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s3ashore · 2 months

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Good girl. That's all you have to be for him ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

— warnings: masturbation, vaginal fingering , fingerfucking, rough sex, degradation

"Can't help touching yourself, huh? You sure you wanna do that right now?"

Gojo's teeth gleam like fangs in the light, blue eyes like crystals digging into your skin as they roam your nude body. He made the rules and you know them well, and as a whole they're not hard to follow. Tell him where you're going when you go out. Eat what he gives you. No drinking without him present. Keep conversation with other sorcerers to a minimum.

And absolutely no masturbating alone.

That one's always been a little harder to follow. Gojo's always busy, always hopping from one task to another, one curse to another, and engaging his students in between. There's so little time for you! Not to mention most nights when he comes home he's completely passed out before his head even hits the pillow, and you're left to try and prod him awake until you hear those telltale snores and have to give up altogether.

Gojo has his hand around your wrist before you can think any more. He doesn't really like it when you do that--your thoughts get in the way of his rules more often than not, at least in his opinion. Always whispering those annoying little worries and doubts and silly ideas in your mind, making it so much harder for him to implant everything else he needs you to know. You know it's enough now, and with your little doe eyes turned up towards him you let him pull your hands away from your cunt and lay them at your sides.

You're a good girl. You know how to obey, and that's really all you need to know when Gojo takes care of everything else.

"You belong to me , remember? You promised, right?"

The switch he makes to a teasing voice and a coy smile marks danger. You find yourself nodding before any other reaction, and he laughs as if you've said something funny, before his face drifts closer and he looks you in the eyes with a deadly serious whisper.

"That means this part, too."

His tongue flicks out to lick his lips, finger tracing the soft lips of your pussy, and at once you wish he'd shove his whole head down there instead. The scolding you can take, but you can't help having to smell him and touch him and breathe his air without being able to ask him for what you really want.

"You're really gonna touch my property without permission? What a bold girl…"

He pushes you back and climbs on top, the buttons on his shirt popping off one by one as he rips it off and lets it slide off his biceps, muscles pulling taut as he grabs you under each knee and shoves them further into your chest, folding you back like you're a stubborn piece of origami. His cock needs barely any help in being freed when listening to you moan to yourself has got him so worked up, and little do you realize how often he thinks about you while he's gone that he can barely keep himself together through so much lust. And yet he displays such impeccable restraint when he rubs the head against your clit, just barely grazing your slit to get himself wet but never quite slipping inside, and it's absolutely driving you mad . But the second you try to wiggle down on it, Gojo props up both your legs with his forearm and shifts back, giving himself enough room that he can bring his palm down on your pussy with a hard, wet smack .

And he doesn't stop there. Your cunt still stinging with the hit, Gojo gives you another and yet another still, leaving your lips puffy and your clit stiff while tears dribble down your cheeks. Only when that fury has disappeared from his crystal-clear eyes does he rub the pain away, his fingers finding their way inside you to hunt for that spot that he knows will make you forget all about the pain and the soreness that will certainly be there in the morning.

"You're no good at doing things yourself, sweetie. You wanna cum, you just call me--I'll always make time, you know?"

His movements are practiced, slow, the pressure just enough to remind you he's there but not enough to hurt. And he's right, what else do you really do other than wait around for Gojo when he's not here? Even the way he fingers you feels like he's controlling his puppet, working your body in a way that you can't even manage yourself. The unbearable urge to relieve yourself surfaces fast and breaks once you grind your hips down on his hand for the last time, your body burning up and shaking as you soak him all the way up his arm with your orgasm.

"Don't ever break the rules again. Do you really expect to survive without me?"

Gojo looms over your frail body with a whisper dancing off his lips, voice low and deep as he pulls a whiny one-word answer from your lungs, accompanied by the furious shaking of your head.

"What's that? No? That's what I thought."

You can only imagine how many people and curses alike have seen that twisted smirk before they were culled for good. He yanks his hand away and licks up his arm to the wrist, before shoving two of his fingers into your mouth and watching with sick glee as you suck them down without hesitation. And with your pussy so sloppy and relaxed, you offer no resistance to his cock sliding in and his pace starting off brutally fast.

" Good girl . You'll never cum without my help again, at the very least."

The harsh paps of his hips working at a frantic pace along with the roughness of his voice just melt your brain completely between them, nothing but moans of 'more' and 'please' and 'deeper' around his fingers filling the thick air of the room that Gojo's made up for you. It's his bathroom you doll yourself up in, his blankets you cuddle up in when you miss his scent, his bed he rails you on and forces you to squirt all over when he comes home frustrated and horny. So is it Gojo who doesn't give you enough, or is it you being too picky and worrisome when you could just let it all go?

You think the latter may be the truth--but like Gojo said, you're really not all that good at thinking, are you? You're good at being a cocksleeve for Gojo, that much is clear by the way he bends your knees back so far it aches so he can bash your cervix with every thrust of his cock inside you, chasing that glorious moment when he fills you with cum and keeps you pinned so you'll take every drop of it. Lucky you he supervises in the mornings to make sure you take your birth control, along with helping you brush your teeth and find a nice outfit for the day.

...Yeah, you really wouldn't be anywhere without Gojo, would you?

"your a good girl…"

He shoves your legs further apart and tugs a yelp from your throat in the process. The words fall on you like an insult but he looks so happy when he says them, so drunk on love and pussy that he can barely see straight.

"Cum for me."

That's one thing he'll never have to demand from you. As he moans it he pins your knees back all the way and squeezes your tits between them, before latching his mouth on to one and the other and sucking them hard enough to bruise, while he buries his cock so deep it pinches your cervix and keeps it there as you shriek out in pain. It's the push you need to do it though, your eyes rolling back as Gojo pumps you full of sperm and warms up your womb from the inside out, and your vision fades and returns in bursts as pleasure rips through you so violently that you black out temporarily. And he coos to you as soon as he's recovered from his own orgasm, reassurance after reassurance squeezed from his raspy throat as he strokes your hair and massages your tits from the bruises he's left on them.

"Good girl."

Good girl. That's all you have to be for him….and is that really so hard?

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pix3lplays · 2 months

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I've seen Drunk Ratio being portrayed as a goofball but what about a weepy and sad drunk Ratio?

After having one to many drinks, the man starts talking about how much he hates himself and how, no matter how intelligent he is, he'll never be good enough for the Genius Society. After letting out a humourless laugh, he starts silently weeping. But he immediately wipes his tears away when you walk in, concerned.

After cleaning up the kitchen, you drag Veritas to the bathroom and, after making sure he's no longer feeling sick, bathe him and dress him in comfortable clothes.

As you get ready for bed, he asks you if his existence matters. If all his hard work matters. Suddenly, he felt like throwing up again, not because of the alcohol but because of the amount of coffee he drank while working tirelessly for hours and hours on end.

Gently, you caress his face and tell him "Even if an Aeon or the Genius Society won't gaze upon you with favor, I'll always know that you work harder than anyone else, Veritas. You're someone who refuses to let anyone deter you from your goals. You want to see people become the best versions of themselves without relying on geniuses. Everything that makes you you are why I chose you, my love. You're handsome, intelligent, and hard-working, no doubt you'll achieve your goals, no matter how impossible they may seem. You're more precious to me than any crystal and gemstone in the universe. "

Though your little speech was short, it, along with your smile, made Veritas' eyes fill with tears of joy and his heart swell with love. You were really too good for him. Of course, just to save face, he decides to tease you a bit.

"For your information, crystals and gemstones are completely different things. Gemstones are crude and rare pieces of minerals, organic matter, and rock stones that are excavated, cut, and polished to perfection for use in jewelry production. In contrast, crystals are pure substances composed of atoms, molecules, or ions arranged in three-dimensional lattices." He says without fail and a barely concealed smirk.

"Hey! I was comforting you, Mister!" You say, playfully smacking him while pouting.

It then turns into you two playfully insulting each other before your insults turn to joyous laughter. As you lay in the comfort of each other's arms, Veritas felt like he had the best sleep in his entire life.

INSECURE DR. RATIO IS SOOOO IMPORTANT TO ME ANON, but the man HIDES it, he HIDES it so well. Because let’s be real. Everyone wonders why a man like him isn’t in the Genius Society. HE wonders why he isn’t in the Genius Society. After all his work, all his achievements…he’s just…not good enough??

But he’d never OPENLY admit he considers himself a failure of sorts. But a few too many drinks and suddenly the true feelings come out.

You know he doesn’t want your pity. But you just speak your mind.

Maybe it makes him feel a little bit better, but, he can’t let you know you have such a strong effect on him so…teasing it is.

Bratty man, I love him.

You know him well enough though. He’s just protecting himself. Be easy on him and…maybe eventually he’ll be able to open up to you completely, no alcohol required.

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rin-and-jade · 14 days

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Is This (Truly) My Reflection..? : A Post on Imposter Syndrome [Master Guide]

" Did well on a test? Must be luck. They think im smart? Man, i must've tricked them because im not. My condition is bad? Well it could be even worser than this. Im struggling? Must be a minor thing, plus everyone struggles worser right..? "

If these words hits close to home, take a moment to look in the mirror. What do you notice? Maybe you fear lots of things, having horrible self-esteem, or being a perfectionist and overthinking everything?

Fear not! They're just blotches obscuring your true reflection, let's finally clean your mirror, shall we? So let's get on with the post;

How did go dusty?

Materialistically speaking, we all know that objects also need regular maintenance to keep it's best quality and lifetime,, mirrors are one of them, especially glasses because magical smudges spawns in once in a while, pretty annoying to see with when things are not clear isn't it?

I think the imposter image also clouds you the same way, it doesn't change the facts, but it does change the way you perceive them.

But, how did they spawn in your vision? It doesn't just pop out, maybe we didn't see it coming when it's small, dust and smears are more visible when they cluster together. What this means is how criticism, out-of-reach demands, and unrealistic expectations you hear most often gets accumulated, slowly obscuring you. Make sense right?

Since the things you hear the most echoes through your chamber harder than the less frequent ones, and that nobody hear's the same thing/words automatically means there are different forms of this syndrome's manifestation, i'll list them down: (bare in mind this is read in a pov of talking to oneself)

Perfectionist - "It all has to be right" You must do it perfect, everything must go smooth, if it doesn't go like how you planned you could've done better in many ways because why can't you see it coming before? That's impossible and unforgivable, there's no toleration for mistakes. Makes you look like you're not as good enough as others.

Expert - "Until then, i may be competent" There's a lot to master or learn, only then you can call yourself worthy of a title. Because the greatest ones must know everything, they don't have any weaknesses--since that's what an expert is! What are you, who learnt most things it has to give, but still missing a lot of little gaps? Once it is all flawless and understood you can call yourself that.

Natural Genius - "I am great, as long i can wing it" Everything must be an easy feat, you must be able to do things right on first try, if not, you might be no other than an average person. Geniuses are fast learning--and they can do everything right where people least expect it. Only then you can truly be smart or intelligent, wrong deductions are associated with less bright people! So if you just make one mistake out of anything, You are just the same as them, you don't have such talent!!

Lone wolf - "It's not real effort if it's intervened" A status or level means nothing if someone helps you, because thats cheating! You should start from scratch like everyone else, asking for help will equate to not being competent or worthy. You will never be able to asses your competence or abilities if it was assisted by someone else, you need to prove being worthy by doing it all yourself!

Hardest Worker - "I should perform as the best" Only if you work the most, the hardest, diligently and with no rest, is only when you can settle down and claim your achievements. What are you if you are not as special? You are nothing but a fraud if you're not the hardest working person ever, you also don't deserve to take a break until you reach to a higher level than others! You are nothing if you are not productive, or didn't achieve any amazing outcome.

Each types has its own fixations and areas where self-doubt comes around, you might even be a mix of these 5 (pick the dominant one if can), the manifestations are endless. Note that the main theme it all has are fear of being fake/inadequate and, or causing extreme doubt, one way or another.

If you need more assurance, i have prepared links for two short quizzes to figure out if you are showing signs of the imposter syndrome! They're already tested by me, so give these two a try.

How should i clean it??

