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honeesucker · 1 year

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Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count: 4,244

Series Content Warnings: Slow start... Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut™ (will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).

Chapter Warning: just some good ole KirixBaku intimacy / softness in this one.

*Not proofread.

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Bakugo had spent the better part of the next three days after leaving the rescue facility overthinking everything – the layout of his apartment would need to be changed, for instance – made to be safer for a hybrid in a new environment until they adjusted, and also just add things for the hybrid to share in their new home – switching out his office to give the hybrid their own room (Bakugo read that having their own space is important from a mental health perspective, in general for anyone, even more so when healing from trauma). He had already cleared out the spare room, adjusting his own to fit the scant amount of a home office he had to leave the room bare, Bakugo wanted to make sure the hybrid could feel free to choose their own furniture, to fill the room with things they liked and wanted... wanted to make sure that whoever he brought home felt comfortable.

Whoever, Bakugo mused, while an image of you snuggled into Kirishima made his heart clench tightly. That night he had wrapped up the tour and ended up in the common room to see the sight of you curled between his friend and the wolf hybrid... it did something to him – called to some part of him instantly in a way he had never known before... more than his innate desire to protect citizens as a Pro Hero – no, this was something deeper than that. His night was spent tossing and turning in and out of daydreams that bore your face, imagining more of a life than Bakugo knew to hope for – firstly because in his heart his greatest fear being that he wasn’t worthy of safety, of love, of comfort or anything else in a similar vein... he had been an absolute explosive shithead of a child, and while he grew from his experiences, he knew he was still as brash and sharp-edged as ever and his relationships with others over the years bore witness to that truth. The only exception being Kirishima – whose quirk hardened him to the world, and whose soft heart and unending perseverance lent him an upper hand with Bakugo... everything else after that came easy between them as it always had since they were kids, as their relationship grew and transformed into what it was today.

Bakugo’s second fear being one that had him worrying his teeth against the skin of his bottom lip all night until the fragile skin tore, the copper taste of his blood turning his mouth sour – would you want to come home with him? He knew one of the introductory processes in the rehabilitation program was to match the hybrid with the person, and within that list of candidates was a choice: the hybrid held the final say in whether or not they wanted to be placed with whomever met the qualifications and requested their placement with them.

Bakugo didn’t get to introduce himself to you that night, TetsuTetsu had carried your sleeping form back to your room after another ten minutes or so when the tour had ended and Bakugo had given a gentle shake to Kirishima’s shoulder. Kirishima – who observed a new look on his friend's face – watched as Bakugo watched you; his ears and cheeks were a dusty shade of pink, his eyes softer than he had ever seen them as his friend’s crimson eyes watched you disappear down a hallway.

Bzzzzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzztttt. Bzzzzzzzzzztttt.

Bakugo froze at the sound of the harsh vibration from his phone jarring the silence of his apartment and tearing him out of the hole his thoughts were digging him into. The device sat on the shelf by his entryway where he dropped it after coming in from his morning run, the gentle melodic tinkling sounds of his ringtone being drowned out by the phone’s assault of the wooden surface. He nearly blasted himself to his entryway and saw an unknown number on his caller ID, normally he would let it go to voicemail but a tug in the back of his mind was urging him to answer.

“Hello?” Bakugo answered, and was met with a quick reply. “Yes, hello – I am calling for a Mr. Katsuki Bakugo?”

“Yeah, you got him - whad’ya want?” Bakugo was used to randoms getting his number and was always prepared to handle anything... anything but the unexpected reply that came from the other end of this call.

“I’m sorry to bother you Mr. Bakugo but after careful consideration I wanted to extend the good news that you have been approved for a hybrid license through the rehabilitation program and are free to come in anytime to discuss next steps.” Bakugo froze on the spot, phone nearly dropping out of his sweaty palm. “Mr. Baku-?” Bakugo cut off the query.

“I’m here, sorry,” his mumbled reply came through, “my schedule is open. I would like to come as soon as possible.” Bakugo’s mind went blank as he made his way through the rest of the conversation on autopilot. He had an appointment the following morning to head back to the facility to begin his classes, as well as move forward in the decision of which hybrid would suit him after meeting those they gathered based on his lifestyle.

Bakugo’s finger slipped across the screen as the call ended, typing a quick “Come over, please” to who he needed the most right now. A reply chimed backed but Bakugo didn’t look at his screen to read the message, just felt his body slip down the wall, his butt landing on the bench in his entryway. He didn’t know how much time had passed before he heard the melodic beeping of the keypad entry to his home being pressed and soon the door pushed opened to revealed an out of breath Kirishima. Kirishima, whose eyes went wide with worry as he made his way further into Bakugo’s home, closing and locking the door behind him before heading over to where his friend sat, pulling him up by his arm and leading him to the living room to plop down onto the large, plush couch. Kirishima seated himself behind Bakugo, who rested his head against the larger man’s chest, tucked under a massive arm.

“Wanna talk about it?” Kirishima finally vocalized, breaking the silence as he traced gentle random patterns on Bakugos exposed skin around his neck and shoulders, occasionally bringing his hand up to card large fingers through soft blonde hair. A quiet “Mm” was the only reply he received and he just nodded, continuing to provide what comfort he could until Bakugo could settle his thoughts and speak clearly. “Did you get denied from the program?” Kirishima was afraid to ask, but he needed to help Bakugo navigate whatever feelings he was having and knowing the explosive blonde, his anxiety was eating away at him as the silence continued on.

“No,” Bakugo finally answered. “I was approved for the hybrid license and have an appointment tomorrow to move forward with classes and introductions...”

“That’s great news, isn’t it Kats?” Kirishima’s tone was gentle and even, navigating a conversation when he was unsure of the blonde’s feelings; a grumble sounded against his chest with a soft vibration. “What’s got you worrying?”

“M’scared,” Bakugo mumbled against Kirishima’s chest, “what if I never get better? What if I fuck up and cause the hybrid more trauma? If I can’t control myself and hurt them with my quirk, or yell too loud... what if no hybrid at the center wants to go home with me?” Kirishima’s head was swimming with Bakugo’s rapid-fire questions and all he could think to do was squeeze his large arms around the blonde (Kirishima knew that deep pressure therapy was helpful with some anxiety attacks) and pressed his lips against the top of the blonde’s head, drinking in the clean smell that he had come to know so well. Eventually Kirishima felt Bakugo relax in his arms fully, body going limp as each muscle, each limb, relaxed.

“You can always ask for help when you’re doubting anything, Kats – you know I will drop everything to be there for you,” Kirishima started, going back to his earlier motion of tracing random patterns on Bakugo’s skin. “You will definitely have to be careful of how you act and react around a new hybrid, but I’m not worried about anything like you are – it's gonna work out a lot better than you think,” a gentle hum of a reply sounded, “and I’m sure you’ll find yourself surprised at how many hybrids would be happy to go home with you, and the center is super good at matching people with most unusually perfect hybrids... TetsuTetsu wasn’t my first choice, I worried over how similar we were at first but it all came together perfectly, and you’ve witnessed that,” Bakugo’s mind was still swimming, but the electrified panic that had set alight to his blood was quelled for now between Kirishima’s calm dissection of his worries, and the feel of his fingers over his skin and the steady thump thump thump of Kirishima’s heart beating rhythmically against Bakugo’s ear.

It wasn’t long before Kirishima heard a small snore from Bakugo and smiled down at the way his face softened in his relaxed state. His mind mulling over how this intimacy between them was something Kirishima held dearly to his heart – sure they were close friends at UA, Bakugo often opening up to Kirishima more and more over the years, though nowhere near as much as he does now – actually asking for help – and they’ve also found comfort in each other physically through their natural chemistry and need for intimacy given their isolating lifestyles as they aged. Kirishima pulled the soft black throw Bakugo had draped on the back of the couch and pulled it over the blonde as he settled in, continuing to trace patterns along his back as the gentle thump of his heart and soft snores lulled him off to sleep as well.

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Kirishima awoke to the sounds of shuffling, and quiet clinks of glass when he opened his eyes to see Bakugo in the kitchen, black sweats hung low on his hips, hair still damp and lying flat around his head. Bakugo was sipped from a coffee mug as he scrolled through his phone.

“Coffee is ready,” Bakugo mumbled out, a yawn threatening to escape as he took another sip. “Y’also didn’t have to stay with me Red, would’ve been fine.” Kirishima stretched, long limbs taking up space in Bakugo’s living room as he stood and made his way to the kitchen for the steaming coffee.

“TetsuTetsu is with Denki, and as fine as I know you’d be you still shouldn’t have to be alone at a time like that,” Kirishima stated simply, and Bakugo appreciated it – knowing the red-haired Hero always meant what he said, never having to worry if his emotions, his worries, were too burdensome on his friend, or if he wasn’t worth the effort. Kirishima was a good person but he was also honest, didn’t waste his time or say things he didn’t mean – something Bakugo could always count on to reassure him. “Want me to go with you to the rescue facility today? I could call off patr-” before Kirishima could even finish Bakugo was shaking his head and protesting.

“Nah,” he said, “I’ll be okay to go it alone today and don’t need you slacking on patrol either – it's shitty enough with me being out.” Bakugo’s frustration on being put on leave with light-duty was evident but Kirishima only nodded, knowing when to reply with words and when Bakugo was just looking to get something out.

