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missdaytonawrites · 8 months

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liar • a. anderson

summary - manny and abby find you alone one night and take you back to the stadium, abby does everything in her power to swallow her feelings about you. even if it means pushing boundaries and lying. (enemies 2 lovers w/ abby's mean ass.)

WC - 4k

cw/tw - 18+ MDNI, post!outbreak abby, mean!abby, afab!reader, talk of guns and infected, seriously abby's unreasonably bitchy, talk of alcohol, abby cannot tell the truth to save her life, dom/sub dynamics, hurt/comfort kinda??? fingering (r! receiving) getting caught (if u squint girl, not really) apologetic!abby. slightly, every-so-barely, for a literal split-second... sub!abs, (mainly sub!r tho..) spitting, tribbing ooooh, abby smokes cigarettes, so does r! apparently, little bit of fluff, i kinda hate the ending?? maybe a pt. II to this will happen idk don't ask lol.

A/N - ..heeey people... here it is!!! i recently (like two days ago recently) gained a pretty serious injury on my pinky toe and i've been literally bed-ridden so i had no choice but to get this out. i love this song, i've heard this song live, this song is so request-this-is-based-on coded so!!!! (*edit* nonnie if u see this i hope u love it mwah) i kid you not i started writing this on the two-hour drive home from the paramore concert and i've just now finished it. i'm super personally proud of this and i will say -- YOU 100% HAVE GOT TO, LISTEN TO THE SONG WHEN YOU READ. with most of my other fics, it's really optional but for this?/!:?):!; put headphones in, turn this song on loop, AND THEN READ!!! it will completely enhance the fic. thanks 4 readin as always, love you crazy bitches.

"love is not an easy thing to admit, but i'm not ashamed of it."

this was fucking gross, the dirt was cold and wet. bordering on mud status and now seeping into the cloth of your shorts & t-shirt as you lay into the earth. you were tired and just needed some rest before you continued on. the old abandoned house you had been using as shelter became over-ran with some infected while you were out one day. so it was back to the forest floor for now.

gross, cold, and wet. the way she had found you, curled up and fast asleep on the ground, she almost wished that she felt bad. she didn’t though, instead for a split second she forgot manny had been following behind her as she took the barrel of her gun to press into the side of your face. she pressed in a little harder and you shot awake at the feeling of something touching your teeth through your cheek. your eyes fly open and they’re met with two shadowy figures above you.

one is a lot larger than the other, the one who had been poking you with the gun crouched down to get a better look at you. through her inspection, manny could be heard behind her muttering something about “we can’t just leave her here, abs.” abby didn’t really care for what he was saying, instead she was silently cursing herself for the emotion that began to crowd her train of thought. abby had toughened herself up enough so these sorts of things wouldn’t happen. she, or the rest of the WLF couldn't afford any emotional attachments. abby didn't need to be going out and developing crushes on sleeping beauties in the woods. yet here she was…

maybe that's why she grew to detest you so severely. treating you so harshly so her mask didn't slip, it was the only way for her. especially the night they found you. she couldn’t even begin to fathom how badly she wanted to just grab you up, take you back to clean you off and keep you safe with the rest of them. instead, she shook you (and manny’s new found excitement, like they found a stray puppy) off, pulling her gun away from your face and stepping about eight feet far from you to speak with manny.

it was back and forth the entire time, manny weighing in all the pros while abby lays out all the cons. true childish banter begins to ensue and abby begrudgingly agrees to bring you back with manny, claiming he’ll “deal with any consequences.” they walk back over to where you lay, awake and pissed. you had just started to fall asleep for fucks sake, “look, you’re coming with us. don't argue and just be grateful that it's we who ran across your ass and not some raider." abby sighs then pinches the bridge of her nose, you would like to argue but the darker haired one looks rather excited for you to be coming, so you bite your tongue for now.

it had been six months since that night… six months of falling in love with your new life at the stadium, six months of manny becoming the closest friend you’ve ever known, six months of training.. six months of a total cold shoulder from abby. you didn't even know if you could call it that, lord knows she never spared her snarky comments towards you at dinner or when the two of you got paired together on runs. always saying something about how you never do anything right, then carrying on while she tells you all the reasons they should've just left you there in the forest to rot.

you take on each day with your head high, trying not to let abby bother you. even if you couldnt seem to crack her fucking issue with you, reminding yourself that everyone else enjoys you and is glad you joined them. especially manny, he was a great pal, always sitting with you at dinner and reading with you. one night he had pulled you out of your book and talked you into having a drink with him, so you did. the two of you passed the bottle back and forth all night, intoxicating yourself enough to blab about abby.

“i just don’t fuckin’ get it, i guess.” taking another swig, you chuckle and hand manny the bottle back. “maybe i just see myself differently than she does.” he looks like he’s thinking and before he can say anything you start again, “does she talk about me? i mean, have i done anything to her that i’m just oblivious to?” manny doesn't say anything, just throws back whatever is left in the whiskey bottle and looks at you sympathetically.

“she doesn't really talk to anyone about things like that, maybe you did.. nobody will ever know.” you sigh and cross your legs. you and manny enjoy the silence for awhile before there’s some shuffling to the side of you two and then just like magic, there’s abby. rearing her mean little head like she heard you twos conversation. much to your chagrin, she did and as she takes her seat next to manny she whacks his shoulder and grumbles something along the lines of “couldn't save any for me..?”

abby's presence captures all of manny's attention while she talks him into going to grab another bottle, you sit uncomfortably and slightly tipsy as she finally convinces him. he gives you a little salute before heading off, leaving you and abby alone. you feel the liquor drop like an anchor in your stomach and your eyelids become heavy, you suddenly aren't sure how much longer you wanna stay.. where did she come from? if she was listening, why? you could have sworn manny said everyone else was out for the night..?

you’re so deep in thought that you don't notice abby has moved closer to you, and has been slowly muttering in your ear this whole time. it isn’t until she is literally snapping her fingers in front of your face, that you pull yourself out of your trance. when you turn to look her in the eyes, you notice just how close she had gotten. taking a sharp breath she starts again, even slower this time, like you wouldn't understand if she were to say it any faster. “i don’t see you differently, i see you for what the fuck you are… n’ i can’t say i’m the biggest fan”

you swallow and feel as if you’ve shrunk beneath her very gaze, “keep my fucking name out of your mouth, got it?” subconsciously scooting away from her, you nod quickly and avert your gaze. she snaps again, and your eyes shoot back to hers. “say it. tell me that you got it through your goddamn head,” and she moves closer. “now!” you squeak out a shaky “got it!” before standing and making your exit. on your leave, you can hear abby laugh at the situation from down the hall.

she has never taken something that far before? you can’t even recall a time she’s been that close to you before. guilt starts to float around you like a cloud above your head. you cannot believe you let her bother you so much that you left without saying a “good night.” or “thank you!” to manny.

flopping face-down on your cot, you conjure an idea; you rummage through all of your belongings to find some pen and paper. you write manny an explanatory note and let him know a little about what happened.

finishing up your letter, you can faintly hear him and abby laughing from your room.

“ah, abs.. you’ll have to get over yourself and tell her eventually.” he sighs and you can hear abby hiss at the thought. “nah man, i’ve already-” and then you remember how shes made you feel before, you decide you’re done eavesdropping and suddenly decide to no longer give manny the piece of paper you had been writing him. crumpling the note, you throw it at the wall and lay down to read.

an entire two weeks pass, you can confidently say you’ve not once thought about abby. her lack of kindness fails to phase you as the days pass. you’ve stopped eating with the group, opting for meals in your room instead. you’ve only really talked with manny only enough to ensure you and abby aren't partnered up for anything. it was smooth sailing for another two weeks, a whole fucking month passes and you cannot believe she’s really left you alone. you honestly didn't think she was capable, but alas, she hadn't even barely looked your way. you can’t help but let your mind race before you sleep about why? was she respecting your request? had manny scolded her? you remembered what manny had told you and settled with the fact that you’d never know.

one night, as you make your bed and pack your bag for the week, there's a quick rasp of knuckles on your door. “heeeeey! i know you’re in here, let me in.” manny, and he sounded drunk. unlocking the door and rolling your eyes, he stumbles in and flops down on your freshly made cot. “we have got to taaaalk..” he hiccups and rolls over to face you, “i need to know, please-” burping and then bursting out in laughter he rubs his eyes and sits up. “what reeealllyy happened that ni-ght.” you didn't think you could roll your eyes back any further than they did at that very moment, practically dismissing him you say: “i don't know what you’re talking about, what night?” burping, he looks at you like you’ve lost it, “c’mon, don't do that. i just want to know if she's telling me the truth…”

in that moment, your head whips around and you’re sure your eyes bugged out of your head. “the truth? what did she say happened?” manny matches the shocked expression on your face for a split second and then erupts in laughter, you worry for what he’s about to say. “look, don’t let this- this, don't tell her i said this.” swallowing and moving closer to him, you sit on the cot with manny while he tells you this extravagant story all about what “happened” that night.

apparently, that night, you told abby to her face that you thought she had a problem with you. apparently, on that same night you also caught an attitude with abby and got in her face. apparently, you stormed off in a drunken rage after allegedly jumping all over her case.

furious, you were so fucking mad. there were simply no words in the goddamned english dictionary to fathom how angry you were with her. she lied! right through her teeth! to manny of all people! about you! there was no holding back anymore, returning to the moment, you spare no gory details as you tell manny what really happened. to say the least? he wasnt very happy, you told him you were scared of her and didnt say anything sooner because you swore to “keep her fucking name out of your mouth.”

the conversation sobered manny up enough for him to apologize on abby's behalf and then exit rather quickly, leaving you to go to bed. you just can’t justify falling asleep, though. not until you make a plan, to your knowledge abby has no reason to be treating you the way she is; the only thing to do now is talk to her. you can be civil, at this point you just need to know why. so in a futile attempt to sleep, you rehearse with yourself what you’re going to say to abby tomorrow.

you wake up to bright sun, bam, right there in your eyes. you practically hiss and you turn away from your window, regaining your vision when your senses are flooded with an overwhelming scent of pine… you thought you were having a stroke, so you sit up and take in your surroundings. upon further inspection, and the realization that you’re definitely not having a stroke, you look around your space and low and behold..

there’s abby. hair falling loosely about her shoulders, still in her pajamas, sitting there just as annoying as the sun. you see her and glare, the tone of your morning immediately shifts and you turn away from her the same way you did with the morning light. grumbling something at her about how she needs to leave and how you two would do this later. you thought your point had been made until she grabs your arm and stops you from laying back down.

“look, i seriously can’t do this anymore.” she pulls you hard enough that you’re sitting up again. “i feel so fucking guilty, i don’t think i could even put it into words.” you almost laugh in her face, actually. “can’t do what anymore, abby? walk around and spew nothing but hate for me?” you realize how close she is and you reach out to shove her. putting some distance between the two of you, she opens her mouth to speak again but you interrupt her. “is it the whole lying to manny thing that made the guilt finally kick in, anderson?”

she returns to her spot in the chair on the far side of your room and sits, she chews her cheek while you rub your eyes. “don’t got anything to say now, huh?” she looks at you like she wants you to finish.. so you do. “i told you to go away, abby. we could’ve handled this later.” she stands up and walks over, sitting and occupying the empty space on your mattress next to you.

“i can’t keep living like this. fuck, fuck!” she shouts and stands, wiping her hands on her forehead. “i don’t know how to do this, and you aren't making it any easier.” you are genuinely astonished, in utter disbelief that she’s the angry one and that you’re gonna have to spell this out for her. “how about sorry? maybe go tell manny yourself that you are a fucking liar?!”

in that very moment, smoke might as well of blown out of her ears like a damn cartoon, “yeah. a liar.” she huffs and sits again. “lied to manny, lied about wanting you to keep my name out of your mouth.. lied about hating you.”

your jaw dropped, mouth literally hanging open as she continues, “i don’t know why, there’s no excuse. i am so fucking sorry.” she moves closer to you and puts her hand on your arm, gentler this time. “i haven’t said this to anyone in years, but i think i love you.” gazing down to her hand on you, then back up to her eyes you swallow the lump sitting in your throat. you don’t know what to say.

“abby, i,” you sigh and chew your lip, “i wish i knew what to say, this is all-” and then her hand moves up, silencing you when her thumb swipes over the expanse of your lips and then rests at the corner of your mouth. she leans into you and offers you two more words, “don’t talk..” then closes the gap between you two.

your lips are like heaven, everything she could have ever wanted. every night when she would fall asleep dreaming of them, this is it and more. she feels like she is fucking floating. she doesn't know what to do with her hands; they tangle in your hair, slide and touch your arms and then come up to cup your cheeks while she pushes into you impossibly further.

she breaks the kiss every now and then to mutter an “i’m sorry.. m’so so sorry, baby.” pulling away completely to admire you. she’s panting so heavily as she goes to pull your tank top up and off, immediately ducking down to take a nipple into her mouth. the cool air of your room hits you, head rolling back and around when you peer down at her, she locks eyes with you. pulling off you with a pop, she comes back up to kiss you again. except this time, its not a makeout, just short desperate pecks all over your face while she hurries to get your shorts off of you.

you help her out and shimmy out of them, completely bare, you fall back on your elbows and spread your legs for her. she lets out a low whistle and shakes her head, chuckling as she whispers, “goddamn foolish to deny myself of this..” bringing her middle and ring finger to rub circles around you.

she moves them down and pushes the two into you, twisting and curling them against your walls. you gasp and drop your head again, hands balling up into fists. abby notices your open mouth and kisses you again, pushing her tounge into your mouth and really fucking kisses you. her free hand rolls your nipple and then wraps in your hair, exposing your neck for her to suck and bite. “pussy’s so good..” whispering against your neck, fingers still fucking you while crude sounds bounce and echo off your walls.

she pulls her fingers out and hovers them over your clit. she looks down at your dripping center, wets her lips, and then looks back at you. “may i?” she asks and brings her fingers to her mouth to taste. her eyes knock to the back of her head and she brings her fingers down to rub you some more, “god, please let me, baby”

while you barely manage to moan out a response abby has already wondrously found her way down to your core, latching herself to your clit. she groans into you while your hips instinctively buck into her mouth. as if the sensation of her devouring you wasn't enough, her fingers plunge into you. writhing beneath her, your hands find a home in abby’s hair; and if her head weren’t literally between your legs, you would have stopped to comment on how soft her blonde locks are.

abby continues to fuck you with her fingers when all of the sudden, her mouth is pulling off of your pussy and delving into your lips yet again. the contact has you whimpering and an unfamiliar heat sizzles in your lower belly. you pull away from the kiss in attempts to speak, but to no avail as she simply just follows you back and keeps kissing you. “don’t run from it, baby.. don’t run from me.” she pulls away from your face and drives her fingers into you, fast and mean and determined.

your breathing quickens and you’re suddenly so much more aware of the way she's leaning over you, the darkness in her eyes, the way she’s heaving as she watches your body react to her touch. you’re close, so, so indescribably close to the edge; just about to explode beneath her when.. knock knock knock!