Good question, but before that, i want to mention that this inner critic is a common automatic second voice where it's created in a place of potential abuse or mistreatment for many kinds of victims. Just like how you wipe your stuffs clean can go dirty in a few days despite leaving it be, this is the same. But the more you take care of your glass, the harder the specks will stick on it. That's our goal right there: Make the critics bother you less and more weak the more we deflect them.

Now to the main point, its a tough one here, because depending on what type you have, has it's own root of cause that needs to be tackled accordingly. This post is how to specifically tackle the sense of fraud in being a system, but you can apply this to any other general things the syndrome is causing you problems at.

Dear Perfectionist, here's how you can clean your mirror:

Understand that CDDs have no 'right' way of how it'll present the symptoms to you. Like, for someone to have a cold who have a sore throat for the early onset, while you're having runny nose,, does not mean you are the odd one out for not being the same as other's manifestation.

Nothing is constant, or the same, in frequency or intensity. You don't have to suffer 24/7 to finally accept you have a CDD or anything else. Just like for those with chronic pain, who doesn't experience pain for a day, does not mean they are cured of, or not having it. One minute of feeling okay still can happen to those with illnesses.

Perfectionism seeks outward assurance to fit whatever it finds 'right' or it's prime example as reference, which is the opposite of what you truly need: Acceptance. Comparison can be helpful, but oftentimes it causes counterproductive results. Your experiences are already real and it uniquely belongs to you, no amount of external validation will fill you, accept as how you are.

Dear Expert, here's how you can clean your mirror:

Having CDD means having a very covert disorder, it is not that you're a fraud for not knowing, or have proof of what caused you to be one, or know every parts and places in the innerworld, or need a perfect book filled with documentation on anything you can find. You do not need to 'master' or understand how your disorder truly works in order to feel like you have it--because guess what, you do have despite it, buddy.

You cannot rush things! Take things slow and steady, a microwaved meal may not taste good but it sure gets served in a mere minute, but gourmet are made from long and tedious work that trusts the process instead of the final result. Many systems rush to develop a better communication without fully learning what type of communication they have, like communicating with vibes instead of the stereotypical type for example.

Nobody ever figure things out by a 100%, so ease back and embrace uncertainty and the unknown. If the greatest researchers still can't make sense of how our galaxy works, then you should not be guilty or feel incompetent for not being able to figure it out, we are not perfect ofcourse, there are limitations to what we can know of our CDD.

Dear Natural Genius, here's how you can clean your mirror:

Having a disorder does not mean you immediately know what it does, will do, or how it'll turn out. Never feel bad about learning from scratch, you also don't have to get things right first try because it might be a new topic you're unfamiliar with. If you once think you have DID, but turns out to be Polyfragmented the longer you learn and research, it is a very natural thing to experience as CDD's have many similarities between each other.

You can't keep relying on being unprepared, but expect to do it perfect. It is not a negative thing to always recap, or learn it again, and whenever you do get things wrong, it is a valuable information to learn from, it's not your enemy. The lightbulb isn't invented at first try, but after hundreds and thousands of tries, and the worth still never gets devalued.

Dear Lone Wolf, here's how you can clean your mirror:

It is never cheating to ask for help, or get insight from another person. It never means you are not competent if you need some external help, rather like how you cannot see crumbs in your face until someone points it out. One can do an okay amount of progress, but if with many, it can progress even better and faster.

You must dismantle whatever makes you think of this way, things like hyper-independence are caused by a deeper root, you must delve and explore why are you only deemed worth, or feel okay, if you do everything yourself. We grow better when we surround ourselves with many other things.

Dear Hardest Worker, here's how you can clean your mirror:

healing is a journey, i understand that you want to get over with the whole CDD's symptoms and it's problems and start getting into final fusion/functional system, that the fluctuation with everyday's progress may frustrate you, but everyday doesn't have to be succeeding something or have an eureka, progress is never linear. You will still get there one day, don't fret on it too much okay?

Worries may not leave you alone fully, and just so you know, your worth or validation isn't tied with productivity. Whatever guilt or doubt you have that is causing this, i hope you can incorporate more self-compassion. For the alter with role jobs, you all deserve to have a break and have fun outside of those jobs, and rely with other parts for help. You're doing enough.

Why does it happen? Where's the takeaway?

Well, imposter syndrome relies on many biases/distortions and possible fallacies, i'll tell you some in hopes of helping you get out of its grip better than your previous attempts after learning the awful trick of theirs:

Confirmation bias: When you take a part of a fact to confirm your current image of you have, whilst downplaying contradicting and or disregarding other pov to maintain it.

Mental filter: Fixated on the negative aspects or flaws while missing out on the bigger picture or contextual information it has. Leading to false judgement of one's situation/ability.

Overgeneralization: Where a person assumes an experience from one event will apply to another different event. Or base an answer from a limited evidence or current failures. For example, interpreting a single mistake or setback as evidence that they are incompetent or unworthy, despite having a track record of success in other areas.

False consensus bias: Believing that others share the same negative opinions or doubts about oneself, even when there is little evidence to support this assumption. For example, one may believe that everyone in their workplace or academic environment is highly competent and confident, leading them to feel even more out of place and undeserving.

Fundamental attribution error: Where one underemphasize situational and environmental factors for the behavior of itself/someone else while overemphasizing dispositional or personality factors. For example, people who cut lines in traffic is a jerk, but if you cut traffic it's because there's something important. The pure opposite can be true in this specific example: Sarah receives praise from her supervisor for completing a project ahead of schedule and with excellent quality. However, instead of attributing her success to hard work, skills, and knowledge, she discounts the positive feedback by attributing the outcome to external factors. Saying "I just got lucky this time," or "My team members helped me a lot, so it wasn't all my effort." instead.

So there a hecking ton of information i put here.. But these things are very important to learn about, because the imposter syndrome is a multifaceted problem that has to be addressed in more than one angle.

I hope, everything that is written from start to end, can be used as your chemical cleaner, wiping cloth, along with your handy guide on how to take care of your mirror professionally,

Happy cleaning everyone!

- j

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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soooo about trailer park!ari loving anal.. would you ever .. hmmm.. elaborate bestie?👁👁

✋👁👁🤚 of course bestie

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Trailer Park!Ari Levinson x reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut - minors DNI, size difference, daddy kink, size kink, unprotected sex (anal), dirty talk, choking, dumbification, degradation, Ari is filthy, rough sex, spitting, fingering (f), mhm Ari's balls, reader is a little inexperienced, overstimulation, a smidge of dacryphilia, perhaps cock/ball worship, squirting, dom/sub undertones. mentioned/implied: oral (f & m), creampie

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Dirty trailer daddy fucks you stupid.

𝗪/𝗖 | 834

𝗔/𝗡 | consider this a snippet/smutty spoiler for my trailer park ari fic: flamingo king

Ari is a sucker for worship, he'd usually spend hours kissing and mapping out your body, thoroughly fucking all your holes, but he's definitely got an equal obsession for your cunt and ass.

“Getting too hot, sugar?”

Your nails dig into the sheets, hips stuttering when he rams forward, his hard chest flush against your back. “N-No, 'm okay—daddy." You add the last bit as he hooks his bicep around your throat, his warm breath brushing your cheek.

"Don't worry, I'll cool you off later." Ari kisses and nibbles on your neck, while his beard rubs your skin. He's balls-deep, his heavy sack against your weepy pussy, “Keep going. Daddy didn’t tell you to stop.”

You slowly start moving again, clutching his forearm as tears of pleasure well in your eyes, "s-so deep, daddy, I can't."

"You can, c'mon." One of his hands land on your waist, “Grind that little pussy on the pillow.”

The plush cotton is soft against you and combined with his thick dick pounding into your ass, you've never felt closer to heaven. Filthy, sinful heaven.

With each rocking motion, your swollen clit gets even needier which is exactly what Ari wants. He watches your face twist before your jaw falls slack, loud, porn-worthy moans flowing from your bitten lips.

He turns your face towards him, smiling as your hungry eyes beg for something. "Open up, baby." He spits into your mouth before capturing your lips in a messy kiss. When he pulls away, there's a string of saliva between you. "That's it, daddy knew you could do it. What a good girl." He praises through heavy pants, hair falling in his face before combs it back.

Ari releases you, his rough fingertips push your shoulders as you fall forward onto the bed. He chuckles as you face plant, hiccuping quiet whines as his length reaches deeper, if possible.

He spreads your cheeks, grunting at the sight of your ass stretched around his cock. His thrusts slows the slightest so he can watch your rim struggle to take his veiny girth, “Fuck, daddy’s splitting you in half. Little ass can't take much more or else you'll start crying,” He pauses as you whimper, "oh, never mind, my baby's been crying on my cock all day, huh?"

You nod, thighs quivering as euphoria streams through your body. It's like you're numb to everything but him, the blistering heat and the chatter outside fades away. The only thing that matters right now is Ari.

His touch trails between your legs and meet your dripping cunt, your slick, and his seed leaking from your used hole. “Aw, my little slut's cunt wants some attention too? I haven't been neglecting you, right?”

"No, daddy."

He made sure your centre was pumped full before he bent you over the bed. But, he did slip a few fingers into your puckered hole while you rode his face, he just couldn't help it.

"Look at that," He spits down where you meet, smearing his salvia around your puffy rim. He briefly considers tasting your sweetness again, but he doubts you'd last that long judging by your trembling.

Instead, he speeds up again, going harder, rougher. Each pound pushes you further up the bed, his big frame looming over you like a vast shadow. He could crush you if he wanted.

"Dumb baby is getting me all wet, making a stupid mess on my bed. I wonder what everyone out there thinks, listening to you take this fat cock in your ass. Be louder for daddy, I want them all to know what a good kitten you are."

He turns your face towards the opened window and the warm breeze ghosts over your heated skin. "You gonna clean me later, princess? Suck my balls in your pretty mouth, clean up all our cream."

"Uh-huh." You desperately nod, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he slides two fingers into your cunt, keeping you full while fucking your ass. "W-Want them, please, in my mouth, daddy."

"But how are you gonna fit them in there, baby?" Ari asks mockingly, abs flexing as you tighten around him, sucking him deeper. He leans forward, hot and hefty above you. His built thighs keep yours together as he straddles your ass, pinning you to the mattress as it creaks, the whole trailer rocks with his motions. "You know just how big I am, you gonna choke yourself trying to suck my sack like a fucking whore?"

You gnaw on another pillow, your sensitive folds roughly rub against the pillow. Your high hits suddenly, making you jerk under him, clawing at the sheets with a choked whine, you clench around him, making him curse loudly and grip your cheeks. You soak the fabric with your juices, your smell forever embedded into the pillow.

Your sounds quiet into pathetic moans, and your breath hitches as he drives forward, fucking you deeper. Ari's groans harmonize with the lewd wet slapping that fills his trailer, "Stupid girl, daddy's gonna make you clean that pillow too. You want that?"

You barely manage to nod, he's so big—he's too much and you love it, there isn't any room left inside you for any thoughts.

"What's wrong? Daddy fucked you dumb already?" When you don't answer, Ari entwines your fingers and holds your hands above your head, supporting his weight. He grinds into your ass, your poor little hole is already sore from his fat girth, and you know you won't be able to walk later.

His voice rings in your ears, "It's okay, sugar, daddy's got you. Gonna cum in your ass then I'll clean you up, and give you a taste too. Then, you're gonna let me fuck your pretty face, gotta use all your holes before I take you home."

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myreygn · 5 months

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All's well that ends well

summary: Bachira is on a pranking rampage and Chigiri is collateral damage. That wouldn't be such a big deal if the day couldn't have gotten any worse already, but luckily Kunigami is there to get everything back on track.

an: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @giggly-squiggily AGAIN HERE IS YOUR BELATED BIRTHDAY GIFT! i'm hitting myself hard for not getting this out sooner but it's here now and i hope you like it! stay wonderful and next year i'll try the whole being on time things again <3

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Practice was going great. At least Kunigami kept telling himself that over and over again, although believing it got harder with every missed pass, every flunked goal shot and every frustrated groan behind his back. They were all kinda off today and if it had just been that, he wouldn’t have minded as much. Of course having a bad day was annoying, especially when it seemed to be contagious to everyone else as well, but bad days were normal and they could easily be fixed by a hot shower and a good night’s sleep.

