#they may have tried to take it back or no homo it like they did with cas but they wouldn't have been able to

[monstermoviedean]

thought about dean saying i love you too and now i am on the floor

#i understand why people are upset and i fully respect it. i am not trying to change anyone's feelings #and i'm not interested in defending actors #that being said i personally am choosing to focus on the part of that i like #which is 'I love you too' #because good god damn if i saw that on tv with my own eyes? #they may have tried to take it back or no homo it like they did with cas but they wouldn't have been able to #we would have known what dean meant. that would have been ours. #just thinking about the look on his face. thinking about how he'd never said it to anyone before. #thinking about how long he had wanted to say it #thinking about the crypt scene... #would he have smiled? cried? would his voice have been shaky or strong? #would he have been able to look cas in the eye? or would he have had to close his eyes? #would he have gotten the words out in time? #would he have been able to say anything else? #would cas have cut him off? #would he have given up partway through and kissed him? #yeah. I would have taken an 'i love you too' and run away with it #again not trying to tell anyone how to feel #but if you would like to join me on the floor thinking about dean verbally reciprocating you're more than welcome! #I should say verbally reciprocating in the american english version because latam spanish did do it first #but you get me :) #spn

[malereadermaniac]

Cool about it. - Kuroo x Male Reader

I recommend looping the song while reading this <3

Your chest hurt

You're used to the feeling, though it doesn't make it hurt any less

Walking home with Kuroo was a daily occurrence, just like his bragging about the number of confessions he had received that day

He always tries to tease you about how you "get no action (n/n)"

He doesn't know you're gay

You've tried to tell him before, but you chickened out after looking into your bestfriends eyes for a second too long

"And then there was this girl in my chem class............."

Kuroo babbles on

It hurts you

You get that funny feeling in your chest everything he talks about girls

But you never let your facade slip, and continue to pretend that you're interested and support him

By this point, it may as well be method acting

"How come you don't crush on any girls, (n/n)?"

" 'cause I don't like girls."

You didn't even think

It just slipped out

"Oh..."

You look up at the taller man with fear in your eyes

But he has a smirk on his lips

"How come you don't have the guys lining up then?" He teases

It didn't affect him whatsoever

Kuroo is a good friend to you, unconditional support no matter what

Anyone would be lucky to have a friend like him, so why did his support kill you on the inside

It gives you butterflies in the worst way possible...

"Hey! Wait for me, (n/n)!" Kuroo shouts from behind you

You tried to escape early today. Your heart couldn't really take more of his girl blabber

"Oh, sorry, Kuroo" you say with a small smile

The walk I again filled with his own talk about girls

But he pauses at one moment

"About what you said yesterday...."

"We don't have to talk about it" you interrupt quickly

You smile up at him and keep walking

Kuroo sighs but smiles back

Truth be told, Kuroo always rejected the girls that asked him out

He had put it down to the fact that a relationship would only add more stress to his life - he already gets only 4 hours of sleep because of his parents fighting

But recently, he's been thinking that he'd also rather spend time with you

And if he were I a relationship, then that would mean he couldn't

But he kept the thought to himself as he walked you home

Lying in bed late at night was something you usually did

But you looked at the alarm clock at said "3:00" in big red numbers and sighed

Those evil butterflies have returned, you'd been thinking about Kuroo again

Tears flowed down your cheeks as you breathed shallowly

You'd wished he was less of a good person

You'd wished that Kuroo would just be cruel about it and drop you after he'd found out you liked guys

But he didn't

He did the bare-minimum but it still made your heart flutter after he'd accepted you so easily

You lie on your side and continue to cry until your ducts are dry

Thinking about Kuroo until you'd fallen asleep

Just 10 minuets away, Kuroo was also awake in bed

Listening as his parents argue about idiotic things

He doesn't want a relationship like theirs

Kuroo's thoughts drift as his parents' argument fades into the background

He doesn't ever want a marriage like his parents. He wants to be friends with his lover

Get to know them really well, as well as he knows you

Then his thoughts drift to thoughts of you

Kuroo really liked you, the two of you clicked immediately when you were sat together in English

He was closer to you than with Kenma, and that's saying a lot

From admiring you as a friend, Kuroo's thoughts moved on to how cute you were

You took his teasing with a blush, and even teased him back sometimes

He then thought about how cute you looked - his type exactly but as a guy instead of a girl

He liked the nicknames you'd given each other, sort of like pet names

After a solid half an hour, Kuroo noticed his parents had gone to sleep and shut up, and that he'd been thinking about you for half an hour...

