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tower-girl-anon · 1 year

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11th house: our ideal friends and how we are percieved in social settings.

This post will talk about the type of relationships that you like to hang out with according to the planet or sign that falls in that house, since one of the themes of this house relates to friendships and what type of person you appear to be in social events or gatherings.

As always, take it with a grain of salt, I hope it resonates with any of you and please don't copy or repost this post without giving the proper credits to the owner.

Aries/Mars in the 11th house: you tend to attract people who are athletic, energetic, driven, enthusiast or, at the very least, you enjoy to hang up with people who have this kind of energy. On the downside, you could atract people who are agressive or violent. You are the most happy when you are able to spend activities with your friends that helps you to canalize your marsian energy such as sports. With Mars in that house, depending on how well developed that energy is, people look at you either with a little bit of fear since you show an aggresive side sometimes or they admire the driven energy that you posses.

Taurus/Venus in the 11th house: you are someone who likes to hang out with caring, responsable and reliable people. Spending time with people who shares the same passions, the same hobbies like cooking, art, photography, etc, isa big bonus too. The friends that you keep close to you not only posses some of this qualities but they also are a reliable source who can provide security to you and your self-esteem in the best of the cases. For example: they always keep your secrets safe. On social events, people look at you as someone caring to others, beautifull, maybe a little reserved but trustworthy. Be mindful of being too generous that people take advantage of you and viceversa.

Gemini/Mercury in the 11th house: you like to hang out with people who are smart or, at the very least, someone with whom you can talk a lot about different topics, no matter if both of you share the same opinions or not. The most important thing for you in a friend is having a mental estimulation between the both of you. You can also atract with ease a lot of people who are naturally chatty or gosspis a lot about everything. Being the ruler of the third house (the house of school) in the eleventh, it is possible that many of the connections that you have today comes from your school days. On the other hand, you may appear chatty, smart or someone who enjoys gossiping in a social gathering.

Cancer/Moon in the 11th house: you are the nurturing and empatethic group. In social settings, or when you hang out with friends, you prefer the company of those who embody the energy of cancer, of the moon. Someone with whom you can have an emotional connection, someone with whom you can talk about your memories, your past or someone with whom you can confess any emotional problem that you are going through at the moment. In social setting, you could be seen as the mother of the group. The nurturing figure who cares about others wellbeing.

Leo/Sun in the 11th house: you're either someone who captures a lot of attention when you get out in public settings, reunions or meetings with friends, or either you are someone who enjoys meeting people who have a bright personality. Just like the sun. You enjoy spending time with friends who are not afraid of being who they really are, who are confident and spread positivity around, because that makes you feel better and viceverse. You like to make them feel better too. Be careful of atracting egoistical people though. On the other hand, with the Sun in the house, people could look up to you with the same description that I've already mentioned.

Virgo/Mercury in the 11th house: you tend to make friends with people that are responsable, hard workers, detail oriented, intelligent and health conscious, or maybe you appear that way to others. Intelligence is something that you value too because, just like the sign of Gemini, this sign is ruled by Mercury, the planet of communication. You like to make people with whom you can talk about your day to day life, your work, your health and viceversa. You like to know the same things too. You don't mind to comment or recieve comments from others when you now that they are doing it to help you.Just be careful of not being affected by people who are overly critics and wants to look smarter and viceversa.

Libra/Venus in the 11th house: you like to be friends with people who are caring, loving and put the right balance between give and take. Treating others fairly and respectfully is a crucial element that your potential friends need to have because that is what you value the most. I mean, it's like, if one day I spend a lot of time giving you confort because you need, I will really like to think that you'll be there for me in case I go through something similar. Well, we are not perfect, so be carefull with cutting people off if they don't fit in this criteria unless they really step over your boundaries despite trying to make it clear what you don't tolerate. In social spaces, people see you as loving a fair to everyone.

Scorpio/Pluto in the 11th house: those who have this aspects, you tend to connect with a small group of friends, but when you do connect with someone, you do it with all your will. You defend and protect your friends with all your might and espect the same thing from them. If someone breaks your trust or confidence, you cut them from your life, even though that hurts and transforms you deeply. Only in a few cases there is a second chance but, despite this, they don't tend to be the same because they had breaked your values of intimacy, trust and respect in a relationship. On another view, you could have a transformative time while socializing (this can be both: good and bad), maybe it is easier for you to connect with people that went through traumas or transformative experiences through life. For others, you are someone who looks either intimidating or private in a social setting but, despite this, they can not ignore the fact that there is an inner power within you.

Sagittarius/Jupiter in the 11th house: these people tend to make friends with relative ease and tend to be popular due to their ability to uplift others through their light energy and sence of humor. Honestly, there have not limit in terms of who they want to be friends with. They can be friends with people that comes from different cultures, countries, religions or beliefs. They don't care much about these things in my opinion (unless the individual has strict rules/beliefs that alows them to only meet certain types of people), because they are naturally curious about the stories they have to tell. Despite this, a sence of humor and stories/knowledge is something that these natives value in friendships.

Capricorn/Saturn in the 11th house: these individuals tend to make friends with people who are either older than them or maturer. They don't socialize much due to circumstances or because they simply don't like it, specially with people of your generation. Be careful with that. And maybe that's because you were the younger sister/cousin and had to interact with much older people so, when the moment came to play with kids of your own age, you didn't know what to do or didn't understood why they were acting so immaturely. You may come across as someone serious/mature in their interaction or responsable and enjoy talking about the older generations, their experiences through life, and struggles.

Aquarius/Uranus in the 11th house: the natural sign and planet that rules this house. The type of people you like to hang up with are those who either share the same humanitarian nature as you or have a rebellious side that they are not afraid to show or they are seen as outcasts by other people. Your friends could belong to the groups such as the LGBT or the feminist movement, but it doesn't have to be. The most important thing is that you like to make connections with people that will accept the unique qualities that you posses, your rebellious side, your humanitarian nature without judgement. In a social gathering, people could see you as rebellious or as someone who brings a unique energy to the space that it's very magnetic if you use it well.

Pisces/Neptune in the 11th house: with Neptune or Pisces in this house, it is clear that you can connect easily with people who either share the same passion as you towards espirituality or are as imaginative as you or maybe they understand you on a soul level. With these aspects, it is possible that you are able to feel the energy or the emotions of the people with whom you spend time with. The downside of this, is that you could attract energetic vampires or people who have problems with drugs or alcohol. You could even hang out with them. Be careful with this, especially if you end up having problems with addictions. On a lighter note, if you had the last problem, this can give you a compassionate look towards people who went through hard process such as addictions and rehabilitation. In a social getting, you may look dreamy, mysterious, tired or ethereal to others.

I hope you enjoyed this post.

Send you love and light.

Tower Girl Anon.

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BONUS [ LIKEALOOK ] — you owe me

minjeong's dorm, 12:12 am.

WARNINGS ; blood, mild violence, physical violence, god complex, slut shaming, victim blaming, victim complex (3.6k)

minjeong wasn't mediocre.

as soon as she could form thoughts, minjeong knew that she was worth something more.

yangsan was charming, in a sense. it was littered with people who knew each other, who would attend the same recitals, and talk about the same problems. soon enough, minjeong found herself walking by the same couple of faces daily, waving at the same people and thanking the same adults.

it was monotonous, and there was nothing more annoying than boredom.

minjeong had always wished that her parents had worked harder like she did. she wished that they would've put more effort into pleasing her, even if they would bend their backs to get her whatever she desired.

it wasn't so she could get rewarded for her efforts. it was because she deserved it. it was because she had always done everything right, because she was right.

she was kim minjeong. she needed the best in order to continue to be the best.

soon, she had outgrown yangsan.

minjeong had begged her parents to go to high school in seoul, despite living across the country. her brother, kim minseo, decided to stay behind, not wanting to restart the life he had built, to stay with his girlfriend.

at least, that was what minjeong had said to the girls.

she refused to show the truth, the hardships and tears that her parents went through as a young kim minjeong threatened to run away if she didn't get what she wanted. she refused to relive the berating of her younger brother as he tried to convince her that their parents would nearly go bankrupt if she kept asking for something beyond their reach, or how he decided to stay in yangsan to lessen the burden of taking care of funds (and how he dropped out to work a crappy job to help with the situation).

kim minjeong didn't care, because she always got what she deserved.

being in the capital of south korea was her right. being in one of the SKYS, being with the girl was her right.

kim minjeong would never settle for less.

y/n could hear the door rattling, the hinges shaking at every pound of yuri's fist.

her stomach churned, the thought of seeing her now ex-friend nearly making her sick. she had tagged along despite the gnawing in the back of her head, telling her that seeing minjeong was essentially a death sentence.

in her head, y/n assumed that everything would be fine. she assumed that it would hurt less than jimin, less than wonyoung.

she was wrong.

"unnie..." she clenched her eyes tightly, tugging on the back of yuri's sweater. "i changed my mind."

minjeong broke her, in a way.

it lingered like cheap, store-bought alcohol. it was a deep, unsettling feeling like her chest had been weighed down by something and she wasn't sure what. y/n didn't know what to think except why. why had minjeong - someone she loved so deeply - betrayed her like this?

kim minjeong was her best friend, her sister.

(and despite everything, she didn't want yuri to knock minjeong's tooth out.)

"minju-unnie, do something." y/n looked over to the older kim, face void of emotion. "jiwonnie?" she turned to the younger, finding her expression the exact same.

y/n couldn't help but sigh.

she had always wanted someone in her corner, especially growing up as an only child. y/n wanted someone who she loved unconditionally, and who loved her the same. sure, she had amazing parents, but she had always yearned for the connection that everyone seemed to have.

she could live without romantic love, like the winter could live without snow. but it was different when it came to friendship - to family.

everyone had someone they could call their family. wonyoung had hyunseo, her younger half-sister whom the older jang swore she would protect. yuri had minju (and jiwon by default) who, even though they weren't blood-related, had always spent her holidays with the kims. even jimin had aeri, the two more akin to sisters than friends up until recently.

y/n had minjeong. at least she thought she did.

the door creaked open, letting the warm air blow through the small crevice. minjeong popped her head out, glaring at yuri as her eyes adjusted to the corridor light.

y/n missed when minjeong's presence felt like family.

minjeong opened her mouth to speak, but as she glanced over at y/n, everything seemed to stop.

"y/n?"

jo yuri wasn't strong, not physically. but what minjeong lacked in bite, yuri compensated by tenfold.

she rammed the door wide open, using her entire body weight to send minjeong stumbling back, landing on her rear. yuri fell along with her, nearly landing beside her if it weren't for y/n suddenly holding her steady.

"that hurt like hell." yuri whined, ignoring minju rolling her eyes. the kim would have to scold her later.

"you could've just pushed the door open." jiwon scratched her cheek as the older girl rubbed her shoulder.

y/n looked at minjeong, watching as she looked between all of them. the older girl looked frightened, and it broke her heart to know that she was the cause of it.

"i didn't think about that."

she wondered if minjeong felt the same.

"y/n," the kim's eyes met hers. "she hurt me."

y/n could feel the pain bubbling in her chest. it hurt to see minjeong like this, and it hurt even more that she didn't want to help.

kim minjeong was a stranger.

"i'll do it again!" yuri tried to lunge forward, being held back by y/n as minjeong stood up.

the two were equally versed but y/n was afraid that yuri would end up biting a chunk out of minjeong given the circumstances.

y/n looked at her, hoping that her minjeong - the one she would talk to during her lowest points and the one who she ran to whenever anything happened - was still there.

she wasn't.

(or maybe, she never existed.)

"let's just go, unnie." y/n gripped yuri's shoulder lightly. the sinking in her chest was starting to get too overwhelming.

yuri didn't care, at least not right now. not when y/n seemed more torn up over minjeong than wonyoung (and it took minju convincing her for ten minutes straight to not jump the volleyball player).

minju stared at y/n, watching as tears started to form in her eyes. gently, she rested her hand on yuri's other shoulder, motioning to y/n. she could feel yuri relax.

hurting minjeong would hurt y/n more (for now. but if yuri ever got a chance...)

she turned to y/n, smiling softly. wordlessly, yuri nodded, and y/n finally felt the connection she had so desperately longed for.

y/n knew she would survive.

the girls turned to leave, and minjeong could see that her last chance was nearly out of her grasp. she couldn't let y/n go, not now, not ever.

minjeong whined like a toddler whose toy got taken away. "you're gonna leave me here?"

y/n stopped, looking down as guilt and anger began to wrack her body. jiwon looked at the older girl, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

"unnie?"

"i didn't want to do it!" minjeong tried to reason, grasping at anything that would make y/n stay. "you have to believe me!"

yuri inhaled, fighting all the thoughts and urges to rip a clump of hair out of minjeong's (unfortunately) unscathed scalp. she'd find another time to jump the girl, hopefully soon.

y/n turned around, her cheeks wet from the stream of tears cascading down her face. "it didn't look like that."

"y/n." minju faced the girl, shaking her head. "don't talk to her."

"shut up, minju." minjeong snarled. this was her chance. she just needed y/n to listen. "i did it out of love. i knew if you saw how jimin would just fuck any girl then-"

y/n scoffed.

"what is it?" losing someone never got easier, but losing family seemed to hurt the worst. "did she make you fuck her? or did you do it to 'show' me?"

minjeong looked down, void of guilt as she tried to find any excuse to justify her actions. she knew she was in the right, especially since she did everything for y/n, for love.

love conquers all, even logic.

"tell me the truth." y/n could feel her voice starting to break. she could feel herself getting weighed down by the confusion. she could feel herself getting ripped to shreds. "tell me why."

minjeong couldn't help but love the way y/n looked in the dark. she loved how her cheeks flushed, and the way her voice cracked as she begged for her.

she wanted - needed - y/n, every teardrop, and every whine.

"i knew it." y/n ignored jiwon's attempts to get her out of the room, letting her emotions take the better of her. "i trusted you, minjeong. i trusted you with my life. i would've never done this to you... ever."

y/n prayed it was a lie. this couldn't be her minjeong, her best friend who she trusted fully with her life. she prayed that it was some sick joke, like all of this was a prank and a television crew would come out, shoving a camera in her face.

but it was too real. the pain felt too real.

"i don't understand." y/n let a sob slip out, and minjeong couldn't help but note the pain that was caused by her, for her. "i thought you were my best frien-"

y/n loved her. she had to.

"i love you." minjeong stood up, walking closer to y/n. "i loved you since the day i met you, since the day i knew that you were mine."

y/n looked at minjeong.

she could smell the cup noodles that lay empty on minjeong's desk. she could hear the soft hum of her laptop, churning the heat out of its system. she could feel the warm air basking around her, like a soft blanket.

but all y/n could feel was shock.

"...what?"

minjeong needed y/n. she needed to be y/n's everything - her pain, her sorrows, her love, her lust. she needed the pretty girl that you find on screen to be hers and only hers.

y/n was her reward, her trophy for being an outstanding person and and even better lover.

it was written in stone.