However, it wasn’t just a bad day. In fact, Bachira was having a great day. Apparently their dribbler had had a clown for breakfast and it showed; so far he had swapped Igarashi’s clothes with Iemon’s, put toothpaste under the door knob for Naruhaya to grab into, changed Gagamaru’s alarm to a death metal version of Baby Shark, and tied Raichi’s shoelaces together, twice. He was on a roll and while everyone was certainly on their toes, Bachira had yet to go on their very last nerve. Emphasis on yet.

A startled yelp caught his attention and Kunigami didn’t even bother watching as the ball flew past the goal, turning around instead. Chigiri held a bottle in his hand, the front of his shirt and his chin drenched in water. Looking a little closer, Kunigami saw that the lid had been unscrewed. Their resident team princess was apparently the newest victim of Bachira’s prank spree and he was not having it. Oh yeah, practice was going amazing.

“What the hell, Bachira!”

“Sorry, sorry! I thought this was Isagi’s!” In Bachira’s defense, he did seem shocked. Kunigami didn’t doubt for a second that he was telling the truth; Chigiri’s day had started off badly enough with his hair do loosening every ten minutes and after he had literally tripped over his own feet during warm up, face planting into the field at full speed, the team had unanimously decided to just leave him alone for the time being. And Bachira would never purposefully make a bad day worse, they all knew that. Unfortunately, Chigiri seemed to have forgotten about that in his annoyance.

“Amazing, thanks, that’ll definitely dry my clothes.”

“I know it won’t, I just-”

“You just wanted to test my patience, I get it! Because my day went so great up until now!”

“Chichi, I didn’t mean to-”

“Yeah well, you did! And don’t call me that!” The redhead’s glare made Kunigami go weak in the knees and it wasn’t even directed at him. “If you stopped playing these stupid pranks, shit like this wouldn’t happen! You’re not funny, just cut the crap already!”

“Woah, hey!” Isagi took a step forward as if to shield Bachira. “Chigiri-”, but Chigiri had already grabbed his things and stormed off.

The silence in the hall dragged on for an uncomfortable five seconds before Gagamaru softly cleared his throat. “Let’s call it a day. Bachira, do you, uh…”

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t, but the dribbler turned away before any of them could comment on his quivering lip. “Sorry, I’ll just… I think I’m gonna lie down for a bit. Sorry, really.”

With that he was out the door and the rest of the team exchanged glances, then Isagi nodded slightly and quickly got up to go after Bachira. Iemon jumped upright as well, shooing his teammates away. “Alright, go and hit the showers, you reek!” The boys gathered their things and upon one last exchange of glances, Kunigami slipped out of the room to go and look for Chigiri.

—

He found the princess in the recording room, sitting in the corner that was the farthest away from the door, curled up with his head buried in his arms and just seeming overall miserable. On second glance, Kunigami noticed his shoulders shaking ever so slightly and he even caught a sniffle. Alright, approach with caution.

“Hey.” He quietly closed the door after himself, making the screens’ bluish shine the only source of light in the room, and carefully stepped closer. “Is this seat taken?”

Nothing, not even a huff of reluctant amusement and Kunigami felt himself deflate a little. Dumb jokes like this usually made Chigiri downright cackle, he had to be really upset if he wasn’t even gonna acknowledge it. Still, he also showed no signs of wanting to be left alone, so Kunigami sat down next to him, not touching him yet. “So… that was not excellent.”

No answer. The hero frantically tried to think of something to say that would get through to his friend when he caught a slight movement out of the corner of his eye. It was hard to make out in the dim light, but… “Are you in pain?”

A shivery breath was the only response he got, but he wasn’t just gonna drop this. Kunigami sat up straighter and put his hand on Chigiri’s which had tightened its grip on his bad knee. “Hey, Chigiri, look at me. If you’re in pain, you need to tell me.”

The most anxiety-inducing three seconds of his life later, the smaller boy finally lifted his head and relaxed his hand a little. “I’m not hurt.” Despite the tear stains on his face, Kunigami felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Then Chigiri looked down again. “I was just scared I would be.”

Kunigami felt his heart clench a little at the quietness of his voice, but at least he was talking to him now. “What do you mean?”

“I was scared it’d start to hurt after I fell.” The redhead wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and Kunigami couldn’t help but feel a little good at Chigiri letting his guard down around him like that. “My knee is fine, I just… the entire time I kept thinking ‘What if it isn’t?’ and I got really anxious and I guess I kinda…”

Chigiri let the sentence trail off to silence and Kunigami nodded slightly. “You were tense and the thing with the water bottle was just the last drop.” That got him a quiet huff - still well below the average reaction, but he wasn’t gonna complain. A win was a win, however small. Next step. “That wasn’t okay, you realize that, right? I mean, I get it, but Bachira didn’t target you on purpose. And I think what you said really took a toll on him.”

Chigiri’s expression morphed into some kind of mortified guilt and Kunigami quickly put an arm around him, pulling him a little closer in the process. God, he was tense. “Isagi went after him, don’t worry. You obviously feel awful about this, I didn’t mean to make it worse, sorry. Just go apologize, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

The redhead nodded, drying the last remaining tears. “I wanted to do that anyway… I wanted to take back everything as soon as I left, but then I had to cry and I went here to calm down, but then it just got worse being all alone, and… thank you for coming, really.”

Kunigami smiled, softly caressing his teammate’s back. “Anytime, princess.”

“Shut up.” Chigiri flashed him a weak smile and sat up straight, stretching his arms. “Guess I should go apologize.”

“Oh no, not yet.”

“Huh? Why d- ehehehehey!”

Kunigami’s smile turned into a smirk at the way Chigiri immediately curled into himself as soon as he felt the fingers on his ribs, pressing his arms to his side and trying in vain to get away, but the taller boy just wrapped his free arm around him and pulled him back, not stopping the soft tickling of his ribs for even a moment. “You wanted to calm down first, didn’t you? You’re still as stiff as a poker, I can’t let you face Bachira like that.”

“Whahahahat dohohoes thahahahat hahahave toho dohoho wihihith tihihicklihihing mehehehe- aehehehe heheheherohoho!”

“Yes, princess?” He wormed his fingers under Chigiri’s arm and almost let out a giggle himself at the squeal that got him. He was careful not to be too rough however; he wanted Chigiri to relax, not perish. “Something the matter?”

“Yohohohou’re ahahaha jeheheherk, thahahahat’s the mahahahatter!”

“Tsk.” Kunigami gripped him a bit tighter and softly grazed a single finger over his knee, causing Chigiri to shriek and kick out. “I come here to cheer you up and this is the thanks I get? Such disrespect?”

“Kuhuhuhunihi, nahahaht thehehehe! Ihihihit tihihickles tohohoo muhuhuhuch!”

“That’s because you’re too ticklish, my lady.” Another soft scratch to the knee and Chigiri threw his head back, full on cackling now. “I’m barely touching you.”

“AEHEHE- heheherohoho, plehehehease!”

“Alright, alright.” Kunigami chuckled softly and released his teammate, softly wiping a laughing tear away with his thumb and caressing his back to help through the after-giggles. The tension had faded. Mission accomplished. “You good?”

“Yeheah… mahan, you suck.” Chigiri shook his head with a smile, then grabbed Kunigami’s extended hand to stand up with him. “Thanks again.”

“Of course. Now come on, let’s go. Make everything right again.”

—

Making everything right again was often a task easier said than done.

When they entered the room, Kunigami’s gaze immediately fell on Bachira’s futon. The dribbler said there with his legs crossed, slumped over and fiddling with his hands, not even looking up when the door opened. The ginger felt Chigiri tense next to him and he gently squeezed his hand, mouthing ‘You can do this’ at him when he was met with an anxious glance.

Chigiri took a deep breath and walked over to his friend slowly, then kneeled down in front of him on the floor. “Bachira? Can I talk to you?”

The dribbler looked up and expectantly examined the redhead, but he didn’t say a word. Kunigami felt himself grow slightly anxious now as well and he looked over to Isagi who was… smiling softly? Seeming relaxed? Curious. The ginger decided to just let things progress.

Chigiri didn’t catch the ease with which Isagi watched the scene. He was entirely focused on Bachira when he nervously grasped onto his shirt and began to speak. “I’m really sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that, I was just… I was feeling stressed and scared because of the fall and I shouldn’t have taken that out on you, especially when you didn’t do it on purpose, which, I- I know you didn’t, I shouldn’t have accused you of that, that was a shitty thing to do. Everything I did was shitty, I’m really really sorry. Can you forgive me?”

Bachira tilted his head and just sat there for a few seconds, then a smile began tugging at his lips. “You’re lovely, thank you.” He put a hand on Chigiri’s shoulder, squeezing softly. “I’m sorry for getting you caught in the crossfire, I might’ve gone a little overboard with all the pranks today. Forgive me too?”

“Of course!”

Kunigami smiled softly when Bachira pulled Chigiri in for a hug and the redhead relaxed visibly. A look over to Isagi however showed him a mischievous little smirk on his lips and a realization dawned on him. This was still Bachira. Before he could warn Chigiri, the dribbler began speaking again.

“There’s one last thing though…”

Confusion showed itself on Chigiri’s face. “What thing?”

“Revenge.”

“What are you- wait, waitwaitwait, not agahahAHAHAHAIN-”

“Again? So Kunigami got his turn already?” Bachira grinned and grabbed Chigiri’s wrist, pulling it to the side for better access to his armpit. “Then it would be unfair to deny me mine, don’t you think, Chichi?”

Kunigami couldn’t help but chuckle to himself softly and he turned away to make himself comfortable on his futon. All’s well that ends well, he could let this go on for a little longer.

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Day 6–Facesitting

Aaron Hotchner x reader

Warnings: talks about weight/looks, being self conscious, face sitting, Aaron being an angel

Word count: 2k

You had always been a little insecure about your weight—it was no secret to anyone. At some point, everyone struggles with their looks; eventually they learn to live with it. However it was something you'd held onto, no matter how many times you heard how good you looked, or how many compliments you received. It was just something you hadn't managed to get over, and sometimes you doubted that you ever would.

That was all until Aaron came along.

He was a man who treated you like royalty, no matter what the circumstances. He thought you hung the moon, and you felt the same way about him, always going out of your way to do things for him, even if you knew he could do it himself. I'm return, he made you feel like the most special woman alive. No man had ever went to lengths that he did to keep you happy. Aaron was the type of man that took care of the people he loved, in any way possible. He'd never let you feel bad about yourself even for a second.

On this night in particular, Aaron wasn't home. He was working a case, and although you weren't sure when he'd be back, you prayed it was soon. You'd had a rough day at work, and when you came home, you stepped on the scale, immediately regretting the decision as soon as your foot was on the device. It had prompted an evening of sulking, laying in bed under the covers waiting for the possible arrival of your man. As the hours passed, you assumed he wouldn't be coming. You'd nearly dozed off when he came through the door, obviously happy to see you.

"There's my girl," he said brightly, crossing the room in giant strides so he could make it to you, sitting on the bed next to you. He gave you a once-over and frowned, assessing your mood and essentially profiling you, even though you'd begged him not to.

"What's wrong, baby?"

You weren't even sure of what to say. You hadn't gained any weight, but you hadn't lost any either. You weren't dieting but the number on the scale was always discouraging, even unintentionally.

"Would you tell me if I started being unattractive to you?"

He seemed perplexed, staring back at you blankly as if he'd expected a lot of questions, but that wasn't one of them.

"Baby, what's this about? I'll always think you're the most gorgeous woman in the world," he assured you, taking off his blazer, laying it across the back of his desk chair, undoing his belt next. He let his pants clatter to the floor, his shirt next, and then he was crawling in bed next to you, taking both of your hands in his.

"It's nothing, Aaron. I just feel—ugly," you cringed at your choice of word but there was no other way to describe it.

"Baby, you're so beautiful. I know some days are harder than others. I understand that. But I need you to hear me, sweetheart. You're so gorgeous," he kissed your cheek, making all of your doubts fizzle away as quickly as they'd surfaced. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tight, letting him kiss your cheeks before pulling you into his lap.