And his thoughts were definitely not very 'no homo'

A funny feeling filled his stomach as he thought about you again

Kuroo fell asleep finally, but the thought of you didn't leave his mind

School the next day was a little different

Kuroo still met you early in the morning to walk with you, and there was the normal complaining about his parents

He only did that with you, he was comfortable around you

But his blabber about girls was missing, it gave you a well needed break...

During English, you noticed him staring at you a lot

"You good, Roo?" You whisper warmly

His eyes stared into yours for a second too long

"I'm great..." he whispers with a smile, it made your heart pang

You wish you could have him as more than a friend, but it'll pass (you hope)

You'll forget about it.

Break and lunch was normal with the guys, but Kuroo was a lot more touchy with you than normal

An arm around the shoulder was normal, but asking you to feed him as he sat behind you and hugged you was strange

You'd almost had it by the end of volleyball

He kept looking over to you and smirking, it made you feel uneasy

And when one of the guys asked him about the girl in chem

Kuroo responded in a way that made you feel sick yo your stomach

"Nah, I'd rather spend time with (n/n) than her"

You were silent on your way back home, mumbling responses to Kuroo's "are you okay?"s

You felt ill from the mix of emotiond

When you felt his hand on yours, you snapped

Your heart was pounding, and your face went pale

"WHAT IS UP WITH YOU TODAY??!"

Lucky you were both in front of your house and not in the middle of the street

"What do you mean, (n/n)?" Kuroo tries to reach for you and calm you down

"Don't (n/n) me, Kuroo. You've made my day hell today with all the mixed signals... I guess you figured it out and decided to tease me. You've taken it too far!"

Kuroo was worried

Worried to lose you over something he had no idea about, worried that this argument reminded him of his parents, worried him that he may lose you as more than just a friend

"Mixed signals? What do you mean, (y/n)??"

Kuroo was pleading, his face full of sadness and worry

"Don't play dumb... you figured out I like you and... and you're being a dick about it"

Kuroo's world stops

"You... like me?" Kuroo says confused, but then a smile starts to form

"Great..." tears spill from your eyes

"You didn't know and now I've told you. I'm sorry, Kuroo... you can pretend you never heard that." You say as your tears drop onto your shirt and the floor

You rush into your house, locking the door as Kuroo shouts for you to come back put and talk

A day passed by

Kuroo tried to talk to you in the morning, but you shut him down with a short "later"

Everyone noticed the two of you weren't talking

Your day was consumed by him, and vice versa

It felt like you were drowning in the emotions and thoughts of only one thing: Kuroo

By routine, you head over to the volleyball court

"(Y/n) we have to talk"

Your skin crawls and you jump from the surprise

You turn around and see a glum looking Kuroo

"Yeah, we need to talk about it at some point..."

The two of you head towards a more secluded area

Your hearts racing

Your chest is in an indescribable kind of pain

You feel so ill, you might hurl

"I'll start, I guess..." you say quietly

Kuroo stays quiet and listens

"I promise I didn't like like you since the beginning... I did see you as a friend. It's just that for the past year, I've had these feelings that I can't explain"

"I think I know the feeling you're talking about, (n/n).... that panging feeling in your chest and heart"

You feel warm from the nickname

You look into his eyes and smile

"Yeah... those fucking butterflies..."

"I'm sorry that I like you, it's a lot to put on you... plus you like girls so I know it's an impossible situation" you say with a defeated chuckle as your eyes fall to the ground

"No!"

Kuroo's shout brings your eyes back up to his

"I- I like you too! Or at least... I think so? I've always liked girls but with you... I like you more than any girl I've ever dated! When I think of the kind of relationship I want with someone, I think of the one I have with you! It's all slipped passed me until now but..."

