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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 2 months

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Hello there! 👋🏽 If you don’t mind, I was wondering if I could make a request with Tech? With maybe a bookworm reader if that’s okay? I feel like it would be a cute dynamic! Thank you and have a good day! 🙏🙌

Bookworm

Tech x Reader

Summary- You and Tech have a moment alone on The Marauder. What better way to spend it than reading! Accompanied by Tech on his datapad, of course.

A/N- It's totally okay!!! I figured the best format for this kind of request was bullet point- but I am not very good at those. So, i compromised with this! Hope you enjoy, thanks for requesting!

Word Count- 990

Hunter, Omega, Wrecker, and Echo had all left the ship to go look for some dinner. A job you all completed recently left you with some spending money. You figured everyone deserved a real meal for once.

It left you and Tech alone in The Marauder. You could have easily went to hang out at Cid's bar, but you couldn't stand to be around her. You hated the way she poked fun at Tech's goggles.

Only you were allowed to call him 'goggles.'

The thought only temporarily distracted you from your book. You quickly resumed reading, only to realize you had to restart the whole page. This time actually process what you're reading! You thought to yourself.

Grumbling, you squeezed your eyes shut and straightened up in your seat. You happened to take a spot in the co-pilots chair. Tech always sat in the pilots.

"Something the matter?" Tech asks, not looking up from his datapad.

It was sweet, that he noticed your small movements. "Just trying to focus, I lost my place." You finally found a comfortable position, situating your book back in your hands.

"It can help to fidget with one hand, to increase your chances of focus." He informed, per usual.

You smiled up at him, he glanced up from the pad when he felt your gaze on him. He flashed a very brief smile- more of a grin, it was all you needed though.

You listened to him rant about his findings on 'focus' for a few minutes, knowing anyone else would have shut him up by now. Him talking never bored you or made you uncomfortable, despite many others complaining.

"Thank you, Tech." You simply said, returning to your book. He seemed pleased enough and went back to tinkering on his datapad.

A newfound silence came over, you read your book in peace. The story of the thieves with powers fighting the government amused you. What amused you more was the fact you had personally been on more dangerous missions, yet the book still captured you.

It was nice to imagine yourself in their place, even when you wouldn't change what you have for the word.

You'd go on a million death defying missions if it meant you were with Tech.

While you typically could put down over 50 pages in an hour, Tech interrupted you again. Not with any other intentions than to please you.

"Yes?" You responded after he called your name.

He reached in a compartment to the left of the console. A place Tech used to store his latest experiments.

He pulled out a neatly wrapped gift. It had swirls of color on the paper that wrapped it. He said nothing, just handed the rectangular item to you.

"For me?"

"That would be correct."

You tried to fight the corners of your mouth rising, but it was no use. Tech watched you violently, showing little expression.

You gently took the paper off, not wanting to make a mess of his careful work.

You slowly revealed it to be a new book, the fourth book in the series to the one you were just reading.

"Tech, I- I thought it was a limited edition! There was only a hundred made across the galaxy!" You looked in his deep brown eyes.

"Yes, it is." He confirmed.

"H-how did you get it!" You were baffled, the thought he put into your gift- and for no special occasion.

"It was not difficult. I was able to track all the shipping numbers to their respective planets, and when we had a mission on one- I located the book through its buyers." He said, nonchalantly. Like he didn't easily buy one of the most rare books you knew of.

"Why? Did I miss an anniversary?" You were slightly confused on why he gave you the gift. You hoped you weren't supposed to also have a gift prepared.

"Uh, no. You mentioned exactly 129 rotations ago that you wanted the book. I saw no problem in getting it." He remembered...

You were moved to small tears, now flowing down your cheeks.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes, Tech. Of course I am." You rose to your feet, throwing yourself on him in a big hug. He hugged you back. While he didn't completely understand your acclimation to physical affection- he didn't mind you doing as you pleased to him.

He gently patted your back, and you pulled away. "Thank you, i'm going to have to finish this book quickly now. I can't wait to read it..."

"You are welcome." He responded, you let him be and lifted yourself off of him. He grabbed his datapad and clicked away.

What you didn't know was that sometimes Tech would watch you read. In times like these, when you found yourself sitting or laying next to each other. You reading, him on his datapad.

He would study your face, taking in every expression. He would think about what you were reading- was it sad, happy, thrilling? Feelings were a trivial matter to him, but he was always thinking of ways to make you happy.

He loved it when you read, sometimes out loud to him. It was soothing to hear your voice when he worked on a project or was fixing a part on The Marauder.

The way you tapped your foot, or bounced your leg when you got to a complex part in a book. Or, when you were both laying down together and accidentally hit Tech in shock at a twist in the story. He loved every bit of it.

You turned back to your original book, now more determined than ever to finish it.

You did, however, catch Tech staring this time. You met his gaze, a wide smirk on your face. You couldn't help but giggle briefly. He gave you an odd look, but went back to his datapad. Just as you went back to your book.

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! Requests are about to be open, just one more to fulfill! As always, I am open to constructive criticism.

Tags- (LMK if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

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bimbobaggins69 · 4 months

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬.

𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a new life in a seemingly nice town sounds appealing, doesn’t it? But what happens when that nice town has a dark past; and some things you think are real, are just a figment of your imagination…or are they?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: modern setting, small mention of dying, angst, cliffhanger.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this whole idea came about from the books ‘scary stories to tell in the dark’ (which were my fav as a kid), it’s so different from my usual stuff so i hope you enjoy the little switch up (: thank you to my lovely betas @xxhellfirebunnyxx & @stveharringtn <3 totally set this up for a part two with possible smut, maybe? in the wise words of Dolly: ‘give us your ghost cock, Edward!’

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k

The red and green leaves crunch under the soles of your mary janes as you walk through forest hills trailer park, your new place of residence. You send a quick message to the group chat that you have with your cousins, who you're on your way to meet at a new bar in town. A slight chill runs through your body when you make it to the rickety bench bus stop that sits desolated in front of the trailer park entrance.

You had moved to Hawkins a couple months ago on a whim, to be near your cousins who you’ve had a close relationship with since you were a toddler, despite only seeing them once a year or on the occasional social media posts. You had moved with only a year of savings and nothing else to your name. Luckily your aunt had a realtor friend who helped you buy a trailer, which was about the only thing with a cheap enough down payment for you to afford. You found a job at Hawkins middle school as a teacher's aide to Hailey Sinclare who you've become good friends with in the short time span.

The breeze picks up, kicking you out of your reverie and making you wiggle uncomfortably as the old wood digs into your black nylon tights, you lift each thigh to look for any snags in the fabric but before you can fully asses them, you hear footsteps and the loud crunch of leaves moving closer towards you– a gasp leaves your lips as you whip your head around looking for other signs of life. The sun is setting on the horizon and the only thing that surrounds you are the leafless scads of trees from the eerie woods.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya.” The voice of a young man utters from behind you, seemingly coming out of nowhere.

“Oh, um its- its fine.” You murmur as he comes into view, you haven't seen him around but that's not saying much considering you've only moved here two months ago.

His long shoulder length waves sway with the breeze, and his big brown eyes seem to bore into your soul, making you swallow harshly before your head lowers. You begin staring at your black shoes, checking them over for scuffs, as if that was something you actually cared about.

“So where are you headed, lookin’ so pretty?” He asks with a half smirk, all the while placing his jean jacket that is embellished with an array of patches and buttons over the bench. Most of the bands were ones your dad listened to so in turn you grew to love. You were surprised to not find one single patch or button of a more modern band, but figured he must love the old stuff, that’s respectable.

“I’m meeting my cousins at some bar in town.” You say with a gesture of your hand in the wrong direction, not yet accustomed to where town is or where the leaving hawkins sign sits, which happens to be in opposite directions.

He smirks as if he realizes you don't belong here, and a feeling of embarrassment heats your soft cheeks.

“Sounds fun.” Is all he says as he kicks at some rocks and leaves with his dirty reeboks.

“Where are you headed?” You ask, feeling a pull to keep the conversations going with this stranger.

“Oh ya know? Wherever.” Is all he divulges with a shrug of his shoulders, you nod in faux understanding, even if a million questions begin to rack your brain. Maybe he wants to appear mysterious, he wouldn't be the first guy to try that out on you.

He pulls a cigarette from behind his ear and fishes a lighter out of his pocket, lighting the tobacco stick before offering it to you. You decline, a part of you is surprised he doesn't vape like the majority of today’s youth. The smell brings a sense of nostalgia to you, remembering the times you’d climb into your grandpa's lap when you were a kid while he smoked his cigarettes and drank his coffee.

“What's your name?” He asks as his eyes continue to graze over you.

You tell him, but find yourself unable to meet his eyes. Something about his big chocolate orbs make goosebumps travel along your already chilled skin.

“And yours?” You question with a tremulous edge.

“Eddie.” He answers before flicking the half smoked cigarette into the overgrown grass, beneath your feet.

“You live here, Eddie?” You ask curiously.

“Sure do, lot 15, been here almost all my life.” He hums, before a vibration in your back pocket startles you out of your stupor.

You quickly pull it out, smiling at the text message your cousin Bella sent you.

“Whoa…what is that?” The boy you now know as Eddie, says with an astonished lilt.

“What’s what?” You shriek as if he was gonna point out some type of bug species that had somehow found its way into your hair or on your body.

“That thing in your hands.” He says pointedly.

“Oh, uh this is my phone?” You can't help the questioning tone that slips past your lips.

“Phone? Like you can call people on that?” He still sounds astonished as if he's never seen an iphone before, which living in this century is close to impossible; unless he was amish but from the look of him, you found that highly unlikely.

Before you could answer his unusual question, the loud brakes of a bus pulls up alongside the bench. Eddie quickly stands, throwing you one more questioning look before he begins walking towards the open doors.

“Well, see ya around sweetheart.” He announces, before throwing you a wink and stepping up onto the platform of the bus that was headed in the opposite direction in which you needed to go.

“See ya.” You murmur back with a smile.

The wind picks up as the bus begins to drive off, leaving you to cross your arms over your exposed chest. Something out of your peripheral captures your attention, and you quickly realize Eddie had left his vest thrown over the bench. You yank it off and stand up, ready to run towards the bus to retrieve it. But the bus’s tail lights can now barely be made out in the fog, too far for you to catch up with on foot. You huff and throw the vest over your frame, the added layer brings a desired warmth to your body. You sit back down, the bench squeaks underneath you as the sun begins settling deeper over Hawkins, bringing with it an unsettling feeling to your gut.

The bus pulled up ten minutes after Eddie had left. You made it to the bar to meet your cousins an hour late but had a great time with them nonetheless. Drinks and shots were passed around, you had danced your ass off having the time of your life, something that hasn't happened in what feels like forever.