“abs?! you guys in there?” manny, banging on your door to innocently check the status of you two’s “making up.” abby’s eyes flicker down to yours and her free hand flys to her own lips, pressing a single finger to them, hushing you. “i got this, stay quiet.” she whispers and gives you a peck then clears her throat. “yeah man! we’re all good, just talkin’!” she shouts at him, never once slowing her pace while your orgasm just bubbles within you.

manny laughs, “cool, cool. just wanted to make sure you aren't like.. murdering her or anything.” abby laughs this time, murdering something else for sure, and lets him know you two will be out soon enough. you hear his footsteps trail off, and without a second to think, abby’s kissing you again. you whine against her lips and she coos, practically begging you to cum on her fingers.

“let go, give it to me baby, please.” your legs spasm and she chuckles, bringing her thumb to your clit as you gush onto her fingers. hips circling and following the movements of her thumb while you ride it out, abby watches in amazement. she removes her fingers from you as you come down, and makes quick work of her own bottoms. discarding them on the floor, she grabs one of your legs for leverage and swings one of her own over your torso. positioning her pussy right over your own, she trails a line of kisses down your calf and to your knee. resting her forehead against your leg and huffing when she finally grinds down into you.

your mouth falls agape, and you reach to touch her; any of her. her arms, her hips, her chest. gasping while she bites the meaty part of your calf, you buck into her and she throws her head back at the increased friction.

“such a good girl, y’know that..? so fucking good..” her hips rut back and forth and sweat drips from her forehead and runs down your leg. looking down at where the two of you connect, abby spits on to the both of you and fucks you harder. she’s the one to whine this time, so fucking pent up from living with you for fucking months and not already doing this. guilt starts to grow heavy in her stomach again and she whimpers then kisses your ankle, folding your leg to rest against her shoulder. she looks down at you and cups you face, clit still rubbing against you. “m’sorry.. fuck.” she grips your face harder and her pace quickens, incoherently mumbling out apologies and you feel your second orgasm start to swirl.

you shush at her and move your own hips quicker to keep up, “no, no abby, please..” she throws her head back again and her hands move to grope at your tits, you look up at her with forgiving eyes. nodding, as if to telepathically tell her that it's okay. that you want this and that you forgive her, she nods back and groans as loud as you’ve ever heard. you lightly tap her bicep and bring her back to the moment. whimpering, “gonna cum again, abs, please..”

she breathes and nods her head again, “m’almost there baby, almost..” sniffling, she really pushes down into you and her hips falter just slightly. “want you to cum with me, ‘kay?” she keeps fucking herself against you and you tremble, trying to move with her but you’re too lost in pleasure.

she winces and bucks her hips criminally fast; ushering you, and herself, to finally let go. she pants and sweats above you, her own orgasm crashing into her while you cling to her for dear life. pathetically writhing into her as you begin to unravel yourself. melting back into the bed sheets as she rides the both of you through your highs. her hips begin to slow and she’s kissing up and down your leg again. nudging her nose against your thigh, with a finalizing and triumphant breath.

you slowly creep back into reality and feel abby's weight shift off and away from you, just barely noticing her shimmy her shorts back up. she wobbles out of the room and returns with a damp towel, wiping the two of you down. she lets you lay and rest while she digs in her shorts pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, she takes one out and lights it, and then crawls into bed with you.

she tucks you under her arm and wraps your blanket around you both, taking a long drag from her smoke and flicking the ash somewhere to her side. exhaling and turning the cigarette towards you, she slides the filter between your lips and lets you get a good pull.

it stays this way for a while, quiet and still. wrapped up in eachother, you two finish the smoke together and she puts it out right on your concrete floor. she pulls you in even closer and kisses your head. you sigh and close your eyes, saying it back for the first time, “i love you too, abby.”

jeeeeez, editing this was sooo headache-flavored. anyway! happy reading! wish me a decent recovery, and also?? lmk if you guys want a more in-depth story behind my fucked-up toe or pictures for that matter lol!!!

#abby anderson #the last of us fanfiction #sapphic #tlou fic #abby anderson smut #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby x reader #abby anderson fic #abby anderson angst #tlou fandom #tlou 2 smut #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson imagine #abby the last of us #abby x you

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thesharktanksdriver · 10 months

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Weaving threads of friendship (mostly platonic)

Refer to this post.

As the people requested, Hobie’s partner meeting Miles.

This one is significantly shorter than my last one partially cause I think this is pretty straightforward

From the moment Miles Morales heard of Hobie brown he didn’t know exactly how to feel about him

It happened in passing as he and Gwen had swung through the city

The first time since the collider incident that he had seen her, months of wondering if she was fine

If she and the others had made it back safe

And now as they go around city just like he had hoped if she mentions him

He couldn’t help but feel a twang of panic

Feelings he’s harboured for the blond that had been simmering for a long while coming to a bubbling uproar

Didn’t help as he pushed the subject and got in response that she had apparently been living with him

An ugly seed of envy sprouts it’s way into his gut at that

He can’t help but feel ashamed of it

This was Gwen, of course she found someone. She was the coolest person he knows

Someone who could do ballet while fighting villains

Plus was apart of some kickass band in her dimension

He honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if she was selling out stadiums

And if she wasn’t currently, then he fully expected that for her future

He should feel happy that she found someone

Happy that she was in a good place

Yet it’s hard to ignore that sprouting envy as his emotions are already high enough as it is when seeing her again

It doesn’t help when he meets Hobie though

Having a moment to prove himself and then suddenly having it quite literally dashed open

With a guitar no less

Doesn’t help that he was cool as hell

The studded black leather vest

Spike Mohawk

Doc Martin boots

British accent

Silver gleaming piercings

Miles knew he couldn’t compare to him

And by god did it hurt

From the moment Hobie saw miles he knew knew he’d like the accidental Spider-Man

It might be due to the fact that Miguel did NOT want him apart of the Spider regime

On the fact that him being Spider-Man went against canon

But it also had to do with the fact that he recognized how he looked at Gwen

It’s how Hobie looked at you

Sure, he couldn’t see under the mask but it was very glaringly obvious to Brit

That was the gaze of someone who was in a deep passionate love

Something akin to fizzling fireworks that popped off in the night

Pop rocks exploding on your tongue on a humid day

Sappy romantic shite that he once never thought he’d think of

Until he rapidly found himself staring at you with that same expression

It makes him chuckle a bit thinking back

How glaringly obvious he was with his feelings yet you couldn’t accept the signs

Not until he told you face to face

Good times

With that look he also sees a slight sadness with it as well

Miles occasionally glancing at him and then back to Gwen

The slight bitter taste Miles held in his voice when addressing him

But what…oh

That realization almost makes Hobie burst out in laughter

Poor lad is probably running circles in his head for nothing

He’s definitely gonna have to tell him

One the tour of the HQ Hobie lingers close by to the newbie

Hands on his pockets as Jessica leads to way to Miguel’s sulking area

With the lame and inconveniently slow office floor elevator

A perfect example of capitalism

He pulls Miles aside with an arm around his shoulder, making Mikes give a noise of complaint

Until Hobie pulled out a Polaroid from an inner pocket of his vest

In it was Hobie with another person

Both staring up at the camera as he gave them a kiss

Miles looks to him in confusion

“I thought you and-“

“Gwenivere? Nah mate. S’ just crashin at my place cause home ain’t the best for her right now.”

“And that’s?”

“Yeah, my partner in crime so to say. Should meet them sometime, they’d like ya”

“Really?”

“Gwen won’t stop talking bout you.”

Hobie stifles a laugh at Miles’s face

The look of surprise and Fluster washing over the young lad as he shoots a glance at Gwen

Who all the while remained obvious to his stare as he directs it to the ground once more

Hobie grabs a new piece of tech as he does this

Pocketing it as he did with many other nick-knacks he’d found and swiped

To be fair, if it’s not nailed to the ground real nice then it’s free territory for grabbing

Or well…that’s what he tells others anyways

The piles of scrap pilled up in both his home and your room is a testament to that

As was the prototypes of his own dimension hoping bracelet

When you met Miles you couldn’t help but be extremely excited as the young Spider-Man sat down on Hobie’s worn and old ripped leather couch

Gwen often talked of him

So now seeing him in person is a extremely fun experience especially since he’s awkward in a way that reminds you of your past self

Conversation starts off slow at first

Stuff mostly revolving around his universe

What he liked

Etcetera Etcetera

But what really gets talk happening is when he brings up drawing

In a life in which your surrounded by musically artistic people it’s nice to have someone with a new passion

So it’s safe to say he quickly ends up showing you his sketchbook

Carefully showing you pages of graffiti tags

Mural ideas

And a few that had Gwen that he quickly flipped to a different page

You don’t comment on it but your grin alone tells him what he needs to hear

Speaking of which, Gwen is ecstatic that you get to meet Miles

She would not spot talking about it even before the whole “don’t tell mikes about the spider society” situation happened and was figured out

You definitely tease her a bit about it

And Miles as well

Buts it’s all in good nature

Miles finds you to be down to earth and Hobie’s translator of sorts

He doesn’t at all get British slang or can understand what Hobie is talking about so you help with that

Using an phrases and metaphors work better for his American understanding

He thanks whatever god there is for that cause sometimes he swears Hobie is making up shit just to confuse him

If you show him all the handmade gifts Hobie has made for you he gets a lot of creative inspiration

Especially since he’s always willing to step out of his normal medium

Show him how to make his own custom pins and he’ll return later with at least 15 plus a couple for you and Hobie

Their also really well drawn as well

So it’s a win win for everyone

At some point you secretly ask him to make some potential album cover art for Hobie and he is fucking ecstatic

He’s never done something like that before so he takes to trying it very seriously

Experimenting with styles

Trying new techniques

Eventually he settles down on a mix of graffiti and collage of news paper clippings

Cause apparently to him you both look as if your straight from newspaper clippings mashed together

Gwen can attest to this as well

Hobie ends up fucking loving it

And Gwen, Miles and Pavitr have to deal with the punk being all lovey dovey to you in a way they had never imagined Hobie to be

He’s peppering your face with kisses and swinging you around in a hug

You let out a small yell as he tosses you up and catches you

It’s honestly really sweet

“How did I once find him intimidating?”

“Eh, it’s not much of a surprise to me. You’d be surprised to find out how many Punk people are actually really sweet”

“I think it’s also cause you thought he was dating g-“

He eventually puts you down and pulls them into a hug

That quickly turns into him aggressively messing up their hair

“I take what I said back”

“Hey! Don’t mess with the hair! My beautiful natural hair!”

“Why am I even surprised anymore?”

Safe to say miles has become a new vital part of this group

And you wouldn’t have it any other way

#hobie brown x reader #across the spiderverse x reader #into the spiderverse x reader #atsv x reader #miles morales x reader

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kikarouflames · 5 months

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Aot Fandom and Ableism:

For the past month, I have seen a lot of people hate and make fun of Levi for his disability. And some fans stating they don't like him anymore and thinks he is unattractive now that he has scars and needs a wheelchair. First of all, people who think this way, saying "it's just a personal opinion". No,its not. It's your sick ableism.

Thinking Levi is any less than he was before just because he is disabled, thinking he is in any way pathetic now that he can't function the way he used to IS ABLEISM.

Levi's disability doesn't make him any lesser of a man nor does it make him pathetic. Levi has sacrificed literally everything including his physical abilities, which is more noble and greater than anything. He is definitely not upset about being disabled now, he would give anything and everything for humanity. He must have many problems come his way now that he has lost and sacrificed so much, yes, he isn't that strong anymore. But he still as great of a man he ever was.

Does he has difficulty maneuvering on daily basis? Yes. But does it make him in any way less greater than he was before? Absolutely NOT.

Also, you are not only making fun of Levi or hating on him, you're basically hating on every person who has lost or sacrificed thier physical and emotional capabilities. You are literally hating people who had no control over what they were not born with or has lost/sacrificed in any way. Being physically, mentally or emotionally challenged and disabled doesn't make anyone any less of a human.

Yes, Levi did not deserve to be disabled, he is a very kind hearted person, most selfless, a genuine hero, life isn't fair, war is merciless, it takes and takes and gives nothing, this brutal realism is what aot has always depicted. All those people who are disabled didn't deserve it either, that doesn't mean they are any less. He is still all those things even now that he is disabled, and even more, those physical, emotional and mental losses he has faced is a proof of his determination and inherent drive to save humanity.

The only one that should be ashamed are ableists. Levi's loss of capabilities isn't something to be shamed but something to be proud of. He is a hero in every way. He deserves respect, admiration, and love.

I saw a post on pinterest long ago making fun of Levi's fangirls saying something along the lines "have fun pushing his wheelchair instead", apparently it was a way of saying he is unattractive or doesn't have an appeal because he is old and disabled, it wasn't the first post or person I saw saying this. Well, I don't mind pushing his wheelchair or taking care of him at all, it would be an honor to be granted such an opportunity and position of his caretaker, he was humanity's greater soldier. He is still the great man he ever was. And don't say "it's a joke", "Don't be a snowflake". It's ableist people like these that makes living and believing in ones self as a challenged individual, in any way, be it physical, mental or emotional, so hard.

I am a able-bodied person, but I have some friends who aren't, and Ableism is truly an ugly thing, my friends' experiences with it was horrible. I had to speak up on it.

For all the ableist or covert ableist out there, the only one who is any less of a human and should be ashamed is YOU, for being cold enough to think disabilities are pathetic or makes anyone any less for having it.

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot #levi aot #levi attack on titan #levi #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan levi #captain levi #aot fandom #snk levi #levi snk #ableism #ableist #fuck ableists #kikarou is thinking

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lakesbian · 2 months

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“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I said. “Even if we were warned, we wouldn’t last long.” I leaned close, close enough to whisper in his ear. “But some of us would last a while, you little creep. Long enough to make sure that your parents … well, use your imagination.” He stepped back, drew back his fist, and swung on me. I dodged the blow. I grabbed his head with one arm and jammed the fork against his ear. I fought a nauseating urge to twist the fork, to make him scream in pain.