“Alright - I better get going then but shoot me a text when you wrap up and we can meet up after,” Kirishima said, stepping close to press a quick kiss to Bakugo’s temple as he set his coffee cup down on the counter behind him. “I mean it, Kats, send the damn text or you’ll find me at your door come the end of my shift.” Bakugo only snorted, cocked eyebrow and smirked as Kirishima returned the look with his own wide smile, before stepping into the entryway and grabbing his shoes and keys. “You’ll do great, Bakugo!”

The silence that enveloped the apartment after Kirishima shut the door left Bakugo with an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, the heavy lead weighing him down as he swallowed hard, rubbing his palms on his sweats as he made his way to his room to get dressed and make the drive via cab out to the rescue facility.

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It was within the hour that Bakugo found himself back in front of the large expanse of greenery and sleek architecture that was the Musutafu Hybrid Rehabilitation Center. His anxiety still a heavy weight tied to the bottom of his heart, dragging painful minutes by as he made his way through the automatic doors, and was greeted by the same employee who was there the last time he visited for his initial interview.

“Ah, Mr. DynaMight!” The cheery voice greeted, a bright smile accompanying it. “So happy to see you back with us! The Director is waiting for you in the same conference room as last time, just down the hall there and to your left – did you need me to walk you there?”

“Nah,” Bakugo managed, starting to turn his body. “I got it, thanks.” Hina, Bakugo recalled, was just as cheery with his short reply and waved him off as she called after him to seek her out if he needs any assistance. Bakugo found the conference room easily enough, even after years of taking damage to his head in more ways than one, his mind and memory were still sharp. Bakugo knocked twice before hearing a soft Come in, and opened the door to see the Director thumbing through some paperwork before she set it down and welcomed him in with a warm smile.

“Mr. Bakugo, so happy to see you again so soon,” she started, motioning the blonde to take a seat opposite her. “I was just finalizing the schedule for classes you need to participate in regarding this rehabilitation program, as well as what is required by our facility’s standards to ensure our hybrids are entering the right home with the right fit in an adopter. I have sent you an email a moment ago that provides a login for you to watch most of the informational teachings we require via an online classroom where you’d still be in touch with an instructor who will go over the information provided and how it relates to your hybrid ownership as well as the few in-person classes we require here at the facility. I have also arranged for you to join us as we’re hosting an informative event today, so it’ll be good for you to see a variety of our hybrids as well as have time to interact with them and get more of a sense of what we do here as well.”

Bakugo and the Director had an easy chat as she led him down to the other side of the building, where he recalls being last time, where they were holding the informative open house with hybrids, staff and public alike. He already heard a gentle thrum of a musical beat, accompanied by the white noise of people talking before he rounded a corner to see the brightly lit room filled with people and hybrids alike. They door to the outdoor courtyard was also open, the fresh garden air pushing in and comingling with the scent of pastries from a food table a few feet away from the doors. Bakugo swallowed, palms clamming up at the sight of so many people, but as he and the Director walked through the crown, her even stopping to speak to a few people, no one seemed to spare Bakugo more than a lingering glance before their attention was moved back to the original subject. The director bid Bakugo goodbye as she was needed elsewhere in the event, but said he could stick around and engage as much as he liked before setting off.

What felt like an eternity, but after a quick glance at his watch only turned out to be an hour and a half, of Bakugo moving about the room, engaging with the different setups and the information they were providing – he even entered a raffle for prizes he didn’t look closely enough at the list to see – Bakugo found himself with a soft piece of sweet milk bread in his hand as he headed out to the garden to get away from the noise and crowd.

He had just seated himself on a short stone wall, a perfect height for a makeshift bench to lounge on, and taken the first bite of his bread before he felt a small pressure against his back on the lower right side, before he heard a soft sniffling sound. His initial instinct was to blast first, ask questions later but as his palm popped and sparked with the sudden contact on his back he decided just to turn around and intimidate with looks.

What Bakugo didn’t expect was to see you.

You in all your tiny glory compared to him. Soft, plush tail swishing behind you slowly as you continued to nose at his jacket, unknowingly being watched with a quirked brow from the blonde, admiring the soft little points of your ears atop your head – as straight as he had ever seen ears short of those that were cropped – which yours didn’t appear to be. He wanted to reach out and touch them but didn’t want to spook you from... whatever it was that you were doing right now.

It was with one final sniff you decided to look up, tail having picked up to wag at a faster pace before your eyes met his, and instantly your whole body went rigid. Tail frozen, eyes wide.

“M’sorry,” it came out so fast Bakugo almost didn’t register you said a real word, “smelled like Red.”

“Red?” Bakugo parroted, before it hit him. “Big guy, red hair?”

You nodded slowly, wanting to take a step back from the stranger but something about the smell he gave off beneath the familiar scent of Kirishima made you stay close, taking in small huffs of air, Bakugo’s sharp eyes noticing the tiny bunny-like twitches of your nose.

“He’s a friend of mine,” Bakugo wanted to keep this interaction going, for reasons beyond his rationality, he wanted you to stay, “he was at my house this morning so it probably still smells like him a lot, hm?”

“Friend,” you parroted back to him while nodding, a little lost in thought. “TetsuTetsu’s’a friend of Red.”

“You like that annoying wolf, huh?” Bakugo chuckled at the way you gave a comically flat smile with a nod.

“Yeah, kinda decided we were friends before I did,” Bakugo just nodded, carmine eyes watching you closely as he tried to keep his pounding heart under control.

“Sounds like him,” Bakugo muttered with a dry laugh and watched as you hopped up onto the concrete wall next to him before hopping back down onto your feet, you were going between looking at him and the ground as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, tiny little canines poking over in a way that made you look like a little cartoon vampire.

“Can I sniff?” You finally said, and Bakugo’s brain short-circuited for a moment, not expecting that to be what came out of your mouth next. He didn’t fully know what you meant to sniff, but he simply nodded, taking any excuse to extend this meeting. Your tail gave away your emotions as it swished quickly behind you, the air making a soft whooshing noise in the fluffy fur. You stepped forward slowly before you found yourself pressing into Bakugo’s side, nosing along the front of his shift before you hit his armpit, scrunching your nose at the strong musk that surprised you with how pleasant it actually was. Bakugo stayed completely still as he eyed you, watching as you eventually made your way across the top neckline of his shirt, cold nose occasionally touching the skin of his throat, and then you did something unexpected – you picked up his hand and held his palm to your nose as well. “Hm,” was all you said every so often, sometimes quick and concise like you were confirming something, and other times it was a gentle hum like you were trapped in a faraway thought.

“Smelling for bombs, pup?” Bakugo finally broke the silence as you turned his hand over in your own, nosing at his wrist with one final huff. You not catching onto the joke the explosive hero made because you appeared to have zero idea who he was.

“M’not,” you said, plopping yourself down into the grass at Bakugo’s feet as you looked up at him with bright eyes, and a careful smile. “You smell like something I’ve smelled before but I can’t remember what.” Bakugo’s blood pressure nearly skyrocketing when he caught the whispered end of your comment, “smell safe.” He didn’t totally catch on to what you meant by saying that, but the fact you said ‘safe’ as a word synonymous with him, or at least his smell, made his chest puff up a little. The garden courtyard had darkened a little as the sun dipped below the roof, casting long shadows across the grass though you were still plopped in the last chunk of light.

“Should you be back inside with everyone?” Bakugo asked, afraid that him bringing it up would cause you to leave before he was ready but he had nothing else to say that wouldn’t come off totally insane.

“Don’t really like being around so many people,” you said, pulling fistfuls of grass up as you spoke. “Hana said it would be good for progress but if socialization means crowds, I don’t want it.”

“Who’s Hana?” Bakugo questioned.

“Counselor,” you said, “she’s always mine when I come back.” Bakugo stopped in his questioning tracks as that seemingly innocuous sentence hit him. When you come back. You said it so simply, like the regularity of your return was expected at this point for you.

“Do you like coming back?” Bakugo asked, careful to treat in this unknown space with you.

“Ah,” you eyed him sheepishly, before refocusing back on the grass you were gouging up from the ground. “I don’t mind being here because everyone is nice even when I’m not,” he watched the corner of your lips quirk up in a small smile, but your eyes looked so sad. “I would rather just stay here if I'll always end up coming back.”

“Would you give going away another try if it happened?” Carefully.

You eyed him, not with suspicion or anything else, just took in the way he was watching you, the careful tone of his voice. “Red has TetsuTetsu, so he can’t have me.” You said it in such a way that Bakugo was left stunned for a moment before he recognized what you were saying beneath that.

“Would you want to go to a place where you see Red and TetsuTetsu more?” Carefully.

He watched as your brows furrowed, taking in his question for what it was before answering, “mm, that would be nice.”

Bakugo was going to ask one final question before both of your attentions turned to the open facility doors where a staff member was calling out for you.

“There you are, little puppy!” The girl’s sing-songy voice grated in Bakugo’s ears but you just jumped up and dusted yourself off, the girl at the door stating it was time for your dinner, calling to the events end as well. You had turned to watch as Bakugo stood, towering over you.

“Thank you,” you had started your walk back to the door, when Bakugo had called back what you were thanking him for, “for letting me sniff you.”

