#still let him Be A Kid and nothing was ever transactional

[diamondsunbursts-and-marblehalls]

At the end of everything Percy chooses to be on Luke's side, not Kronos's, not the gods' but Luke's. Luke, who was just a kid forced to grow up too soon, Luke, who has been angry his whole life, forced to protect people he cared about without any resources, forced to go on the run, forced to flee to a place that's supposed to be safe only to find out it reeks of generations of kids who were abused and mistreated by parents who didn't care, taught that love was transactional, taught that glory is everything and forced to reach for an impossible standard of glory to achieve that love.

I think ultimately Percy is the child of the prophecy because he was taught from a very young age that love should be unconditional, but he also learned from a young age that not all love is. He WAS Luke. The same anger towards the gods, the same desperate need for change, the same feelings of helplessness. Luke sees himself in Percy, and I think part of the reason Percy made the choice to give Luke the knife is because he sees himself in Luke. Everything Luke has ever said about the gods, about demigods, about the system, Percy has said those same things. Out loud.

The difference is that Luke consistently chose anger over love. From the very beginning of his story, he compromised the safety of those he was supposed to protect by picking fights, and he turned to a darker force to combat the helplessness of his existence, maybe he still cared about Annabeth and about family at the beginning but it didn't take much time for that to change. He discards Annbeth's life; the one person he promised to stand by and protect, he's careless with the lives of other half-bloods, he's cruel.

I love the effort that they are making in the show to portray Percy as a mirror to Luke from the very beginning, way before new viewers even know what's going to happen at the end. Percy is saying, "The gods have done nothing for me, they have done nothing but hurt the people I care about, we would be better off without them". Luke is undoubtedly the villain and the choices he made were his own, but at the same time, he was just a kid who felt helpless and alone. Because of that, he chose the anger he felt towards the gods over the love he had for his family, and that's where Percy is different.

Athena once said to Percy that he would let the world burn just to save a friend. His love and his loyalty are so strong that he couldn't sacrifice anyone he cared about if it meant saving the world. Unrealistic or not, there is something beautiful about the idea of someone who cares enough about you to think that a world without you in it isn't a world worth saving at all.

Kronos tries to paint loyalty, family ties and love as a weakness, when we all know that it was the only thing that had any power against him. Luke allows himself to be corrupted to the point where he sees those things as weaknesses as well until Kronos loses everything because of one little girl and what she represents. Annabeth's reminder of Luke's promise was the one thing that gave him enough strength to take control. The reminder that he loved someone and that he promised to be her family has the power to break him from the control of the most powerful evil.

It's the reminder of the love he had before he chose anger that gives him the strength to defeat that anger. And it's the love he always had for the demigods seeping back in that gives him the strength to stay alive long enough for Percy to promise to protect them.

I don't know that he would have had the strength to destroy Kronos without the knowledge that Percy would be there to finish the fight that he had lost sight of. He spent years fighting Percy, and he watched him choose the half-bloods over and over again, Luke saw how much anger he had, and saw him choose love instead. Luke knew that Percy would be able to do something that he had never been able to do, choose to protect the people he loves before hurting the people he hates. Everything Luke did, he did to punish the gods for the way they treated their kids, and everything Percy did, he did to protect those kids. Luke couldn't have destroyed Kronos if he didn't know that someone who cared about those kids as much as he did would be there to protect them the way he tried and failed to.

#unfortunately i've been a luke castellan apologist since birth #and now i have to suffer #rip hater you're not going to like this one #you know who you are #percy jackson #luke castellan #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #the lightning thief #the last olympian #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo tv series #annabeth chase #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson spoilers #pjo spoilers

[cemeterything]

This sounds like an amazing scene. Please tell me more.

so Valentine and Reaver (tentative names, i'm still not sure i like them) are both extremely damaged people living utterly miserable lives in a pre-apocalyptic world. Valentine is a celebrity, a star soldier, a former no-name nobody orphan of the apocalypse who gained fame and fortune and success through apparent sheer good fortune, hard work, and innate charisma. but she has no identity outside of piloting. they lost their entire world as a kid when her town was destroyed, and as a result of that traumatic experience developed the belief that the only way she can ever hope to matter or be worth anything is by making a name for themself, making herself impossible to ignore, for fear of dying alone and forgotten. so they've dedicated their whole life to piloting, and sustain themself on the praise and adoration of the masses and her superiors, and have virtually no life outside of that, let alone plans or dreams for the future. she doesn't often let herself entertain her own personal desires, believing it's pointless; doesn't form connections with other people outside of the professional and transactional because they feel they have nothing else to offer. they're a shell of a person, a pretty face for the propaganda posters and a brilliant smile and shiny medal-laden uniform for the press and a machine of war to inspire the troops. and because of her single-minded total dedication to piloting, she's always first to volunteer for combat and last to accept any assistance or admit to any perceived weakness; their body is literally falling apart from pushing it too hard and hidden beneath their clothes is a patchwork of skin grafts and wounds that refuse to heal held together by glue and stitches and infection that's slowly spreading and killing them. but Valentine is determined to keep going until she drops or dies in combat, to be a martyr for the cause and for public opinion. she has nothing else.

Reaver is more or less the opposite. he's washed-up, a failure, out of time; a good soldier and a good man but a bitter, lonely, cynical wreck of a person. he was never recognized for his efforts like his peers, possessed too much candor and not enough charisma to ingratiate himself with his superiors, was well-liked but always secondary at best to those who burned brighter and were willing to compromise their principles and ethics in exchange for opportunities for advancement and promotion. he drinks too much, cares for himself too little, treats every opportunity to save lives like an obligation and every failure like an inevitability, pushes everyone away before they even get close out of fear of being hurt or abandoned again, and has generally made himself hard to love. at the same time, he's resentful, aloof and unapproachable, sneering with contempt at everyone around him and taking a certain grim satisfaction in self-sabotage and lashing out because it allows him to justify his misery. he and Valentine hate each other because he pities Valentine more than he resents them; he sees Valentine as naive, overconfident and shallow, a bright young thing that will be used til it burns, so he's cruel to her. and Valentine, in turn, is furious at Reaver for his selfish attitude, for allowing himself to descend into despair and self-loathing at the expense of potentially the entire rest of the world, for giving up the opportunity to do good and childishly railing against everyone who comes near him because he didn't get patted on the head enough for his efforts.

they absolutely loathe each other at first, because they see their worst fears in each other, their worst selves, who they could have been if things had just been a little different, and the brutal truth that they would be no better off or happier in the other's place. however, they're forced to work together and regularly be in close proximity to one another by the inexorably advancing apocalypse and budget cuts in military spending, and their bitter conflict helps to peel back the layers and walls they've built up around themselves and get them to confront how badly they've been failed and hurt by the rest of the world and begin to find solace in each other, in their shared experiences and pain and the love and comfort and hope and meaning they can offer each other.

#oc: valentine #oc: reaver #reval #you can probably see both the nge and terror influences lol

[khiphop-discussions]

What are some fun facts or funny/wholesome khiphop stories, events, whatever they may be that you heard of? I feel like I always see the tea and beef but nothing else somehow 😆

Hold on let me think back. I think I've talked about most of these before but they are scattered across different years and posts:

Giriboy thought he was the best rapper in Korea until he heard Lil Boi (I think Giriboy said this when he was the producer on SMTM)

Epik High was at a phone store a LONG time ago (NOTE: Epik High used to kinda be assholes sometimes back in the earlier days). A lady came in to get a new phone screen or a screen protector (can't remember which). DJ Tukutz just said out loud "Just buy a new one". The lady just walked out without finishing any transactions. It turns out that lady was Kang Hyejung (Actress/Tablo's wife)! I guess it didn't leave TOO bad of an impression as Tablo and Hyejung were still able to get married and have a family later when they officially met BUT I wonder how awkward it was when Tukutz actually met her officially. Also if he ever apologized for being a jerk LOL . I'm honestly shocked AF she didn't tell him off cause Tablo has told other stories about her before and she seems to have a strong personality. Maybe she wasn't in the mood that day or she was just embarrassed. I can't remember where this story was told. Probably an interview or a variety show.

When DPR Live/Dabin worked at a Subway when he first came to Korea, Christian used to always come in and get the most basic sandwich. Like turkey/ham (can't remember exactly which meat. maybe both), lettuce, and then other basic sandwich ingredients. Dabin wanted to make something more fancy but Christian just liked the basic sandwich. Story told on IG live w/ Christian and Live

The Quiett gave the TERRBLE advice to LeellaMarz that he shouldn't save any money until he turns 30. I'm honestly shocked The Quiett would give such terrible advice like this but then again, younger Quiett did seem like he spent excessively too. Leella has actually been listening to that advice too. He has 3 luxury cars and doesn't save. HOWEVER, Leella comes from money so I guess it's not really an issue. I can't remember the jobs but both of his parents have good, well respected jobs. This story was told on Psick show.

Changmo complained about his relationships (and potentially other life struggles) so much that eventually The Quiett got annoyed. IT was just an sigh tbh but apprently that's more frustration than anyone else in Ambition has ever seen The Quiett show. I can't remember where this was but it might be from the "Tomorrows Hangover" episode with Changmo, Ash Island, and Hash Swan

Queen Wasabii used to have a crush on the YouTuber/Variety Star Dex when they were doing the show Bloody Game 1 together (I don't really like wasabii but this story is cute so I put it). This was shown on Bloody Game 1.

When Yun B was on Bloody Game 2, he was kidnapped by the outdoors team and taken to the forest. This was done while he was sleeping in the middle of the night. So he was still in his underwear when they took him. He didn't think he'd be gone long when they woke him up. Luckily he took a backpack and it had some of his clothes in it LOL. This was shown on Bloody Game 2.

Ash Island slipped and fell while he was performing "Melody" at one of the festivals last year. I can't remember which one but it's still on Youtube if you wanna go look. It's the outside festival and I think he was wearing all Black.

YEARS ago I was in B-Free's IG live and he was talking about Dok2's old hairline. I typed "Don't make fun of/talk about that boy" (I can't remember whether I said "don't talk about" or "don't make fun of") in the comments. I was just kidding and put LOL and everything but I guess B-Free thought I was serious. So he was like "Oh my bad, I'm sorry". Then I started to feel bad because I felt like I was killing the vibe LOL. He was also saying that BeWhy's hair looked painted on LOL. (Again this was a SUPER long time ago. Probably 2016 or 2017).

[The wholesome/heartwarming part] Coogie said Code Kunst is his role model now that he's in AOMG. [The not so wholesome but funny part] When Code Kunst asked why not Kian84 or Simon D. Coogie said that Kian is a writer and Simon D is handsome... He thinks him and Code Kunst are on the same tier lookswise so that's why he chooses him.

REALLY old Khiphop stuff but Masta Wu and Danny Im (1tym) used to be really close to the level of a bromance LOL. Obviously Danny and Teddy Park were really close back then but I didn't know that Masta Wu was that type LOL. But I guess it checks out cause Wu told Danny that Danny "taught him humility" when Danny was leaving Korea for the US. From Danny From LA show

More REALLY old Khiphop stuff but YG Entertainment used to have a ping pong tournament back in the days (seems like this story was at some point during the 2nd gen kpop days but possibly from before). It was fun but apparently people got too serious. Teddy went and bought a professional paddle and started kicking everyone's ass. So then EVERYONE participating at YG had to go buy a professional paddle so it wasn't so unbalanced. I don't remember who ended up winning. From Danny Im's podcast

Loopy scolded one of the mkitain members (I think Bloo but maybe it was more than one member) in front of Kid Milli. The story seemed serious when it was told but I just think it's funny to get scolded in front of Kid Milli. It was probably so awkward for everyone. I think this was old during the Mkitwon series.

Apparently, Cha Cha ends up getting more girls if him and Jay go out together. from Ben Baller's OLD podcast. I don't even know if this episode with Jay is still available or not.