What had I just done? In all the time we’d been fighting the Yeerks, I’d never made a threat like that. What was the matter with me? I felt … not exactly ashamed. But I knew I never wanted to talk to Cassie about what I’d just told David. Or Tobias. Or even Marco. And as for Jake, I found myself filled with a terrifying surge of pure, utter hatred for him. I couldn’t begin to explain it. But I swear at that moment I hated Jake far more than I did David. I should have gone back to the cafeteria. I should have told them all what had happened. But Jake already knew, didn’t he? Jake, the smart, determined leader, already knew all about me. And I couldn’t face him. I couldn’t face what he knew about me.

i would like to preface this post with the fact that i was discussing this matter and i was like "where's that quote i've seen about here on ruthlessness that was tagged as taylor hebert? that's how marco works" and then i googled it and

apparently that quote is just straight up literally from marco. whoops. stop being taylor, marco. being taylor is taylor's job. very funny thing to find out though. ohh that quote i was remembering and thinking was applicable to a fictional character was literally from that fictional character. okay. anyway.

the jake/rachel dynamic here is probably objectively more interesting but i'm particularly enamored with the rachel/marco dynamic because it's like. they're not particularly close. they're banter buddies but not friends beyond that. but when it comes down to the bloody shit they're perhaps the most closely aligned on the team in terms of how they think and act, in that rachel is the one whose immediate suggestion is always "what if we kidnap/murder/maim them" and marco isn't cruel but he is, well, ruthless in the manner described by the above quote i didn't realize was from him. it's such a weird little cross-angle of closeness where they're close in a way that doesn't mean they're friends (for a certain definition of friendship, anyway), but does mean something is severely wrong if she can't even go to him with the blood on her hands. it rocks.

the dynamic with jake is also really good. being the type of person that the one whose job it is to understand & direct you all knows should be called on if he needs someone killed in a cold fit of rage, and the resentment that stems from having to recognize this about yourself thru someone else's recognition of the fact

#animorphs lb

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palin-tropos · 1 year

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So recently I posted about Kim and Harry hook up while he’s on the bender AU? Last night me and @excalibutt got a little inspired and co-wrote a scene set in that AU. Pre-Tribunal but some time after Day 3 or 4.

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WHIRLING-IN-RAGS BALCONY: Apparently, the lieutenant has taken you out here before you both retire for bed to tell you something important. KIM KITSURAGI: He laces his fingers and presses hands onto the top of the balcony. He’s struggling mightily with himself.

COMPOSURE: His sense of propriety with…

ESPRIT DE CORPS: … his sense of duty. Guess which one wins.

KIM KITSURAGI: “You’ve been working on one of those mind projects, haven’t you? I think I can save you the time. In fact—I am obliged to. Yes, we did have… relations, the night before you lost your memory. I am so sorry I didn’t know how to tell you.”

DRAMA: The truth.

CONCEPTUALIZATION: Extracted from his mouth like pulling teeth.

EMPATHY: He’s really sorry. It’s rare for him to be the Sorry Cop.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: You got in his pants and can't even remember it!?

COMPOSURE: Don’t think about that. This is…

CONCEPTUALIZATION: This could be very bad.

INLAND EMPIRE: This feels bad.

RHETORIC: It’s probably bad.

SUGGESTION: It’s bad.

EMPATHY: Really bad.

VOLITION: Everyone be quiet. This is bad.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Ask him how it was! Do it right now!

New task: Ask Kim how it was

YOU: “… How was it?" ESPRIT DE CORPS: The lieutenant is flustered. Ashamed of himself. He doesn't feel his actions were becoming of a police officer. YOU: “It's not fair if I can't remember it...” SUGGESTION: You've pried at his fears about this encounter; that he now holds some kind of unearned power over you. He doesn't think he deserves that. KIM KITSURAGI: "... It... it was..." He struggles for the word. "Frenetic. One could say desperate. But you..." His ears have gone pink. "You performed well enough. It wasn't bad."

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: ... You were good.

COMPOSURE: You know a bit about Kim's self-control. He wouldn't have done it if it hadn't been good. Really good. Beyond what he could resist.

VOLITION: ... He was willing. You didn't force yourself on him, Harry.

HALF LIGHT: But you went at it like it was the end of the world.

PERCEPTION: You can almost remember what aftershave he uses. The taste of it was still in your mouth when you woke up.

INLAND EMPIRE: ... Pine needles...

YOU: Your tongue is sliding and pressing up to the roof of your mouth, as if some olfactory trace of him waits there to be tasted and remembered.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: The source is right in front of you. That bobbing apple of his throat. KIM KITSURAGI: The lieutenant is wringing his hands, unable to meet your gaze.

EMPATHY: He's guilty about this, although it's a confusing sort of guilt. He wishes this were a lot simpler than it is.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: Take him by the face and force him to look at you!

SUGGESTION: Don't let the doubt sway him. His principles are ironclad, but he bent them for you once before. Kiss him. Kiss the guilt away! He's clearly telling you all of this for a reason!

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Look at him. Really, really look at him. He's biting his lip, just the barest bit from the inside. You could do it better. You could kiss him better. Make him forget all about this...

VOLITION: I see. That's how it is. Nobody has a better idea. Just "kiss him", "kiss him", "kiss him". I'm not going to get through to you, am I?

YOU: And what do you think I should do?

VOLITION: ... He might not kiss you back. But it won't be the end of the world. Just be gentle.

ENDURANCE: Don't be too gentle. YOU: "Kim..."

YOU: Your enormous bearpaw of a hand is made delicate and clumsy as an exploratory moth trying to light on a lampshade. You lift it to reach for the lieutenant's face, past his wall of propriety and professionalism.

LOGIC: You're both off of the clock right now.

EMPATHY: It's fear. That wall is fear of connection, fear of vulnerability. Fear of being mocked.

DRAMA: Sincerity is required, sire. Tread with caution.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Do. Not. Fuck. This. Up.

YOU: You catch his chin, and his gaze snaps towards you.

SHIVERS: —two achingly lonely men wearing RCM halogen patches on their jackets stand close enough to share breath. The rotten-fruit smell of booze permeates the air, twirling and mingling with the soft, somber notes of The Smallest Church in Saint-Saëns drifting up from the miserable speakers. This is a stolen moment—heavy. Wrong... but not unwanted. They breathe ragged and shallow... but in time. ELECTROCHEMISTRY: This... this is what it was like. That raw potential crackling in the heavy air. That ever-present fear in his eyes.

SUGGESTION: He thought it was just the one time. He thought that when you finally remembered, or figured it out with your brilliant detective skills, that you'd find what happened humiliating, just like you did every other hint of your drunken rampage across the district. He thought he found it humiliating too.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: His breath hitches. His eyes dilate. He's drawn to the lingering traces of sweet rot on your tongue. Back then, inhaling the fumes coming off you must have been enough to make him tipsy. He doesn't drink. He doesn't ever indulge like that.

INLAND EMPIRE: He kissed you first.

COMPOSURE: He won't this time. But he did then.

DRAMA: Your slow tenacious press halted...

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: A moment. Look right there... at the purse of his lips. They're open.

DRAMA: Now.

YOU: You lean in and let your eyes flutter shut, and this isn't the desperate hunger of a man trying to die.

INLAND EMPIRE: You're virginal like this. You don't remember kissing anyone before.

YOU: You're kissing him.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: But your mouth remembers. Your hands. Your nose, your blood... all of you. It remembers. KIM KITSURAGI: His lips barely twitch at first, but his hands—his hands press against you, slide up your chest and clutch your shoulders, digging in tightly. Bracing against you.

PERCEPTION: Tighter pressure on your lips. The barest suction. A restrained, quietly voiced huff of air against your inner cheek.

SUGGESTION: He is.

INLAND EMPIRE: The pine tree bends in the wind...

VOLITION: He's kissing you back.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Fuck.

SAVOIR FAIRE: He won't even mind if you touch him more. Get your hands in there—

HAND/EYE COORDINATION: Hold Him. Drag him closer. Press closer.

YOU: You do. You sneak hands inside the warmth of his open jacket and feel the heat of his skin burning through the thin fabric of the flimsy white shirt he wears underneath. You kiss his mouth open, and he's not even stopping you.

PERCEPTION: He tastes like—

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: —like the cigarette that's smoldering on the floor of the balcony, forgotten. Dropped. You've taken its place.

KIM KITSURAGI: The lieutenant moves with you. His chest presses up against yours. The line of exposed skin between shirt and pants twitches under your glancing touch. An uncharacteristic half-noise erupts from the back of his throat.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: His lean, bony arms have flung themselves around your neck. He's clinging to you. A shudder runs down his spine.

SUGGESTION: You've still got it—whatever allure pulled him into your orbit before. You're still irresistible.

ENDURANCE: Stop. Now. Before you take it too far.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: You can take it all the way. He's not objecting!

DRAMA: Stop here, sire. While the moment is ripe for the taking! Slowly...

VOLITION: He's more to you than just an opportunity.

ESPRIT DE COPRS: He's vital.

YOU: You break the kiss, panting heavily as a dog from the intensity of it. Your forehead crushes to his, and your eyes open.

PERCEPTION: His are still closed but—

CONCEPTUALIZATION: —he's the most beautiful thing in the world right now. If you could actually paint, he would be your burning muse.

KIM KITSURAGI: His breath is just as heavy as yours, but as slow and measured as he can manage. It's fluttering.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: In time with the waves of complete bliss coursing down his spine.

SUGGESTION: It has changed things, that you've pulled back and waited. The moment is no less intense, but it is of a different sort than before.

VOLITION: He's basking in that newfound self-control of yours.

KIM KITSURAGI: He still has yet to open his eyes. His upper lip twitches, quirking that faint little mustache of his.

KIM KITSURAGI: He exhales, "Harrier."

AUTHORITY: You like this. A lot.

RHETORIC: Your full first name. The one he told you was a revolutionary name, when it sounded foreign to your ears.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: He has no idea how tempting he is making it to grab him by the shoulders and pin him up against the balcony door and kiss his face off.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Get. Between. His. Legs.

ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN: It's where we belong, brother... the primal call of warm flesh to rub against. To sink into. To wrap your tongue and teeth around...

VOLITION: No. Wait. Just... wait.

YOU: All of that is burning in your eyes when you play your thumb along his top lip, brushing the faint mustache... making your fingers erupt in tingles.

YOU: "Kim..."

DRAMA: Gently, sire.

YOU: "... Look at me, Lieutenant."

KIM KITSURAGI: He blinks his eyes open. The glasses magnify those black-brown windows into his soul.

EMPATHY: Still full of fear, but a tinge of wonder. Staring at you reminds him of every reason why this is a poor decision, but equally reminds him of every reason why he's giving in to it.

HALF LIGHT: Why isn't he more frightened? Why can't he see that you're a living corpse?

ESPRIT DE CORPS: Your half-brother trusts you.

SUGGESTION: Don't... don't call him that.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Unless you want to be naughty.

KIM KITSURAGI: "So..." His voice is practically a weak croak. "You... don't mind that we did it."

RHETORIC: That's an attempt at humor. It's a little awkward, but let him off easy, he's struggling for words.

LOGIC: Wait. Why didn't he mind that you did? It doesn't make sense.

CONCEPTUALIZATION: It doesn't take the depravity of a seasoned pervert to find features like yours attractive.

ELECTROCHEMSITRY: ...or maybe he is a seasoned pervert.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Please. Please, oh my god.

AUTHORITY: If Kim didn't want you kissing him, you would be eating asphalt with your hands cuffed behind your back.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: PLEASE.

VOLITION: No. This isn't just base depravity.

CONCEPTUALIZATION: ... He sees something in you. Something you haven't the skill the recognize.

ESPRIT DE CORPS: Don't betray his trust. Reciprocate.

YOU: "...I don't mind," you admit. "Unless... I did anything weird?"

KIM KITSURAGI: Something tugs at the corner of the lieutenant's lips. Rueful, disbelieving, wry... His eyes dart up to the right, unfocusing.

DRAMA: My liege. The tell-tale glance. You've seen it in countless now forgotten interrogations. He is about to lie.

KIM KITSURAGI: "Not particularly."

SUGGESTION: You did something very weird.

CONCEPTUALIZATION: It could have been the good kind of weird.

PERCEPTION: Kim's arms are still firmly settled around your shoulders. The outsides of his knees are rubbing the insides of yours.

LOGIC: It's clearly not weird enough for him not to want to kiss you again.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: You might not be done here tonight. In fact, he might not be done with you.

SUGGESTION: Ask him to walk you through the night. In detail. In fact... to demonstrate it.

YOU: “My memory is still foggy," you remind him, letting your cold fingers drift down to the bare strip of skin between the hem of his shirt and the waistband of his pants. “How did it happen?"

COMPOSURE: You've put him on the spot. He is squirming under that re-forming mask of his. He adjusts his glasses with the tips of two fingers pressed to the bridge.

KIM KITSURAGI: "Khm. Well. If I'm being honest, it started out as an argument. Things had gone downhill." He purses his lips, but not at all in the same way as someone anticipating a kiss.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: It seems like your body heat still relaxes him enough to keep him from clamming up completely.

KIM KITSURAGI: "It's hard to explain. You were nothing but intense. You kept talking about loneliness, and longing, and the apocalypse, and the woman who broke your heart, and then you told me I didn't deserve to be in the RCM."

ESPRIT DE CORPS: What. What could have possibly prompted that? Lt. Kitsuragi is unwavering, loyal, precise, assiduous. He is a perfect officer.

RHETORIC: No... that's not what you meant.

KIM KITSURAGI: He shakily exhales. "I responded with... considerable anger. There was a physical altercation. But it seems I'd misinterpreted you. You said I was a good man, and good men shouldn't become police officers. You went on to elaborate in somewhat poetic terms what sort of a good man I was."

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: How did that altercation go down? Look at his skinny arms. You must have overpowered him. Were you pinning him in place while you told him all that pansy crap about how virtuous he is?

PAIN THRESHOLD: Some people like it like that.

LOGIC: ... and yet...

YOU: "... You kissed me."

INLAND EMPIRE: You know he did it first. You just don't remember exactly why.

KIM KITSURAGI: His eyebrows jump up.

REACTION SPEED: He didn't expect you to remember that.

KIM KITSURAGI: "I... I did. In that fight, I assumed your remark was derogatory, and that it had something to do with... what you had deduced about me just prior."

RHETORIC: That he was a homo-sexual? With some of the guys in here, I'm not surprised he got that impression. Right, Coach?

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: W-What? Coach hasn't got a problem with the homos. Just with the sissies and pansies—

LOGIC: There is no way you didn't participate, enthusiastically, in the act that Lt. Kitsuragi is now avoiding having to describe.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: And you’re going to do it again.

KIM KITSURAGI: "It was an impulsive thing to do. If I'm being honest, spending multiple days with you when you were still... compromised... seemed to affect my own judgement."

REACTION SPEED: Does that mean…?

CONCEPTUALIZATION: You were his bender.

ENDURANCE: Your throat is dry.

HALF LIGHT: Is he disappointed now? Would he rather you high and drunk as a beast?

YOU: Cold, clammy sweat creeps down your neck beneath your satin shirt.

YOU: "I'm not compromised in the same way anymore…”

KIM KITSURAGI: Kim nods, slow and grave.