"i know you love me back, y/n." minjeong had never been more hopeful in her life. she knew that everything at this moment was because of everything she did right. "this hurts you because you love me back, right? because you and i are meant to be. i'm yours and you're mine."

y/n could feel her ears ringing.

"what the fuck..." yuri covered her mouth, looking at the kims, whose eyes were wide open.

"i've always treated you right. i've always done everything right." she did all the research, all the tips and tricks. she did it all for y/n. "i never said no to you, i let you be happy, i let you do whatever you want. i did everything right, right?"

y/n couldn't breathe.

she felt disgusted, almost violated. she had trusted minjeong with her life, and the entire time, the older girl had ulterior motives.

(and deep down, y/n knew that she was the reason why she had ended up with jimin in the first place.)

minjeong kept her gaze locked on the younger girl. she could feel her heart beating out of her chest.

y/n wanted to see her, despite having her heart broken by her. she chose to be near minjeong. it meant something. it had to.

"i'm sorry."

minjeong furrowed her eyebrows.

"i don't love you, minjeong."

minjeong had never been denied anything. she had gotten into all the SKYS, gotten all the scholarships, and gotten all the love from her parents.

it wasn't supposed to be like this.

"what?"

"i've never seen you that way, minjeong." minjeong shook her head furiously, refusing to believe the words coming out of y/n's mouth. "you were always just my friend, maybe a sister at most."

this wasn't right. this wasn't how it was supposed to play out.

"but i did everything you wanted!" she had sacrificed her time, her money. "i even let you fuck whoever you want!"

"she was never yours, minjeong." minju glared at minjeong.

"shut the hell up!" minjeong gritted her teeth. minju had no right to take away what was hers. "you're acting like your girlfriend doesn't fuck bitches on the side."

yuri's eyes widened, trailing over to minju. to her left, jiwon was expressionless.

"what?" chaewon had always hidden her phone until recently. even at the party, it looked like the older girl was actively avoiding someone. "chaewon wouldn't."

she trusted chaewon. minjeong had to be lying.

"ask jimin." minju could feel the air being sucked out of her lungs. "she has videos of everything chaewon does for her."

minju hated crying.

she hated getting her makeup ruined. she hated the way streaks would carve away parts of her foundation, and how her eyes would sting as her mascara mixed with her tears. she hated how weak and vulnerable she felt, like her mask had been stripped away and she was back to being that ten year old holding her sister as they both sobbed at the thought of their family being ripped apart.

minju never cried.

she never cried at her graduation, or her eighteenth birthday. she didn't cry when her grandma died. she didn't even cry when chaewon and her broke up.

but she cried when she found out her parents divorced.

"unnie?"

jiwon hadn't seen her sister cry in years.

"you fucking bitch!" y/n quickly grabbed yuri's waist, pulling her back as she tried to jump at minjeong. making one of them cry was pushing it, but two was too much.

minju couldn't stop the tears anymore. no matter how hard she tried to hold it back, all she could think of was chaewon, of how much she loved her and how much it hurt.

minju wiped her tears quickly, but nothing helped as she stared at her younger sister.

"ji" she was supposed to be stronger for her. "i'm sorry."

jiwon was at her limit.

she could forgive minjeong for leaving her at the party. in fact, she already did. jiwon forgave her, despite the fear she had when yujin and gaeul had left her and an extremely drunk rei alone. she could forgive minjeong for how she never checked up on her after, and how she pretended that jiwon didn't exist outside of the group.

she couldn't forgive this.

"it's not my fault chaewon's a whore." minjeong loved the rush of seeing someone so hurt. "minju's always liked girls she could never ge-"

jiwon was always the stronger kim.

a loud thud echoed through the room, and jiwon could feel her knuckle make contact with minjeong's cheekbone. the force of all the pent up anger (which honestly felt good to release) sent minjeong stumbling back, craddling her cheek.

yuri looked at the younger kim in shock.

"i... i didn't mean to!" jiwon panicked, looking at minjeong's now bleeding face. "i got angry. she, she left me by myself at that party. she made y/n-unnie upset. she's always looked down on me and yuri-unnie. unnie, she made you cry. i swear it was just by accident, i just-"

minju smiled, patting her younger sister's shoulder.

"jiwon. i love you, yeah?" jiwon took a deep breath, smiling awkwardly. "just calm down, okay?"

"okay." she nodded, looking at her now bruised hand. "are you gonna tell mom?"

"no, ji." minju shook her head. "i won't."

jiwon couldn't help but sigh in relief. "okay."

"y/n," minjeong whined again. the pain in her cheek was starting to spread across her face, and the cut was starting to bleed. "she hit me. aren't you gonna help me?"

"you can do it yourself." y/n sighed, not wanting to stay any longer.

she didn't know why she felt more worried about jiwon's hand than the cut on minjeong's cheek. all y/n knew was that she was tired of everything.

she just needed a break.

"that's not fair." minjeong didn't understand why y/n couldn't see it. "it's what i deserve after i treated you right."

"i didn't need you to treat me right." y/n didn't know how else to explain it. "i needed you to treat me like a friend."

"but i love you." minjeong loved the way y/n needed her. "i don't wanna be just your friend. it's not fair."

the world had always been filled with only yes's for minjeong, sakura being a fluke.

she didn't understand why it happened again.

"i don't owe you anything, minjeong."

minjeong frowned. "but you owe wonyoung something?"

maybe jimin was right. maybe the only person standing in the way of her and y/n was wonyoung. it was the girl who had everything, despite being nothing.

minjeong hated jang wonyoung.

"wonyoung has nothing to do with this." y/n said truthfully.

"you love her, don't you?" minjeong always lost to the bad guys. "even after she treated you like shit."

"wonyoung never treated me like shit." y/n countered. the argued at times, like couples always do, but wonyoung had always treated her like royalty. "we disagreed at times but-"

"but i never disagreed with you!" minjeong could feel the cut on her cheek move as she scrunched her face. "i said everything you wanted to hear!"

y/n wanted a lot of things.

"but it was never what i needed."

"you don't know what you need." minjeong reasoned, her cheek now swelling against her hand. "i'm what you need."

"jiwon," yuri looked at the younger kim, fresh cuts on her knuckle. "punch her again."

minju rolled her eyes, shaking her head as jiwon looked at her for permission. "don't."

"let's just go." y/n sighed. the longer they stayed, the more likely jiwon and yuri were gonna get arrested. "jiwon's gonna need to ice her hand."

jiwon looked at her hand and shrugged.

"it's okay! i feel great!" the younger kim smiled, flexing her hand. "i feel like i can jump from the roof right now, like superman."

"i would pay money to see that."

minju sighed. she was happy that yena didn't come, otherwise she was sure to egg yuri on and jiwon would most likely jump off the second-floor balcony.

"oh." a slurred voice entered the room as the smell of weed wafted from behind the girls. "hi?"

they turned around, coming face to face with someone unfamiliar.

her hair was bleached blonde, her body draped in expensive clothing. all of them could tell from her eyes that she was going to have no recollection of their meeting.

y/n had never seen someone so high out of their mind.

"sorry," minju bowed slightly. "we were just leaving."

they looked at each other, walking out quietly before the girl grabbed y/n's arm gently.

"wait." she squinted, y/n taking note of how bloodshot the girl's eyes were. "you're the girlfriend."

y/n looked around. "me and jimin aren't together anymore."

"jimin?" the girl didn't know jimin had a girlfriend. "i was talking about vicky?"

y/n didn't know of a vicky on campus. of course, she didn't know the majority of the people but she assumed that she would've at least heard of her.

sensing her confusion, the girl continued to speak.

"victory?" she let go of y/n's arm as the taller girl looked at her friends who all shrugged. "like vicky jang?"

"wonyoung?" y/n tilted her head.

wonyoung had never been given a title before, and a sense of pride seemed to burst through her chest and into her veins. they had talked about it frequently during first year, and how wonyoung wished she had a title like yoo 'the ace' jimin or hirai 'the machine' momo.

it had a nice ring to it. wonyoung 'vicky (victory)' jang.

the girl tapped her cheek, a blush spreading across her face. "you're saying she's single?"

y/n's face darkened at the thought of girls liking wonyoung. her stomach churned as she realized that wonyoung probably liked said girls back.

she shook her head. now wasn't the time to get jealous over someone that wasn't hers.

"it was nice to finally meet you." y/n said stiffly, frowning as she pushed the girls out. she ignored yuri's teasing stares and tried her best to disregard minjeong pleading her to stay.

the room fell quiet as y/n closed the door behind her.

"unnie? were those your friends?" slowly, the girl turned to minjeong. she gasped, nearly choking as her eyes adjusted to the sight of her face.

"what the hell happened to you?"

minjeong rolled her eyes, searching for something to stop the bleeding.

"do you need ice or something?" the girl asked.

"can you fuck off, yizhuo?"

"whatever." minjeong was in one of her moods again (and not the fun ones).

she placed herself in bed as minjeong rummaged for vaseline. if minjeong was gonna act snarky, then yizhuo could find a different way to entertain herself.

she was glad jimin stayed up so late.

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When a conservative, spirited Waterbender meets four ninja turtles and falls for the leader in blue.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐧

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

Hiro Hamada

|| ʙᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴡꜱ ||

Hiro Hamada x Reader

Series status: ongoing, (very) slow updates

tw: Mentions of death, deals with an actual huge amount of grief

An eager young journalist with a thirst and penchant for sniffing out potential headlines gets fired from her job. Fortunately, her newfound friend Tadashi Hamada sets her up with a new one. Oh, and his cute younger brother who lingers around and compliments her? That’s a bonus.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

Undercover

You just want to take a break from all your acting gigs, and decide to stop by cute cafe, when you happen to run into the cute boy working there.

|| ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ᴄᴀɴᴠᴀꜱ ||

Miles Morales x Reader

Series Status: Ongoing. Can also be found on AO3!

tw: None, just pure fluff and mild angst.

He fell first. She fell harder.

“Be my model, Miles Morales.”

“....Que?”

In other words, sometimes the best way to get past an art block is to rizz up your muse.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞

In Every Universe

“In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spiderman.”

Nishinoya

New Manager

A second year gets roped into the Karasuno’s volleyball team as their new assistant manager, courtesy of Tanaka. However, her shy nature is quickly bulldozed over once she meets an energetic libero whom brings about change in her routine.

But then again, change isn’t so bad, is it?

tw: none, SFW

Dating Nishinoya Would Include...

A few headcanons for our short king <3

The Mad Dogs

Spiderman Reader Leaving Gifts Headcanon!

Theatrics

BootyShaker9000

People-Watching

It’s a common hobby, and it’s helped you get out of small situations before. But when you’re stuck in a really dangerous one, who else is there to save you but an unexpected knight in shining armor?

Somehow though, you keep showing up over and over again around him, always in danger. He puts up with it, but the constant saving creates a small friendship between you two and along the way, you’ve somehow wormed your way into his heart.

tw: mentions of kidnapping, SFW

Neon Leon

101 Ways to Live

"Look, here's the deal. I'll protect you in exchange for your cooking. No room and board included." He holds out his green three-fingered hand to you, a lazy smile on his lips while he waits for your response to his final bargain.

You hesitate momentarily, mulling over the options in your head. You lift your hand, grabbing his in a firm handshake. "Looks like we've reached an agreement."

tw: Zombie Apocalypse AU, vivid descriptions of blood and gore, violence, eventual smut.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

Happy Smurfin’

A shitpost I’m unironically proud of. FanArt by @highoffshrooms -> HERE!

Under the Streetlights

All you wanted was to take a walk, in the dark, alone. That’s a lie. You’re scared and afraid of the dark, so when your turtle in blue shows up, you’re relieved that you’ll be safe. However, his brothers have something slightly different for the both of you in mind.

tw: none, SFW

Pregnancy Jitters

Morning nausea isn’t a regular routine you want incorporated in your everyday life. But when you you find out its cause, it might not be such a bad thing to deal with after all.

tw: none, slight(very slight!) NSFW

Liar

He wasn’t going to show up. He was never going to show up.

tw: angst, SFW

part two

Instinct

Leo just wants to bite you

Unwelcome Interruption

He just wants to rest with you, but his brothers keep preventing him from doing so. His solution? To not let you out of his arms.

Undercover Crush

When going undercover at April’s highschool to figure out what the Purple Dragons are up to, the last thing he expects is for their newest member to be this cute.

Favourite Things

Songfic(?)

Caught Red Handed

The Sun Festival, a celebration for the many. People flock to the busy streets for wares and game stalls alike, for the seven days it takes place - once every two years.

You're just a humble store owner trying to sell her freshly made pastries, though a troublesome(and very sneaky) thief manages to elude your sight every time, making away with four to five of them during each day of the celebration.

But not this year.

Oh, this year you would catch that thief red-handed.

2k12 Raphael Hamato

Softie

He’s only a softie around you.

tw: none, fluff, SFW

2k12 Donatello Hamato

Oblivious

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

When you’ve finally had enough, and a sudden confession changes everything.

2k12 Casey Jones

Weird

A careless bet turned serious, but there’s no way that he’s going to lose.

Just A Bet

When a bet with Raph turns far more serious than he expected.

Robin

When he realises he likes you

tw: none, SFW

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

Cole Brookstone

Infuriating Melodies

Being able to hear the songs your soulmates listen to is reassuring for most, especially with the distance signifying how far away they are. Unfortunately for you, it seems that your soulmate’s taste in music is excruciating to the point of disdain.

tw: none, SFW.

Infuriating Melodies (The Series)

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

Soft Dances and Soft Tunes

Reminiscing can lead to unexpected outcomes.

Flower Crowns

Gift-giving is how you show affection, but nothing is good enough in your eyes for the Earth Ninja.

But flower crowns do look good on him though.

Familial Ties

Platonic Dad! Cole x Adopted Baby! Reader

Drummer Boy

A cute store assistant gives you drum lessons.

Holy Ground

Imagine a night when the famed ninja show up at your temple’s doorstep heavily injured. Of course, healing them comes first, but it’s what develops between you and the Earth Ninja that really matters.

Jay Walker

Lighting McQueen

You and Jay now have a running joke. Kachow.

Danny Phantom

It Started with a Kiss

When a simple dare becomes all too real for you. It’s just a kiss. That’s all.

#atla #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #danny phantom #bh6 #ninjago #masterlist #series #x reader #haikyuu #danny phantom x reader #bh6 x reader #ninjago x reader #haikyuu x reader #tmnt x reader

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THAWING ICE QUEEN (bonus chapter #1)

–one night of fooling around with the annoying campus king gojo satoru (he thinks so), turns into...well, something else more long term

WORD COUNT: 5.5k of pure filth

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

<<back to part 14 - bonus chapter

~*~

You’ve all but gone through half the bottle of the wine you have been drinking when you heard the sound of the shower from the adjoining bathroom stop. All the while, you sat by the nightstand, your senses heightened as you listened to every nuance of sounds around you. Somehow, you felt jittery, which you’ve chalked up to the anticipation of literally consummating the deal you’ve struck with the menace that was Gojo Satoru. It wasn’t as if you were doing it with him for the first time. Still, one way or another, this time felt different.