Being closer to the city, you were able to take an uber back home all the while Eddie’s vest continued to adorn your figure. His brown eyes, ringed fingers and boyish smile stayed in the back of your mind the entire night, and a part of you couldn’t wait to return it to him.

You wake up the next morning on a mission, drinking your cup of joe and eating your avocado toast, before you shower and slip on a pretty flowy dress with your platform doc martens, hair styled and light makeup applied.

You realize as you walk the trailer park with his vest in hand, that he lives on the other side of you. Lot 15 comes into view and you see an old red truck that looks like it hasn’t been driven in years, parked next to a new silver prius. The steps are falling apart and the couch sitting on the porch sags, with stains and cigarette burns.

You knock on the dingy front door, before you bring your slumped shoulders up while pushing your chest out in an attempt to look more confident, even as your heart thumps behind your rib cage.

A middle aged woman answers the door with a small smile—

“Hello, can I help you with something?” She asks sweetly.

The beep of a machine captures your attention and you find yourself looking past the ladies shoulder into the living room, where an older man is lying in a hospital bed, sitting in front of an old television set that's playing cowboy westerns.

“Yeah, um Is Eddie here?” You ask timidly.

“I’m sorry, who?” The woman's eyes are wide as she looks you over, eyes almost as big as saucers when she notices the vest in your arms.

“Eddie; long hair, brown eyes, rings on his fingers, owns this vest.” You say as you lift the gramnet closer towards her, revealing the big dio patch that’s sewn on in the back,

“I’m sorry, is this some kind of joke?” She says with a bewildered expression.

“A joke? Why would this be a joke? Is Eddie here or not?” You slightly snap as your patience begins to wear thin.

“Sweetheart, Eddie Munson died in an earthquake thirty seven years ago.”

#— 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine

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whyse7vn · 3 months

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KIM NAMJOON

RANDOM 01:

!gc namjoon who has never experienced peace since joining the group

!gc namjoon who feels like being in the group has aged him 50 years

!gc namjoon who despite this would rather drop dead than have not met all of you

!gc namjoon who knows every single member like that back of his hand

!gc namjoon who often worries his members find him boring

!gc namjoon who forced everyone to download life 360 while on tour because you all wouldn’t stop getting lost and it was stressing him out

!gc namjoon who has a fun fact about everything like fr everything its kinda crazy

!gc namjoon who still to this day checks the life 360 app (that thank god none of you have deleted) every morning afternoon and night to make sure everyone is safe

!gc namjoon who has now reconsidered his position on having kids if parenthood is anything like looking after his members you can count him out actually!

!gc namjoon who on one random night in 2017 went to an equally random art gallery on his own “impulsively” and definitely NOT because you briefly mentioned you needed “artsy guy” in your life

!gc namjoon who after the “impulsive” art gallery trip which he actually did enjoy way more than he expected to seemed to have a complete personality shift finding interest and beauty in the smaller and simpler things in life

!gc namjoon who won’t admit this out loud but one of the reasons he hasn’t learnt how to drive yet is because he enjoys the fact that you drive him everywhere, you’ve even given him the silly little nickname of “number one passenger princess” that makes him feel all giddy inside

!gc namjoon who always puts his members first

!gc namjoon who wouldn’t of minded having you as his roommate but when 21 year old jungkook came to him all puppy eyed and nervous asking namjoon if you would like the idea of living with him all joon could do was smile “that’s a great idea kook! i’m sure she’d love it”

!gc namjoon the most patient man you know

!gc namjoon who buys you flowers for every single major holiday without a fail

!gc namjoon who once set you and jungkook’s kitchen on fire

!gc namjoon who has almost asked you to be his girlfriend a total of 5 times so far

!gc namjoon a true gentleman and romantic at heart

!gc namjoon who gets so upset when you refer to him as RM whether it’s a joke or work related it’s joon to you always and forever

!gc namjoon who for every piece of artwork in his home from paintings to poem books can relate said artwork to one of his members, he finds comfort in collecting pieces that remind him of his favourite people

!gc namjoon who genuinely freaks out if the group chat isn’t active at least once everyday

!gc namjoon who went through a really intense gym phase and would genuinely force all his members to wake up at 6 am and go on runs with him. however the whole group run thing only ended up lasting around 3 days turns out yoongi is really not a morning person and jimin surprisingly was (at the time) and that does not mix well !! long story short yoongi punched the shit out of jimin while tae recorded, you and jin laughed, hoseok was on the brink of passing out, jungkook was crying… for some reason? and namjoon was stressed safe to say group runs or work outs never happened again after that and namjoons intense gym bro lifestyle slowly mellowed itself out

!gc namjoon the groups designated decision maker no matter how small all large the issue what joon decides is right and final an unspoken agreement between the members

!gc namjoon who often wonders how you all put so much trust in his words and decisions honestly it scares him a little a LOT

!gc namjoon who hates boba

!gc namjoon who allows you to meal prep for him, he thanks the lord you do this for him actually saving him from having to cook for himself most days

!gc namjoon who is really good a board games

!gc namjoon who talks in his sleep

!gc namjoon who is quite a traditional man

!gc namjoon who doesn’t believe in hookup culture, flings and friend’s with benefits

!gc namjoon who prefers cute dates, long walks and sharing interests

yet !gc namjoon who lets you lead him into an empty room away from the obnoxiously loud party thrown for jungkooks 24th(?) birthday

!gc namjoon who from then on lets you steal kisses from him

moments with him

!gc namjoon who doesn’t believe in “casual”

!gc namjoon who can’t do “casual”

!gc namjoon who is aware of his feelings and of everyone’s feelings

!gc namjoon who knows his members like the back of his hand

he knows their realising their own feelings

each others too

he knows jaehyun was a wake up call not just to him but to everyone

!gc namjoon who knows he’s running out of time

!gc namjoon who wishes he was selfish

wishes he was an asshole

a self serving piece of shit

who wishes he could just shout from the rooftops how utterly obsessed and fuck he’ll admit it at this point in love with you he is

he wishes that he could love you without hurting others

!gc namjoon who has become a casual in your life

a casual kiss

a casual fuck

a casual dinner

casual moments

!gc namjoon who has become accustomed to being your romantic casual because despite initially not believing in the concept namjoon is more than willing to throw away all his morals and beliefs if it means he gets to have you hold him for a night, kiss him for a night, be with him for a night

namjoon is willing to do pretty much anything and everything to be a part of your life, a temporary go to, name it and he’ll fill that role no questions asked

kim namjoon is willing to be

your casual.

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lavndrmy · 11 months

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Astro Moon Observations (Based On My Opinion) 🪐✨

Side note: don’t take this seriously only take whats resonates some are inaccurate. Enjoy ❤️‍🔥

Aries Moon🎀: now as a libra moon we really get along well as an opposite sign I can literally talk about anything with them these people are fierce and don’t have any trouble saying anything they say how it is they can also have trouble with anger maybe anger issues some of them are actually chill people overall 7/10

Taurus Moon🎀: these people can be possessive of their partner they are actually private about their love life now the love for food are real okay they love food some of these people actually have a habit of overindulge in food and what is it with people with these placement they always loves them virgo suns maybe because they give them a sense of comfort? idk overall 8/10

Gemini moon🎀: I can literally hear them talk all day they always have something to talk about it is never boring with them they are witty and intellectual people they are the type of people who can hold a conversation and they are never a dry texter and they can be smart too overall 6/10

Cancer Moon🎀: some of the most emotional people I’ve known these people are always in their feelings it can be overwhelming to me its okay to feel how you feel but feeling too much can lead to overreacting sometimes its not that serious but they are a caring people too these placement always know when I’m feeling down they are the ones to comfort me first overall 7/10

Leo Moon🎀: I don’t really know people with these placement but I do tend to get along with them as a libra moon these people are actually the life of the party they are good with making situation fun the type to make your day a little brighter and never dull some of them are actually short tempered too overall 6/10

Virgo moon🎀: the funniest people I’ve known they are actually funny people I love how they joke and can take a joke at the same time but some people with this placement can be judgmental too compare to virgo suns they are serious people they don’t really show emotion sometimes overall 7/10

Libra moon🎀: Hello fellow libra moon I know y’all love some romance I know y’all love to be swept of your feet the type to watch romantic movies and books these people are actually all about peace and fairness the type of people who can see both sides from argument they have been in not many people with these placement have many friends though some likes to be alone on their own as for me overall 9/10

Scorpio moon🎀: no seriously what is it about them eyes they are always dark and mysterious as the person they are these people are actually private about everything too as well as their emotions but once they do feel its so intense and overwhelming as a moon-pluto person I can understand how they feel and they do understand me too you can express your emotions to them without getting judged 10/10

Sagittarius Moon🎀: the fun friend that we all go to now these people can have many friends because of how outgoing and fun they are they don’t have problem making friend with just about anyone they can be so sarcastic too sometimes too sarcastic they can actually hurt my feeling but I know they don’t mean it and funny the type you can look forward to whenever you need a little partner in crime overall 6/10

Capricorn Moon🎀: these placement actually scares me tbh they are so serious with everything and they emotions like relax its not that serious they are a hardworking people they ain’t got no time for feelings its funny to me but when they do feel their emotions its actually fascinating because they never do nevertheless they are actually my favorite people despite all that I’m always curious or attracted to one overall 9/10

Aquarius moon🎀: congratulations the smartest moon placement goes to you because lets get real here they are actually smart they probably good at maths too the type to come up with theories and conspiracy I love them for this though my little smarty pants they probably be that friend that tells you about aliens they once saw hehe jk jk overall 10/10

Pisces Moon🎀: these people are actually kinda similar to cancer moon but these people feel they emotion in a sensitive way sometimes too overwhelming too like they are the type of people who get hurt by the smallest things and I can understand that but sometimes they can be too much and I don’t like but I love how they are intuitive with feelings of others they can tell how you feel overall 7/10

#astro notes #astro observations #astrology notes #astrology #astrology community #astrology observations #aries moon #taurus moon #gemini moon #cancer moon #leo moon #virgo moon #libra moon #scorpio moon #sagittarius moon #capricorn moon #pisces moon #aquarius moon #moon signs

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preeningpisces · 20 days

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Report - Kenjaku x F!Reader

Kenjaku shows up unannounced, and makes himself all too comfortable in your apartment. Pwp, 4k, Crossposted on AO3

A/N: At first I referred to him as Geto in this, as I found it unlikely YN would know his real name, but then figured this has no plot and there isn't many Kenjaku x reader fics without Geto & swapped it to Kenjaku ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Shoutout to this lovely anon for giving me a reason/the drive to write something for my favorite hoe 💚

Content: p-in-v, m!oral, sex toys, size kink, unprepped sex, edging, choking, biting, spit/cum stuff, degradation--personally I think this is more tame than it sounds

18+ content below, mdni, implied chubby!reader, enjoooy!

The figure seated at your dinner table makes your soul leap from your body.