EMPATHY: There is a kindness in his dark eyes.

INLAND EMPIRE: He shouldn't have seen you in that state. It wasn't fated to be. He must have sought you out, a fish to a lure in the dark waters of the Esperance.

KIM KITSURAGI: "No. You're not. And that's a good thing. Earlier, you seemed like you were about to... explode."

VOLITION: Just don't forget that his arms are still around you.

KIM KITSURAGI: "What's the matter, detective?"

VOLITION: He’s inviting you to share your irrational fears. You trust him.

ESPRIT DE CORPS: You really trust him.

YOU: “… Am I still what you want?"

COMPOSURE: There it is. Your heart hanging outside your body.

EMPATHY: Kim can tell how painful it was to ask such a question. That's why his features are so stiff. He's struggling to find a reasonable, responsible answer to someone who he had a one-night stand with.

COMPOSURE: Nothing about his feelings are responsible.

REACTION SPEED: Tick-tock. If he doesn't answer fast, he'll hurt your feelings, won't he?

KIM KITSURAGI: "... The temptation to take more than I already have… is there."

VOLITION: Oh.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: All the blood in your body races south, and you feel a telltale twitch at that naughty little admission.

SUGGESTION: Meaning he's currently being tempted. Right now.

YOU: You lick your lips for a moment. Not slowly and teasingly. Nervously.

SAVOIR FAIRE: Put the moves on him! Forget being self-conscious. He’s into you.

YOU: "It's free for the taking, baby,” you murmur, eyes hooding.

KIM KITSURAGI: The lieutenant subtly nods, and glances around. His ears are pink.

VISUAL CALCULUS: He's belatedly noticed that the two of you are exposed. While you were swapping spit, there were plenty of opportunities for you to be spied on. Anywhere you can see right now can see you.

SAVOIR FAIRE: Oh. Right. You definitely could have been a little more cautious.

KIM KITSURAGI: Kim drops his arms from your shoulders and quickly withdraws them behind his back. He pivots on a heel, moving to your side. "Should we... khm... finish this conversation somewhere more private?"

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: He's saying yes. Yes, I will take you again.

INLAND EMPIRE: He's burning next to you bright as a star, and he wants you.

YOU: You manage a graceless, coughing noise, and reach for the door handle.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION: It's broken. The door is broken. Oh god, you can't get inside.

HALF LIGHT: They’ve barricaded the balcony! You’re going to jail for all the sex crimes.

PERCEPTION: It says pull, not push.

KIM KITSURAGI: The lieutenant brushes aside your sweaty, fumbling hand and opens the door for you. His features are schooled to be unreadable.

KIM KITSURAGI: … But as you stand there gawking, his other hand swiftly snakes itself around your horrific necktie and sharply pulls you inside.

Task complete: Ask Kim how it was

+10 XP: gained experience.

#disco elysium #my fic #kimharry #harrykim #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #the writing is about 50/50 me and excalibutt but ideally you can't tell the difference because it flows well

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bb-kawa · 1 year

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Kiss Cam <3

Crossing posting from my ao3 since i think ppl will like this fic. a03 link if you prefer reading there.

What will Falena do when Leona seems to be hiding the fact that he has a girlfriend? Rig a magical kiss cam to publicly embarrass the two, of course.

f/n = first name, third person

Did I steal this prompt from sporting events kiss cams and make it more dramatic? yes.

anyways Falena is hilarious in this.

side note: I interpret twisted wonderland as being an actual University where magical men and women attend. I don't think that matters for the specific fic though. reader can still be interpreted as being yuu.

Falena was annoyed. Irked. Displeased. Leona had finally, finally, brought home a love interest, or at least that’s what Falena thought she was; However, Leona refused to admit or even discuss the possibility that she was his girlfriend.

It was the Festival of Love after all in Afterglow Savanna, a three-day event that celebrated all types of love within the kingdom. Why else would Leona have brought home a girl if not to celebrate with her, but Leona didn’t specify if she was his girlfriend or not upon introduction. Furthermore, when Falena prodded Leona for answers, he basically told him to shove off and leave him alone.

When Falena tried to investigate, follow them around, and send spies after them, they always coincidentally appeared to be just platonic friends. A woman holding a man's arm could still be considered friends after all. That wasn’t a big enough clue either way. And when Falena had finally thought he was going to catch them sneakily kissing in a dimly lit hallway, they’d always be conveniently separated from each other.

However, Falena could smell them on each other. Her light perfume blended into Leona’s skin and when she passed by, Falena could clearly smell the earthy scent of Leona’s hair products. They must have been coming into at least close to close contact to justify smelling like each other!

There were other times too, that were as plain as day, that the two were so obviously in love. Leona would laugh with her. Falena could hear their snickers and teasing during various festival activities. Leona rarely laughed as much as he did with her. He looked at her with a sort of happiness Falena hadn’t seen since Leona was a child. Leona would also talk to her, speaking far more than he had the past four years since going to NRC and starting his work as a Prince of the Afterglow Savanna. Falena could barely get Leona to say more than a sentence to him sometimes, but here he was having these long-winded conversations with her.

So why was Leona hiding it? Was he ashamed of her? No that couldn’t be it. Leona would not have brought her otherwise. Was it because he knew it would annoy the entire family if he was as vague as possible about it? That was a possibility but seemed to be a bit of a stretch. They had apparently known each other since NRC but Leona hadn’t thought to bring her around until now? How could Leona decide to enlighten his family with a girl and then proceed to not introduce her as his girlfriend?

Furthermore, every time Falena tried to get the girl alone for a quick chat, Leona would somehow always swoop in like a knight in shining armor here to sweep his obvious lover away from revealing any sort of truth to the matter. Leona always pulled her away with a groan of ‘Don’t annoy F/n with your questions.’ Really, how could Leona consistently be so grumpy about it?

It really was starting to get to Falena. He was determined to find out the truth and the perfect opportunity to do so was going to occur later that evening. A special event was planned called ‘The eye of love.’ It was a yearly activity where a magical camera would pan the crowds showing couples that exhibited a blossoming love. It was an ancient spell mainly used for fun to embarrass couples and had been a main part of the festivities for centuries.

Falena politely, strong armed the yearly caster into making sure, no matter what, the camera would focus in on Leona and his friend. Was this perhaps a bit petty? Yes. Was this also a small invasion of privacy? Also yes. Falena was determined though, to thoroughly ignore his brother's reluctant feelings to find out the truth.

Why, one may ask, was Falena so determined to find out whether Leona had a girlfriend or not? The answer was simple, Falena wanted to make sure the one person that seemed to make Leona happy would be welcomed into the family. Instead, Leona had been corralling the girl away at any possible moment. Two could play this game. Leona wasn’t the only one that could play dirty.

Soon, the roar of the crowd killed Falena’s train of thought concerning his brother. He walked out onto the stage waving, sending out well wishes and hopeful phrases. The general announcements occurred as well as the small speech about hope and encouragement for the love season. Normally Falena wasn’t so impatient during this part, but he really wanted the excitement to start.

Finally, the magical camera, naked to the eye, zoomed around homing in on various couples of various ages. It was quite cute. The first couple to be shown was an elderly pair that seemed to finally admit their love for one another. The next two couples were younger, around mid-age, and were showered with the traditional flower petals for the event during their kiss.

Falena could barely contain his excitement as Leona’s face appeared on the magical screen. The crowd instantly recognized the second prince with a slight cheer. Excitement was strumming through the air. Falena’s smile slightly dropped though, when it appeared that Leona wasn’t at the event at all, but seemed to be walking in some sort of foliage area with F/n.

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“If you get in trouble for missing the eye of love event, I’m not gonna defend you.” F/n said. A smile appeared on her face as Leona helped her step off the rocky ledge.

“What do you mean? You’re my accomplice, you’re breaking the rules with me.” Leona responded as he looked back with a smug grin.

“That’s not what I’ll be telling King Falena.”

F/n didn’t have to be looking at Leona to know he was rolling his eyes as she trotted up behind him.

They had been walking for a good thirty minutes. Winding through a rocky path, up various hills. Honestly if F/n knew Leona was going to take her on a full blow hike she would have worn different shoes.

The path soon widened and appeared a large opening filled to the brim with green foliage and blooming flowers. There was a small opening to the left that looked over the grasslands. The sun was just about to set, yellow and orange hues filled the sky.

“Wow… it’s beautiful!” F/n said, running up to the opening admiring the view and the flowers. An excited smile graced her features. “This is what you wanted to show me? How romantic.”

“Always gotta get a tease in, huh.” Leona shuffled back and forth on his feet. He took a few steps towards her, grabbing her hands. His features softened and a slight anxiety bubbled in his chest. “F/n, I… wanted to ask you something.”

“Yes?”

“Actually, I wanted to give you something.” Leona said, reaching into his clothes to pull out a small box. He flipped the lid up revealing a red jewel hanging delicately on a golden chain. F/n's eyes widened, and she glanced back and forth from the box up to Leona’s eyes.

“This… this is for me.” F/n asked. She was shocked, while Leona often gave her gifts, they were usually just things F/n had recently said she wanted. While it was incredibly thoughtful of him to always indulge her whims, his normal gifts weren’t as elaborate. They were flowers, or a blanket for them to share during naps, not an incredibly expensive looking necklace.

“In my culture, giving a gift like this is… 2nd to a marriage proposal. It’s a declaration of intention. An intention to love forever.” Leona explained, bringing a hand up to F/n’s cheek. Leona was a bit scared, nervous to ask this. He had never met someone as wonderful as F/n. While he didn’t think she’d say no, there was a possibility she would maybe not prefer this life with him. “If you accept this, it also means you… feel the same.”

F/n smiled; a nervous feeling fluttered through her. She couldn’t believe it. Leona and her had been serious for a while. While she knew he took their relationship seriously and she did find the whole ‘annoy Falena as much as possible’ schtick funny, this wasn’t what she was expecting.

“Leona… are you sure? I’m… not royalty and well… I don’t want you to be put in a bad position because of it. You care for your kingdom, and I just want to make sure you’re always happy.” F/n responded. She really was worried. She loved Leona and didn’t want to make his life more stressful. What if the kingdom didn’t accept her? What if he regretted it?

“Tch, what happened to that lecture you gave me the other day, huh?” Leona asked with another roll of his eyes. He handed her the box as he wrapped his arms around her. “You told me the world was full of possibilities and that there was always hope. You’re not gonna fight for me now after saying all that?”

F/n laughed, her body shaking in Leona’s arms. He always had to be so cheeky.

“Well that doesn’t count. Don’t use my words against me.” F/n responded, leaning in closer. She could see Leona’s eyes soften. Who was she kidding? She would do anything for him, even if it led to tough times. “You promise to take care of me every day?”

“Of course.”

“Alright then Leona Kingscholar, I accept your love.”

She saw a smile appear on his face, the brightness behind his eyes gleamed, as she leaned up to give him a kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he squeezed her tighter. Leona kissed her back passionately. A laugh bubbled out of her as Leona slightly raised her body off the floor spinning her around.

“Perfect, my love”

——

The camera cut out. Falena could hear the deafening silence as the crowd, as well as himself, processed what they had just seen. It took about three seconds before cheers broke out. The silence turned to rancorous chants and screams. Flowers were thrown up into the air as music started to ring out.

The crowd seemed to fully support Prince Leona’s plight for love if the chanting of his name was anything to go by. Falena was quite happy as well. Now he could finally get to work and plan a wedding. As well as devising a separate plan to make sure Leona didn’t kill him after finding out the entirety of Afterglow Savanna witnessed his love confession. Perhaps Falena should go on an extended trip to a neighboring kingdom to avoid Leona’s wrath.

Well, it’s not like Leona would find out that Falena was the one to order that the magical camera be rigged. It was just a very very unfortunate coincidence. Well, Falena would find a solution soon enough. Perhaps Leona would be so enraptured with his newfound love he’d be too busy to plot murder. Falena was content to enjoy the festivities for now, maybe he’d get lucky, and Leona would never know.

The luck of the draw always fell towards the king after all.

I hope you liked it! reblogs appreciated.

#leona x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar x mc

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is-the-snake-video-cute · 11 months

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I refuse to understand why people treat snakes, and especially species such as ball pythons, like eye candy and baseball card collections. I’m in a few facebook groups where rack keeping is supported by the rules - defended as a ‘method’ of keeping. Ok, racks can work if enriched and the right size.

When an admin posts their too-small skinny racks where a snake can barely turn around with a water bowl not even big enough to stick their neck in? Not okay. They said it was “ample space” in the comments expressing concern, so I combatted that with statements on size and links to scientific articles and studies on the effect of such styles of keeping on snakes. Because I didn’t say rack keeping was bad, I didn’t strike their rule for “bullying.” They deleted my comments anyways, and why? Apparently that’s “ads and promotion.” To link to a scientific article and a study. What a sneaky loophole rule.

I’m so tired of people who refuse to look at facts and see reason. How do you deal with these people??

I feel your pain. It's exhausting. Some people really treat snakes as collections instead of pets, and it's heartbreaking.

I think one of the best things we can do, especially when it comes to snakes like ball pythons who people like this will insist "don't need a lot of space," is show them how these snakes thrive when they're given appropriate space! Every single one of my ball pythons uses every inch of space I give them, and they're so curious and love exploring!

Like, someone better tell these snakes that "ball pythons don't climb!"

Genuinely like half of my ball pythons don't just climb, they never come down! Most ball pythons, when given a few climbing branches and a bit of space, will be up and exploring every inch of it as soon as they wake up. Showing this in action can help people realize they're just not giving their snakes space to...be snakes.

The sad fact is I think a lot of people who keep their snakes in tiny racks have genuinely convinced themselves that's okay. I think we might be able to help by being very firm about how we talk about our pet snakes - stress how much ours love exploring and climbing and checking things out! Point out that snakes with more space and better husbandry eat better! Be firm about talking about our pets like pets and not like baseball card collections - one thing I've had success with is asking people who talk about their snakes like collections about the snakes' personalities, what they like to do for fun and their favorite enrichment. You can kind of see gears turning when you do that, and some people even get a little ashamed when they realize they don't know because they haven't been giving their snakes the space to learn about their personalities.

#not a rating #rack keeping #ball pythons #snake enclosures

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This might be long, sorry! I just found it so cute I had to share :')

Ran into a coworker after my shift. I've seen them around and obviously we've crossed paths, working for the same company and all, but we've never really spoken outside of polite: "how's your shift going, what time do you finish?" style small talk. Anyway, they ended up asking if we could talk. Turns out they're coming to terms with their orientation/sexuality and were looking for advice. Another coworker who, again, I've crossed paths with but never spoken to in depth, apparently told them I was the person to go to.