But you soon forgot about your apprehension, replaced by amusement when you heard him listening to music, his choice in it in particular, and how he would try to sing along some of the lines. It was silly, and while you knew just what a shallow goofball he could be, the image seemed out of place somehow.

Satoru was the campus king, and for all the right reasons, according to the supposed norms society ran on. One thing everyone knows and immediately thinks of when his name is mentioned is that he is rich. And it wasn’t as if he was the typical kind of rich with just money. His ancestry consisted of historically significant people dating back to the first century AD, and his family still held that high status. Talk about preserving their legacy.

And as if that wasn’t enough, Satoru was painfully gorgeous and much too aware of it, aggravated by the fact that everyone else fawned over him and thought he was the most extraordinary person on the planet, thus further inflating his head and ego.

“Can I kiss you?”

Those were the first words Satoru ever uttered to you when Suguru introduced him to you two years ago, his voice crisp in the harsh winter air. He had no sense of decorum regardless of his so-called pedigree, and he thought he could bend people to his will just by looking at them with those deceptive, blue eyes which were like treacherous vortices than tranquil seas under a perfectly clear sky.

You didn’t know much about him then, merely hearing about him through Sukuna. You did not exactly get what people saw in him apart from his face. Sure, he was blessed with looks that precisely fit the lyrics of that one Carpenters song, speaking about angels sprinkling moon dust in his hair of platinum, not gold, and starlight in his eyes of blue. He seemed to have everything underneath all that borderline idiotic façade and penchant for debauchery.

But regardless of the great things people had to say about him – one of them being the fact that he was extremely intelligent, which turned out to be true much to your dismay as it would be easier to hate on him if he was otherwise – somehow, he was just another person to you.

“Sure, I’ve seen him,” you remembered telling Suguru, whom you shared an advanced class with, when he asked if you knew Satoru.

“And?”

“And what?”

Suguru had merely blinked at you while Ieiri, who was also listening to your conversation, said, “Are you sure you’ve seen him?”

“Hard to miss with that head of white hair,” you stated, making the two of them exchange glances, the gesture injected with meaning as they high-fived. “You’re immune to him. That’s great!”

That seemed to have become the basis of your friendship with them, your seeming lack of susceptibility to their unusual friend. Among other things anyway, but that’s where it started. Still, their perception of you wasn’t entirely true. Satoru was very attractive, and his charms do work on you. You were just able to keep him at bay better than anyone else until that one drunken night a month ago when you finally caved. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe his lips just looked too kissable that night. You couldn’t be sure, but giving him the opportunity brought you to your current circumstances.

The door to the shower opened, pulling you out of your reverie, your head slowly turning in that direction. The view didn’t disappoint, and you shamelessly watched as Satoru padded barefoot into the bedroom clad in nothing but a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers. You let your eyes roam his solid form, taking in every sinew of his musculature, your tongue unconsciously darting across your lips as you lingered a little longer over his iliac furrows.

Satoru met your gaze from the reflection in the wall mirror after he was done toweling his hair, winking at you as he continued his after-shower rituals. “Like what you see, sweet cheeks?”

Taking your time to respond, you took a sip from your half-empty glass, leaning back to leisurely feast your eyes on him. “I never not like what I see when it’s you, Gojo.”

He looked surprised, but it soon turned into open amusement. “That’s quite the admission, Y/N.”

“That’s a given, don’t you think?”

“Not with you, sweetheart.” He glanced at you from over his shoulder. “I’m glad to know that, although you never failed to make me feel unwanted for as long as we’ve known each other.”

A scoff escaped your lips at his feigned offense. “What’s my opinion against that of the multitude of your adoring fans anyway?”

Satoru didn’t answer your question, his expression changing into something less playful as he tossed his towel to a nearby ottoman and turned to face you, sounding commanding as he said, “Come here.”

With a smirk swathed on your face, you strutted towards him, nursing your drink against your chest. When you were just a foot away from him, you tilted your head to the side, meeting his gaze squarely, making it very clear to him that he doesn’t necessarily have the upper hand, and your physical submission didn’t indicate anything remotely close to that. “Well?”

He took your glass away from you, gently pulled you closer, turned you towards the mirror, and stood behind you. His hands moved towards your front, fingers gingerly fiddling with the sash of your robe. Those blue eyes seemed to be luminous in the ambient lighting of his bedroom even through the mirror, and they never left your form even as he chastely kissed you on the temple.

“May I unwrap my treat now?” he softly spoke near your ear.

“Of course.”

Satoru didn’t waste any time, tugging at the sash before letting the robe slide off your shoulders, falling on the floor just behind your feet with the softest rustles and without any resistance.

“Damn…” He pinched the bridge of his nose, groaning as he looked at you appreciatively through your reflection. “Happy birthday to me, I guess? Holy fucking shit, Y/N.”

“Indeed,” you agreed in jest but kept a straight face. “I was equally surprised.”

“It’s illegal for you to wear anything else, baby.” He chuckled, sounding breathless as he raked his eyes all over your figure, making your face grow a bit hot, as was evident in how your cheeks pinked, something you could blame the wine for if he noticed. “Second to you being naked anyway. But I made the right choice going ham with buying you lingerie. No doubt about that.”

You were about to give him a clever retort, but you noticed how his hands were just hovering over you, close enough for you to be aware of them but not really touching. “Are we just gonna admire the lingerie or what?” At your question, he visibly stiffened, meeting your gaze as you looked away from the mirror and directly at him instead. You reached up, placing a hand on the side of his face. “Touch me.”

Satoru’s lips crashed onto yours before you could even blink, the kiss starting intense and just incrementally becoming so as you pulled him close by the nape and let your head fall back on him. He held you tight by the hips like the last time he kissed you, pressing your back onto his body, your flesh pliant where his muscles were firm. As much as you hate to admit it, Satoru can kiss, and he does it so well. He was literally kissing you stupid, keeping all your attention to the taste and sensation of his probing tongue, skilled in his movements and pulling out the most delicious little notes out of you.

You’ve heard many things about Satoru as a bed partner, and you wondered how your experience differed so much from everyone else’s. You’ve always thought he was one of those men who didn’t give a damn about their partner as long as they got what they wanted, zero technique, just hard fucking. Those who have slept with him prior to you would always say he was good – something you chalked up to them not wanting to get on his bad side – but he wasn’t one to indulge anyone apart from himself.

However, he had been one of the best for you, taking his time to explore your body and getting himself acquainted to what made you feel good. He was gentle as if he was afraid he would break you, remembering how you had to prompt him to go harder, faster. You couldn’t help but agree with what he said regarding your sexual compatibility with one another, not that he had to know. That was the first time, and maybe it was just a courtesy he extended to you as someone he considers his friend, but you want to know just how he really is now that you’ve given him free rein.

You tilted your neck, sucking in a deep breath when he started leaving open-mouthed kisses on the spot just below your ear. His mouth was such a sensual part of him, the plush softness of his lips and the hungry way his tongue licked at your skin, causing you to shiver from the bottom of your spine. That, coupled with the way his fingers started creating a titillating trail from your waist to your midsection and up your chest, stirred you alive.

He started moving his mouth down to your shoulder, leaving a lingering kiss on the slope going down your arm. He opened his eyes and looked at you through the mirror, also gently making you face your reflection. “Look at you,” he whispered, nipping at the shell of your ear.

You did as you were told, taking in the person before you, flushed wherever he had touched you. The glazed look in your hazy eyes spoke volumes of just how he was making you feel if your heaving chest wasn’t enough of a testament of how much he was taking your breath away without doing that much yet.

“You’re so damn pretty for me.” Satoru kissed you on the cheek before pressing his against it as he props his chin on your shoulder, his eyes appearing like blue flames with how heated he was observing you through the mirror. “Sweetheart, I want you to watch what exactly I’m doing to you.”

His hands moved to cup your breasts over the crimson bra you were wearing, giving them a tentative squeeze and then a more deliberate one after. “They’re perfect,” he murmured absently before tugging the lacey material of the bra upwards and releasing your succulent mounds out of their confinement, replacing the garment with his large hands. He began to knead, rolling your nipples between his fingers, making your breath hitch in your throat.

Heat pooled in your nether region as he started kissing your neck again. You kept your eyes open despite wanting to close them every single time he would circle his index fingers over your hardening nubs, pressing and swirling, or when he would lick and bite down the side of your neck, all while watching you unravel.

“G-gojo –” you whined, abruptly cutting yourself short when he bit on the junction of your neck and shoulder a tad harder. And as he was doing that, he started moving one hand downwards, making the anticipation in your chest grow with the deliberate slowness of his fingers, which traced their way down your belly. He played with the elastic of your underwear, lightly dipping the tip of his fingers through it but only to tease you.

Suddenly, he brought both hands down to your hips, pulling your ass flush against the growing predicament between his legs. You felt the outline of his shaft nestling between your butt, warm and stiff through the fabric of his boxers. He moved slowly, rubbing his length against you. “See how you make me feel?”

“Should I be flattered?” You smirked at him through the mirror, but that was short-lived as he cupped your sex with one hand, his fingers deftly rubbing your clit over the flimsy lingerie. “Nnggh...”

“What a shame, sweetheart. You’ve soiled this pretty little thing. I haven’t even touched you here, and yet you’re this wet?” he cooed into your ear as he dry-humped you from the back and moved to insert his whole hand into your panties, tracing the length of your slit before continuing to stimulate your clit with more vigor this time.

“Ah!”

You couldn’t figure out whether it was the act itself or seeing it from the mirror that was making you sensitive and very reactive to Satoru’s ministrations.

“You like that?” He moved his other hand from your hips to the side of your underwear, also inserting it from there and seeking your quivering hole, immediately inserting two of his fingers.

“Fuck! Gojo...ah...”

He started pumping into your pussy with just the tips at first, going deeper every time he thrusts in until they were knuckles-deep. Your panties constricted his movements, but when you tried to push them down, he stopped you.

“No, sweetheart. I want to fuck you later while wearing this,” he said, his words punctuated by the wet squelching over his fingers in your pussy. “You’re squeezing my fingers so tight.”

He continued to probe even as your legs started to shake, looking for that sensitive spot he knew would drive you to the edge. And when he did, you let out such a wanton moan that had him grinding against you harder, his quiet pants audible to your ears alone.

“There you are.” He continuously rubbed the pads of his fingers against that same spot, making you cry out, “I-I’m close.” You panted, eyes focused on his hand moving under the lace.

He chuckled shakily. “Cum for me then.”

And as if with a push of a button, you did his bidding and came around his finger, but he didn’t stop, moving your legs further apart as he continued to finger-fuck you.

"Gojo, I just – ah, ah!" He thrust his fingers even faster, this time slightly pulling down your underwear so he could rub your clit. They easily slid in and out of you with your cum dripping from your pussy to his knuckles while your clit throbbed from his ministrations. Again, that familiar feeling of coming undone settled at the pit of your stomach, trickling down to where he was touching you.

“You’re gonna cum for me as many times as I can make you tonight,” he rasped, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. “You’re so fucking pretty when you’re cumming.”

And just like that, he brought you to your second high, making a panting, moaning mess out of you. He had to hold you up since your knees buckled, but even as you were already unraveling, he still moved his fingers, albeit slowly.

“Gojo...p-please stop for a sec.”

“Satoru.”

You looked at him from behind you. “Huh?”

“Call me by my name, sweetheart.” He started tracing figure eights on your clit again, making you tremble and almost fall to your knees again. “Come on, say it.”

“S-sa–Satoru!” You came again before the feeling could even register in your head. “Fuck,” you breathed out, holding onto his arm to keep yourself upright. He helped you up, quiet laughter registering in your ears as he hoisted you in his arms, carrying you bridal style.

You were still shaking from the three orgasms he managed to pull out of you, but you smacked him on the chest, making him giggle all the more. “Ow?”

“I told you to hold on for a moment, you nut!”

He laid you on the bed, propping you up on the multitude of pillows set up against the headboard. “No can do, Y/N. You signed up for this. You’re mine tonight.” He kissed you on the forehead, poking your cheek despite the glare you threw his way. “As much as I want to just shove my cock inside you, I want you to feel so good you won’t think of anything else the whole week.”

You covered your face. “Oh my god, Gojo, shut up.”

He clucked his tongue. “I told you to call me Satoru. It’s weird when you call on my whole clan when I’m the only one here.”

At that, you finally let out a quiet laugh.

“Specifics, right?”

“Now you’re speaking my language?”

He slotted himself between your legs, peppering your face with kisses. “Yes.” He pecked you on the nose. “I want you to scream my name and no one else’s. Now let’s try that.”

“Satoru,” you said in all but a whisper, and then a bit louder and sounding needier. “Satoru.”

As if you’ve bewitched him, his usually bright eyes turned dark, and he was stealing the air out of your lungs again by kissing you, his tongue sliding past your lips. This was what you meant when you said his kisses could be so all-consuming it muddles any coherent thought in your brain.

He then moved to your chest, his mouth latching onto your right nipple and sucking and licking. At the same time, he busied his hands roaming the topography of your body, momentarily making their way to your ass to squeeze possessively before moving downward.

“Change of plans,” he muttered, his voice followed by ripping sounds as he yanked at your panties.

“What the hell?”

He let go of your nipple with a lewd pop. “What? You’ve got more in your closet.”

You grew quiet when he mentioned your ownership of that part of his place. It’s still his closet with things he bought for you. It made sense if he wanted to destroy all of them. “It’s your closet, Satoru.”

“It’s all yours if you want it.” He tossed the ruined lace somewhere behind him before taking possession of your thighs and spreading them apart. “Looking absolutely mouth-watering.”

You rolled your eyes but bit your lip when he slumped down on the bed, face mere centimeters from your slick-laden cunt. “Don’t stare at it –”

Satoru pecked your clit before nudging it with the tip of his nose. “Mine,” he growled, running his tongue through the length of your opening. You bucked your hips, still sensitive from earlier. “I want you to sit on my face next time. But for now…”

Anchoring your legs on the bed with his arms to keep them open for him, Satoru licked another stripe over your cunt, assaulting your clit with licks in quick successions before putting his lips to work, sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves while he pushed his tongue into you. A needy moan ripped out of your throat, a combination of incoherent syllables of his name and senseless babbling. You gripped onto the sheets and whatever you could get your hands on, unable to process all the sensations wreaking havoc in your system, making every cell in your body sing.

Your legs threatened to close as you thrashed on the bed, entirely under Satoru’s mercy, unable to figure out whether you were feeling too much or nothing at all as you melted underneath him, spasms assailing your whole body.

“T-too much,” you babbled as your fingers raked through his silvery locks. You didn’t know if you wanted to pull him closer or push him away, but all the same, you earned an approving hum, choking out a high-pitched scream from the way his voice thrummed against you, catapulting you to a whole new different kind of high.

Satoru groaned, hearing your pleasured delectations when you climaxed, your juices spilling past his mouth, which he tasted and licked despite your overwhelmed state. His name spilled out of your lips like a broken mantra, each complete utterance of it a stroke to his growing pride at the fact that he was the one winding you up to your current state, that he was the one who was bringing you to heights you’ve never experienced with anyone else.

