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nyaagolor · 4 months

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Ranking the Ace Attorney main cast on whether or not I think they'd be a narc

I was making a more coherent, serious post about the different approaches to justice each of the characters have and how that is shaped by their backstory... and then I realized a funnier question is what they would do if they saw you eating a weed brownie so I made this post instead

Phoenix: In the trilogy era, yes. He trusts people, but believes that trust has to be built on pursuing justice and always accepting the harsh reality. He'd be sad about it, but a narc nonetheless. In his Beanix era he's making his money through "totally legal gambling" and on the hunt for questionably legal evidence so I have no doubt in my mind there's a pot farm under the WAA for supplemental income. He gives up his narc ways and for that I salute him

Apollo: If I were to pick a single member of this cast who is NOT invited to the rotation it would be him. He had zero hesitation throwing Kristoph to the wolves after working for him for years so I know he has absolutely zero qualms about ratting out his friends or coworkers. Loyalty means nothing in the eyes of justice and it means nothing to him. He's a narc.

Athena: She's gonna lecture you and look all sad about it, but she's no snitch. She's been through the rounds with Simon so she gets it. Having to know you hurt her feelings is enough of a punishment in her eyes

Edgeworth: He's not a narc but he IS obsessed with being right, so if you don't immediately fess up with exactly what you're doing he's going to send your stoned ass to the chess dimension and honestly I think that's worse

Franziska: Unfortunately she is a cop. Narc.

Godot: Diego-era yeah he's a narc, but after the coma? I feel like he has better things to worry about, he would just ignore you. He has some soul searching to do and some grief complexes to unlearn he doesn't have the time to be a lil snitch. Post prison I think he's stoned somewhere in Kurain and chillaxing, as is his right

Klavier: Don't let his rockstar attitude fool you he's a narc and extremely annoying about it. The gavinners tour bus is dry as hell and it's all Klavier's fault. Daryan offers him a line and he gets all uppity and says "the only LINE i want you doing is the third line in the prechorus, you keep messing up the syncopation" and that's the end of that discussion

Simon: He's been in prison so he knows what's up. Not a narc. Might glare at you until you share though

Nahyuta: He's a narc and will lecture you so long about it you're tempted to turn yourself in to get out of earshot. He also never forgets and never forgives. Datz is trying to reform him but it isn't going well

Sebastian: Yes, but I think the idea of him having to turn in someone for it would make him cry so they end up comforting him instead. Kay thinks he needs to try a weed brownie

Maya: I want you to look at me and tell me she doesn't smoke weed. Not a narc

Pearl: I think if she found out that her big sister figure smoked weed she would have a heart attack. Def a narc

Trucy: I can say with absolute certainty that if you really wanted weed she could find you a dealer faster than anyone in the cast. Trucy is a magician and has grown up around a variety of people involved with some seedier institutions, she knows better than to snitch. Has not been and will never be a narc

Kay: Will help you shoplift. Not a narc

Gumshoe: A narc on principle, but would feel really bad about it and would probably let you off with a warning if you started crying or acting upset because I think he's a softie. He's not unreasonable

Ema: If you think she has even the tiniest sliver of respect for cops you're lying to yourself. Not a narc and will actively help you evade police out of principle. A homie, honestly

Fulbright: Not only is he a narc but he definitely runs the DARE program at the local highschool and is printed on half the posters they put up in the precinct. I'm also like 80% sure he doesn't actually know how weed works

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justabrunettewhowrites-stuff · 2 months

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'Amore'

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Reader

A/N:Happy Valentines,ignore the late post.I just wanted to do this little idea bc it's been stuck in my head all day 😭

Clarisse asking you to be her valentine in some rather...awkward circumstances.But hey,at least she asked,right?

You had just stepped out of the shower, hair damp and tousled, wrapped in nothing but a towel, when the door to your cabin burst open without warning. Clarisse La Rue, the tough-as-nails daughter of Ares, stood in the doorway, her eyes widening at the sight of you.

"Uh, Clarisse," you stammered, clutching the towel tightly around you,desperately wishing for the ground to swallow you whole.

But instead of mocking laughter or a scolding remark, Clarisse simply blinked, her expression unreadable for a moment before a smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Well, well, well," she drawled, her voice low and husky. "Didn't expect to see this when I barged in here."

She blinked, then smirked, her gaze lingering a little too long on your glistening skin. "Didn't know you were such a sight, princess," she teased, emphasizing the last word with a playful tone.

You fought to maintain your composure, trying to ignore the way your heart raced at her unexpected compliment.You swallowed hard, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. "I...uh...sorry, I didn't hear you knock."

Clarisse waved off your apology with a dismissive flick of her hand. "Don't worry about it. Besides, it's not like I mind the view." She shot you a teasing wink, and despite your mortification,you couldn't help but feel a flutter of something warm in your chest.

Before you could gather your wits and come up with a coherent response, Clarisse's expression turned serious, her gaze locking with yours.

She straightened, crossing her arms over her chest. "I need to talk to you. It's about tomorrow."

Confusion flickered across your face. "Tomorrow?"

"Yeah, Valentine's Day," she said, rolling her eyes. "I know Castellan's been eyeing you, and I'm not letting him beat me to it."

Clarisse took a step closer, her expression unreadable. "I'm asking you to be my valentine. Tomorrow."

You blinked,your brain struggling to process the whirlwind of emotions coursing through you.Clarisse "I'll beat your ass into next month" La Rue,asking you to be her Valentine? It was unexpected, to say the least.

"Clarisse, I...I don't know what to say," you admitted,your voice barely above a whisper.

She took a step closer, closing the gap between you until you could feel the warmth of her breath against your skin.

Your heart skipped a beat at her boldness, and for a moment, you were rendered speechless.Eventually you find it in yourself to talk,your voice slightly shaky as you spoke "..I..I-sure...I'd love to-" you stammered nervously

But before you could finish your sentence, she closed the distance between you, leaning in suddenly to press her lips against yours in a kiss.

When she pulled away, she wore a triumphant smirk. "See you tomorrow, princess," she said, turning on her boot and striding out of the cabin, leaving you standing there, breathless and bewildered.

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zepskies · 6 months

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OMG I KEED A PART 2 TO SAM HAVING A CRUSH ON DEANS GF

Like idk maybe say Sam didn't listen to Dean and tried making a move on reader? Like ofc he wouldn't ever do that *I don't think* but in this hypothetical scenerio it happens

Hey hun!

Oooof, that's hard. You guys really like this angsty love triangle stuff, huh? 😂 I genuinely think Sam would rather saw off his own hand than hurt Dean that way. But this is like, the only thing I could think of on this one. 😅

See this imagine for context: You are Dean's one exception.

Pairing: Dean W. x Reader, one-sided Sam W. x Reader Word Count: 1,100

Imagine: Sam crosses the line.

Goddamn witches.

That's the last coherent thought Sam has, before his mind is no longer completely his to control.

Well, it's still his mind. His body. But the careful door in his mind and in his heart, reinforced with steel and chained shut with titanium, combo-coded, locked and loaded, now has broken hinges.

Thoughts he hasn't allowed himself to think for months are pried open, with a sick kind of enjoyment in pain.

You're his brother's girl. Sam can't help but love you. He wants you. And now, he might be able to have you.

The witch is dead, but the spell she just hit Sam with remains. He's not dead, so that's a plus.

"Are you okay?" you ask him, slightly breathless. You're the closest to where he's sprawled on the ground, so you go to him. You touch his arm, and he can't help but clamp down on your hand. He looks at you with the thinly veiled eyes of a hunter as he smiles. Because your concern reaches the deepest parts of him.

"I'm fine," he says.

But Dean reads the hunger in his brother's eyes. He's subtle in the way he grasps your shoulder and Sam's (noticeably tighter).

"But what happened? How do you feel?" you ask, trying to take stock of what you're all dealing with here.

"I uh...feel fine, actually," Sam says. He rolls his shoulders. His gaze focuses on you. Dean holds him back from getting off the ground.

"Get the book. See if there's a way to fix this," Dean tells you without taking his eyes off Sam.

Sam tilts his head at Dean, the beginning of an angry frown on his lip as you rush away to find the witch's spell book.

"What's the matter, Dean?" Sam asks. He doesn't bother to lower his voice. (He literally doesn't have a filter anymore.) "Afraid of what might happen when she actually has the chance to choose?"

Dean's lips purse as his eyes darken. "This isn't you. And when you wake up from this, you're either gonna hate yourself for even thinkin' what you're thinkin', or you're gonna have one hell of a headache."

Sam stares back incredulously. He scoffs. "What're you gonna do, kill me?" They both know that's not happening.

But that's also when Dean knocks him the hell out.

When Sam wakes, it's to you stuffing tissues in his bloody nose. He groans a bit. He looks at you and still wants. But when he looks down at himself, he's in the bunker, handcuffed to the war room table.

You look worried for him as you go back to your side of the table with the book. Dean is oddly nowhere in sight. Sam thought he'd be watching you (and Sam) like a hawk.

"Dean'll be back in a sec. He's trying to get ahold of Rowena," you supply. "But how're you feeling? What's the spell doing to you exactly?"

Sam rolls the kinks out of his neck and removes the tissues, even though his entire face radiates with pain. His brother once promised to break his nose, and he did just that.

"Basically? I think it took away my inhibitions," he replies. More like threw them in a blender and put his deepest, headiest desires into overdrive.

You frown. "Like a really bad bender, or a truth serum kind of thing? But why would he punch you out for that?"

Your gears are turning rapidly, weighing out all the options. You always were smart. Sam leans forward slowly. Noting your thread of wariness, his face softens. He doesn't want to scare you...

He sighs. "Listen...there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now."

He reaches out a hand. You're looking at him in frozen surprise. His curled fingers brush your cheek. He leans in toward your face.

But you flinch and pull away.

"What the hell are you doing?" you ask.

Sam should've known, but it still hurts him. His jaw clenches. The spell takes away his self-preservation, however.

Just as he might've tried with words to finally confess the depths of his heart, the door creaks open.

The sound of Dean's heavy boots approaching makes him flinch. But Sam looks over with an unrepentant stare.

Dean glances at Rowena, nostrils flaring. "Fix him." He gestures at Sam before he joins you on your side of the table, resting a protective hand on your back.

Rowena shoots him a droll look. "Only because you asked so nicely."

"I don't need fixing!" Sam argues, glaring at Dean. His voice echoes on the bunker's walls. "You're just afraid of what happens if she knows the truth!"

Your eyes widen further. You look from Sam, to your boyfriend. Dean's jaw is clenched tight.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?!" you ask in earnest. Dean meets your gaze for a moment, his face tense. His reluctant eyes communicate to you things you never knew. Things that clog emotion in your throat. Dean turns back to Sam.

"Don't do this, Sammy. It don't end well for you," Dean says.

"Like hell," Sam retorts.

"Okay, sleep now, dear," Rowena says. And with a wave of her hand and a haze of violet, Sam's world once again blackens.

When he next wakes, he's in his own bed. Not restrained. He indeed has a massive headache, and it's hard to breathe through his still broken nose. He groans and turns, and his brother is there.

When the overwhelming guilt sets in, Sam knows he's himself again, with all the careful walls around his heart put back in place. Rowena must've broken the spell when he was unconscious. Dean can see the truth in Sam's eyes.

"There he is," Dean remarks dryly. "Our giant Jekyll and Hyde."

Sam inhales deeply. "Dean..." I'm sorry doesn't quite cut it.

"She knows," Dean says, after a moment. "Obviously."

Sam nods, swallowing past a lump in his throat. He hesitates to ask the next burning question, because part of him knows the answer.

"It doesn't change anything."

Sam's head turns at the sound of your voice. You stand in the doorway, with your arms crossed despite the disheartened look on your face. Your eyes meet his, steady and sad, but firm.

"I know," Sam says, with a small, self-deprecating smile. "I'm sorry...for all this."

"It's not your fault," you reply. Spell or no spell, the way he feels is not his fault.

You step into the bedroom and go to Sam's bedside, laying a hand on Dean's shoulder. That hand smoothes up his neck, and your fingers briefly thread into his hair. Another silent conversation passes between you and Dean, the way only lovers that close can accomplish.

After a beat, Dean nods and gets up out of his chair. He thumbs at your cheek; it's both an answer to your unspoken request and an endearment. Then he pats Sam's shoulder before he leaves you and Sam alone in the room.

Trust. That's what that is. Dean trusts you, and now that the spell has worn off, he trusts Sam again.

Sam meets your gaze. As awful as he feels, he still loves you. He knows you know by the way your gaze meets his.

All he wants to do is touch you.

To apologize, and to touch you.