“Anytime, Pup.” Bakugo’s heart was crashing against his chest wall as he watched you retreat inside, thinking what a weird thing to be thanked for, but the fact that he provided you with something that it seemed you wanted, he was only happy to oblige.

He had made his way inside where the Director was saying goodbyes to some people making their way out, and directing staff to put things away a certain way before he spotted Bakugo and smiled her bright smile at him.

“Mr. Bakugo, glad to see you still here!” She beamed, in between her interaction with Bakugo she was barking out orders like a good leader does. “Did you find anything enlightening at the event?”

“I did,” Bakugo started, telling her all he had done that afternoon, the information that surprised him and even his impromptu raffle entry to which the Director gave a surprised smile. That made Bakugo wonder what the hell he signed up for before he caught sight of a familiar tail walking down a long hallway. “I did want to speak with you, Director,” Bakugo rushed out, nodding his head to get the Director’s attention down the hallway where you and the staff girl from earlier were. “I would like to know more about that hybrid in particular.”

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honeeslust · 7 months

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Mahito | I’m your boyfriend now

18+ only

🖤 TW: non con, blood, death!!

🖤 WC: +1k

🖤 I see y’all whispering about him and since shes a lil demented…

🖤 Scenario: Mahito finds you lonely and stranded in the train car during in shibuya.

Rushed and sloppy, I had a bad day, 👉🏾👈🏾

“ Oh what’s this?” A tall pale stranger with a model's face comes toward you. His shirtless physique dripping with blood, his salaciously long tongue licked the corner of his mouth as he stooped to your eye level. “ you’re a cute one what’s your name?” He asked, extending his hand. “ I’m y/n.” You smiled sweetly hoping he wouldn’t add you to the rest of the scattered bodies lying around you. Hesitantly you reached for his hand. Excited by your nervous shy smile, he beams at you, that lewd tongue slipping out over his lips. “ Were you here alone?” He asked helping you to your feet. “ No, I was with my boyfriend.” “ oh, is he here with us now?” He boasted gesturing to the carnage at his feet. “ no, he ran off and left me.” You said playing with the hem of your skirt. “ aww, that’s too bad. Tell you what. I’ll be your boyfriend.” You were confused and offended. “ I don’t know you.” You spat crossing your arms. He looked back and forth dramatically “uhh, what’s your point?” “ My point is, I don’t know you. You can’t just be my boyfriend.”

“ Oh but I can,” you watched in shock and horror as he shifted his form trying on a few faces of the men that you recognized lying on the floor of the train car. “Stop, that’s so distasteful.” This makes him laugh. “Distasteful?, you’re funny, I like you.” He smiled a smile that wasn’t his as he moved toward you. He reached for the hem of your shirt, tugging lightly “ I’m your boyfriend now, which means I get to have you“ Have me?” You blushed, alone, afraid, and aroused. His breath fanned your neck making your body shiver delightfully. Every little pulse of your heartbeat could now be felt between your legs that you clenched shut trying to simmer your purring kitten. He noticed this and took a stray tendril of your hair around his finger. “ I’m kind of nervous too, this being our first date and all.” He leaned in close and the itchy bearded face of whomever's poor soul brushed against your face. causing you to flinch. “ wait,” you said gently, hoping not to unsettle him. “ I-, I think I’d prefer your actual face please.” “ Well then,” he smiles and snaps his fingers. You shudder watching the rippling flesh as it warped with bone and muscle grotesquely shifting places inside his body. Settling into his original form, he grabbed for you. “ No, sir- please I can’t.” You sobbed helplessly letting the stranger feel you up. So indecent he was. Tearing your top down so your pretty tits could bounce free. All you’d done is smile at him and the patch faced entity was serious about being your boyfriend so he could have his way with you. He smacked his perfect lips together “Aww but please, you’re just scared, just give me a chance … and call me Mahito, sir seems so formal, yeah?” “ sir.. erm I mean Mahito, this is my point, I’ve only just learned your name, so you can’t be my boyfriend. ok.” He stood, cocking his head to the side. His bubbly energy starting to seem more sinister. “ well, no big deal, this would be uh, what do your humans call it, ahh!” He snaps his fingers. “ casual, ! we’ll keep it casual.” Soon again, lips were dotting your neck with kisses but when grabbed your tits, he grew meaner, sucking them into his mouth roughly, making you yelp and grasp for his shoulders but your hands were received easily and pushed aside so he could continue his work. You flinched again. His skilled tongue was too enjoyable. It was wrong to want more of it slithering all over you. “ Mahito” you whispered closing your legs again “Sir—ah- Mahito please.” “ oh, don’t interrupt me sweetheart , I was just getting to the good part.” He comes up from your navel, pouty blushed lips glistening from sucking all over your skin. “ you know it’srude to talk with your mouthful.” He said pushing you to the wall and taking your thigh into his grasp to hoist it over his shoulder. The devilish grin makes you close your hands over your now bare pussy. His laughter was hot between your legs, fanning the wetness that leaked out of you. “ hold still sweetheart.” Before you could speak he entered you with wicked fingers. Long and lithe as they pushed in deep, “ohhhh,” he giggled like a kid in a candy store. You were trembling, feeling how well your clenching walls accepted strangers' digits. He pulsed up into that delicate center until you were dripping down his arms. If this were your boyfriend, that would’ve been it, so when he slipped that sinfully long tongue through your folds, you yelped. “ bet your boyfriend couldn’t do that could he?” As he taunted you, his fingers were behaving in such crude ways, some plucking harshly at your nipples making you squirm trying to cover yourself as you vaguely recalled where you were. The other employed his cursed fingers, transfiguring them to worm their way deep inside your other entrance. Your first instinct was to cover your mouth to hide the shameful sound of pleasure that was being forced upon you. Much as you tried though, your eyes rolled skyward as you leaned back on the wall, legs wide open as you tug at his soft ponytail.

“ Mah - mah - Mahito” you sputtered as you began to ride his face. “ does this ahhhh- mean you won’t kill me.” He smirked with a mouthful of your overflowing cunt. “ who said anything about not killing you?” You froze, the hair on your neck standing up. “ ah well, the jigs up” “ Wha—.” You were cut off by him kissing away the tear that dropped from your lashes onto your cheek. He moved to your lips pushing his disgusting greedy appendage between your lips forcing you to open. Once inside, he caressed your face before pulling away. “ you were fun, thanks.” He smiles revealing a dazzling set of teeth. Awkwardly you shuffled trying to fix your clothes when your throat began to tighten. Your eyes grew wide with terror as you felt the growing orb in your throat tearing its way out violently. He laughed shielding his face from the blast. Tasting your blood on his lips he smiled. “ yummy.”

From the blood room 🩸

#mahito #jjk smut #jjk mahito #smut oneshot #smut writer #spicy headcanons #smutxanime honeeslust #blackgirlswhowriteanimesmut #jjk season 2 #jujutsu kaisen #2023 kinktober #dark smut #non con #dub con

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starrylayle · 4 months

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marauders v.s. slytherin skittles (ft. the valkyries + snape)

With the rise of the 'slytherin skittles' in the fandom (even tho half of them are in ravenclaw but whatevs) -- I've been trying to figure out why I don't like it, despite enjoying the dynamics presented. And I think I've finally figured out why.

It all goes back to the Sirius / Regulus dynamic. I feel like their relationship is depicted as angsty and such but I love it when they are estranged. Yes, they're brothers and they go to the same school, but they are worlds apart. And i like when their friend groups and dynamics reflect that. Regulus, who's stayed with his family and supports their causes (yes I know he gets redeemed eventually but boy used to worship voldy) -- has access to the high pure-blood society and its perks. But one thing he does not have, is the friendship his brother shares with his mates. Reg tells himself that he doesn't care, that he doesn't envy his brother and his friends, but it is one of the things being in this pureblood fascism cult can't offer -- true friendship. That's why, despite my issues with 'choices' by messermoon, I really like how they depicted the dynamic between Regulus and his friends -- like yes Reg had friends but not in the same way Sirius had. And it adds a layer to the loneliness Reg feels, which i feel is a core part of his character. He's surrounded by people that on the outside my appear as friends, but really he's just very lonely.

On another note, i hc both brothers as gay, and love the differences in how they would be presented. Sirius, after finally getting over his internalised homophobia, is free to love and make out with whomever he wants. While Reg, aware of this part of himself hates it, and denies himself this luxury, only getting off (with barty, mayhaps, who is in a similar position) every now and then. Maybe he also has a burning desire for James (if ur into jegulus) but he doesn't ever do anything abt it, coz he feels like he can't.

As for Dorcas Meadows, I picture her in the year above the marauders (so two years above Reg) and not really having any friends at all. Not because she can't make any, but because she simply doesn't want to (my characterisation of her is heavily inspired by rollercoasterwords' version of her in 'the hand that feeds'. She ofc grows close to marlene when they start dating but never really gets close to marlene's other friends. She may or may not have a begrudging relationship with Pandora tho (but only because she provides her weed ofc!!) .

In a way, I kind of like when the houses represent certain themes, like gryffindor v.s. slytherin, freedom v.s tradition, friends v.s. 'co-workers'. Yes i know the fandom likes to depict the houses as more of a personality based system -- which i'm sure that's why jkr intended -- but really i think the houses represent more of values and beliefs. (Which is also why i think the houses should have been destroyed, united or changed at the end of HP DH coz the status quo as it is, is not healthy, but i digress).