"(Y/n)... I think I'm in love with you!"

Your heart skips a beat

Tears flood your eyes, and you and Kuroo both go in for a hug

Not for a kiss, there's still a lot more talking to do before you can both get the sweet relief of a kiss

But a tight, long hug will do for now

Those evil butterflies have been replaced with good ones

You're chest no longer hurts

#male reader friends to lovers angst #male reader fluff #male reader #gay #fanfic #x male reader #fluff #cute gay #hq kuroo #haikyuu x male reader #kuroo x male reader #light angst #friends to lovers #friends to lovers angst #angst to fluff #Spotify

[wutheringmights]

can i ask for the hot mess commentary plz?

sure

Before we crack into this, take a moment to read what I said about the neck thing. I write that up a long time ago, but it provides some important context and is a good refresher on the secret history of Spirit's bi awakening.

Also, the director's commentary for this chapter is here, in case you want to review that.

Good? Okay, let's go at it.

So.... they had sex. Yay. Insert jazz hands.

I feel like I actually have way less to talk about here than I did for the neck thing. Granted, a lot of the neck thing is behind the scenes stuff. I guess that's a good place to start.

You may recall the informal hiatus CTB went on after Spirit came back to Warriors's era. I used a lot of that time to actually work out how to end CTB and what character/plot points I would need to hit to have a satisfying conclusion.

During this time, I was listing out things about Spirit and Warriors that I need to return to. Spirit had his codependent histories with the greenhorn and Zelda, or really his strategy for offering himself up as a means of feeling more in control, that needed to be explored. I needed to do some kind of follow-up with Warriors's latent attraction.

The two topics were similar enough to make me want to tackle them at once. But the moment I did, my brain decided that they should hate fuck. (I definitely was also thinking about my old concept of Spirit's unrequited crush-- I still write the characters like that happened, even if it never actually made it into the story.)

Why hate sex? Honestly, it would be kinda funny. Plus, it's a good writing exercise to ask yourself what would happen if your characters in conflict did (not really).

I knew immediately it could only end badly for everyone involved. But I knew I needed Warriors to hit an emotional low point to motivate him to do his Castle Town plan. I knew I wanted Spirit's big speech to come at a time when he and Warriors were emotionally connecting again, and that the response to that speech needed to push him back to Time.

Shit, I thought. This might be what they do.

But, like. I love protecting my peace. I have been skirting around the edges of homo eroticism with Spirit and Warriors as much as I dared. I didn't want to invite angry anons. But then.... did I really care? I understand where people are coming from, but at the same time... this is such a minuscule non-issue. Truly, and with emotion: who even cares?

First off, we already established with the neck thing that whatever fucked up thing these two have going on does not count as shipping. And second, if it does count as shipping, then fine! It's shipping then. This is what the plot is. I've been working on this story for too long to compromise now. I'll reap the consequences, whatever they may be.

I decided to keep it on the books, half believing I would change my mind once the chapter came up.

I was feeling very confident about my choice, up until the day of posting. That was then I got slammed in the face with regret. Luckily, there hasn't been any issues. I may have overestimated as much the general populous care about CTB. If there was ever any confirmation that this story has the world's most niche audience, this is it.

And you all have been great. There's been a lot of encouragement and kind words from you the readers, after you all stopped yelling, of course.

(Though I was prepared to be an obstinate jackass to anyone who tried to complain. I found a loophole and was ready to exploit the hell out of it. I was so ready!)

Funnily enough, everyone's reactions to the past few chapters helped to reassure me the most. There was been a lot of jokes about Warriors and Spirit having the world's worst situationship (lol).

So them having sex turned into an important character and plot moment. Warriors and Spirit got built up and tore down in self-destructive ways. This experience becomes the wake-up call Warriors needed to decide that he was ready to stop being the hero and get his life back.