I can't think of anything else right now but I think this is a nice list.

#asks #khh #khiphop

[podcastenthusiast]

A fic featuring: ace Geralt, some trauma, discussion of consent, and a whole lot of love.

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Touch is difficult for Geralt. Desire, too; witchers are made to want nothing except to serve their purpose. He wants even less, yet somehow more than he should.

He's been known to spend months, even years, on the Path with only Roach for company. Never touching anyone beyond the brush of hands as coins are exchanged. He will go to brothels occasionally--let the whores trace his scars, cataloging each one like it's evidence of something, asking for the story behind it. He satisfies their curiosity and fucks them, too, because he knows how this transaction works, what is expected. He gives them whatever they want, and takes what pleasure he's supposed to. It's too much and it's over too soon.

Sometimes he leaves the brothel feeling lighter, almost like a person. Other times he is empty, bereft of that warmth, and unsure why he can't feel the way others do.

Geralt has theories. He keeps them to himself. Doesn't even tell Roach.

One theory goes like this: witchers are rendered sterile by the mutations, and Geralt was given an extra dose. Maybe that stripped away his sexual desire as well as his capacity to procreate. Or maybe it's still in there somewhere, buried deep along with a majority of his emotions and the kid he once was.

Maybe it has nothing to do with being a witcher at all. His brothers don't seem to share the same experience.

And Jaskier isn't at all like him; he loves fiercely and loudly. Jumps into bed with practically anyone who's willing. He will meet a barmaid and perform a ballad he wrote about her all in the same evening.

So it shouldn't be a surprise that Jaskier's soft heart has room in it for Geralt, too, but it is. It's also a surprise when the bard stays, like no one ever has before.

They share a bed now, as they have many times, but it's different as lovers. At first Geralt assumes Jaskier simply wants sex, and is fine with giving him what he needs.

But the bard loves to please others. Jaskier asks what he wants, and Geralt replies, "Nothing."

Truer than it's ever been, in this context.

"Everyone wants something. Even you."

"I..."

I just want you to stay. He can't say it. He is a creature defined by what he lacks--desires, fears, feelings, humanity. He has little to offer Jaskier or Yennefer or anyone else, just danger or a quick fuck. It isn't enough. He has no business asking for anything. He was made to be useful.

"Geralt?"

"Hm?"

"That's all right. We'll figure it out together. For now let's take things slow, yeah?"

"Been twenty years."

"And I wouldn't trade them for all the wine in Toussaint. But this--" He kisses Geralt's neck. "--is new."

"Hmm."

"I just want you to be comfortable, dear witcher."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

It's too quick. Defensive. Like parrying before your opponent even draws their sword.

"Well...I know you feel things differently." Fuck. Fuck! He knows. "Heightened senses and all that. I imagine it could make certain things...a bit intense."

He doesn't know. He can't.

"I'll be fine."

"And if we do have sex, I want it to be good for you. Because...honestly, Geralt, you deserve pleasant things, more than you know. You always say you don't want anything."

"I don't."

"And that scares me to death, darling." Jaskier's voice is low, suddenly breaking. "There's no shortage of awful people out there who will at best take that as an invitation not to care, or at worst to hurt you."

The wolf inside him snarls. He's not weak. Witchers might be harmed in battle, never in bed. But he takes a breath and tries to hear what Jaskier is really saying. He owes him an attempt at decent communication.

"Jaskier," he says. "You'd never hurt me."

"Not intentionally, no, which is why I need you to talk to me. Tell me if I ever do something you don't like, even if you've liked it in the past, and I'll stop."

Jaskier's calloused fingers idly trace a scar below his collarbone. He won't ask about its origin because he doesn't need to; he was there. Geralt's muscles grow tense even so.

"Stop," he snaps before he can think better of it. Jaskier stops immediately. His hands withdraw from the witcher's skin, and Geralt knows he just fucked up everything. He couldn't bear even that and now his bard is never going to touch him again and so few are unafraid, fewer still truly know him--

"Thank you," Jaskier says. He doesn't sound angry or upset. He sounds almost proud. "Can I ask-- Are you feeling overwhelmed emotionally, or was it the touching? And don't you dare give me that tired 'witchers don't have feelings' line right now."

"Touch," Geralt manages although, if he were honest, it's both.

There are times he can't stand to be touched at all, Jaskier has seen that-- after a hunt, when the lingering effects of his potions make the world feel impossibly sharp. But there are other times. There are safe people and places and Jaskier never looks at him like he's a curiosity, an inhuman thing, but Geralt's body doesn't always know that.

"You don't want to be touched right now?"

Geralt shakes his head. Then shrugs. Nods.

"I really need some words here, love."

"It's. The scars."

"Oh. Gods, I'm sorry. Do they hurt?"

Scars trouble him the least of his old wounds. They itch, sometimes, but they don't hurt in the way, for example, his knee aches when it's going to rain. Scars are an absence of pain. Of anything. Sometimes a reminder.

"No. Just numb." He takes a breath. Averts his eyes and counts the stitches on the blanket. "Most people I'm with... it's all they see. Like to touch the scars. I can't feel it. They ask questions; I tell them or I don't. Over either way."

They leave, he means. Or he leaves first. That fucking mountain. He's run out of words. His throat feels tight.

When he looks up again, Jaskier's eyes brim with tears.

"You are so much more than that to me, dear heart."

"I know," Geralt says, and finds that, quite unexpectedly, he believes it.

"Is-- Would a hug be okay? Honest answer only."

Geralt nods, and the bard pulls him in close.

"You know," says Jaskier after a while. He never could let silence remain unfilled. Geralt is grateful. "There are artists who mend pottery by carefully filling the cracks with gold. It's beautiful."

"Sounds excessive. Just make another bowl."

"It adds to the complexity, the beauty of the whole. I'm trying to say that's how I see you."

"As broken pottery to fix?"

"Gods, no. As someone who's survived so much, and is very dear to me. But your scars, your lovely eyes and your hair, all of it-- They're not everything you are, nor is witchering, despite what ignorant fools or careless bed partners may think."

But Jaskier has mended something. His reputation, for a start. His wounds on numerous occasions. And... more than that, besides, he thinks.

When Geralt finally does tell Jaskier the truth about his desires, or lack thereof, he'll think about that and form a new theory. Maybe he isn't a broken thing after all, and even if he is, maybe that can be okay.

#the witcher #the witcher netflix #witcher fanfiction #geralt of rivia #geraskier #jaskier #witcher fic #asexual geralt #should i start posting this stuff on ao3? #jaskier paraphrases amazing devil lyrics and I'm not sorry about it #for clarity geralt is generally sex neutral but he has a lot of shit going on too and mostly wants to be held #tbh i struggle to write characters who want to have sex with other people at all. can't relate #to me there's something so uncomfortable about the brothel svenes in TNW and witcher 3. i dunno #asexual headcanons

[marmorafarms]

The Phone Call pt 3 Sebastian x Cis Female Reader

This is the final part of my three part Sebastian x Reader series! I hope you've enjoyed it! This can definitely be read as a stand alone piece, but I would highly suggest you read the others as well!

Summary: After having some fun over the phone, Sebastian is coming over to your place to have a good time. The only issue is that Sebastian is a virgin who is very nervous about his ability to please you. Hopefully you can get him to relax and give him a great first time

Word count: 2808 words

Warnings/content: Weed mention, virgin Sebastian, body worship, nipple play, blow jobs, fingering, first time, cis female reader

Here are the previous pieces:

Enjoy!

Living in a tiny town like Pelican Town definitely had its plusses. For one thing, it was usually very tranquil. The sound of car horns blaring was absent, and you were never afraid when walking around at night. However it definitely had its minuses. And here you were at the clinic, experiencing one first hand.

In the city, buying condoms wasn't a big deal. Nothing to it. Just pop into the store, grab what you need, and head on out. But in Pelican Town, you had to buy from someone who you would see every single day. Someone who might get curious, and ask awkward questions. Perhaps even gossip about it behind your back.

It wasn't Harvey you were worried about, not at all. That man was a professional through and through, and had even asked if you needed birth control or an STI test. It felt natural to explain that your IUD still had a few more years on it, and it wasn't weird at all to take him up on the test. No, the person you were worried about was Pierre.

Fucking Pierre.

You had gone to his shop first, assuming that the general store would be a good first stop. After all, you'd bought condoms at the grocery store when you lived in the city. You searched every shelf and wrinkled your nose in frustration. You couldn't find any, not even a sign saying if they were out of stock. So you decided to go see if they were behind the counter. Maybe they were hidden out of sight so Jas and Vincent wouldn't see them and ask questions.

"Oh ho ho!" Pierre had said with a lecherous grin after you asked about it. "So some lucky guy has caught your eye, eh?" he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

You could feel a flush rising to your cheeks as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. Sex wasn't something you'd ever been uncomfortable discussing, but the way Pierre was going about it was making you extremely embarrassed.

"So do you have any?" you asked, ignoring his question. Hopefully he'd let you know quickly, and then you could be on your way.

No such luck.

"I'm glad you're staying safe," he said casually. "Believe me, I know what it's like when you're young. Making split second decisions that don't always work in your favor. And I doubt you have space for a kid in your house right now."

"Pierre," you said through gritted teeth. "Do you have them or not?"

"No we don't sell those here. Most folks order them online! But Harvey also sells them if you need some in a pinch." he said with that creepy grin still on his face.

"Right. Okay, I'll just go there then," you said, and turned on your heel. You wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

"Have fun with your mystery man!" Pierre had called out in a sing song voice. You briefly considered doing all of your shopping from JoJa from now on just to spite him, but thought better of it. Abigail would be disappointed. Pierre was lucky you were friends with his daughter.

The transaction at Harvey's had gone well, and your results came back clean. The only thing that made you sweat were the looks Maru was throwing your way. They were knowing looks, which was extremely annoying. It made you wonder if she somehow knew who it was that you were about to jump in bed with. Luckily she didn't say a word. But you wished she would stop looking at you like that.

Once you got home, you took a long hot shower and then looked at your lingerie options critically. Of course you could always wear a normal bra and panties, but you wanted to look nice. You found yourself torn between two sets, anxiety rising.

Never in your life had you spent this much time picking out underwear for a hookup. Because that's what this was, right? A hookup. You weren't dating after all. This was just…something casual.

Your heart dropped as you tried to convince yourself of that. You didn't want this to just be casual sex that might repeat every now and then. What you really wanted was for it to mean something.

Shaking your head, you decided on the set you would wear. There was no time to mope over the fact that this might mean nothing to Sebastian. You needed to get ready, and you were pleased with what you had gone with.

You had gone with your black balconette bra with gold lace details. The matching panties had ribbons that sat on the hips, keeping the front and back together. And the best part? They were crotchless.

You tossed on some joggers and a plain black t-shirt. It would be a nice surprise for him to find pretty lingerie under such normal looking clothes.

By the time 8 had rolled around, your house was sparkling clean. You had busied yourself with making the place look perfect. The sheets on your bed were fresh as well. Now all that was left to do was wait.

About five minutes later you heard a knock on the door. Heart beating fast, you opened it up to find Sebastian on your doorstep. He was looking down at his feet, and shot you a nervous smile when you greeted him.

"Come on in!" You said cheerfully. He followed behind, closing the door with a soft click. You couldn't help but notice how nervous he was. Sebastian wasn't really looking at you, and he was rubbing his thumb against his forefinger, a big tell that he was feeling anxious.

"You look nice," you said with a grin. It was true, he looked great. Sebastian had on a leather jacket that you had never seen him wear before and wow. That jacket was really making you feel a certain type of way.

Sebastian let out a small "Thanks," before going silent. You frowned, trying to figure out what was up. Did he not want this anymore?

"You wanna sit on the couch?" You asked. He nodded, and sat stiffly, hands in his pockets. You looked him over, and then suddenly it dawned on you.