I've been openly out at the company as queer since I started (I don't shy away from making fruity jokes or comments, was never taught to be ashamed of my sexuality so idgaf), and my chosen name very obviously doesn't align with my biological gender; so it's no surprise people clued into the fact I'm somewhere on the rainbow road heh. But still it's so cute to think that coworkers who I don't even really know all too well are referring people to me for queer questions and advice 🥺 It's not the first time this has happened either, and it always feels so nice. Like, yes questioning friend, allow me to take you under my wing and provide support/advice.

This isn't technically a fuck customers, but it's sorta work related and I just had to share it somewhere because it really made my day that this coworker felt safe enough to confide in me ;v;

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Sam Coe Alphabet

CW: 18+, Minor's DNI.

Lots of filthy...filthy things below for ADULT EYES only.

Saw this kind of post for Astarion and felt the immediate impulse to create one for Sam Coe. Only it was like 2am and I needed to sleep.

So, instead, @5oh5 and I fused our brains (as we apparently do) and worked on this list for about 5 hours, on and off. It was such a fun, entertaining and brain-rotting time!!!

Below, we present for you what we think are the abc-D's of Sam Coe:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

No matter how you two pleasure each other, the aftercare with Sam is always soft, loving and focused on you. He showers you with compliments, will physically clean you if you are too tired, get you prepared for bed, and cuddle and hold you until you fall asleep.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of their and also their partners)

Favourite body part on his partner, I would say lips. Not only cause he always looks at them and thinks of how much he wishes to kiss them, but also because he wants to see you smile, you laugh, you purse your lips at a particularly bad, yet hilarious, joke of his.

Favourite on him? I think that is a bit harder to say and I honestly think that Sam has some insecurities with his body having grown a bit into a dad bod. I see his younger self being absolutely ripped, having appetite suppression from all the drug use, wanting to stay fit for all the action he was finding himself seeking, and also for all the sex he engaged in.

Then with Lillian, the depression that came from that, the drinking that must have come along with it (without the drugs to suppress his appetite) brought him into a bit of a dad bod. Then his focus was on Cora and not his physique but he is secretly very insecure and does not think of himself as attractive (idiot).

I think his hair and his eyes are probably the ones he outwardly comments on when asked? If he really had to come down and choose something, he would, very awkwardly, admit his arms.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Soft or Dom Sam loves cuming inside of you, there is no way around it. Not a full-blown breeding kink, as I don’t think he is actively seeking to have another kid, but he loves seeing his cum drip out of you after he climaxes. (also with his new S/O I do truly see him being open to having or adopting another child if it was what his partner wanted & Cora would be stoked to have a sibling.)

Dom!Sam also loves to see you covered in his cum, over your face, mouth, chest, stomach, ass...all of it.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I take Dirty Secret two ways. One is the absolute filthiest thing he has sexually done and the other is what he perceives as the ‘dirtiest’ or ‘grossest’ thing he could request from his partner.

Sam’s most pleasurable sexual experience was during one of his bingers on Neon. He’s never told a soul until you, but it was just him being used by numerous, numerous, men and women. By the end, his body was numb, covered in marks, filled and covered with cum, and had been completely drained himself. Claims he slept for a few days straight after that day and couldn’t walk straight for a few more after.

I think Sam greatly struggles with his bisexuality, in that he has been taught to be ashamed of it. His father probably always had his son on the track to marry a woman and Lillian would have taken offence that she wouldn’t be enough pleasure for Sam. Because of this, I think this ‘Dark Secret’ would come out in two ways:

If romancing someone without a penis, he will awkwardly and very hesitantly open up about how he enjoys anal stimulation, and how he would enjoy it every once in a while for you to fuck him with a strapon, but fully expecting you to refuse and for this request to potentially break up your connection/relationship.

If romancing or pining for someone with a penis, I think he would be very hesitant to openly engage and admit his feelings for them—at least the first individual able to naturally give him this stimulation as he has never fully allowed himself to explore that in combination with love.

Obviously both of these things are nothing for Sam to be ashamed of and it’s with his S/O’s open acceptance he slowly gets rid of the shame behind these desires.

E = Experience (how experiences are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Tons, Sam knows exactly what he is doing and honestly does not give any hints about his sexual prowess until you are in the moment, finding yourself in a new position or with Dom!Sam pushing the envelope. But just because he has a lot of experience doesn’t mean he has to do everything under the sun with you, he is happy to stick within his partner’s wheelhouse of comforts and kinks and doesn’t feel dissatisfied if they don’t explore out of that. He never pushes you to try anything you don’t want and is very conscious, even when being a Dom, to not overstep what he may perceive as your boundary.

The only time he does allude to his sexual experience and prowess is in his relentless flirting, egging you on in ways he knows make your insides turn, before playing it off like he is unaware of everything he is doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Soft!Sam = Missionary. He wants to see the face of his lover as he gives them pleasure. He wants to be able to caress their skin, look at them as he gives them constant praise, and tell them how much he loves them, how they deserve the universe twice over. He wants to be able to kiss you, to allow you to feel how much passion, appreciation and affection he has for you.

Dom!Sam = Breeding press. Similarly, he wants to see the pleasure on his partner’s face, but in a position where they are beneath him and pinned against his weight. He wants to see your legs spread, your open mouth, to see and hear your desperate moans. He would also pull out just to see your hole pulse from the pleasure. He would also hold you in that position after letting himself go inside of you, just to watch his cum slowly slip out, only to push it back in with his fingers or cock, or both, and have you lick them clean after.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.)

Dom!Sam has no place for games or humour.

Soft!Sam, however, enjoys cracking a good joke when teasing you or warming you both up. I think that it also depends on how much love and affection he is feeling for you in that moment. If it’s overwhelming, he would immediately slip into giving you praise and affection and drop the playfulness. If it’s spontaneous sex, and you are giving into the banter, I truly see it going for as long as both of you can keep it up.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

Sam takes great pride in his mane, or at least he does now.

Originally he only learned about a hair routine to help Cora with her curls and to make sure she didn’t get a lot of frizz, but then she started nagging him about taking care of his own hair, eventually starting to do it herself which forced Sam to take on the routine himself so that Cora wasn’t worrying about him in that aspect.

He uses hair oil, has some specialized combs to reign in his curls and keeps it all tidy under his hat.

For his body hair, he 100% has a tummy trail and hair on his pecks, forearms, legs and a little back hair. He 100% manscapes and keeps the area around his crotch and balls clean-shaven—solely for the reason that he doesn’t like his pubes getting in the way of seeing him fuck you or your pretty face enjoying taking his cock. He also loves to see your cum and precum glisten on his skin and the feeling of your warm flesh against his with every thrust.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Intimacy for Sam extends far outside of being ‘in the moment’ and sexual gratification or pleasure. He sees every moment with you as intimate and romantic. He would love to be the domestic one in the relationship, just so happy to finally have another person who he can care for besides Cora—someone who chose to be with him. He would love to shower with you, wash you, help you get ready for bed when you were really tired, keep the ship tidy and clean and cook for you and Cora.

Side note...when he cooks he totally has a waist apron on and whenever anyone gives him shit for it, he always asks if they want to cook instead. When they turn down the offer he always mutters ‘Yeah, that’s what I thought. Lay off my fashion choices if you want dinner.’

Also, when you are both alone, he likes to cook in nothing but that apron.

During Sex? Either Soft or Dom Sam has nothing but love and appreciation for you and shows it either through his vocalized affection as Soft Sam or with his details and astute aftercare and praise while dominating you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When Cora was still a baby, he did it as a stress reliever but as she got older and more aware, he almost entirely stopped. When he needed to get some level of release, he found that the shower was the best place. It allowed him some privacy, ensuring Cora wouldn’t see or hear and a contained place to clean up afterwards.

When he meets you, however, he finds himself having a more frequent need for release as you plague his mind with all the positions he could have you in, or you have him in. I think he would also add in some anal stimulation when he was deep in his lust for you – either in the shower if he has enough time or at night at The Lodge when he knew he had extended privacy to indulge in such pleasures while moaning your name.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinds)

I think Sam’s kinks vary from his time being a smuggler and partying on Neon and when you meet him in the game/post having Cora.

Overall, his biggest kink would be a praise kink—both giving and receiving but mostly engaging in giving. And this praise kink resides outside of bedroom activities too. Every time he sees you after any amount of time away it is a small gesture of a smile full of love and pride to full-blown showers of words of worship along with loving and affectionate kisses and touches to your body for you to feel his praise.

Dom!Sam would greatly enjoy bondage, ropes, blindfolds, restraints, gags...the works. What he engages in depends on how deep and dark he desires to Dom you, however, he rarely gets to the point of degradation—save for the very few and far-between moments when he needs to let out his pent-up frustrations 😉

And during Sam’s time at Neon...I honestly think he wouldn’t have given enough shits about himself, his body or contain any level of self-respect for himself. This led him to not really care what he engaged in, so long as it left him feeling something at the end of it. Or he was just too plastered out of his mind to be aware of what was going on or being done to him.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

I think Sam would have a few...maybe a top 3.

Your shared bed. That is your sanctuary, the place where he always ensures to be devoted and tender with you. He refuses to dominate you in such a space as he sees it as the one area where you both can be soft and open and loving with each other.

When you touch down on a new planet. Taking in the new wilderness, seeing all the new wildlife and minerals, skylines and landscapes gets Sam excited—both at the thrill of exploration and of conquering something new. Always with you two travelling alone, he finds a place to take control and this will be the place where he is almost always dominant. If it’s a planet that has an atmosphere, then he will find a cave or covered place outside. If you need to be inside of a space he either hunts for an abandoned building or clears out some spacers—using the adrenaline to fuel his dominant actions and further both of your pleasures.

Moments of significance within your relationship. Places that mark milestones and memories that were tender or special between you two, often enjoying going back to that place or a place that was reminiscent of it and reliving whatever experience you both shared there, being soft, dom or sub Sam.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Pleasing you. Literally nothing else, he is motivated to make sure you have had the most pleasure you can handle or want.

He also gets turned on by his domestic behaviours, taking care of you outside of sex, your praise and thankfulness for that care he gives. Your praise on how good of a partner he is, how good of a father. Any time you compliment him, he gets a little more turned on until he needs to repay you for all of those words and affectionate gestures.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Sam, from his time in Neon (as referenced in the Kinks section), would have a strong sense for the things he did not enjoy or want to engage in, as he either engaged in it himself or was around others engaging in it. I honestly cannot see him going through that dark, self-destructive, time without being exposed to it all.

Also because of that, I think there are very few things that Sam wouldn’t be open or wanting to engage in. I don’t think he would enjoy Age Play due to his dynamic with Cora, and when in a committed relationship with someone he would not engage in Cuckholding or Hotwifing. I also don’t see him being into piss play or scat play but otherwise, I don’t know if he would have any hard no’s, without doing a deep dive into every single kink out there.

It would also turn Sam off if his partner showed any emotional distress prior to sex or during and immediately giving them comfort. Only if they say that any type of intimacy would make them feel better will he then reluctantly engage but normally not seeking his own pleasure unless the position calls for it, and even at times will not seek to finish himself after seeing you orgasm and relax.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves giving Oral the most but also greatly enjoys receiving and shoving his cock down your throat during certain levels of domination. He contains a ridiculous amount of skill and has a surprising amount of dexterity with his fingers and tongue. There are days when all he wants is for you to sit on his face for an hour or more as he just licks and pleasures you, not even seeking or wanting satisfaction for himself.

He doesn’t care about the skill of his lover, just that they are engaged and enjoying servicing him. Sam also always seeks eye contact, whether that’s when your lips are wrapped around his cock or he is eating you out or taking your dick into his mouth. He needs you to watch him passionately service you, occasionally glancing towards you to see the results of his actions with great pride.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Soft!Sam is slow and passionate but he has a hard time holding back as his passion builds through sex. Occasionally he will lose his control and suddenly quicken or harshly slam into you or push you against a surface while changing positions, groaning at the release he feels before apologizing and praising you for being so irresistible.

Dom!Sam will switch and transition but mostly fast, hard, and with force is the pace he has. Occasionally he does like to go slow and steady, watching every twitch in your expression, but this is normally closer to when you cannot handle any more OR are begging him to make you cum as you are right on the edge.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If the mood strikes and you both are alone, he will be down but I don’t think Sam would be the one to engage in the quickie. His partner would have to be the one to initiate it and steer the direction of their actions.

A single exception, tying into below, is when the risk factor of the moment excites Sam enough, he will take control for a dominant quickie—usually involving him covering your mouth to muffle your moans and groans of pleasure as he fucks you fast and fierce.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc)

As a former, and closeted, adrenaline junkie? Without a doubt, risk is a huuuuge turn-on for Sam.

The only time he will not engage in any type of risk is when there is any level of chance that Cora would be within proximity to, hear or see him engage with himself or his partner.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

His famous line tells it all. This man has stamina.

Preferably you both go for 2 to 3 rounds, 4 or 5 being his preferred. I don’t think it takes a long time for Sam to cum, only that with his lengthy experience with group sex and pleasuring multiple partners, he has a great understanding of how to pace himself and the time he needs between when he orgasmed and when he was ready to go again.

It would not shock me that he could, if time allowed, have you and him in throws of pleasure for hours on end. Only taking necessary breaks for food, fluid and to use the bathroom.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Sam greatly enjoys the use of toys and is pro toy in almost all situations. For owning them, I think that on the ship, whether yours or his, he never allows anything to be on there in fear that Cora will find it cause he knows she snoops and will find literally anything that is left on that ship. At the Lodge I see him having a small lock box hidden that contains a few anal toys for himself to use when he can have a prolonged period of privacy.

Soft!Sam only uses toys for your pleasure, never anything that would have you left looking or feeling degraded or in pain. He will use the toys as an extension of himself seeking to give you the most pleasure you can have.

Dom!Sam loves the use of toys and will find a way to do so. If out adventuring, he will find impromptu items to fit his need or desires to stretch you or gag you, but both of your preferred place is the Paradiso Pleasure Suites as they contain all the toys you would want without having to keep them around Cora. Plus, Cora loves the beach and the resort and keeps herself occupied while you occupy each other in your own suite.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sam? Unfair? Without a doubt.

That man loves to tease you inside and outside of the bedroom. Outside it’s just quips and little playful digs. Sometimes when he can ensure the privacy of his actions, he will grab you in your pleasure spots, and kiss you in areas he knows make you wet, a smug smile always present afterwards with the knowledge of how he was torturing you.

During Sex? He loves the build-up, the slow rise of tension as he can focus on your body, on how he can delicately touch you, kiss you, and build that symphony of sensations until you are begging for a release.

Soft!Sam will give you that release immediately, deeply moaning into you as he does, losing himself as he feels you buck against him, and possibly fill his mouth or throat with the results of your orgasm.