Oh and as for the valkyries -- have nothing against their friendship. Lily deserves to have her own set of friends besides James and snape. just think they wouldn't give themselves a name like the marauders did coz they think its cringe, but I can see it coming up and them immediately shutting it down out of embarrassment.

i think this an analysis of snape and his relationship with lily compared to the other slytherins would be interesting as well, and how the interactions and dynamics differ. And canonically, snape and regulus would make more sense than reg and dorcas so if anything snape should be a part of these 'slytherin skittles' lmaoo.

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redysetdare · 2 months

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I always find it interesting that homosexual coded main characters don't really get shipped with every single side character of the opposite gender. And people get told off for shipping lesbian coded characters with men or gay coded characters with women by the rest of the fandom. But it's always aroace coded main characters getting shipped with every single side character that exists. And aroace fans getting told to "not generalise the entire aspec community" and "let people ship whomever they want!! It's just fiction!!!" as if we don't deserve to see characters living happy lives not being in relationships. And my biggest pet peeve is the trope of an aroace coded character "growing up and maturing" by... getting in a romantic/sexual relationship. Really shows what these people think about non-partnering aspec people irl. It's not just about fictional characters but they'll never admit it 🤷

I will say that there are some idiots out there who do ship gay characters with the opposite sex because they believe in people being able to ship whatever they want (which can lead to some disturbing places but I digress) But those kinds of ships do get a lot more push back and the same people who get after people for changing characters from gay to straight do not have the same energy when it happens to aro /aroace characters.

These same people are the ones calling for representation and how we treat characters identities in fiction does reflect how we view those identities in the real world EXCEPT when it comes to aspec characters. Suddenly then it's "fiction doesn't effect reality!!!" there's some double standards happening and it's beyond frustrating that no one seems to even notice and get mad at us for pointing it out.

Not to mention it's incredibly funny to hear them cry "Don't generalize the community" while they generalize the community by acting like every aro/ace/aroace person can date and have sex - which like you said ignored the existence of non-partnering identities and I'd like to add it also erases repulsed identities.

None of these people actually care about the aspecs who date or have sex. they don't actually care how those identities work or those experiences at all. they're using them as a get out of jail free card. a loop hole. a "I can't be homophobic because I have a gay best friend" card. They don't care about QPRs and how those relationships can be experience in wildly different ways. All they care about is if they get to have two characters kiss without having to genuinely look at themselves and their biases and possibly have the revelation that they might hold bigoted beliefs about aspec people.

And at this point I'd rather them admit that they don't actually care about aspec identities or experiences instead of tying themselves into knots to try and prove "I'm not aphobic!!!!" because they actively tried to find a loop hole to make it so that they could feel superior and in the right for being able to erase an entire identity of people.

#asks #aro #ace #aromantic #asexual #aroace #like it becomes incredibly obvious when the same people who claim not liking female characters #can reflect real like misogynistic views on women are the same people #who are saying that “it's just fiction it doesn't hurt anyone” when it comes to shipping aroace/aro characters #like okay so do how people treat fictional characters reflective of beliefs they have in the real world or not #What makes the treatment of one identity in fiction reflective of reality and the treatment of another identity 'just fiction'. quickly.#at what point is it 'just fiction that doesn't hurt anyone' and at what point is it 'fiction hurts real people'. quickly #and I've already made a post about how people can only interact with media through shipping and how that's caused a decrease #in media literacy and critical thinking in general because people are viewing media through an incredibly narrow view #and warping or ignoring the main message of the media in favor of a romantic narrative that doesn't exist #and i could say more about how that makes people ignore aspec coding and subtext of characters and stories #but these tags are long as is and so is this post #in the end it's all just amatonormative allonormative aphobic bullshittery #and i'm incredibly tired of it #long post #long post with equally long tags #i have a lot of subthoughts that i dont wanna try and fit in the main post #might make more posts about these thoughts. probably will. no one can shut me up.

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heyyy I saw the matchups (ALSO WHAT IS THAT PFP 😭😭😭✋/positive)

here’s a little Cali description (I’ll skip physical features for another, long long time) there’s will come in long dabbles. If you don’t like it, the entire paragraph should be summed up in the first sentence.

Personality: Cali is.. dull? Her personality consists of just.. one trait? She’s just kind, her overall goal in mind is to make someone smile, whomever she may be talking to. Doing this means she changes her personality a bit for each person y’know how it is. Especially if she likes the person generally. Only once you’re able to get her to feel comfortable she’ll be the very weird person she is. She sends memes to her friends, odd.. is a way to describe it. She works better underprepared and under pressure. It’s very complicated but if she knows nothing about what the task is, she does it better? Because if she doesn’t know how to do it correctly she’ll feel obligated to learn as quickly as possible and get it done? If Cali knows how to do something, it’s more of a chore than a challenge. Her biggest weakness is how kind she it, it’s hard for her to say no and she gets burnt out doing all these favors that she agreed to. She’s a people pleaser through and through.

pet peeves/deal breaker: a big one is interrupting her when she talks, it gets bad. Growing up she was always sorta interrupted so after a few times she gets emotionally upset! That being said she’s quick to tears, it just happens with all emotions for her. She resorts to sadness/discomfort it many situations. A dealbreaker is someone who finds that as weakness or a negative trait. She is learning to live with being able to sort through she emotions and knowing how she feels. So someone pushing down her feelings is a big no-no. People who are tall and are kind to her, as in. She feels pitied on.. or something. It genuinely makes me upset and mad when someone a full foot taller than me takes pity to me. it makes her mad too. She can handle herself, that’s her mindset. ALSO a bigger one is people who take her shopping, not just shopping but shopping without a list. Please don’t she’s begging you, the thought of walking around aimlessly makes her lose a bit of joy on the inside. It’s pointless and unnecessary, if you want something add it to the list and then buy it next time but please!! Have a plan!!

for traits she likes:

she’s very attracted to nonchalant or easy going souls, mostly because she grew up with four parents up her a** about grades, extra circulars and such. She grew up under constant pressure, so someone who can just let her be herself, lazy or not. It such a good trait for her.

She also tends to lean towards people who could say no for her, she has a problem with it, so anyone who could assist her with her issues of stating her boundaries would be deeply appreciated.

hobbies: She paints! It’s relaxing and fun to make. Easy gift making too. The girl also had a hobbies of gaming in her free time, what better way to de-stress then some Doom.. >:-). other than that, she’s a “pick up something master it, drop it” sorta girl.

favorite items:

Anything that’s red. She has a nack for collecting red colored stuff. It’s a bit concerning. Her entire bedroom looked like someone dropped a red bomb and now you see red. Everywhere. Don’t go into her room it’s a nightmare.

There we go! Holy moly. It’s a lot so I don’t blame you if you don’t want to go through all my dabbling.

nice pfp again!! That’s all for now 😈

Hush, I love my thong hamster!!

Alright she needs a partner who gives her both freedom but with a slight dose of protectiveness. Someone who lets her show her emotions without making a big deal of it. And someone who isn’t overly pushy, got it! I have a few that can work, and the best match from them is ….. MANGO! Birdswap sans!

Ok ok hear me out, the reason I chose mango is cause with people she likes, she’s a communication queen~ mango does not fear speaking her mind, so Cali won’t ever have to guess with her. And mango respects boundaries as well. She’s not the type to baby her SO at all. She and cali would handle each other pretty well when it comes to their values I believe

Mango is fiercely protective when she needs to be, but not in a way that belittles or baby’s her partner like some of the others do. She’s all about making sure her partner knows they have just as much power as she does to spook off the unwanted people lol. Basically when she’s protective, she acts like a guard dog and a hype man somehow

Mango is at the stage in her life where she’s no longer just working to survive. Now that she’s on her feet, she can start thinking about herself and what she wants to do with her time… but the problem is that she has no clue! Right now mango is trying out hobbies, so someone creative like cali would be great for her to be around

Be careful about getting mango hooked to online gaming. She will learn how to trash talk and will scream at kids on the internet lol.

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nightswithkookmin · 1 year

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The only person I trust to spit facts unapologetically besides myself is my ex best friend. Are you her?

I have nothing to say to this other than FACTS.

Spot on.

APT DESCRIPTION OF THE SITUATION

My exact sentiment

He likes to stir the spot, and add some shit

He's basically me on Crack honestly

He trolls, he taunts, he antagonises, he will pull your leg till you fall and then keep pulling🤧

And if you understand this about him then you can't take him seriously at all😩😩😩

I don't think he takes himself seriously he's so goofy😫

When it comes to him ,JM and their "obsession" with Kook it can get a bit 🥴🥴🥴🥴

I always say they both often come across as wanting and seeking validation from JK. Which I'm sure they are both aware of but don't care.

If you are a JK solo Stan then you might have a problem with both of them bcos of this. Especially when all that seemly unwanted attention makes Jk appear more closed off than he actually is.

Most people i know who hate Jungkook say they hate him because they see him as often being rude towards Jimin or Tae or whomever.

People want him to be more open and receptive towards their biases and that creates problems for him when he's subjected to such intense and sometimes unwanted attention.