He hates himself.

You shake your head. "I love you, Sam. As my friend. My brother."

"I know," he nods. "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry," you reply. "You just have to respect that."

"'Course, I do," Sam nods again. You would've never known, if not for the damn spell.

You surprise him by taking his hand. Yours is soft and warm and kind.

Always kind...

But never truly his to hold.

AN: GAH! The Angst. You could bottle it. 😩

Want to know what that conversation was like between Dean and the reader after she "found out?"

Read It Here: You and Dean talk about Sam's feelings.

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doobea · 5 months

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✰⋆⁺★ FUZZY BRAIN ─ CHOSO KAMO

synopsis: Choso spends the evening learning about the effects of alcohol, talking about his life goals, and gets his first kiss - all in that order.

contents: canon universe, manga spoilers + character death mentioned in passing, gn!reader, pov kinda switches back and forth w internal thoughts, sfw, fluff, hurt/comfort, slight suggestiveness, first kiss + making out, friends to lovers, choso gets drunk in this and is a bit shy and awkward + learning how to be a regular half human/half curse - y'know the whole deal word count: 1.3K a/n: if hes not underneath my christmas tree by Dec 25th then idk what to do

Choso quickly learns that alcohol brings out a side of him that he's not proud of. He's not careful with his words, not careful with his actions, and not careful with his emotions. That's why, he's glad that he's currently drunk out of his mind around you.

"I..." his voice starts wavering, head groveling against your kitchen counter as he fails to find grip around the glass of whiskey. "I don't think I deserve anyone..."

Oh no. Internally, Choso feels himself cringe but he knows he can't stop now. The oversharing has begun.

"I'm still trying to figure out how to properly live as a human," he feels himself choking on incoming tears as he thinks back to Yuki's last words. He pauses to control his breathing, only continuing when he feels the warmth from your hands rubbing the back of his shoulders. "I can't forgive myself for what I've done and I don't expect anyone else to do the same."

"Hey," you gently call out his name and brush away some of the matted strands sticking against his forehead. Choso is positive that he's sweating up a storm by how hot he feels thanks to the alcohol. "I don't think you really knew what you were fighting for. You were manipulated, used, and then tossed aside by your own father. It's shitty how everything happened but you're doing the right thing now."

Choso hears your words, appreciates them dearly to his heart, but he's too wasted to actually say anything coherent back. He hums absentmindedly and says what he thinks is a 'thanks'.

You take a cautious peek at the man and smile. His scar pop out so much more when the rest of his cheeks are red, you find it hypnotizing and a bit adorable. Mostly adorable. Whatever. You're both drunk.

"Let's pretend that you're not a century old half-curse for a second," you continue after a minute of silence from counting his lashes, losing count, and restarting about five times. "What would you like to be now?"

Choso blinks, finally raising his head up from the counter and gives you a teary look. "I don't feel like a curse when I'm around you," and then, he quickly adds on, "or Yuuji, or the others."

You laugh at his answer before sliding your body out of the barstool, stopping only when half of your body is on the floor and the upper half is leaning against his legs for support.

You hear Choso calling out your name anxiously. "...Are you okay? Should I get someone—"

"You're making me melt," you crane your head up and you're not sure if this is from the drinks, the dim lighting from the shitty lightbulbs in the ceiling, or if Choso has always just been so pretty. You feel like you could drown in his eyes with how much tender and vulnerability he's allowing out. You bump your head against his legs, giggling and letting the alcohol take over. "You're so genuinely sweet and self-sacrificing, I think you deserve the world."

Choso begins to chuckle in return, although not as enthusiastically. He feels the need to have some control or else he'll really set himself loose. "I appreciate you, too."

You raise two thumbs up. "Back to the game – what would you be doing?"

Choso thinks about it way too hard. Maybe it’s the alcohol already making his brain go foggy. He sips some whiskey again, but his motions sluggish and messy that he ends up spilling some of it all over his face, making you howl with laughter as he rushes to wash his face.

That makes him feel slightly better. Not too drunk. Not too warm.

You're still on the floor, laughing. Choso finds some confidence and nudges you with his foot and, instead of sitting back down on the barstool, he joins you on the floor.

"I would probably own a coffee shop," Choso muses. "The ones with cats roaming around. I've seen a few from the movies that Yuuji showed me."

"Ooh, somehow that fits you!" You're giggling even more now. Just the image of him, a big grungy man with a kitten themed apron tied around his waist, is almost enough to make you swoon. Almost. "Can I be the barista that doesn't actually do any of the work and spends all their time hanging out with the cats?"

Choso smiles amusingly. "Only if you're okay with me joining in."

He’s redder now, and Choso knows this is the alcohol. He would never be this bold with you, or with anyone really. You get up on your knees and, before Choso asks you where you're going, you hover over him, caging him between your limbs.

"I want us to have senior cats," you're leaning in and, wow, he feels his brain short circuiting right now. "And I want the cafe to be by the ocean."

"Isn't this supposed to be my dream?"

"Hey, it can be both of our dreams too!"

Yeah, you're both super drunk.

A grin spreads across your face as you lift up one hand and begin stroking Choso’s cheek with gentleness. Choso shivers a little. He’s not sure how to react, because he’s frozen, staring up at his beautiful—beautiful?—friend who's currently on top of him looking down to his eyes like he’s the most precious thing ever, and Choso feels like dying a little. He’s also a bit short of breath. He’s a bit short of everything right now.

You're giggling again. You're so close, the mix of your perfume and the alcohol tickles Choso's nostrils, and he's trying so hard to resist the urge to pull you down and kiss you.

Luckily, you've read his mind and finally lean in, capturing his lips. And it’s all so familiar and strange at the same time, as if doing anything with you is as easy as breathing to him. Choso immediately finds himself kissing back. He hesitantly brings his hands up and finds home around your waist, relishing in how soft your body feels and how your lips are now easily his favorite thing in the whole world. You break away from him and begin peppering kisses across his jawline, down to his neck, his shoulders—

Choso's dead right now, but he also feels alive, and he feels like floating, and god he is so drunk right now.

He chokes out your name, and it’s all he can say. No other words come out. He just hopes your name is a good sign to let him know how wrecked he is right now.

He mutters your name over and over again, getting you to laugh against his neck, and Choso is feeling a mix of ‘this is too much’ and feeling like he needs more. You get back up, giving him one more kiss – slow and gentle – and then pull away.

You lend him a hand, and smiling softly as you pull him on his feet, quick to hold him against you when he’s too drunk to move. "Hey, are you feeling better now?"

And Choso just nods because he can’t trust himself to speak.

"Perfect," you grin and throw one of his limp arms over your shoulders. "Let's get you to bed then."

"You're... You're staying here, right?" he asks before he can stop himself.

"Cho, you're in my apartment!"

Right, duh.

He doesn’t really focus on the journey to your bedroom, since he's too hyperaware on how close your bodies are and how he still really wants to kiss you, but he won’t.

Somehow, you manage to pull him into your bed. It's nice, smells just like you, and the throbbing and warmth in his body starts to calm down just a little.

"Y’know, Cho," you begin, yawning. "We can do this anytime you feel overwhelmed."

Choso frowns. "Talking?"

"Kissing."

Choso is dead.

Officially dead.

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heartilywrites · 6 months

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♡ — Love like you ; H. Callahan

cw: THIS IS A MINORS DNI !! cheating, some angst, but I didn't went straight to it-, cheerleader!reader, fluff, a moment of josabel because I love them, it gets +18 after the bold letters [fingering, top!Hazel, public sex]

word count: 2.9k

a/n: this is the beginning of my cheerleader!reader x loser!hazel brainrot. it wasn't suppose to end up with smut but I got carried away with the ~feels~. hope you enjoy!

“ 𝓣he sound of you calling for my name, I want to hear it. ”

Hazel felt miserable, she felt like the whole world lost its meaning as soon as you walked away.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You. . . You're breaking up with me?” your voice whispered, with tears accumulating on your eyes and your hands slowly back down from her face.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I am so sorry, I really am.” she continued to say after that, your whole body moved away from the girl and that made her heart break even more. “I just don't like the idea of people judging you for being with me.”

Your frown turned from confused to angry. “Is someone saying anything to you?” A couple of football players, she thought quickly, but instead of saying it, she shook her head. “I don't get it then, I– you–” no coherent words came out of you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm sorry.” was the last thing you heard before standing from the bench and walk away with your heart in your hands and the flowers that you were going to give her to match on prom in your bag.

Hazel wasn't really one to think about what people said about her, but it did got to her how the football players were teasing or making fun of you. She loved you as much as you loved her, she was aware of that, so it hurt three times more when she saw you on halls after that and you ignored her.

Eye bags badly covered with concealer, your nose and eyes was red almost everyday and Isabel never left your side while Brittany was getting your stuff. She felt horrible looking how much she hurt you, but she was as bad as you were and you knew that, you've been watching her.

On the cafeteria, playing with your food while Isabel told you that you should eat something, your eyes were static on Hazel's silhouette as you were doing for weeks now, but she didn't notice that. Isabel followed your gaze when she saw you distracted, she sighed.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You should move on from her, darling.” you heard snapping back, turning to your friend when Hazel turned to you without giving her the satisfaction of seeing your gaze on her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm trying, I don’t know what else to do. . .” your voice sounded weak, Isabel hugged you before you started to cry.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It's okay, maybe we can—” a male voice calling for you interrupted your talk, both of you turned to said voice.

A football player was standing infront of your table with a bouquet of flowers on his hands and a sweet smile on his face, you tried to smiled back at him. “Hey, Kev, can I help you?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You know, I was just thinking. You're a girl, a cheerleader, I'm a boy, a player, and I also like you. . . I wanted to know if you want to go out with me. Tonight.” he explained, you blinked surprised at the sudden confession while he extended the flowers your way.

A quick look was shot to Hazel's way and you could see her take her things and starting to walk away, so you turned to the boy and faked a smile. “I would love to!” you exclaimed loud enough, seeing how your ex stopped for a second on place. She didn't look back to you or her friends, a second later, she walked faster away.

And after that you and. . . Oh, yeah, Kevin, you and Kevin started dating. It really wasn't that good of a relationship, but it did help you to get your head out of Hazel.

He showered you in gifts, most of them being papers with simple 'I love you' or a single rose and you thought about those gifts Hazel would get you; your favorite candies, a funny card she bought at a store that reminded her of you, something significant for the both of you, hand-made hearts she did in classes where you weren't with her. . . All of those gift you still have on a box in home, the same gifts you looked at when you arrived home after going out with your new boyfriend and smiled at them with nostalgia.

Maybe you didn't really moved on from her and that was what scared you a bit, she was always present in the back of your mind and you just wanted for it to stop, knowing it wasn't really healthy. You wanted to move on from her, but you were sure she was your great love.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “And that's how I saved the game.” your boyfriend finished the story while you zoned out with your face in one hand.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “That's great, babe, you're a hero.” an automated response came from your way, the bell finally rang and you started to collect your things.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, I'll take it.” he said moving his hand to your backpack and you smiled at him, shaking your head.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It's okay, Kev, I got it.” you said, “I just need to go to the ladies room before chemistry, alright?” before he could answer you gave him a kiss on the lips and walked with hurry to the bathroom.

When opening the door your eyes met those green ones that you missed so much, both of you froze in spot.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hey. . .” Hazel whispered like she was running out of air. You smiled a bit and waved. “You, uh, you look great. . .”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Thanks.” you said back at her. “You too.”

A small thank you left her mouth. Another silence, “Listen, uh, I'm really sorry how things ended–”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It's okay, Hazel. . .” her name fell from your lips like butter and she almost melt to the sound of it. “I guess we're better now.”

She nodded a bit, with a tiny pout on her lips. “O–Okay, I. . . I have to go to class.” she said making her way to you, you nodded too and made space for her to go through.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hope to see you at prom.” you said, she smiled at you and you slipped in to the bathroom.

Hazel was not going at prom at first. She didn't want to see how the love of her life was dancing, smiling and having fun with some douche while she was sitting on a table with her friends. But that was until she got to her locker and a plastic box fell from it, she changed her mind.

“ I bought it for you a month ago and if you're going it needs to be with style, maybe you'll conquer a girl's heart like you did with mine. ” and your name as a signature. She had to go now.

Asking for money from her mom to buy a last minute suit and going from mall to mall was what Hazel's afternoon consisted. She dragged Josie and PJ with her to help her get a cute one, one that you may like and Josie knew from a very confidential and trustworthy source —ahem, Isabel— which color you picked for your dress, so they based that for her suit.

Prom night came along and everyone was arriving at the gym. You arrived with your friends instead of your boyfriend, who was arriving with the team.