A lot of people expressed surprise that Warriors and Spirit would go through with it even after talking it out. To be honest, I was a little surprised too! I was half convinced that Warriors had grown enough to stop the self-destructive cycle and turn Spirit down. But when looking at the scenes leading up to them being alone-- from Twilight denounce his friendship with Warriors, Toto turning him away, and Warriors generally in an emotional rut over his intellect and lost beauty--I realized that Warriors was already in the middle of another downward spiral. He would go through with this, if only to feel valued. It was the war all over again.

Also, apparently half of you guessed that Warriors would get cigarette burns from Spirit eventually. I hope you all were happy with the results!

When I posted that snippet from the chapter, apparently all of you knew that a kiss was coming. Ooops. I'm a little glad I surprised all of you with what happened next afterward.

On to funnier things:

I meant for there to be more compare/contrasts between Warriors's nights with Icarius and Spirit. The only one I really managed to do was Link being unable to sleep next to Icarius vs Warriors falling asleep easily.

Because this chapter and the last were supposed to be one, this scene was supposed to come out around Valentine's Day. Could you imagine?

I had the silliest time trying to figure out how to get Warriors and Spirit alone in a room together. I had this grand plan about them needing to get a room in a different inn from the others, whether because they were too tired to walk home after dancing or because they were too drunk to remember the way. Then I realized that Ganondorf could just give the Chain enough money to get more rooms. I realized this way later than I should have.

If you're wondering.... they switched....

I wrote that Warriors thought that sex with Spirit felt like an argument. That is because they are both the bossiest motherfuckers in bed. They both want things done their way or else. It's combative. Unfortunately, they both like the challenge.

I did have an idea for how to end this whole matter in a funny way, both involving someone from the chain finding out.

In my first idea, Time barges into what he thinks is just Warriors's room, in the middle of some kind of rant. Then he sees both of them sitting in bed, pauses, then promptly walks out. Warriors and Spirit quickly get dress before there's a knock on the door. When Warriors opens, Time walks in casually and starts his rant again while pretending none of this had happened. He would wait until Warriors was alone to be like WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!

My other alternate scenario involves Warriors and Spirit getting a room in a different inn. In the morning, Spirit is hurriedly trying to leave when there's a knock on the door. This time, it's a few members of the chain asking if he's seen Warriors anywhere. He says no. All but one walk away. The one who stays (probably Legend) would lean and discreetly tell him that he knew the room was under Warriors's name, so if they were done, could he tell Warriors to get his ass outside? Cue Spirit burning up in embarrassment.

EDIT: I actually had a third silly scenario idea. Similar to the others, Twilight barges in to talk to Warriors about Midna (they're still friends in this scenario; this was an idea from a long time ago). Warriors is still in the bed, but luckily Spirit is in the bathroom. Warriors tries to have a normal conversation without alerting Twilight that something was amiss. And it almost works until Spirit just walks out of the bathroom, waves, and goes to put his clothes on. Cue Twilight's 404 error.

So, yeah! That's the Hot Mess. As always, it's been really fun to see everyone's reactions. Warriors and Spirit are both extremely polarizing, and I love hearing everyone's hot takes.

Does this count as toxic yaoi? Not until I see an AMV to "Numb" by Linkedin Park. Luckily, Warriors and Spirit will never do this again. Probably.

#same rules as last time: please keep this out of the main tag #it's been fine so far but let's not tempt fate lol #feel free to ask follow up questions as well #me rambling #lu ctb #ctb lore #ctb spoilers #the hot mess #ctb commentary

[beautifulblooms]

Hi bestie! Just 'cause I love ya so much I'm giving you the great blessing of my request ideas :)). Monster!Eddie x Male!reader who takes care of Eddie after failing to get back through the gate. Like he tried to get back through and it burned him or something so the read goes to him and patches up his wing or his burns. Please, I need it, I want it in my blood stream!!!!

You're Still My Eddie - Kas the Bloodyfist!Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Male!Reader, @alexs-playground, bro, we both know this was you, but I'll indulge you anyways, and you got to hear the little moment I had where I thought of the beauty and the beast while I pulled this up, so it may or may not be the scene after Belle is rescued by the beast.....anyways onto my homo rampage of the day.