Tonight you planned a date with a hot shower, your favorite snacks, and three seasons’ worth of TV to binge. You’d only completed step one, so recently that your skin hasn’t finished absorbing the lotion, leaving your calves and thighs tacky.

His back is to you, but you know he’s aware of your presence. For once, he isn’t wearing his signature robes, and instead sports simple black clothing. Seeing him dressed down is comforting, makes him seem less untouchable, and more like a regular person.

You lament the change in your evening plans, knowing your guest will occupy a decent portion of your time.

“You take awfully long showers,” he says without turning. “I’ve been here for over an hour.”

Springing up at random isn’t out of the ordinary for Kenjaku, though it’s more common for him to send messages from unknown numbers or ‘coincidentally’ run into you. He’s never showed up at your apartment before, let alone at such an odd hour of the night. Briefly you wonder how he knows where you live, but then dismiss this as a foolish thought—of course he knows.

“I’m just thorough,” you say as you round the table and sit across from him where he reads one of your books. A silly romance that was popular online; hardly revolutionary or life-altering, but it was a sweet, endearing story and you enjoyed it quite a bit. With how far he’s in, you wonder if he picked a random spot or simply reads that quickly.

“That you are.” He glances up, and a shift in his eye tells you he wasn’t expecting the cotton bathrobe with matching shorts. It’s a favorite that you got off a discount rack, lying somewhere between the lines of sensual and comfortable. Flattering, but hardly scandalous; you don’t feel indecent in his presence.

“I’m surprised you enjoy this drivel,” he says, judgment evident. “You seemed more intelligent than that.”

“They’re just for fun. Sometimes it’s nice to read something simple,” you reach for the book, beginning to feel defensive.

He leans back, now flipping through its contents. It reminds you of a schoolyard bully holding your belongings above you and taunting you for being too short.

“Are you here to antagonize me, or are you here for something actually important?” As soon as you say this, you know you made a mistake: the ire in your voice will only encourage his pestering.

“I came for your report, but now I’m more interested in your terrible taste.” He gestures to your bookshelf—small, and housing a modest collection of varying genres with the occasional knick knack. “I’ve gone through several already, but saved what I suspect to be the worst for last.”

“Then you can follow me on Goodreads, if you’re so curious. Now give that back,” you hold out your hand, growing agitated. The light catches the ridge of his scar, and taunts you to tug on one of those stitches, which look much less secure than they should.

“Embarrassed?” He smiles, and makes no move to relinquish the book.

“If I say yes, will you give it back?”

A snide puff.

“No.”

Knowing how fickle he is, you relent; he’ll grow bored with the book soon enough and move on. But minutes of his skimming pass, wholly ignoring your crossed arms and impatient tapping.

“Ah, I see. Is this why you’re so fond of these?” He turns the book for you to read: it’s one of the few sex scenes, and his finger points to a questionable line of dialogue.

You can’t resist the bait, and indignation rises in your chest. You spring forward in your seat, aiming for the book. Unfazed by your aggression, he avoids you with ease and an infuriating smirk. It only provokes you further, now motivating you to one-up him.

There is a sudden pause in his movements that allows you to snatch the book. As you look at him triumphantly, you notice his eyes aren’t directed at your face; instead, they’re fixed on your chest. Following his gaze, your heart sinks when you discover your robe hanging open, revealing your right breast.

When you look at him again, his eyes are on yours. Heavy and lidded, they freeze you in place with their weight. The playful energy from before halts, as if the room itself is holding its breath. Without breaking eye contact, he slides his hand in the opening, and cups your breast.

Shocked, you drop the book with a muted thud, more from his boldness than the sensation. A gasp escapes you when he pinches your nipple, rolling it slowly, and your hands fly to his shoulders, not wanting to topple over from the awkward position.

His other hand joins and teases your unexposed breast through the cloth; you fall against him, and a soft noise warms his ear before tracing the stretched lobe with your lower lip. Whether it’s ticklish or it’s your interest in his ear that entertains him, his shoulders thrum with amusement. The plastic clacks between your teeth as you toy with the plug, seeing how far you can rotate it before he becomes irritated.

It doesn’t take long, because a hand winds itself in your hair and pulls you forward, but the table creaks in protest under your weight.

“Not here,” you say, husk already tinting your voice. “It’s a shitty table.”

He releases you and follows you down the hallway to your bedroom. You don’t even have time to flick on the light before he pulls you backward, connecting your ass to his groin with his large hands fondling your breasts.

The eager touch surprises you—he hadn’t seemed at all bothered when you stopped him before. You can’t help but shiver when he sucks on your neck, fixing it with hickeys and bites. A renewed focus on your nipples makes you whimper and squeeze at his forearms.

“Sensitive here, or are you just desperate?” He punctuates with a pull of your left nipple.

“A bit of both,” you say, and press your ass against him. It’s been some time since you’ve felt this kind of touch, let alone by someone as attractive as him.

“Cute,” he hums, and grinds his forming erection against you.

Cool palms slide beneath the robe again, making your nipples so peaked they sting. Deft fingers are quick to melt the cold with slow rolls that morph into pinching and dragging from areola to tip. The attention makes you squirm in his hold and rest your head against his shoulder, weaving your fingers through his glorious hair—which is every bit as silky as it appears. Needing an outlet for your rising desire, you detach him from your neck and angle his head so you can force your lips together.

The kiss is more passionate than you expected, and it only makes you melt further in his hands. You scratch his scalp and earn a surprised moan. His right hand trails upward, wrapping around a considerable portion of your neck. Air isn’t cut or restricted, but he squeezes enough for your pulse to quicken and make your head fuzzy.

A twist of your nipple makes you arch your back, and he sucks your lower lip until it bruises. Teeth scrape it briefly, before he pushes his tongue into your open mouth and greets yours unabashedly.

Kenjaku has an air of grace to him, of superiority; you’d think him above such things as these. But he doesn’t flinch or show any disgust when drool pools from the messy kiss—he even licks the bit that trickles down your chin. He breaks the kiss, parting slowly to appreciate the strand that connects your mouths.

A tug of the simple knot at your waist peels your robe open, and you help him by shrugging your shoulders free. The hold on your neck tightens, and he feels down your stomach, dipping below the waistband of your shorts. Your skin prickles with embarrassment when he squeezes the full softness above your pussy. A pleased noise comes from the back of his throat when he realizes you have no underwear and finds slippery arousal.

“Look at me.”

You feel how heavy your eyes are, how blatant lust must be on your face. His middle finger finds your clit and traces a single rough, short line, making you flinch. Almost imperceptible circles soothe the rough sensation, leading you to loosen your grip on his hair and hold his wrist. The featherlike strokes feel like static, and every tingle of your flesh touching makes you wetter.

When your eyes shut, he squeezes your neck again, demanding you keep your focus on him. Even in moments like this, his eyes are full of condescension and superiority; the lowliness you feel in his presence only stirs your need.

Awkwardly, you feel around behind you for his cock and rub your palm over it as best you can. Despite the clumsy touch, his breath hitches, and his clever fingers pause. Thrill dances in your chest and you stroke him more firmly.

His hand flexes around your neck, and you can’t tell if it’s a warning or a green light. Whichever he intends doesn’t matter to you, because you squeeze his bulge. The firm tap of his finger on your clit reads as chastisement, but you ignore it, already deciding your next move.

“I want to suck your dick,” you say. You aren’t too prideful to kowtow to his desire for control. “Can I?”

Dark eyes shelter his thoughts as he considers your offer, and for a moment you think he’s going to turn you down, but he dips his finger in your hole and briefly skims the edge before swiping back up to your clit. A small noise comes out, and your face must be comical because he looks more amused than before.

“How polite.” The lack of heat and touch as he steps away are disappointing, but the sounds of his belt and zipper more than make up for their loss. “I suppose I’ll let you.”

“Let me,” you snort as you watch him undress. “As if you didn’t start this.”

A broad hand presses down on your shoulder, urging you to kneel—which you do eagerly, not minding the cheap carpet scratching your knees.

“I did, and now you’re exactly where I want you,” he removes his sweater, bearing the impressive muscles of his abdomen. You wonder if this was his true intention coming here tonight and that he played you like a fiddle.

These thoughts disappear when he pulls his trousers and underwear down; you can’t help when your face twists in shock: his cock is huge.

“No wonder you’re so full of yourself.”

He smirks, and you dread what this affair will do to his already inflated ego.

You scoot forward, assessing the beast, and idly rotate your jaw to prepare for the task at hand. Despite most of his head being exposed and dripping with pre-cum, you push back the remaining foreskin to fully reveal the dark head. You lean forward for a kiss, but land it on his groin instead.

The click of his tongue and the twitch beneath you is reward enough for the entire night; you’re confident he would never beg for anything from you, but this disappointment feels close enough to claim the satisfaction all the same.

Still positioned at his tip, your thumbs softly stroke the sides, more soothing than pleasurable as you continue to mouth everywhere but his cock. Fed up, he grips your hair and pulls you back. You get the message, and eagerly suck his head in your mouth, where you set your lips and tongue to work; it’s difficult with his girth, but you manage. He grunts and loosens his hold, allowing you to do as you please.

To show your gratitude, you plunge him deeper, tongue now rubbing along the seam of his cock as you flex and contract your lips. The muscles in his thighs jolt, and you feel energy rolling off him—the urge to do something, to react.

Steeling your resolve, you slide him further in and pull back, never stopping the pulse of your lips or tongue. It’s then that you suck around him, creating the wet sounds of suction that fill your small bedroom.

The light from the hallway glows behind him, making him radiant; like he’s a god, and this is your offering.

You cup his balls gently and rub a thumb over them to test the waters. Your curiosity is rewarded when the single hand in your hair becomes two, and he moves your head for you.

They cover your ears, cutting out all sound. Whether this is intentional, you can’t say. All you can hear is the wet sounds of your mouth molding around his cock. It’s as if this is your entire world, that this is the only thing you’re good for, and the thought makes you drip.

Lewdly, you hum and moan your prayer around him. Noises of his own join yours, but you are not worthy of hearing them. Overeager, he pulls you down further on his cock, poking dangerously close to your gag reflex. Your second unoccupied hand wraps around the portion not in your mouth preemptively, and stroke him in time with your mouth. Seeing right through your attempt, he holds your head still and begins fucking your mouth.

It takes only a few thrusts for him to push deeper than before, making you gag softly, which causes him to throw his head back and continue the deep thrusts. It’s uncomfortable, but not so much that you feel the need to stop him. Watching him loosen up is so hypnotic you don’t register how worryingly deep he is in your throat. Until he surges himself all the way forward, forcing your nose to meet his groin.

When you choke, he groans deeply, and rolls against your face as your throat convulses around him sporadically. You’re about to beat at his thigh, but he pulls you off his cock entirely.