He was sober.

Every time he had called, he had been high. And when you guys had gotten off together and agreed to do this, he had been really high. So nerves hadn't really been an issue for him. But without weed as a crutch, he was left with a clear mind that was free to overthink everything. Overthinking things was a specialty of his.

You cautiously walked over to him, as one might approach a scared animal. His eyes flicked over to you as you sat next to him, and he began to bounce his leg.

"Talk to me Sebby," you said gently.

"What do you mean?" he asked after a beat.

"You're nervous. Don't deny it!" You said, putting a finger to his lips as he began to display signs of protest. "I can tell. I need you to tell me what's going on."

You lowered your finger, and Sebastian squeezed his eyes closed. You gave him a moment, and right as you were about to speak, his pushed back his hair and sighed.

"I…I'm a virgin," he said, refusing to meet your gaze. "I wasn't even thinking when I agreed to this. Not that I don't want to," he said hurriedly, "I just…I don't want to disappoint you. I don't want to be bad."

"You won't be," you said with certainty. Doubt was written all over Sebastian's face, so you pushed on. "Listen. You and I…we've got chemistry. We get along, we like a lot of the same stuff, we enjoy hanging out. That kind of thing can't be taught, you know? You either have chemistry or you don't. Right?"

"I guess," Sebastian said.

"Okay, so we're in agreement that good chemistry can't be taught. But being good in bed?" you said, eyes fixed on him, "That's something that can be taught. With lots and lots of practice."

Sebastian blushed, but finally looked up at you, returning your grin. He slid his hand over to yours an intertwined his fingers with yours.

"Okay," he said, sounding a bit more confident. "I feel a bit better."

"Only a bit?" you asked, pretending to be offended. You let go of his hand and slid over. You straddled him, sitting in his lap with your hands resting on his shoulders. "I'm gonna make sure your first time is amazing, okay?" you murmured, leaning in and placing soft kisses along his jaw.

Sebastian sighed in contentment as you kissed down his neck, letting out a pleased hum when you slotted your lips against his. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you began to kiss. The kisses were slow and sensual, the main goal being to get Sebastian nice and relaxed.

A gasp escaped Sebastian's lips as you rocked your hips against his. Slowly, you snaked a hand under his shirt and gently swiped at his nipple with the pad of your thumb. You received another gasp in response and you grinned.

"You sensitive there?" you whispered into his ear, repeating the motion.

"I guess so," he breathed out. "Never tried that before."

"Here let's…hold on a second," you muttered. After a bit of scooting around, Sebastian was lying on his back with you on top of him. His face was slightly flushed, and you felt a surge of affection looking at him.

"Should we go to the bedroom?" he asked.

"In a minute," you said, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He quickly caught on, and shook his jacket off before he pulled his shirt over his head.

"...What?" he said nervously, looking at you with a vulnerable expression. Your jaw had dropped and you were staring at him with eyes the size of dinner plates.

"When…how….you're buff!" You said, shocked. "Why the hell have you been wearing a baggy hoodie every day when you could be showing off this!" You ran your fingers over his well defined abs, eyes fixed on his v-line. He blushed and looked away.

"I help my mom a lot," he said. "And I guess working on my motorcycle has helped too. But um…I don't like people looking at me. Except you," he added shyly.

You put a hand on his chest and pushed him back down. "God you're hot," you whispered against his lips before giving him a passionate kiss. Your tongue darted out and touched his lips lightly. Sebastian opened up and you slid your tongue inside, relishing in the taste of him.

Sebastian whined when you pulled away, but it quickly turned into small moans of pleasure as you kissed his neck. Your hands explored the expanse of his chest as you kissed and sucked at his collar bone, slowly traveling downwards.

You laved your tongue over one of his nipples, rolling the other in between your fingers. His hips bucked up, and you gently sucked, loving the whines and gasps that left his lips.

While you were very much enjoying his reaction to having his nipples played with, there was something else that you'd rather have your mouth on. You continued your trail of kisses downwards until you reached the top of his jeans. He visibly gulped as you undid the button, and threw a hand over his face as you pulled his zipper down with your teeth.

"Can I?" you asked, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. There was a pause before Sebastian finally nodded, giving his full consent. You pulled them down, eyes brightening as his cock sprang free.

He was a little longer than average, and decently thick. Your mouth watered as you looked at it, and you gently placed a kiss to his tip.

"I'm gonna suck you a bit and then we can go to the bedroom, 'kay?" you said, settling into a more comfortable position. Sebastian nodded and you grinned before licking him from base to tip. You gently lapped at his head before kissing and licking at him again, getting his cock slicked up with your spit.

Sebastian's head was thrown back in pleasure, panting lightly. You tapped his inner thigh, and he looked down. Your eyes locked as you took him all the way down you throat.

"Holy fuck," he whimpered, and then clutched the couch cushions as you began to bob your head.

You popped off after a bit, loving the glassy eyed look you got when you told him it was time to go to the bedroom. He kicked off his pants and boxers fully before following you, nerves clearly gone.

The two of you hopped on the bed and you grabbed one of the condoms you had just purchased. You handed him the little foil package, and he frowned at it.

"Need help?" you asked.

"No. Well, I mean yes I will, but…shouldn't I be touching you?" he asked. "It's been all about me so far."

You smiled fondly at him, loving that he was just as concerned about your pleasure as he was about his own.

"Do you want to touch me?" you asked, biting your lower lip.

"Yeah. Hell yeah," he said.

"Well then, help me get my clothes off," you said. He slipped your shirt off and then groaned.

"You look beautiful in that," he said. Sebastian looked at your breasts and then back at you. You gave him an encouraging nod, and he placed a hand on your breast, squeezing gently. You let him fondle you for a moment before sliding your pants off. The hitch in his breath made you giggle, and you spread your legs open. The open crotch gave him an excellent view of your wet pussy.

Sebastian looked like he was struggling between looking away from such a lewd display or diving right in. You decided to help him out. Grabbing his hand, you guided it between your legs, and pressed it against your heat.

"What should I…?"

"Slide your fingers in Sebby," you murmured. "Gotta get me ready for you."

His movements were nervous and stiff at first, but soon he had you squirming underneath him. Sebastian's face lit up like a light bulb when he found your clit, causing you to moan and your back to arch.

"That feel good?" he asked, looking down at you in wonder. You nodded, and then cried out as he began rubbing your clit faster, continuing to thrust his fingers in and out.

"Oh god yes Sebby, fuck, don't stop!" You moaned, gripping your sheets tightly. Sebastian was slowly making you come undone and it was fucking amazing.

You wailed as your orgasm hit you, pleased that Sebastian was fingering you through it. He gave you a lopsided grin when your eyes fluttered open.

"Can't believe I did that," he said in awe.

"I can," you said. "Now let's get this on you."

You showed him how to roll the condom on properly, and then proceeded to give him a second warning.

"Lots of guys cum fast on their first time," you said. "So don't feel bad if it doesn't last long, okay? You already made me cum, so I won't be disappointed."

He nodded in understanding and crawled on top of you. Sebastian lined up, and closed his eyes as he sank into you, swearing as he bottomed out.

"You're so goddamn tight," he panted. "Shit…"

You gave him a second to adjust, but had to hook your leg around him and push him to get him to finally start moving.

He thrusted into you slow and steady, holding your hands as he moved. You felt like you were in some kind of romance novel. You had always wondered if there was an actual difference between making love and fucking, and this proved there definitely was. Even as his thrusts sped up, there was a tenderness behind it. This was different from anything else you had experienced before.

He buried his face into your shoulder as he came, hips thrusting against you a few more times as he spilled into the condom. He smiled down at you and began peppering your face with kisses before pulling out.

"You're welcome to stay the night," you said after the two of you finished cleaning up. Sebastian beamed at you.

"I'd like that," he said. "And um…do you think maybe we could go to the saloon sometime and get dinner? Just you and me?"

"You wanna take me on a date?" you said, trying not to get your hopes up and failing miserably.

"If you want," Sebastian said with a shy smile. You walked forward and kissed him softly.

"I'd love that."

#stardew valley #sdv smut #stardew #stardew sebastian #stardew smut #stardew valley sebastian #stardew sebastian x reader #stardew fanfic #sdv fanfic #my writing

[yummygender]

Kinktober day 3: Crawl

Loki x Grandmaster

(In this one, I tried to make the grandmaster less toxic and more protective. It’ll be explained in the story how and why he changed. He still is a little shit *affectionate* Hope you liked it, I had to google expensive wines 🍷)

Loki knew that the Grandmaster was a toxic person, imprisoning people whenever he wanted and make them battle to the death…but something changed. He was…letting them go?

“What?”

“I let them leave. I gave them a ship and basic supplies…so they could survive.”

“Why?”

Loki stared at the elder immortal as the Grandmaster smiled sadly.

“I’m an old man, Loki…I can’t do the things I used to do…”

“That doesn’t explain why though.”

The Grandmaster sipped his wineglass as he chuckled and hummed.

“I did it because you and your brother made me realize something…something that I almost forgot…”

“Which was?”

“…that love truly does exist.”

Loki froze as the Grandmaster turned to him with another glass of wine in his hand. He offered it to Loki but when Loki made it clear he didn’t trust the man, the Grandmaster dumped the wine out and scanned his collection of alcohol.

“What wine do you like?”

“How do I know that it’s not poisoned?”

“You really think I’d waste perfectly good wine to poison you? It’s a fresh bottle. Barely touched, never opened.”

The god of mischief sat down as he picked up the glass and slowly sipped on the wine, the fermented taste making him feel better.

“Mmm…is this Port?”

“Yes, only the finest of the collection.”

Guess the Grandmaster wasn’t kidding, who’d ruin Port wine with poison?

Loki continued sipping on his wine as the Grandmaster watched, his age and what little wisdom he had started to show in his eyes while watching Loki enjoy himself for once. He knew that Loki was just faking his enjoyment to get closer to him, but he didn’t care. At first, that’s just what their relationship was. Transactions. Loki got special attention and privileges while the Grandmaster finally had someone to spoil and care for. Loki was his precious little sugar baby who he’d wouldn’t trade for in the world. Not even the infinity stones.

But after awhile, The Grandmaster began to lose interest in the battles and the contest of champions. He didn’t need anything like that anymore, he had Loki…and not for entertainment, no. This was different. This was special.

“Grandmaster?”

The Grandmaster gently rubbed his head as he began to focus on Loki.

“Y-yes…yes dear?”

Loki was completely a-taken back by the Grandmaster’s nickname, but kept talking.

“Are you sure there’s not another reason for this?”

The Grandmaster paused as he finished his glass. Should he tell him? Well, he couldn’t just say nothing…

“Loki, before you and your brother arrived, I never ever met anyone who could…who dared fight against me…”

“…are you kidding?”

“No…not at all…”

The two continued to discuss what happened as Loki eventually spoke up.

“So you think that letting them go would instantly make it better?”

“No, but it’s a start. Right?”

The two men frowned, the room turning stuffy as they finished their wine and returned to talking.

“I suppose…”

“Loki…I want to be better. I promise…”

Loki took his hand and began to read his mind, revealing that he was telling the truth.

“Uhh…you ok, Loki?”

The younger god slowly pulled his hand away as they stared into each other’s eyes for awhile, Loki standing up and walking over to the Grandmaster as he knelt before him.

“H-hey! Whoa whoa whoa!! There’s no need to do that!!”

“…but…I want to.”

“Why? I-I kidnapped you!! I…I forced your brother to fight!! I did all theses horrible things!!! Why?!”

Loki paused as he kept his head down.

“…because you want to change…like I do…”

“This isn’t…this…it’s not good, Loki! We can’t change each other like this!!!”

The Grandmaster raised a brilliant point. How could they change with each other when the reason they find the other one attractive was because of the actions that they’ve been trying to make up for and never do again? How could that work?