I'm not a fan of either Jimin or Tae imposing themselves on Jungkook. They might think they doing it out of love, to show their affection or to stroke Jk's ego or whatever but it doesn't make Jk look good out here. Matter fact, it cast him in a bad light and amplifies his "negative" traits. Not cute.

Personally, I like to think it's their own way of showing love and support for Jungkook. Its the only way I can rationalize it. If you've ever been the quiet one among a trio, you recognize some of these friendship behavioral patterns:

The louder outgoing ones are constantly egging the quiets one on, encouraging them to be active, to participate in things, losen up, relax, have fun etc.

And that's just the problem with extroverts. They always think they're helping 😐

One time I let this person bulldoze me into thinking I could belt at church- I cried in front of everybody and became a meme. To this day I don't go talking to that person.

Sometimes when a person tell you they can't do shit believe them. Don't go playing Barbara the builder trying to get them out their comfort zone and making them a fool in front of everybody😐

When you listen to Tae talk about his dynamic with JK it's obvious that's how he sees Jungkook. Which is why he pushes his boundaries often- pushing him to take off his pants to shower together, posting their Tae Kook selca when JK cropped himself out. He thinks he's helping but SIRE BOUNDARIES!

Jimin is like that too as you rightfully said.

The difference is Jimin seems to know and understand the limits and if he recognizes he's pushing too far he stops. In my opinion of course. I could be wrong and Jungkook may not see him in that way at all.

Frankly, I cringe at their earlier dynamic too 😬

Jokers like to romanticize it but damn is it hard to watch. I have selective amnesia when it comes to that part of their history 😓

And I understand, it's important to take Jungkook's perspective into consideration when discussing these topics.

We might be rallying up to free him from Vmin but for all we know HE LIKES THAT SHIT💀

He comes across as the type who would let shit fly as long as he's enjoying it. The moment he doesn't enjoy it he puts up a stop sign.

I think this is what Tae probably doesn't or didn't seem to understand about JK. He takes his no for a yes and go a little bit extra each time thinking he likes it.

But it's not everyone who feels comfortable insisting on boundaries. Some people hesitate to say no out of politeness, some wanna let you down easy- I've learned the hard way. These days I'll kick you in the throat and narruto run into your guts if you fail to register a no.

Jimin goes: I feel awkward I need to film with Jk

Tae goes, well I'm feeling awkward too lemme get JK.

Speaking from a delulu standpoint point, I like to think some times these are just ploys and tactics they use as excuse to film content with Jungkook. Which raises the question, who in hybe is preventing them from freely filming content with eachother and why do they feel a need to monitor them while they film live?

Tinfoil hats people. Tinfoil hats.

Out of all BTS members Tae could have had issues with, he names Jungkook and decides they have dirty laundry to air out in Soop.

Then Jimin is given an opportunity to ask any member in BTS a question and he chooses the most obvious pick- JK.

See this is why I don't get shippers who like Jikook but can't stand Tuktuk or vice versa😩

If you like Jimin it should be very easy to like Tae and if you like Jikook then liking Tuktuk is easy 💀💀💀

They both have JK in common

It goes without saying then that if you like JK then liking Vmin should be so easy too🥴

Is the friend of my friend principle.

Yet tuktukkers can't stand Jikook because then they have to face the reality that what Tuktuk have is not so special afterall😫😫😫😫😫😫

I can say same for Jikook but we both know there's that silently loud question mark around Jikook that no one seem to want to answer or can answer- not even them 💀

I like to remind people Jikook is just a ship like Tuktuk- that's until you clock the difference then jikook is right about alting that ship💀

So I like your honesty. If the Fandom thinks Jimin clinging to Kook is cringe then it's only fair to say Tae is cringe too if he does the same. Real discrimination is when we think it's cute when Jimin does it but it's a problem if Tae does it and vice versa.

And for sure, there's a marketing element to this. Ships are highly commercialized. I keep saying jikook is a brand. The rhetorics around their ship is positive. They are not the chaotic duo that team up for mischief. Or the always fighting duo of the group. They are more or less a love story in the literal sense. They have numbers and engagement and purchasing power to sell out almost anything because people like their friendship.

Then there's the concept of feeding ships.

I think by now they all know what constitutes feeding ships. Tae saw a run episode and pointed out "I think Army would love this." And it was a moment of him kissing Jin👁👄👁

Do I think when he name drops Jk like this he is doing it to feed a ship?????????

I don't know... cos then I would have to assume when he name drops Jimin he is feeding a ship and that just conflicts with my Vmin lesbian agenda 🤧

And I must confess, I've been feeling kinda salty he is not posting about Jin like Jimin😒

(Putting this in the universe because the last time I complained about him not posting Jimin he went and posted a vmin IG. Universe hear my prayer and quench my taejin thirst🕯)

No. Seriously, Jimin is the only person showing Jin love since he left😒

I'm snitching on every single one of them when Jin comes back. It's the kajafeluv for me.

I don't know. I think it's healthy for them to be engaging eachother on social media as organically as possible. And although I wish he was name dropping certain people more or as equally as or along side Jungkook, I also don't think they should interact with all just to interact with one.

Whether we like it or not tuktukkers are his primary fan base. Just as jokers are Jimins. In wake of their solo careers, it's only reasonable they establish these fanbases firmly.

I mean.....

it's not as if jokers are lining up to support him🤷🏾

Let's be fucking for real😩

He shares a fan base more with Jk than Jimin or any other member. Although they all have Army in common too. But he's a smart guy. Surely he knows what's up with the Fandom.

He made that clear from the get-go. Since their solo was announced he's been aligning himself more with Jk and tuktukkers. It's cool tho. I'm still gone ship him with Jimin with my full chest and occasionally Jin after I snitch on him and Jin kicks his ass for me🙂

At the end of the day all he has is his tuktukkers and solos better treat them right, build them a fools paradise and watch them build conjure castles in the air like a supervillian.

Tuktukkers can read whatever meaning they want into this mi nuh care. THEIR SHIP AIN'T REAL🤣

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pollyna · 2 years

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The first three seconds after Maverick's back home Tom doesn't notice them because he's busy hugging and kissing the hell out of his boyfriend after his six months of deployment. But after? After he can't stop seeing, feeling it on his face and he wants them gone before Mav can think about kissing him again. And he wants to beat some sense in whomever decided to start this new fashion because he's sure it wasn't Maverick. Maybe he should phone Carole and ask her how can she lives with having to kiss someone with mustaches. He coul ask Sli too, yeah maybe he should call him and then her. Or he could just shave all that thing out of his boyfriend face before calling anyone. Pete seems so proud about them that Tom almost let him be, after two days, because at the end is something he can live with. Maybe.

But then, then Maverick takes out a comb for his mustaches and that's the line. He can live with having the thing against his upper lip when the kiss, with having random red spots on his back because Pete is worst than their cat and he snuggles against his back whenever he can but a comb for them is the hardest no ever. But he knows he can't just say to Maverick he wants them out of his face because he knows his lover so he just does what he does best: he improvises. They go out for dinner in a little place half an hour from their home, have the nicest of nights and even find a spot to kiss for almost an hour that in front of the sea and safe for them. Back home the sex is intense and good in the way it always is that Tom almost falls asleep but he is a man on a mission and it's for his own sanity so sleep will have to wait. Maverick sleeps and with the patience and the delicacy he puts on combing Bradley's hair when he spens the weekend, he shaves the mustaches away. He could sob for happiness when Pete's face is back without that caterpillar on his upper lip. Now, now he can kiss his man once more and then go to sleep, free of the oppressor he started to see in his dreams.

The morning after Maverick doesn't even seem to notice that something is missing, not when he kisses Ice good morning nor when he goes to the bathroom to take a shower. It's just over breakfast, while Tom is reading the paper and drinking his orange juice that Maverick comes around the table, puts his arms around his waist and announces you just won me a fifty dollar bet against Carole, thank you babe and Ice face is cleanly showing some doubt because the man adds we bet own how long you would have lived with my moustaches before doing something like shaving them off yourself. Carole said you would have endure, I bet on less than a week and I won! Tom should be surprised or at least exasperated by all the way his boyfriend finds to make everything a bet but honestly? They just one 50 dollars, the mustaches are gone, Mav is home for another whole two months and Iceman has little to be really concerned about. The spend the whole morning in bed to celebrate and, a week later, Mav takes him out for a nice dinner and they feast with what he won. They even take pictures to show the whole night, or almost of it, to Carole.