It was worth it, the wait. You were worth it. The way you looked – all messed up and sobbing, tears spangling your eyelashes, your skin tickled pink, lips parted in quiet sighs, and your chest rising and falling, your breath hitching all at the same time – was something he saw as a reward after all those times you turned him down. Good things happen to those who wait; this was beyond good, even better than what he had imagined.

He couldn’t really put a finger as to what it was about you that drew him in since the first time he Suguru introduced you to him. It was a challenge, the way you seemed to be impermeable to his charms that no matter what he did to catch your attention, you didn’t give him the time of day. You’d scoff at him, treat him as if he wasn’t of any consequence, laugh it off or threaten him when he thinks he had gotten a step closer. The best fruits sure hung at the highest branches of a tree, but he had a ladder and wasn’t hesitant to use it.

And the moment you gave him an opening, he knew he couldn’t bear the thought of you being with anyone else apart from him. His attraction for you which he thought was something that would stop the moment he had a taste of you, grew into covetousness instead. When he said you ruined him for anyone else, there wasn’t a better permutation of words that would describe what you did to him. He wanted to own you, make sure that no one else gets to you, monopolize you in every which way he could think of, and keep you all to himself.

Fuck consequences. He would take what he could. He didn’t like the feeling of being denied. What Gojo Satoru wants, he gets. That was the case for everyone else he had been with, but he knew he could never play by the same rules, not with you. You’re one of those rare things he knew he would never wholly own, but that didn’t mean he would let it go without a fight, nor did that imply that he wasn’t ever going to try. He wanted you, and though you will never ever level the playing ground with him, enjoying your advantage over him, his desperation for you, and the fact that he needed you more than you needed him, he still wanted any part of you that he could concretely say was his.

Your agreement with him was just a step towards that goal.

You were made for him; no one can convince him otherwise. He had never felt the way he did for anyone else, and he didn’t think he ever will again. Looking at you now, all fucked out and laid out for him to feast on, he couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up his throat. He meant it when he said he would make it worth your while. This night was about you. He intended it to be that way, but what he didn’t anticipate was the immense pleasure he felt while giving you what you wanted.

With his lips and chin shining with your arousal, he rose to his knees as if surveying his dominion, you being the conquered land and him the ruler of it all, beauty and ruin all wrapped up into one to create a masterpiece in his will and liking. He swiped at the edge of his mouth with his fingers before licking it off. His eyes caught yours, clear and sparkling with open lust, while yours reflected them in the haze of your blown-out pupils.

Satoru playfully crawled on top of you, randomly planting kisses on your body before he pressed his lips onto your pliant yet unresponsive ones, making you taste yourself. You slowly blinked up at him, a dazed smile drawing itself across your mouth as you tried to even out your breathing. He kissed your cheek, propping himself up on his elbow while his other hand brushed away stray strands of hair from your face.

“Hey, sweet cheeks,” he whispered as he nuzzled your nose with his.

“Just give me a moment,” you responded, voice breathy.

“Okay.” He got off you, comically rolling onto the mattress to reach for the drawer, rummaging through stuff in there, rubbers, you surmised. “Want anything?”

You shook your head, snickering weakly as you covered your eyes with your arm. You didn’t know what was funnier: him being all long-limbed and pure muscle moving the way he did just then, or if it’s just the whole situation.

“What’s so amusing, sweetheart?” he asked as he moved closer to you, sitting up against the plush headboard beside you. You shook your head, but you were still unable to wipe the smile on your lips. “Okay…Think you can sit up?”

You rolled your eyes at him as you did just that, pausing when you noticed that he had forgone his boxers from earlier. Once again, you found yourself staring at him. It wasn’t a luxury you had the first time you had sex with him, given that it was at a party held at a frat house. You didn’t even know whose room you messed up that night, and you didn’t really stop and actually observe him that night, both of you caught up in a rush.

Everything about Gojo Satoru was pretty, that much you could say, and if it was a matter of being endowed, he wasn’t lacking in that either. You knew precisely just how his cock felt like inside of you, and you already knew you wouldn’t be disappointed. No. That had been the least of your worries, but it was somehow like finally putting a face to something responsible for a mysterious encounter.

Daring to be bold despite how he made you surrender earlier, you crawled towards him like a feline, flashing him a sultry look as you came closer. He smirked as you kneeled astride him, running your fingers through your hair to push it back before sitting your plush ass on his lap. You leveled your expression with his when you saw how his jaw went slack, his dick twitching against his abs even without being touched. You slid closer, rubbing your pussy on one of his muscular thighs. He gulped audibly, seeing as how your eyes had taken a different look from earlier, but he didn’t dislike it one bit.

“Close your mouth, sweet thing,” you said, referring to him with one of the nicknames he gave you. His teeth clacked as he did your bidding without even realizing it. You rewarded him with a peck on the cheek, tapping the other with your manicured fingers. “Good.”

You turned your attention to his throbbing cock, prolonging his agony as you ran one hand down his body before finally touching it. You felt his breath picking up pace when you traced one prominent vein that ended just by the pink tip, which was leaking with his own impending arousal. The tables seemed to have turned when you ran your thumb over his slit, smearing his precum. He was becoming harder, hotter in your hand, and you couldn’t help but feel excited as well, seeing your effect on him.

You took the condom packet from him, tearing it open and tossing the wrapper aside. He watched with bated breath as you slid over his length, deliberately tightening your fingers around him, making him hiss. You interrupted his preoccupation with your hand by claiming his lips as you slid the condom the rest of the way, drawing out a salacious moan from him.

“I like how you sound like this,” you murmured against his mouth, chuckling when he let out an exaggerated keen, distracting you enough not to notice when he unclasped your bra. You let the garment slide off of your arm while he pulled on it, getting rid of it like he did with its pair. You couldn’t care less as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder for support, your mouth remaining connected as he lifted you by the back of your thighs, aligning himself to your entrance.

You both gasped when the tip of his cock nudged through your folds, your breaths mingling in the sparse space between your lips. Ever so slowly, you sank down onto him, feeling yourself being stretched further open until he bottomed out.

Overwhelmed by his size and how he made you feel, you placed your forehead against his shoulder, neither of you moving except for the seemingly in-sync rise and fall of your chests. He was in so deep that you felt so full, even breathing seems difficult to do.

“Fuck, Y/N, sweetheart, you feel so good.”

You didn’t trust yourself to speak. Your senses were on overdrive that even the slightest movements of Satoru’s fingers against your skin made you squirm and lose your breath.

“So, so good...” he said softly, utterly out of it, but his words spurred you on. Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you moved your hips, raising halfway through his length before taking the entirety of his shaft again. “Yes, baby, that’s it.”

You repeated the same thing over and over again, going closer towards his tip with each time until you found your rhythm. Starting off slow, you picked up your pace, bouncing on Satoru’s cock, your head slightly thrown back as you maneuvered the angles that best suited your desires.

“You’re s-so damn hot, sweet cheeks. Come on. Give me more,” he egged you on, hands finding their way to your breasts and squeezing possessively.

You were close again, feeling the continuous drag of his dick inside your walls, obscene moans coming from your mouth as you moved your hips to your liking. Seeing the same degree of desire overflowing from Satoru’s eyes made you clench tightly around him as the coil in the pit of your guts tightened. Your movements became sloppy as you burned out all your energy, all worth it hearing the way Satoru groaned and lost his mind because of you.

You rode him like no one’s business, feeling him becoming more engorged inside you. He started meeting you halfway with his own thrusts, seeing as how you’re growing more tired.

“Ah...Satoru, right there,” you said when he shifted and thrust up into you a particular way, keeping that same bruising pace until you were a shaking mess, going limp in his arms as you reached your nth high.

But he wasn’t done with you just yet. Carrying you, he easily rolled the two of you on the sheets. He pulled out of you, propping you on your side, the sudden emptiness making you whimper. But that was short-lived as he pulled you close, your back against his chest. Satoru slid a hand between your thighs, propping your right leg over his. From behind you, he shoved his cock into you, making you scream.

The sound of skin slapping on skin as he fucked you hard and fast filled the room along with his own moans mingling with your pants as your mouth went slack.

“Y/N, I’m c-close. Cum with me, hmm? Give me one more,” he told you in frenzied tones.

Your brain was way too fried for you to respond to his words, merely sobbing when you felt him reaching down to where your clit was, abusing it at the same unforgiving pace at which he pumped his dick inside you.

Right when you came undone, he pulled out up to the tip before ramming back all the way in, staying there as he emptied his load into the condom, his semen coming out in hot spurts that had him seeing stars.

For a while, the pair of you lay there in silence with nothing but your heavy breaths filling up the room, blissfully spent as he held you in his arms.

When he was calm enough, he carefully pulled out of you, discarding the condom and coming back to find you dead to the world. He smiled to himself as he leaned down on your still form, kissing you on the cheek, his head filled with nothing but the thought of how amazing you were.

~*~

My sister be like: え、本当に1つのエロいシーンで5000語以上も？マジで？ And I'm like: わかんないな、なんかおかしくなってるんだよ。 It was Patricia.

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damntheyare · 1 month

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your dad Alastor makes me cry really hard (and laugh a little lol)

let me just say my full opinion about Alastor dad - just my vision/headcanon for the full understanding that I started to have, based on fan facts from the fandom wiki - I consider him a mentally unstable egoist (even his aroace thing comes from the fact that he loves only himself lol) with a low degree of empathy (because you are unlikely to be very kind when you killed half your life and then the same amount after life), he is not a fan of useless cute things, he is more like the one who kicks a puppy and feels normal from this. friendship comes easily to him, because he sees it as entertainment + benefit, since “we can adequately talk with you on general topics”, we can build a profitable business that will be based on some “general confidence” - simple a form of relationship that benefits him or provides some form of entertainment (just think that all his friends are cute, slightly crazy ladies with whom he can talk about both funny things and murder while sitting over a mug of something), love is more complicated for him , because there are a lot of emotions in which control is required, but in an established long-term relationship, his love is expressed as “selfishness for two” - like "all the privileges that I have for myself, I transfer to you, and you become part of my space" but again, at the core of it all there is something interesting/useful to him. With Charlie it’s fun, calm, funny, common interests, status privileges (and sometimes we kiss, oh my God) - "I understand why I need\want this and what I get from it." BUT A CHILD is a small, useless creature, of which there is no use, nothing can be done with a child, it is impossible to establish adequate contact, share interests (you know, eating raw venison and killing, not exactly children's hobbies), so Alastor is not interested in a small child, he doesn't need them for anything, again Alastor would rather just tolerate them, like "ok, as long as you don't get in the way, it's acceptable." As a not entirely healthy person (understatement of the century), does not have a developed sense of complicity in this topic with the child, he looks at them and does not think “wow, we did this together, this is my blood” / he just looks and says: “ Hey, you're annoying me." If you tell him “but this is your child, you must love them”, it will not make any sense to him. But the child would still like to attract the attention of his father ,they tries to be interested in the same things as Alastor (like maybe they will want to know about his favorite music or will begin to be interested in dark magic, and so on) and then Alastor may already be interested in them and they will have a more or less good relationship, but still not family, but rather mentoring. Bonus - Alastor had a moment when he was "kind" - once when Lucifer was looking after Lamb and was like "who's your favorite grandpa, you love me the most" and of course Alastor turned on the competitive part of his brain and was like "no, they love me more than anyone" and walked the kid all day just so they wouldn't hang out with grandpa.

#sorry mistakes eng is harduu

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thealogie · 20 days

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I know I go against the shennant codex here but gotta say I still don't see them as, like, super close friends. And I realize there's a lot of projection here, because I have this one friend and I can't help superimposing our relationship on the shennant situation. We've known each other for a long time, from work initially, and we have super easy and fun, and even a little bit flirty relationship (we're both of the same gender and straight, but you just have to go with the flirty flow when it happens). We both sparkle when we meet, and I always feel like I'm a better, mentally healthier person when I'm with this friend. Our communication has a sort of Mozart quality, I feel. I'm always super happy to hang out with them and it's always very sweet, pleasant and fun. But I leave my actual heavy or unpleasant day-to-day stuff for my closest circle, we can be unpleasant and deep with each other, we can get bitter and fall out. But I would never bring this unhappy stuff and my unpleasant underbelly to THAT friend. They're my happy, normal, unbothered place. And I know it's a projection, but I just can't help it, I absolutely see the shennant of it all as that type of relationship as well. Like two guys who stumbled on an incredibly natural work chemistry and mutual understanding (a truly rare and precious thing in creative professions, you need to grab and never let go), whose wits are super compatible and sparkly when they're together. The added bonus of similar background and family stuff and happy coincidence of kids and partners getting along etc. I also think that I see MS at least feeling himself a better and healthier, less complicated person when he hangs out with the Tennants, like I do with that friend. The sparkly flirtiness is also born from all that. But I think they both have closer friends whom they can allow themselves to annoy and completely relax with, and be deep and unpleasant with etc. My closest friends actually get jealous about that friend, because when I talk about or with this friend, I seem more happy and pleasant than I'm with them. But it's not a sign of special closeness, it's just how our chemistry with that friend works. I wouldn't be able to survive with only that relationship, I need my "underbelly buddies" more because we can dump stuff on each other. So that's my personal rpf projection of shennant and all its charming quirks.

Dude that’s a wild view of friendship. not only are you projecting but I also think you are underselling your own friendship and have some unresolved feelings for that friend. Like not even romantically, but just…we all have very sparkly “put your best foot forward” friendships but at some point you can get messy and deep with that friend. that friend can probably handle going a bit deeper and messier if you so desire. Conversely, even if you discover you can’t be messy with that friend, that doesn’t mean they aren’t a close important friend. as you get older you realize it’s ok to have different close friendships for different purposes/topics.

If you have a friend you go out of your way to work with, and you hang out a lot and your families now hang out too? That’s a close friend regardless of whether you have other friends that are more for talking about personal stuff.

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Miraculous: The Movie Reaction/Review

A little more ordering of my thoughts now, and I can go through in a little more detail why I loved this movie so much. This will be a solid look at things, and so... yeah, SPOILERS! And just for the record this will be looking both at the movie itself as a movie AND in comparison to the series. I know that there are different pressures on both, but I do feel there are narrative through lines tackled better or worse.

Putting a cut here for the Spoiler free folks.

This will be somewhat chronological, with some asides.

Okay, so the opening, a great setup. It's a Lore dump, but it's clean and neat and we are already introduced to the vibrant colors we will see throughout the movie, and Mr. Overdramatic Fu who I find priceless.

Marinette:

Oh Marinette, I love this Marinette. She feels downtrodden to start. The type of person for whom one too many hiccups have become a self-fullfiling way of life. The movie spends a lot more time with her on this. Which is to the benefit because her choice and ascension are much bigger payoffs. She's still a dreamer, and energetic, She's our Marinette, but vitalized.

Okay I'll put this here: The Songs. They're fine. They're not great, but they're find. they have a stage-style vibe to them which fits in with the change to Emilie's career. They are also pushing the narrative through most of the time, so even if the song isn't to your liking, you've got a lot going on.