Dom!Sam, however, needs you to beg for it. And when he finally thinks you have sufficiently done so, he gives you that release but immediately ramps you up towards the precipice of another climax, demanding to hear you beg once more.

Sam also loves being teased himself, he loves being edged and left hanging, craving for that satisfaction and release. He loves to see his partner don a mischievous smile or grin with every taunting touch, every luscious lick or flick of their tongue, but he never begs. He just rides that edge as long as possible until he is shoved over into some of the most relieving and satisfying orgasms he has.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sam is not a loud man, most of his sounds of pleasure are short hisses of pleasure, short inhales and hitches in his breath, soft moans and swears under his breath. When dominant he will growl and groan more viciously and will use his full voice at any sign of disobedience.

When Sam is submissive is the time when he loses this control, but only if it’s what his partner desires. If wanting him to be quiet, he would also whimper and let out small pleas for his lover's touch between moments. If allowed to be vocal, he would give full, guttural moans, as he felt you enter him, as you handled him roughly, his breathing heavy and quick, and his moan from orgasm being deep and prolonged.

However, when it comes to his partner, no matter the position he is in from above, he wants to hear them. He wants to hear them moan, he wants to hear how their breath changes with his actions, telling you or begging you to not hold back. If in a position where he needs to be careful of the volume you two make, he will ensure the sound is dampened. If being soft, it would be a gentle hand over your mouth. If being dominant, it would be a gag. Either way, he would still want you to moan but just so he can hear you and nobody else.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sam loves to watch you pleasure yourself but is also okay with you masturbating on your own. If he ever manages to walk in on such an act, he will offer to assist or provide privacy.

Soft!Sam would love to watch you pleasure yourself with your hands or with toys and gets immediately excited when you reach out and use him to do so. Maybe placing his fingers somewhere, ordering him how to move, or using his body as a way to prop your leg up to get a better angle as you press a toy deeper into yourself, even using him as the surface you have the dildo on that you are riding.

Dom!Sam loves to instruct you how to pleasure yourself, pushing you to go harder, harsher, faster. Scolding you when you stop and sometimes walking to you only to place your hands or toys back where they need to be. He always does this while sitting far away, never touching himself but letting the anticipation grow. He sometimes prefers to stay clothed, as an additional sign of dominance and indifference, but the other times his hard cock is out and throbbing, his pre-cum dripping down his shaft only to fall off and form a small pool between his feet.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I see Sam being more endowed with girth than length. I still see him being slightly above average, 6 to 6.5inch but with significant girth. Circumcised and a little veiny, two or three prominent veins always popping out the harder and more turned on he gets.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

This man can fuck. A lot.

He is always pining for you every moment he sees you, always wishing to be in contact, to love you and shower you with affection, and more. When without Cora’s presence, he wants it daily if not multiple times a day or prolonged afternoons of you two not getting out of bed.

When it’s been a while due to circumstance or company, and you two not being able to be alone, he will seek out every opportunity for you both to be intimate.

The longer you both go without intimacy and building more yearning = the more dominant Sam will be. (Except for situations that would have him feeling overwhelming soft love for you.)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He waits. He waits a loooooooong time after you have fallen asleep to allow himself to find slumber and he fights it up until the moment it takes him.

The moments of him cuddling you and holding you after you have fallen asleep are some of his happiest moments. It’s when he finally feels completely at peace and whole and with purpose outside of Cora. In those moments, he feels like he holds his entire life within his arms.

He also loves the small sounds you make while sleeping, watching your chest slowly rise and fall, your mouth slightly open and when you let out little moans or sounds, he fights every urge to kiss you or laugh—sometimes failing and waking you up to him hugging you tightly, kissing your forehead or top of your head.

He also loves placing his face into your hair, breathing in your scent. I think this is one of the things he seeks out on those nights when he can’t find sleep or needs peaceful comfort.

BONUS! Absolute Brain Rot that 5oh5 and I got while brainstorming this post:

Kissing Sam’s tummy trail only to feel his body immediately flinch at the sensation before relaxing against you, a soft, shallow, breath escaping his lips you are showing love and affection to a place he is greatly insecure about.

His bare ass in just an apron. His partner pressing their bulge against his bare ass as he cooks them breakfast, the soft blush on soft, domestic, Sam’s face as you whisper sweet praise into his ear, the apron slowly starting to lift as he gets hard with anticipation.

SoftDom!Sam eating you out, laying and relaxed between your thighs licking, kissing and fingering you to every edge possible, always leaving you lingering. Waiting for you to beg enough that you deserve to cum, only for him to continue to bring you to the next moment right before climax, expecting you to beg again.

Dom!Sam sitting in a chair across the room watching and guiding you through pleasuring yourself. Seeing him visibly get harder and harder, precum dripping down his cock into a small pool growing on the floor, his eyes trained on your hole clenching around a clear dildo or nothing.

Soft!Sam kneeling on the bed right at your feet watching you pleasure yourself, slowly stroking his hard cock.

Also will be cross posting to A03 because we can.

#sam coe #starfield #coemancer #starfield sam coe #starfield fanfiction #sam coe smut #headcanons #alphabet challenge

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theladyofdeath · 8 months

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Lady Death's Lover {VII}

Lady Death's Lover Masterlist & Summary

19th Century Period AU Nesta x Cassian Secret Affair / Enemies to Lovers / Forbidden Romance Fanfiction / Characters from Sarah J Maas / ACOTAR B ased on a prompt sent in by anonymous

A/N: I meant to post this, like, a week ago...but I have to admit that I've been pretty down lately. It's not been a good mental health week. I apologize for the delay! Now that the school year is in full swing, I may only be posting one chapter a week instead of two. Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you continue to enjoy! x

TW: marital abuse, sexual content, language, depression, alcohol abuse

This story is for readers 18+. Mature readers only. Content should not be read by anyone under 18.

Dear Gwyn,

Emerie and I missed you this last tea. She told me all about her recent travels and now we must wait to hear all about yours once you return. Selfishly, I am glad you will not be gone for long. I swear, I am living vicariously through you and Emerie. I absolutely adore hearing about all the two of you see and do beyond the borders of Velaris. I will not spoil all that Emerie told me for I am certain you wish for her to tell you herself.

I will, however, briefly mention something that I shared. In all honesty, I’m a bit embarrassed about it. No one will ever know about it with the exception of the two of you. There is…a man. This man keeps popping into my mind and just yesterday he popped into my carriage as well. Although, I believe I am to blame for that. It was storming and I offered him shelter. However, that is not the issue. The issue is that, on multiple occasions now, I have felt towards this man. I do not need to tell you how troubling that is.

I have not acted on these feelings, of course, but when he is near I lose all sense of myself and my duties. It seems silly. I do not know him, not truly. Perhaps I am simply lonely and find him handsome, that is all. At least, I hope that is all.

Please burn this letter once you have read it and write back soon.

With love,

Nesta

The sun is shining and the air is warm but I am absolutely miserable. I have been dragged to yet another social dinner alongside my husband. I am on his arm pretending to be the most loyal, loving wife, but inside I am raging. I feel like a caged animal ready to attack, only my target is my husband and that will simply not do.

Apparently, such thoughts are frowned upon.

Unsure of what this dinner is actually for, my mind has already become vacant once we reach our chairs. We are seated across from a few of Tomas’ business partners and their wives, high ranking members of the ton like ourselves. I let the men talk and for once I am grateful for it. If we women were to talk, I would have nothing kind to say to these women. In fact, I would surely say something to them that would get me smacked by the man on my arm.

My husband has never liked my sharp tongue. I figured that out quite quickly.

It had been less than twenty-four hours into our marriage, the morning after our wedding, our consummation, when he first struck me. He entered my bedchamber and was appalled that I was still nude from the night before. I asked him why he did not like my body, while he was ashamed of my nakedness when it was he that stripped me bare the night before. His response was to throw a nightgown at me and tell me to cover up. He said that no woman should be bare in daylight that is not a whore.

I refused to put the gown on.

And then he hit me.

From that moment, not even twenty-four hours after we had said our vows, I knew my marriage would never be one full of love.

We eat and the food is decent. The roasted chicken is flavorful and the vegetables have just enough crunch to be satisfying. Tomas does not allow me to drink the wine, but I long for it, just to help me get through the evening until I am safely alone in my room once more with only the company of a good book.

Unable to make eye contact with the women across from me, my gaze drifts further down the table and my breathing halts.

I hadn’t even realized he was here. I was so deep within my own thoughts and misery that I hadn’t taken account of who else was present with the exception of those seated across from us. He must have arrived after we did.

As if he can feel my eyes on him, his eyes swivel to mine.

Lord Cassian is dressed in all his finery and it suits him, strangely. He is always dressed finely, but I still imagine him as a man that is naturally a bit unkempt. I would like to see that version of him.

I give him a polite nod.

He returns the gesture.

I turn to Tomas to see if he notices my distraction but he is in an enthusiastic conversation with the man beside him — a man whose name I’ve forgotten. He must be important for some reason.

I try not to look back at Cassian, I truly do, but I can feel him staring. My thoughts drift back to our time in my carriage. Although the ride was short, there was more excitement in that ride than I’ve had with any man in years. Thankfully we arrived at his home before anything could have happened.

And I fear that if the ride had continued any longer, something would have happened. I know such a thing is blasphemy, but I cannot help but wonder what it would be like.

To be ravished by a man like Lord Cassian.

I look at him once more. His jaw is hard, his eyes dark, as if he knows the thoughts that are running through my mind. I reach for my glass of wine before I remember I do not have one, that my husband does not trust me to drink.

Realizing I’ve been locking eyes with a lord who is not my husband for far too long, I focus on my empty plate. Still, I can feel his gaze linger, can feel his eyes roaming my body, begging me to look his way. I do not, can not.

Suddenly, I feel like I cannot breathe. The room has grown too hot and I feel as if I am suffocating. Luckily, everyone around the table has begun to rise. I believe the owner of this home, whoever he is, has offered to show everyone something he deems extravagant. Tomas tells me to stay with the other ladies while he goes off to see this extravagant piece of uselessness and leaves me be.

I take the opportunity to get far, far away.

After sneaking through multiple winding hallways, I find myself outside and in the gardens. The early evening air is cool and welcoming as the sun begins its descent. I immediately find peace in the silence.

The silence evaporates too quickly.

“Lady Nesta, are you alright?”

I spin around to see, of course, Lord Cassian. He’s standing casually, with his hands clasped behind his back. He’s not smiling. In fact, he looks concerned.

“Yes, of course,” I reply, trying my best to remain unaffected. “You should return to the party.”

“The men have gone to see Lord Kallias’ new hunting trophies.” He shrugs and I want to laugh at how informal he seems. “I do not care to see such things. I care more to see how you are faring after looking so miserable for the past hour.”

I snort. “And here I thought I was good at hiding my emotions.”

“You are,” he says, with no hesitation. “I may have been paying more attention than the others.”

I’m blushing.

I hate myself for blushing.

Suddenly, I can feel his hand on my knee, my hand on his. I was foolish for touching him, for asking what I was about to ask that day in the carriage, but I find it hard to find regret.

I clear my throat. “I see.”

He takes a step toward me, then another, and I’m frozen in place.

“You should really go back inside, my lord,” I say, my hands drawing into fists at my sides to keep me grounded. “This is…”

“Inappropriate?” he supplies, stopping a mere foot away. “I mean nothing untoward. Besides, you and I were alone in your carriage just the other day and I do not recall you thinking that inappropriate.”

That may be true, but it quickly grew inappropriate once I wanted to rip off his clothes and mount him on the velvet bench.

Wonderful. Now that’s all I’m thinking about.

“I have changed my mind,” I say, quickly. “That and this are both inappropriate. Good day, my lord.”

He doesn’t move.

“I came out here to be alone,” I add.

He still doesn’t move.

Just as I’m about to yell at him, he says, ever-so-calmly, “He does not cherish you as he should.”

My back goes rigid. “Pardon me?”

“Your husband,” he says, as if he has any right to what he’s saying, as if it’s not blasphemy to be speaking to a married woman this way. “He does not cherish you. The entire dinner, he looked at you once, and the look he gave you was the same as if he was scolding a child.”

Anger fuels me. There must be a certain level of arrogance to make a man say such a thing. My shock-filled anger must show because he shrugs.

Shrugs.

“I apologize if you do not care for my opinion,” he says, “but I have never been one to hold my tongue.”

I cannot breathe. “You know not of what you speak.”

"And what is that?" he asks, that smirk remaining. "The truth? I know very well that I speak the truth. It is you that does not want to accept it."

My jaw aches from how hard it’s clenching. “I believe you are drunk, my lord.”

My hostile tone doesn’t sway him. In fact, it makes his eyes grow brighter. He thinks I’m joking. He must, or he wouldn’t be this ignorant.

“I may not be sober,” he confesses. “Although, I am far from drunk. Do I look drunk?”

No, he does not, but some people have a certain skill set for hiding their inebriation. Yet, he remains the perfect picture of a gentleman.

“Leave,” I order, and when he does not, I add, “Please. Do not make me beg.”

He does not falter. “I would not mind making you beg, Lady Nesta.”

I ignore the way my cheeks heat. “Lady Mandray is what you should refer to me as.”

“Is that the name you truly prefer?” he asks, and that humor dims, if only a little. He’s standing so close to me now that his scent is strong, overpowering me. Mint, with a hint of tobacco. “If so, it is what I will call you, but I fear you prefer Lady Nesta. Perhaps even just, simply, Nesta.”

Honestly, I’m surprised I’ve been able to control myself for this long. “You must stop speaking to me as if you know me,” I snap. “We do not know each other. You are no friend of mine. The way you are speaking to me is distasteful to say the least. I have never had to endure such an absurd conversation, much less from a member of high society. You should be ashamed of yourself, my lord, to embarrass yourself in front of a lady, to act a fool. If you will not leave me alone, then I shall leave you be.”

I go to take a step around him, but he steps in my path and our bodies nearly collide.

It’s annoying how he has a habit of doing that.

“Should I scream?” I whisper. It’s meant to be a threat, but my body feels like it’s on fire. “Cry out for help?”

“I have no intention of harming you,” he says, taken aback, as if the idea is ludicrous. I nearly feel bad for insinuating such a thing.

“No,” I say, and I mean it. “I know you would not.”

He swallows, and neither of us move.

“I will leave you alone,” he says, and his voice is low, reaching my very core. I can feel his breath on my face, the warmth, smelling like expensive red wine. “I apologize if I have overstepped. And you are right. I do not know you, not well, but I have seen glimpses of who you are and that woman is very different from the woman who I saw sitting at that dinner table, next to a man she seems to loathe. I know you well enough to know that you deserve better than a loveless marriage. That is all.”

“My lord—”

“Fogive me,” he breathes, and he sways forward as my breath catches.