#au: goose lives but sometimes mav gets deployed on his on #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #carole bradshaw (mentioned)#ron slider kerner (mention)#implied carole/goose/slider #iceman says no to mustaches #so iceman is a tad dramatic but c'mon he lives with maverick lol #bradely rooster bradshaw (mention)#icemav #ah to be young and in love #domesticity #fluff #a lot of kisses #otp: i heard from the heavens that clouds have been grey #top gun (1986)

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blueywrites · 1 year

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I get what previous anon was trying to say. I dont think u need to write hair color or skin color for us to know that in the 1940s in the united states poc we're not happily welcomed. Eddie being white most likely was with a white woman. And i say this as a poc. Matter of fact whenever i read fanfiction i imagine reader being white in every fic even though im not white. 🤷‍♀️ Now the history of the US is not on ur hands and this is just a fun fanfic to get lost in but i do feel representation matters and i think as the author of this fic posting how u see reader kinda puts the idea in our minds that reader is white (with big boobs 🤪)This is in no way hate towards you cuz i seriously crush on you and will read anything u write. Please take this with a grain of salt as this just my 2 cents in the matter. ❤️

Hey babes! 💙 Believe me, I absolutely understand what you're saying here! My other major AU fic (TKYM) is set in modern day and, thus, it's totally believable that Sweet Girl could be any race whatsoever. I do agree with you that it's much harder with TD&TC. Inherently, considering the setting of this story is 1940s America, there has to be some MAJOR suspension of disbelief and disregard for the country's problematic history to cast Dove as anything but white. A friend of mine made an excellent point that in order for her not just to speak with her white male neighbors so comfortably, but also for the reason that they can't court to be because of fault with him and not her... Yes, 100% you would need to ignore reality and just read this story as a little escapist piece of fiction if Dove were not white. That being said, I am also very much ignoring the Great Depression and WWII as I am writing this version of the story btw, so that's in the same vein of playing pretend for the sake of enjoyment haha.

And certainly there's something to be said for the author putting an image out there of how they imagine a character, like that adds more weight to a particular interpretation. Maybe think of that this way: this is a reader insert, and I may be writing it, but I'm also reading it and loving it because I wish it was my life 😩. So I commissioned reader-insert artwork of this story where I'm very much the reader, and I just so happen to also be writing it 😂

So if anyone else wants to hit @toomanyacorns (or whomever!) up for some TD&TC artwork starring yourself as Dove, by all means, please feel free!! Or draw it yourself and please share with me because I would LOVE that! Any and all versions of Dove are welcome here 💙🪺

#blueyblabs #td&tc

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daintyduck99 · 1 year

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"they always hold hands and rub it in everyone's faces, i want us to look cute too!" for whomever in the Greater Polyphantoms Polycule.

As much as Carrie loves her dad, she absolutely loathes his house parties.

He's friends with some of the snootiest big names in Hollywood, and the passive-aggressive exchanges that fly back and forth all evening always leave her exhausted and snippy. She barely gets to see her dad since he's hosting, and her old room's been converted into a yoga studio, so she's literally left with no retreat.

Needless to say, she'd rather make her excuses and meet him for brunch.

Last year had been great; she'd barely been in LA, and touring the globe was the perfect, guilt-free excuse not to come. This year, however, the Candis are taking a much needed break between albums, and her dad had made all kinds of noise on the phone about how home isn't the same without her and he hasn't seen her in so long, so she had screamed into a pillow and then promptly sucked it up.

She's glad that Reggie seems genuinely excited, at least. Flynn's more skeptical—she remembers how these parties affect Carrie from their high school days—but she'd also insisted on coming, for which Carrie is eternally grateful.

They hover in the living room, surrounded by blatant glad-handling and pungent perfumes and fake smiles, nibbling on the tiny snacks that come around on silver trays. Flynn grimaces as one particularly booming fellow laughs at his own joke.

"Not that I'm glad we were rivals for most of high school, but I could not have handled this, then. I'm still tempted to stab someone with this toothpick."

"Trust me," Carrie grits through a fake smile of her own as a well-known director makes eye contact with her, "I know the feeling. The gouda isn't worth this."

"Are you gonna eat yours?" Reggie beams as she hands it to him, and her smile defrosts into something real as he adds, "Thanks, doll. We should totally stop and get real food on our way home."

"Oh my god, please," Flynn groans, dropping her head onto Carrie's shoulder. "I need something to look forward to."

Carrie huffs a laugh, nudging Flynn with her shoulder. "You didn't have to come, babe. I could easily stab any of these soul-sucking sycophants with a toothpick myself if I really, absolutely needed to."

"This is a mutual support system, Care. That means we take turns with the stabbing and the complaining."

Reggie clutches her arm before she can respond, tilting his head toward the far side of the room.

"Hey, it's that couple who beat us to putting out a crossover hit! The one that keeps cropping up in all of those interviews!"

Ugh. He's right.

Their song isn't even that good; it's the blandest country-pop crossover she's heard in years, unlike the song Reggie and Julie worked so hard to make with Carrie. While their song still did well, it couldn't dethrone the former, which seemingly became everyone's darling overnight.

She wouldn't care so much if they weren't so smug about it, along with their alleged relationship, when they're literally just a couple of lucky newcomers.

Just…ugh.

The sooner she can say hello to her dad and they can slip out, the better.

She opens her mouth to say as much, but she's distracted by the way Reggie’s palm whispers against her bare skin as he slides his hand down her arm. She shivers a little as he slips his fingers through hers.

"Um—what—"

"They always hold hands and rub it in everyone's faces!" Reggie says sheepishly. "I want us to look cute, too!"

"We do look cute," Flynn replies with well-earned confidence, as she has, in fact, dressed them to the nines. "But I'm down. Maybe some of these assholes' heads will explode."

Most people don't believe that they're all together. They think it's some sort of strange marketing ploy, a satirical joke to keep overly invested fans from analyzing every aspect of their personal lives.

Carrie wouldn't mind shoving the truth in a few people's faces. Let them think what they want to think, even if it's just that they're messing with them.

They might as well have a little fun while they're here.

She smirks, linking hands with Flynn. The three of them wander around like that, talking and laughing and forcing pretentious jerks to get out of their way, many of whom openly gawk at them.

Little Miss Pop Newbie spills white wine all over herself rather dramatically.

It's the most fun Carrie’s had at one of her dad's parties in ages, possibly ever.

He can tell that she's not faking it when they finally find him, and she knows he was fine with all of her partners before—he's always preached free love and all that—but he looks at them with a newfound sort of fondness, like he finally sees just how good they are for her.

She holds their hands until they finally escape to the car, and lyrics are unfolding under her skin like something precious.

They're sitting in the drive thru when another idea strikes, and she smiles.

Maybe she'll call it Paper Dolls.

#the greater polyphantoms polycule #reggie x carrie x flynn #hand holding prompts #help I kinda want to write the song #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

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italian-wall-lizard · 1 year

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I posted 2,635 times in 2022

That's 2,635 more posts than 2021!

398 posts created (15%)

2,237 posts reblogged (85%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,322 of my posts in 2022

Only 50% of my posts had no tags

#pjo - 169 posts

#percy jackson - 164 posts

#riordanverse - 163 posts

#rick riordan - 161 posts

#fave - 104 posts

#mcga - 78 posts

#magnus chase - 75 posts

#toa - 50 posts

#alex fierro - 50 posts

#nico di angelo - 49 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#only two have guessed so far and i didn’t answer their asks so any post you see of me eliminating states isn’t a lie i’m not from any of em

My Top Posts in 2022:

my rrverse takes:

magnus is an underrated character in his own series

lester/apollo and magnus were BY far the funniest narrators

i didn't like jason's death but it was necessary and it made sense

i actually liked meg, she had a great storyline and she wasn't annoying

piper was queer from the beginning

with enough training hazel could probably be stronger than percy and jason

percy would end jason in a fight in two seconds flat

reyna, samirah, and hazel are the most badass rrverse women ever

i love toa but if i had to choose i would rather have five mcga books and three toa books

fierrochase and zarter are the most underrated ships in the fandom im right

mcga had HUGE potential as a series and rick def could have done more with it and added more books but didn't and i am very mad about that

rick's representation is very flawed both in poc's and lgbtq characters

(the feather in the hair, the food skin color descriptions, the fact that the only three latinx/hispanic characters come from abusive backgrounds, making leo call calypso "mamacita" in tdp, giving poc characters inherently non poc traits (hazels hair and eyes and pipers eyes), having samirah's hair out of her hijab at some points, making anubis white (biggie on that one), making his only book series with two mixed race main characters have three books instead of five)

(the genderfluid shapeshifter trope, outing nico and giving him the most trauma out of the seven but "hey it's okay because he gets a boyfriend", giving leo a girlfriend when he was very obviously into jason (and even then he didn't need to date anyone i really like the head canon that he is aro), making a slur of sorts for alex and having multiple main characters say it, making his only book series with a very openly queer main character (alex but also magnus at the end) have three books instead of five)

leo did NOT need to get a girlfriend, he should have stayed single as it was better for his character development

tj needs more recognition in the fandom i love him

annabeth was def one of the more powerful of the seven even though she didn't have powers and a lot of the people that hate her are just misogynistic (as well as piper)

not even a take but just a fact what the fuck was rick ON making anubis white like he is quite literally an egyptian god he is most definitely black

also not a take but like. please we need more people talking about tkc in the fandom i love it sm and no one is talking about it. the characters are amazing and i guarantee if carter and sadie were white they would've gotten more recognition

feel free to add on

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are you team "magnus is blitzstone shipper #1 and he knew they had a crush on each other since before they started dating"

or team "magnus is oblivious to blitz and hearth dating and he thought they were just really good friends until he found out like 2 years after they were married"

980 notes - Posted April 14, 2022

picrew chain

i like these things so imma make one

here's me !!

super cool picrew link found here

tag whomever you'd like im tagging @tacocat-411 @blurrycow @avery-is-gay

981 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

to my fellow swifties: what's your favorite album and zodiac sign? i wanna see if there's any correlation

mine is midnights and virgo

1,121 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

bitches on pjo tumblr really exploding right now over a thirteen year old boy saying eight words and wearing an orange shirt. it's me i'm bitches

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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obstinatecondolement · 1 year

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Sincerely just saying this as an FYI that I feel might be helpful, because I think it has not occurred to a lot of people, but if you're already saying nice things on Tumblr or Discord, etc. about a fanwork anyway, then copying and pasting what you said into a comment on the work itself (in part or in whole) is a pretty painless way to potentially make someone's whole day.