School&Chloé: Marinette seems a lot more jumpy/unpopular in general, it's not JUST Chloé which is a good shift. Don't get me wrong, the blonde is still clearly a nightmare, but it's not she alone among the student body that thinks something's off about Mari at the beginning.

Alya&Nino: What is there to say? She's Alya, she's great. Nino and Adrien friendship! yay! And Alya&Nino are a cute secondary couple-in-the-making. The movie loved it's secondary characters.

Adrien: Sad Adrien, but gentle. Marinette's first interaction with him was great. She's Marinetting, but she actually gets up the will to talk to him. I liked this balance. Yes some of it comes from a shorter runtime, but it comes across as just... healthier?

Gabemoth: Gabriel outside! GASP! He's a human being! Clearly still flawed, but this Gabe is one I buy the ending for, and I quite enjoy it. Both Gabe and Adrien being over the top theaterical fits having Emilie in their lives. and.. OMG we got to see and hear Emilie as a person! I loved this. I'll add in Nathalie here. She didn't have a lot but we get her care for Adrien and the family right away.

Rescue Fu Alleyway and Tikki: Saving Fu felt much more earned in this one, give a bonus to whoever storyboarded this. Marinette pulling him from in front of a bus then bodily putting herself between him and the danger of another oncoming car? This girl! Go Marinette, you've earned these earirngs(want them or not) also: Her reaction to this crazed little man screaming about death and end of the world was awesome, I LOVE them lamp shading this trope.

Little aside about Sabrina She's adorable in the whole movie, but we get a hint of her own independence when she covers for Marinette in the Alleyway, and I loved that. Tiny Character building moments are a sign of great writing.

Tikki: They amped up Tikki's energy and I can see why. Marinette's more reluctant heroine role needed someone with a bit more push to keep her going. This is honestly the most I've ever enjoyed Tikki (not that TV Tikki was awful)

Cathedral: So, We meet Cat Noir here, and he's a cocky goofball, and it works. They balance it well. He gets instant karma a few times, he tries hard, and he does quickly acknowledge Ladybug later on when *she* acknowledges herself. This is an important lesson, people do treat you better when you believe in yourself, it shows. Much like I said with Gabe, Adrien being an overdramatic theater kid fits perfectly in this story.

The back and forth between these two is great. And here's something else: It's instructive for Marinette. If Cat Noir was just a fawning lovesick boy from square one, she wouldn't learn to stand up for herself, which she later uses vs Chloé. People fuss at chat for the watermelon, but Ladybug's throwing her own zingers in there too.

I do like that we bring Fu back here, and then again at the end. He's a little more sane, a little more mentor, so his use as comic relief isn't one note. That's another sign of good writing.

Marinette's refusal: I liked this a lot. It felt right for Marinette. This was dangerous, scary, and she was barely managing for a lot of the fight at the cathedral. I love how the scene evolved from loud and frustrated, to comedy, then finally settled on sincerity. Marinette curling up in her chair was more earned emotion and heartbreak than S5 wrung from me in 13 eps.

Plagg and Adrien: Okay so yeah, Fart jokes. The show had it's share of 'stinky cheese' jokes so we shouldn't point too many fingers. I love dad-Plagg in the TV show, so I was slightly bummed it wasn't as prevelent here, but with Tiki needing a more energetic role, Adrien not being a shut in, and Gabriel not being a complete and total heel, Plagg's role is going to be different. It's worth noting that after Chat's failed confession Plagg does Dad-Plagg him, so all is not lost for that dynamic.

Fairground: Just a showcase of fun. Marinette&Adrien, Alya&Nino, the Akumas, Marinette making the *decision* to be a hero and triggering her first voluntary transformation. The two of them working together. This was a great celebratory event, and it kicks off:

Montage!

You knew they'd need this in a movie covering this much ground. We got to see a few fun akuma designs, a few Adrienette dates, and how the changes wrought on the fairground played out. We had enough time with sad, isolated, Marinette that this does feel like a triumph.

Third Act low point: This is where everyone fails. Chat's confession to Ladybug burns out. Marinette's confession to Adrien burns out. Even Gabriel has burned out. All three of our main players are at their low (which is a brilliant way to hint they're framing Gabe as not just a villain, he's treated to the narrative beats of a hero) All three felt solid and hit hard. It's the Lovesquare cliff notes, but it hits all the right elements. You still come away thinking 'If only they knew!' because the movie has really built up both Adrienette and Ladynoir in equal parts.

Final fight: Damn son, what is there to say? Akumatized Hawkmoth is not playing. Plagg telling Adrien to get his stuff together. This battle is just plain brutal. Mari unmasked! Chat punching his dad. Marinette being a hero without the suit, saving Chat in the same selfless way she saved Fu back at the beginning of the movie. Chat unmasked. and Gabriel's breakdown. *Adrien hugging his dad!* CLOSURE. Ladybug getting her Miraculous Ladybugs and it being a BIG DEAL, like it should be!

The Dance: Cute character moments. Chloe is big enough to give Marinette a 'truce' it seems, but mean enough to let her know it's not over yet. Sabrina's shrug is great :) Oh wait MARINETTE'S DRESS. It's Ladybug, it's beautiful. This girl is a designer. A reveal in snow. The two of them together, yes!

Post-script: Mayura next Villain? I'm hype.

End Notes: I feel this movie hit all the notes it needed to. We got the characters, they were compressed clearly because it's a movie, but still felt themselves, but fresh. Everything about this word feels a little more 'real' which is funny considering how ethereal all the lighting was.

I'm notoriously prone to critique and dissecting media, even media I enjoy. Yet my nitpick sensors were surprisingly mute while watching this. They told a huge amount of story, accessible both to long time fans and newcomers.

I probably have more thoughts, but that's already a lot for a Tumblr post. Feel free to engage my Asks or replies if you have questions or would like opinions on anything specific.

#miraculous ladybug #Miraculous Awakening #Ladybug and Cat Noir the movie #Miraculous Movie #Spoilers #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #chloe bourgeois #alya cesaire #sabrina raincomprix #nino lahiffe #gabriel agreste #nathalie sancour #Master Fu #review

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Hello there! I hope you are doing good :) I was wondering if maybe you would write something along the lines of sweet Channie not being able to help himself and masturbating bcus he got turned on by seeing some of (idol!)readers photos, or maybe a video? Bonus points if it's in public/somewhere where the boys could easily walk in on him. It can be during the relationship or before you guys are even together, whatever you prefer! Just some nasty thoughts I had heh. I'm loving all the content on your blog, keep it up ♡

Hope you don't mind I went for a fancam instead, I just liked the idea so much! :)

CHAN has always had a sweet spot for you – his dongsaeng from the same label. You met years ago during training, when you were still a soft-cheeked girl that called him “oppa” in the innocent tone of a little sister. He used to sneak you tteokbokki so you wouldn’t go hungry despite your harsh dieting plan.

Now, two years after your debut, you hardly ever see each other, and your relationship has changed with it. The easy friendship has developed into something else – you call him sunbae now, not oppa, and there is a tension there that Chan has never quite been able to place…

…until today, when he is lounging on his bed, scrolling through TikTok, and comes across one of your fancams.

It’s from your latest comeback, “Down”, and the concept is quite sexy. The song is a slow, pulsating tune with a hypnotizing bass and an almost chant-like chorus, perfect for autumn and the upcoming Halloween season. You are wearing a flowy white dress that is made to cling to you in all the right places by a black leather harness that goes well with your black leather stilettos and the smoky eye makeup. The fancam shows the killer part of the choreography, slow hip circles that follow the anti-drop in the chorus, and the way the members lower themselves to varying levels, creating a V formation, while circling their hips and pushing their arms up through their hair. It isn’t the most difficult move ever, but you are the centre for this formation, and you drop low on your high heels, managing to look demure while simultaneously practically eye-fucking the camera.

And that’s when it hits Chan, as he feels his pants constrict his awakening cock.

You are fucking hot.

His first reaction is panic – he can’t find you hot! You are his sweet, innocent YN whom he’s shared snacks with! He throws his phone onto the bed, crossing his arms. Then he grabs for his phone again and watches the fancam a second time. And a third time. Chan tries to tell himself that he is just doing it because it is his duty as a sunbae to watch out for his hoobae’s improvements so he can give her constructive criticism. But if he is completely honest, he watches it for that smirk you do just before you get back up from your … your slut drop.

It's as if Chan is seeing you for the first time – your round hips, your long legs, your breasts which are quite nicely accentuated by the harness… This is not the girl in sweatpants and trainers. This is a young woman who is desirable.

He glances down to his half-hard cock, then switches to YouTube to pull up an actual full-length fancam of you. There are several, and he chooses the one he’s briefly seen on TikTok, pressing play with a mixture of desire and anxiety. And then there you are, a vision in black and white, as you shamelessly seduce the camera. Chan doesn’t realise when he starts palming himself, only that he is, that he cannot get enough of the way you circle your hips, and then he’s thinking about what it would be like to have you on top of him, drawing lazy circles above his half-hardened cock. How he would put his hands on the curve of your hips and push himself into you, and how you would bounce on his dick – maybe you could keep the harness on, for the fun of it. He thinks about how good you would feel as he watches you shake your ass on Inkigayo, and then Chan pulls his cock out, and he knows it’s wrong, but how can it be when it feels so right, when you are the sexiest person he’s ever seen?

His hand is dry, and it’s not entirely pleasant but he’s too far gone, jerking himself hard and fast to you in that outfit, you doing that choreo, and when your eyes catch the camera again, he feels like you’re staring into his soul, knowing what he is doing, and you smirk. That smirk is Chan’s undoing, and he comes hard over his hand, your name on his lips, panting heavily.

The video ends and Chan tries to even his breathing. His hand is sticky, and he’s gotten some come onto his sweatpants. As he sees the stain, he feels shame – did he really just jerk off to his dongsaeng’s fancam? He pushes the feeling away. It’s not wrong – he knows for a fact fangirls (and fanboys) have done the same thinking of him – it’s part of being an idol. Come to think of it, maybe that’s why you have been weird around him lately? Because you realised he’s hot too?

What an interesting thought. Maybe, just maybe, you on top of him isn’t an impossible fantasy, after all? Chan grabs a tissue to wipe his hand. Grinning to himself, he decides to maybe try to catch you in the practice rooms next week…

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fitz-higgins · 2 years

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LGBT literature of the 1860s–1910s. Part 4

Well, it’s been a while. Here’s a new selection featuring three stories about love between students, lesbian poems, a comedy centered around a gay character, Proust's short story, and more

1. Bertram Cope’s Year, by Henry Blake Fuller (1919). Although this novel went unnoticed by its contemporaries, it is thought to be the first officially published American novel about homosexual men. It could be your perfect academia novel: Bertram, “no squire of dames”, is a self-conscious English teaching assistant at an Illinois university where he completes his thesis and tries to settle in life. Four women and three men are attracted to him, but Bertram is fond of “Dear Arthur”, his college friend Arthur Lemoyne who comes to live with him later. Interestingly, the story has a touch of comic and ironic, which was very rare for homosexual literature of that time. [Read online]

2. Le Monsieur Aux Chrysanthèmes (The Gentleman of Chrysanthemums), by Armory (Carle Dauriac; 1908). This is the first modern play (and a society comedy at that) that has a gay man as its main character. The character is Gill Norvège, a critic and writer, who uses a young widow Marthe Bourdon to get money. Marthe is hopelessly in love with Gill and borrows 30,000 francs from a poet Jacques Romagne, who, in turn, is hopelessly in love with Marthe. And then Gill sees Jacques one day and falls in love with him. [Read online in French or in English]

3. The Garden God: A Tale of Two Boys, by Forrest Reid (1905). Called “a classic of Uranian literature”, this story has it all: homoerotism, platonism, ancient gods and love at boarding school. In that school a fifteen years old Graham, who used to dream of friendship with a Greek god, meets Harold who looks exactly like that imaginary friend. But where there are gods there is also tragedy, so be prepared. [Read online]

4. Poems by Sofia Parnok. Parnok was the first open lesbian in Russian literature. She was in a relationship with another famous Russian poet, Marina Tsvetaeva, as well as with some other women to whom she dedicated a number of poems. Often called the Russian Sappho, she often refers to Sappho in her poetry and also used her famous phrase, “Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us”. Some of Parnok’s poems are translated and more is available in Russian.

5. Teleny, or The Reverse of the Medal (1893). Not the first, but one of the earliest examples of English-language homosexual erotic novels (though rather sophisticated), its author is unknown, but some believe that it was written by Oscar Wilde. Here we have a tragedy again, a tragic love between a Frenchman and a Hungarian pianist, to be exact. There’s also something literally queer going on, because the Frenchman, Des Grieux, has a telepathic connection with the attractive pianist, Teleny. Eventually they meet, and Teleny introduces Des Grieux to the underground homosexual world of Paris. Bonus: the novel has a comic adaptation, Teleny and Camille, by Jay Macy, and also a “prequel”, Des Grieux, written in 1899. [Read online]

6. Anders als die Andern (Different from the Others), by Bill Forster (Hermann Breuer; 1904). The title is supposedly derived from a phrase that was popular among German gay men of that time, “We are, thank god, other than other people”. Herbert, the protagonist, falls in love with Ernst, the boy from his school. They go hiking together, and for some time they are close. But Ernst, although flattered by Herbert’s attention and feelings, rejects him twice, and it destroys Herbert’s life.

7. Avant la nuit (Before dark)by Marcel Proust (1893). A forgotten short story by Proust, written when he was only 22, despite what you might expect, tells about a lesbian woman. She is incredibly unhappy: she is in a relationship with a man, but wants to confess her true sexuality and suffers from her own dishonesty. Finally, she tells him the truth and asks for his compassion. In a way, this story defends homosexuality and explains why it cannot be condemned. [Read online]

8. The Prussian Officer, by D. H. Lawrence (1914). Praised as a masterpiece of short fiction by some critics, this story is rather grim. A captain slowly becomes attracted to his young, simple orderly. However, he represses his feelings and, instead of showing any kind of affection, turns aggressive and humiliates the young man. And it is not going to end well. [Read online]

9. Quelques Portraits-Sonnets de Femmes (Some Portrait-Sonnets of Women), by Natalie Clifford Barney (1900). One of the most famous lesbian poets of the 20th century, Barney wrote a chapbook of love poems to women that were so scandalous her father bought up all remaining copies and burned them. Two novels based on or about women’s affairs with Barney were also featured in previous chapters of this list. The book is not available online, but some poems can be found in English here and here.

10. The Intersexes: A History of Similisexualism as a Problem in Social Life, by Edward Prime-Stevenson (1906). Prime-Stevenson didn’t just write the first novel about gay men with a happy ending (featured in the previous part of the list), but also an interesting study, one of the earliest ones. Using science and history, he defenses homosexuality, which is why he is considered to be one of the first advocates for the rights of the LGBTQ community. A very progressive work for his time, it rejects the binary of masculine and feminine and insists that homosexuality is a natural result of human evolution. [Read online]

P.s. Previous parts are collected here.