I called him a fool but it is I who is the fool. I am foolish for wanting this man to kiss me, to touch me, to sweep me into his arms and make me feel something.

“There is nothing to forgive,” I say, and look from his welcoming lips to his eyes that are watching me so intently that I feel completely nude.

He leans in closer and the panic sets in.

“I am sorry,” I say, and my voice sounds pathetically broken. “I must go back before Tomas returns.”

As much as I wish to have this moment, long to have this moment, I cannot endure Tomas’ wrath nor can I bear to embarass both myself and my husband before all these guests. I may be foolish, but I am not that foolish.

Not now, not yet.

One look at me and Lord Cassian nods. There is no judgment in his gaze, there is only understanding.

This time, he bows, and meets my eyes once more before walking away.

“Goodbye, Nesta.”

I do not breathe again until he is completely out of sight.

#fanfic #acotar #fanfiction #nessian #acowar #acomaf #period au #regency au #19th century au

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jacenotjason · 1 month

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i know ive never really posted SDV content on here but i decided to steal back my aged-up au of Vincent, Jas, and Leo

I'm gonna go into more detail about what I mean by "steal back" down here, quick cw for gross shit:

When I first made the AU I was in contact with a person named SockNeverSleeps. I showed him the AU first and he offered to make a fanfic about it. I thought it was really cool but he horrifically mischaracterized the characters I had made.

The OG fanfic of them, (called "old enough to understand" I think) didn't contain any sexual themes but Sock did write an NSFW fanfic that he didn't post about them despite me making it very clear, and Sock making it clear in his fanfic, that they were underaged.

Anyways after Sock dropped off the face of the internet or something idc I stopped talking about the AU just because I was ashamed, I felt like I'd be called a thief if people thought I had taken the idea from Sock, but y'know after realizing Sock was a weirdo that regularly wrote rape fanfictions (and apparently lied about being a heroin addict??? idk) I decided to just take my shit back. Not my problem

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv fanart #stardew valley fanart #vincent sdv #vincent stardew valley #jas sdv #jas stardew valley #leo sdv #leo stardew valley

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ofduskanddreams · 9 months

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Reputation to Damage

For @itsthedoodle and @cassianappreciationweek day 4. The prompt: Nesta & Cassian know that there is a rumor among students about a relationship between a professor and a TA – what they don’t know, is that the rumor is about them.

Nessian �� Rated M ✦ 591 words ✦ on AO3

The locker room air is soupy with steam, smelling of mildew and a head-aching range of freshly applied deodorants. The combination always fills him with a familiar nostalgia. Truthfully, he doesn’t miss the non-stop life of juggling classes and a spot on Prythian University’s D1 hockey team. These weekly recreational games with his fellow grad students and a few members of the faculty are more than enough to scratch his itch to be out on the ice.

Cassian’s in the middle of tying his shoelaces when Rhys slumps down on the bench beside him.

“Have you heard the rumor going around about the liberal arts college?”

He has to resist rolling his eyes. Despite Rhys’s frequent protests to the contrary, he loves gossip.

“Rhys, as a member of the college I hear many rumors—you’ll have to be more specific.”

Though he’d initially planned on getting his undergrad degree in business, a required liberal arts credit and a class on the prehistoric evolution of weaponry had changed the course of his future. Now he is on track to do his dissertation as an interdisciplinary historic-anthropological exploration of East Asian weaponry in the middle ages.

“Apparently,” Rhys lowers his voice and leans in, “One of the professors is in a relationship with their TA.”

Cassian shrugs, a little disappointed in his best friend. “Every single semester there’s a rumor about a professor and a TA, man. That’s not exactly news.”

“The way I see it,” Rhys drawls. “With how frequently this rumor goes around, one of these times it must actually be true.”

“Sure,” Cassian indulges, zipping up his bag and standing.

Rhys follows him. “Why do I get the feeling you don’t believe me?”

Cassian leaves the locker room laughing.

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“Do you think anyone knows about us?” Cassian murmurs, lazily carding his fingers through Nesta’s hair.

He’s spent the whole day replaying Rhys’s words.

“I haven’t told anyone. Have you?” He feels Nesta stiffen slightly as she speaks, half-draped across him.

“Of course not,” he answers.

Nothing that they’re doing is technically against any rules, it’s just rather frowned upon. Cassian doesn’t care about that—what other people think of them if it were to get out. Nothing that feels this right could ever be wrong.

When Nesta doesn’t relax at the assurance, he goes on. “It’s just that silly rumor going around again. Rhys mentioned it earlier.”

Her responding hum vibrates up his sternum, then the silence stretches between them like a rubber band but Cassian doesn’t know what to say to cease the building tension.

After a long minute, Nesta sighs and pushes herself up on an elbow to look at him. “I’m not ashamed of us, you know. I care about you. If people found out, you would come under scrutiny. Academia is too small of a world and you’re just starting out. I don’t want to damage your reputation.”

“That’s kind of hard to do when I don’t have a reputation to damage,” Cassian huffs, but Nesta’s steely eyes narrow.

“But you will. Believe me. You need to give yourself more credit, Cass.”

And the way she’s looking at him like he’s worth something—worth believing in—like she feels the same things for him that he does for her, it’s enough to steal the breath from his lungs. But oxygen is mere frivolity compared to the feeling of Nesta’s lips parting in pleased surprise against his own, to the feeling of her palm over his too-rapid heart as she pushes him down into the mattress.

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tagging: @c-e-d-dreamer @moodymelanist @damedechance @iftheshoef1tz @areyoudreaminof @thelovelymadone @ablogofsapphicpanic @moonpatroclus @panicatthenightcourt @octobers-veryown @krem-does-stuff @talons-and-teeth

I had to guess when making this tag list because I've never actually posted a Nessian fic before lol. Please let me know if you wish to be added or removed from the tags :) I have another Nessian drabble coming later today.

#cassianappreciationweek2023 #nessian #nessian fanfiction #nessian fic #nesta x cassian #cassian x nesta #nesta archeron #cassian acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic #acotar drabble #kate's celebratory drabbles series

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luvrsux · 8 months

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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

❝ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒕 ❞

other chapters

➠┊word count: 5k

➠┊characters: trafalgar law, portgas d. ace, shachi, penguin, ikkaku, sabo {mentioned}

➠┊cw: ANGST, arguing, swearing, mentions use of smoking

➠┊modern au !!

𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒑

❛ you and law were dating for a while until aces party ends up ruining your relationship further down the line. after saying words you never meant, law ghosts you, leaving with you nothing but radio silence ❜

Law heard the annoyingly loud ringing of his vibrating phone to alarm him of the bright morning. He only gathered a couple hours of sleep, too little to be sustainable for the school day but that wasn't out of the ordinary. He flickered his loopy, steel eyes at what was disturbing him. With a groggy groan, he shut it off to give his ears some peace. He buried his head in his pillow to contemplate whether he should get ready to go to school or just continue rotting in bed. A slight flicker of your face passing down the public hallways flashed in his head to prevent him from getting ready even more. Law finally lived his head up before he could suffocate himself from his pillow.

“Damnit…”

If it weren’t for the sudden realization that Law had a Chemistry quiz today, he would’ve died in bed of his own thoughts. Now, he stood up straight from his bed and didn’t bother dressing up to impress. Usually, Law would take a good amount of time to get ready. Comb his hair, and put in any treatment in it to keep it in good condition. Spray on cologne and put on a fresh outfit he prepped the day before. All of that was completely turned on its own head, though. He just grabbed the nearest hoodie he could find and walked out with the jeans he slept with, too depressed to follow through with his daily routine.

On the way out to the cold outdoors, he finally scanned his eyes through any notifications he may have missed from his nighttime slumber. It was the usual; posts from Shachi, Penguin, and the rest of his group, useless notifications from apps he had, and scheduled reminders. Law exhaled and deleted all of them with a swipe. That is until he saw yours.

Your messages you’d sent that morning caught his eye. He stopped in his tracks and felt his heart sting while reading them, even before he read the actual text. Just your name on his glass screen alone was enough to make him recoil.

(F/N) - 5:55 AM

law can we please talk this out? i miss you

Law treated your messages like any other. One quick swipe and it was now eradicated from his notification list. He wasn’t proud nor alright with it. It pained him to do that movement with a single thumb, but he was still too ashamed to talk to you. The only way he was used to dealing with his emotions was by ignoring the problem. His past did quite the number on the way he perceives present relationships and friendships, but Law couldn’t find a way to fix it. Now was a crystal clear demonstration of his baggage.

You, on the other hand, sat in your car in front of the school gripping your phone with all your might. You’d never come to school this early, because who would? But you desperately wanted to see Law firsthand to finally talk to him after days of radio silence. You’d sent that text the moment you went out of your front door and yet you haven’t gotten an answer. It was apparent he was ignoring you, Law usually never took long to respond unless he was sleeping, studying, or playing. None of which were practical during this time.

You finally let go of the dry device and slouched in your driver’s seat. As time slowly crept, more cars began to pull into the driveway of the school’s premises. One of which was all too familiar. Your eyes caught a glimpse of its pull in dangerously next to you and you groaned.

“Ace, leave me alone”

The guy didn’t hesitate to lean against the top of your car to peek his smug little face into the window. As usual, he wore summer-like clothing in cold weather. The sight of it made you want to puke.

“Still nothing from your little boyfriend?” He asked, looking off to the side to see more people flood in.

“Nope… He’s definitely ignoring me” You let out a frustrated exhale, growing agitated then sad at his disappearance.

“Bummer…” Is all the jock could say. He could at least try to be sentimental, you thought. “Why are you here so early?” Continued, Ace.

“To catch that asshole since he’s pretending I don’t exist” You hissed, furrowing your eyebrows in annoyance. “I’ve been here for like an hour or two-“

“Now you’re being crazy”

Ace’s cut-off made you completely halt and slowly turn your fiery gaze towards him. You folded your arms and gave him the sassiest demeanor you ever could.

“Listen, me and Sabo-“

“Mostly Sabo…”

“…Said you should give him space until today to finally reach out again. You look insane” Ace gave you a glare at your interruption.

“It’s not my fault I love him, okay? He really does mean a lot to me…” You sigh, relaxing your angry, tensed-up body.

“I understand that… But don’t be surprised if he’s still ignoring you today. Give it time, idiot” Ace gave you a flick on the forehead, followed by a chuckle.

You rubbed the spot and restrained yourself from giving him a giggle to fuel his laughter. You just turned your body straight ahead.

“Please wear a jacket before you get cold”

“Seriously, is it really that cold out?”

・❥・

You finally set your gaze at Law in the middle of a transition in the halls. You couldn’t help but form an ecstatic grin from ear to ear by his presence. He hadn’t noticed you, as he was walking in a different direction. His direction was the total opposite of where you were destined to go, but you didn’t care. Your legs moved on their own and you immediately bolted to him. The backpacks and bodies of passing students couldn’t stop you from grabbing your hand on his arm, who then looked completely puzzled by you.

“Law, I’ve been looking for you everywhere I-“

You spoke with a beaming smile like this was the first time you’d reunited with him after years of absence. But those sorts of things end in him wrapping his arms around you, spinning you in circles, and blossoms of shared laughter to echo. This, though, ended in Law yanking his arm out of your grasp coldly and averting any sort of eye contact with you. You felt your smile collapse.

“Sorry, I’m gonna be late…” Is all you heard him say ever so deeply. He pushed passed you like you were just an ordinary student who had nothing to do with him. There you stood completely perplexed and ready to break down in front of the mass population of Grand Ocean.

Law felt pained the moment he separated your soft grasp, which he loved everything about, from his arm. He hated every moment of it, but showing his vulnerability was just as scary. He turned his head ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of you standing there like a lost puppy in the middle of an alleyway. He thought he’d break down right then and there at the sorrowful sight.

A ‘move it!’ was the very thing to continue on your path after you watched your boyfriend fade into the distance with watery eyes. You decided to do the very thing you never dared to do all year; skip class. The interaction made you lock yourself inside an empty bathroom and sob, tucking your legs to your chest while you sat on the germ-infested bathroom floor. You let out a few tears from your eyes, completely wallowing in utter defeat. Your hand felt the way Law snatched his sleeved arm away from you, and it broke your heart into a trillion pieces. Your light sobs echoed throughout the bathroom and you couldn’t be more relieved that the bathroom was isolated other than the presence of your own. Everything made you wonder about the future of your relationship. ‘Is he even my boyfriend anymore?’ ‘Is he going to break up with me?’ ‘Does he even love me?’ Everything cycled in your head like a whirlpool. All you could do was tuck your head into your arms and let out each tear left in your eyelids.

・❥・

The teacher's lecture was boring for each and every student in that classroom. No one ever really paid attention, aside from the small group of teacher's pets that had their obedient eyes glued on the projecting teacher. Law was certainly not one of them. He scribbled in his notebook while he had music blaring in his left ear, too depressed to focus on school. Occasionally, he’d tap the back end of his sculpted eraser on his notebook to the beat of his music and it could be clearly heard throughout the classroom but ever so faintly. Law’s soft, yet deep, humming could also be heard. The teacher didn’t hesitate to slam a wrinkled hand on his notebook. Law wasn’t phased, more so annoyed that his drawing time was disturbed by some underpaid grown adult. The classroom darted their eyes straight at him like birds of a feather.

“And why aren’t you paying attention, Trafalgar?”

Law had an itching peeve of people he wasn’t quite close with calling him anything other than Law. Considering this was a teacher and they had to be “professional”, it was inevitable. Though, it didn’t scratch away the entire mentality of it annoying him. He exhaled, dropping his drawing utensil on the desk to lay his back on his chair.

“Because your lesson is boring”

Law mumbled. Due to the sheer age of the teacher and the negative qualities coming with it, he raised an eyebrow with an angry expression. He pulled his ear towards the raven-haired boy, who wanted nothing but death upon everyone in the room.

“Say it louder for the class”

“Because your lesson is boring as hell!”

Law's loud, yet bold, statement made the students’ air out of their lungs squeeze out. Some even snickered and tried holding in fits of laughter. The teacher glared at Law with eyes that could kill, but he didn’t care. His dark circled eyes and unamused face said it all.

“Listen here, kid. Just because you have a high grade in my class doesn’t mean you can disrespect me”

He held a finger at Law’s face, who just eyed it up and down with the most disgusted face ever to be created. He pulled his head away from his finger. ‘I don’t know where that thing has been…’

“Yeah, whatever. Are you gonna kick me out now or what?”

Law couldn’t help but carve a cheap grin, and he swore he saw a vein pop out of his angry teacher's head. He pinched the bridge of his nose and was only capable of pointing to the door.