You could add something like "C&P-ing this from [Discord/Tumblr/wherever] for posterity" at the start of the comment if you felt shy about saying literally the exact same thing twice, because you were worried the creator be annoyed if they saw it in both places (I wouldn't if it were me, btw).

Also, if you weren't just talking about the fanwork somewhere else in general and rather you specifically wanted to tell a creator that you liked their work directly, then writing it in a comment on AO3, or wherever they posted it, is still a great way to do that (either in addition to telling them somewhere else, or instead of telling them somewhere else if you only have the spoons to say it once), because then they can go back and re-read it later to re-up on validation warm fuzzies without having to go to any effort to find it again.

Equally though, you don't ever have to comment on something you liked, no matter how much you liked it or how many times you re-visit it, and you are always welcome to talk about fanworks you liked with whomever you like, whether or not the creator will ever see any if the complimentary things you say and whether or not you have also commented/left a kudos/etc.

Commenting is a totally optional way to be extra nice to someone, and fanwork creators are not entitled to be privvy to any and all of the nice things people say about their work, or to being given an easily accessed, archived record of those nice things when they are privvy to them, so feel free to disregard these suggestions if they are not helpful or welcome to you.

It is very encouraging to a lot of creators to get feedback, though, and it can help to inspire more fanworks you might like, and help you to develop a rapport, or even a friendship, with someone whose work you admire. Or, to learn behind the scenes details about the creation of the fanwork and the creator's thought process behind it, which I personally always find very interesting. So, like, with the proviso that it is always optional, this could be a way to make someone else happy and enrich your own fandom experience without really doing much more than you were already going to do.

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penname-artist · 2 years

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Dunno why I made this BUT, for writing inspiration: Some really hot and/or sweet details I enjoy seeing in NSFW or else really romantic/sexual fics (they're just very nice)

Also um, note to self, I didn't think it was gonna be this long.

Oops

- Characters laughing softly while they're being ruined (or bonus if they're the one ruining)

- Scrambling for purchase of any specific surface, bonus if its something that will only stabilize them minutely (ie bedsheets)

- Spending extended time touching and feeling across the body (not any specific it sensitive place, just bodily caressing in general) or bodily massages

- Resting together before, during, and/or after the thing / One falling asleep on the other (personal preference, I like to see pre-cuddles as opposed to post-cuddles. Like, the cuddling is the horniness fuel)

- Characters denying themselves but failing miserably, until finally giving up and going all ham on the other

- Moving from one room or area into another without really paying attention to it (ie they're making out and just, end up pushing each other towards the bedroom)

- Longing stares before, during, or after the thing, just marvelling at whomever they get to be intimate with

- Characters (especially big tough ones) trying to hold back their noises, but in doing so they let out cracked moans and whimpers that are just MMM YES, FUCK

- When characters make that short little gasp like they just touched ice

- A moan starting quiet and soft, and then getting surprised into a very loud and not soft one ("a-aaaAAAAAAAA-")

- Smol noms on like, anything, everything, to show affection (ie nibbling ears, bits of clothing, fingers, etc)

- The Rough Push (ie when a character goes from loving and sweet to their partner to fucking feral and uapologetically horny)

- One that note: composed characters going totally feral and being horny shits

- Wall pinning. Oooooh God wall pinning

- Accidents happening, but like they don't care ("oops, fell off the bed! Oh whatever" or "Ah the alarm clock! ...Oh well!")

- When you think they're done, but they're definitely NOT done (bonus if they already did it once and they're going to again, because most of the time you just see oral and then the "not done yet" becomes just the doing it)

- T E A S I N G. Make the characters suffer. Make the readers suffer. A brush of skin, a teasing swipe, not breaking the dam but just sitting there watching the other character melt into the floor with need. Use teases! Make intimacy an art!

- NSFW that isn't exactly 100% explicit. To clarify: characters who are obviously horny and doing NSFW things, but clothed. Characters getting really into something, without penetration. There's a whole lot more to smut than putting a dick in a hole, y'all!

- BONUS: Any writer who writes a smut that actually has a differentiating flow from characters enjoying themselves to not enjoying themselves back to really enjoying themselves has my absolute kudos. Sex isn't always mind blowing, sometimes its just sweet! And characters should be allowed to fuck up, even in the bedroom, and make adjustments and corrections. As well, sometimes they might want to do things and then realize hey, maybe they don't like it!

Feel free to add your own things you like to see in fics or wish you could see more of, this is just a writing inspiration...soup. "Come get your spicy soup!"

#writing inspirations #writing prompts

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writingdaryldixon · 7 months

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My Guidelines

Hello And Welcome!! I thought I would take a second to let you all know what you can find on this page! I've wanted to make one of these for a while so I'm excited to finally do it and I hope you'll all enjoy the content. 1. Daryl will be the main focus in my fics and I am taking ANY kind of requests. If you want to have Carol or Rick or whomever in your request as well I will be happy to add them! Just keep in mind that they'd still be just featured characters. Mostly this will probably be like a reader insert type of blog, but if you want "reader" to be female or male or whichever orientation, I am completely open to that! All is welcome! 2. I've written things for Daryl privately and I love writing for him so I would be open to doing any kind of scenario. I would like to keep it in the realm of TWD, though. AU's are fine, like maybe before the apocalypse, but I probably won't do anything where it completely changes his character, like him being a werewolf or vampire or mafia boss or things like that. HOWEVER, there may be things that I would be open to trying ( I don't have any examples off the top of my head at the moment but I will make posts about them once I do!) so if you have an idea that isn't directly TWD related , you can still run it by me and I can see if it's something that I would be comfortable doing. 3. I am NOT AGAINST writing smut, but I will be up front and say that I am not experienced in writing it so if you want to request something that has spicy parts in it, please don't come after me if it's not that great. Requests or posts that do have smut in it will be tagged. You MUST be 18 or older to request them, so please be honest regarding your age when sending them in. 4. I don't typically have a limit on what I write in regards to triggers. Some things won't be written in detail. I WILL NOT write anything about incest, underage relationships, or explicit scenes of SA. This is another thing that if you have a request in mind and you're not sure if I will write it, message me first and we can talk about it and I'll let you know. ALL posts will have trigger warnings on them. 5. I want to post prompts that you can choose from and other things like that to hopefully help make this blog as interactive as possible. You could also probably expect pictures and reblogs and things like that of Norman so this blog won't strictly be for writing. There you have it! I will probably add more once I think about them. And just as a reminder, PLEASE FEEL FREE to chat with me about any kind of request you may have. In most cases I will probably be ok with writing it, I may offer alterations if I can't write it exactly how you want it. But my goal is to give you what you want! Thank you for stopping by and I hope you enjoy what you see/read!

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon imagines #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead imagines

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flydotnet · 7 months

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Mundane

WHUMPTOBER 2023, DAY 20: “People don’t change people, time does.” Blanket | Found Family | “You will regret touching them.”

I originally had a whole other idea planned. In fact, I had it planned from almost day 1 of Whumptober... and then I didn't want to write it because it was for a fandom I'm not into at the moment and forcing myself to write it was too much. Combine that with semi-writer's block and you get me, panicking at 10PM I don't have an idea yet again.

This is very short as a result because, as I said, I really didn't want to write today, but I also didn't want to break such a long streak, especially on a round day count, so I bruteforced myself lol

This is, I suppose, the sweet version of "Répondez, s'il-vous-plaît" from like last week, except you also get Just Hidalgo! As a free add-on to your fancy vague-ass post-canon setting package.

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Mundane Sanctuary

Summary: It's a calm afternoon in a flat with four friends - nothing more, nothing less.

Fandom: Some post-canon Captain Tsubasa shlock, you know how it is around here

Word Count: 1K words

AO3 version available here.

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Being sick sucks ass, it’s always sucked ass, and it’ll never stop sucking ass. That’s a rule accepted by pretty much everyone, isn’t it? Whomever doesn’t get grumpy whenever it happens can try and justify their opinion, and he’ll try respecting it – it doesn’t mean it’s right.

Despite this, one of his friends has been adamant on that whole shebang not sucking ass, and honestly, JB can’t wrap his head around it.

Yet when he looks at his friend, trying to see if finally anger crosses his face, all he gets greeted with is a polite smile and slow, hoarse words.

“It’s really no big deal,” Yuzo tells him again, so it’s back to square one again.

“It should be, though, right? You can complain, you know!” JB turns his attention to the two other persons in the room. “Right, guys? I can’t be the only one to think that being sick sucks!”

“Maybe some people like whining about it less than you do, JB!” Max strikes back with a chuckle.

“That’s a little mean-spirited to say, Maxine,” Just adds.

“It’s just part of life,” Yuzo finishes as he balls up inside the blankets.