“I…I don’t know, but I wanna try.”

“Loki…”

The Grandmaster sighed as he gently patted Loki’s head.

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“Because I can be~”

The two began to giggle and chuckle at the severe absurdity of the situation as the Grandmaster gently ran his fingers through the younger god’s hair.

“You’re such a sweetheart…”

“So are you…”

Loki kept kneeling before the elder immortal as he kept petting the trickster’s hair.

“I…I hope this isn’t…”

“No, it’s great. I like it~”

The Grandmaster smiled as he gently placed a kiss on Loki’s forehead, quickly pulling away as his face turned red.

“I’m so sorry, I have…I have no idea what came over me…”

The trickster smirked as he inched closer.

“Oh? Then you wouldn’t mind doing it again?”

“You’re drunk, this isn’t right.”

“But I love you…”

The Grandmaster bit his lip as he got an idea.

“I love you too…”

Loki blushed as he crawled up closer to the older man, said man feeling a bit uncomfortable at first, but once he saw that Loki was ok with it…began to smile as he gently pushed Loki away.

“Again~” The Grandmaster whispered, his voice smooth like butter, which only made Loki want to impress and please him more.

He wasn’t sure why Loki was so happy to obey such a silly and goofy command. In fact, at first bit was just a joke. Some twisted game he liked to play…but just like with their relationship…the minute Loki took it seriously, the Grandmaster began to enjoy it. He chuckled at Loki’s swaying hips and kitty actions while the young god laid his head on the older immortal’s lap, purring as the Grandmaster gently caressed his cheek.

“Perhaps I’ve been a little too hesitant and hard on you, little one…”

“More?”

“More what?”

“Wanna see me do it again?”

The Grandmaster laughed as he continued to rub Loki’s cheek.

“If you want to, dear…”

#fanfiction #fanfic #loki x grandmaster #frostmaster #kinktober

[glitchydyke]

WAIT OMG only seeing your tags on that thing now !!!!! TELL ME ABT CHAT NOIR IF YOU WANT i don't actually know anything abt him and i heart characters who act like me GDGFHFFJFJFJ ALSO HI

HIIII MARS OKAY SO. what you need to know abt chat noir is. he’s silly. at his base at his core at the fundamentals of who he is as a person. hes a silly guy. this is integral to him. he also has the most fucking issues you will ever know of in your life <333

he grew up as a sheltered rich kid, only really knowing his parents and the people that worked in their house. and then his mum died (well. ‘died’. dw abt it) and he was left w just his dad and his house,, kind of became a prison. his entire life he’s known nothing except his parents and then one of them is gone and the other is so distant he barely knows him at all. he’s also made to be a model for his dad’s company, which he… both doesn’t enjoy and does? it’s bittersweet. he likes feeling useful, feeling needed, but also his face is all over paris and there’s people telling them they love him when they don’t even know him and never will. he’s a kid and he’s the most famous person in france. he’s beloved by the world and he’s spoken to maybe ten people in his life. he doesn’t know who he is. and then eventually he convinces his dad to let him go to school, and he’s so excited because finally, this is a chance to be a person. he’s never been a person before. it’s a rocky start, he makes some friends and he makes some enemies. and he doesn’t really know how to deal with that. everyone likes him. he’s the perfect child. he’s the face of paris. how do you deal with someone not liking you when that’s all you’ve ever strived for in your entire life? how do you enjoy the first freedom you’ve ever had in your life when you’ve upset someone else in the process? is your being there really worth it if you’ve inconvenienced someone else? were you better off staying in your house? he struggles with it a little.

but then he gets his ring, gets the chance to be a hero, gets the chance to be chat noir, and suddenly his freedom is his own. he doesn’t need to keep up expectations. he doesn’t need to be adrien agreste, son of gabriel agreste. he doesn’t need to be adrien agreste, best friend of chloé bourgeois. he doesn’t need to be adrien agreste, the boy who doesn’t even know who he is. he gets to decide who he is. for the first time in his life, he’s given the chance to be who he wants to be, and he runs with it. he’s suave, he’s confident, he’s outspoken, he has the whole of the city laid out before him to explore. and he has a friend, a real friend, someone who he’s partners with. equals. it’s not a business transaction, or an exchange. sure, they’re partners in the work sense too, but this is different. ladybug is different. she’s a little shy at first, which is cute, but when he sees her? really sees her? she’s everything he wishes he could be. she’s smart, she’s brave, she stands up for herself and the citizens of paris and does what she knows is right regardless of what consequences it may cause for her personally. she’s the fire that adrien wants for himself, she’s his hero in every sense of the word. and things are good, for a while. they have their episode-of-the-week adventures. he flirts, she scolds him, sometimes things become a little tense, but it’s okay. they work so well together. and he makes progress as adrien too - fixes the mistakes he made, solidifies a friendship with marinette, gets the school life, the normal life, he’s dreamed of.

it doesn’t stay perfect for long, though. new heroes arrive. ladybug drifts away, slowly but surely. he understands - her miraculous is more powerful than his, in its own way. she’s the centre of the world. she’s the hero. it makes sense that she’d get to know things he doesn’t, get to have abilities he doesn’t. he understands, he really does. but that resentment still sits with him. his entire life, he’s been the obedient one. he’s listened to his parents, to his staff, to his best - only - friend. he’s given up everything. he’s given up himself - he discarded who he could be in favour of what he was told he needed to be. he left behind adrien agreste to the point of uninventing himself entirely. chat noir was supposed to be different. chat noir was supposed to be freedom. and yet here he is again, kept in the dark, told to be patient, to leave it alone, that it’s for his own good. everything is always for his own good. he never gets a life all of his own, but it’s for his own good. there are things you can’t know. he wants to leave this behind. so he does, for a while. he’s sick of the secrets and the lies. why have two lives where you don’t exist when you can just narrow it down to one? what’s the point of an alter ego if they’re just the same as the first version of you? what’s the point of being part of a duo when the other person doesn’t need you anymore? adrien agreste doesn’t like his life, not entirely. but now neither does chat noir. he always comes back, though. always. maybe he’s mad at ladybug, sure, but he loves her. she loves him. they make it work. it’s strained.

as adrien, he starts to stand up for himself a little more. he quits modelling. stands up to lila, someone who lies and deceives and tricks people in ways that adrien can’t stand. keeps a shaky friendship with kagami, the girl he loves and dates but isn’t quite in love with. it’s going okay, he supposes. he still wishes things with ladybug were different, were the same, but sure. whatever. he’s dealing with it.

the other heroes thing doesn’t work out. most of them are fine - good, even. rena rouge, carapace, ryuko, viperion. they bring new powers to the table, new thought processes, they help. he makes friends with them, he likes them. and then they’re gone. suddenly the miraculouses are gone. no more heroes. no more team. just him and ladybug, the way it used to be. the way he wanted it to be. but it’s bad. it’s wrong. it’s put paris in danger. but now, with nothing left, ladybug finally sees him. which is what chat noir wanted all along, really. not for the other heroes to leave. not to have ladybug all to himself. just for her to want him as more than the comedic relief. to appreciate him. to know him. she’s his world, she’s the one constant he has in both of his lives, she’s everything to him. and so seeing her drift away, seeing her start to not need him, realising that maybe she never needed him - it stung. but now with just the two of them left, she sees him for who he is. who he’s always been. her own hero.

anyway this got long and i haven’t even gone into detail abt some fucked up episodes. like chat blanc which focuses on his fucking desperation to be loved and to hold onto that love at any cost. or desperada where he watches ladybug die again and again and spends years trying to save her before having to accept that he’s never going to be able to do it. or kuro neko where he creates an entirely new identity for himself because ladybug doesn’t want him anymore but maybe he can change himself into someone she does want. moral of the story is chat noir is such a fucking character holy shit

just. chat noir is about having the power of destruction and using it to create yourself. he’s about not knowing who you are. he’s about that fundamental human craving to be loved - and don’t even get me started on that, because human isn’t even a word that really applies to him anymore. all he wants is to be loved. that’s all he’s ever wanted, after a lifetime of growing up alone. all he wants is to be someone worthy of love.

#mars. he’s fucking insane. #ml starts out as a kiddy show okay for the first few seasons you’re like this is literally a kids show #but god. fucking. when you get to lila. kagami. felix. emilie. #felix will also drive you insane i think but that’s a whole other thing w a lot of spoilers #and i was already skirting around spoilers writing this so. #just. fucking hell. he’s on my kinlist for a reason. #asks #marcy 💗 #mj.thoughts

[bfictioncorner]

Pink Sweater (Hopper x OC/Reader)

(Omg I’ve forgotten how to write fic summaries.)

Pairing: Chief Hopper x OC (or reader if you wanna change the name and pretend)

Rating: PG-13/R 

Warnings/content: erotic dancing, daddy kink (mild), grinding, over-the-clothes stuff...

Summary: Hopper meets a new dancer at a local joint but can’t place where he knows her from.

Author Note:

Okay finally posting this after sitting on it for like a year for a few different reasons... Sort of a self-insert/OC type of situation, inspired by boredom and downtime while actually working on set of the actual show (yes... I’m cringe like that; I did background work on Stranger Things and wrote this up.)

Enjoy?

Long nights on duty were disorienting, and definitely lonely. Despite knowing the next morning he would see the guys at the station, and the same waitresses at the diners and coffee shops, and, eventually, Joyce and one of the many children in her kids’ friend group, the late night patrols put Jim in a weird headspace. A very liminal headspace that reminded him a little too much of some of the weirder ongoings in the town.

It probably wasn’t a good look, but after nights like those, he would allow himself to sneak off to Gallyan’s. At least the name was somewhat discreet, and not something like “Peaches” or “Twin Spires”. Not that it mattered. He was the Chief of Police, and could get away with it. Or, the truth, he knew, was that people were aware of his less-than-professional behavior, and just let it slide. Who else was going to do his job? The law enforcement presence in Hawkins was small and bumbling, and hardly ever needed. The most he ever needed to do was break up fights outside bars, and even then he didn’t care to do that. 

It was a Tuesday night at Gallyan’s (more like Wednesday morning at 2am). Jim hadn’t been there in a few months. He sat in his vehicle, just outside the cheap neon signage, debating on if he was even really feeling it. He needed something to get him out of his funk. Not coffee, not pills, not something that would make it worse. He wasn’t particularly in the mood, but it was worth a try. 

“Okay…” he breathed out. He finished his cigarette hurriedly, and slammed the door behind him. 

Walking into the place, he kept his hat tipped low, and his blue jacket on, just covering his badge. The doormen were still well aware it was him, mumbling a greeting and not even asking for an entry fee.

The further in he got, Jim finally, slowly, removed his hat, brow staying low with his glance cast down. He shouldn’t have felt weird or bad about being there, but he recognized a lot of sleazy faces he’d detained in the past, and it was just uncomfortable.

“Hi handsome, how are you tonight?” a gentle voice asked him, right as he sat at a far away table.

“Fine…” Jim trailed off as he looked the woman up and down. She was all of five feet tall (maybe some change with the heels, but still tiny), and dressed in a very subtle, pink lingerie set.

Something about her short stature and black bangs seemed familiar. Those features weren’t super defining, but they stood out enough and he couldn’t tell why…

“I’m Goldie,” the dancer said, closing the space between her and the chief’s lap.

“Oh, like Goldilocks. Is that because of your long, blonde locks?” Jim smiled sarcastically, eyes trailing over her black hair.

“Mmmhmm. Don’t have three bears, though… Just looking at one big one.” She bit her tongue in a cheeky smile, sliding down onto his lap fully. 

Jim started fishing around for his wallet. As much as being called a “bear” surprisingly turned him on, he knew she was just trying to initiate a transaction. Fair enough.

“How much? $50? $100? I gotta say, I don’t think I’ve noticed you here before, but you’re probably one of the more expensive dancers, right?”