A beautiful long dark green dress with a opening on your left leg was your outfit that night, along with high heels and on your wrist two flowers: the one that your boyfriend got you that was in a red color and the one you got for Hazel and you in a white color.

The night was pretty calm while you where there, you danced with your friends and one slow song with your boyfriend and it was already two hours in.

Hazel arrived a bit late, nervous for that night, but as soon as she saw you dance with Brittany, all her worries disappeared.

She went to sit with her friends when she got to distinguish them and was received with a bunch of whistles and claps.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yeah, Hazel, coming to get some tonight!” PJ laughed when her friend made a turn on herself and the comment made her blush. “Go get your girl, dude, she's been looking at us all night waiting for you.”

Hazel shook her head nervous again, Josie stood up and took her by the arm. “Let's go, Romeo.” she said while dragging her to the dance floor.

You were dancing your heart out with Isabel, laughing a bit when you saw how Brittany started to dance with someone else and made kissing noises to her, she clearly just flipped you.

When Josie arrived you greet at her with a smile, expression that widened when your eyes locked with Hazel's.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hello, ladies; I came to take my girlfriend so we can dance a bit and in exchange I got you a dance partner.” Josie said pointing to Hazel, she waved awkwardly. The girl took her girlfriend's hand and started to make her way to the center of the dance floor.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hey!” you screamed a bit because of the music, she smiled big and greeted back. “You look pretty!”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You look so gorgeous.” she said, that comment made you blush and laugh a bit. Conveniently, a slow song started to play and both of you blinked surprised. “Do you. . . want to dance?”

You nodded while smiling. At the DJ set-up, Josie asked him to play the most romantic and slow song he had on the playlist. “Oh, you did this for them, didn't you?” Isabel asked acknowledging her plan.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Kinda, I did it for us too, we haven't slow danced in the night and I think that should be illegal.” Josie responded, getting a laugh from her girlfriend before she rested her arms on her shoulders.

Just as you did with Hazel, you knew your boyfriend was doing something stupid outside so you didn't care about it. Her hands hugged your waist cautiously and you swore that contact almost made you fall.

Neither of you broke the eye contact from each other, feeling as if it was only the two of you in the dance floor.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I've missed you.” the girl infront of you started to talk, your brows rose. “You have no idea how much I've missed you.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I've missed you too. . .” you whispered, getting closer to her, smiling with tenderness. “You, your kisses, your hands, your words. . .” both faces were dangerously close.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm really sorry, I shouldn't break things up, you're the best I have.” that was all you needed to hear before making your lips meet hers.

Both mouths moving with such synchronization, you knew how well you both worked together and that made you know how bad a decision was to leave each other.

The kiss turned from sweet and tender to desperate and passional, your hands tangled in her hair and her tongue asked for access to your mouth, before you could let her she stopped the gesture making you follow her head for her lips again.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We. . . Let's go.” Hazel took your wrist and started to make her way, you following closer.

Even though it wasn't the most creative of places, Hazel got both of you in the bathroom. Making sure it was empty, she attacked your lips again, fully asking for access to your mouth at the beginning, action that you granted and followed.

She walked backwards without stopping the action and got into a stall, closing the door after you and pushing you against it, locking you between her arm while the other was on your waist.

Soft moans vibrated on your throat and drowned against the girl's mouth while your hands pull her closer asking for her body to be on yours and your left leg rose a bit to her side to have Hazel between you. When she pushed away for air, your mouth was quick to make her way through her jaw and neck, getting to a weak spot and hearing her moan, you smiled with satisfaction. Your lips attended that area and made a hickey, in your most foggy thinking and still wanting to claim her.

Hazel took your face in her free hand to make you look at her with a mischievous smile.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You missed me that much, huh?” she said hoarsely and you bit your bottom lip while nodding.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I told you, I missed your hands.” you responded seductively. “Did you miss me?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Honey, every night.” she answered, attacking your lips once again. The hand she had on your waist started to make her way under your dress and playing with your underwear.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hazel~” your voice called needy for your ex. “Please, baby, I've missed you.” your hips moved a bit while you made a pouty face. “You owe me.”

She laughed for a moment, before making her nose touch yours. “But have you been good? Has he not attended my pretty girl how she deserves while I was gone?” she asked against your lips.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “He doesn't know how, I'm tired of him.” you growled with a disgusted face, switching to pout again. Hazel laughed again. “Make me feel good, my love.” a plead came from you, your hand resting on her the arm playing with your sanity.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “My baby is needy of me, huh?” before you could answer to her question, her hand rubbed against you and you let out a moan. “Call my name, I want to hear you.”

You said as demanded, her name falling from your mouth with a moan and Hazel was delighted at that sound, the one she missed to hear from you while asking her for more while you were underneath her body.

With such agile one of her digits began to enter you slowly, your mouth opened at the feeling of her.

When she was about to speak, the door to the bathroom opened, both of you froze with eyes widened. The sound of two girls talking filled the room while they were doing their make-up.

You look at Hazel and notice a malicious smile on her, your head was shaking and before you could stop her another finger was inside you and the hand she had beside you was now on your mouth to muffled any sound.

You felt your heartbeat raise as soon as Hazel's fingers began to move inside you. You did tried to not moan loudly, pressing the hand on your mouth with one of your own so your sounds wouldn't be as loud.

Her pace fastened and your eyes closed when a third digits was added, her thumb looked to satisfy your clit with circle caressings.

For what you felt an eternity, the girls walked back out while laughing about some joke one of them told and you moved Hazel's hand from your mouth. “You're a bitch.” you moaned and Hazel's brows raised with fun.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “That's not nice, hun.” she laughed, in a fast move she made you face the door and began to take back her pace in you, with her free hand she tugged your hair away from your shoulder and leave a kiss there while you throw your head back. “You love it.”

Her free hand took care of your breast, giving it squeezes and her mouth left wet kisses on your neck.

You felt overwhelmed by all the attention given, your abdomen felt tight, giving you an alert that you were so near.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hazel, baby.” you called again, she knew exactly what was about to happen, so her pace speeded one more time making you melt into moans and irregular breaths.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Do it, darling, come for me. I want to hear you.”

And one moment after, you cried out as you reached your climax. Your forehead rested against the door, feeling a little bit lightheaded, Hazel came out of you and turned you around. Now the kiss she left was sweet and she smiled with such innocence that made you laugh.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, god, I hope you brought more make–up.” she said with her eyes a bit widen.

Making sure no one was there you both left the stall and your jaw dropped at your own image in the mirror. “Hazel, what the fuck!”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You loved it, don't lie.” she said after washing her hands and hugging you from behind while you where removing the lipstick and mascara ruined on your face. “You look gorgeous; with make-up, without make-up, all fucked up by me.”

You laughed loudly at that and once you finished cleaning your face you turned around to face her. “My place? No one's home and you still owe me, darling.”

Nodding with a big smile, both of you were quick to get out of the dance without saying goodbye to anyone and taking Hazel's car as you took Isabel's.

Later you were going to text. . . Yeah! Kevin! To tell him that you were over, but as in for right now, Hazel and you needed to get up-to-date about a bunch of stuff.

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mouschiwrites · 2 months

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congrats on 400 & i'm so happy to be here!!!

for the event, if you still write for south park, could i get headcanons of maybe the main 4 + butters receiving genuine, heartfelt compliment and love from their partner? male or gn if that's okay/needed!!!

i've been craving soft comfort qwq

- 🍡

Here you are love!

South Park - Main Four (+ Butters) Reacting to Genuine Affection

Kyle

Okay, so you guys definitely have quite a bit of banter in your relationship

So at first it takes him a minute to figure out when you're actually being serious

"Kyle, you're so pretty."

He'll just blink at you for a second

When you don't give him a teasing smirk or burst out laughing, that's when he knows you're being real

And then his cheeks turn a few shades darker, and he looks away bashfully

He'll mutter something semi-coherently, not looking at you at all while he says it:

"Yeah, well... you're prettier..."

It's not that he doesn't believe what you say, or that he's embarrassed, he's just taken off guard

He actually really loves when you surprise him like that

He will be thinking about it for the next week at least

He'll totally zone out, too—just replaying that moment over and over in his mind

A little smile comes to his lips involuntarily, and he might even start blushing a little

He's just got to be careful not to do it around the guys... he'd never hear the end of it

Stan

He's convinced you're being fake or joking at first

Especially if it just comes out of the blue

"I love you, Stan."

He'll just blink, waiting for the "just kidding" or the punchline

When it doesn't come his face scrunches up a little

"You're... being serious?"

He's not trying to sound rude, he's just having a hard time believing you

He struggles with insecurity :(

No matter how long you've been together, he still doesn't know why someone like you would ever love him

But when you just smile sincerely and tell him that yes, you are being serious, his heart flutters

He definitely gets that huge lovesick grin of his (you know the one)

And he'll look at you with the purest loving gaze

Be prepared for a bear hug :D

And maybe some happy tears on your shoulder

Butters

It doesn't even occur to him that you might be joking

He believes everything you say, unless it's ultra-obvious you're joking

And even then he's more inclined to take whatever you're saying/doing as genuine, if only for his own delusional enjoyment

So, even if it comes out of nowhere, Butters accepts your affection

"You're the best thing in my life, Butters."

He'll put on a huge grin, taking your hand and squeezing it excitedly

"You're my favorite ever, Y/n!"

Cue the tooth-rotting fluff

This is how you two often fall into bouts of sickeningly sweet affection; cuddling, hand holding, "no-I-love-you-more" competitions...

It is very cheesy

But Butters LIVES for it

He loves it when you can both be all genuine like that; it increases his own confidence, plus it gives him a chance to show his unending love for you :)

Kenny

I feel like Kenny's really good about reading your emotions

And matching them as soon as he's aware

So even if you're in the middle of the goofiest goof session, he'll flip the switch just as quick as you

He'll know you're being genuine right away, and wastes no time being dumbfounded or anything

"I'm so in love with you."

You can see his cheeks going a little pink, but he smiles the brightest smile and hugs you tight

Then he returns the affection in full; both physically and verbally

It doesn't matter if you were being verbal or physical with your affection, he'll give you both in return

"I'm in love with you, too."

Depending on if you're in a silly affectionate or serious affectionate mood (again, he'll know), you may or may not end up in a hybrid cuddle-tickle fight

Otherwise you'll settle down somewhere and just bask in each other's arms

Maybe playing with each other's hair, mumbling sweet nothings, listening to heartbeats and breathing

Cartman

He is NOT going to take you seriously (or at least that's how it'll seem)

Even when he realizes that you are, indeed, being serious, he's going to make fun of you

"I love you more than you even know."

He tries to play off the way his cheeks turn pink and the way his heart flutters

He'll look away, waving his hand dismissively at you

"Pff, whatever. You're so cheesy, Y/n."

In reality, he's internalizing what you said and it's getting him higher than the moon

And he can't help just hugging you, at the very least

Or pretending to suplex you as an excuse to get you laying on top of him with his arms around your waist

Then he'll start to think about what you said more, and after a while he'll mutter, almost inaudibly:

"I love you more, stupid."

He'll never admit that he said it (activate gaslighting mode), but he secretly hopes that you really did hear it, and that you believe he said it (despite what he'll try to make you believe)

Because he meant it, and he wants you to know that he feels the same about you :)

Thanks for this request! And thank you so much for reading, take care doves <33

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cherrylovelycherry · 5 months

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Independence, trust and talk

pairing: Neuvillette x fem!reader cw/genre: light angst, fluff, established relationships, short. masterlist! requests open!

Y/N and Neuvillette were having a fight.

Once the two stopped arguing, they just looked at each other. The room was silent, the tension was heavy. Neuvillette looked like he was about to break down, he never liked to argue… especially with her.

Neuvillette left the room and went into his and her bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Suddenly, there was a clap of thunder in the sky as it started pouring rain outside.

"You're upset, to keep talking coherently I need you to calm down, Y/N." Her face looked relaxed but inside she was trying to find a solution to the problem.

"Calm down my balls I don't have any, Neuvillette." Maybe she was a little rude with that.

"The only thing is that you don't trust me."

"That's not true, yes I do-"

"Stop lying! You think I'm weak compared to the traveller, he's the one you've always asked for help-" She interrupted him again.

"Right! Yes, you are too weak and vulnerable compared to all of Fontaine." After all, Neuvillette was getting irritable too.

"…" Silence on both sides.

"If you consider me like that, why the fuck did we get married!?" she shouted, her voice coming out choppy.

Y/N ran both hands through her hair as she remembered the argument. She felt her eyes burning, tears begging to come out. She froze in place from before, her body was numb.