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Tags: @qthetherapist, @rlmt1, @eddieverse, @alexs-playground

It hurt, it all hurt so much, leaving him there, not being able to do anything to help him, why wasn’t it me, why did he have to be the brave one that day, god fuck why wasn’t I brave enough to stay with him. Eddie and I had been together since Sophomore year, hearing he had to repeat senior year was not the best. But I promised I’d help him get through it, I’d stay up all night to help him study if I had to. I couldn’t save him from the demobats, I couldn’t protect him, I couldn’t do what I should’ve done as his boyfriend. I had spent days crying at this point. I wanted so bad to be able to move on, get better, do better for him, but I just couldn’t. Not yet, it was too soon for me to be over him, too soon to take care of myself, too soon to do anything but lay here and cry. It still feels like he’s in my lap, laying there, bleeding out onto me, telling me to take care of Hellfire, Dustin, and to take care of myself. I wanted to do the right thing and do what he asked me to do, take care of myself, but I couldn’t, not yet, maybe in a few days, a couple weeks, a month maybe. 

Glass fell on the floor from the first floor, shit, why did someone have to break in this soon after the ‘earthquake’? I forced myself out of bed and to the first floor with the bat I kept by my bedside in hand. I didn’t have time to deal with this, I was dealing with my own shit and needed time to deal with that first. There was a dark mass sitting on the kitchen floor, it looked like a giant bat with three tails….just like the demobats. My sliding door to the backyard was completely shattered, glass spread onto the kitchen floor and the frame bent apart like someone was too big to fit in the normal door space. The dark mass started moving, standing up and leaning on the kitchen island for any stability, fuck that thing was tall. I couldn’t say anything, I wanted to yell at it, do something, but all I could do was take short steps backwards trying to make it back up the stairs. Not realizing I stumbled into a short end table, dropping the bat in my hands and accidentally knocking a couple things on the table off of it. The bat creature looked over at me sharply, starting to limp towards me. I just kept moving backwards until my back hit the wall, shit shit shit. 

Making its way to me it towered over me, long curly hair draped over its face, wide wings spreading behind it, one had a large tear through it while both seemed to be battered at the edges. Leaning over me it caged me in with its arms, leaning its head down to my neck, please for the love of fuck don’t bite me and kill me fuck fuck fuck. 

“(y/n), I missed you, please help me…” holy…fucking…shit.

“Eddie? How are you here? Y-you died in my arms,” He rested his face on my shoulder, god that's a lot heavier than it was before. 

“Not sure to be perfectly honest, all I know is I’m a lot taller, I got wings, and uh..tails…I have tails.” I reached a hand up to grab the back of his head, petting his hair just like I used to, please don’t let this be a cruel dream, I don’t think I could survive if it was. At the familiar touch one of his arms moved to wrap itself around my waist and he began to purr slightly into my neck. 

“I missed this, I missed you, you smell so good…” Tears slowly flowed down my shoulder, it really was Eddie, my Eddie, he’s different but he’s still my Eddie. 

“You asked me to help you, what’s wrong?” He pulled his head out of my neck and looked at me.

“Heh, yeah, I got pretty beat up climbing my ass out of that portal. Think you could help patch me up a little?” That stupidly adorable smile, it always got me into trouble but it’s still my favorite thing in the whole world. 

“Sure, let me get some stuff from upstairs.” Trying to smuggle myself out of his arms I managed to have him let go of me and allow me to run to the upstairs bathroom where most of the medical stuff I had was kept. Rummaging through the cabinets I pulled out some gauze, larger wrapping bandages, bandaids, antibacterial ointment, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and some tylenol. “What looks the worst?” 

“Um, I think the wings but I could care less about those, my stomach is looking pretty rough, and so are my legs, and my arms…pretty much all of me.” He laughed nervously trying to hide his embarrassment.

“Alright, let me get your stomach first, sit on the couch.” I was very thankful I lived alone, didn’t have to worry about other people coming downstairs to see a giant bat-human hybrid in the living room. Only scraps of his hellfire shirt were left so I just ripped what was left off, I’ll need to find a way to get normal clothes on him again, even if I have to modify them myself. I sat back in shock when I noticed the scars on the sides of his lower abdomen, there should be gushing wounds, bloody and raw, but they’re completely healed over, scars where the tissue rebuilt itself. I brushed my hand over his sides carefully rubbing over the scars, he took a sharp inhale when I reached the scars.