Quickly, you recover and recapture him despite the pull on your hair, doubling down with a soft mouth, tonguing all the sensitive spots you found. And to your surprise, hot cum spurts down your throat with a low groan. You drink it all until he pulls your head back and strokes his cock, shooting the remaining spurts on your face.

You didn’t think he’d be so quick to cum, and it seems, neither did he.

A painful yank of your hair forces you to stand before you can comment, and full of surprises, he licks a line of cum from your chin and smears it over your tongue with his own. The dirtiness of it makes a raw noise come from your abused throat.

Not breaking the kiss, he walks you to your bed and pushes you back; you scoot yourself to the headboard and barely shimmy your shorts off before he crawls atop you, flaccid cock in hand. With a surge of reversed cursed energy, he urges it to re-harden.

“Is this the difference between special grades and the rest of us?”

He doesn’t acknowledge your taunt, and after two pumps, positions his cock at your hole. Unprepped, his tip presses against the ring of muscle for several moments, unable to breech despite ample lubrication.

“The Viagra tech-”

Your pussy finally yields, and his cock spears itself to the hilt.

“Fuck!”

Mercifully, he doesn’t rail you, and instead rolls his hips, stroking your most receptive spots. It aches, his cock stretching you to what feels like your capacity, but it’s the sort of ache that makes you crave more. You meet his hips with your own, desperately chasing more of the electric feeling. He grabs the underside of your knees and leans forward, putting his weight on them. The position angles his cock upward and fucks you with more fervor.

“Jesus, it’s so big,” you say, legs trembling in his hold.

Needing a distraction, you cup the back of his head and pull him as close as your breasts and stomach allow. You kiss at whatever flesh you can reach, starting at his damp hairline, and following up immediately with the seam on his forehead. The simple kiss earns you a sharp cant of his hips and a hiss, tempting you to fixate on the scar.

Your tongue traces the divot faintly, careful not to press too hard and minding the sutures. The effect is immediate, as he ruts into you, slow, deep, and hard, surprisingly loud moans spilling from his pretty lips. Even his moans are rough, as if they scrape his throat on their way out. Like his vocal chords haven’t made such sounds in some time.

“Sensitive?” You murmur your tease against the raised flesh.

“Wounds tend to be, yes.” He kisses you tenderly, and when you sigh, bites your lower lip with a crunch. Teeth pierce, and copper flavors the kiss. You part with a hiss, and his thumb swipes at the puncture. “See? Or do you need further demonstration.”

“You’re such a dick,” you mutter, batting his hand away from your sore lip.

His attention falters, and you follow his eyes to your nightstand. You live alone and have no need for secrecy, so your vibrator charges in plain sight. Owning sex toys is something you’ve never thought twice about, let alone felt any shame towards, but you become flustered when Kenjaku leans over and unplugs it.

Excitement overpowers your embarrassment when he turns it on. To your surprise, he doesn’t place it on your clit, and instead keeps it in a low setting and traces it along your labia. His hips slow, but they maintain a steady pace. Your body tenses with anticipation anytime it nears your clit, but it still doesn’t touch you. The stretch of his cock feels amazing, but your clit practically burns with need, swollen and begging to be touched.

“Now, what do you have for me this week?” he asks, full of mischief.

“What?”

He pushes your chubby mound upward and finally places the toy on your clit—you gasp.

“Your report. It’s what I came here for, after all.”

He circles the vibrator around your clit in time with his hips, looking all too amused when you struggle to respond. You ignore his question, and instead squeeze your eyes shut as your orgasm approaches at an alarming rate. You’ve waited so long, you’ve been so pent up, you just need—

“Ah, ah, you’ve got a job to do. Stay focused,” he tuts, and lifts the vibrator. You swear loudly, and your hips chase the toy, but he pins you with a hand on your hip.

“T-the first year,” you begin, legs trembling with pent up anticipation, “students–” you whimper when the vibrator returns.

“Go on,” he coos.

“They-they…” you trail off when a slow and delicious drag of his cock steals your mind. The vibrator moves, and you throw your head back. “Theywentto–fuck!”

“Speak clearly; this is vital information.” He presses it on fully, directly, gleefully watching you struggle.

“They wen-went to Ro-oooh,” with a click, he turns it up a notch. “Fuck, you’re–” he nestles it between your lips and rotates it teasingly. Only a few hums more and he removes it again.

“Please, please don’t stop.” Your voice warbles pathetically, “please let me cum. I need it–”

“And I need your report,” he smiles, as if he isn’t torturing you.

The hopeless look you give him must spur him on, because he fucks you with the most vigor he’s showed thus far. Ripples roll across your soft stomach and thighs, and your breasts bounce wildly, but you’re too far gone to pay them any mind.

“They went to R-roppongi!” You manage, and before he can torment you, add, “it was just—third-grade curses.”

Even now, as he fucks you hard and fast, he doesn’t pull out much, and instead focuses on stroking your all of your sensitive areas relentlessly. It’s so different from what you’re used to, and so, so much better. You don’t know if you’ll be satisfied getting fucked any other way now.

“And what of Satoru Gojo?” he grunts when you squeeze him particularly hard.

“A meeting–he had a meeting,” you breathe heavily, trying to catch your breath. The pause must displease Kenjaku, because he slaps your wet clit with the buzzing toy, making you jerk beneath him.

“Wednesday!” you yell. “The Higher uh-” you’re cut off with a kiss that’s more teeth and tongue, agitating your bloody lip.

“No need to shout, I’m right here,” he says cheekily, and grips your jaw, demanding your attention. “I’m sure you’re eager for your reward.” You nod the best you can.

A large palm spans your lower belly, pressing the plump flesh down to meet his upward thrusts. It feels like you’re even fuller, even more sensitive; your eyes bulge when a deep pressure builds.

“Can you feel it?” His eyes look wild, more unhinged than before, and it makes you squeeze him in apprehension. “How large this cock is—incredible, isn’t it?”

If you weren’t on the verge of exploding, the way he marvels at his own dick would make you roll your eyes.

“Hmm?” He pulls all the way out for the first time, and sharply thrusts back in, meanly stabbing your deepest, most tender area.

“Yes, yes—I feel it!” He repeats the motion, aiming higher. “It feels so fucking good!”

He chuckles and ups the vibrator’s setting, rocking into you faster. All you can do is hold on to him, your mind too scattered and pliant for anything more. With each powerful thrust, he hits the spot near your cervix, causing your pussy to clench around him and draw melodic sounds. You force your eyes to stay open, fully aware that this is a sight you’ll never forget. His disheveled hair clung to his sweaty skin, with most of the strands of his top knot undone. Pink tinges his cheeks, and his brows crease ever so slightly. The sight causes a sudden leap of pleasure, and you feel yourself dancing at the edge.

“Are you ready to come?” He asks, as if sensing the sudden development.

“Oh, god yes!”

A smile is the only warning you're given before he withdraws the vibrator again. The cruelty almost makes you cry. Before you can plead, he pushes the hood of your clit back and the vibrator returns.

“Then come.”

Everything you held onto breaks as you come, abdomen convulsing deeply, and mouth wide open. You soar so high you forget he’s with you for a moment. Your pussy gushes, and clenches him so hard it feels like it’s trying to push his cock out along with your release. The euphoric sensations quickly become a sting as the vibrator doesn’t falter, and you claw at his back and wail.

With a click, he turns off the toy as he tosses it aside, and traps you in his arms with his head nestled in the junction of your neck and shoulder. Teeth sink into the flesh hard enough to draw blood and a shout. Only four pumps more and he fills you as deep as he can reach, as if his cum seeps directly into your womb.

He lies on you for several moments, his cock softening and twitching occasionally. It’s pleasant, and oddly domestic, feeling skin against your own and listening to the sounds of each other’s breathing. Eventually, he slides free, and you’re reminded that he came inside you when it trickles down your ass.

“I’m not on birth control, you know.” You eye him as he flops next to you, making himself comfortable, as if this is his bed and you’re the guest. “Unless you want some kid of yours running around, you owe me a Plan B.”

He shrugs.

“Makes no difference to me. It wouldn’t be my first child or my last.”

“Ha, right,” you stretch your legs, sore from being bent for so long. After a pause, you turn to him again.

“Wait, really?”

#rct can get it back up #idc idc idc its canon #someone teach me how to end things bc its such a struggle #dreams of kenjaku ☁︎#dreams ☽#wet dreams ☽#kenjaku x reader #kenjaku smut #kenjaku x chubby reader #chubby reader #chubby!reader #jjk smut #jjk reader insert

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pursuedbyamemoryy · 9 months

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ distraction 🍂

about: you try to spend some time studying with your boyfriend, charlie, although he can’t seem to focus on his work.

warnings: gn!reader, slightly suggestive? ( just mentions of making out lol )

author’s note : in my charlie era rn?? he’s just so ahhhh i want to take a bite out of him ( lovingly ). most likely will be posting more blurbs of him in the near future <33

bf!charlie dalton is the best worst study buddy ever.

he’s smart enough and manages to get decent grades, but that doesn’t mean he enjoys studying. especially when he’s with you.

how can he possibly focus on latin or trig when you’re sitting right next to him?? instead of trying to work through the problem he’s on he’s looking at you. he’s admiring how cute you look when you’re focused. how your eyebrows are slightly furrowed and how your eyes are glued on the textbook in front of you. how your hair falls around your face so perfectly. the way you absentmindedly play with your pencil as you work through an equation in your head. everything about you is a million times more interesting to him than some stupid homework.

of course you eventually notice that he’s not putting any effort into studying, but you’ve learned that no amount of gentle reprimanding will change that. although that doesn’t mean you won’t try it. you sigh as you notice charlie’s gaze on you. “do your work.” you say, turning back to your text book.

“it’s so boring though.” he groans. “its not like i’m gonna need any of this in the future, plus i’d much rather look at you” he smirks. a lot of the time he manages to distract you, but you couldn’t afford that tonight, not with exams coming up.

“how about this. finish your homework, or at least let me finish mine and i’ll give you all the attention you want. deal?” you ask, pointing your pencil towards him in hopes that he’ll agree. there was a small smile on your face, you couldn’t help it when it came to him.

“deal” he smiles, turning back to his textbook. it works for a while, giving you enough time to finish your assignment.

after putting away all of your textbooks and school supplies you cuddle up with charlie on the couch. on most days you barely manage to get any work done, being swept up by whatever he had planned as a distraction that day. once it was a new song he was practicing on his saxophone. another day it was a funny joke he had heard and insisted on telling you. although most days it’s just him talking about nonsense that you find yourself listening to, despite how much you tried to convince yourself that you needed to focus.

and some days, when he was feeling particularly needy or touchy, it would end up with you two making out on the couch or whoever’s bed. or any nearby surface, really. his hands would slip under your shirt and onto your waist or back, his body pressing close to yours.

you turn to look at him, your head laying on his chest. “y’know, i love you, charlie, but you’re kind of a bad study buddy.” you giggle.