With one of the sleeves of his t-shirt she wiped away her tears roughly, as she moved towards the kitchen. She set about preparing dinner with sobs and mumbles.

She might not be the strongest, but at least she wanted to feel useful. Especially seeing how happy and relieved her husband looked to engage in conversation with the traveller.

It wasn't long before Neuvillette came out of the room, noticing that his wife was already making dinner.

He couldn't believe it, that after their argument his wife could still make the meal… if he had been in her place, he would have cancelled all meal plans.

It seems that for Y/N, dinner was a good distraction from her feelings.

He walked over to her and gave her a back hug.

Her body tensed as she felt Neuvillette's arms around her waist.

"Mhm, not now, Neuvillette." She mumbled, finishing cooking dinner, she turned off the cooker. She pulled away from his grip in a calm manner.

"Dinner is ready, just for you to help yourself." She spoke, not looking at him.

His heart was heavy from the words spoken in the heat of the fight to his wife.

He decided to take a step back, and not press his wife.

"Thank you, Y/N."

He went to serve their dinner, and then sat down at the table.

"I'm going out for some air, I'll be right back." She spoke, making her way to their shared bedroom, just to put on a sweater.

"It's okay, Y/N."

He too began to eat, he wouldn't want his wife to overlook her own food.

In the back of his mind were several things he wanted to say to her, but he knew it wasn't the time.

...

Y/N walked and walked, wandering here and there, she was looking for someone, but nothing appeared.

"Hmmm…" She thought as she put a hand to her chin.

Maybe if she faked a dangerous situation? Shame on her, that wouldn't work.

She continued strolling through the brightly lit streets of Fontaine, the rain had stopped a moment ago. She was so deep in thought that she bumped into someone, there were no falls.

"Oh! Finally, Traveler." And obviously, paimon.

...

Y/N returned after a one hour, the time spent asking the traveller a few questions flew by.

Neuvillette had just finished eating when Y/N returned.

"How did it go?" He asked her, his tone of voice lacking confidence.

He knew something was going to bother her, but he didn't know how to talk to her without starting the argument they'd had this afternoon all over again. But to resolve it they had to talk.

"Oh-uhm. Calm and relaxed. Heh." She spoke, truth be told she had relaxed for what he was before, the air helps a lot.

Neuvillette's face still looked sad after their argument this afternoon, but in his mind he had an idea of how to tell his wife what he wanted.

He planned to ask for her forgiveness.

"Well, Y/N, can we talk?"

"Ah, yes, what is it?" she asked as she took off her jacket and hung it on the coat rack by the door.

"Can I talk to you about what happened this afternoon?"

"…" She sighed.

"Right." They both sat on the furniture, neither spoke.

He looked her straight in the eye.

"Y/N, I'm sorry for my attitude this afternoon. It was very hurtful, and it hurts me to know that I hurt the person I love and who loves me."

"I know my attitude was horrible, but I never questioned your ability to protect yourself."

He held out his hand in case Y/N wanted to take it.

"And if according to you you don't question my ability, why don't you ever let me do things on my own?" She spoke, looking down at her hands, accepting his grip on her hand.

"…I wish you would consider me differently." She muttered.

Neuvillette gave her hand a gentle tug and made her look up at him.

"To keep you from hurting yourself, that's the main thing."

He couldn't see her sad for this reason, he didn't want to see her sad for something he had done.

"I wouldn't want you to think that I never trust you, but I don't want you to overlook your safety."

His heart felt a little lighter.

"I know I've been very overprotective, and I've made you feel incapable… I'm sorry."

She sighed.

"I didn't see it that way." She spoke, feeling embarrassed.

"But really, I don't want you to keep sending the traveller to take care of me."

"Okay, so… would you feel more comfortable if you were out walking around or doing your commissions by yourself?"

He was staring at her, he was trying to understand her.

"Uhum." She mused with a nod.

"By the way…what did you do when you went out?" he asked curiously, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Ohhh, I went to ask the traveller some questions." She spoke, feeling embarrassed about it.

"Mmm, what things?" He smiled at his wife.

"About how I can be so strong sometimes, you know… so I can be better when I do my commissions."

"Do you want to be better at your commissions?"

He laughed as he asked Y/N that question, because he already knew the real reason she asked that question.

"Don't laugh." She snorted looking away ruefully.

"I asked so you wouldn't worry when I go out alone."

"Don't worry, honey, I think you may already be able to take control of your own life. I don't have any doubts in you."

At the end of it all, Neuvillette understood that Y/N just wanted a little independence.

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itsmealaiah · 3 months

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I'm so in love with Bill's star tattoo SOOO

Female reader asking bill why he did it and her secretly loving it she ends up teasing him so much that he punishes her by overestimating her

You just love this, don't you?

tags/ warnings: smut under cut, p in v, riding dom! bill, reader teasing bill about the tattoo, overstimulation, squirting, begging and cursing.

MDNI

pairing: bill x fem reader (not described)

Your POV:

As I was making myself a cup of coffee in the kitchen, I glanced over at Bill, who was sprawled out on the couch in our apartment, flipping through channels. His broad chest rose and fell with each breath, and I couldn't help but admire the new star tattoo that curved around his hip. It was a perfect addition to his already impressive ink collection. He glanced up at me as I walked into the living room, his brown eyes meeting mine. "What's up, baby?" he asked, voice laced with lazy humor.

I paused for a moment, debating whether or not to ask him about the tattoo. I knew it had been awhile since he'd gotten inked, but I hadn't seen any pictures of it yet. "Hey, Bill? Why'd you get that new star tattoo?" I pointed to the small, intricate design on his hip. He chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully.

"Oh, come on, you really want to know?" he teased. I grinned, stepping closer to him.

"Maybe I just want to see if it's as sexy in real life as it is in the pictures." His smirk grew, and I could feel a blush creeping up my neck. "It's pretty nice, I guess." I laughed, trying to play it cool. "Don't you think?"

He shrugged, still smiling. "I mean, it's alright, I guess." I couldn't help but laugh at his modesty. "But it's not like you're going to forget about it anytime soon." His words hung in the air, and for a moment I wondered if I'd gone too far with my teasing. But then, he let out a soft groan and stood up, towering over me.

"You're just saying that because you like it," he growled playfully, reaching out to grab my wrist and pull me closer to him. His grip was firm, but not painful. "You know I could make you forget about it, if I wanted to." His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.

I raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze. "Oh yeah?" I challenged, my heart beginning to race. "And how would you do that, exactly?" I could feel the heat between my legs start to build, and I knew exactly what he was going to do.

He grinned, his perfect lips curving into a wicked smile. "I could make you forget about it with this," he whispered, his fingers brushing against my stomach before moving lower, over the lace of my underwear. My breath hitched as I felt his warm, calloused hand stroke me through the fabric, and all coherent thoughts fled from my mind.

"Ohhh…" I moaned, arching my back against his touch. He chuckled, his hand moving faster, his fingers curling deeper inside of me. I couldn't believe how good it felt, how much I needed this. His other hand found its way under my shirt, tracing patterns on my bare skin as he continued to tease me. "Bill…" I breathed his name, my hips moving of their own accord in time with his touch.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "You like that, baby?" he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "You like how it feels?" My answer came out in a wordless moan as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer still. His other hand left my stomach to cup my breast through my shirt, squeezing gently before rolling my nipple between his fingers.

"Bill…" I whimpered, my head falling back against the couch as I lost myself in the sensation of his touch. He increased the pace, his fingers thrusting deeper inside of me, and I could feel my release building, growing closer with every thrust of his hand. His lips traveled up my neck, sucking and nipping at my skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body.

"That's it, baby," he murmured against my skin. "Let it go." And with those words, I felt my orgasm crash over me, washing away all thought and leaving only the exquisite sensation of his touch. He continued to stroke me through my release, his fingers never losing their rhythm, until my breathing began to steady again. Only then did he finally pull his hand away, allowing me to catch my breath.

He pressed his lips to mine, soft and gentle at first, before deepening the kiss, his tongue dancing with mine. His other hand found its way back up to cup my breast, squeezing gently. I moaned into his mouth, arching my back, wanting more. His touch was like a drug, addictive and impossible to resist. He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look at me, his eyes burning with desire. "You are so sexy," he breathed, his fingers still kneading my breast. "I could spend hours just touching you like this."

The words sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn't believe how good it felt to be wanted like this. His fingers continued their dance, teasing my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I reached up, tangling my fingers in his hair, urging him closer. "Please," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of our breathing. "Don't stop."

He smiled down at me, his eyes darkening. "I won't," he promised, before lowering his head again, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth. He suckled hard, and I cried out, arching my back further. His other hand moved lower, slipping between my legs, parting the folds of my wetness. His fingers brushed against my clitoris, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to do this again"

His fingers began to move in a rhythm that mirrored his lips on my nipple, and I felt my body tighten in response. His other hand left my breast, moving up to cup my face, his thumb stroking over my lips. "I want to taste you," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "I want to feel you on my tongue."

He released my nipple, and I felt the loss acutely, but his touch on my clit only intensified, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. He leaned down, his lips finding mine, his tongue dancing with mine, and I could feel his erection pressing against my leg. I moaned into the kiss, arching into him, wanting more. His fingers never stopped moving, his touch growing more urgent as he neared the brink.

With a groan, he pulled away from the kiss, his breath hot against my ear. "I can't wait anymore," he whispered, his voice strained. He positioned himself between my legs, and I felt the head of his erection at my entrance. "Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice barely audible above the pulsing need that filled the air between us.

I nodded, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he began to push inside, inch by agonizing inch. His skin was hot and smooth against mine, and I felt every inch of him as he filled me. He paused, letting us both adjust to the new sensation, and then began to move, thrusting slowly at first and then with growing urgency. His hips slapped against mine in rhythm with his thrusts, and I could feel him deep inside me, so close to where I needed him to be.

His hands moved to my hips, steadying himself as he pumped harder, faster. The couch creaked beneath us, the springs protesting at the force of our movements. My breath came in ragged gasps, and I could feel my body tense in anticipation, the familiar tightening in my core. "Closer," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "Oh, God, I'm so close."

His answering groan vibrated against my neck, his hips thrusting deeper still. "Me too," he gritted out. "I'm going to lose control." His fingers dug into my flesh, and I arched my back, meeting his thrusts with my own, needing the release that was building within me.

The pressure built, and I felt the familiar tightening in my core. My hips bucked upwards, seeking the friction I needed, and he responded with a groan, thrusting harder. His hands left my hips, moving up to grasp my shoulders, his fingers digging into my flesh as he held on tight.

I arched my back, lifting myself to meet his thrusts, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The sensation was exquisite, overwhelming, and I knew it was only a matter of moments before I lost control. His movements became more urgent, his breath hot and ragged against my neck, his body tense with the effort of holding back.

And then, with a groan that seemed to come from deep within him, he pushed deeper, harder, faster, and I felt the release building, rising like a wave within me. I couldn't hold back anymore, and as he thrust one final time, I cried out, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm.

Hot liquid sprayed across his stomach, his chest, his hands, as I squirted for what felt like an eternity. He followed suit, his body tense as he arched into me, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he emptied himself deep inside me.

Our bodies slid together, slick with sweat and my own juices, as we both tried to catch our breath. He collapsed onto me, his weight pressing me into the couch, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. For a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us, our hearts racing and our bodies still joined in the most intimate of unions.

Finally, his breathing slowed and his weight eased, but he didn't move to pull out. Instead, he rolled us over, still inside me, so that I was sprawled across him, legs dangling over the sides of his hips. "Ride"

I let my head fall back against his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin against my own, as I began to move my hips, slowly at first, and then with growing urgency. His erection fit me perfectly, filling me with each thrust, and I felt the familiar tugging deep inside as my body began to respond once more to his touch.

As I moved, my breasts brushed against his chest, the rough texture of his skin sending delicious shivers down my spine. His hands slid up my back, cupping them around my shoulders, holding me close as he watched me, his gaze intense.

I could feel my orgasm building again, the pressure growing in my core, the sensation of being so full of him overwhelming me in the best possible way. With a moan, I arched my back, my hips moving faster, my body responding to the delicious friction he created.

His hands slid down my back, cupping my ass, and his thrusts became deeper, harder, more urgent. He growled into my neck, his hips meeting mine with each powerful stroke. The couch beneath us creaked, the springs straining as we moved together, our bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of our passion.

As I neared the brink again, my muscles tensed, my breath coming in ragged gasps, I could feel my inner walls contracting around him, milking him, wanting more. And then, with a cry that was part pain, part pleasure, I came again, my body shuddering with the force of the release. Another jet of my essence sprayed across his chest, his stomach, his hands. It looked…clear? what the fuck did I just do? I wondered.