“Sorry, I shouldn't have touched those.” He sighed and grabbed my hands to pull them into his lap.

“No no it’s fine it’s just I didn’t really want you to see those, they’re ugly and just a reminder that I fai-” I cut him off before he could continue to degrade himself.

“Edward Munson, you did not fail anyone, you went back and fought to give us the upperhand, to help us win, you are a hero, and these are your battle scars, these are the marks of a warrior who fought bravely, you’re the towns hero, Dustin’s hero, my hero.” Moving my hands up to his face I pulled his forehead to sit against mine as he began to cry again, carefully grabbing the back of my thighs to pull me into his lap and wrapping his arms around my middle. Simply petting his hair and leaving kisses on his face and neck I let him cry, he needed it, having to be alone for so long after dying, having to be too strong for too long.

“Thank you, no one would be nice enough to me to say that, no one would look at me the same, or like a human after what happened, but you,” He lifted his head up to look me in the eyes, “You act like I’m still the same stupid Sophomore I was when you found me, thank you for never changing.” His words almost brought me to tears.

“Of course, you’re my Eddie, I could never think of you any different.”

#eddie munson x male reader #eddie x male reader #male reader #male reader fanfic #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson stranger things

[aspecpplarebeautiful]

Hi can I have some advice?? In a little bit of a pickle rn.

So basically, I identify as aroace (like no attraction whatsoever end of both spectrums). My best friend, who we'll call S for the sake of making it easier, is somewhere on the spectrum (I don't remember where rn but it's not very important to the story). We have a mutual friend, A, who is allo. The three of us have been friends since around 3rd grade, and have gotten a lot closer due to sharing more classes over the past year or so. They're both lovely people.

Now, the problem arose a few days ago, when we were riding back from somewhere we'd gone for S's birthday together. It was cold, and because of where we'd gone I'd dressed up in a cape. So I put my arm and the cape over A's shoulder, so he wasn't cold and also because it was kinda funny. We joked around, I sent a selfie of us to the gc the three of us have captioned "No Hetero" (because I'm female and A's male, it was meant to be an adaptation of "No Homo"). All normal things.

Later that night, when I'm at home, S sends me this text:

"Hey uh

I don't want you to tell [A] or make hints bout it or anything

But he likes you now"

We talked, she told me that she told him I'm aroace (which, while technically outing me, I didn't mind because I trust them both and I'd sent the flag in the gc that night so he would've figured it out with a quick google search anyways), and said she'd tried her best to explain. Meanwhile, A is texting me saying that he's sad (I'd asked how he was doing after he asked me), and responding "I found out something really disappointing and discouraging abt a friend" and saying that "it's really private, sorry" when I pressed for more. Which I'm almost 100% sure is about me.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I love them both (/p) and I don't want our relationship to change at all. And so far it hasn't, but I can tell A's more down than usual now. I don't want to break my promise about talking about it to S, beside I don't really want to discuss it unless I have to and A doesn't know I know, but I also don't want to feel like I'm walking on eggshells. I'm so scared of losing my friendships to romance, and this just happened in the middle of a really big and stressful life event for me.

So far things are staying the same, and I'm really hopeful it continues that way. But I'm also very aware that we'll probably have to talk about it at some point, because it has definitely shifted our relationship, at least internally.

Idk, something about knowing that a friend had/has a crush on me completely changes my worldview. Before I was scared of losing friends because society has made us believe that friends and family are second to s/o. And while I do still fear that, I just realized that it's actually possible for this to happen where I'm the "s/o", and after someone gets rejected or breaks up, it's not common (at least in media) to see them just chilling as friends again.

So, yeah. That's the situation, if anyone has any sort of advice, I would be very grateful.