“I’ll take that, even though $50 is still a bit low…” She had to chuckle at him. “This one’s on me.”

“Nothing’s ever free, Goldie. What do you want? I had a long shift. Let me pay whatever you want upfront.”

Jim couldn’t understand why she was laughing again, or being sweet on him. Like genuinely sweet, and laughing as if she was shy about something.

“Listen, if you’re trying to offer some other services, maybe it’s best you don’t.” He clinked at his badge with his index finger.

“I’m not offering that,” Goldie sighed pointedly. “Let me give you this one on the house, and just join me out back for a drink after. My shifts get long and stressful too, you know. Sometimes I just want company.” There was that sweet little smirk again.

Goldie was talking to him like she knew him. He still couldn’t think if he’d known her from somewhere. But why him?

Most girls around the club had been dancing to a soundtrack of fast paced hair metal. It wasn’t terrible, but the energy was a bit much for that hour of the night/morning. However (maybe by Goldie’s subtle request), the next track eased into “Dance the Night Away”, a little more soft and mellow. 

Goldie’s moves were refreshingly gentle and loving. In fact, she had a hard time not looking back at Jim with heavy lids and a flirtatious glance. 

She sank against his broad, warm body, leaning against his chest and feeling his breath against her ear. He smelled smokey and like beer (even though he hadn’t had a drink yet). It was a fitting and weirdly endearing scent.

She placed his big hands firmly around her waist, allowing him to pull her over his crotch. The uniform fabric, from his thick thighs to the tightness below his belt, was so taut and inviting. Goldie couldn’t help but run her hands over those legs, lingering over the plush outer sides of his ass.

Jim used his firm grip to turn her to face him.

“Ah, ah,” she chastised, gleefully, “I’m giving the dance here.”

He replied with a small, shot down glance. She loved being so tiny compared to him and telling him what to do.

After a moment of some sways here and there, Goldie settled back onto the officer’s lap, squeezing her thighs around the width of his. She smoothed her little hands over his chest--his pecs straining slightly under his shirt. He was just so big all around.

“Don’t mind me…” She plucked open the top shirt button, and then the one after that. Seeing his chest hair peek out the top, she raked her pink fingernails through it. 

Her hands continued roaming around, gripping his soft waist, then his shoulders, then giving in to the urge to smooth her fingers over his rugged beard. She just about purred at the feel of it. Jim took notice, and discreetly slid his hands over her backside, all while offering a playful grin.

“Keep it over the panties, Chief,” she murmured.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She liked that a lot.

The song kept going as she continued to grind rhythmically against his crotch. His tight pants had only gotten tighter, and his hardness started to rub friction in the right spot for her. But she couldn’t let that happen. Not tonight, or at least not at work.

She pressed his head to her chest, trying to ease off of the grinding slowly. Even his stubble felt delicious against her bosom. He breathed in how much she smelled like cherry candy and whiskey--an interesting combo, but one that fit her small, friendly demeanor.

The song faded out, and just like that, Poison was playing over the speakers, and Goldie was off his lap. 

Jim was afraid that was it. Not only would he be left halfway pitching a tent, but he still didn’t know where he knew Goldie from.

Disappointed, he sank against his chair and lit a smoke. 

“Come on…” A tiny touch accompanied the voice. Goldie now stood beside him with a bottle of Evan Williams. “I’m off duty and so are you, so let’s have that drink.”

The big chief followed the petite dancer down the back halls and out an emergency exit. The bouncers wouldn’t have usually allowed anyone clearance, but they recognized Jim all too well, and could see that Goldie was leading him around, like a puppy.

They emerged into the brisk early morning air. Goldie, now draped in a big leather jacket, looked so small and so much younger than she first looked in the dim lights. 

She teasingly swiped the cigarette from Jim’s lips, smoking on it herself. “I gotta say, I’ve been hoping I’d get to see you here. It’s kinda weird.” She bundled herself against him for extra warmth, and he absent-mindedly wrapped an arm around her.

“Where have I seen you?” he smiled. In most other cities, if someone seemed familiar, it was just a coincidence or something. But Hawkins was small. People only had so many places to go, and so many people to run into.

“Do you remember doing Career Day a year and a half ago? At Hawkins High, for the seniors?” 

He sort of did. Most days were hazy due to weird hours, liquor, and boredom. 

“Guess you could say I didn’t take you up on the summer job… Or any of those jobs, haha.” She handed the stubby cigarette back to Jim.

That petite frame, the fluffy dark hair, the pink… It reminded Jim of a student who, after the Career Day presentations, awkwardly approached him. Super shy, and dressed very modestly in a pink sweater, pink tights, and a long blue church skirt.

The student, in question, bashfully asked if the station was hiring anyone to help with filing, or even cleaning and errand running. Jim told them to go speak to Flo if she wanted any help. But it didn’t seem to really matter. The girl kind of lingered, eyes looking him up and down while blushing.

“Sorry, had a crush on you,” Goldie blurted, a bit more bluntly than she meant. 

The corner of Jim’s lip curled up. He leaned his hip and shoulder against the wall, while slightly craning down to look into her eyes. “I’m probably old enough to be your dad.”

A giddy chill ran down Goldie’s spine. “I’m still a grown woman. I know my tastes. My tastes are pretty mature.” She bit her lip, meeting his gaze. “Maybe I’m into the dad-type.”

She glanced at him with a touch more lust in her words.

“So you had a crush on me. Huh.”

“Didn’t say it went away…”

Jim’s eyes darted around for a moment, masking the fact that he was a bit flattered and flustered.

Goldie could see through, though, and handed him the bottle of bourbon.

“So… if you want… I can give you my number, and maybe—“

“You come see me here again,” Goldie responded with a wink. “For now.”

“Fair enough.” Jim smiled, and offered back the bottle.

#chief hopper fic #jim hopper fic #hopper fic #hopper x reader #hopper x oc #chief hopper smut #jim hopper x oc #chief hopper x oc

[tearlessrain]

2, 10, 19, 24 for Mallory pleas anf thank u

eeey thank! (ask meme)

2. What relationship did your Tav have with their family/guardian(s) growing up? Has that changed with age? He didn't really, he's got the urchin background and the only thing he knows about any immediate family he might have is that one of his parents was at least part dragon. Very few memories of his early childhood but he's pretty sure he must have spent his first few years in an orphanage or getting passed between short term caretakers. The only person he was close to growing up was a human kid around his age named Alec, they stuck together and generally watched each other's backs until their late teens (they were still close, but Mallory was being isolated/manipulated by Darius and Alec got into thievery. he eventually got killed during a high risk burglary that went very wrong, and Mallory has partially blamed himself ever since).

The Emperor took Alec's form in large part because he's the only person Mallory wouldn't have been 100% suspicious of from the start (and for a while he was starting to let himself believe that it could have actually been Alec coming back somehow). This backfired horribly later when the truth came out because he was pissed. Emperor kinda shot itself in the foot with that one.

10. What would your Tav consider to be their greatest skill? Is this accurate? He's very proud of his magical aptitude (and is kind of one of Those Sorcerers, though to be fair a lot of the wizards he's met were dicks to him first), and it's definitely warranted. he's got quite a lot of innate power and he's very good at controlling/channeling it for someone who's self taught.

though it's possible his actual greatest skill is talking the undead into killing themselves. not for nothing is he a charisma-based caster.

19. What is your Tav’s greatest desire? Freedom and agency, I think. He spent most of his life before the tadpole being either limited by circumstances or controlled by other people, and it's always grated on him. Man just wants to have a life, and a genuine non-transactional relationship or two. Not really surprising that he ended up meshing well with Astarion.

24. What first impression does your Tav give off to strangers? He tends to give the impression of a moderately flirtatious socialite who possibly thinks he's better than you. it's a very curated image that served him well in the politely cutthroat social circles he previously had to navigate, but it doesn't generally endear him to people who aren't catty upper class mages, and it sometimes sneaks through even when he's trying to tone it down. he's also a bit defensive and prone to assuming the worst intentions.

if you can get past the first interaction and he gets more comfortable he'll mellow out quite a lot and be generally much more pleasant and even enjoyable to interact with, but that first interaction definitely turns some people off.

#ask meme #if he doesn't get more comfortable he will absolutely not become less insufferable and will instead turn up the snark #tearless vs bg3

[swaps55]

ooh I'm gonna need that moonlit walk one stat <3

WIP Tag meme

So, Sam and Kaidan's moonlit walk-and talk where Sam talks about his dad was the first part of Your Mess Is Mine to exist, and it was written eons before the rest of the story. And when I wrote it, I doodled this first kiss AU, because...well, I wanted to, lol, but when the rest of the story got written, I thought Let the Walls Cave In was stronger, so this one got stuck in a drawer.

I liked it enough, though, that I held onto it.

~

Shepard taps the branch with his fingers. “He wanted to take me to Earth. Show me where humanity came from. I wasn’t interested. Couldn’t understand why he wanted to look back when everything was out there.” He gestures up at the sky. “So we never went. There was so much he wanted to teach me, and I blew him off because he worked a desk job while my mom flew a starship, and what could I possibly learn from him?”

The bitterness in his voice cuts like a knife. He scrubs the back of his hand across the corner of his eye.

“I always saw him as an anchor. I wanted to be like my mother, not like him. My mother was the hero, the person everyone looked up to and respected. Including me. Took me too long to realize that respect and love were two very different things.”

“She’s your mother. It’s not something you should have had to learn from her.”

He shakes his head. “She’s not my mother. She’s a superior officer. Always has been, and nothing I do will ever change it. It took losing my father to figure that out. I was so stupid.”

“No, you weren’t,” Kaidan insists. “You were a kid.”

Shepard huffs. “I thought so much of her, and so little of him. Until Anderson gave me a copy of his service record after he disappeared. I’d never even thought to look at it before. Do you know what I found?”

Kaidan shakes his head, heart aching.

“He was N1. He and Anderson did ICT together. His proficiency scores were better than Anderson’s. He had an invitation to go back to the Villa for N2.”

“Why didn’t he take it?”

“Because of me,” Shepard says, voice breaking. “He gave up spec ops and requested a posting on Arcturus to raise me. I took that from him.”

“Doesn’t sound to me like you took anything. He chose you.”

And your mother didn’t.

“And look how I repaid him.”

Kaidan takes a step closer. Their biotic fields mingle with a hum. “I’m willing to bet he didn’t see it as a debt.”

“I guess I’ll never know, will I?”

And you’ve spent over ten years trying to repay it anyway, haven’t you? To Shepard, everything comes down to what pieces of himself he can carve off for others. How, why, can’t he see himself as anything other than a transaction?

Shepard turns away to head back towards the path, but Kaidan reaches out and grabs for his hand. Later, he’ll think about how seamlessly their fingers lace, like they’ve done it their whole lives instead of for the first time. But now, there’s no time to think. He pulls Shepard to him, hooks his other hand around Shepard’s neck and kisses him.

It’s easy. Effortless. Just like breathing. Not something he has to think about, control, figure out. His lips on Shepard’s just is, soft and warm and full of hope, like some crucial missing part of him has just snapped into place.

When they part, Shepard blinks, an almost curious look in his eyes. Curious, but not surprised, not dismayed, even though Kaidan’s heart is beating so loud Shepard has to hear it. Kaidan doesn’t let go of his hand and still cups the back of his neck, and Shepard doesn’t pull away.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” Kaidan murmurs.

Shepard searches his face some more, like he’s looking at Kaidan for the first time, before reaching up with the hand not clasped in Kaidan’s to stroke his cheek, curiosity melting into wonder.

“What do you see?” he asks, voice soft.

The answer falls out of his mouth before his brain has time to think about it. “Infinity.”

Shepard’s thumb strokes his jaw, and then nothing else matters because Shepard kisses him back.