"I've missed you so much," you told him, earning a chuckle from him in response. He let you lean forward, pressed to his chest as he raked his hand over your hair.

"I've missed you, beautiful. I'm so glad to be home with you for a couple of days," he'd be home until he got another case, and you prayed it was for more than a day this time. Last time he was home, you only had him for a couple of hours before he was pulled away from you again.

"Me too. Maybe we could be lazy tomorrow," you suggested, and you felt him nod, kissing your temple.

"We can do whatever you want, baby. Are you tired?"

You shook your head; now that he was home, the last thing you wanted to do was sleep. You wanted to touch him, but you were hesitant because of your sour mood, hoping he could change your mind.

"I know you're probably exhausted. We can go to bed," you offered, pulling back to look at him. It was his turn to shake his head, his eyes raking over you as his hands moved to your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"We have all night to sleep. Right now, I just want to look at you."

You wanted to feel shy under the scrutiny of his gaze, but it was impossible. He made you feel too good, sent your confidence soaring with his sweet words and loving tone. It was hard not to believe every word that came out of his mouth, no matter how unbelievable some of his comments about you seemed at the time. He put you on another level, above everyone else, even himself. You were his number one, and he made sure you always knew it.

Aaron sat up a little straighter, his hands moving upward to your sides as he pulled you closer, his mouth meeting yours. It was gentle, tender, the way he seemed to melt into you, kissing you slowly; you'd never get tired of the way he tasted, and it had been so long, and every fiber of your being craved him.

Your make out session was beginning to turn steamy, his hands creeping under your shirt to cup your breasts, bare under your T-shirt as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, pinching them lightly until you were pushing your chest forward for him to give him better access.

"I need you to do something for me," he started, your bottom lip between his teeth as he looked into your eyes. The love radiated off of him; you could feel it all over you, in his touch, the way he said your name with such fondness. It was clear that he adored every inch of you, whether you felt comfortable in your skin or not.

"Anything," you promised him, watching his eyes crinkle up as he smiled back at you. He kissed you briefly before taking your hands, his lips brushing your knuckles as he brought them to his mouth.

"If you want me to make you feel good, I need you to let go of every doubt in your mind. Let me take it all away for you, baby. Focus on me, the way we make each other feel," he explained, his grip on you firm; he was afraid of making you upset, but he wanted you to concentrate on him and not on the things you were constantly worrying about.

"I can do that," you told him, and he gave you a short nod before meeting your mouth once more, bringing your shirt over your head before he did the same. You were chest to chest when he suggested it—taking you completely off guard.

"Will you sit on my face?"

You weren't sure what to say. It was something new and intimidating but he trusted you enough to ask, so you felt like you should at least consider it, even if the idea kind of made you feel funny.

"You want me to?"

He nodded, already sliding down in the bed, eyes on you the entire time. He was waiting for you to give him a reason that you couldn't, for you to make something up—he wouldn't try to convince you if you didn't want to, he'd respect your boundaries. But deep down you knew it was something he wanted to try and making him happy gave you the most joy; not only that, it would be pleasurable for you, and he loved being the one to give it to you.

"We don't have to—" he started, kissing your cheek, but you shook your head, pulling him in for a much needier kiss, meeting his mouth with urgency.

"I want to," you assured him, his eyebrow raised back at you, his grip tightening on your thighs. You still had on pajama shorts, but Aaron was already working to tug them down your legs, making you sit up so he could strip you down. He groaned when he realized you weren't wearing panties underneath, his thumb immediately finding your clit, rubbing tantalizingly slow, the butterflies in your stomach spreading throughout your entire body as Aaron continued to move lower, until he was nearly flat on the mattress.

"I really want you to; it'll give me the perfect view of you," the cheeky grin he wore was enough for you to stop being anxious—there was no reason to be with him. He'd always take care of you, make sure you were comfortable. He had you hover on your knees until he was situated below you, and then he pulled you down to sit mostly on his chest, a hum of satisfaction leaving his lips when he finally had you where he wanted you.

"If you need me to stop, all you have to do is say the word," he reminded you, your safe word was made for situations like this, but you wouldn't need it; you were actually excited to find out what it felt like having been too afraid to do it with anyone else before.

"I'm okay, Aaron. I promise," you told him, gripping the headboard for support as he dove headfirst into your center, his arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place. It was certainly more than you expected, being completely open and exposed for him, but the pleasure was undeniable. Aarons tongue was expertly swirling around your clit, flicking it delicately; you were already close, panting for breath as he nodded up at you, urging you to let it go. When you finally did, the sensation billowed around you, like a wave that you were desperate to ride out. His hands moved to cup your ass, pulling you forward and closer to him, if that was even possible. You were smushed against him already, your knees against the headboard and your thighs wrapped around his head. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he was more content than you'd ever seen him, the soft smile on his face hadn't gone anywhere since he started.

"You taste so sweet, princess. Thank you for trusting me like this," he purred, pressing a tender kiss to your inner thigh before he continued lapping at your pussy hungrily—he'd been gone for days so you had no doubt that he'd missed you. You were getting a taste of exactly how much as he buried his face in your center. It was enough to have your head spinning as you gripped his hair. He encouraged you to tug at it all you wanted, only speaking when he wanted to try something different.

"Ride my face, baby. That's it," he said softly as you began to move your hips back and forth, quite literally riding his tongue, your orgasm overpowering you as you latched onto the headboard for support. Aaron held onto you from below, making sure you stayed upright.

"Feels so good, baby," you choked, breathing heavily as Aaron continued expertly swiping his tongue against you; he'd never get tired of it, lost in the sensation. He was a man who knew what he wanted, and nothing would stop him from getting his way; you wouldn't be moving until he was completely satisfied.

You were thankful for letting go of your inhibitions and letting Aaron give you a new experience, something you could do again in the future. You knew better than to feel self conscious around him, he'd always make you feel like you were on top of the world, the brightest star in his sky. You made a promise to yourself to quit holding back with him—you'd be open to trying whatever he wanted, all he had to do was ask.

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Joel Miller x f!reader. No age gap. Reader is in her 50's too.

Warnings: bad language, smut, P in V sex. Voyeurism?

WC:2.2k in total.

I had an idea about Joel and reader being stuck listening to a young couple having sex while protecting them. I couldn't decide which way to write it, so I wrote five different versions.

Cabin Fever

"We're good. We're safe here. You take the bedroom upstairs. We'll stay down here." Joel settled in your temporary house guests.

The cabin was a fair size and pretty well fortified. The Jackson patrols used it often if they had any doubts about making it the last leg home before nightfall. The infected didn't usually bother making the climb this far so it was a good place to hold up for the night.

The young couple that you and Joel picked up had been on the far end of the patrol perimeter. Just where the snow was beginning to thaw. A few stray infected had cornered them. Luckily, you and Joel had been there to bring them to safety. The young couple thanked you both again before heading upstairs. About fifteen minutes later the unmistakable sounds of sex filled the air above you and Joel. Joel grumbled before turning over and going asleep. His body next to you provided some warmth as usual but not as much as you would like....

"Jesus. Are they at it again?" Joel groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. The wafer thin mattress shifted under him as he turned to face you, knowing that wouldn't be sleeping through that racket.

"More like 'at it still'. They never stopped." A smirk ghosted your lips. "Oh to be young and in love."

"We're young." Joel shot at you.

"Tell that to my back."

"Your back is better than my knees."

The rhythmic shifting of the furniture above you sped up. Joel cleared his throat. "They know we're down here. You think they'd show their elders some respect."

"Oh, come on." You nudged him with your shoulder. "They nearly died. They're happy to be alive. They're celebrating life."

"I don't mind them celebrating. I just wish they'd do it a little quieter." He grunted turning onto his side and nestling further into his folded pillow.

"Quieter? Are you one of those people that doesn't make a sound during sex?" You needled him.

"What? I…I…" he started to laugh. "I make an appropriate amount of noise during sex, thank you!"

"An appropriate amount? Joel Miller you hussy!" You teased.

"Alright! Enough." He returned your nudge to the shoulder.

"I'm curious though, what is an appropriate amount?" You were face to face with him now, with a hope that this might actually be the time you and Joel cross the line and do something more than flirty banter.

"Maybe I'll show you sometime." He leaned closer.

"Yeah..?" You moved to meet him.

As your lips parted he pulled back. "I should buy you dinner first though. I don't want people to talk about me. There's a rumour going round that I'm a hussy."

"Come here, Miller." You grabbed a handful of his shirt to close the gap between you. You soon made some noises of your own.

"Fuck!" Came a shout from upstairs. My sentiments exactly, you thought as you tried to keep your breathing slow and even. The couple had been going at it for about an hour. Joel had fallen asleep more or less right away. Thanks to your hearing being sharper than Joel's you were awake for every minute of it. You couldn't blame the couple for being a little worked up. Nearly dying and losing a loved one will do that to you. Plus the adrenaline of surviving a close call is a powerful thing. Something you knew all too well. It was still under your skin. It was making keeping up the pretence of sleep even harder. Speaking of hard, Joel shifted a little, pressing his very evident erection further into your backside. When needed you and Joel had cuddled for warmth so it wasn't the first time you'd felt him pressed into you. It was the first time you'd felt him so insistently, while listening to a couple fucking, while riding your own adrenaline high. The combination was serving to drive you insane.

Joel giving another roll of his hips was it for you. "Shit." You cursed rolling away from him.

Coming to, Joel quickly put the compromising situation together. "Shit. Sorry. I…"

"It's fine. It happens. Friction and whatever." You strug him off.

"Sweetheart. This has nothing to do with friction. I'm laying under a live sex show with a beautiful woman between my legs. How could I not get turned on?" Joel was always matter of fact with you.

When you didn't say anything he sat and switched on the light. Turning to him you looked everywhere except at him."I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that…"

"No, I…beautiful?" You laughed lightly.

"Yes. Beautiful. The most beautiful woman in Jackson."

"Now I know you are lying, Joel Miller. There are younger, prettier women in Jackson."

"Younger maybe. Not prettier." He gripped your chin to pull you in for a kiss.

Your lips barely brushed when the noise upstairs reached a crescendo. A wail of 'Yes, Baby. Cum in my ass.' cut into the romance of the moment. A shared laugh simmered until the heat took over. The younger couple were then the ones that had trouble sleeping.

The sound of sex had been taunting you for an hour. Eligible partners in Jackson weren't exactly plentiful. Especially at your age. Apparently women just stopped having sex after forty. Most people were either paired off before you got there or were when they arrived. There was one eligible bachelor but that was complicated. For some reason you trusted Joel more than anyone else in the world. He was honest. Thoughtful. Loyal. Sex might ruin what you had with him, a friendship built on trust and shared life experience. A friendship that you were thinking about throwing out of the window, along with your panties if he rocked his cock into you again. It had happened a few times now. Just a press of his large erection into your ass before he moved away in his sleep. The last one seemed longer, like he lingered. He seemed to settle into a deeper sleep after that. For a little while you slept too. Only to be woken by Joel's hand on your breast as he ground his cock into the flesh of your backside.

"Joel!" You called to no avail. "Joel!"

That one got some groggy muttering followed by 'oh shit' as he practically leapt away from you. "Sorry, Darlin'. I was dreamin' I…"

Turning to face him, you tried to calm him. "It's okay, Joel. I liked it. I've missed being touched."

With that Joel's hand engulfed the side of your face. The hands that you knew were skilled, that were calloused from him wielding those skills. A shudder ran through you as his hand travelled lower, pawing at your breast again. Joel didn't miss your reaction. "Come and lay with me again?"

This time the grind of his length into you was purposeful. He worked his cock in his jeans as his fingers circled your clit. Even just having someone else bring you to orgasm was incredible. "When we get back to Jackson. We'll put those young'uns to shame."

"Why wait? We ain't getting any younger."