“oh i know.” he laughs. “what can i say, distracting you is a lot more fun than schoolwork or studying. and i love you too”. he places a quick kiss to your forehead, a bright smile on his face.

you shake your head, smiling nonetheless. maybe you should ask meeks to study with you one day if you actually want to get stuff done.

#pursuedbyamemory writes #dead poets society #dead poets fandom #dead poets fanfic #charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader

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mortalityplays · 9 months

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Only tangentially related to today's ask discourse but I was thinking about this- do you have advice on pushing more out of your comfort zone ie media? I feel like its really easy to say you like or want stuff thats making you uncomfortable or is less palatable to wide audiences etc etc but I have trouble going out of my way to actually experience things like that over more popcorn you know

a good way to start if you're intimidated is to look for curated recommendations close to your cultural comfort zone (I'm focusing on US/UK lists here but you can look for recommendations from museums, libraries, and national award bodies just about anywhere in the world). e.g. the BFI Sight & Sound list or the National Film Registry (for movies), Booker Prize or National Book Award winners for literature

Don't feel like you have to watch/read everything all at once, it's fine to skim for something that sounds particularly up your street and start there. It's also fine to jump right into something intimidating and find out what all the fuss is about! the absolute worst case scenario is that you're bored or underwhelmed and can pick something else next time.

a lot of my film knowledge comes from when I was at university. I discovered that there was an A/V library and viewing room on campus that I could use for free l, so I just looked through the catalogue and started picking out things I'd never seen that sounded interesting. every day between classes I'd go, pick a title, and spend a couple of hours giving it a try. I watched Blade Runner for the first time in a darkened basement booth with headphones on, and The Cabinet of Dr Caligari, and Wild Strawberries, and Persepolis, and countless other weird and wonderful things. sometimes I picked something incredibly boring or something that annoyed me, but I always came away feeling good that I'd expanded my knowledge of what was out there.

once you do start finding new things you like, a whole other path opens up to you. you can dig deeper into the work of one writer or director or actor, look up interviews and find out who inspired them. if you loved a specific book, see if the author mentioned any direct influences, or if critics compared it to something else you might enjoy. you get to start building these maps in your head and getting a sense for where different things fit, and it becomes easier and easier to hunt for hidden treasures.

finally! if you can find a group of friends (or even just one person) who is interested in taking this journey with you, start a club. take turns to pick something you want to explore, share the journey, and discuss it as you go along. keep sight of your purpose, whether that's to broaden your horizons beyond your home culture, take on more challenging works, or just be better informed. take it a step at a time, and learn to enjoy the experience of exploration even when you don't like something. figuring out why we hated Lady Chatterley's Lover is some of the most fun I've had with our book club yet. introducing friends to The Left Hand of Darkness and getting hype about it with them was just as good. love the process and you'll change your life.

#I hope this helps!!! there's no wrong way to tey new things as long as you're making a good faith effort to engage with them

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stevesnightmares · 26 days

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I just re-read the captive prince trilogy after 9 years so here are some thoughts and observations (I read a physical copy while listening to the audiobbok):

No spoilers

the books are super easy to read, I read each of them in a day and never once did I get bored or felt like I needed to take a break. If you enjoy them I feel like they work perfectly if you are in a reading slump.

I might be biased because I was also listening to it while reading but I feel like the writing worked just fine. I saw people say that the writing was awful but I didn't have any problems at all with it. I was never once confused by what was happening on page nor did I ever feel like too little or too much was being said and described.

One of my gripes with the writing comes in book 3 because I felt like the two parts that had Laurent POV just didn't work because it didn't feel like it was a stylistic choice and it didn't feel natural or needed, it just made me think that the author didn't know how to write that from Demen POV (which makes no sense because I know she can)

not only that but I also feel like it would've worked much better if we didn't get those scenes and continued with Demen's knowledge instead of making us privy to something he didn't know. I genuinely think they were unnecessary.

I might've missed something but in book 3 there is also a part where I felt like what Demen is thinking in a chapter and then what he claims and thinks a few chapters later don't align. With no spoilers, this is how it felt to me: chapter 1: demen thoughts: the apple fell from the tree chapter 3: demen thoughts and words: I knew the apple didn't fall on it's own and that there was a reason for it to fall.

I don't know why people say that these books handle its dark themes badly. Personally I think it handled everything quite well. Just because every 3 seconds the author isn't telling you "this is bad" it doesn't mean that it's poorly done or supports any of the bad things that happen.

The characters live in extremely flawed societies that have practices that we wouldn't condemn, so of course they will not immediately start out being against them, it wouldn't make sense, instead throughout the books and events they slowly start to realise why some things are bad. It's called character development.

Not only that, words coming out of a flawed and traumatised character shouldn't be taken as the moral of the book but as what they are: words of a flawed and traumatised character who is lashing out.

I feel like many people saw that very bad things that happen in these books and instrad of saying "I can't read that", which is fair, they decided to take the high horse and act as if it's morally wrong to like these books because bad things are portrayed in them.

Book 2 I think was my favourite, I devoured it and it was just super fun to read.

My second gripe is with Jokaste but without spoiling anything I can only say that her character was imo wasted and that it just felt like the author had 2 very different ideas of who she was in book 1 and book 3.

I LOVE laurent, he's just the type of characters that I enjoy, cold and guarded on the outside but only because he wants to protect himself while being also sweet.

Also really enjoyed many of the side characteristics which I thought were really interesting (I would've enjoyed more interactions between those other characteristics and L and D but that's a personal taste)

I actually think that 9 years ago I only read the first book and the first half of the second while skimming through the rest lmao

also I will not tell you which character I didn't like at all and found annoying when I was 16 but would die for in an instant now because you'll think 16 years old me was psychopath because what the fuck

#captive prince #capri #prince's gambit #kings rising #laurent of vere #damen of akielos #damen x laurent #jokaste

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inbabylontheywept · 16 days

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So: You have depression.

I'm 27 now. The last time I had a major depressive episode was when I was 16. I still have depressive episodes every now and then, but the worst tend to be a month, and most I can generally get through them in about a week. It took me a while to kind of figure out how to handle depression as a recurring thing, and so I thought I'd make a little welp-I-got-diagnosed-now-what guide.

So, first part of the guide: When I first got depressed, I thought that depression was the terrible, sad hopeless feeling that I had. It isn't. That terrible sad hopeless feeling is a symptom of prolonged depression. By the time I get to that point, I'm pretty well cooked and it takes a lot longer to bounce back. Avoiding getting to that point is a vital part of living with depression.

So what does depression feel like?

I am going to hammer this point home a lot of times while writing this: Depression is an anesthetic. It is not felt as a presence, but as an absence. The first absence, for me at least, is when life stops being fun. Every movie feels boring, I can't get more than a few pages into any book, and everything just seems... bland.

This is the best point to catch it at. I have found that consumptive patterns of entertainment do not do anything to help depression. Some people have told me that producing art at this time really helps them, but personally, I can't imagine trying. Instead, I just do tasks that I know inspire physical satisfaction. Which sounds like jerking off (I don't actually reccomend that route) but really means things like: Going for a walk in the sunshine. Working out. Cleaning the house in a fairly exhaustive way. Scrub the baseboards, wash the sink, clear the fridge, etc.

I recognize that doing those is really, really hard while depressed because depression causes physical weakness and exhaustion. The best I can do is, unfortunately, encourage vigillance. If you suspect you're getting into a funk, start on this before you get really deep into the mire. People that get into the mire can get out, but it's not self-help read-a-book type shit, it takes therapy and medication and patience and it is so much easier and cheaper and faster to just avoid letting it get that bad then crawling out once it's sunk its teeth into you.

I have found that for things that work almost by exposure alone, spending time in the sun and talking to people are borderline magical, with the caveat that talking to people about being depressed tends to make things worse instead of better. Talking about anything that cuts through the anesthetic of depression is ideal, or if it's sunk in deep enough that you're having trouble finding anything, talking to someone else about what they're passionate about. Ideally, you'd find someone passionate about a thing you know you're passionate about but are struggling to enjoy right then, and then you'd just let your mirror neurons run amok. Bonus Points

So, you're already depressed. Like, pretty fucking depressed, and you fucked up, and you let it slide. What then?

This is my I-Fucked-Up-And-Got-Big-Sad, Salvage-My-Weekend, depression routine. You'll need to make one for yourself at some point, and yours will work better for you, but this is mine and I think it'll work okay-ish for you. Until you get your own, at least.

I have to get up before 10 am. Staying in bed later than that gives the depression such a huge head start on my day that I just basically can't catch up. If I can't just brute force get myself out of bed, I will throw my blankets and sit cold on my sheets until that gives me the motivation I need. If I cannot work up the guts to throw my blankets, I will actually roll off the bed, flop gracelessly onto the floor, and then stare wistfully up until I can will myself to stand. It helps that every bedroom I've had either had freezing cold tile, or itchy coarse carpet. If you have a comfy floor, maybe buy a very scratchy rug? I cannot emphasize how important this step is. It's like, half of the whole thing.

After getting up, immediately go outside and sit in the sunshine. This provides free executive function, and getting it ASAP will make everything go much smoother.

Talk to someone while outside. If you have a roommate, they work great. Face to face conversations tend to be the best, but phone calls with loved ones are like at least 80% as effective. Calls to family members tend to be better than in face conversations with acquaintances or people you're mostly ambivalent about. Don't do chat messages. Worse than nothing.

This should have scrounged up enough free energy that you can clean something. I always start by trying to clear a part of my counter off. If that's all I got, that's all I got, and I still feel good about it. If that inspires me to do more, I'll run with it until a whole room is up to snuff. I don't do more than one room while I'm this crispy: The goal is not really to clean the house, but to work through a series of tasks that require some initial level of executive function but provide a larger amount back once completed. Life has a lot of these deals that are like, give me $10 and I'll give you $12, give me $12 and I'll give you $20, on and on, and the hard part is really just getting the $10. Some people wake up with $10. Most days, you will wake up with $10. But not when you're like this. You're gonna have to earn it. I'm sorry.

I am going to reiterate: This is what I do when I feel a funk coming on. My life and my schedule are not always this regimented. Living with depression doesn't mean never sleeping until 10, or having a weekend where you don't talk to someone, or take a break from cleaning. Living with depression just means never, ever, leaning into the depression when you feel it coming on. Even when it starts out feeling cozy. Even when you want to just snuggle into it and sleep and sleep and sleep. The first day or two will feel luxurious, and the next week will feel terrible, and the longer you wait the harder it will be to get out. You are always going to have to worry about that. Again, I'm really, truly sorry.

Bonus Bonus Points

I am not a psychologist, but I do have a theory about why depression exists. Remember how I said it's anesthetizing? I think that's what it's there for - getting rid of emotional pain when it isn't being helpful. People often get depressed after a major injury. Boredom is normally nature's way of punishing you for just curling up and doing nothing, but depression can be the emergency override on boredom. It makes sense for you to sit still and do nothing while your body is healing, so maybe nature temporarily removes all your motivation with depression and then just lets you be a limp noodle until you're healthy again. Maybe?