"hey baby? what's this white stuff? it looks transparent" i asked.

"I think you just squirted?" he replied, his voice slightly unsteady.

I blushed, mortified. I didn't even know that was possible. "I… I did?" I asked, still trying to catch my breath.

He laughed, the sound warm and deep. "Yes, you did.." He ran his fingers through my hair, tracing patterns on my skin. "Don't be embarrassed. It's natural." He leaned in, kissing my forehead. "Besides, it just means I made you feel amazing." His words made me blush even deeper, and I could feel the heat spreading across my chest, down to my core.

a/n: requests are open! keep sending them in! love you all

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roronoacherries · 10 months

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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘢 𝘻𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘧𝘵. 𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺

3.404 words — inspired by anon request

content: nsfw, fem. reader, slightly non-con, unprotected, degradation, implied daddy/breeding kink, choking; y/n cheats on zoro with luffy and the swordsman decides that if she wants to be a slut, they can share her.

note: this has been in my drafts for too long i don't even know if it's good but i tried. the characterization and plot are terrible but i'm just tryna get fucked by the captain and his first mate, okay?

luffy would understand. he would. all you needed to do was tell him; tell him that your heart belonged to zoro, that you were his in every sense of the word. he’d drop the subject without hesitation.

he was betraying his first mate without knowing it, all by your cause – the thought weighed on you as you lay breathless in the captain’s arms. the straw hat didn’t know any better – it was on you to let him down, to deny his indecent proposal. but when you felt him pressed against your backside, slurring as he whispered crudities in your ear, all you do was think with your heat, too tipsy to listen to your head or your heart.

the first time should have been the last time. you swore to yourself that it would be when you came to your senses… but didn’t zoro constantly reproach everyone about it being the duty of the crew to fulfill the captain’s orders, regardless of what they may be? and if the captain wanted you on your knees for him, his fingers tangled in your hair as he used you to chase his own pleasure, who were you to deny him of it? if he wanted you to sit on his face while he feasted on you, insatiable from between your thighs, what right did you have to say no?

he was your captain; it was your obligation as a straw hat to obey his orders. all he needed to do was say the word and he could have you – whether he wanted you to ride him, to watch you whimper incoherently as you bounced on his cock, a sweaty, needy mess; to be balls deep inside you, fucking you mercilessly into the mattress, gripping your ass tightly as you moaned incessantly against a pillow.

what zoro didn't know wouldn't hurt him, you reasoned. and this was the last time. you promised yourself you'd tell luffy the truth next time – but time and time again, you couldn't bring yourself to deny your captain. it was too intoxicating, the way luffy could fuck you senseless, using your cunt as his plaything – it was too good to give up.

you loved zoro — he treated you like a goddess, all but worshiping you in bed; he knew your body better than you did and could prove it in a thousand different ways. there was no one who could make you feel like he did, no one who could please you more than he could. the swordsman was a passionate lover; the captain was a selfish one. so it should have been enough for you – it should have been easy to reject luffy’s advances if all he did was use you for his own pleasure, but you liked being used.

you tried to make sense of it, to find reason in your wrongs, but to try and be sensible with luffy’s cock hard against your ass was futile.

“yes, captain”; “please, captain”; “fuck me, captain,” we’re the only coherent thoughts you could form when he came to you, his eyes heavy with lust — the guilt and shame of it all only weighing on you after committing your sins.

and it was guilt-ridden that you always made your way back to zoro, begging to get on your knees for him. you'd please him in all the ways you knew best, never letting him return the favor.

“just let me make you feel good, baby.”

but the swordsman was no fool. he knew that if you were coming to him, asking to suck him off for nothing in return, it wasn't because you wanted to be a good little slut for him. he wasn't blind to the weakness in your step after your disappearances or oblivious to the lingering scent of sex on your skin when you came to him. nor did he miss the hunger in luffy's eyes whenever you strolled past him.

no, but zoro didn't think of confronting you about it. if you wanted to be a whore, he'd let you be one — though not without reminding you who your sweet cunt really belonged to.

you could spread your legs for whoever you desired, it wouldn’t change that he had you wrapped around his finger. all it ever took was one look and he could have your heart racing; he never had to say a word, only to meet your eyes…to absentmindedly drag his fingers along your thigh as he took a swig of sake and you’d stumble over your words, excusing yourself from the dinner table, eagerly awaiting him below the crow’s nest.

“how’s my girl doing?” zoro murmured against your lips, returning the kiss you greeted him with before pulling away, his hands resting on your waist.

“never leave the ship without me again. i missed you,” you pouted, pressing your lips to his once more. wrapping your arms around him, you dragged your lips along his jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses down his neck. “someone might see…” zoro warned quietly, though not pulling away from you either.

“don’t care.” with pleading eyes, you looked up at the swordsman. “i need you.”

“‘s that right?” the swordsman teased, feigning a smirk in spite of the tightness he felt in his chest. he’d already decided this would be the last night he spent with you; why, then, did your words make him falter in his resolve? why did his subconscious hold out for the hope that in asserting that you didn’t care if this relationship was no longer a secret, you were choosing him?

he forced the thought out of his mind. what did it matter, if the damage had already been done. he met your eyes, those he’d lost himself in so many times before. “how badly?”

“so badly,” you sighed, holding his face in your hands. giving into you, zoro closed the gap between you with a feverish kiss. your legs wrapped around his waist, your body aching so desperately for his touch that if he wanted to, you’d let him have you on the deck.

“hold on,” he said, breathlessly, placing a hand on your waist as he stepped toward the ladder of the crow’s nest. you held on to him tightly as he climbed, resting your head comfortably against his shoulder, a soft smile tugging at your lips at the sight of him. “i love you, zoro,” you whispered, closing your eyes and missing the way zoro’s widened at your words.

love.

the word had come easily to you, as if you were worthy of loving him. you tried to push the thought out of your mind, planting soft kisses along zoro’s cheek as your lips made their way back to his the moment you entered the crow’s nest.

you kept your legs locked around him as he gently rest your back against the floor, rolling your hips against his fervently. “please. zoro.”

was it the guilt that made you so desperate to have him?

“so goddamn needy for me, aren’t ya?”

the desire to forget that you’d let someone else stand between your thighs?

“i need you, ‘ro…”

“who’s this pretty cunt belong to?” zoro pressed himself against you, spreading your legs further, the throbbing of his length alone making you feel weak.

“it’s yours, zoro. all yours.” you didn’t deserve him.

“y’ hear that, captain?”

you stiffened, feeling a sudden weight in your chest as zoro stepped back. his gaze stayed fixed on you as you failed to hide the panic and shame on your face. you had no right to look away, to avoid seeing the hint of pain that hid in his eyes — the pain you had provoked — but you feared that if you didn’t turn away, you wouldn’t be able to fight back your tears. and you had no right to cry.

your eyes met luffy’s who stared back at you blankly from where he sat, his legs spread apart, arms resting against his knees, before looking at zoro, “didn’t seem that way when i was fucking her.”

“zoro,” you struggled to speak, knowing it would be useless to. “i can explain.”

“and what’s there to explain?” the swordsman gripped your chin, his tone cold but calm as he forced you to face him. “that you’re a filthy slut?”

there was nothing you could say, nothing you could do but stare back at him in guilt and take his anger. “that you’ve been lettin the captain fuck you whenever he wants like you’re his toy?”

“i’m sorry,” you spoke in a whisper, knowing your words could fix nothing. zoro was right, after all.

“guess one man isn’t enough for you.” he removed his hand from your face before turning his back to you, not bearing the sincere look of regret and heartbreak in your eyes. despite the coldness in his demeanor, he had still held you with the same gentleness as always.

“that’s alright. if you want to be a whore, we can share. ain’t that right, luff?” you looked at the two in confusion, certain that you must have misheard. luffy’s eyes were on you now, eyes alight with a hunger that reminded you of the dripping sensation between your thighs from moments ago. they couldn’t be thinking…

“why don’t you start with her, captain.” zoro took a seat across from you, leaning back and spreading his legs as he stared down at you still on your knees. “go on, y/n. show the captain what a good girl you are.” he taunted.

your attention turned back to luffy and you opened your mouth to protest, to beg zoro for forgiveness but all words were lost on you as you found yourself at eye-level with your captain’s protruding boner. even through his shorts, the sight was enough to make you hold back a whimper.

but you couldn’t. not like this. what kind of person would that make you?

“show me what a little slut you are, y/n.” zoro smirked. you felt your heat pulsate at his words. morality and reason told you one thing, but your body – the drool pooling in your mouth, the throbbing between your legs, the burning sensation of your skin aching to be touched – told you another.

“c’mon, y/n, don’t be shy. ‘t feels so good when you have my cock in your mouth,” luffy coaxed. face hot with shame, you slowly tugged luffy’s shorts down, his thick length swollen red; you spared a glance at zoro while luffy’s hands gently grasped your hair, noticing his hand palming his own length through his pants.

“put that mouth to good use now,” zoro spoke, his voice deep and commanding.

obediently, you took luffy’s cock in your hand, squeezing gently as you licked and sucked softly at the tip. you looked up at the captain, admiring briefly the way his breath hitched, mouth agape as his eyes shut in pleasure. but luffy wasn’t one to let you tease or take him slowly; he was impatient and rough, and though you’d expected it, the feel of his hand pushing you forward suddenly still caused your eyes to tear.

“she’s good, ain’t she luff?” the pair admired the sight of you, cheeks flushed, watered eyes staring up helplessly, mouth stuffed with luffy’s cock. “so good,” luffy slurred through quiet grunts. “t’s like her mouth was made just for this.”

“…and i bet the whore’s dripping wet,” zoro thought out loud. you could have sworn you heard a low moan escape his lips. “fuck, i need a taste.”

your eyes widened at his words and a whimper definitely left your lips then, provoking a thrust from your captain that made certain tears fell from your eyes.

you felt zoro behind you, his hands firmly grasping your ass after lifting your skirt. he didn’t bother to remove your panties, licking through the already-soaked fabric. you fought in vain to hold back the moans this sensation arose, evoking a slew of curses from luffy. you couldn’t keep from digging your fingers into his thighs, eyes weeping as you feel him deep against the back of your throat.

if you could have, you would’ve pouted when zoro pulled back; though he only did so to tug your underwear down with his teeth, making his way back to your cunt slowly, leaving a trail of kisses along the inside of your thighs. you could swear that no other man knew how to use his mouth as well as the swordsman. and, god, did he love to use it on you, his cock throbbing as he grew intoxicated on the taste of you.

you knew you couldn’t last long – you never did when zoro had a say – and you could feel your legs begin to shake as the swordsman spread your legs, giving his tongue a better entry. if it weren’t for his hands squeezing your ass so tightly they were bound to leave a mark, you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up.

“shit. let me finish inside her, zoro…” luffy grunted and you couldn’t help but whine as he pulled out and zoro obliged, pulling away, leaving you so close to coming. his hands left your ass, but not without one coming down again with a rough slap. “what’re you thinking, pretty little slut? want the captain to stuff you full?”

“please,” you begged, nodding desperately as you stared up at luffy, dumbfucked and doe-eyed. the straw hat wasted not a second shoving his cock deep within you, his pace as selfish as ever as he sought only his own release.

“she’s so fucking wet. shit feels so good,” luffy huffed, a grin tugging at his lips as he left you breathless. you couldn’t help but love the way he stretched you and the merciless pace with which he pounded into you. he was undoubtedly a selfish lover who knew no restraint, overwhelming your senses without remorse.

“luffy, ‘m so close,” you moaned, your voice needier than you intended it to be; every inch of your body felt like it was on fire, your walls tightening around luffy as his cock pulses deep inside your wet heat.

“i’ll fill you up and make you come so good if you call me something else…” he teased, ecstatic at the sight of you whimpering under him. you didn’t

“captain- fuck. please, captain.”

“you sound so pretty when you call me that,” luffy praised, pressing his lips to your cheek before quickening his reckless pace. his eyes shut in bliss and his breathing grew heavier as he reached his high, the feeling of his hot cum pumping into you more than enough to push you over the edge.

“thank you, captain.” you mumbled, a weak and whimpering mess.