An hour of listening to them fuck like dogs. While Joel's broad frame pressed into you from behind. You wondered if there were any infected that you could throw yourself to. There was already a ridiculous amount of tension between you and Joel. The playful banter turned flirty on the cold nights in Jackson. Neither of you had done anything about it. You just figured he was all talk. He didn't feel all talk as you shifted back under the blanket and came into contact with his sizable erection. The feel of it had even more slick leaking into your panties. In this position there was nothing you could possibly do to ease the ache between your legs. There was no way you wanted to wake Joel either. Resigned to your fate, you settled back down. When you got home you would have to take care of yourself especially well. Heaven knows you've been doing it for long enough. The memory of being wrapped in Joel's arms usually helped a lot with that. Now you had the thought of his erection against you to help too. Temptation got the better of you when you let your hips sink back again. Perfectly fitting into the curve of Joel's body. Getting another feel of his hard cock.

"If you turn around we'd both get more out of that." Joel's voice was low; he placed a kiss to your exposed neck as his hands on your waist encouraged you to turn around.

"Come here, Darlin'." Wrapping your legs around him he shifted onto his back. His hands rested on your hips as he guided you to ride his bulge. "That's it. Fuck, just like that."

"Fuck, yes. Feels so good, Joel." Your hands came to rest on his chest as you found your rhythm. His came to join them as he let you take control. They held yours tightly as he spilled into his jeans when you came apart above him.

Even a Saint would have trouble resisting the urge to throw the young couple back out into the snowy night. It wouldn't be the worst way to go. The cold you kill them before the infected could. The worst way to die was slowly dehydrating as all the moisture in your body slowly leaked into your panties. As you currently were. They were really going at it. You could hear the bed moving across the floor. The two of them were groaning in ecstasy. With the heat of Joel at your back it was all too much. Pressing the side of your hand between you legs, you pushed the fly of your jeans against your aching clit to get some relief. A small moan escaped, one that you hoped didn't manage to catch Joel's good ear. Staying as still as possible, you waited to see if you woke him. A few seconds passed, nothing. You breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do it again." Came Joel's voice, thick with sleep, or something else.

"Joel?"

"Do it again." He repeated as he pulled your hips flush with his. The evidence that he was just as affected by the free porn pressed into you. "I wanna hear you. I wanna hear how a real woman sounds when she's excited."

Before you could ask, he clarified. "That young girl up there, faking all those sounds because she doesn't know how to ask for what she wants." His hips rolled into you. "A woman like you though. Wiser. More experienced. You know how to ask for what you want. Don't you?"

You were almost too lost in the feel of him to answer. "Y..yes. Yes, I do."

"Well, what do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me, Joel." With that he was on you. Hunger kisses claimed your lips before moving down to your neck and on to your breasts as he yanked down your jeans and underwear. The cold air cooled the slick between your legs before his hand came to warm it up again. "Now, I know you need it but how do you want it?"

"From behind. Fuck me fast and deep Joel. I wanna feel you. I wanna make you cum."

"Oh, you will, Baby but I have to take care of you first."

His cock slid into you with ease given his size. "Oh, Joel!"

"There. That's what I'm talking about. I can feel you're not faking that. Your goddamn pussy is pulling me deeper. Hard and fast? Tell me no now because I won't hold back."

"Yes. Hard and fa…" The sentence was lost in a scream as he hit deep inside you. The headboard slammed against the wall. Chants of his name rang louder than anything going on upstairs. Even the high heavens could hear you. You silently thanked whoever had you back for sending you Joel.

"Oh. Fuck. Yes. You're close aren't you, Sugar?" Joel panted, his own end racing towards him. "Do you need…anything else to get…you…there?" He asked as if the magnificent pounding your g-spot was taking couldn't possibly be enough.

"Just…talk to me, Joel…tell me how good I'm… making you feel."

"Oh...so…fucking good, Beautiful. Better than…I dreamed. I fucked my hand thinking about…you so many…times. Never…thought it….oh god." You pussy spasming around him made him stop. He knew you'd sound incredible when you came. He tilted this good ear to you, wanting to savour the moans of his name. When you finished writhing on his cock he pulled out.

"Don't stop, Joel. I want you to cum."

"Where?"

"Inside. I can't…I mean…I don't…any more."

With your consent he sheathed himself inside again. It wasn't long until he was painting your walls. Another genuine cry of ecstasy peeled from you as you came.

Ending

The next morning, you were all set to leave early but the young ones were still asleep, much to Joel's irritation. When they did finally emerge, the guy tried to fist bump Joel apparently in appreciation for 'still getting it on as his age.' The guy soon found out that there were worse things to having giving you a death stare than Clickers.

Tags @kirsteng42 @prolix-yuy @thegreenkid2 @hquinzelle @fangirl-316 @gracie7209 @jedifarmerr @doommommy @scorpio-marionette @sturkillerbase @harriedandharassed @aynsleywalker @mswarriorbabe80 @quica-quica-quica @rise-my-angel @adancedivasmom @graciexmarvel @kinda-nobody @movievillainess721 @munsonownsmyass @mandoloriancookie @faceache111 @elegantduckturtle

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader

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storiesbyjes2g · 5 months

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3.54 Flames...literally

Though I didn't own much, downsizing my life turned out to be much harder than I anticipated. I could only take a few pictures and had to decide what items from my desk and dresser I could part with and leave behind. How many skin care products and colognes did one man need? In the grand scheme of things, the decision was like splitting hairs but still quite difficult to make. I had a routine, and those things were part of that routine. Living somewhere else was one thing, but upsetting the routine was a different flavor of cow's milk. But I eventually made my selections and arrived back home before Sophia. Unfortunately, I didn't make it back in time to implement my secret plan, and she walked in on me scrambling.

Even in her work uniform, she took my breath away, though she looked kind of tired. She sniffed the air and said something smelled good. Since the cat was out of the bag, I went ahead and explained.

"Hi! Uhh...So like, I know it's super early, and no one has dinner at 3:00, but I wanted to do something special and have a meal ready for you."

She flashed that beautiful smile that always tore me into pieces and sat at the table.

"Awwwww! That's so sweet! I'm so tired I can only dream of eating right now," she said. "I'm sorry. Does that ruin your plan?"

"Not at all! I just got started like ten minutes ago, so that's perfect. Get some rest. I'll be done by the time you wake up."

Her kiss on my forehead left a tender warmth on my skin as she disappeared into the bedroom to nap. I resumed preparing our dinner and couldn't help but feel a surge of joy coursing through me. The thought of being able to see her beautiful face every day, to support her in any way possible, filled my soul with an overwhelming sense of happiness, so much so I almost forgot why exactly I feared this for so long. Almost. A few concerns still lingered in the back of my mind. Moving in happened so randomly and haphazardly. I wouldn't blame anyone for questioning my judgment because the whole situation was absolutely insane. But through it all, I took solace in the fact that I was not alone. Sophia and I were in this together, ready to tackle the challenges that lay ahead.

I expected her nap to last longer, but she woke up and I was still not finished with dinner. Her shower bought me a few more minutes, and by the time she came out and sat with me, I was in the home stretch. When I inquired about her day, she described it as exhausting. Apparently, the change in season always caused an influx of patients, and they were short staffed, so she had to do three times the work.

I don't know if I was too into her story or what, but I definitely was not paying attention to my task. Suddenly, a huge flame shot up from the pan, and I ducked.

I thought about Maira and how quickly that situation escalated. My face was still pretty hot as I shielded myself, and I was afraid I had lost my eyebrows.

Sophia dashed to me.

"Luca! Are you okay? What happened?"

"Are my eyebrows okay??"

She covered her mouth to stifle a giggle.

"Your eyebrows are intact, babe."

"Thank Watcher."

I turned back to the stove to continue cooking—more carefully that time.

"You know," she began,"...when you said I could get meal service, I thought that meant you could actually cook."

"My hand slipped!! I added a splash too much sauce. It's fine. You'll see."

"Mmm hmm."

She teased me about my cooking skills and fearing for her safety. We laughed and joked our way through completion, and it felt so good. It felt right, and I filed that moment away for when the doubt and fear reared its ugly head again.

As I placed the food on the table, I noticed I instinctively made a vegetarian meal. That's when it occurred to me I never asked if she had any dietary restrictions or concerns.

"I should have asked sooner, but is there anything you don't eat?"

"Oh, yeah," she said. "Thanks for asking. I'm lactose intolerant."

Great. I went from one restricted household to an equally restricted household. At least she ate meat. But no milk? That would be tricky.

The food had disappeared from our plates a while ago, but we were still sitting at the table, talking and laughing. I loved how we could discuss literally everything. True, there were still things we didn't know about each other, but we were past that initial getting to know you phase where every hang out turned into a game of Twenty Questions.

"I was just thinking about how you used to complain about your mom waking you up to cook breakfast," she said. "Look at you now!"

I think I blushed. I could only imagine what she must have thought of me in the early days of my young adult life.

"You remember that? You must have thought I was a spoiled brat or something."

"I may have rolled my eyes."

"I'm so glad I ran into you that day."

"Me too."

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #sophia aguilar #I'm so glad you ran into her too!#so serendipitous

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fangirlfrom-hell · 6 months

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When Your Parents are Detectives, You Gotta Try Harder || Upstead x daughter

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly erased my blog 🫠

Also Burzek x daughter and Stellaride x twins

Sophia is Upstead's daughter. // Leslie and Benjamin are Stellaride's twins. //Makayla is Makayla.

Jay, Hailey, Adam, Kim, Severide, Stella, Violet, Gallo, Ritter, Will, Joe, Sylvie, Matt involved.

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-"What the hell is that?" Jay said dramatically pointing to his daughter as she entered the kitchen.

-"Sophia Halstead. Human. Nice to meet you". -She had inharited her father's sense of humor.

-"I mean what the hell are you wearing!?" -He asked shocked, not paying attention to his daughter's joke.

-"Oh! This is called a dress. Girls usually use them when the weather is hot outside". -Sophia replied sarcastically. -"It's fresh, you should try it".

-"Yeah, I'm not into it, too short...why isn't it covering your knees?" -Jay crossed his arms in a scolding dad position.

-"Seriously, Jay?" -Hailey raised her eyebrows and gave a look to her husband, while pouring herself a cup of coffee.

-"Well, good morning to you too". Sophia rolled her eyes and sat at the kitchen island to have breakfast, trying to ignore the situation. Anyway, she had foreseen her father's reaction the moment she decided to wear that green dress with small white flowers for the picnic that day. He was, after all, old fashioned, as he used to joke about.

-"You look really pretty, hunny". Hailey smiled, knowing what was going through her daughter's mind.

Sophia never tought she would feel so embarrased. Other than the school uniform, no one had ever seen her wearing a dress or skirt before, not even her parents. To be honest, it wasn't her type of clothing, she preferred jeans and not so tight shirts or blouses, always big boots as shoes. But she wanted to give it a try, she wanted to feel "pretty" and look femenine as the other girls at school.

-"Yeah, I mean that's not in doubt". Jay continued his wife's statement. -"But I find it innapropiate, you can't just go out like that. You are too young, dress' too short, lot of psychos out there. Do the math". And he took a drink from his coffee mug with the "Ranger" insignia.

-"Whoa, ok It's not like I'm going to a rave or something. This reunion it's supposed to be only for friends and family, isn't it? There are not psychos in that group...that we know of at least". Her parents grined at that. -"Besides, I have my platform boots on. They are iron point, I still can kick some asses if I need to".

-"Swearing jar!". -Hayley and Jay said unison, closing their eyes tiredly. This language matter was begining to be a problem and the swearing jar wasn't helping enough.

-"All right, you oppressors of free speech". She said while standing up. -"I'll get the jar". And she dissappeared.

-"Since when does she like wearing dresses? -Jay threw the question into the air. -"I mean, what's next? Make up?"

Hailey stared at Jay with a smirk on her face and he felt deep in his bones how she was reading him, so he avoided eye contact.

-"Is she acting like this because of a boy? Because she does talk a lot about that Severide boy".

-"Jay, you are over reacting" -Hailey laughed. -"They are friends, and for the record, she mostly talks about his twin sister, Leslie. They are both Severide, you might be confusing them".

Hailey leaved her seat and stood next to him: - "This is not even about the dress, is it?".