Back to the emotional level, though, depression might also be a way to muffle pains that would otherwise be so intense that people might not remain in control of the faculties. The pain of losing a parent is notorious for driving people so mad with pain that they ruin their lives, but depression is there to at least try and keep us sedated until the nadir has passed.

It is helpful to know what the purpose of depression is, because you will eventually get it from an "intended" cause, and reflexively fighting it then probably isn't good for you. And at the very least, knowing why this stupid thing exists makes the world feel like less of a cruel place.

There are a lot of interesting studies on the physical effects of depression - things like muscle weakness, increased pain tolerance, muscle relaxation, etc. that I won't go into, but it does so many things at once that it almost doesn't feel like a fuck up, but a feature that we just kind of lost the plot on. Not gonna deep dive on it, but it is something that probably shouldn't be confined to just a mental disorder.

#mental health #depression #an essay I guess?#almost more of a letter to 16 year old me #but I hope this helps someone else #I don't think there's anything really trigger-worthy in here besides mentions of depression itself?

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chyeyuj · 9 months

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THIS IS FOR THE ANON THAT REQUESTED THE DOM YUJIN FIC, I COULDN'T FIND THEIR MESSAGE IM SOSNORRY

also ty to my friend who gave me the idea for the request 🙏🙏🙏 and also making gp yujin

- dom!gp!yujin x sub!fem!reader

yujin was born in a rich family, she was the only child in that family. she was getting stressed everyday from her father forcing her to be a boss for his company. but one day, she ran away from home due to all the stress she had received. when she was somewhere far from home, she decided to do one of her hobby which was pottery. there was a pottery studio so of course she went there.

some days later, yujin's father noticed that she was gone. he then decided to hire someone to find her, which was you.

now you were sitting on a couch, having a talk with yujin's father. "what will i get if i find your precious daughter?" you asked him, looking at him up and down. "well, i would give you tons of money if you manage to bring back yujin." and of course you wouldn't turn down this offer, so you took it. "i will bring her back then." you got up, shaking his hand after the deal. soon, you left to find yujin.

it wasn't long to find her. with all the information you got from yujin's father, you found yujin hanging somewhere around the pottery studio. you scoff at how easy this task was.

you walked up to her, tapping her on the shoulder. "hey, you're ahn yujin..am i right?" you asked her, an innocent smile on your face. yujin looks at you, clearly suspicious at your sudden appearance. "yes, how do you know my name?" she hits you back with another question but you didn't answer it. "i want to know you better, want to hang out?" you got closer to her but yujin scooted a bit. "i dont know you. maybe if you just introduced yourself then i would?" you laughed nervously, forgetting about it. "my bad, i forgot. im l/n y/n, nice to meet you ahn yujin!" you held out your hand for her to shake. she hesitated to shake your hand but soon she did anyways.

you knew that if you wanted to bring her back to her father, you had to think of a plan.

"hmm, how about we go take a walk and have a chat?" you suggested, lookimg at her with a small smile. she thinks for a moment before nodding. "sure, lets go then. im bored anyway." she gets up from the chair and so did you. both of you started walking around the park, having a nice conversation. it went pretty well. 'this is so easy.' you thought, but little did you know that yujin had also planned something.

days turn into weeks, you and yujin seem to be getting along pretty well. your plan had also seemed to work. yujin was inlove with you. or so thats what you thought.

you were planning to bring yujin to the beach, and yujin didn't seem to deny the idea. now, you both were packing up. once you both were donr, yujin held your hand, looking at you lovingly. "i hope you enjoy this trip as much as i do." what she said made your heart skip a beat. you wouldn't expect that you were also going to fall inlove but hre you were, your cheeks flushed and everything. the sounds of yujin's giggle snaps you back to reality. "come now, lets go to the beach. we wouldn't want to miss out the fun now do we?" she grabs her bag, slinging it on her shoulder. she holds your hand again, a bit tighter and walking out of the house.

after arriving at the beach, you both went to your booked rooms, setting everything down before actually going out to have some fun.

both of you were ready to go out. you were wearing a bikini, a jacket around you while yujin wss wearing a simple white tee and some shorts. she leads you out of the room and to the beach, hearing the sounds of the waves and some kids having fun.

you set a your towel on the sand, sitting on it. "its been so long since i went to a beach." yujin lets out a satisfied sigh, also sitting with you on her own towel and enjoying the view.

"really now? lets make this the most memorable day then, yujinnie." yujin smiles at the nickname you gave her and nodded. soon, night came. you and yujin were at the bar that was near the beach, having some drinks and such. a familiar friend of yours came, you gasp when you saw her. "wonyoung, hey its been a long time!" you smile at her, hugging the girl tightly. "yeah it has, how are you y/n?" she hugs you back, pulling back to see your face. "ah, im doing fine. what about you?" "well, ifs kind of boring but now its not since i get to see you again!" she cheers, hugging you again and kissing your cheek which you had not expected but you shrugged it off anyway.

meanwhile, yujin was behind the both of you. glaring at wonyoung, the way she was touching you and flirting with you. as much as she hates to admit, she feels jealous. she then gets up from her seat, pulling you both away. "its getting late y/n, we should go back now." she told you, glaring at wonyoung slightly then looking back at you.

you smirked at how obviously jealous yujin is but you didnt say much and just went with her. "alright then, bye bye wony! it was so nice to see you again." you give her one last hug before walking with yujin back to the room.

when you got there, yujin sat on the bed, looking down on her feet while you were standing up and staring at her. you figured that now is the time you clear things up and tlel her about the deal she made with yujin's father. "yujin, i want to tell you that your father-" yujin quickly gets up from the bed and cuts you off by kissing you. soon you kissed back, forgetting about what you wanted to say just now. she slowly pins you against the wall, pulling away for air as she looks at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. she pulls her shorts and boxers down, revealing her long, thick and hard member. you were shocked at the sight, face went red and you were speechless. she places her hand on your head, pushing you down so you were eye level with her cock. "what are you waiting for?" she looks down at you, her hand still on your head. you immediately started to lick the tip of her cock, making her groan and throw her head back, her hands tugging on your hair. you trailed your tongue down to the base of her cock and started sucking her off, gagging yourself a bit. "ah..fuck! thats it." she moans, beginning to thrust her hips so she could fuck your face, gagging you more. you tried to push her away but she was strong so you just gave in and continued to suck her off. later, she was moaning louder, cumming in your mouth, you swallowed every drop of it. once done, she pulled her cock away from you, smirking at you. "turn around and bend over." she demanded you which you quickly obeyed, your ass up in the air as your hands were on the wall. yujin gives one slap to your ass, making you whine but she rubbed the area where she had slapped you, making the pain go away. "i hope you're ready for this." she grabs onto her cock, and thrusts it into your cunt. you let out a low moan, looking back to see what yujin was doing. she started to thrust into you more, not letting you have the time to think. both of you were moaning like crazy, the others could probably hear what you guys were doing. "you're so tight, y/n" she groans, playing wuth your clint as she kissing on your shoulder. you were a moaning mess though, you didnt say anything. all you did was moan and yujin liked that. "y-yujin..im..cumming..!" you moaned out, which made yujin to thrust more faster this time. "shit, me too baby.." with one final thrust, you both came, a feeling off plessure wash over you.

yujin takes her cock out, staring at her juices that were coming out of your hole. she smiles, noticing how you were tired. she carries you, bringing you to the bed and laying you down. she looks over at you, seeing how youre already asleep.

the next day, you woke up feeling exhausted. you look beside you to see thag yujin wasn't there and jow you were naked. you look at the note on the table, grabbing it and reading it.

it says;

"you thought you could trick me? i knew what you were up to when you came up to me for the first time. nice try.

btw, thanks for last night ;)

- yj"

you put the note down, sighing. you felt sad that this was already over, though you hoped that you could meet yujin again.

#ive #kpop #kpop gg #ive yujin #ahn yujin #yujin #yujin x reader #ahn yujin x reader #gxg smut

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bluegalaxygirl · 4 months

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Wild Flower (Zosan X Reader) P5

Plot: While doing recon for the crew, reader's snake gets captured by a marine who knows more about her than her own crew but to make matters worse he can hurt reader through her Snake using some strange powers and deadly plants.

Warning: Super long, Bad language, Blood, Snakes and Violence.

Reader is female and has the ability to control Snakes that come form tattoo's on her arms, she can change the size of them and see through their eyes but they are also connected to her emotions. Zoro X Sanji X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship.

P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P6 - P7 - P8 - Bonus

Cozia, a beautiful island full of life and culture, The town is small compared to the island's size, only stretching along the beach leaving the forest behind it to grow as big and strong as it needs to be. To the outside world its just an island that's shrouded in mystery, no one is aloud on it unless the 5 protectors of the island say so and people hardly leave the island or talk about life there. Cozia has a lot of rumors about it but the truth is all of them are false, the real truth is that this island is home to an ancient living deity, Glykon a pure white snake larger than the mountain's that scatter the island. He's a protective deity of home and family while also gifting fertility in all things. He lives in a cave deep in the woods covered by a waterfall with leads to a large pool and river spreading through the island. The water runs black a perfect contrast to his white skin but the water helps crops and animals thrive on the island, trees grow more fruit and animals live longer thanks to it. In fear of the world knowing and trying to use the deity for bad the islanders vowed their lives to protecting it and worshiping it, gifting the giant snake fruit and plants, only a select few people have actually seen the snake, it never leaves its cave other than to bless someone with his gift. A tattoo'ed snake that will come to life whenever you need it, those who are gifted are protector, trusted to keep the island and its people safe while also helping it thrive.

It was and still is beautiful and it was home to you , your parents and your grandmother. Three years after you were born your parents decided to leave Cozia to explore the wold leaving you with your grandmother, too young to understand you thought they would come back but four years later they were still gone, you had hope that they were ok and that they were just having too much fun to come back. Home life and school life were totally different, you loved being at home and working hands on with your grandmother, taking care of her garden, chickens and bee hives but at school you struggled. Learning from a book was hard for you and the other class mates would laugh at you if you read something wrong but you didn't stop trying, wanting to learn. Your grades were never good but your grandmother never scolded you for it since she was just like you in school, struggling to make friends despite being kind to all and unable to get good greats despite working so hard. Life on Cozia could be boring at times, doing the same thing day in and day out but you always enjoyed your time in the mountains, bringing gifts of honey, fruit and eggs to the giant waterfall where Glykon lives. You often didn't want to leave so would spend time taking care of the plants that grew near the water or reading out loud, in a way you hoped to bring the snake some kind of company since it was all alone up here and people would gift things and then just leave. The giant snake never once spoke to you, in fact you didn't even know if he could hear you but you kept it up.