#swaps replies #cronusamporaofficial #mememe #meme replies #snippet

[valkyrieelysia18]

Owl House AU: Protagonist Swap

Hey there everyone! Not sure if this will ever turn into a story, but it’s been something that has been rattling around in my brain since I was reading Hollow Mind AU: The Empress and the Boy by TheSealer on Archive of Our Own. Here’s the link if you want to check it out https://archiveofourown.org/works/39244665/chapters/98197797.

So, this is mainly just my notes on how I would do Philip in this kind of an AU as well as a couple of other notes on some other details.

Philip Wittebane: Modern Version

He grew up in foster care with his older brother Caleb. His parents died before he could really remember them. Caleb does though and Philip is really attached to him. Part of Phillip’s character growth will be him acknowledging his brother as his own person and accepting they may end up on different paths in life. Has been through quite a few foster homes, generally the less liked of the siblings.

He has some serious anger issues as well as a hard time admitting when he’s wrong. Might also be the autism spectrum. Generally, works better alone despite others’ attempts to get him to socialize. His current foster parents happily jumped at the social worker’s recommendation to send him to a facility to help with those issues. This will lead into his journey into the Boiling Isles.

He loves history and science, like Luz part of his disconnect with his peers is that most kids aren’t interested in what he is. Gives him quite a lot of interesting trivia. He actually doesn’t like fantasy, doesn’t understand why Caleb loves it so much. While Luz’s journey in canon was about going too far into fantasy into escapism, Philip’s journey will have him realize the importance of fantasy and how the two realms are equally horrific and wonderful.

In terms of sexuality and romance, Philip is still trying to figure himself out. Might be something the Isles gives him a hand with.

Coming to the Isles was far from consensual and Philip will be spending his time trying to find a way back to the Human Realm. This is complicated by the fact the Empress is a human hater whose philosophy is well spread on the Isles and is planning on invasion and genocide. He probably wouldn’t have lasted 24 hours had he not been taken in by his mentor.

The Mentor: Kasarana Clawthorne

A mysterious witch and a powerful Oracle, she saves Philip and takes him. Their relationship starts off seemingly transactional (you clean my house and do chores, I let you stay, and you’ll be protected) eventually shifts into a genuine bond. However, unlike Eda being a Reluctant Mentor, Kasarana is a Mentor with an Agenda and is guiding Philip to eventually stand against the Empress. She does grow to care for him, despite her attempts to keep some distance between them.

In spite of all that, Philip would probably say she is the best foster parent he has ever had. Which says a lot about his past foster parents.

She has periods of ill health that she has to take medication for. This is due to a curse she has which she refuses to discuss with anyone save the house demon.

Her appearance is that of a slender pale witch in her late thirties/early forties though she’s implied to be a quite a bit older than that. She has long dark blue wavy hair and light crystal blue eyes. She mostly dresses in cool colors: blues, purples, and greens.

She is probably one of the few witches Empress Luzura seems hesitant to deal with. The Empress seems to hold her in great respect and care, a feeling which is not mutual with Kasarana feeling nothing but hatred and contempt. However, the Oracle seems to go to great lengths to not confront her directly. They share a history and Kasarana is the only one other than The Collector to know about the Empress’ true identity, plans, and motivations.

She is quite the bibliophile, having an extensive library. She especially has a lot of books from the human world. The selection ranges from Dante’s Inferno to a Harry Potter expy (the latter of which Philip definitely judges her for).

There are other Clawthornes on the Isles, but she isn’t in regular contact with them as they are on the side of the Empress.

Her palisman is a white Dove named Desdemona.

Miscellaneous 

There will be a House Demon that helps Kasarana in guiding Philip though I don’t have a clear picture of them yet. 

Terra Snapdragon will be around Philip’s age and will be his first true friendship. Might also develop romantic feelings later down the line.

In an interesting twist, Philip actually meets Caleb’s canon witch lover before he does, who will be a Clawthorne in this story. The two don’t get along first, Philip due to his issues and her due to buying into the Empress’ propaganda on humans. She considers them horrible inferior creatures and suffice to say both of them have quite a bit of growing up to do. They do eventually develop an older sister/younger brother dynamic.

Much like Luz, Philip will also eventually carve his own Palisman though unlike her, he will figure out his own goal.

Empress Luzura thinks that being The Collector’s friend means she has a degree of control over him, and she can get him to do what she wants. Spoiler Alert: She is wrong. VERY WRONG.

Well, that’s what I’ve got so far! If you have any suggestions or think I should pursue this further, hit me up.

#owl house #phillip wittebane #owl house au

[authorautumnbanks]

How To Tame A Sorcerer (24)

Kagome takes in the hopeful expression painted on Satoru's face. The way his blue eyes peek over the rim of his glasses, to the way his body shifts tension from one side to the other. The black shirt in her hands weighs next to nothing, but at the moment, it may as well be a pile of bricks.

She wants to say yes. But then her mind reminds her of how she promised to always remain at InuYasha's side, and well, she clearly isn't with him now. For all she knows, she could get sent back at any moment. And could she really throw away the chance of seeing her family and friends again? Kagome averts her eyes, stares at an imaginary speck of dust on the floor.

"I'm scared that I won't be able to keep such a promise." She looks back at him, clutches the shirt to her chest. "What if I get sent back? I might not have a choice." What she needs is for him to understand. The last thing she wants to do is break his heart if the jewel or the well sends her back to her world. A wave of power thrums in her chest, sending vibrations of warmth throughout.

Was the Shikon trying to tell her something?

"I'm not hearing a no," Satoru says, plucking the shirt from her and tossing it onto the bed. He grabs her hand and places it on his chest, where his heart beats. "Besides, you can't say no after accepting my ring."

"You said that it wasn't a proposal," she says, her voice shaky. She wonders how he could find diamonds that matched the exact shade of his eyes; it couldn't have been a spur-of-the-moment transaction.

"It isn't. A promise of my intent."

She bites her bottom lip, flexes her free hand, and takes in the firm, but gentle hold he has over her. "But what if I don't have a choice?" Kagome needs him to understand that if they go down this route, that they could set themselves up for heartbreak. Another pulse of energy resonates in her veins. Who is she kidding? She's already too deep into it.

"Since when do we allow fear to control us?"

His phone goes off. The noise of the vibrations against the wooden nightstand cuts through the room.

Kagome tilts her head and smiles. "What's the point of asking my opinion if you've already decided what the outcome will be?"

"I read an article that a lack of communication is killer to a relationship."

"I mean the article isn't wrong. Have you never been in a serious relationship?"

"Nah," he responds, looking over at his phone. "It's probably Ijichi. We've gotten nothing packed." He sighs, letting go of her hand to answer his phone.

She thinks about how freely he gives his affection and the way he pulls her close when he gets back from a long day of teaching and exorcising curses. He's never pushed her to be something that she isn't, nor has he ever made her feel like she's less than, despite his egotistical proclamations of being the strongest. It's easy—too easy in how they've fallen into this relationship. She can't recall any arguments that have left her storming out of the apartment.

It hits her so suddenly that she staggers back. Since when does she allow fear to stop her from going after what she wants? The Shikon sends another warming wave of power throughout her body. Satoru ends his call and looks over at her, crossing his arms.

"What's with all the fluctuations?"

"I'll stay," she responds, ignoring his question. How is she supposed to explain something she doesn't understand herself?

He meets her halfway and lifts her up. Her legs wrap around him as he backs them towards a wall. Kagome holds back a wince as her legs are still sore from earlier. "Seriously," she half groans out at the feel of him hardening underneath her.

"We've got about 20 minutes until Ijichi gets here." He peppers kisses along the corners of her mouth.

"You're trying to kill me," she says. Kagome thinks back to his reasoning for not taking her with him, and while she won't ever admit to him, she has to agree that at this rate, nothing will ever get accomplished. Satoru kisses her deeply in response.

She apologizes to Ijichi-san for both of them.

"Yuji-kun, you're back!" Kagome greets while mixing the cookie dough ingredients together. "What's wrong?" She stops mixing and takes in the beat-down appearance that marks his face and posture.

"The curses today," he starts, voice cracking, "they were humans." His body trembles. "I killed someone."

Kagome frowns and sets the bowl on the counter. She dusts her hands on the pink frilly apron and pulls Yuji in for a hug. This time she is prepared for Sukuna's prodding, so she pushes down her initial reaction to purify the king of curses, and instead takes in the brute force of Yuji's despair. "You set them free." She runs a hand through his pink hair. His body sags against hers. "If they looked like curses, then I'm willing to bet that their souls were crying out for relief. You gave them that salvation."

"I just—I want to protect people."

"I know, I know. It's alright." She pulls back and palms the sides of his face. "I'm making chocolate chip cookies. We'll actually get to eat some since Satoru isn't here to steal all of them."

"Do you think Gojo-sensei has ever killed anyone?"

"Probably," she says, "but I can't say for certain. I've never asked him." Though in her gut, she is positive that Satoru has. "I mean, there are probably other curse users out there. I doubt that all of them turn into curses."

"Sensei isn't a bad person because of it," Yuji says, standing up to his full height. "Kagome-san, have you ever…"

"Only demons, but still. A life is a life, regardless of how different our chemical makeups may be."

"You sympathize with demons? Aren't they inherently evil like curses?"

"Curses are born from the negative emotions of people, right?" She scoops out some of the dough. "Demons have families just like us. Their lifespan and the things that they can accomplish exceeds what we can do. Not all want to cause chaos and destroy humanity in the way that curses are hyper-focused on attacking humans." She rolls the dough into small balls and places them on the pan. "Curses are like predators. They see humans—their prey, and attack because it's instinctive. Demons and humans are more like hunters. We assess the situation before making a move. Some humans kill for the heck of it and some demons are content with living their lives." Kagome opens the oven and puts the cookies in to bake. She grabs her phone off the counter and sets a timer.

"Thanks, Kagome-san," Yuji says, smiling. "I'm going to take a shower before dinner." He walks out of the kitchen, leaving Kagome with her thoughts.

The next morning, Yuji appears more at peace as he leaves with Ijichi-san. Something along the lines of finding a potential curse user from the Satozakura High School. Kagome hands Yuji a bento and instructs him to call her if anything comes up. It's not that she doesn't trust Ijichi-san. The man is nothing but dependable, but utterly useless if a fight breaks out.

She hums as she gathers the laptop and the bookbag full of notes that Satoru left for her. She arranges the papers on the coffee table and gets comfortable on the couch. It isn't a lot, but she was able to convince Satoru to let her help him out as an unofficial assistant. Her phone rings right as she opens up the laptop.

"Hello," she answers.

"What are you wearing?" Satoru asks. There's a loud boom on the other end of the phone. A scream follows shortly after.

"Are you exorcising a curse right now?"

"Just ignore that. You wearing that green skirt I like?"

Kagome glances down at her jeans. "No, I'm wearing jeans. You should be focusing," she lectures. Would it hurt him to be a little more careful?

"Eh, these things are weak. I don't know why I had to be the one to travel all this way."

"Yuji-kun killed a human that was turned into a curse yesterday. He was pretty upset about it." She puts him on speaker and reaches for one of the papers on the coffee table. "If you're able to, I think we should do something with him when you get back."

"Like a mini-vacay?"

"We could," she replies, frowning at the commotion on his end. "Why don't you call me back when you aren't busy?"

"I'm free right now," he says. "Just ignore the screams. I have everything under control."

Kagome closes her eyes. "I thought of something you could bring back. Condoms."

"What was that? Oh, one of them is trying to get away."

She shakes her head when the line goes dead. At least she got him off the phone. And besides, jokes on him because she picked some up yesterday after discovering that she needed a prescription to pick up Plan B.

It only takes a few… okay, it takes her all the way into the evening to decipher the notes and hand-drawn pictures to piece together a report. Kagome rubs her eyes. Too much staring at the screen is finally taking a toll. Huh. Yuji-kun should have come home by now, she thinks. The clock at the bottom of the screen reads 19:00. Maybe she should send him a text just to make sure that everything is okay.