-Raven (signing in case of future updates)

These situations are definitely complicated. It does sound like A developed some feelings and is disappointed those feelings can't be reciprocated. Even though no one did anything wrong, it can still be hard to deal with a situation like this. I'd recommend taking your cues from A. So for example if A pretended that it wasn't the situation with you he was disappointed by, I'd take that as a sign he doesn't currently want to talk about it. But there may come a time in the future he does want to discuss it, or does want to talk about you being aroace, and I'd talk about it then. Sometimes people need a bit of time to deal with hurting feelings, and sometimes when that hurt subsides a bit, they may or may not want to talk and clear the air.

Similarly, sometimes in these situations, the person who caught feelings may want a bit of space to deal with those feelings. If this happens, it doesn't necessarily mean he doesn't want to be friends anymore, so don't panic. And give him whatever space he asks for, but make it clear you still care a lot about him.

Situations like these are going to be more up to A how things turn out, but the best thing you can do to preserve the friendship is just keep being A's friend. Be there for him, listen to him, etc.

Beware treating media like real life. I know of lots of real life examples where someone caught feelings for someone that weren't reciprocated, or dated someone and they broke up, and they stayed friends. These things depend a lot more on individual personality and what kind of dynamic the people involved have than anything else. And when rejection comes because the other person just isn't attracted to their gender, while it's not 100%, people do tend to be forgiving because it's not personal at all.

Remember too that you didn't do anything in this particular situation. You didn't cause him to be attracted to you, it's all just chance. And I'm sure A recognizes that too, so be careful you're not beating yourself up at all over this. Just do your best to be a supportive friend, and I think that's really all you can do in these types of situations.

All the best and good luck, Anon!

[fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty]

I wanna read one of your president fics but I have like .5% knowledge about the US presidents so could you give me a rundown on the presidents in one of the fics I should read-? Also why do you know so much. Are you planning on becoming a history major-

okay so like ngjfgkbh its below but read tags for all issues mentioned:

the chatfic is basically all of them so i cant run down ALL of them, but basically fuck LBJ, fuck reagan, fuck jefferson, fuck FDR, fuck like... a hella ton of those mfs. stan bobby kennedy and jack kennedy. for the linken fic, JFK was obviously the the 35th president. He was involved in the Space Race between the USA and the Soviet Union for like, basically who can get in space faster. His Presidency carried most of the Cold War and he actually started to draw back soldiers from Vietnam and TRIED to repair this stupid ass government, but LBJ said 'fuck that' and put the soldiers back. His soldiers were... uh... well... cant explain but illegally horrible.

Lincoln, 16th President, Civil War. Was Republican which I know sounds hella unusual but back then, parties were basically switched. Hell, Jackson, one of the worst who did the Trail of Tears which took Native Americans' land and forced them off of it, created the Democratic Party. His Presidency was mostly on the Civil War but of course the Emancipation Proclamation came through. The War was originally states rights but became slavery real quick. States--mostly the South, which made up the Confederacy--receded from the start and boom it started. Once it was over they began to come back. Bro got shot ofc as you know. Was hella sad and depressed and had mommy issues + abandonment issues + was probably bisexual.

JFK probably was too, and there's a BUNCH of weird coincidences between them, so that's why LinKen exists. One of the best nicknames i've seen for them is Headshot Homos. He had chronic illness + his back was always in pain and he had to take a shit ton of pills for it. He may've been SA'd as a kid too, which leads into the hypersexual activity, and that leads to the cheating.

SO TL;DR: you dont need to know just about anything to read the fics. I barely go for historical accuracy. For the notes, it's usually at the end where I add in any fun history facts, most of which are on TR because... well. They are. The chatfic and some references may not make sense if you don't know some stuff, but the comments--the 100+ there are, or 200+ i dont remember--have a bunch of facts in them by some super cool ass readers/friends. There's two other chatfics made inspired by mine, and the one by JFKMyBeloved has a bunch of facts in I believe both chapters notes. The other is hella accurate probably too.