Jay opened his mouth to say something, but words didn't come out, he was feeling a little bit silly. At the same time, he tried to match his toughts with gestures, but he just ended up doing strange movements with his hands.

-"I don't know what hand gesture to make". They both laughed and he used one hand to grab her waist.

-"I know it is only a stupid dress. I do worry about the psychos, though. -He pointed out. -"But the thing is that when I saw her, reality hit and made me realize that she's not a little girl anymore. Yesterday she was pucking over girly stuff and now...she grew overnight".

-"Yes, I get that feeling, but...". She sighed. "-If it makes you feel better, she's just pretending. I know you're scared of loosing what you have with her, but you won't".

-"What do you mean she's pretending?". -He frowned his eyes.

-"I think she just wants to feel pretty, or what she sees around that is supposed to be pretty. Hard to believe coming from that girl, but she's in a vulnerable position right now".

-"But she is beautiful". -He didn't say it just because he was his father, he meant it with his heart. Hailey's eyes lighted up.

-"She just wants to fit in, you know?"

-"She never cared about that".

-"Mh. She's a thirteen years old girl now and let's say that kids at that age can be really mean".

Jay nodded with a confused expression.

-"She's exploring to find herself, but she's still the impulsive tough girl climbing trees, playing to be a cop, screaming at the TV watching sports with his dad and watching horror films at midnight thinking we don't notice". Both smiled at those ideas. Then Hailey's countenance changed and she look to another way crossing her arms. -"Also the girl who hasn't hesitated in throwing punches to defend her friends from bullies...". They both stared into the abyss remembering that time they got a call from school because she hit a boy who had been bothering Makayla. Blood was involved and stitches were sponsored by uncle Will.

-"Yeah, we still need to work on that". Jay shruged.

There was a small moment of peaceful silence where they just stared at each other.

-"I think I just unlocked the fear of she not wanting to spend an afternoon watching a hockey game with her dad, if you know what I mean...".

-"What are you talkig about? I'm always up to watch hockey with you". Sophia entered the kitchen again, this time carrying the jar on one hand and a pair of skates hanging on the other one. -"Much better if you take me to a live game".

Jay looked at his daughter and laughed when he saw her knees all full of scratches from recent bike falls.

-"What's up with the skates?" Her mom asked.

-"We all are taking our skates or boards to the picnic".

-"Sounds like fun".

-"Yeah. It was Severide's idea".

Jay gave an annoying look to his wife.

-"All right, let's go. We have to pick Will on our way".

Social reunions were usual between the firefighters from Firehouse 51, the Intelligence squad and some doctors from The Med. They had known each other and even worked together for years and now their kids were also good friends. It was Cindy Herrman's plan to organize a reunion in other place than Molly's. Violet had the idea of a picnic and she was not going to allow it to be otherwise, therefore Ritter and Gallo were forced to help with the organization. Silvye also helped with excitement.

It was a warm sunday morning , the weather was perfect to be outside. When Hailey, Jay, Will and Sophia arrived to the park, some of the guests were already there.

-"Hey, Halsteads!" -Kelly yelled and waved inviting them to seat at his picnic table with Stella and their twins: Leslie and Benjamin. Kelly and Jay were good close friends.

Sophia approached to sit next to the twins. Since Leslie was sitting on the edge of the bench, the vacant space was next to Benjamin. Before she could sit, Jay took the box of lukumades Hailey was carrying and gave it to his daughter: "Go put them on the food table". And he took advantage to sit next to the Severide boy. Everything happened so fast and natural that nobody noticed it but Hailey, who was looking at him with a look of disbelief.

On her way to leave the greek donuts her mom had baked, Sophia started to feel insecured. She felt as everybody was staring at her, and part of it was true, because they weren't used to see little Halstead dressed delicately and they found it too cute. Cindy smiled kindly when she saw her and greeted her with a warm hug: -"You look specially pretty today", to which Christopher agreed. She was relieved when Gallo and Ritter approached her talking nonsenses, treating her with normality. She rushed back to the table when she noticed Trudy staring at her with amazement.

When she went back to the table, Adam and Kim had arrived with Makayla.

-"Did you bring it?" -Sophia asked her hurriedly, wanting to get out of there.

-"Yes, it's in my backpack". -And she took a blanket out of it.

-"Let's go". -Leslie said standing up, followed by her brother.

-"We brought a blanket for the picnic, if you don't mind us leaving the table". -Makayla said to Kim.

-"I find that real cute". -Stella intervened. -"You guys even brought a basket. Real definition of a picnic day".

And the kids ran off without waiting for an answer or permission from any adult.

-"Don't get too far!". -Adam yelled at them.

Hailey looked at Jay with a smirk, teasing him because his silly plan to separate Sophia from Benjamin didn't work. He just rolled his eyes.

Time passed, everyone was having a blast, and now that everybody had arrived and lunch time was near, it was time for Kelly to shine.

-"Grilled sausages cooked by Severide". -Cruz said excited. -"You don't get that everyday".

Tired of waiting for the food, the kids took their skates and ran off the place.

-"We're going to skate". -Benjamin informed before disappearing along his friends.

-"Don't get too far!" -Adam yelled once more by inertia, as if it was his responsability to tell them so, this time not even looking at them.

As soon as she put her skates on, Sophia started to brag: -"Hey guys, I bet you can't do a cartwheel in your skates". And she did one as if it was nothig. She didn't even remember she was wearing a dress.

-"Cool". -The twins said at the same time.

-"Easy to do it on ice for me, not in wheels". -Makayla said.

Benjamin was the only one on a skateboard and he started to do some easy flips. Everyone was goofing around, when Sophia dead stopped and stared towards the horizon.

-"What are you looking at?" -Leslie asked intrigued. And the four teenagers looked towards the same place, trying to figure it out.

-"There's no way!" -Ben looked at Sophia and she turned to look at him with a smirk and challenging eyes as saying "Watch me". She was looking at a hill, a very steep hill and she wanted to go down on her skates.

-"It's too dangerous". -Ben tried to stop her, but his words and worry only worked to encourage her more.

It was Sylvie the one that saw how Makayla and Leslie were running back towards the picnic.

-"I think something happened". -She said to Matt and they stood up from their places.

The girls' screams for help started to echo among the adults.

-"They were four when they left and I only count two of them". -Ritter observed.

-"Where's Ben?" -Violet asked.

-"Wherever Sophia is, for sure". -Gallo answered.

And suddenly they visualized the figure of the little Severide boy helping Sophia to walk, carrying her on his side. The girl was full of blood, it looked dramatic at the distance.

Not knowing what was going on, and not understanding a word of what Mak and Leslie were trying o explain, their parents ran to the kids.

Without thinking, Jay took Sophia in his arms and rushed to carry her back to the picnic, which wasn't too far away. She was silently crying in pain. Hailey followed with a worried face. Stella and Kelly patted his boy on the back and walked close to their friends.

Will quickly checked on his nice, helped by Sylvie. She was full of wounds, mostly on her legs and knees, but also on her hands and elbows. Some scratches on her face.

-"Ok, what happened?"

-"She wanted to skate down a hill...a really steep hill". -Benjamin started sounding very concerned. -"I told her not to do it, but I couldn't stop her! She did it really well to tell the truth, but that only worked for her to want to risk it more and...". He swallowed hard.

-"And what!?" -His father forced him.

-"She did it again, ayes blindfolded...backwards".

-"Jesus Christ, Sophia!" -Will said scoldingly.

-"Are you crazy!?" -Her mother was starting to loose her mind. These stories were recurring for her, but they were escalating in madness.

-"It's my foult. I should have tried harder to stop her. I'm so sorry!".

-"It's not your fault". -Jay said in a calming tone. -"The more you had tried to stop her, the worse she would had made it".

-"I helped her up the hill. I tried to carry her so she wouldn't get more hurt, but she didn't let me. She's a stubborn". -Those last words came out with certain recentment.

-"Stop talking shit about me as if I wasn't listening!" -Sophia screamed in pain. There was no space to think about the swearing jar in that moment.

-"Ok". -Will started. -"For a girl so young to have such stupid ideas, you are very luck. There's no need to go to the hospital, your wounds are not that deep, but it will hurt like hell for days".

-"Stupid dress". -She muttered.

-"I brought the first aid kid". -Violet gave it to the doctor.

-"I need to clean your wounds. This is going to hurt tons, Soph".

Hailey took her daughter's hand, knowing what was coming next.

-"All right, everybody go back to you activities". -Sylvie started. -"This is not going to be pretty, let's give her some space".

-"Let's go, Benjie". -Stella said to his son who didn't want to leave his friend. -"She's going to be fine".

After that, Sophia didn't want to go home, she was too proud to do it. She was silently eating her sausage sitting in between her parents.

-"Thank you for helping her". -Jay broke the silence talking to Benjamin.

-"Yes, thanks". -Hailey continued. -"It was very brave of you".

-"I could have done it" -Sophia shaked her head- "But this stupid dress got tangled".

Kelly and Stella laughed at Sophia's statement. The spirit of that girl had always intrigued them greatly, she really was the daughter of their parents.

-"To be honest, even thought I was scared about it, I was absolutely sure you were going to make it".

-"Next time make sure to use kneepads and a helmet". -Leslie pointed out.

-"There's no way there'll be a next time". -Hailey closed the conversation.

-"Listen to me". Adam said to Mak. -"If you ever do something stupid like that, you won't get out of the house until you turn 21".

It was noon when they got back home. On their way, Sophia was strangely silent. Jay sat on the living room couch to watch TV. Sophia came in slowly, not being able to bend her knees due to the wounds.

-"You need help?"

She sat next to her dad, while he pulled up the coffe table close for her to to bring her legs up and keep them straight.

-"Thanks".

-"My pleassure". He turned the TV off, knowing she had something in mind.

-"You don't need to worry. I will never use a stupid dress ever again".

-"Soph, you would've get hurt anyway...clothes are not the problem, it's your lack of criteria". -Hailey entered and sat on the table, looking at her daughter's knees.

-"No, I mean...it's not about that". -She sighed. -"Everyone was staring at me, as if I looked silly or something, felt like a clown. How could you even let me out like this?".

-"I think that if they stared was because you looked georgeus and nobody had ever see you like that before...not even us". -Jay said honestly.

-"I don't know what I was trying to prove. I just...". -Her eyes got teary.

-"You just what?" -Her mom asked.

-"I just wanted to feel pretty. Everybody sees me as an impulsive and reckless girl...".

-"And they all love you like that, for who you are".

-"Yeah, well...I don't know what I was thinking. Things have happened in school and it was a feeling that grew inside me. It's stupid...".

-"No, it's not". -Hailey reassured her.

-"It felt good at the begining, but when I was there at the picnic I didn't feel like myself. I was really unconfortable". Calmed tears began to roll down her cheeks. -"I don't even know why I'm crying".

Jay and Hailey remained silent looking at her.

-"I just want to look and feel normal as the rest of the girls...I feel small around them".

-"Sophia Anne Halstead". -His father started. -"Look at me: You are the most beautiful girl I've ever known. I'm being objective here".

Sophia grined: "What about mom?".

-"She's the most beutiful woman, you are the most beautiful girl".

They laughed.

-"I mean it. Inside and outside, you are precious. Who cares about the looks, anyway? You are beautiful if you want to look girly, you are beautiful if you don't. And if someone can't notice that, it's because they're blind and they can't see the wonderful piece of little human being that you are".

-"Thanks, dad". He wiped his tears with his hands and hugged her with one arm. Hailey sat on the other side.

-"Don't squeeze to tight". -She said to both of them. -"There are parts of my body that I didn't even know existed in pain right now".

-"Now, if being more "feminine" is what you want.." -Jay said releasing tension. -"...you should start working on that". Her dad pointed to the swearing jar that was over the edge. -"I'm just joking".

-"I owe it like $5 for this afternoon".

-"You owe it like $20, but we can let it go". -Hailey said strocking her hair.

-"What do you want to do now?".

-"Is there any hockey game tonight?" -Sophia asked cleaning her face.

-"We can find a repeated one or we can always watch one of those terrible horror movies you like to watch".

Sophia opened her eyes in surprise.

-"When your parents are detectives, you gotta try harder". -Hailey said standing up: "I'll make popcorn".