Yuji: I'm joining Junpei and his mom for dinner! I hope that's okay.

Kagome: Of course, that's okay. Text me if you need anything.

She sets the phone back down and closes the laptop. It's kind of cute how he checks in with her.

Kagome doesn't pay any attention when Yuji leaves out the next day, though she blinks back the hurt when he rushes out the door without his lunch for the day. What she does pay attention to is the panic in Ijichi-san's voice when he calls her about Yuji taking off after this Junpei person.

She follows the sound of Yuji screaming at Sukuna to help and the laughter that follows the pleas. There's a man—no, a curse, with blue hair. And a monster that Yuji is hugging tightly. Kagome grips the bow. "Yuji-kun," she calls out, walking forward.

"K-Kagome-san, please help him."

She falters. Was this thing a human? It must show on her face because Yuji asks her again. Kagome swallows and reaches a hand out, touching its back. She feels the piercing gaze of Sukuna and the curse man watching her move. Please work, she prays, as the familiar feeling of her purification shoots forth, spreading through the monster's body.

"Well, isn't this interesting," the curse quips.

The monster shakes as the blue melts away and all is left is a husk of a young man. Yuji's eyes widen as he calls out, "Junpei."

"Thank you, Yuji," Junpei says, slumping down.

Kagome grits her teeth at the scene and turns to look at the curse. His patchwork face etches itself into her memory. "You did this?"

"You reversed my transfiguration, though I guess his body was too weak." He blurs out and appears in front of her, grabbing ahold of her and jumping back. "Now, now. Yuji. You wouldn't want the same fate to fall upon this woman."

"Let Kagome-san go," Yuji growls out, his fist-shaking.

This is bad, she thinks. Her purification rises just as his hand reaches into her soul. The Shikon pulses, reacting to the foreign cursed energy. Her vision blurs as the jewel darkens. Her heart pounds, pushing all of her blood flow to her eardrums. This is bad. She doesn't even want to think about the ramifications of what could happen if he continues to taint the Shikon.

"What is this," he murmurs, digging further into her.

"Kagome-san! Fight!" Yuji calls out.

Fight. Right, she promised she wouldn't hesitate. She latches on to that thought and forces the negative energy outward. Sweat drips down her brow as she struggles to contain it to just the curse. The worst thing would be Yuji-kun getting caught up in the blast. It hurts, her body aches, desperately wanting to let her purification run rampant, but she forces it to stay contained. His scream is the last thing she hears before everything goes dark, and she falls down. Kagome winces. Fuck, everything hurts. She struggles to raise herself up, just barely making out Yuji rushing forward. Distantly, she hears glass breaking.

"He could touch the Shikon," she says to herself as she grips her chest. She stands, grabbing her bow on her way and staggers out, once again following the familiar sounds of battle. Rest will have to wait.

She has to put an end to that curse now.

#gojo satoru x kagome #gojo x kagome #crossover pairings #jujutsu kaisen x inuyasha #kagome higurashi #gojo satoru fanfic #how to tame a sorcerer #inuyasha fanfiction #gojo satoru #anime #crossposted on ao3

[builder051]

What's my age again?

Chasing Ghosts

Warnings for drugs/addiction, talk regarding sexual predators (nothing actually happens)

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As soon as they pull into the pharmacy parking lot, Tasha points all the air vents at herself and kicks off her shoes.

"What do you think you're doing?" James asks,turning off the car,which automatically cuts off Tasha's breeze.

"I'm waiting in the car," Tasha says, a note of the obvious in her voice. "Turn my air back on."

"That's a waste of gas." James opens the drivers' side door. "And I'm not slaving for you."

"Oh, come on," Tasha whines, "I'll pay you back. She rummages in her purse until she finds her wallet. "I've got--shit." She pulls out a 5-dollar bill and a couple of crumpled ones. "Do you take credit? I've only got seven bucks on me."

"Do you know how much like an addict you sound?" James gives Tasha a hard look.

"You only know that because you're one, too," Tasha mumbles under her breath.

"I have doctor's orders," James says, though he knows it means nothing in the current argument.

"And what I need is over the counter," Tasha shoots back. "And I don't think they'll like any of my ID choices in there."

"Right... Your fake and your library card don't do the trick?"

Whatever social worker spit her out of high school and into college clearly hadn't ensured Tasha had enough life skills to take care of herself. Drivers' Ed must've been one of those special, expensive programs the foster system chose to overlook. Army basic may have been brutal on James, but he came out able to drive anything from a jeep to a tank.

That was before, though. James has one of those auto-renew drivers' licenses that's good for a solid 8 years, and it's still got time before its expiration date. Even though it's a medical hazard for him to drive, given his epilepsy and migraines and prosthetic arm, he is not, technically, breaking the law when he borrows Steve's car to run a few errands.

Tasha puts her feet up onto the dashboard and folds her arms across her chest. "Please?" She finally says. "I'll give you $7."

James glances over his shoulder, as if they're already making making a drug transaction as privately as possible for being in a public space.

"Fine." James gives in, then holds out his hand for the cash.

"Thank you thank you thank you--"

"God, shut up." James rolls his eyes.

"It's gotta be pure," Tasha says in a rush, "None of that weird expectorant. It's G-something."

"I know what you want," James replies through gritted teeth.

"Ok, yeah. Thank you," Tasha says again, but James closes the car door and cuts her off.

The pharmacy itself is mildly crowded, and that makes James feel better. It's a mission, he tells himself. Blend in.

There's one other person in the liquid cold medicine aisle. James gives her a wide berth, then locates the correct shelf and the bottle with just his eyes. He waits for the other shopper to go away before he grabs it up. This kind of medication invites small talk. Your kids got that bug going around the school?

The pharmacy counter is, blessedly, empty, save one of the managers and a freshly white-coated technician, who seem to be in the middle of a lesson on scanning barcodes.

James sets down his purchase and his ID, hoping he isn't going to have to sign something about narcotics.

"Should I scan that?" The technician asks the manager, pointing to the over-the-counter bottle.

"Yeah..." The manager looks at James's ID. "I'll get his stuff from the back..."

"And then I scan that stuff, too? The technician looks terrified.

"Yeah, you got it. Point and shoot. You won't have any trouble."

James cringes at the manager's choice of words. Not that he'd ever reveal his offense, let alone his status as a disabled veteran.

Luckily, the new technician passes his barcode lesson, and a second later the plastic shopping bag is in James's hand.

"Thank you, sir," The technician calls after him.

"Yup." James doesn't look back, so he doesn't know if the technician can hear. Nor does he really care.

James leaves the store, checking both ways for traffic. The crosswalk is clear, so he heads to the car. He comes to a halt near the back bumper, though when he realizes there's a man standing in the grass embankment, three feet or so in front of Tasha's side of the dashboard.

James doesn't move. He doesn't want a confrontation. But if this is some weirdo coming to prey on his little sister...

James opens the backseat door and throws his shopping bag on the floormat. Tasha looks back at him, reading James's face.

"What?"

The man standing in the grass moves slightly to the side. James sees a long stick running from the man's shoulder to the ground, his fists gripping it tightly somewhere around the middle.

The hairs on the back of James's neck stand on end. Something about the situation is rubbing him the wrong way. He quickly opens the drivers' door and climbs into the car.

James glances at Tasha, who is reading something on her phone and ignoring everything going on around her.

"That guy." James nods toward him through the windshield. "How long has he been there?"

Tasha spares him a glance, then shrugs. "A few minutes? I don't know."

"Is he looking at you?" James gives Tasha a look of his own. "And put your feet down. Those shorts have practically no inseam."

"Fashion police much?" But Tasha obeys the requests and puts on her seatbelt.

James clicks his seatbelt into place as well. "I just don't like creeps checking you out."

Tasha laughs. "And I thought you were actually observant."

"Yes, there's a guy with a stick really close to your side of this car." James feels himself about to pass protective and run on into annoyed. Vigilant. Stop that.

"And it doesn't occur to you that he might be doing his job?" Tasha proposes. "He's wearing a city worker uniform."

James starts the car. "And you know this--how?"

"Well, who else wears an ugly brown vest, except those mini girl scouts who just annoy people because they don't sell cookies?" Tasha puts her feet back in her shoes and starts rearranging the air vents again

James doesn't remember much of elementary school, though he isn't sure if it's by choice or by design.He can't recall learning about city workers or being pestered about the brownie troop's recycling drive. He does maintain a grip on the videos and presentations about what happens if you take candy from strangers.

"Whoever he was," James starts again. "Was he looking at you?"

"What is it with you and this everloving White Knight shit? I suppose you're going to ask next if he poked me with his water meter?"

"If--what?" James pauses at the stop sign, then turns from the parking lot to the main road.

"Yeah, the scary, spooky city worker dude, testing the water level in the manhole." Tasha shakes her head and puts on a tone of exasperation. "The only thing he was looking at was a stupid metal plate in the middle of the grass."

James takes a breath as he lets this set in. A regular person. Like the guy who clips the bushes every once in a while around the edges of the apartments. It's not like the drugstore parking lot is home terf for Street Fighter. Fuck, he's twitchy.

"Ok," James says with a sigh. I'm sorry. I made a mistake."

"You know what you need?" Tasha asks, a sparkle in her eye.

James chooses not to speed through the yellow light, but the car behind them honks its disapproval. James does his best not to jump at the sound.

"And what's that?" James looks at Tasha skeptically.

"To get high."

James laughs and shakes his head. "That's--That's". He means to say 'preposterous,' but it doesn't come out right. "That's absolutely fucking right."

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[thisgirlhasnoname]

Thoughts. Thoughts. Thoughts.

I don’t think I’m supposed to write this here but because I don’t think I can talk this to other people, even to my boyfriend—though he’s been nothing but the best and patient with me these days… that is why, I cannot stand another day seeing him all ears about me AGAIN.

My man deserved the world hence I don’t think I should burden him with another one… so I think I just leave it here.

Hmmm don’t even know how to start this. All I know is I’d like to let go all this thoughts.

Let me start this by telling you I am still upset about my cat. He was my first cat ever though I’m not sure if he was actually the first because if we would count in that kitten I had when I was little.. which btw my mother disapproved cus she said I was in poor health and she thinks cats fur can worsen it! So I have to kept him to another empty unit; just a few blocks away from our house, and I’m just going there whenever I’d like to pet him, play with him and give him food but only at night. We don’t have much food in the morning lmao. Don’t even know what I was doing back then until one day that little cat wasn’t there and wasn’t returned either. How dare he right?!

But truth be told, that was the first time I knew I love cats! 🐱

Going back, I named my now deceased cat after my very first anime crush; Conan. I thought of giving him that name because knowing that “Detective Conan” still gives me the feeling of making everything else stop and just focuses on watching, I knew my love for this anime would never end! So I thought my first cat deserves to named after him… so I could remember him FOREVER! And boy, I wasn’t wrong about that! I’ll indeed remember him as my first ever cat, my first ever mourn, and my first ever angel.

My love for cats is always there. I just don’t have the courage to own one. Since kid I really thought cat’s fur could cause asthma, thanks to my mother! until learned that it’s just a common misconception…. but still, I don’t think I am responsible enough to have one. But I knew it is always my dream.. until one day I had the courage to do it, so I did.

My bf and I are been thinking to adopt a cat since last year; 2022. Y’all think I’m funny when I say what hinders me that time is that I really thought cat might not stand heat and he might just be suffocated in our apartment. Yep I heard you. I am not sure either why I did think that lmao.

But then, one thing leads to another, after a year we decided to get an air conditioner. Believe me it’s not because of I wanna have cat… I am bigger person than that! Lmao. Tho I really want to think it has been only a month or two… the thought of adopting cat were occurred again.