With a smile you run out the door of your home to meet the mail man who was walking up to the house "Miss Y/N, happy birthday" The postman laughs handing you a pink envelope, slightly jumping on your toes you take it from his hand and thank him before rushing back inside to your grandmother where she was sitting at the dinning table, a small cake in front of her with a number 7 candle on it "There you are, come on and blow out the candle then you can open your gift" The old lady smiles taking the envelope off you even though you try and resist, you know it's from your parents, they always send you a card on your birthday explaining what they've seen and done while also giving you a gift but you were just so happy to hear what they have been up to and if their ok. Looking over the cake a warm feeling fills your heart knowing your grandmother made this just for you. Thinking of a wish you lean over and blow out the candle before hugging your grandmother "Thank you grandma, can i have the card now?" You ask reaching for the card that she finally hands you, opening it you bounce a little pulling out a letter, your smile drops seeing no card fearing that something might have happened to your mum and dad. Opening it you try and read it the best you can but as you read through it your heart sinks, your grandmother gives you a worried look before standing next to you reading it over, anger fills her eyes before she snatches the letter off of you making you gasp. "Don't worry sweetie... You just enjoy your birthday ok" Your grandmother pats your head but you don't smile.

Your glad your parents are ok, their happy and safe, but they won't be coming home, and they won't be sending anymore letters too. You want to cry but you also don't want to upset your already upset grandmother who hands you a gift and a card telling you to open it. Putting on the best smile you can muster you open your preset and card finding a book, Alice's adventures in wonderland. "Oh, my god, thank you grandma" You laugh jumping up and down before hugging her, the old woman laughs hugging you back before pulling you away "I know how much you like strange things so i thought it would be perfect... while i deal with things here would be kind enough to take that basket up to the mountain?" She asks gesturing to the small basket on the side table loaded with fruit, eggs and a honey jar, nodding with a small smile you watch her walk away before cutting a large slice of cake, wrapping it on some paper and placing it in the basket before heading out carrying your new book under your arm. Even though you struggle to read it doesn't stop you from trying, plus you enjoy weird and wonderful thing so Alice in wonderland would be perfect. Walking through the wood your mind wonders "maybe i could read some to Glykon today... oh! i bet there are a lot of new words, i can show mum and dad just-" You stop in your tracks the realization kicking in that your parents are never coming home, your grandma did a good job of kicking it from your head but now she's not here to do that again.

A tear slips out of your eye but you sniffle and wipe it way starting to walk again gripping into the basket handle as tight as you can, you don't understand why they won't come back, come home for a day or a few hours would be nice, you don't mind the letters in fact you look forward to them so why are they gonna stop doing that as well? as questions run through your head you didn't realize that you had already made it to the waterfall, it wasn't too loud since the strange black water seems to dull sound but it still breaks you out of your thoughts, sniffling a little you wipe away your tears and smile setting the basket down on the floor before taking out the large piece of cake. "I don't know if you can eat it but i thought I'd bring you some birthday cake" You call out hoping the giant snake in the cave can hear you, placing it back down in the basket you make your way over to the grass and sit down near the black water placing the new book on your lap. Maybe reading will help you feel better or at least distract you for a while. "Grandma got me a new book, its Alice's adventures in wonderland, i know i haven't finished the other one yet but i hope you don't mind if i read this one" You smile up at the waterfall that covers the caves entrance, like always there's no answer but a part of you hopes the large snake can hear you and likes hearing you read.

You struggled a bit in places but managed to read well until you got to a point where the word just didn't seem right no matter how you said it. "But she could not even get her head through the door way.. and even if my head would go through.. thought poor Alice.. it would be of very little use without my shoulders, oh! How i wish i could shoot up like a t-te-le-" Furrowing your brows you try the word again and again "Te-le-sco-pe?" you ask as your eyes scan the same word over and over again, you knew if your class mates where around they would laugh at you for it but really did try, after a few more try and it still not sounding right you grip the book in your hands trying not to cry, at this point it's not the word that makes you want to cry its more of an excuse to cry over what your really upset about. "Don't get discouraged little one" A smooth deep voice calls out making you jump and look around you but no ones there, shaking your head you wipe your eyes thinking your mind is playing tricks on you but the voice calls out again "Your almost there, don't cry" Looking over at the waterfall your eyes widen realizing thats where the voice is coming from, you couldn't speck, what were you supposed to say? The deity is talking to you, giving you words of encouragement, a small laugh echos out from the cave but it didn't sound like a mocking one, in fact it was light-hearted "Don't be scared little one, please continue, i'm invested now" Looking back down at your book you gulp trying again with slightly shaking hands "Tele-scope... telescope" You finally get the word making your lip quiver as tears start falling down your face.

Pushing the book away as to not get it wet you try and wipe away your tears "Well done little one but there's no need to cry" His voice calls out a again but you shake your head "It's not the word i'm crying over" You sob pulling your knees into your chest, giving into the underlying sadness bellow, you hate crying in front of others, you want others to be happy not feel sad even if its for you but knowing your parents aren't coming back is breaking you. "Then what's the matter? You shouldn't cry on your birthday" He calls out as something touches the side of your cheek, with a gasp you look up to see the tip of a long thick white tail wiping away the tears on your cheek, the tail going through the waterfall in order to wipe them away. For such a big powerful snake it was gentle with you, you didn't want to bother the deity with your thoughts but something about it made you want to talk and tell it everything. "My parents aren't coming home... they don't want anything to do with me anymore" You sniffle only for the tip of the white tail to land on your lap giving it a slow gentle rub of comfort "The two you talk about on your birthday?" the snake asks making your eyes widen realizing it has been listening to you all these years, slowly nodding the snakes tail lightly grips your leg as if trying to hug it "Little one... I'm sorry they have decided not to be a part of your life, in my opinion it is their loss." With a smile you place your hand on the white tail feeling how smooth the scales are.

It takes you a while to wipe away the last of your tears and try to explain your thoughts hoping it will help you stop feeling sad "Thank you... I want them to be happy and to live their lives but... i was hoping they would at least keep in touch, i love reading their letters and learning about what they have been up too... maybe when i'm older i can go out and see the world too... I shouldn't be sad, i'm not alone, i have grandma and the chicken and-" you stop yourself feeling the tears coming back but managed to stop them from falling, gripping onto the book again you bring it to your lap looking over the page " and i... I have these moments here, where i can read and relax... can i still come here?" You ask looking up at the waterfall trying to see through it but the black water covers it all blocking out any light or figure behind "Of course Little one, I've come to enjoy your presence, no one stays around this old snake for long anymore and i enjoy seeing how far you've come, your a smart girl Y/N" With a big smile you take the snakes tail and hug it as it wraps around your shoulder "Thanks you Glykon sir" You call out hearing the deity behind the waterfall laugh in that same light-hearted way.

Two years went by and you grew closer and closer with the deity, you decided not to tell anyone other than your grandmother about you new friend in fear of them teasing you or disturbing your time with the snake, in away i guess it was selfish but you didn't care too much. The day Cozia was attacked you were at home when the alarms went off, the ships circling the island managed to take out one of the Germa 66 ships and report in, the village was evacuated to the other side of the island except for the 5 protectors who fought tooth and nail to protect their home and Glykon. "Y/N, we have to go" Your grandmother yells grabbing your arm as the Germa 66 ships try to dock the islands beach "But the chickens" You yell pulling away for her arm to run over to the hutch opening it up to let the birds out, your grandmother sighs running over and opening the gate letting the animals out to run away before grabbing your arm and pulling you alone. The rest of the villagers would already be in the forest by now so you and your grandmother where the only ones left other than the 5 protector and their snakes. Explosion and screams filled the air as you and your grandmother ran through the town and into the forest, your chickens following or heading off into the forest to hide, you couldn't just let them die, you had to let them out to have a fighting chance. Looking back at the burning town, giant snakes rose up taking out any Germa 66 agents that they could see, a red blur hit one of the snakes causing it to scream out before other came running in to help clamping its jaws down at on the small red thing.

You couldn't make out what is was from so far away but something did catch your eye, a ship off to the side of the island away from the others, it had a castle on top of it, indicating it was one of Germa 66's ships but with it being so far away from the battle you were sure it was going to be used as a sneak attack. "Grandma. I think Glykon's in trouble we should help" you yell watching as your old grandma pants trying to keep a steady pace "We can't" she pants but worry and fear flows through you, the 5 protectors are too occupied and even though the giant snake is strong your worried that the rumors about Germa 66's strength is true. Pulling away from your grandmothers hold she stops in her tracks to try and grabs your arm again but you step back with a determined face "I know i might not be able to fight but some has to help him or at least warn him... so I'm going to help him, he's alone up there and the 5 protectors are busy so someone has to help" You yell before running off your grandmother tried to run after you but is unable to catch up with you soon slowing down to a halt where she pants for air. Running down the path male screams fill the air as you get closer to the waterfall, your already too late those men are here but you won't let them hurt your friend. Two men stand outside the waterfall one with a staff and other kneeling holding a large bazooka aiming for the cave "Come on guys give me a visual" The one with the bazooka yell trying to see through the black water.

The sound of fighting inside makes your heart sink but your eyes focus on the baskets of gifts on the floor, a red powered spice catching your eye, running over you grab a hand full just as the guy with the staff turns to look at you "Hay" he yells getting his mates attention but you chuck the powder at them causing the two to cough as the hot spice burns their nose and mouth. Since their wearing goggle it didn't affect their eyes but you grab a large branch from the floor and swing going for the guy with the bazooka first. Using all the strength you hit the man away sending him rolling down the path groaning in pain, the man with the staff swing it at you hitting you in the stomach and sending you flying into the grass almost falling into the water "Sorry kid" The guy sighs walking over and raising the pointed end of his staff over you but quickly thinking you grab some mud and throw it at his face before rolling away. He growls as the mud sticks to his goggles blinding him as the end of his staff gets stuff in the muddy ground. Grabbing onto the staff you lift it out of the ground, the end of it hitting the man under the chin forcing him to let it go, swiping his legs out from under him you go to hit him with it when the guy from before runs over and kicks you in the side sending you flying through the water fall and into the cave.

Hitting the floor and rolling you groan out in pain before coming to a stop, your wet hair sticks to your face so you move it aside to see into the dimly lite cave. The sound echo's off the walls of the massive cave, several Germa 66 members fighting a giant white snake with two long fangs and rows of sharp teeth on its bottom jaw, it hisses forcing you to cover your ears with how loud and angry it is. Some of the men groan out in pain due to the noise before being hit by its tail sending them flying into the wall of the cave and falling into a pool of black water. Looking around Glykon has done a good job taking these guys out, but he's covered in cuts, a hand grabs your hair forcing you to your feet "Little shit" The man growls as he continues to wipe mud off his face, the other man beside him keels down on the ground the bazooka back in his hands "No, don't do it" You yell out trying to struggle in the other mans grip, Glykon's eyes shoot to you just as the man fires, the giant snake hisses and dodges with ease thanks to your heads up, the rocket hits the side of the cave causing it to crumble and bury the rest of the Germa 66 members. The giant snake goes to attack the two men but stops when the one holding your hair puts a knife to your throat "Now be a good snake and stay still, we're gonna take you to your now home" the two men nod to each other before the bazooka is loaded with some kind of net, shaking your head you try and think of a way out of this, you can't let them take him, this is his home.