The tone of the conversation had changed to a more relaxed one.

-"Not that I approve, but you know who was truly amazed by your looks today? That Benjamin". Jay said playing in annoyance.

-"What are you talking about? He made fun of me, said I looked snobby".

-"He was lying! Tried too hard to hide it" -Her mom yelled from the kitchen.

-"We are detectives, don't you remember?" -Her father teased her.

Thanks for reading. If you liked it, it would help my soul if you give it a like, comment or share. 😌♡

#jay halstead #chicago pd #one chicago #will halstead #chicago med #upstead #upstead x daughter #upstead daughter #jay halstead x daughter #hailey upton x daughter

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lylahammar · 8 months

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TW Fatphobia, self worth issues

Hey so I have a question and it's cool if you don't want to answer because I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but how you find someone who's willing to date you while fat? I've been fat ever since I hit puberty and I've never found someone even willing to give me a chance, much less actually appreciate my body, despite being very extroverted and asking out lots of people I've been attracted to. Most of the time people legitimately looked horrified and weren't exactly nice with their rejections of me, while the nicest were very firm that they'd never give me a chance because of my body. I'm 23 and I know that that's super young in the scheme of things and that worth doesn't come from people being attracted to you, but the persistent rejection on the basis of my appearance has done a real number on me and my self worth at this point, especially knowing that I'm a trans guy and autistic on top of it which doesn't help people liking or appreciating me. I kind of doubt that anyone will tolerate my body, much less actually like it at this point, so I was wondering if you had any advice because I really like your fat positivity stuff and you seem to be in a very happy relationship. Thanks for any advice you might have!!

Hello!! This is a little bit of a tough question since there is never one perfect solution to social situations like this, but I'll try my best 😅

I think that a really good idea for fat people trying to date is to engage with fat positive communities. For example, my girlfriend found me through my TMA comics, and she was attracted to the way that I draw Martin (that is to say, fat as he should be). We later became friends, and then eventually started dating. In fandoms for media that has good fat representation, you're far more likely to find people who are into that.

THAT BEING SAID, I think this is important for a lot of people but especially fat folks: keep things platonic for a while to get to know the person and suss out whether you can trust them before romance comes up. In fact, I would say to not even focus on searching for romantic partners. Just look for like-minded people who you can be friends/feel safe with, and then eventually romantic feelings might develop. Chubby chasers can be totally fine and safe, there's nothing wrong with having a preference for fat bodies! But fetishism is unfortunately a problem for fat people. Don't let yourself be objectified, unless you're into that (which is totally okay, but REALLY do some introspection to decide whether you're actually into that rather than just tolerating it for the sake of staying in a relationship). You are worth more than someone's fetish. Just because it's harder for us to find partners doesn't mean you should settle for someone who doesn't treat you right.

If you want to go for dating apps or anything like that, be honest about your body. I know there's a temptation to only add headshots in your pictures if you're feeling insecure, but you're far more likely to get hurt that way if you end up matching with a fatphobe. Also, again, take it slow! The most important thing (in my opinion, I'm not an expert) is to make sure you can trust the person before jumping into a relationship.

Also, yes, 23 is super young. Try to resist the anxiety that makes you feel like dating is a rat race! There isn't a set age to find your people or settle down, even if society tries its best to push that on us. Focus on yourself first! Make friends, develop healthy habits (without worrying about weight loss, just being healthy at any weight), and get really into your interests. You'll find your people naturally over time, and romance comes with community. I know this is really annoying and generic advice, but it's just the truth :P The people who are attracted to you naturally gravitate to you when you show your authentic self to the world.

#I hope this helps? I've been thinkin about my answer all morning 😅#It's always hard to give advice for this kinda stuff #since no one piece of advice works for every situation #but there's hope don't worry #more people are into fatness than mainstream media would have you believe 😉 trust me #lyla trivia hour #long post #fat positivity

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etherealsign282 · 6 months

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Imagine giving abusers/ex abusers respect on a silver platter for the mere concept that they could've possibly changed, and going easy on them

Only to harshly criticize abuse survivors for "gossiping" and "talking shit" about their abusers because "you're saying words but I'm here to see the ex abuser's actions"

But they are not seeing the abuser's actions, they're only hearing that they may or may not have changed and they've already given them a chance with zero caution and zero doubt which means any red flags are harder to spot (bc your mindset is already trying to focus on pardoning them and being biased)

While demonizing and ostracizing the survivor and not giving them a chance to be heard because "they're just bitter" which means every little flaw and mistake becomes a red flag

And both sides are just saying words (maybe the survivor is backing up the evidence sometimes) but somehow because the abuser is being their usual, egotistical self and passive aggressively doing a smear campaign based on "they don't like me anymore even though I did my best and I've changed" (which shows a very huge lack in self-awareness, emotional intelligence, and empathy), while the abuse survivor is aggressively calling them out, the abuser just seems better to listen to

And I'm tired of the injustice toward abuse survivors. I'm tired that abusers can just say or do whatever and people give them a second chance for pretty much no valid reason, when they're so overly critical of the people who were literally abused (with criticism possibly their whole life)

And people are willing to actually hang out with p3d0s and rxpists and abusers because "they probably changed" but then the people that are hanging out with these p3d0s and rxpists are just so quick to be like "anyways I can't be your friend if you're a shit talker or you're bitter and haven't moved on from trauma yet". Like I'm talking shit but your bestie RXPED SOMEONE.

Like there's clearly some part of you that is not rationalizing things properly and is making you more likely to demonize and attack people for calling a rxpist a rxpist, than demonize the rxpist itself because they can play nice to specifically get on your good side by seeming perfect and never negative (which is a huge sign of manipulation but ok)

But I've found that I just can't save y'all and make y'all see that irrationality, and I shouldn't bother trying.

Because so many people just want me to extend my emotional labor to teaching abusers not to abuse, teaching abuse apologists not to be abuse apologists, and have wanted me to since I was a kid

And the more I rant and rave the more exhausted I get with this idea in mind that I'm ranting to save them and make them understand, and I know it just won't fix anything, not for me and not for y'all

Bc y'all are dead set on letting the abusers play the victim because they know how to play the self-pity game just right to seem more relatable than the angry abuse survivor, and make the angry abuse survivor seem like the big scary mean ones for growing a jagged edge to their moral compass

And y'all have been groomed to empathize more with a bad guy who cries victim than a good guy who is here to *do good* not just to pretend play nice. And I'm over trying to be the therapist that makes you understand how fxked that is.

And no this isn't me saying I'll just move on and be positive and be a good happy lil camper that just loves and tolerates everyone and never vents anymore.

This is me saying that the mental burden of your fxcked up, victim blamey perspective is not my responsibility to fix and I'm not going to rant with the idea that I CAN fix y'all.

Imma rant about how much I can't fucking stand y'all who weaponize ignorance and incompetence, and how much I want y'all to suffer and be as miserable as the rxpists that you ride for their approval, since y'all clearly are going to be on their side either way (until they fxk you over themselves).

And how much I know you're already at that level of misery if you genuinely can't shut the fuck up about abuse survivors for two seconds bc of your insecurity and fears making you project onto them all these things you're scared of being, and how delicious it tastes to me, and how much I crave to see more

Until you're in your 50's saying contradictory shit every two seconds and starting a fight every week like a toxic boomer because you no longer know who you are, what you stand for, and what is based on your authenticity vs your performativity, you just know you want to yell and scream away your insecurities.

And if you don't like it? Cope and seethe.

(bc I might rant a lot but at least I'm ranting for justice and I'm ranting bc y'all are actually being dicks and trying to ruin my mood for no reason- ranting about how survivors are bad bc they wont repress the things that happened to them like you do is very clearly a "I'm miserable and bitter and just won't admit it so I'll project it onto everyone else" thing. The problem is I don't attack good people, and y'all will attack anything that seems even mildly threatening to your insecurities).

#toxic positivity #abuser apologist #victim blaming #victim complex #trauma #emotional abuse #toxic #mental abuse #abuse survivor #but yall the same people that uses narcissist as a buzzword for YOUR exes #but people cant say “hey i was abused by x person” without being toxic #fake supporter #hypocricy #weaponized incompetence #ignorance #performativity #oh but you understand exactly how invalid the “i tried my best and ive changed” argument is when its someone who hurt YOU

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Hello! I like your HB takes and art. They are really good.

To me, I just get mad at Stolitz for Stolas because of how he sexually coerces Blitzø. I mean I don’t condone Blitzø using him to get the book at first, but the fact from the rest of that point onwards that he has to do once a month sex in order to keep using it even though Stolas could have just taken the book back. I just have difficult time viewing their relationship as anything involving love given with how season one started. With how he demeans Blitzø.

If they wanted him to find happiness away from his wife and to heal, then I don’t mind that. It’s just that they don’t write it that way sometimes and it shows. I can’t tell if they want him to be happy or if they want to make him exploring how abused people can become abusive or toxic too, which can happen, but from fandoms I’ve been in most fans don’t like that because it negatively portrays abuse victims. That many prefer them to have happy endings. Even if this is an adult oriented show, I doubt most are interested in watching toxic characters not help themselves. If that’s the case, can’t he at least acknowledge what he did to Blitzø and figure himself out first? Can he finally sit down and calmly explain to his daughter that he was never really happy with Stella? Because anything is better than these two family members having to go through the same arc several times. It’s exhausting.

I hope you didn’t mind me asking. Have a good day/evening.

Alrighty, first off, I don't mind at all! Thank you!! I try my best!

And yes, while Blitzo is an ass for the things he pulls, even I'll admit that you can't really help but feel for the guy sometimes. One of the main reasons why some folks mainly feel for Blitzo and not Stolas is mainly because... well, pretty much all that I pointed out in my rant post about Stolas. Stolas had been taking advantage of him quite a lot, more so than Blitzo, and its a bit more complicated in his situation. Stolas knows Blitzo can't do anything without the book and he also knows that Blitzo doesn't even like him, so he uses that to his advantage. Since he liked that one-night stand with Blitzo so much, he agreed that he'll let Blitzo have the book in exchange for sex. Blitzo knows that the grimoire is the only access to the living world (as far as he is concerned anyway I guess. If he knows that a grimoire can pull that off, how does he NOT know that Asmodean crystals exist? The story would've changed entirely if he did. No need for a book and no need for sex each month. Done deal... or no deal.) and since he feels his business can't go on without the book and Stolas could take it back and secure any time he pleases, he decided to just roll with it and agree to this deal. So now Stolas pretty much got what he wanted; he made Blitzo do something he doesn't wanna do, making his job much harder for him. Not only is it hard for Blitzo, its hard for Stolas too since he's not even allowed to lend Blitzo the book. But who cares?! He gets laid and he finds it pleasurable. Is it really that worth it man.

Also, while we're on the topic of love, there's something I'm confused about. On Stolas's part, this deal was much easier to make, because he knew Blitzo didn't like him and didn't want to get involved with him romantically, let alone sexually. I mean, he must have given the obvious signs of disgust Blitzo displayed. Yet, several episodes later, the show makes it seem like Stolas was under the assumption Blitzo had always returned his feelings??? Not to mention one of the lyrics in his songs said "Was what we had all a lie?", which definitely implies as much. How is Stolas gonna act like Blitzo loved him all along??? Why else would he make a deal like this?? The only way he would is if he knew Blitzo doesn't like him, cuz he's making him do something he doesn't wanna do with him. It doesn't make any sense. If Stolas was under the impression that Blitzo loved him all along, he wouldn't have made that deal? So, which is it, Viv???

Yeah, with a show like this, most fans don't care for the build-up or the story. As long as Stolitz becomes a thing, that's the only happy ending that matters. Stolas could actually have a chance to take responsibility for his actions and acknowledge the sh*t he pulls, but screw that! Ms. Vivziepop is gonna continue to have us take pity and baby him as always, letting him continue to be a less-than-potential horny bag of feathers. Cuz she just loves to favor some of her characters over anyone else. And while that's not a problem, you can't just ignore other characters and you can't have your favorite character be toxic while acting like the victim who did nothing wrong! Like, to this day, Viv STILL won't even have Stolas acknowledge he's a selfish idiot and that he took advantage of Blitzo while seeing him as a walking dildo.