It was September 20 2023 when my bf’s casually browsing on facebook until a simple post caught his attention. We didn’t thought this simple post could turn our lives upside down. Needless to say, that post advertises who’s up for adopting her 2 month old kitten and then all of a sudden we’ve realized we’re now doing transactions with this person and we were about to pick up the cat later that day 🥲

See, we were obviously not really ready. I didn’t even ask God for his guidance about the decision we were about to make that day. I also remember we have work that day, so we don’t have much time to buy things for our soon-to-be cat. We don’t even know what to buy though haha!! Aww I could still remember the feeling, we really were freaking out!

On his first night with us, Conan has kept running back and forth, meowing here and there. We don’t really understand him. He was so little and fragile! It’s as if he was a human baby! My bf on the other hand is quite on his fatherhood zone, chasing Conan’s wherever he go!

Ohh and I would forever cherished his 2nd night with us. His 2nd night is probably one of my favorite nights with him! It was already lights out when he suddenly jumped into me and slept in my chest until we cuddled. That very moment I knew I would loved everything about him!! 🥰

Everyday feels like we’re in a roller coaster ride. There were bad days… like the time where I gave Conan’s his first bath, and I know I shouldn’t be excused for being a first time fur parent but I did give him a room temperature water. I want to believe it wasn’t cold… but my bf’s been telling me it’s cold but for me it wasn’t. Lol. But later that day I knew I should have given him a nice warm/hot bathe cause he doesn’t make pansin of me. Conan must be traumatized for what I did! I’m quite sure of that cause he peed on my bed that night haha! I guess it was his way of saying ‘I am not pleased with your actions, hooman!’ 🥲😂

However, although there were unpleasant moments, mostly of our memories were good ones. You were so sweet, affectionate, expressive, & loving cat! (Woo i can’t even begin to write that without shedding a tear 😅)

Now im getting emotional but I’ll try not to. Hehe

I loved how braved you were for easily adjusted with me, and with the new environment. In your first days, you were hiding in closed and tiny spaces. You didn’t think much that your color is mostly black and my vision isn’t 20/20 when you were doing that, right? Cause whenever you do that, you did give me a veryyyyy hard time looking for you!! We’re like playing hide and seek most of the time during this period. Especially when I had to leave you for a moment to buy food, when I get back… the hide and seek is on!

But not long after you stopped hiding anymore. Whenever I came back from the market, you were there. Staring and waiting the door to open to see me. It does feel rewarding you know? I thought I am not doing enough for you but that moment I feel like I did something good in my life 🥹

Each day has passed, I must say I completely gained your trust. You’d think I did you a favor, but the truth is you did mine. You win my heart a thousand fold!

I don’t know if this is true but for me cat’s are the most empathetic beings. They have the energy to feel the negative and positive auras. So does my Conan.

Whenever I am feeling under the weather, Idk he’ll just lie down beside me, cuddle, brushing his hair against my body and letting me pet him which btw he wasn’t much of a fan! So for me its like his saying to me ‘Don’t worry I am here now, you are not alone in this world’ 🥹

Conan’s being clingy and all just whenever I am sad. Coz when I’m just ok and happy? That kid never thought of me! He’s just sleeping all day long! 😤 But kidding aside, although he’s sleeping? He sleeps wherever I am. That’s what I also loved about him. Wherever I go, Conan would go to too. Hmm at least 90% of the time. Coz there were times that I am being so loud, *but not too much*, and obviously he doesn’t like that, so he sleeps at one of his favorite spots… behind the laundry basket!! 🤦🏻‍♀️

But whenever I’m a normal me, when I am inside the room for work, he’ll just stay there as well, sometimes being playful but most of the time just sleeping. It seems like he just wants me to watch him sleep.

One time I test him if he would know and would follow me even sleeping when I leave the room and pretend to get water, and you know what? My little boy did! Haha!!

Hayyyy, conan really became my ray of sunshine. He made my life happier! Even before Conan came into my life, I am more of an indoor person. I love staying at home and just watch tv series, reading… and other stuffs you just do at home but just lying on my very comfortable bed is my favorite. Conan made it more exciting and honestly a bit of concerning… I am much more glued to bed, I don’t have the energy to clean the house as much I did before, I don’t cook brunch anymore, I could finished watching 2-3 seasons in just 2 weeks?! Basically, I become more of an indoor person than I used to be.

The only times I got to went outside were the times I had to bring Conan to his vet appointments, this is another story but yeah I think I lost the excitement to go out even more. And I think it was just okay.

Conan suddenly became my world. In a span of 2 months, all my eyes, ears and attention were on his. Not to mention cause he was in poor health too so I have to attend him regularly.

It was like taking care of a baby. But this one is harder in a way that there has been a lack of communication, and when you do, communication wasn’t that well… Wow daig pa magjowa

But hey thanks to google, he does know everything! He was our translator during difficult times so he deserves all this praise 🙌😆

Too many good and happy memories to mention! I guess even my 600+ photos and 200+ videos of you cannot elaborate and expound the memories we had. There are so much to tell! But whenever I think about you, I am all smile and frown at the same time!

Let me end this by saying I am so glad you were my first cat. Although I really thought you’d be around more longer, & it still stings whenever I think you are really not with me anymore… but hey I am very much happy you became part of my life.

You taught me a lot, my love. You taught me it’s ok to love someone unconditionally. You taught me just a presence could make a big difference. You taught me love might not be reciprocated most of the time but the important is, everyday you choose to give love. 💕

Thanks to you, my Conan. I will never ever forget you. Run free my love 🐾

[imbeingstalked98]

Stalkers are so damn entitled

There are other people in my position, other people worse than me, other people inflicting more aggression on to others, and people want to take advantage of my goodnature bc even while I have less, while I have nothing, I still am willing to give up my financial resources for someone else just to be betrayed

The internet, the public, watches me like im their source of entertainment. It's not like I've overheard them yell at their partners. Imagine having a partner screaming at you over the phone nitpicking every single penny you have bc your relationship is a transaction. I don't need to hear that part of your life, thats why I let you have more privacy in a separate room.

Unlike the majority watching over me, thinking they need to set an example for others by torturing someone to the point they can't live peacefully with the people they trust. Isolate myself, dismiss myself, no longer hold any value towards being social. The more you know someone the more you realize the good and bad they do. Thats why many people settle in toxic relationships.

I love my partner, just like I love my parents. I loved my friends but the constant need to seek betrayal, breaking every boundary. I used to think, why would anyone care about what I'm doing

They care a lot bc they don't have the things I do, well guess what

I rather trade their lives, their responsibilities, their mental health, than to be surveillance like a TV show. These people are teaching their kids how to be fucked up.

Yes, I CAN be full of myself, in the privacy of myself. Yes, I CAN have opinions of others and recognize their behavior. I CAN hold grudges against my partner, bc these things aren't meant to be public, just like everyone else. You think being "real" means to be passive aggressively disrespectful and mock someone else? Pretending to be someone to provoke them, pretending to be my friend to use me and mess with me, randomly disappear while we spend time and have everyone in that restaurant make a shitty comment about what common decency is.

Every part of me that is toxic is incomparable to being a stalker. Because that means you show up to my work place, you then look for me, then you try to record me and harass me, OR you hack my devices you show everyone my private life just to make sure everyone knows what Im doing 24/7, OR you come to where I live leave discarded food in front of the garage take a flower from my garden show up to my work place to let me know where I live, OR you get your groupies to join in on the harassment and follow me to San Diego when I went to go see my doctor, MY FUCKING DOCTOR, OR you pretend that it must be my "delusions" that Im being stalked and followed and not because people feel addicted to being creepy as fuck

If I KNEW how to get a background check on myself, IF I KNEW HOW to hack someone, IF I KNEW HOW to make other ppl disrespect someone else, I would be as low as the rest of you. Stalking me since February, spreads to my employment, spreads to my neighborhood, spreads to my close friends, family, but it didn't spread to me, bc what will I do if I gain access to how I'm being hacked. If I report it, will anyone ever stop, I think all they'll ever do is escalate the situation,

Complain about me being tired, well if you had to put up with this bullshit for the past year, you'd blow your brains out, so you're probably wondering how I managed this far.

My issues w my partner, are supposed to be private, he holds grudges against me, and my grudge against him is that hes mad that I forced him to apologize for the abuse he put me through, for years, and while things have improved, he still tries to control me when hes upset by breaking us up,

How many other people out there have their partner tell you "dont bring up the past" after they've cheated on you or abused you, to make sure you're at fault when you tell them not to repeat a shitty thing they've done,

We have a hard time leaving our partners, because we love them, or because were impoverished, most impoverished women stay in these kinds of relationships, or we think our partners would improve, and while he has, ME holding my grudges, being upset, exhausted over and over I see people repeating the same ways I've been mistreated just to turn around like "no one done anything to you" but will mimic and copy mock me, hack me, stalk me,

I can't go outside, just like that one YouTuber getting doxxed after sssniperwolf posted his address. If you were stalked, if you were mocked, if you dealt w people disrespecting you everyday, you can't expect to be happy and positive, joyful and outgoing. I felt happy bc I didn't think I was actually the center of attention. I make jokes w random ass people bc I like making others happy, I say dumb things bc I like being funny, but my resource of comedy comes from making others happy, not making others worse.

If you were stalked you'll know what its liked to see people treat you like shit over the things you do, and all of us lose our narcissism when were put on display, like a zoo animal, even they don't deserve to be held captured, people just prefer their entertainment over what is actually justified.

Fuck gang stalking, if you contribute to this, you're no better than me.

[jaxsalvador]

The void of the truant

I sit here writing this deeply in love. Not the kind you’re akin to in movies, or hit songs; rather the kind that’s real. The kind that makes you question it’s validity or the kind that makes you question your capacity to obtain it. We didn’t arrive to this stage solo. There have been trials and tribulations that have been nothing but a learning experience and then there was you. There is still a part of me I gave to you during our experiment. I call it an experiment because it’s truly what it was. Then followed was the feelings of utter malice. It’s truly one sided, yours.

I still wish we were in the position to connect on a purely platonic level because I left a piece of me with you. I left a piece of me in hopes that you would find your way at love. It seems you have and I couldn’t be happier but I can’t be bothered to shoot you a text or ask how things are. Why is there such hatred in your heart for me. Is there something I don’t know? Without us happening there would be no happier ever after that we have now, so why the iron wall? Why is their such emotion when my name is brought up.

There was one point and time where you thought we were forever. I’m sorry I couldn’t give you that but I tried my best to heal whatever cuts you came with. That was the deal you knew deep down that it wasn’t forever so why put the pressure, the hate, the anger towards me and our situation.

It was simply a transaction where we felt good and free, but also freed of the expectations, all but simple human decency. I guess that rule was the hardest for you. I know I was closed off complicated, charming and then an asshole but at least I stuck to a moral code. You on the other hand couldn’t be bothered.

And that’s when you called me. You broke the one rule we set: to be a good person. You could’ve chose anyone, but you chose the kid I considered to be best man at my wedding. What was I to do, you left me to abandon my 2 confidants. But still sticking to our code I forgave you because I knew you had some growing and healing to do. I could have shouted from the mountain tops screaming about how you fucked my best friend. You might have felt the pain you caused me. But I didn’t want you to hurt like I did, so I protected you. I did that for you, I could have left you in pieces and forced you to pick yourself up, but instead I held you in my arms while you apologized. I forgave you.

Then as time moved on why drifted and you found someone who checked all your boxes and I couldn’t be happier for you. But what did you do? You put me in the middle of it, you couldn’t be bothered with letting me have piece. You couldn’t make up your mind me or him but there was no consideration. That being said the situation presented like we were fighting for you hand. But even after all that I forgave you and let you have your piece.

After all this time I still wonder where I went so terribly wrong where I can’t get a text or a call catching up? Because the way I see it you had a unique void that I left but I’m paying the price.

I’d still love a nice lunch

-JXS