“thank you, y/n. you’re a sweet little slut.” luffy left a trail of kisses along your cheek as he slipped out of you, your pussy dripping with his seed, but even in your fucked out state you turned away when his lips came too close to yours. despite everything you’d done – all of the times you’d let luffy fuck you senseless – you’d never let him kiss you. that was, however small and insignificant, the one thing you wouldn’t take from zoro.

this detail was not lost on the swordsman, who moved from where he’d sat admiring you drunk on luffy’s cock to press his lips to yours hungrily. it was far from a romantic kiss, but something carnal and possessive; a claim that you were still, and would always be, his own – even if he decided he wanted nothing to do with you.

you could feel his hard cock pulsing against your thigh. “don’t think you’re done yet,” he huffed, pressing himself further against you before releasing his thick length from its constraints, leaking with pre and flushed red with the need to feel your walls tightly around him. “let’s put on a good show for the captain.”

there was little more you could do than stifle a moan and nod pathetically in response. you didn’t know if you could take him, still far too sensitive from luffy, but you desperately wanted to feel his pretty cock inside you nonetheless.

zoro pressed his tip against you and you groaned at the sensation. slowly, he pressed himself further into you though still without giving you the pleasure of feeling him stretch you completely. you wanted to beg him to move faster, but you were afraid all you would be able to do is mumble incoherences. regardless, you knew zoro was well aware of your desperation; the swordsman always knew exactly what your body desired, often before you knew yourself.

a smirk spread on his lips as he leaned forward, biting gently at your earlobe. “no one can fuck you like i can.” he whispered.

threat or gentle reminder, you weren’t given time to process zoro’s words before he thrust roughly into you, bottoming out without warning. zoro took only a moment to indulge in the familiar feeling of your soaking cunt clenched around him, hissing at the pleasure, before thrusting into you at a pace rivaling the captain’s in ruthlessness.

the swordsman, however, was more precise, more intentional with his movements. he rolled his hips against yours, purposefully hitting all the places he knew would draw out the most sinful whimpers from your lips.

his hands, too, moved along your body, touching you in ways that consumed your senses; cupping your breasts in his hands, toying with your nipples; inching one hand slowly down your torso as it found its way to your clit while the other moved to your neck, not applying any pressure but making your breath hitch anyway. no, he knew to wait until he felt your walls squeeze around him after his cock took a couple of rough hits against your favorite spot; until you let out a guttural moan cut short by his fingers tightening around your throat.

“how’s my babygirl feel?” zoro hummed, pulling you into his arms as he repositioned you both so that you were seated on his lap. “think you can fuck yourself on my cock like a pretty little whore?”

part of you wanted to shake your head, but you were too close to your climax to argue. holding onto zoro, his face buried in your chest as nibbled and sucked on your chest, you moved your hips against his, slowly despite yearning for the intensity of the swordsman’s thrusts.

“look ‘t how you’ve got luffy fucking his fist just watching you. it’s no wonder he couldn’t keep his hands off a slut like you,” zoro said, feeling his warm breath against your neck as he left a trail of kisses down to your shoulder.

“zoro, ‘m close,” you whimpered, a tight sensation growing in your abdomen as you bounced on his cock inconsistently, fighting to keep your thighs from giving out.

“ride it out, baby, you’re doing so well.” zoro held your waist for support, restraining himself from fucking the lights out of you. if you couldn’t come on your own then that would be part of your punishment.

“please, daddy, let me cum with you.”

you knew well that this word would flip a switch within the swordsman; that he would groan at the sight of your eyes pleading him to fuck you as you halted your movements. you knew well that his eyes would darken and he’d press your back against the floor again as he pushed your thighs up to your chest, thrusting into you hard as he neared his high.

“fine. in that case, you’re gonna take every last drop of daddy’s cum. got it?”

you nodded desperately, wanting to feel him empty himself inside you, shoving his cock into you mercilessly to make sure you didn’t let any of it drip out.

“fuck. you might be a dirty slut but this pretty pussy’s still all mine,” zoro groaned, giving his last few thrusts before pressing his lips to yours. you held him close, legs wrapped around him, your body aching at the mere thought of him pulling out.

he was right; no one could fuck you like he could – no one could make love to you like he could. but you’d been too much of a whore to think with your head (or your heart, for that matter) instead of your cunt. and you’d have to let go, sooner than later.

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stardewvalleybut-i-draw · 3 months

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Humming a tune (writing)

Evelyn notices the farmers both seem to sometimes hum to themselves SO she decides to approach the male farmer and ask what tune he's humming in order to get to know him better.

Word count: 1,378 words (so medium I guess)

Characters: Evelyn and Mask Farmer.

Vibe: nice and wholesome moments :) I'm not really experienced in writing but I'll do my best to make it coherent, enjoy! :D and with pictures!

A lovely spring and sunny day welcomed the valley. Evelyn tends to the town square flowers, putting care and attention to each one.

It's the town's flowers after all. The people in the valley need to be represented properly!

It was nice to be out in the center of the town square on days like this. It allowed her to greet anyone who went through, give them a big warm smile, and catch up about what was happening that day. It was also nice to be able to bathe in the sun's warmth and reminisce on the past and how the valley had changed over the years. In came the male farmer with focused eyes, dedicated to a goal in his mind, ignoring everything around him. She could tell he was passing even with her bad vision by the sound of his fast and heavy footsteps, always in a rush. Both the farmers often cross here in the mornings, although Evelyn really only saw the sister out. Both would look at the bulletin board outside of Pierre's shop, check the calendars, and go on with their daily routine but only she would talk to Evelyn and the other townspeople. "Perhaps he's shy," Evelyn thought seeing him walk to the Help Wanted board. He greeted her once when they both first arrived in Pelican Town and he hasn't talked to her since then...or anyone besides for transactional reasons it seemed. Evelyn's face grew sad at the thought. The poor boy was ignored by everyone or treated as an anomaly to be feared and avoided. It didn't seem to bother the farmer but her heart could not let it be. "The flowers can be tended later, it was about time someone bothered to try and have a nice conversation with him" Evelyn thought. She began to walk towards the farmer who was still reading the Help Wanted note and noticed he was humming something. Thinking about it now, the farmers both tend to hum a tune to themselves. It's almost never the same song and seems to change throughout the seasons. "Excuse me, dear" she asked beside the farmer "May I ask what tune you are humming?"

The Farmer jolts in shock and turns towards her. "Oh I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to startle you." Evelyn says apologetically "I was just curious about the songs you hum to yourself, they sound very nice, was it a band back in the city?" He was really expecting anyone to talk to him today so Evelyn's Interruption took him back a bit. He also had a lot to do but her soft genuine smile guilt tripped him to take the time to answer her. "The song doesn't exist." The farmer stated bluntly "Oh"

Not the answer Evelyn was expecting. She had sworn she heard both the farmers hum the same tune.

Very curious she continued "So did you come up with the tune?" "No" the Farmer responds "I hear them In my head." Evelyn's confused expression let him know it made no sense to her but he couldn't really find another way to explain it besides being direct and honest. Maybe he should have lied, he thought. His sister did all the time to explain weird things like this but her genuine curiosity stopped him from lying to her face. Could he really lie to sweet little granny Evelyn? Evelyn saw the farmer's face slightly turn from her in shame. She didn't really understand the answer but she didn't want him to feel ashamed of his response so she softly said "It's ok. I don't need to understand it, do you like the songs? The farmer nods.

"Oh, that's nice to hear, I assume the song changes through the season? do you hear it all the time?" "Yeah..." he responds. She could tell the Farmer was starting to get uncomfortable with her questions so she tried to ease his nerves. "You know...your grandpa used to do the same thing too" The farmer looks at her in surprise "It's true!" she exclaims Evelyn begins to walk to the town flowers gesturing for the farmer to follow. The farmer does so.

"When he used to run the farm, he would whistle songs to himself while he worked" Evelyn reminisced. "Your grandpa used to say he would hear the valley singing to him, he would call it a superpower! Not many of us understood what he meant but by the sounds of it, I guess it was passed down to you"

The farmer smiles and chuckles at the idea. Their Grandpa did used to whistle a lot on the farm. It was only a faint memory since both he and his sister were so young when they used to visit. In a sense, the valley was singing to them.

"If it's not too much, could you hum a bit of the song you hear?" she asked The farmer paused for a second. He looked slightly at the sky and listened. He did his best to match the tune but it was difficult when there was more than one instrument to hum in his head.

Evelyn listened internally and cheered for the farmer once he had stopped. She could tell he was embarrassed by it but genuinely flattered. "You have a very lovely voice dear, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise, oh!-" she interrupted herself. "I heard there was a band in town, maybe you should join, I think you would make a lovely addition!" He knew she was talking about Sam's band but he hadn't really talked to the guy... or anyone in that band. Sometimes he saw Abigail up in the mountains or Sebastian taking a smoke break but never really paid them any attention. He never needed to. Evelyn begins to tend to the flowers as she speaks. "You don't need to if you don't want to. I can tell you don't like to talk much, I don't want to pressure you."

She pauses.

"but I can tell you like to listen" The farmer had never really thought about it that way before... but when you don't say much, the only other choice is to listen to the world around you. "I know not many of us can understand you and I've noticed others treat you differently because of that" Evelyn gently places her hands on top of the farmer's hand. "-but I don't want you to feel like you're not part of the town. You will always be welcomed here...no matter how odd you are"

The farmer softly smiled to Evelyn. "Well," Evelyn exclaimed. "I don't want to hold your day up much longer but If you ever want to talk more about your grandpa or just to hear an old lady ramble about the past, I'm always here for you" The farmer is quiet for a second, taking in her words. "Thank you." He says. "Ohhh, no need to thank me, I haven't done anything, sweetie" She replied but the farmer quickly responded. "You did." Evelyn curiously looked at him confused. "You talked to me."

Evelin's heart was touched beyond words as the farmer leaned down to hug her. She squeezed as hard as her weak arms would allow and stayed there for as long as he needed. But the farmer quickly got up, smiled, and began to walk to the mines. They waved each other goodbye and moved on with their days. The warm moment being over just like that. As the farmer walked up the mountain he began to think. It was only a small moment. It had never really bothered him that the town viewed him as a cryptid. He often reveled in being odd, weird, and feared. He didn't have much of an interest in getting to know anyone. But Granny Evelyn had warmed his heart. Maybe he didn't need to be so cold to everyone. Maybe he should stop by and chat before heading to the mines. It's not like the caves are going anywhere. Maybe... ...he'll stop by and get some cookies :)

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew #stardew farmer #sdv farmer #sdv evelyn #please let me know about spelling or writing mistakes btw!#I am VERY dyslexic and spell checker can only do so much :(#SDVBID art

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angelicvity · 7 months

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melting, tsundere chou tzuyu x fem reader

genre: fluff, slight angst?

warning: none

a/n: tsundere tzuyu owns my heart <3

part 2.

y/n slowly opens her eyes, feeling an overwhelming sense of dizziness and fatigue. her head throbs, and her body feels heavy. realizing she's fallen ill, she musters the strength to sit up and calls out to tzuyu, who is sitting nearby.

"tzuyu, i don't feel well," y/n says, her voice weak.

tzuyu glances up from her book, her expression initially dismissive. "don't be so dramatic. It's probably just a minor thing."

y/n's heart sinks at tzuyu's dismissive response, but she pushes through, determined to make her point. "no, tzuyu, i'm serious. i'm feeling really sick. i think i need to rest."

tzuyu's icy facade softens almost imperceptibly, a flicker of concern in her eyes. "fine. if you're that insistent, go rest. but don't expect me to play nurse for you."

y/n nods, understanding tzuyu's tsundere nature. as y/n crawls back into bed, tzuyu can't help but watch her with hidden worry. memories of her own past experiences with vulnerability make her hesitant to let her guard down completely.

tzuyu tries to distract herself, focusing on her book, but her thoughts keep drifting back to y/n. the worry gnaws at her, and she can't shake the feeling that she needs to do something.

after a few moments of internal struggle, tzuyu sets her book aside and silently enters the room where y/n is resting. she sits at the edge of the bed, lightly placing a hand on y/n's forehead.

"you're burning up," tzuyu mutters under her breath, her voice barely audible.

y/n stirs at the touch, her eyes fluttering open. "tzuyu, what are you doing here?"

tzuyu averts her gaze, her cheeks slightly flushed. "i... i couldn't just ignore you. i brought some medicine. take it."

y/n's heart swells with affection, realizing tzuyu's true intentions. she takes the medicine and smiles weakly. "thank you, tzuyu. i'm sorry for bothering you."

tzuyu scoffs, trying to maintain her tough exterior. "don't get the wrong idea. i just don't want you to get worse and be a burden."

y/n chuckles softly, despite her weakened state. "you may act tough, but i know you care. thank you for looking out for me."

in that moment, y/n reaches out and gently touches tzuyu's cheek. tzuyu freezes, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture.