#lgbt literature #queer history #dark academia #lesbian literature #oscar wilde #russian literature #natalie clifford barney #marcel proust #lgbt history #gay literature #lesbian history #gay history #victorian era #blog: history #blog: literature

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🚀 galactic_larry masterpost 🚀

Under the cut you'll find all of the fics I have written along with their word count and rating.

🚀 Jupiter | 95k | Mature

Louis Tomlinson is a singer-songwriter who has just scheduled the biggest gig of his life. Being the opening act for Niall Horan’s European tour means gigantic venues, large crowds, and music, so much music! What he had not expected, was that it would also mean handsome strangers, doomed love, and a whole lot of pining.

Harry Styles doesn't consider himself a musician, but he agreed to help his best friend out, so there’s that. He’s now playing on tour with Niall, but, as far as he is concerned, he only has one very simple task: to get through it alive. Instead, he ends up finding true love, heartbreak, and a sense of purpose.

Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, and Liam Payne are absolutely fed up with both of them, and just want them to get it together, but things don’t always work out, do they?

Jupiter is a story about friendship and overcoming difficulties, told through music and fandom inside jokes.

ao3 | bonus chapter | fic post

🚀 If That's All It Was | 6k | Teen And Up Audiences

Harry and Louis are in a long term relationship and are planning to get married. When they end up having to go long distance for a year, things start getting progressively harder to deal with and they ultimately put an end to their relationship.

What happens when they meet again after a few months and all of their unresolved feelings bubble up?

ao3 | fic post

🚀 How Many Chances Does It Take? | 100k | Mature

Harry Styles is the lead singer of the band “Retrograde” who just signed a record deal and are moving to Los Angeles to pursue a career in music. He wasn’t really expecting to run into his childhood friend for whom he’s always had a thing, even though they haven’t seen each other in years, but he did. He also managed to fuck everything up, but that’s a different conversation.

Louis Tomlinson is a songwriter who lives in Los Angeles with his best friend, Niall. His daily routine consists of writing songs, hanging out with his friends, and trying to get over his childhood friend, which isn’t really working, but oh well. And then he sees him again, after years, but things go horribly wrong.

A story about being in love and being a complete and total idiot, but also friendship and forgiveness, told through music.

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🚀 Got Time (But We're Only Human) | 6k | Teen And Up Audiences

Louis and Harry have been dating for years, but have been keeping it a secret from the public, which is why when they decide to go on a trip with Liam, Niall, and Zayn to celebrate One Direction’s anniversary, they end up at a farm in the middle of nowhere.

What happens when a picture that shouldn’t have been taken starts circulating on the internet, threatening to mess everything up?

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🚀 Fuck You For Ruining New York City For Me | 11k | Teen And Up Audiences

Harry met Louis in college and fell in love with him in record time. Louis broke up with him in their New York apartment, so Harry left the city for good. Except now he’s back, visiting with his new boyfriend.

What happens when they run into each other at a bar three years after breaking up?

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🚀 Enough To Wish For More | 33k | Mature

Louis Tomlinson just wants a few days of peace and quiet while his family are out of state. But when he meets the lead singer of a band he’s never heard of, his life and everything he thought he knew about it changes forever.

Harry Styles just wants to get his new guitar and then he’s leaving Haverhill, Massachusetts as fast as he can. But when he gets lost and asks someone for directions, he finds a lot more than the street he was initially looking for.

A long, complicated, painful, fucked up story about love.

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#larry fanfiction #larry fic #my fic #masterpost #hlcreators #hlficlibrary #hljournal

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Some general thoughts on Precure All Stars F:

1) I knew it going in, but it really is delightful that the literal plot of this movie is some kind of all-powerful alien capable of destroying planets deciding after a fight to become the most powerful being in the universe: a magical girl. (Complete with mascot made of the weak and useless parts of yourself like compassion and a desire for friendship and ugh you’re not destroying things with our incredible cosmic power, get away from me.)

2) Laura: I’m looking for someone (my girlfriend.)

Mashiro: What a coincidence! I’m looking for my girlfriend too!

3) Love how StarTwi staff have said Lala’s “On my home planet I am TOTALLY AN ADULT” is a lie, but she still got grouped in on Team Adult… as the token kid.

4) I will say, the evil alien bunny girl does have a really good sense of style.

5) Tsubasa just fanboys every time he meets a princess, huh. What a dork. <3

6) I missed Manatsu and Laura so much. But you know who I missed more? Nodoka. Also love the inherent in-joke of Nodoka talking about how she misses and is looking for Rabirin to Mashiro, who shares a VA.

7) So yeah the train part made me go wibbly. Also, Nodoka took up running to build her stamina but still can’t run as fast as the others, none of whom are particularly athletic but also aren’t chronically ill. YES. (Laura trying to use her tail to bridge the gap was a nice touch.)

8) A tiny puppy reminds Yukari of her girlfriend, who is a dog.

9) The reunions were so cute, all times. Team Soaring Sky getting a group hug. Manatsu and Laura getting a HUGE hug while Yui and Amane and Nodoka and Asumi’s are a bit more restrained. So cute. (And then meanwhile, the adorable bunny mascot with Serious Trauma is having a very reasonable freakout. Poor Puca.)

10) Team Wing sees explosions in the castle and just vanishes for like five minutes only to reappear having already defeated Supreme’s “final boss.” High achievers, all of them.

11) Also La Mer getting to do her little “Victory!” jump and kick after her attack, even though they’re still running. So cute.

12) Reiterating what I said when Toei posted the first Big All-Precure Fight Scene: People were not kidding, Milky Rose looks dead there, and I’m not sure we actively see her get up later in the scene when everyone rallies? I… assume so? Looking forward to people uploading screenshots of a lot of the quick shot sequences to get a closer look (that one and the Cure Allies shots during All For One Forever, in particular.)

13) So the last couple movies hadn’t used Miracle Lights. Sure. But would it really be an All Stars movie - for a milestone anniversary, no less - without them? Of course not.

14) I am always a sucker for a good memory montage featuring the power of love. And oh, that was a good one. Not sure my favorite: Manatsu and Laura and Yui and Amane reacting to their shared memories are both fantastic, but so’s Yukari just standing by the wall as her memory plays out, and of course they pick That Scene from Healin’ Good for Rabirin and Nodoka’s maximum emotional impact.

15) That said: Distinctly NOT a fan of Supreme’s design featuring a darker skin tone once she goes evil and only when she goes evil, even though she keeps the black costume change in the ending.

16) I was admittedly a LITTLE disappointed when I got the soundtrack to realize they weren’t repeating All Stars Memories with a like twelve-minute fight scene track that was a medley of the theme songs. I do love the eight-minute medley track. All For One Forever is more than acceptable as a substitute, though.

17) We finally get the Delicious Party/Kirakira a la mode teamup we all wanted and deserved. Plus, bonus food-themed Cures adding their own powers to the mix! The ULTIMATE battle cake.

18) Also great: Laura and Minami’s “did we just become best friends?” attack. (All the thematic combos were delightful but seriously La Mer and Mermaid just seeing each other and going “let’s do a combo” is PERFECT.)

19) Yukari and Akira trying to act cool once they’re reunited, like Yukari hasn’t been utterly miserable all movie because her girlfriend is gone. Lala wiping out some cannon fodder so Yukari can have a moment with her girlfriend. (Lala understands. Her girlfriend was past the cutoff for getting two major cast members this movie. Probably because Nodoka and Rabirin with Team Prism had thematic purpose and a sequence break would look seriously weird - Hikaru seems like a shoo-in for Team Sky’s Goofball Energy And Preme.)

20) Cure Puca, like Ellee, gets the benefits of being a Precure seemingly requiring you to be a humanoid teenager/whatever’s going on with Cure Earth Who Is At Least This Tall Unless You’re A Mascot: being able to give a heroic speech.

21) Things I’m remembering last-minute I enjoyed: Sora showing the others her Hero Diary and being sad when she sees the “We Are Pretty Cure” page of her and Prism holding hands. Sora incorporating Yui’s and Manatsu’s mottos into her own. The lead Cures during the Portals Sequence all being like “yeah we don’t really know what’s going on here but we’ve all been in an All Stars movie or several before, we can handle this, sure.” The emphasis on hand-holding in general, particularly that FLASH of the battle they lost and Precious that Sora gets the first time she takes Yui’s hand and the vaguer one for Manatsu’s. And in a “this amused me” way, the way everyone getting lined up for the battle before the Requisite Explosion Jump is just them floating in space like a bunch of dolls on invisible shelves because it’s the only way to manage this all, there’s like 80 of them, it is SO MANY PRECURE.

So yeah, solid movie, I enjoyed it greatly. Probably gonna give it a minute until I finally watch the Healin’ Good one.

#precure blogging #precure all stars f

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This is probably gonna sound like a dumb question (and I’m sorry in advance) but I literally know the bare minimum about the Flashfam and their lore, so here we go. You’ve talked before about Kon being Bart’s “Lightning Rod” and from my understanding, it’s more or less a soulmate. Can you tell me more about that?

Hello and apologies for taking so long to get on this one.

A "lightning rod" when it comes to Flash Lore is basically someone who prevents a Speedster from becoming one with the speedforce, or acts as an anchor to find their way back when otherwise lost in speed related... debacles. Like a bolt of lightning to a metal pole they are attracted to them. They are people of whom a speedster has an emotional bond with, romantically, platonically or even antagonistically.

The comics naturally focus more on those that share a romantic bond with a speedster, but there is evidence to support that any strong bond can make a lightning rod regardless of the type of bond they have.

Jay's lightning rod is his sweet Joan of whom being his lightning rod had her own aging 'slowed' to match his (it's a little more complicated than that but for simplicity that is what is going on).

For Barry, Iris is his lightning rod which he was able to use on several occasions to pull himself out of the time stream and back to his own time.

Wally's legendary bond with Linda as a lightning rod is blatant as she helped pull him from the speedforce after he had already merged with it.

There are other instances of Iris and Linda both being lightning rods where not only do they help their speedsters manage their own powers, but by being lightning rods it helps the speedster keep them safe and prevent their own deaths or grievous harm, or in Jay's case extend Joan's life.

The tell-tale sign of a lightning rod for a speedster is of course a romantic bond, or a persistent attraction bringing the two together.

The comics will also blatantly tell you who a lightning rod is eventually using those words, where by then they get... bonus features (like Joan having her aging impacted, Linda getting powers etc).

For Bart we don't have the comics using those specific words for anyone, but in looking at the behaviors of other lightning rods and their speedsters we can sort of extrapolate that Kon, Cassie and Tim are his lightning rods with possibly Cissie (realistically she would be one but she dropped off from continuity so we didn't get to see her much after 2003).

Kon being one with an intense 'pull' for Bart is something that has the most evidence in Young Justice 2019 when Bart worked exhaustively to find Kon and to bring Young Justice back together.

When the newly formed Young Justice sans Kon were all zapped to Gemworld they were all scattered but it was Bart who appeared literally right next to Kon. Everyone else had been deposited in more random places, but not Bart. This suggests that while he does have a bond with Tim and Cassie, it is to Kon that he may have a special bond with.

There are other instances of Kon's existence being a focal point for Bart throughout their comic relationship such as during the World Without Young Justice arc where a de-powered mundane Kon was able to give Bart the courage and strength to overcome his deep paralyzing fear to reabsorb his dying scouts.

Also Kon and Bart have an intense friendship where there are multiple instances where they pick each other up and seek each other out which is at least the grounding basics for a lightning rod. For further reading on that you can look at the Konbart Manifesto.

To quantify if a lightning rod is a soulmate is a little mushy. If you are a romantic sort and the idea of soulmates pleases you tremendously then yes a lightning rod can be used to describe one, but there are more 'extras' that come with a lightning rod than just an intense burning love and a 'meant to be' attraction.

There is something more physical, metaphysical, spiritual and atomic about their bond than it being a divine uncontrollable force. There is an element of spookiness involved for sure, but there also is an element of choice about who become one based on built up love.

A lightning rod is something as profound as a gravitational pull for a speedster; their relationship is like Earth and our moon where Earth is a speedster and the moon is a lightning rod. Without the moon as a ballest Earth's stability in orbit would likely change catastrophically and for a speedster this is also the case.

I hope this makes some semblance of sense.

TLDR: A lightning rod is like a soulmate that a speedster has semi-control over but is no less spooky and endearing.

#bartkon #konbart #lightning rods #flashfam #bart allen #kon el #conner kent #to note though barry and wally have more lightning rods #hal for barry #and dick for wally #piper is likely one too for wally #jay's friendship with alan could be extrapolated to include him as well but i am not sure on that one #the other speedsters are a whole other monolith too

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

「 Chaeri's Masterlist on my blog 」

꧁ Chaeri's Team

⋆ 007 Oppa | Bodyguard

We know that the number of bodyguards assigned to BTS over the years has increased at the same rhythm as their success, reaching an estimated number of almost 200 hired by the company. At the beginning of their career, however, there were very few people assigned to provide security for the band members. To this day, almost all of them still have a contract with Big Hit.

Among them, someone who has always been noticed by fans is the one who became Chaeri's personal bodyguard over time. His identity was never revealed to protect his privacy, which is why he always wore a mask to cover half his face. However, this didn't stop him from being widely known for his special bond with the youngest of the BTS, to whom he seemed to devote all his attention during work hours (and often further). Indeed, the two seemed to have developed a genuine friendship rather than a straight professional link as time went on.

Chaeri even asked him to stop being always in uniform and to wear what he liked whenever they didn't have to be at some formal event. She started referring to him as 007 Oppa as a joke, when one day they ended up watching the famous James Bond movies together, which is why the Armys refer to him by the same nickname.

Being an indispensable part of her life and a close friend, Chaeri has never been too hesitant to post him on her social media as well.

They had many years to get to know and to care about each other, so much so that they considered themselves family, at least until Chaeri fired him shortly before the year 2019 began. It seems it was actually him who told the company's wrong people about her affair with Jungkook, destroying her relationship and the trust she placed in him after spending almost every day with him for five years. When she saw him after finding out what he had done, in a burst of anger was about to throw hands at him, but Namjoon stopped her in time.

They have not seen each other since then

Bonus* Posts uploaded by Chaeri when he was still her bodyguard + How he took care of her

⋆ Jung Dae-Hyun | Bodyguard

◌ Her new bodyguard; ◌ She trusts him but has decided not to create any emotional attachment, recovering from her previous experience; ◌ Extremely professional and mature in his work; ◌ An absolute gentleman.

⋆ Kim Sena | Manager

◌ Her personal manager; ◌ She is 40 years old but looks the same age as Chaeri; ◌ She is always seen dressed in a white jacket, it's her trademark; ◌ Her life mission is to ensure that Chaeri is respected in the same way as the male members of the group; ◌ She looks like she could kill you and indeed she would, except if you are her beloved Chaeri; ◌ She doesn't let anyone mess with her, just like her protected; ◌ They radiate the same energy.

⋆ Lee Ha-Neul | Vocal Coach

◌ Softness personified; ◌ Since Chaeri's debut, she has been her vocal coach and has helped her to improve so much in her singing skills; ◌ She is a mama bear; ◌ Whenever they are in the studio, before they start on their work, she asks her how her day went and if she feels like chatting for a few minutes; ◌ Her daughter is Chaeri's biggest young supporter.