A shiver almost visibly courses through him as he does.

“You’re cold?” JB asks, all thought process about the righteous art of complaining about achy joints and stuffed noses ceasing on the spot.

“Y-yeah,” his friend stutters.

“I’m gonna fetch you another blanket then.”

He’s up as soon as he can even finish the sentence, barely seeing Max in the corner of his eyes picking up a thermometer before he’s into his bedroom and going through whatever may be in his closet. He almost never opens that thing for anything but his civilian clothes, and now, it’s biting him back in the ass: he needs to find a blanket that’s warm and sheets to put it inside on top of it.

He does manage to find it, however, and actually still in its original plastic bag – it may be unused, but it doesn’t have to be a bad thing, and at least it means it’s clean for Yuzo. That’s a very good thing if you ask him.

When he comes back, Max has her hand on Yuzo’s forehead and a frowny look on her own face.

“I’m back with a second blanket,” JB announces anyway.

“Ah, good!” She replies without looking at him.

“Is something wrong?”

“I think I’m a little warmer than before,” Yuzo chuckles, and even now, the congestion in his voice is so obvious it’s itchy to hear. “Not by much, though…”

“It’s still a rise in temperature and I don’t like that.”

JB gives his friends the second blanket, which Max proceeds to install on top of the first, mindful of the width of his trusty couch.

“I think Yuzo would know better than you if he felt off.”

She deadpans back at him.

“You’re both absolute catastrophes at admitting you don’t feel well. Remind me how we ended up in this situation, boys?”

“Ha…”

Yuzo coughs into his elbow in lieu of an answer.

“That’s what I thought,” she adds.

JB watches Maxine go back to her seat on the armchair right next to the couch – she’s the nearest to Yuzo for obvious reasons and neither JB nor Just was dumb enough to rob them of the proximity. God knows that can’t be that easy for them, with how tense in-laws can be. In a way, maybe they’re both their friends’ sanctuary (that sounds oddly deep for no real reason).

Silence ensues for a bit. It’s weird but far from uncomfortable. It feels right, in a way JB can’t quite put into words (not that he’s ever been very eloquent) – and there he is again with the thought of this being a sort of sanctuary. It doesn’t have to be an artsy-fartsy thing, after all, so why shy away from the idea?

“I’m going to brew us some tea,” Just says as he gets up from his seat, breaking the quiet. “Does anyone have specific requests?”

“I want honey in mine please!” Max immediately replies.

“Same here!”

“So honey for the four of us. I’ll see you in around ten minutes.”

He disappears from the living room and into the kitchen.

Before silence can settle once more, Max breaks it, smiling as she looks around.

“How many times have I been here… I lost count a while back.”

“Same, damn. I think at some point you were over here every single day.”

“It was handier for me to come here after class, rather than my parents’ place.”

Yuzo is silently following along, his eyes sliding from him to her and back to him while, like them, he sips on his tea.

“You still have your room back there, you know that?”

“Yeah, I do,” she laughs.

“Maxine has a room for her here?”

“Yeah, I do. Haven’t slept there for a hot minute, but it’s filled with all sorts of me things, I’m sure.”

“Can confirm, I haven’t moved a damn thing in there!”

“Does Just have one too?”

“He does, yeah, but you can’t really tell, he’s not been here as often as Max has. It almost looks more like any guest room than a friend’s, but oh well…” He shrugs. “It is what it is.”

Just’s back with tea soon enough, all neatly placed on a tray – there truly is nothing this guy can’t do without being at least a little artistic about it. He gives everyone a steaming cup, reminds them to mind the heat of the water before they start drinking, then leaves the tray on the coffee table near the couch.

“You know, this feels like having a family,” Yuzo states out of the blue.

The three others stare at each other for a brief silence.

“What makes you bring that up now?” Max asks

“I don’t know, it’s… Just a thought I had.”

“This is very humbling to hear,” Just replies, his face the softest JB has seen in quite a while.

“It’s difficult to explain,” Yuzo continues. “I’ve never had a very close relationship to my family, but when we’re together, I… think I know how people feel like when they talk about their own relatives. It’s warm.”

“That sounds about right.”

Both Max and Just agree in silence; meanwhile, JB decides sicknesses suck, but they don’t have to be that bad.

#whumptober 2023 #no.20 #blankets #found family #captain tsubasa #fic #this fic is a bit of a nothing burger but oh welel

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rachaelnpc · 2 years

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To The Innocent Ones

I carry all the fond memories of all of you. I have photos, videos and a large majority of the time you were the highlight of day. Most of the time you were the only thing that was right about our family. I don't know what you will remember as time passes nor would I expect you to.

Bug, the spit fire, the fearless, the brave. You have a fire inside you that I know will never die. I hope you keep that drive and passion to add to the good of the world, whatever that may be to you. You have such a kind, caring heart. You can move mountains, one of leaders. Remember to stay true to yourself and keep your compass pointing North. You are Smart. You are Capable. You can do whatever you put your mind to. The excuses given to you are just that, excuses. You hold more power than you may realize. Run that company, give that speech, write that book - whatever it maybe - I know you - I know you can do it. I have seen you overcome so much. I have seen you look evil in the face, standing tall and made them crumble to the floor. Use your voice, listen to yourself, no one else. You don't need anyone. You are an independent free spirit, do not let anyone take that from you. You have the power to go out and get whatever you want in life. I mean this when I say you do not owe anyone anything. You owe it to yourself to go out and do what makes you happy. Do not let guilt or pressures hold you back. Break free and be the you you were always meant to be.

Bud, you will always hold a special place in my heart. You were always pulling pranks being a little goofball. You have big feelings. I hope you find the courage to let them out, express them to whomever will listen. It is not weak. It is so strong to be able to feel, understanding where the feelings come from and healing those wounds. I hope the pressure placed on you and the darkness of life do not consume you. At your core you are kind. You are sweet. You are thoughtful. You are loving. You give the best hugs. You are fun to be around. I love your smile. I love your laugh - I still remember your little giggles. My wish for you is that you do not grow cold from the world. There is so much beauty. It is hard to see at first. Find ways to let out the rage, quiet the mind - then open your eyes, look for all that there is to be grateful for. I also want you to know and truly believe that you are smart. When I motivated and believed in you, you nailed it with ease and were unstoppable. Do not accept the excuses given to you. I know you can climb over those, you just have to believe in yourself. Everyone starts off at the bottom, the more you practice the better you will be - that is with anything. You are stronger than you know. One step at a time and you will get there. You do not need them. You may even find it gets easier with space. You can only heal once you feel safe. Listen to your inner voice, if it feels icky, it probably is. Seek out those that make you feel good about yourself and see the good in you. You can reach so much higher. You always kicked my ass in video games and do not forget all the times we worked on coding basic games - which you picked up so easily at age six. Your brother and I believed in you. I will never stop believing in you. I want to also say, I am so sorry. I did everything I could. You told me things - I researched, I made calls, I tried to talked to her. I heard you, I saw you scared. I wanted to keep you safe. I hope our efforts helped make it better but we couldn't make it go away. The things you have seen and been through should have never been. You deserve so much more. I wish I could run up that hill, make a deal with God and get him to swap our places. You are old enough now to leave whenever you want. It may seem hard or impossible but you will find your way. Know I will always love you and never stopped fighting to keep you safe.

Hit- Them (Girl), I wish I could give you a big hug that would wash it all away. You deserve so much. You are beautiful. You are incredible. You are creative, smart, intuitive - always steps ahead of everyone else. As a child you saw what many could not even see as adults. I hope you keep that belief in yourself. Make sure you take care of you first, keep trusting your gut. I have so much faith that you've got this. Keep going, keep pushing, keep learning, keep watching, keep piecing it all together. I hope you get to a place where you feel safe enough to let the full you out again. I want more than anything for you to find that Ivy Them (Girl) spirit again someday but in the way that is you. Holding your head up high, saying what you feel, expression, being proud of all that you do, wear, feel and think. I know you will do great things, don't let anyone dull your flame. Remember you are always worth it.

I want to say I will always be here for you all. I have always put you three first, I tried so hard to work with her to make it better for you, I wanted to get him help, help her move out, get them tools to change in order to stop the cycles from happening. These are cycles that have been in motion long before I was a part of it all. I know now that it was all bigger than me. If they do not want help or to admit their part it won't stop. It all consumed me, spit me out with not much of myself left. I do not want that to be you. I want you to find your way out, to rise up and reach out for what it is you are meant to become. Know, when you are old enough you can step off, heal, reflect and do your best to kill off any of the cycle left within you. Just keep trying your best. I will always love you three - seriously, since you all were in diapers to watching you all grow into middle schoolers. You all amaze me with who you have become and who you continue to become. I am never as far away as you may think. So many people on the outside of it all love and care for you all. Regardless of what it may seem like, if you need help ask whomever you trust and feel safe with. You all are strong, you got this. I hope you all take the time to listen to one another, holding a safe space for each other. Always believe in each other but most importantly yourselves.

Take good care of Appa and Tibbers, I know you will. I've always loved your mom, dad and brother too. I am sorry it had to get so complicated. I hope you all find true happiness, follow your dreams and never give up hope. I will always be rooting for you.

Love Always & Forever,

Rachael - I will never forget any of you.

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