"i appreciate you, jagi," y/n whispers, her voice filled with warmth. "and i want you to know that, even if you try to hide it, your actions speak louder than words."

tzuyu's icy exterior cracks, and she blushes, unable to form a coherent response. in a moment of vulnerability, she leans forward, pressing her lips against Y/N's in a soft and tender kiss.

their lips linger for a brief, stolen moment before tzuyu pulls back, her expression a mix of surprise and uncertainty. "that... that was nothing. just... just forget it."

y/n smiles, their eyes locked with affection. "i won't forget it. because that kiss meant something. it meant that even beneath your cold exterior, there's a warmth waiting to be shared."

tzuyu's cheeks flush even deeper, but a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "don't expect me to get all sappy. i did it because... because you're important to me."

as y/n settles back into bed, tzuyu remains by their side, her presence a comforting and reassuring presence. in that moment, their connection deepens, and the barriers between them slowly melt away.

#twice x y/n #twice x reader #chou tzuyu #twice tzuyu #tzuyu #tzuyu twice #tzuyu x reader #tzuyu x fem reader #twice #twice fluff #twice imagines #gg imagines #kpop gg #gxg imagine #gxg

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endless-ineffabilities · 2 years

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Anti-Hero

Daemon Targaryen x f!Reader

It's me, Hi, I'm the problem, it's me

At teatime, everybody agrees

I'll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

An imagine loosely based on the song Anti-Hero of off Midnights by Taylor Swift ▪︎ read more Daemon & Aemond midnights imagines here: masterlist

themes: reader is Rhaenyra's younger sister (aged 18+), Daemon is not married, incest, fluff

Growing up, attention has never been directed to you, but rather, to your older sister, Rhaenyra. Beautiful, intelligent, the heir to the Iron Throne. The Realm's Delight.

Whereas you... well, you tried.

Years ago, Rhaenyra's betrothal was a serious matter, for it befell upon her find the most beneficial match for the sake of House Targaryen. And she indeed found it, in your dear cousin, Laenor Velaryon.

You knew of Laenor's specific proclivities, and you were thankful everyone let him be, including Rhaenyra. He deserved his happiness, after all, despite being saddled with the duty of arranged marriage.

As for you, as much as you thought of yourself lucky that your father, Viserys, wasn't forcing anyone's hand on you, sometimes you wanted him to at least care.

You are a Targaryen in the end, albeit not the heir, so you thought of yourself valuable in forging an alliance with a great house in Westeros. But the subject was only mentioned in passing. Granted, you didn't favour any of the prospects your father presented.

Nevertheless, you wanted to be seen as someone of value.

You sit in your quarters, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Was your silver hair not as radiant as Rhaenyra's? Perhaps, if you were prettier, you would be more noticeable. Wasn't there a saying about Targaryens? Whenever one is born, the gods toss a coin, and it determines whether the path is to greatness or madness?

Well, Rhaenyra was surely set for greatness, whereas you felt you belonged in the grey area, in the middle. The area for those who don't belong in the stories, who don't get songs written about them.

Simply there.

A knock resounds from your door.

"Come in," not bothering to turn around.

You wait for whoever it is to speak. Was it the handmaiden, the kingsguard? Rhaenyra?

"Hello, dear niece."

You freeze, then run quickly to hug the visitor, "Daemon!"

He chuckles lowly, the sound reverberating from where you have your ear pressed to his chest.

"I had no idea you were returning today."

"I wanted to surprise my dearest girl," he says, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, "Have you grown taller? Last I saw you, you were this high." He hovers his hand at around waist-height, in jest.

"That's not true," you punch him lightly in the chest, "you saw me just several months ago."

He laughs, "All the same, I wanted to come see you. Your father tells me you've barely left your quarters as of late. Is something the matter?"

"No," you sigh, and plaster on your best neutral smile, but he sees right through it. He knows you like the back of his hand, by heart.

He simply stares at you, and raises his fair eyebrows.

You relent, taking a seat, with him settling close beside you.

"I suppose I haven't been feeling well recently."

"Are you ill?" Daemon worries, pressing his palm to your forehead.

"No, no," you shake his hand away, feeling silly now. Maybe you shouldn't even mention it.

"I just don't feel like I'm enough, and I feel like it's all my doing," the words rush out of you, barely coherent, but Daemon had been listening intently, concerned for you.

"What nonsense is this?" he moves closer, his arm resting behind you.

But then you stand, pacing in front of him, letting everything out, "I just... I will never be as important as Rhaenyra, I will never be the eldest daughter, I will never be the heir."

"None of that matters, and you know it," Daemon leans forward, trying to catch your eye.

"Maybe I just don't try hard enough. Rhaenyra diligently attended her lessons with the Septa, whereas I prefer to play swords in the courtyard like a savage little boy. Rhaenyra is very well-trained, suited for the atmosphere of court and nobility, whereas I am more brash, careless with my words. I'm more likely to trip on my feet, rather than twirl like a princess. I can no longer count the instances where father chastised me for saying something unbecoming of a princess."

Daemon smiles, slight as first, then it widens greatly.

"It's not funny, uncle."

"Well," he shrugs, clearly pleased about something.

"You think me childish. Silly."

"No, no, I don't," he stands in front you. You turn away, but he pulls you back, taking your hands firmly.

You look down at them, joined together, perfectly. You immediately feel calmer, much to your surprise.

"You and I are much alike. The second child, more rogue and rebellious, never quite fitting in. And I do find it strange how someone as radiant, as unique, and as clever as you, could ever think so little of herself."

"Daemon," you get flustered, and you want to tell him that he doesn't need to comfort you.

"Listen to me," he tilts your head upward, "all those things you said are true, yes. You are brazen, outspoken, different. But that is precisely what I love about you."

You finally meet his eyes, as he draws closer, holding your face with both hands now, "You are as splendent as dragonfire, if not more."

You stand there, letting his words sink in, and they work their magic, breaking apart any doubt that had settled within you.

A thought passes, one that may be trivial, but it makes you smile all the same. As much as Rhaenyra may have tried to get Daemon's attention, especially in the past, it was only ever fixated on you.

He was the person you felt closest to. The one in whose arms who feel at home in.

Daemon looks tormented, as if noticing the admiration in your eyes, unsure of how to proceed. The dragon in him acts, claiming what he wants. He runs his thumb over your lips, and leans down slowly.

He kisses you. Warm, and... and like home.

He pulls away, and he looks taken aback by his actions. His eyes meet yours questioningly, studying you. Were you okay with this?

Your lips gently lift in a soft smile, and his heart soars at the sight. You keep your hand on the back of his neck, holding on for dear life.

In line with your outspoken, sly nature, you say, "Us Targaryens do have some queer customs, don't we?"

He laughs heartily, before he nods, and draws you even closer, arms wrapping around you, "That may be true, but to hell with it."

And he captures your lips in his once more.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Daemon taglist: @sirlovel @paprikabadger @goawayimreadingbeach @moonmaiden1996 @caspianobsessed @sebastian025 @iilsenewman @padfootsvixen @naelys-the-aster @dreaming-for-an-escape @avalyaaa @loveandlewis

I've missed writing for Daemon! (Not me torn for a deranged uncle and his equally deranged one-eyed nephew)

The midnights imagines continues! I've already thought of specific lyrics from the songs, but feel free to make suggestions!

Taglists for Daemon and/or Aemond works is open!

#daemon x reader #daemon targaryen x y/n #daemon targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagine #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon targaryen #midnights #anti hero

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stormberry-12 · 1 year

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fuck, i think i love you ~ jj maybank

pairing ~ jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings ~ language, slight angst at the beginning ig, and then fluff :)

notes ~ my first tumbler blurb! It might be kinda bad idk. lowercase intended. Im going to open up requests soon! hope ya'll have a good day, stay safe <3

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"DING DONG!" you shout excessively loud, smirking at the sign on the front door of the chateau. jj's messy handwriting and logic to solve the situation made you giggle.

john b's broken doorbell had been an ongoing inside joke for a while now. though you knew you were always welcome in the chateau you stood out there like a dork just to make jb work extra hard today.

after a few moments, john b walked over to open the door, "hey, y/n! what's with the yelling?"

you just pointed at the sign on his house and smirked, jb rolled his eyes and mumbled something along the lines of 'jj you dumb ass-' and 'it's not that funny,' before stepping aside to let you in.

"i'm actually headed out, i think jay's in his room. I'll see ya in a bit" he ruffled your hair and you swatted his hand away.

"k, thanks bird shit," you stuck your tongue out at him as he exited the house with a salute. suddenly feeling nervous you took a deep breath and walked over to the guest bedroom that jj had claimed as his own, knocking lightly.

you were greeted by a sleepy-looking jj, his shaggy blonde hair was sticking out in all directions and he squinted his eyes at the sunlight coming from the window behind you. his icy blue eyes widened as they adjusted and settled on your soft features.

"uhm- y/n, hi, uh-" he studdered over his words.

"can i come in?" you asked quietly.

he nodded and you walked into the dark room sitting on the bed, "sorry if I woke you up..." you started trying to break the tension.

"s'all good," he replied sitting next to you and immediately starting to fiddle with his rings and stare down at his feet. god, this was awkward.

"so uh, yesterday..."

"yesterday," he repeated your words and sighed softly. you both snuck a glance at each other, locking eyes you both blushed furiously and looked back down at the floor. you mentally shamed yourself for not planning out what you were going to say to jj before you got here. a gut-wrenching silence stuffed the room for what felt like an eternity before he spoke up.

"'m sorry, i kissed you,"

your heart shattered. you didn't want him to regret it.

" it was kinda spur of the moment, an I don't know what I was... shit-" he struggled to force some type of coherent words to come out of his mouth as he ran a hand through his messy hair.

"stop beating yourself up jay," you interjected. "i'm sorry for getting all flustered and running out like that. it wasn't fair to you-"

"no, no, you had every right to leave. i was being stupid and it was so random, and i feel so dumb-" his voice faltered. you both looked up again and for the first time ever you saw panic and insecurity in jj maybank's eyes.

"jayj..." you said softly, bringing your hand up to his cheek. "your not stupid and your not dumb,"

he leaned his cheek into your palm, "i'm sorry, I messed up, it won't happen again y/n/n. i promise." he linked his pinky finger with yours, something you both subconsciously did together when you made each other a promise.

but you pulled your finger away.

" jj," you brought your other hand up to his other cheek so you were holding his face in between your palms, forcing him to look at you. "i think i might regret running away more than you regret that kiss,"

his eyes filled with confusion before you brought his face closer to yours and pressed your lips to his. he inhaled sharply before kissing you back. electricity erupted through your body just like it had the night before. you both pulled away to breathe.

" i'm so fuckin confused right now," jj deadpanned and you giggled. "but fuck, i think i love you,"

you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his neck, and he hugged you back. there was a silent understanding of your feelings for each other and your hearts warmed. "i love you too jay,"

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#jj maybank fluff #jj maybank #x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #obx fanfiction #outer banks #fanfiction #fluffy #light angst #love

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lollytea · 1 year

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Okay okay okay so my thoughts are a little jumbled right now so I'm not very coherent but I need to blabber about this one element of huntlow in For the Future that's got me going off the rails. It's the way in which they both take initiative in their interactions with each other, specifically how it differs with both Willow and Hunter.

There's a bit of a vibe in a lot of huntlow content that puts emphasis on Willow's confidence and Hunter's shyness, so she's the one who talks, who flirts, who acts, who gets the ball rolling. Meanwhile, Hunter clearly reciprocates and enjoys her attention but allows her to take the lead, rather than initiate anything himself. And this interpretation is perfectly fine. It's cute!! And Thanks to Them kinda gave us the impression that it wouldn't be that unlikely.

But the scenes involving them in For the Future were SO good. As an interesting subversion of the point above, it's actually Willow who's become the more uncertain one in their dynamic. As a contrast to how she comforts Gus when he tears up, Willow is rather hands-off when it comes to Hunter. It's likely because she understands that what he needs right now is space to process his grief, but in addition to that, she might be at a complete loss on how to help him. Because what could she possibly say? Willow can promise Gus that she'll find his Dad, she can assure Camila that things with Luz will be alright, but she can't bring Flapjack back. And even at this point in the episode, this may have been adding to her steadily escalating feelings of stress and helplessness. ("I can't help my friends...")

Willow feels like she keeps fucking up when it comes to Hunter. When she allowed herself that brief moment of childish indulgence by being silly with the plants, which resulted in Hunter snapping at her? Oh the way her smile dropped and she looked utterly devastated. She must have felt so guilty, so ashamed, so frustrated with herself for being so stupid and goofing off when her friend was severely hurting. And it's not like he was wrong for saying they didn't have time for this. But in typical Willow fashion, she shoved those feelings down and put on a smile for Gus.