⋆ Choi Mi-Hi | Stylist

◌ Her trusted assistant, they spend most of their time poking and joking with each other; ◌ This woman fully understands Chaeri's need to dress maturely, and hell, she creates drool-worthy outfits for her; ◌ She loves to see her rebellious behaviour against the other members and laughs about it under her breath, she is so proud of her little girl.

⋆ Park Hayoon | Nutritionist

◌ If Chaeri claims not to be afraid of anyone, well there is one exception: HER; ◌ This woman is her nightmare; ◌ Chaeri has lost count of how many times she has been scolded for not following the diet on which she spent so much time and dedication in shaping; ◌ No personal attachment, she sees the bare minimum.

Credits to the owners of the pics/gif

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Luck- Robbie Reyes x disabled!reader (platonic)

Hey y’all! Wanted to write a fic with a chronic pain haver/mobility aid user because I can relate! Also, wow my Oliver Queen fic did better than expected. Anyway, I had an absolute seizure trying to format this so it’s not great but yipee I’m posting?

Reader is an ambulatory cane user- self-indulgent

WARNING: Contains graphic descriptions of violence

“Thank you again for helping me,” You said shyly, grabbing your backpack and shuffling through some assignments.

“No problem.” Gabe responded cheerily, moving his own work out. While Gabe was academically successful, you struggled quite a bit. It made school miserable but Gabriel Reyes, to you, was a godsend.

You’d been studying with him in school during breaks for the past few days, with finals week approaching, but today he offered you to come over. Timidly you obliged, knowing well that schoolwork was your top priority but Gabe’s friendship was an added bonus. The two of you began working on some assignments (ones you’d neglected to turn in throughout the past few weeks) and minutes turned to hours. Before you knew it, you’d been sitting there well into the evening, working away. You were about to start packing up your when, as if on cue, a knock sounded at the door.

“I can get it,” You offered, pushing yourself up.

Gabe looked mildly excited. “It’s probably my brother.” He responded.

You moved to the door, opening it. In front of you, covered in grease, was a young man, no more than 5 years your senior. He looked a lot like Gabe- similar narrow face and dark eyes. He looked at you, his face unreadable but it didn’t seem anything more than slightly confused (probably wondering why it wasn’t Gabe at the door looking back at him.)

“Robbie! Hey!” Gabe said, wheeling back from the table where the two of you had been working. You moved out of the way, dipping your head slightly as to acknowledge Robbie, and shut the door behind you. Before the man could open his mouth and ask, Gabe gave you an introduction.

“This is Y/N, (they’re/he’s/she’s) a friend from class.”

“Hello,” You said, with an awkward little wave.

“Isn’t it a bit late on a school night for you to have friends over?”

His comment wasn’t rude, but genuine.

“Oh, he’s helping me study for exams coming up. I lost track of time, I was just about to head out anyway, I didn’t mean to overstay my welcome.” You answered quickly, reaching your your bookbag and cane, both of which were slightly leaned against the table. Gabe made a point of clearing his stuff too.

“It wasn’t any trouble,” Gabe spoke, but you couldn’t really tell to whom. Robbie was taking off an interesting-looking leather jacket and hanging it off the counter.

“How’d you plan on getting home?” Robbie asked, turning his head over his shoulder as he scrubbed grease from his hands.

“Oh eh- Probably just walking.” You said. Something about him made you nervous- it was probably just a general fear of new people, but there was a certain intensity to him. He eyed the cane in your hand for a moment. You turned to Gabe, knowing it’d be easier to tell him and let Robbie hear you then to explain anything directly.

“It’s been nice, not having flare-ups the past few days. I’ve been waking a bit more.” You said with forced enthusiasm.

“It’s a little late for someone like you to be out walking alone.”

“It’s fine,” You tried, shifting your weight. “It’s only like… a mile-“

“It’s not smart,” he said flatly. “Catching a bus would be better, but the routes are closed at this hour.”

“I guess that narrows my options down to walking anyway,” You forced a chuckle, shrugging a bit.

Robbie’s phone began to buzz. He looked at it blankly before moving to pick his jacket up from the chair.

“Sorry mijo, gotta run.”

Gabe rolled his eyes. “What now?” He sighed, amusingly exasperated.

You looked at Robbie. He seemed to think about the question for a bit too long. “Girl I’ve been after got back to me. I’ll try not to be out long.”

Gabe scoffed. “We both know that means I’ll see you tomorrow night. Bye, Robbie.”

He nodded, looking at you before slipping out the door. You raised your hand in a small wave.

Not long after Robbie left did it take you to get out, too. You made it home alright.

Over the next few weeks, that series of events became routine. You’d stay a little bit later than intended, Robbie would come home covered in grease wearing his signature black leather jacket, you’d make a tiny bit of small talk, Robbie would get some kind of alert (phone calls, texts, etc.), and would run off with some excuse. Sometimes it was girls wanting to get with him, or that he’d forgetting something at work (which you, overtime, gathered was at an auto shop), maybe he’d have a dragracing competition, or a client in destress, he always seemed to come up with some variation of “I gotta run” each night.

You, on the other hand, repeated your less exciting routine. A walk home to a dark, maybe empty, house. The walk itself wasn’t too bad- sometimes pain would make it more miserable, but you managed, cane clicking along your side. Robbie’s comments about it being safe, however, did make you uneasy. You knew that crime was an issue where you, your family, and the Reyes family lived. Gabe had been targeted before, during a blackout from some mutant related whatever. At some point you’d stopped questioning it. Mutants, superheroes, all of it seemed so… annoying. It’s not like you disliked heroes, but there was something to be said about the damage they caused. Mutants also sparked so much unnecessary controversy. They shouldn’t be outcasted for something they couldn’t control- you knew that well enough.

As always your night repeated. Tonight’s study session ended a little early. Gabe was exhausted from the constant working, and you’d been feeling less than adequate the past few days. Whatever was causing your flare up was getting in your way. The walk home wasn’t something you looked forward to, but as always you brushed off the need for a ride and Robbie darted away anyhow.

Streetlights flickered as you walked, your pace easy but your mind restless. A series of gang-related thefts had been reported in your area. As far as you knew, there hadn’t been much done about them, but muggers took the chance to increase their lousy presence You didn’t really know much, but you didn’t like the idea of being seen as an easy target. Nonetheless you continued onward, carefully watching your surroundings.

Not looking at the rough sidewalk beneath your feet, you tripped for a moment, stumbling for a second and dropping your cane. Distracted and in pain, you seized up for a minute, the jerking motion worsening the discomfort. Bending down you picked up the stick, hearing a metallic click behind your head. Fear gripped your body as you stood up, raising your arms slightly. Looking at you with a gun pointed towards you was a young man, only a few years your senior. A second, larger man had appeared at your side, blocking your path. You flinched back, a little too aggressively, and both men lunged closer.

“Don’t fucking try anything you little shit or I’ll light up your fucking chest.”

“I’m sorry, I-“ You choked out, nervously, stepping back.

“I said don’t fucking move!” He shouted, closing in on you. You felt tears well up in your eyes.

‘I’m going to die. Shit, I’m going to die.’ You thought frantically, chest tightening.

“Open your backpack.” The other man ordered.

“I don’t have anything I sw-“

“Open the fucking backpack!”

You held your breath, slowly dumping the school bag out. The man to your side began digging around. After a moment he looked up and shook his head.

“S-see? Noth-“

Within seconds you were face to face with hot, disgusting breath and a gun shoved into your temple, a rough hand gripping the collar of your shirt. You fought back tears, shutting your eyes. Your cane clattered to the ground.

“I don’t have anything!” You yelped, weak without the support.

“I’ll fucking pat you down myself.” He began to lower the weapon.

Without warning you kneed him in the stomach, flailing back as he let go in surprise. You tried to turn and run, but felt the body of your cane slam into the side of your head. A sticky feeling on the side of your face made you realize you were bleeding as you veered towards the concrete. Your head hit the pavement with a sickening thunk.

Spots clouded your eyes as your ears rang loudly. The crack of wood over one of your attacker’s knees made your heart sink as you heard your now broken cane clatter to the floor.

“Pat (them/him/her) down, quick!” A muffled voice called, exhaustion starting to pull your eyes back. All you could feel in your skull was radiating, dense pain.

Your vision clouded even further. A dull rev of an engine vibrated the ground you were lying on, blood pooling from your head and staining the concrete in dribbles. Stunned, you waited to feel the hands of the thieves through your layers of pockets. You had cash in your wallet- at least enough for them to be satisfied. Your debit card too. Bank card. License. Part of you knew you should have been more anxious. But you felt so tired…

A faint orange glow came from over your shoulder. Your eyes rolled back and shut, darkness swarming your senses.

A hot, gentle hand touched your wrist- it felt like the person was feeling for a pulse. You cracked an eye open only to regret it. Before you was who you could only call a devil. A human skull on fire loomed over you.

‘I’ve done it,’ you thought in utter dismay, ‘I’ve died and the devil himself is taking me into hell.’

You let out a terrified mumble, trying to inch back as disoriented as you were. Your head pounded but at that point you couldn’t care less.

The beast’s hand, sturdy, tried to calm you but you tried to reach up, frantically trying to protect yourself.

Slowly skin began to wrap around the skull, muscle being woven layer by layer. You were gripped with fear, eyes wide. Your chest heaved a mile a minute, horrified as you watched the human face heal around flaming bones. For the first time, you noticed a familiar jacket.

As his face reformed you choked out, “Robbie?”

“Hey, hey, you’re good, breathe.”

He reached behind your head, skin still warm. You started to sit up, his hand leading you.

You winced, hand shakily reaching to touch your bleeding face. The body of your cane made a nice gash. The bleeding had slowed to a trickle, but at the very least you’d need butterfly bandages to keep it closed.

“Can you walk?” Robbie asked, still crouched in front of you.

You eyed your broken cane. Through painful, fearful thoughts, it occurred to you that your pain previous to the blow to the head had worsened. Now your cane was shattered too.

“I can try-“ You said, beginning to push yourself up with shaking limbs. Robbie’s hands were ready to spot you, your weight pushing into the one still resting on your upper back. It didn’t take long for you to fall.

You felt a violent jolt of pain shoot through you, feeling one of your legs buckle before turning to jelly.

You let out a startled, high pitched yelp, preparing to brace your own landing, but you were intercepted by a hand. It snaked under your shoulders, and his other gripped your arm.

“Sorry-“ you said quickly, face burning.

“I’m here, no worries.” He said softly. “No tienes que disculparte, tómalo con calma.” He added.

Hesitantly you leaned into him, still a bit mortified. Accepting help had never been easy- something about vulnerability always seemed to embarrass you. Despite that, it was something you still had to face regularly. Robbie, on the other hand, handled the situation well.

“I’ll get you to my car, you can wait as I clean up this mess.” His said seriously.

After a few stumbles you both made it to his car. It really was a sight to see, black paint glimmering faintly under the white light of the moon.

He opened the passenger side door, guiding you down. You mumbled half-audible thank-you’s and awkward apologies. His responses were gentle acknowledgments and variations of “It’s all good” and “You’re doing fine.” His soothes were comforting.

“Wait here.” he said. Robbie moved to the back of the car. You reached up again to touch the wound on your head and. flinched away from your fingers as they prodded the bruising gash. Robbie returned with a clean rag, some water, and a bit of medical tape. Kneeling in front of you he poured a bit of water onto the rag and handed it to you.

“Dk you know how to clean wounds?” He asked.

You nodded, the events of the night beginning to replay in your head. You were starting to process Robbie’s… flaming skull. Part of you wanted to chalk it up to some concussed, confused delusion, but you couldn’t. The heat, the charred bodies he’d tried to shield from you as he’d helped you up, they were real. They were too real to be anything else.

After a pause you took the rag, your shakiness having worsened. You tried to concentrate on steading your outstretched hand but it wasn’t working.

“Are you cold?” he said quickly, immediately shifting out of his jacket. A tight black t-shirt was revealed underneath.

“No, really, I’m fine, I don’t really know why I’m shaking so much.” You said with a slight, tense laugh, anxiety heightened as your experience hit you. You could feel your throat tighten. His coat was draped around your shoulders. It was a good lot too big, but you pulled it around you, the warmth making you feel safe.

You grabbed the rag. You poured some water on it and put it to your forehead. An audible wince left your mouth.

“It’ll hurt more if you don’t clean it properly.” He handed you the butterfly bandages with little emotion. “I’m gonna grab your bag.”

You stared blankly at him for a moment. Your eyes became faintly glassy.

He soon came back. You had watched him shove the content of your backpack into its rightful place.

He paused, looking at your cane broken on the floor. “You want me to grab this?”

You blinked vacantly. “Uh- No, that’s al- actually sure, I should- I should probably throw it away. No use leaving it here.” You added, the last part quiet.

He half-shrugged before picking your bag and the splintered wood up. Robbie handed you the backpack, which you gripped tightly, and threw the splintered cane in the back. You kept the rag pressed to your head, dabbing it every once in a while. He slammed the back door shut, making you jump. Your heart leapt from the startle.

He looked at you for a moment. “You ok?”

“Hmm? Yeah.” You said blankly, knuckles white as they gripped the bag.

He blinked before moving to the drivers seat. He opened the door, settling in. You watched him check his mirrors.

“Do you have anyone at home who could watch you?” He started, turning on the engine. “I don’t really know how hard you got hit, but I don’t think you’ll need to go to urgent care or anything” He didn’t look at you while he spoke. “Still, you should have someone watch you for a day or so- very least through the night.”

Meanwhile, you were lost in your own head. A distant look glazed your face as you stared at the dashboard. You couldn’t explain what had just happened. You’d heard rumors of course, of some kind of flame-skulled devil roaming at night, beating up anyone who caused trouble, but you’d assumed they were just stories to discourage thieves. But you saw something. The imagery of Robbie’s face slowly, agonizingly sewing itself up from the bone up into the face of your friend’s brother stuck with you. It kept replaying, the memory. You tensed.

“Y/N?”

He sounded like he was miles away.

“Hey, you with me?”

A gentle hand gripped your shoulder. You perked up, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Every time you thought of him, every time you looked at him, all you could think of was the skin and muscle reforming around his bones.

“Sorry?” You choked out, blinking.

“I asked if you had anyone at home to watch you.”

“Watch me?”

He opened his mouth to reply when you interrupted him.

“Oh- Oh you mean for the- for the concussion. Potential concussion? Sorry. No, but I should be fine.” You squinted, a sharp stinging coming from the gash on your head.

“I’ll take you back to my place then. I wasn’t planning on doing much anyhow.”

“No- no it’s fine, really, I don’t want to in-“

“With all due respect I’m not asking. Its not safe for a kid like you to be home alone, not after a hit like that.”

He still didn’t take his eyes off the road. You squirmed slightly, the pain from your head lessening as your usual pain returned.