About Octavia, I do get what you're saying. I don't know why Stolas didn't just say what he said. I get that it's not easy for a parent to tell their child they never loved the other or they just stopped loving each other, but bro, Octavia is 17. She should be grown enough to understand something

"Via, you're mother and I weren't.... She hasn't been... I haven't been... I-... I don't know. I don't have the words."

Just say you and Stella were arranged to get married and didn't really love each other like that!!! Come one, man!! I honestly don't believe she needs to be explained anything anyway. How could she NOT know her parents didn't love each other! They always fight in front of her! She should've gotten the idea! We didn't even see her feel all the bad about the divorce!! Are you kidding me!!???

#helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #helluva boss critical #anti helluva boss #vivziepop #critique

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Jason & 💙🩶🤍🌻🌴

💙 What's a popular headcanon for them that you adore? Sub Jason. I'm sorry, I genuinely can't see him as anything else. I can get behind Sub Top Jason but that's as far as I can will myself to go. That boy is 9 times out of 10 a pillow princess.

🩶 What fandom universe would they just perish in? The first one that came to mind was The Last of Us, for obvious reasons. He'd think they were demons and he hadn't been sent to Heaven on judgement day and just take it lying down 😭 /lh /aff

🤍 Do they need therapy? Is that even a question? Yes. Expediently.

🌻 What song(s) do you associate with them? My main pick takes some explaining to most people, though you personally probably know the explanation already. False Confidence by Noah Kahan. This has been my go-to religious trauma healing song since 2019. This song perfectly captures my journey with deconstructing, the doubts I had towards the end and how I kept trying to convince myself that believing harder would cast that doubt away. 'Look at you all dressed up for someone you never see' feels so heavy for me because I would be at my old church every Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday just hoping for a sign that I wasn't doomed, only to never get a single one. 'Look at me all fucked up over someone I'll never meet' was my recurring thoughts when I realized I was queer, and how I knew this higher power I had put so much of my mental strength and willpower into believing would never love or accept me because I was just too 'broken' for him. I heavily project my history with religion onto Jason, because I see so much of myself in him. I can imagine him making the realization that he's queer in some capacity and it absolutely decimating the carefully-built safeguards he placed for himself so he always stayed 'pure'. I can imagine him being 10 years old at a religious summer camp in the middle of the woods being asked if he thinks he's going to Heaven and him being the only one in his group to say no. I can imagine him volunteering for every little event in the church because he thinks church is the only thing that gives his life any meaning. I can imagine him crying his eyes out at vacation bible school because he fumbled the words of a verse he swore he had memorized. All of the horrible things I experienced fit so well into his character that it's hard to separate my own experiences from my headcanons of him. I would love to write a fic for him at some point set to this song. I think it would heal me a little more.

🌴 What's their family like? Did they come from a good home? There's no way he came from a good home. I will say I go a few different ways for his family in general depending on the plot and everything, but my main headcanons are definitely the most projection-heavy, so a lot of it takes a lot of explaining. Jason's parents met when his mother was young, mistakes were made, and he was conceived. His mother being young meant that she wasn't ready to be a mother in any capacity, so she also made a lot of mistakes, met a lot of men that didn't treat her right, all of that jazz. But it never meant that Jason's mom was necessarily bad at being one, even if his father's feelings on the matter would suggest otherwise. Jason's paternal side of the family put the full blame of his conception on her, saying she ruined their son's life and didn't deserve the title of mother. It eventually culminated in Jason's father fighting for full custody without visitation rights, coaching Jason to lie in court about his mother to tip the scales in their favor. Then, once they got what they wanted, Jason was cut off from all contact with his mom. He was put into church at an early age and eventually got baptized when he was 11. His father puts up the appearance of being a stand-up man and a great single dad, but behind closed doors, his attitude towards his son is hot and cold. He goes from making Jason feel like they're best friends to making him feel like he's enemy #1 to a man who's simply 'trying his best.' Jason would struggle in school and the conversation would never be about helping Jason on his level, it would be about how much of a disappointment he is to those around him and how he's capable of doing better, just doesn't want to. I go back and forth on physical abuse being present in the Carver home, but I often lean on the fact that it's a not-zero statistic. Maybe not often, or even infrequently, but it's definitely happened.

-> In response to Long-ish Blorbo Ask Game !

#♡ · 𝘆𝗼𝘂❜𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗹 #from my love #tw religious trauma #tw abuse mention

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halowritesthings · 2 months

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i love learning about things a week late through youtube recommendations from random channels i've never seen before

(bad grammar and typos cause i'm shooting my shot as fast as possible so I can get back to Important Adult Stuff(TM))

i suppose i can't really gripe because i'm still largely logged out and wouldn't have heard otherwise so maybe I should take it for what it is

i know i'm a random person who writes as a hobby so I don't necessarily "owe" anything to people online, but y'all have been so sweet to me and I feel it would be unfair to keep dropping off the face of the planet like I have been, plus, I have been stewing over quite a bit of my thoughts these past few months and making a large "get all my thoughts out in a word vomit" post is a good way to A.) sort out my shit and B.) to procrastinate homework

college is BEATING MY ASS and i'm not even at the harder junior/senior year type stuff so even if my writer's block wasn't the worst it's ever been I highly doubt I would be writing anything anyway. i cannot say for certain when I'll be able to get back (it seems the universe is tailored specifically to punch me in the face whenever I have the slightest inclination to do so) but i will say it is always on my mind. i don't ever want to give up writing fully because of how many good things it's brought me but i want to be mature and say that it has taken a backseat in my life.

i still don't regret the things I've created and i will always be thankful for the experiences I've had + the friends I've made (even if we haven't talked in a while :') sorry guys) BUT this situation has just become the nail in the coffin for me in terms of what i want to do with my ds/mp and other adjacent fics. i can't say for certain what I'll go through and orphan/keep or just outright delete (WIPS/unfinished series will probably get deleted is what I've decided so far) so this is a BIG WARNING sign right here and now: if there are any ds/mp fics of mine you are fond of, please go and save them now. even if you think the one you really love is "safe" it's better to be cautious and have it yourself than hope for the best outcome.

now's a good time to mention that i have been feeling similar feelings toward my fl0wer husb4nds fics (gonna come out and be honest: i don't particularly care for sc0tt anymore, sorry) so if you like those you should also search them out. i think a hard majority if not all of them will be orphaned, so they'll still be up, but it never hurts to be able to read something while offline anyway

however, due to the aforementioned Important Adult Stuff(TM), i won't be able to get to the whole Properly deleting/orphaning process for a hot minute. that does not mean you should put off saving my fics because my brain could decide one night that i HAVE to do it IMMEDIATELY, but i can promise that it's not happening tonight (might hold off for at least a week just to give people time to see this post).

TSALP, my pride and joy, is perfectly safe and fine. when i think about whenever ill be able to write again, this series is the First thing to pop up in my mind. i have so many things i want to do with that series (and h3rmitcr4ft as a whole) that make me smile despite all that has happened surrounding mc/yt. someone will need to threaten me with death to make me even consider giving that up. hell, even taking a step back, i can say that i will never fully let go of mc/yt. i straight-up have tickets to go see tommy's america show later this month (send my dad well wishes as he's the one taking me LMAO) .

remember to drink water, take breaks, tell your friends you love them etc. I'm terrible at giving advice since I'm a bonafide mess of a person, but i will say that the best thing you can do for each other is support one another. i've always been a bigger fan of giving support to those who are hurt than trying to go and cause more pain to the people that you can argue "deserve" it. the people you care about are going to be with you much longer than the assholes, so be sure to put more energy into focusing on them than the ones that don't even deserve your scorn.

#halo be talkin #dont plan to tag this with any warnings unfortunately but i hope i left it vague enough to not be upsetting but specific enough #to know what im talking about

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attorneys-against-court-violence · 9 months

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Pardon me while I expell some Dual Destinies thoughts. Not kind ones this time but that's okay. Gotta fill the old complaint box every once in a while! If I wanted to insult something I'd make that crystal-clear, but that's not the intention. Hope that comes across here.

So... Bobby Fulbright. Fool Bright. Robert Maximum Luminosity. Booby Fulltits, if you will.

Here you have the potential development of a detective devoted to justice but learning that his methods could stand to be more humane. His actions are reasonable but have lead to more harm than good to his prosecutor. Justice isn't just about making people fall in-line or mindlessly following what is seen as right and failing to realise that has lead to the potential doom of his newfound friends. We would realise that - under trying times and having the right buttons pushed - a paragon of good can be truly monstrous. The paragon himself will be forced to either change their ways for the better, or go down as the villain he has become. Because he's not a super-hero. He's as human as the rest of us...

...or that goodness could be a facade. A front to hide the fact that the detective never cared if he was "good", traditionally speaking - only that he could justify his actions under hollow rhetorics and super-hero theatrics. That he feels completely in the right because his position allows him to enforce what is right and wrong unto others. He has no emotional attachment to doing "good" by others, so why should he care? Maybe it's not even a facade. Maybe he genuinely believes he's good by his own standards. A living lesson that you shouldn't trust someone purely off the image they wish to project of themselves, and rather by their verifiable action. Faith without doubt is blind, and can lead you to trust those without your best interests in mind...

...or we can have ghosts. You guys like ghosts right? Yeah, everyone loves things that can't be proven! Especially me. Love it!

If you hadn't guessed I've had Phanty on the brain for a while now. And I think the ideas that he presents regarding Bobby Fulbright - who he could have been as a person and how he could change or change the people around him, the false persona of a righteous champion of justice - hit me a lot harder than the spectre himself ever did. Why was I so invested in Bobby being a bastard, but completely deflated when the phantom revealed he was nothing at all? This why. Actively telling the audience that the main villain of your story is as deep as a dry puddle after getting me invested in all those ideas took me all the way out.

I'll concede those ideas are still present. Bobby could have been as good or terrible as the phantom portrayed. But that's besides the point for me. For me, it came off as an excuse for a villain to be and do anything. He's the phantom! He can be whatever the writers want him to be because he literally has no personality! We even actively detached him from the last personality we gave him by saying he isn't even that person! In fact, that person was dead the whole time! They can both be whatever you want! The things Phanty brings to the table - the false persona giving way to a man with no emotional attachments, running away from himself because confronting his true self would mean death from within and without - are interesting ideas, but by then it's too late for me to really sink my teeth into them before he's gone.

The phantom COULD have been a bastard who genuinely thought he was doing the right thing. He COULD have been using a cheesey comic book-level persona as a projection of his thoroughly twisted ideas of what's right. It COULD have been that he slipped into the role so easily because it's not too far from where he started; someone who wanted to do the right thing by his home country, but made to repress who he really is in order to do terrible things, eventually internalising that has the righteous path. "Whatever I say is just, is just!" But I don't get the impression that that's what Dual Destinies - as written - was going for. They wanted a twist villain and did so by any means necessary without considering the implications or potential such a twist could have. Bobby exists because we need a dopey, likeable character to backstab us at the end. The phantom is a non-entity because it gives the writers a blank cheque to do anything and have it make sense without needing to give it any more thought.

There's a bit of advice in theatre that you shouldn't play a character as bored because you'd just be boring to watch. Similarly, I don't think you should write a character to be a hollow husk from the outset. People are just going to see it for what it is; a husk. The phantom's actions can contradict that all they want, the audience has already decided you want him to be seen like that. No take-backs on that decision. This one's on you, chief.

...or maybe I'm too invested in a villain from a series that, with occassional exception, does not have the most deep and fascinating final bosses in terms of writing. The person matters a lot less than the impact they leave, the concepts that they embody. It's just particularly insulting that a potentially interesting character is thrown to the wayside in favour of an easy out.

I can rattle off the first few paragraphs and even the a couple paragraphs earlier all I want but damn if Dual Destinies actually goes anywhere with it. Ya know?

#emotional noise #in robert we trust!#moon's haunted #whoops i accidentally'd a long post about something #anyways these two are off the shelf now feel free to interrogate me on my thoughts #dual destinies spoilers #i forgot the spoiler tag at first please forgive me-

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