There's no implication of it but I wonder if she also felt like an idiot for letting her emotions get the better of her when she saw that puppet of her Dad. She put herself in harm's way, forcing Hunter to charge after her and pull her to safety. Do you think she wonders if he was annoyed by that? Maybe that was eating away at her too. She's trying to be level-headed and reliable but it seems like she keeps slipping up. And Hunter is always there to witness it.

Of course, Willow didn't stop trying. Though she may have felt a bit rejected and disliked by him at the time, Willow still made the effort to look out for Hunter in any way that she could. She suggested they go outside and keep him company while he was pacing himself into the ground. And later on, she lit up with delight when she found something that she believed would comfort him.

And then she expressed, in her typical warm Willowy way, that they loved him unconditionally. She didn't have the perfect words to make everything okay. She was just being herself. Willow took a chance with this boy she didn't know how to help and simply said what she felt, hoping it would give him some semblance of solace.

But being herself wasn't good enough. At least not in Willow's eyes. She already had fragile confidence in regards to Hunter's current opinion of her but ohhhh the deafening silence that followed after she had bared her heart to him. The way she brought him to tears, leading her to believe she had rubbed salt in the wound. The way Luz had to gently intervene to make sure he was alright and Willow felt like sinking into the floor. How Hunter's quiet little "I....don't know..." speared her through. All of those things pushing her to her breaking point. She's made everything worse. Because that's what Half-a-Witch Willow does.

Hunter's perceived opinion of her is utterly deteriorating Willow's self confidence and it's the thing that results in her self loathing inflicted descent into thorny vines. She's in denial at first, still struggling to hold it together, still insisting that she can grasp hold of some facade. The pitchy and nervous tone of voice as Hunter appears on the scene and she desperately feigns nonchalance. She knows deep down that her magic is spiralling out of control but she cannot let him know. She cannot let him see her like this. And with this added anxiety of Hunter's presence, the vines only get worse.

Meanwhile, when it comes to Hunter, he is not idle by any means. He takes a proactive role in almost all of his significant moments with Willow.

Obviously, Hunter is a protector. He shields his friends from physical harm. He's especially paranoid about them getting hurt now after what happened to Flapjack because he can't lose them too. This paranoia, in addition to his overwhelming grief and recent trauma, has made Hunter high strung and irritable. Keeping his friends alive is his priority right now. Because of this, their emotional needs and how his snappish behavior is affecting them, is understandably the furthest thing from his mind.

But once he realizes that he's hurt Willow's feelings? Oh he looks completely shattered. The way Gus runs out the door to find her and Hunter murmurs "Wait..." before he rushes after both of them, calling out their names, begging for them to come back. There's none of the hesitation that Willow demonstrates with him, only loud desperation. What does he even intend to say to Willow? Who knows. Honestly, I don't think Hunter knows either. But it's not about that. It doesn't matter if Hunter has no idea what he's gonna say once he catches up with her. What matters is that he's running after her at all. He knows one thing and it's that he has to do something.

And that's what Hunter continues to do from that point. Something.

When he finds her tangled up in her own vines, mentally and emotionally unraveling, Gus hanging in distress above their heads, he's immediately asking her to explain, concerned and alarmed. When Willow's feigned cheerful demeanour shows its cracks and the vines start to ensnare Hunter, the last thing he does before he's fully bound is take a step towards the obviously overwhelmed and frightened Willow and try to reach out for her. Again, what was he planning to do? What was he gonna say? He probably had no idea. His actions were likely instinctive. But the fact that trying to provide some form of comfort to Willow was an instinctive response from him speaks volumes about their relationship. He's not going to stand around and do nothing while she's upset. Even if he's bad with words and emotions, he's always gonna try. She's worth trying for.

Cannot stress this enough but by the time her vines begin to consume her, Willow has probably convinced herself that Hunter's high regard for her has completely plummeted. Because why wouldn't it? This is, without a doubt, Willow at her most pathetic. But during this moment of complete wretchedness and self destruction, Hunter is the one who acts.

He bursts out of the vines and bundles her up in his arms. His hands press down on her shoulders and he frantically assures her that she's not to blame for any of this and she didn't ruin anything. He eases her anxieties by vocally expressing just how much he cares about her. He begs her not to be so mean to herself. And then, with desolate eyes and a soft gentle voice, he asks if she's been holding all this in the whole time.

He wants an answer. He wants her to talk to him. He wants her to tell him what's wrong so he can try to help. He wants to listen. And he's taking the initiative to get there.

And Willow's completely stunned face upon hearing all of this shows just how overgrown her insecurities had become, leading her to become entangled in the worst possible conclusion. She was now receieving affection and loving words from none other than the boy who she fully believed had lost patience with her for constantly messing everything up. The way the first tears pricked and her mouth wobbled when that soft gentle voice expressed concern for her, seconds before the dam inevitably burst. It was all a little too much for her I think.

Also can I talk about the little finger link?? I've been dying to talk about the little finger link!!!!

Everything about how that scene is executed is so sweet to me. Willow, though she's a lot more reassured over where she stands with Hunter, is still a little unsure on how to approach this. She doesn't hold his whole hand. No, that might be a bit much. For both Hunter and herself. Let's start smaller. Less nerve racking.

Of course, if she's still so hesitant, she doesn't have to touch him at all. But she wants to. She really wants to have physical contact with him in some capacity right now, even if it's as tentative as could be. In holding his hand, Willow would be making a rather bold statement. But in linking pinkies, it's more like she's asking a question. Is this okay?

She's clearly a bit unsure. Noticeably not looking at the touch, eyes locked on her feet before she speaks. But as unsure as it is, I think she's pretty brave for doing it at all.

What gets me is that what Hunter said left such an impact on her that she was compelled to thank him. She was grateful to be told that she didn't ruin everything. She had wanted to be told that she meant something to him. Even though she wasn't aware of it, she's realized that hearing those words took a huge weight off her chest. Willow could breathe again. She could see him a little clearer now. And she would like to tell him just how much those words meant to her. Just how much he meant to her.

This is the moment where Hunter silently answers Willow's question. He's choked up, he's nervous, he's overwhelmed, but in spite of all that, he still takes initiative.

In linking their pinkies, Willow is asking Is this okay?

And when Hunter deliberately presses the back of his hand against hers, he's answering her question. It's more than okay.

Anyway Hunter being proactive in almost all of the huntlow scenes, Willow being the more nervous one between them, neither getting to the point they've gotten to if they didn't each take the lead at different moments. It was all so good.

#toh spoilers #huntlow #long post #me: not making any long posts about my ftf thoughts yet i am tired #me five minutes later:#does this even MAKE SENSE?? like do you understand the point im making???#i feel like im not explaining it thoroughly enough #im tired

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creekfiend · 7 months

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Hey, do you have family in Israel? Do you know whether they are alright?

sure, I do. in my experience most American Jews have family in Israel. When my family left their village in what is now Belarus, half of those leaving came to the US and half went to Palestine. (and those who remained were killed and that village does not exist anymore) I am not in close contact with the Israeli side but I expect I would have heard something if any of them had been hurt. Josh has much closer Israeli family as his brother Yoav and nieces/nephews all live there but they are also fine to my knowledge.

I appreciate the check in, but I will be perfectly honest with you that while it hurts my heart immensely that so many Israeli civilians have been killed, right now I am primarily concerned about the millions of people in Gaza without electricity or running water who have been ordered to evacuate or get exploded but who have nowhere to go. I am very, VERY concerned about the statements being made by the garbage fascists in control of the Israeli government right now openly stating their genocidal intentions on a scale that we haven't previously seen.

we are all triggered and traumatized as hell about everything, and by we I mean Jews, and I think it's understandable for us to feel that way. but I also am struggling a lot with the degree to which many of my fellow American Jews are making this ABOUT our big feelings of fear and anxiety. I understand that anticipating things becoming More Dangerous is something all Jews have had to do constantly forever. I understand that "position of relative privilege" is something that's extremely conditional for Jews and something that can be taken away at the drop of a hat. but... I don't know. I've been trying to think of anything coherent or helpful in any way to say for the past several days and coming up short. it's a nightmare. But it would be disingenuous to deny that it's a nightmare for me in ways that are removed pretty significantly from the ways in which it is a nightmare for other people.

my family is fine. I understand and empathize with the sentiments of "but what if my family becomes NOT fine?" especially when this is the largest mass killing of Jewish civilians since... well. and I am also enraged and terrified by the comfort with which many leftist gentiles seem to be practically celebrating those deaths. but I'm really preoccupied by the fact that millions of people and their families in Gaza are Not Fine in a huge and terrible way right now as we speak. this is not to say that it is a contest, but if I am doing triage, it is very clear to me whose leg is more broken right now. While acknowledging, again, that we are in a scary place globally regarding antisemitism.

Angry Jew on fb has been posting a lot of stuff that really speaks to how I am feeling right now. devastated by the horrible ways some of my people have been killed, and devastated also that inexcusable violence is being done, essentially, in my name. I hate to talk about this publicly because I also fucking wish American gentiles would kind of shut up about it a lot of the time, to be honest. and I hate feeling like I am giving anyone ammunition in their weird ideological internet fights about having The More Correct Opinion in the hypothetical trolley problem-ass situation that so many of them act like this is. the refusal to learn about any specifics of the situation in favor of just deciding it must be exactly like some other unrelated geopolitical issue that they feel they have a better handle on, and then just... overwriting the reality of the situation so that it matches up with what they are comfortable imagining in their heads. I have had to unfollow and block a lot of people lately.

I mostly talk to my safe Jewish and Muslim friends about this. and select few safe non-muslim gentiles.

Right now I am grieving for many reasons. Since you asked me about my personal connection I will tell you the main things I remember learning and feeling about this growing up. I've never been to Israel. Not close enough to my family there to visit, although my dad did, & never comfortable with programs like Birthright. I remember in the 90s my dad, who was an administrator at the school of Public Health at the local university, was helping put together programs that would bring Israeli and Palestinian universities and public health groups together to work on universal public health issues like helping ppl stop smoking, vaccination, etc. it was going really well at the time. he was going over there a few times a year to coordinate with the people running the programs there. he was really optimistic about it, & several other similar programs. this was back when Yasser Arafat and Yitzak Rabin/Shimon Peres were having a lot of talks that were seemingly productive and hopeful. like obviously it was hardly a golden age but it seemed like maybe Israel was moving away from violence. and then 9/11 happened and everything exploded and all the little programs simply disappeared and my dad never went back to work with anyone. and then fucjing... Netanyahu. and it seems like since then everything only gets worse and worse and further and further from anything other than horrible violence, and that devastates me

In high school I took a Mideast Civ class and one of my fellow students was a kid whose parents had been expelled from Palestine during the war and fled to America. what I remember being struck by when he talked about this was how his family's story was so similar to my family's story and a deep sense of shame and anger that people who had undergone what my family had could then make his family undergo the same thing. That's still a pretty big part of how I feel. I don't accept that that kid's experience was necessary to keep me or my family safe.

I'm just a guy. I try my best to learn as much as I can and listen to a large variety of people connected to this so I can have a more holistic view of things. I'm not making this post rebloggable for obvious reasons but since it's here on my blog, for anyone reading who is also feeling despair, here's some organizations that are good to follow & support if you are able (non-exhaustive obviously)

synagoguesrising.org Synagogues Rising is a coalition of leftist synagogues in the US who advocate for Palestinian liberation and who are currently begging the US government to work to deescalate military violence and provide humanitarian aid to people in Gaza

refuser.org Refusers Solidarity Network is a group advocating for Israelis who refuse to serve in the military as conscientious objectors

map.org.uk Medical Aid for Palestinians living under occupation & as refugees

Genuinely, thanks for asking about my family. if you also have family in the area, I hope they are also alright.

I want everyone to be alright. I know this is a lot of big baby feelings and no particular political ideologies or solutions and that's because I'm just one fucking Jew and I'm not an activist or a revolutionary and I kind of feel a bit like other online people could stand to admit more often that they're also just some guy and also not activists or revolutionaries. I sure have beliefs and I sure feel strongly about them, but man, right now I just want to express grief & anger & worry about how awful this government is and how many people they're going to kill and how much I wish it was not happening

my family is Ok.

eta: I'm reading this back and realizing that as a response to this ask it makes it sound like I'm saying that inquiring about the well-being of someone's Israeli relatives is like, inherently devaluing the well-being of other ppl and I very much am not saying that and do not believe that. I'm just enormously emotionally dysregulated and this got me kind of stream of consciousness about all of the things I have been chasing around in my brain about this.

#jewish #long post #israel palestine tag

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