The car ride felt quiet. You didn’t argue, just sat in awkward discomfort. You had so many questions. The thought of it all overwhelmed you. You could feel your eyelids droop every few minutes but you were still trying to keep yourself awake. Robbie’s jacket was draped around your shoulders. You felt a bit like a little kid kid. The warmth reminded you of falling asleep during car rides as a child and your (dad/mom/parent) carrying you in. Simpler times you thought, pulling the jacket further around you. You really wanted to confront him. Say something. Say anything about whatever you’d just witnessed.

After a bit of driving, you passed by a wall of graffiti. The ghost rider’s face was spray painted across it.

“Do you believe in the devil?” You blurted.

“What?” Robbie hadn’t been expecting the question.

“The devil. A devil. I’ve heard whispers of it around… a devil walking the streets.”

“I haven’t heard anything ab-“

You cut him off. “What happened to the bodies of the people who tried to… assault- rob- whatever- mug me?” You sounded accusatory.

“They’re face-down on the pavement.” He said sharply.

You paused. You couldn’t just be an ass about this- not after he saved you.

“…They looked charred.”

Silence.

Robbie spoke.

“You asked me if I believed in the devil, and I do. I do because there is one inside of me, itching to come out. Constantly. I was supposed to die in the accident that hurt Gabe, but something kept me here. And now he- whatever the hell he is- is in me. The ghost rider kept me alive with the exception that he must get to enact vengeance on whoever he sees fit.”

You dug your nails into your palms.

“I’m not going to lie to you, Y/N.”

Silence.

“I guess I didn’t expect you to tell me truth first try.” You said a bit more lightly.

“I guess I didn’t expect you to believe me.” He responded flatly.

“Does G-“ You started,

He slammed on the breaks, causing you to lurch forward. Before you could bark at him, he interrupted you.

“No. Gabe doesn’t know. And I don’t plan on tellin’ him. I promise you, you don’t want to tell him either.” There was a threat in there, somewhere.

“Jeez- I wasn’t fuckin’ plannin’ on it,” you exclaimed, “…scared the shit out of me…” you added more quietly.

“Your head ok?” His tone switched.

“Yeah.”

The two of you started driving again. Your head still throbbed, but you got the sense that you’d be taken care of. Robbie helped you into the house and got you settled on the couch, diligently waking you every few hours.

In the weeks, months even, following, you greeted Robbie with more warmth. You spent a lot of your time over with Gabe, and seeing the Ghost Rider sneak off every night was hard to keep to yourself. But in the end, you knew that was for the better.

Maybe getting the shit heat out of you wasn’t all that unlucky.

#ghost rider #fanfic #self insert #ghost rider fanfic #robbie reyes #robbie reyes ghost rider #ghost rider fan #self insert fic #imagine #robbie reyes x reader #robbie reyes imagine #robbie reyes fanfic #marvel fanfiction #ghost rider agents of sheild

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Sorry if this has been asked before, but do you know any fics where Aziraphale and/or Crowley are... not white? I see a lot of diversity in terms of their genders, orientations, body types, etc, but not much racial/ethnic diversity at all. Bonus points if the fic actually engages with the culture in question, but honestly I'd settle for anything that doesn't wax poetic about pale skin and blond/red hair. It's even fine if it's just non-white corporations in canon-adjacent fics! Thanks <3

I can’t find many fics with explicitly non-white Aziraphale and/or Crowley, anon. It’s a shame. I have a few for you here, where the fics engage (or do not engage) with race and ethnicity to varying degrees. I hope you find something you like...

Heaven Help Me by AJfanfic (T)

"Were you worried about me?” “I shouldn’t be, but...I don’t like the risks you take, sometimes.” Crowley smiled slowly, “You were. You.”

Crowley gets harassed while high out of his mind, and Aziraphale comes to his rescue. They've got very different ideas of what comes next, but Aziraphale always gets his way.

On the Importance of Names by Trekking (G)

Where do demons go when they die?

Lavender by MagnetoTheMagnificent (NR)

Anathema Device and Sarah Young are a lesbian couple in 1870s London. In order to avoid suspicion, they form an arrangement with bachelors Alva Rolf and Anthony Crowley, who are gay, single, and skeptical of forming new relationships.

Let Me Rest In Your Heart (I Belong Here With You) by bafflinghaze (M)

Crowley thinks he has time and he’s trying to take it slow. But when a new agent from Heaven comes down and monopolises Aziraphale's time—whom Aziraphale seems to like quite a lot—Crowley finds himself lost by the wayside.

Just Before the Christians Rang Their Bells by MagnetoTheMagnificent (NR)

Before the Spanish Inquisition, homosexuality was fairly tolerated and even praised in Islamic and Jewish Spain, known then as Al-Andalus. Jews and Muslims lived in relative tranquility, and were allies. In 1492, Grenada, the last Muslim stronghold in Spain fell, and the Spanish Inquisition expelled all the Jews and Muslims from Spain. We have yet to know the true scale of the lives and culture lost then.

Antonio Carmeli (Crowley) and Israfil al-Malak (Aziraphale) are two lovers who live in these tumultuous times.

Weeping by Sani86 (M)

Anton and Ezra, childhood friends who lost touch, meet again in Johannesburg as young adults, and a lifelong friendship wants to blossom into something more. One white, one brown, both men: everything in their world says they can’t be together.

A Good Omens Human AU, taking place in South Africa during the Apartheid years.

Do our followers know of any other fics with POC Aziraphale or Crowley?

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #poc aziraphale #poc crowley #mod d

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Best Laid Plans

a heart day j. h. s. & birdy something

like real people do ‘verse

pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female OC, her nickname is Birdy. ☺️ She’s the same Birdy from this little thing I wrote back in the fall.

warnings: PG-13 swearings. It’s not hurt/comfort in the physical injury sense, but rather in the mental-emotional sense, and even that is just sorta kinda. Other than that….It’s stupidly soft and sweet?? I think that about covers it???

word count: 1,400ish or thereabouts.

summary: Jake has a sweet and adorable Valentine’s Day date night in mind for he and Birdy. But you know what they say about the best laid plans…

author’s note: I actually wrote this last night, originally for the eyes of a precious friend only….but then it sat lurking in my brain all day today, and I’m most pleased with and proud of it and maybe it’ll bring somebody else a little joy too so….here it is. 🥹🫣💞 It takes place in the same ‘universe’ (which I have dubbed Like Real People Do because it’s my favorite Hozier song and also it because said song feels so perfectly right for them.🥹🥰) as the above-mentioned thing I wrote this past fall, only it’s later on down the line for Jake and Birdy. They’ve done the Best Friends To Lovers Upgrade™️ by now. 😉🤭♥️ It is absolutely my intention to write out their story from the beginning, and I have so much of that story already simmering on the stovetop of my brain it’s silly no seriously please somebody anybody can you come and ask me about it sometime and it would make my whole life to yell happily about it with you but until such time as I have more details plotted out and am actually inspired to actually write it from the beginning: I’m gonna just take what inspiration I get and write these two adorables from wherever on their timeline I feel I wanna in the moment.

bonus material: This song is where the lyrics quoted in the mood board come from, and it’s one I’ve loved for a long time. 💞 It’s also on my in-progress playlist for Jay and Birdy. 🥰

tagging: My Katherine @whisperofsong (it’s her with whom initially shared this last night ☺️) and My Bee @bradshawsbaby and My Sunshine @hangmanbrainrot because….because! 😍🥰♥️♥️‼️ Because I wanna!!! And also because they are unspeakably dear friends to me, who always, always, a l w a y s have the most kind and encouraging words and love and support for my silly wordsmithery. 🥹😘♥️♥️♥️

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Birdy isn’t somebody who needs or desires big, over-extravagant romantic gestures. She’s a gentle, easygoing, sweet, and introverted soul. Her favorite place to be is with Jake, she loves him and time spent in his company is the most she asks, on Valentine’s Day or any day.

Jake understands that. Once upon a time, his ego may have told him it was necessary to do it up big for the woman (if any) he was with on Heart Day, to show up and show off and pull out as many stops as possible because how else was that woman going to know what he’s capable of if he wasn’t advertising the biggest and best possible version of himself at all times. And once upon a time, at that phase in his life, he would’ve believed his ego. But now, he knows better. He’s matured and he’s grown and he’s learned, and Birdy, their friendship and their love has been much of the impetus behind this learning and growth and maturation.

So, come their first Valentine’s Day together, he’s got his sweet little plans and not to shine his own shoes, but he’s pretty damn confident that they’re going to be just what’ll make her happiest. Her favorite tiny, old, hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant miraculously does UberEats, so that’ll be dinner taken care of. He’s going to stop by a florist on his way to her house and pick up a bouquet of white and yellow daisies because he knows there’s no flower she loves more. They’ll eat together and talk, he’ll hold her close and his fingers entwined with hers and kiss her sweet mouth and get to hear her laugh (which is up there near the top on the list of Jake Seresin’s Favorite Sounds, among other notables such as the roar of F/A-18 engines and kickoff at a UT Austin football game) and it’ll be a good night. She’ll be happy and he’ll be happy.

But the US Navy? The US Navy has different plans entirely. Unexpected, surprise plans that brutally and efficiently, through one thing happening, then another, and another, and you guessed it: still more things happening, ruin Jake’s plans for his Valentine’s night with Birdy. Leaves him trudging through her front door abysmally late in the evening, pissed off, exhausted, still clad in his flight suit, and smelling of jet fuel, sweat, and hot, dirty tarmac.

He’s not happy. Today was NOT meant to go this way.

Nonetheless, there’s his lady to greet him; rising to stand from her beloved oversized leather armchair in the living room while he bends to untie and toe off his boots by the welcome mat. Baloo is curled up on his bed next to her chair but he lifts his dark head and thumps his tail a few times, excited and pleased to see Jake.

“Stay, Loo.” Birdy murmurs to the dog and he obeys. Albeit with a soft whine of protest. “I know you wanna, but you can say hi in a second. I get to first.” Jake grins the tiniest grin to himself.

The Navyman straightens fully and the anxious and angry tightness in his chest eases a bit because his best friend in the world is looking at him, seeing him, and her eyes are soft and sparkling and safe and *home*.

“Hey, Flyboy.” her voice is a warm hum.

Jake reaches out for her and she doesn’t resist the way he hauls them together so their chests touch and his arms cage her in. He sighs deeply, in and out. “Hi, Little Bird.”

“How was your day?”

“Kinda shit.”

Birdy reaches up to take Jake’s cheeks in her hands, thumbs sweeping his cheek bones. Her brow is scrunched up, a sympathetic frown playing with her lips. “Yeah?”

He sighs again. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry. Welcome home. I love you.”

Each of the woman’s statements are punctuated, emphasized, by a gentle kiss pressed to a different part of his face; right cheek, left cheek, then finally his mouth.

In tasting her lips, honeyed and soft, the pilot lets his shoulders start to release some of their tension. Neither of them hurry the moment, neither of them want to.

When he must break away for air, Jake rests his forehead to Birdy’s at first. “I love you.”

Those three words feel so right to say to her. They always have, even when it scared the hell out of him to say them. It doesn’t now though.

“Okay, Loo Buddy, you can come and say hi now.” Birdy’s twisting in his arms slightly to call the big black lab over to where they stand. Baloo needs no second invitation. He rises immediately and is by their side in seconds, whole body wriggling with happiness. Jake bends to give him plenty of pets and murmured verbal affection, while keeping one hand gripping Birdy’s hip loosely.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” she tells him, leaning close and kissing the only part of him her mouth can reasonably reach, his shoulder.

When he straightens once more, Jake’s gaze catches on two things on the kitchen table, over the woman in front of him. A paper bag with the UberEats logo on the front, and a bouquet of white and yellow daisies.

His heart sinks.

His face must fall too because Birdy’s sweet smile falters. “What?”

Jake jerks his chin in the direction of the table.

“That’s dinner. From Morelli’s.” she explains.

Of course she ordered that. He’d smirk in satisfaction at how well he knows her but the bitterness of disappointment in himself tastes too strong on his tongue.

“The flowers?”

Birdy grins. “My Daddy sent ‘em.”

She thinks her father’s gesture is cute and funny and sweet but Jake just nods. His green eyes drop from hers. She misses them instantly.

“Hey…Jay…” she squeezes his arms and ducks her head to try and meet his eyeline as it wanders. “What’s up?”

Jake closes his eyes. It’s not like he’s going to cry, hell no, but they still burn a little. He’s just wore out and pissed at his day and he hates that he couldn’t be the one to show Birdy he loves her with dinner and flowers.

“I…” he swallows and makes himself look in her eyes, grasping for that peaceful home feeling of them again. “I was gonna get’ya dinner. And flowers. That’s…that’s *my* job.”

“Your job?” she blinks at him.

He nods in affirmation. “It’s Valentine’s Day, y’know?” He shrugs.

Birdy’s expression melts into one of impossible tenderness, but there’s a steely seriousness lurking underneath. “Jake,” she breathes out. “Look at me, please?” He’d been studying some loose threads in the collar of her shirt, now he obeys her request. “You did your job already. You worked, hard, all day. You flew planes and kicked ass, damn, I mean, you had shit thrown at you that I can’t possibly imagine being able to handle, let alone, y’know, actually handling it. And now,” she cups his cheeks in her hands once again, “here you are, with me. How can I ask for more? Today or any day?” She drops her hands to his shoulders, squeezing them lightly. “You’re enough.” She’s smiling, her beautiful eyes bright and gaze unwavering, but the wrinkle between her brows betrays the depth of the feeling behind her words.

That tightness in his chest Jake had registered earlier, it’s no longer that of frustration or nerves fried to their last ending. Now that taut ache is one of overwhelming fondness, love and gratitude felt for the woman in his arms, on a level unmatched before he met and fell for her.

His wide, warm palms now lift to cradle her face and he moves in to capture her mouth with his own. The kiss is slow, gentle. Words, emotions from the depths of Jake’s heart are poured into it, unspoken, and he relishes being able to trust that she’s hearing them, understanding them.

Even so, Birdy deserves thing spoken out too. “Thank you, Darlin’.” His warm breath sweeps across the skin of her forehead, once they’ve broken apart, as the words leave his throat. Quiet, low, and ever-so-slightly husky.

She leaves one open-mouth kiss on his jaw, gooseflesh rolling over him in its wake. “Always, Seresin. Always.”

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Jake Seresin knows that saying about the best laid plans of mice and men, and he’s not about to deny that his day today was a prime example of the truth of that saying….but 12 minutes later, when he and Birdy are seated at the table, eating and talking, and some stupid silly thing he says makes her laugh; eyes squeezing shut and her head thrown back…when that glorious, one-of-his-most-favorite-of-all-sounds rings out…….his plans never mattered much anyway. This does though. She does. With her: Happy Valentine’s Day is damn straight

#Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin #Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader #Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin Imagine #Hangman x Reader #Top Gun Maverick Fanfic #I Wrote This #Sometimes I Art #💗Like Real People Do💗#*sets this down gingerly*#*rocks awkwardly back and forth on the balls of my feet for a second*#You like?? I hope so!! ‘Cause I like. 🫣🥹🫣#♥️💗💞😘‼️

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