Glykon's eyes meet yours silently telling you to not do anything, you shake your head at him though not wanting him to give in and let them take him. "Good no-ah" you bite down on the mans hand holding the knife trying to force him to let go of it but instead he pulls it away to stab down at you. The giant snake hisses before lunging, biting into the man behind you forcing him to let you go, falling to the floor you stay down as the sound of the bazooka goes off along with two loud screams of both men. You didn't see what happened since it was so fast but when you look up at the giant white snake, the net is wrapped around its tail and both men laid on the blood soaked ground with blood dripping from Glykon's face down onto the floor. You thought it was the men's blood but as he turned his head to look at you a gasp of shock left your lips. Shakily standing you run over to meet his face as the snake lowers his head "i'm so sorry Glykon, i was just trying to help... what do i do?" you ask looking at the knife in his eye but the snake smiles at you its tongue flicking out to wipe away some blood that got on your cheek "Little one... you shouldn't have come but this is not your fault so please don't worry" His kindness made you want to cry but you held back the tears reaching your hand up to run it over his snout "You were in danger and the protectors are all busy so... I couldn't let them hurt you or take you away from your home." you state before looking over at the net pinning down his tail "Let me help you, please"

With the giant snake agreeing you managed to unravel the net from his tail and shift the heavy weights attached to it far enough away, so he can get out of it before heading over to the waterfall "I'll check if the cost is clean then we can head to the other side of the island, the villager's and protectors will be able to help you" you turn to the snake who shakes his head at you before bringing it down to nuzzle you, taking his large head in your arms the best you can the snake lets out a gentle hiss "The fight isn't over little one, there is still something i must do... you are brave and have a kind soul Y/N, will you help me do this?" The snake asks, pulling away you give him a determined nod, you have no idea what he wants you to do but your willing to help him no matter what. "Climb on, once where up there i need you to be my eye since i only have one" The snake shifts you over to his back where you climb on holding on tightly near the base of his head, Glykon makes his way out of the cave water flowing over your body as the afternoon sun makes you squint your eyes from its brightness. Explosions and loud hissing can still be heard from far away but it's a lot less then what it was, widening his way up the mountain and making it to the giant peek you can't help but look down and see just how big Glykon is. His whole body grows larger before your eyes wrapping around the mountain with his head held high while his tail rests on the bottom, from so high up you can see everything, every part of the island and ship covered sea.

The town you call home is in ruins but the snakes bellow ares still fighting managing to stop any of the army getting past, that red blur you saw a while go was no where to be found so its possible the snakes manages to take it out. "Little one, please tell me how many ships are to my left" You nod turning to look that way and scanning the area, a small smile appears on your face noticing the Orbit was gone. The cruise ship was in distress and needed supply's, even though the island doesn't allow strangers none of you could send the ship on its way when it needed help. "There are 6 ships, two on fire and one docked, it's the same one i sore before running to you, i think thats where those men came from" You explain before feeling the snake shift lifting higher into the air "Cover your ears and close your eyes little one" The giant snake takes in a big breath as you do so. Covering your ears and closing your eyes, pressing your face into his scaly skin you soon feel a rumble in his throat as high pitch hiss almost like a roar calls out, it was so loud you could hear it through your hands but you kept your eyes closed and pressed as hard as you could against your ears. After a few minutes it all stopped, the sound and that weird rumble came to a quick halt but you stayed still not sure if it was actually over, "Little one, thank you for your help" The giant snakes voice managed to get past your ears making you let go of them and open your eyes to look around.

In shock you look over the sea, several Germa 66 ships fleeing away while others seemed to be melting and sinking to the bottom of the sea, the snakes inside the village hissed with glee and cheers were heard from all over the island, it made you smile and let a few joyful tears slip your eye "I don't know what you did but that was amazing." you laugh patting the snakes back as it starts to slither down the mountain and return to its original size, he was still a big snake but now he could fit inside his cave again, Glykon chuckles at you as he looks over at the cave entrance then over to the village. He seemed conflicted so you wrap your arms around him the best you can to give him some kind of comfort "Someone there can help you" you state looking at the knife still stuck in his eye, he takes a second to think before nodding starting to slither his way down the path his body brushing up against the trees on the side "It's been decades since I've shown myself to multiple people... i used to scare them" He states but let's out a confused hiss when you start laughing "You? Scary? But your such a big softy" you tease making the snake laugh at you and shake his head "Says the young one who was sacred of me at first" You blush with embarrassment and tense up at his words before moving up some more and leaning down to meet his good eye "I was not scared" you state glaring at him but the giant snake smiles chuckling under his breath "Sure little one... what ever you say" he teases back making you pout and move back up to sit on his head where you cross your arms over your chest.

The 5 protectors where more than happy to help Glykon while the other villagers put out fires and tended to any wounded, luckily no one died, well not on our side at least but there were a few injured, including the men who where on the ship that first spotted the Germa 66 ships, their boat was destroyed but thanks to one of the protectors they managed to be saved and taken back to land. You had a few cuts and bruises but other than that you were fine the only people you were worried about now was your grandmother and Glykon who people where amazed at but gave him his space as the protectors dealt with his injuries. "Y/N" your Grandmother calls running up to you while avoiding tripping on any rubble, with a smile you run over to her and hug her tight feeling her cry into you "You stupid, stupid girl" she cry's but you don't blame her, you made her worry about you, looking up wipe away her tears "I'm sorry grandma but i'm ok and so's Glykon" she sighs at your apology but nods her head and holds you close "Don't do that to me again. I'm so glad your ok" Smiling you hug her back glad that everyone is ok, your home may be in ruins but you can always rebuild, no one was killed and Glykon is here and alive. The giant snake hovers over you and your grandmother for a second waiting for you to notice, looking up you smile at him seeing a large white bandage wrapped around his face covering his injured eye, the 5 protectors try talking to him telling the giant snake he needs rest but his good eye is on you.

Pulling away from your grandmother you step closer to the snake who lowers his head down to your "Are you ok now?" you ask before he can speak, a large smile appears on his face at your words as his eyes soften no longer looking serious "I'm fine, thank you Y/N... You are a kind and brave soul, threw the past few years i have come to know you more than anyone else, i find myself waiting, looking forward to your visits and i have watched you grow into an amazing and loving young lady" his words make you tear up, you have no idea why he's saying all this, a part of you thinks he's going to leave or maybe die on you but your troubled thoughts are soon stopped "I wish to bistro my greatest gift onto you, young lady... if you will let me" a large smile forms on your face as you nod, a snake of your own, someone who will always be with you no matter where you go or what you do. You'll never be alone and you'll always have a part of Glykon with you in a way. "Hold out your arms" the snake rises up as you hold out your arms, one of the protectors raises and eyebrow and steps forward about to say something but another grabs his shoulder shaking her head at him. Glykon opens his mouth his two long fangs hovering over your arms, it scares you a little, thinking if he's going to bite you but you keep your arms out and still for him. The fangs start to form little droplets on the end, pure black almost like the water but its much thicker, they soon drop onto your skin, one on each arm before seeping into to your skin, the black water almost like ink starts spreading out creating two long and beautiful tattoo'ed snakes on each arm.

Looking up at Glykon as he closes his mouth your eyes widen in surprise no on has ever been gifted two snakes before "I-I think there's a mistake" You stutter only for the giant snake to nuzzle its snout into you "No young lady this is no mistake" A large smile forms on your face as you hug the snake's head as best you can, your a protector of this island and its people now and you intend to do your very best. It took almost two years for the city to be fully built but life was getting back to normal, the news got word of what happened and since both sides of the fight refused to talk about it rumors continued to spread. You spent a lot of time with Glykon and learning with your snakes, you could only get one out at a time, but they were strong and you intended to fight with them like all the other protectors do. A part of you thought you could never leave the island now since your a protector but Glykon never stopped encouraging you to dream about the outside world so you made plans to leave after you finished school. A year before you finished school your grandmother passed away in her sleep, it was sad but the funeral was beautiful, and she had a great life, you where nothing but thankful to her, for everything she had done for you and you promised to live your life like she did, with understanding, love and kindness.

Standing on the beach looking out at the rising sun you throw your bag onto the boat, you graduated from school yesterday and the village wasn't exactly happy that you would be leaving, but they didn't stop you either just told you to keep their secret. "Are you going to go or just stand there?" You smile at the smooth deep voice behind you, turning to see the now one eyed giant white snake slithering towards you "I was waiting for you, your late" you state putting on a fake glare but you can't be mad at him, the giant snake stops in front of you his head close to your face "I'm not late, your simply early" He states making you crack a smile and shake your head, in truth had you doubts about leaving, Glykon is family to you and you don't want him to be alone again. Hugging the snake's head you relax into him, your hands actually managing to touch the sides of his top lip now "Are you sure your going to be ok on your own?" you ask scared to look into his eye as you speck instead keeping your face in his snout, he sighs feeling your doubts about leaving but in a calm voice reassures you "I'm not alone young lady and i never will be again thanks to you... Listen you may be a protector of this island but i still want you to see the world... i know if i ever need you, you'll come running but until that day comes i want you to live your life" he states before lifting your body off the ground and placing you in the boat, slowly letting go you look up at the giant snake who moves his head away before pushing the boat off the beach and into the sea.

Gasping you step closer with tears in your eyes but soon wipe them away and smile waving to him "I'll see you again some day... I love you Glykon" You yell out as the boat gets further and further away, the giant snake bows it head at you before letting out a low hiss "Be safe young lady... I love you too" You laugh as you wave at him happy to hear those words from him. You sailed threw the north blue for a couple of weeks making it to Lougetown, you learned about Gold Rodger in school since he started the great pirate era, it surprised you though how different people thought different things even with a marine base nearby and some people didn't mind speaking their minds. After a few days there you decided to head to the grand line but your small boat would never be able to make it over revers mountain even with the help of one of your snakes but luckily a bunch of kind fisherman offered to take you over in exchange for helping catch bigger fish with your snakes. It was a fun experience being with those weird old men, but they were nothing but kind to you. Once on other side you got off on the first island they stopped at after having to make it past a giant whale with scars all over it. You stayed on the island for almost a week before meeting the straw hats, Luffy freaked you out at first with all his question about your snake. It was busy fighting at the time and yet this strange boy was bouncing around you with all the energy in the world, it brought a smile to your face so when he asked you to join his crew you said yes.

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