“Thanks… asshole”

Law slung his bag over his shoulder to waltz out of the classroom. Truth is, Law isn’t the type of person to disrespect or cause a scene in class. He thinks it’s embarrassing and completely unnecessary when teachers are only doing their jobs. You were the sole reason Law acted out of character. All his pent-up emotions were unfortunately dumped onto his teacher who had zero place in the entire tussle anyway. He felt his inked fingers grip the band of his backpack tighter now that all of his emotions came running back to him and nothing but guilt flowed through his veins. Law snatched his phone out of his pocket to message the two only people who could, unfortunately as he’d put it, make him feel better.

The Heart Band GC (law hates it here)

Law - 9:40 AM

yo whos available? shachi ik you’re there you do nothing in class

Penguin - 9:42 AM

present

Ikkaku - 9:42 AM

have a test, srry not srry :p

Law - 9:43 AM

ilyt ikkaku.

Shachi (Replying to: Law) - 9:43 AM

no need to expose me dick why what’s up

Law - 9:44 AM

I got kicked out of class, i need a breather ig

Penguin - 9:45 AM

is it bec of your gf?

Shachi - 9:45 AM

wow way to add salt to the wound

Law - 9:46 AM

yea ig so just meet me in the bathroom. no one around pls

Shachi - 9:47 AM

with pleasure

Penguin - 9:47 AM

roger

Law felt a bit relieved he finally got his comfort circle to be there for him. Law moved his legs toward the bathroom they had usually all gone to since the day they began high school.

・❥・

You were still tucked into the bathroom stall, more than 20 minutes “late” to class. You’d been completely dry of tears and have just been wallowing in the same spot to relax your breathing. Beside you, your phone vibrated enough times to grab your attention. You grumbled upon sliding your finger to answer the dumb jock that was quick to bother you.

“Ace, I’m bus-“

“Shut up, where are you?”

Ace’s cut-off made your voice hitch. You didn’t realize you could use his comfort until this very moment you were sulking on the grossly tiled bathroom floor. You choked back a few tears.

“I’m in the bathroom…”

Your voice was wobbly and far from discreet from the fact you’ve been pouring your eyes out. You heard Ace sigh.

“I knew there was something wrong”

“How?”

“Because you never skip class, duh”

You’d realize you had early morning gym with the guy himself and also realized he had an oddly good keen eye. The fact he was able to sense something was off about the fact you didn’t show up to class on time only surprised you for a few moments.

“Don’t tell me this is about Law”

The way he called you out felt like your eyes were ready to pour out freshly made tears. You swallowed a gulp in your mouth and blinked your eyelids to prevent anything from coming out.

“Yeah, sorta…”

“What happened? C’mon talk t’me”

Ace’s voice grew soft and quiet, oddly reassuring despite his failure to do it correctly. You sniffled before you could speak, but Ace was patient. He was there for you.

“I tried talking to him but he pushed me away… Like I’m just a stranger…”

Your voice was off-tone and distorted from your cries. Ace hummed.

“Dick move, I’ll be honest” Ace began. “But you have to remember he’s still probably hurt. Not justifying what he did at all, just saying he’s still in a vulnerable state”

“I know, I know… But still…”

You fondled your fingers with the strings of your jacket. You felt your lower lip fold in between your teeth to bite it, feeling a wave of tears coming down.

“What if we break up, Ace…?”

“Don’t be pessimistic…”

You paused.

“Law loves you. Dearly. Don’t even think about disagreeing with me or I will punch you. This is probably just a stump in the road” Ace’s words did help you calm down quite a bit, which was rather foreign.

“And… If the slim chance that does happen, I’m sure you’ll eventually be reunited after” Ace stating that possibility made a hand squeeze your gut.

“But I’ll be here for you every step of the way, (F/N). Promise” You heard Ace carve a smile through his voice.

“Where would I be without you, Ace”

“Probably dead”

You two share a small fit of laughter. That phone call you once dreaded became the very thing to place a smile on your face. You couldn’t have asked for a better brother-figure.

“Cheer up. And come to class, Newgate is yelling at me about you”

“Yeah, yeah… Be there in a sec’” You smiled. Ace hummed and disconnected the line between the two phones.

You exhaled and felt finally a tad bit better than before. The confidence to leave soon accompanied your relaxed state and you walked your body towards the gym where you were assigned to be.

・❥・

“C’mon guys, we’re in school and it’s only 10 AM”

Law swatted the earthy-scented smoke away from his face almost made him cough, which would be the sole reason for them getting caught. Shachi and Penguin shared one roll and averted their eyes to the black-haired boy who had his arms crossed.

“Didn’t… You say you needed a breather, though?” Penguin reminded, pointing the smoking roll towards his friend.

“Yeah, just to talk and calm down. If I wanted to smoke I would’ve just gone to my car, idiot” Law pinched his temple, only to receive a dumbfounded shrug by his brunette friend.

“What happened?” Shachi blew a puff of smoke upward, flooding around in the bathroom before it faded away unlike the scent. Law exhaled in annoyance.

“Th’teacher just annoyed the shit outta me, and (F/N) tried talking to be earlier” Law explained.

“So… What pissed you off more?” Shachi asked, receiving a nudge from the guy beside him.

“What do you think?” He hissed. Penguin just exhaled and turned his eyes from the redhead to Law.

“Did you talk to her?” He asked.

Law just paused for a moment before saying anything. He wanted to say yes because he wished he could hold you and speak to you again, but that was a fantasy he created in his brain. He just averted eye contact.

“No, I didn’t”

“Why?” Shachi coughed before covering his mouth with his arm to muffle it. Penguin quickly shushed him before they’d get in deep hell for smoking.

“Because… I’m just not ready” Law wasn’t entirely lying, more so leaving out major bits and pieces that he wasn’t quite comfortable in saying just yet.

“When do you think you’ll be ready?” Penguin asked an oddly great question while being intoxicated. Law felt stumped for a moment. While he thought about it for a few seconds, the two friends just puffed and passed.

“Not sure… I don’t even know what I wanna do with my relationship itself” Law tan his tan fingers through his hair from stress.

“Do you wanna break up with them?”

“No!”

Law snapped at Shachi which caused him to lightly flinch and be completely taken back. Law realized his small outburst.

“No… I don’t… But I’m still angry at them” Law exhaled.

“But it seems like they’re pretty determined to talk to you and fix everything. You can’t keep running away” Penguin handed whatever was left of the burning roll to Shachi to keep. He seemed to be pretty focused on this conversation.

“I know, I know but I feel like if I talk to them, I’ll just have an outburst. They’re the most stubborn person I know” Law grumbled, reminding himself of the many moments you were stubborn towards him.

“Takes one to know one, just sayin’” Shachi snickered.

“Get high and shut up” Penguin hissed. “Anyway, talk to them soon. How long has it been since you spoke to them”

Law averted eye contact out of embarrassment once again. He felt like an asshole for ghosting you for two days straight.

“Since the party-“

“Jesus-! Law, they’re gonna break up with you first before you even get the chance to think about it”

Penguin snapped at Law and all he could do was hide his face in his iconic hat out of embarrassment. Shachi watched with a snickering laugh, which eventually drew two menacing glares at his way.

“Talk to them after school. I’m sure they’ll understand your feelings” Penguin tried to give Law a reassuring smile, which he knew he secretly liked.

“Fine. I’ll try…”

“Good”

Shachi then burst out in a fit of hoarse coughing. The accumulated smoke eventually caught up to him and both of his friends tried to suffocate the loud noises. Law tried shushing him while Penguin shoved a hand over his mouth. Shachi began flailing his arm around to push Penguin off of him before he could suffocate him but to no avail. They tried everything and anything to prevent the redhead from giving away their “break”

“You done? You done dying?” Penguin asked. Shachi nodded vigorously with angry eyes. With that, Penguin chuckled while removing his hands. Shachi began hyperventilating dramatically.

“If my coughing didn’t kill me, you would’ve. Dick.”

“You two are idiots…”

・❥・

You sling your bag over your shoulder as you, rather quickly, walk outside of the school. You had quite the emotional day and you’ve never wished to be in bed so badly in your life. The brisk cold air made your nose and cheeks more vibrant. You felt your hair slightly shift its position when the wind hit it. You were dreading the blistering winters on coming.

As you walked to your car, you saw a figure leaning against it, facing away from you. You felt a fiery sense build up in your system thinking it was a total stranger, but that hat and those printed fingers were not foreign to you. After slowing down your tracks for a moment, you didn’t hesitate to make your way to your nonchalant boyfriend.

“Law?”

Is all you could say. He perked his head up to the grey sky above before landing his steel eyes back at you. They were still cold and empty, and it absolutely petrified you. He hummed before speaking.

“Let’s talk in my car. Yours is too open” Law demanded. You blinked.

“Are you-“

“Just c’mon, (F/N)-ya”

You felt Law grab your arm and yank your entire body away from your vehicle. His grip wasn’t tight, but enough to hold you down when you objected. The more you thought this would extend the time to arrive home, the more angry you got. Law finally talking to you was nice, but after he blatantly ignored you made you angry at him as time passed.

You angrily plopped in the passenger seat while Law sat right beside you behind the noir wheel. After the doors slammed in sync, you two stared off into the distance in silence. The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. The only thing that was audible was the faint breathing coming from the both of you. Law adjusted his seat and placed a finger by his lips.

“You gonna say something or keep sitting there in silence” Law finally slashed straight through the menacing silence. You whipped your head at him with baffled eyes.

“Real funny coming from the guy that ghosted me for days” You folded your arms and leaned your back against the car door. Law rubbed his temple.

“Right, ‘cause I’m the bad guy for wanting space” He snapped back. Your brain could not comprehend the absolute sass and, as you’d say, bullshit he was spewing.

“Yes, absolutely, because you didn’t have the common courtesy to tell me you wanted space!”

“Why should I when you know what you did?”

Law had a sarcastic smile on his face which only fueled your anger towards him more. It was all giving you deja vu.

“Y’know what, fine. What do you want me to say?” You exhale.

“An apology”

“An apolog-? Are you serious, Trafalgar?”

Hearing his first name, which you’d never use, come out of your mouth made Law flinch. He wasn’t used to it and, given his sudden anger by your stubbornness, it made him angry.

“Deathly serious, (F/N). Absolutely deathly” Law said with, yet, another sarcastic smile.

“You don’t think I deserve an apology? You just acted like I was some background character in the hallway”

“Can you please just realize I’m the one hurt here?”

You lowered your guard when Law finally whipped at you with teary eyes. It was like he finally had enough and wanted you to see what you’ve been doing to him. The sight made your heart shatter, more than it already has.

“Law, I’m also hurt. I missed you so much-“

“Then you should’ve thought about that when you chose Ace over me”

“Wha-? I did not choose Ace over you, Law”

Your anger was quick to come back which only caused anger to birth from Law as well. It wasn’t long until the two of you were yelling at each other. So loud that the car couldn’t conceal the noise anymore. You realized why Law chose his secluded vehicle instead of your more explicit one. You knew once this was over, you and Law's voice would be tainted and worn out.

“Law, what’s even your problem!? I told you he’s just a brother to me, okay? I know what I did was off the rails but you ignored me for days on end and-… You don’t understand, I was worried sick!”

“You don’t understand!” Law pointed a finger at you, which was the instant thing that made you shut up. You heard his voice slightly break, him on the verge of tears once again. His angry, fiery demeanor seemed like it was doused in water. He was all out of anger and filled with sorrow.

“(F/N), I never wanted to be this close with someone again because the last time I loved someone this much he…” Law felt a tear trickle down his cheek, only causing yours to follow.

“He’s fucking dead. And I love you, so… So fucking much. This isn’t even about that idiot jock anymore, this is about the fact I can’t stand how much I love you”

Law grabbed your hand with his and held it tenderly. You couldn’t hold back the waterfall building up in your eyes any longer, and neither could Law. You were speechless.

“I can’t stand how even after you did that I still love you so much. I didn’t want to talk to you because I was scared of what you might think if I was vulnerable…”

You felt the grip on your hand grow tighter.

“I can’t, (F/N). I can’t. We’re yelling at each other like an angry married couple in my car because we’re too stubborn to admit defeat”

You felt the grip on your heart grow tighter.

“But believe me when I say I’m still angry at you. So. Fucking. Angry. And this is why…”

Law inhaled and stared at you deep in your red, sad eyes. Seeing them only made him more hurt and his entire heart fell in shambles.

“This is why I can’t be with you anymore. I just… Things will only get worse from here” He let go of your hand.

“What? No, no, no”

The words coming out from his lips felt unreal to you. You thought, based off of what Ace told you earlier, that you and Law would be happy again. Not back to strangers who now hate each other. You regretted anything and everything that caused those words to form out of his mouth. The moment you felt his tender grip loosen, you felt like you lost absolutely everything.

“We’re supposed to grow together, not apart. This is just a stump-“

“Yeah, well clearly it didn’t work out” Law stared straight forward while you did the opposite. You kept your sad gaze on him meanwhile Law seemed to be out of sorrow. His eyes were puffy but out of tears. He held a hand over his mouth and lightly rubbed it.

“Are you serious…?”

Law just shut his eyes and hummed all while nodding slowly. You stared in disbelief, hoping that this was just some sick nightmare. Something you could wake up and forget it was even real—but nothing. It was the harsh, cruel reality of laughing at you.

“It’s been fun”

“‘It’s been fun’? Is that all you can say to me after dumping me for some small issue? I can’t even believe you right now-“

“Then leave”

His words sent you straight back to the day this whole thing started. He even tried giving you the same cold, unloving look as well. You were suddenly slipped into Law’s shoes and you felt heartbroken. You felt your lip quiver and your eyes ready to dump yet another huge load of tears of the day. You snatched your bag with all your might.

“Fuck you, Law”

Law took those words more personally than he displayed. After he heard the harsh slam of the passenger door and watched you disappear, that’s when he finally finished sobbing out the rest of his tears.

Truth be told, Law only came off as rude as he did because he knew it was best. If he had stayed truthfully sentimental, he knew you would’ve tried to stay and talk it out. He didn’t want you to carry more baggage from him anymore. It soon made him realize Law was more insecure than he initially thought, only making him feel way worse. Bolting out of the car, grabbing your hand, and saying he took back every word was something Law could only fantasize about. Instead, he gripped the steering wheel while he soiled the middle of it with his sad tears. He never dreamed of letting you go, but here we are.

You, on the contrary, were angrier than ever by his reaction. You didn’t hesitate to zip out the school premises because if you hadn’t, someone was going to be decimated. Although, halfway down your trip, that anger slithered its way into sadness. You were surprised you made it home in one piece because of your altered vision. Instead of procrastinating in your car, as usual, you sobbed until your lungs gave out. This wasn’t planned out, you never planned for this to happen. It was just a minor overthinking possibility, but you never prepared for it to actually happen. You didn’t know a single thing to do moving forward besides cry out for him to come back.

And that’s exactly what you did for as long as you can remember.

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