Overall you can go in and see them as original characters and you're good. I'll explore the trauma as I have in chapter 11 throughout. And as I said any TR shit WILL be explained because I can't stop including that mf in EVERYTHING 💀💀

and tbh it just started as a hamilton phase, became more, and soon i was reading a fuck ton of books. i guess my brain decided TR would be my ONE president that I care the most about. 2000+ pages have been put into learning about this mf and HOURS of documentaries and reading his letters to his kids (it's in a book, A Bully Father, 10/10 with some spelling mistakes though). So I can barely tell you about the others but I WILL tell you abt TR ahsjdkfghnm

so yeah kind of i guess. if political science doesnt work, it's history, and then english. that's my Plan A, B, and C in order.

#TW SA mention #TW Mommy issues #WHY IS TW MOMMY KINK A TAG #tw abandonment issues #but BRIEFLY mentioned like once #tw trail of tears mention #because that shit was so FUCKED UP #fuck andrew jackson

[ascendthisday]

You Really Really Love Me

gif by veilofmegiddo

Paring(s): Satchel/Michael Starr

Word Count: 860~

Info: Pure Fluff, Men In Love, So Impossibly Clean, Like They Don't Even Kiss Clean, Short and Sweet, Brunch Dates

Summary: "You know what I've never understood?" Michael mused from across the small table. It was date night! Or, more so, date day as Satchel had taken him out for brunch. "Mm, what?" He half-heartedly asked as he grazed over the laminated menu placed in front of him. 

Authors Note: okay so this one is like... steel panther canon? idk what else to call it but they are NOT ralph and russ in this!!! it is the characters michael and satchel, not the guys behind them! ralph and russ dont even exist in this universe (depsite what the tags may make u think) once again i am the worst poster EVER but we're getting there! this is the most pg13 fic ever literally just boys being boys and going out for brunch! i have 2 other sp fics ill eventually post probably so be prepared

"You know what I've never understood?" Michael mused from across the small table. It was date night! Or, more so, date day as Satchel had taken him out for brunch. "Mm, what?" He half-heartedly asked as he grazed over the laminated menu placed in front of him. 

"Your hands! They're so, like, not right. I don't know how to describe it but your fingers are too short for you to play guitar the way you do." Satchel raised an eyebrow above his sunglasses, suddenly much more interested in the singer's miniature rant. "Not to be an asshole or anything- you'd just never expect it! When I tried to learn guitar, I gave up because my fingers were too short to comfortably hold the damn thing! It's just cool, I guess." 

"Seems like you spend a lot of time staring at my hands, stalker." Satchel chortled as he placed his flimsy menu in a stack on top of Michael's. He leaned forward on the square patio table as he rested his chin in his hand. As much as he jokingly argued with the man, he absolutely adored the blond-haired vocalist that sat in front of him. "Oh yeah, hard to not take notice when they're wrapped around my dick every night!" Michael wittily retorted, gazing back at the guitarist. Unfortunately for him, their waiter had returned just as his snarky reply had left his lips. 

"So, um, what will you gentlemen have today?" The waiter, Stacy as assigned by her nametag, staggered as she stared down at her notepad, just as white as the ruled paper she gawked at. "Oh! I will have an earl grey with a breakfast burrito and he," Satchel pointed across the table "will have a cappuccino with the fruity pancakes. Thank you, Stacy!" 

When Stacy had left their table after droning out their order, the two men burst into giggles. "God, I will never know how you guess exactly what I want to order! Did you get me the fruity pancakes because you knew I wanted them or did you just want to subtly call me gay?" Michael questioned as he played a show of mock horror. "Maybe a little bit of both." Satchel grinned as he ran a hand through his mane of hair. 

"Aw, c'mon jackass! I'm not even, like, that gay. If I'm gay, I'm like point five percent gay, and I reserve that percent for you!" Michael quipped as he lightly kicked the other man in the shin from across the table. It was so calm to just be them, no overbearing drummers or absent bassists, just Michael and Satchel. When things got rough, it always dwindled down to that. Their peers joked that they were some sort of power couple and they'd just laugh it off and snort a line or two, because how could anyone know how close they actually were? Everyone assumed the casual ass grabbing and borderline homo remarks were just for public appearances, to keep up that vaguely homosexual aura of the 80's. Plus, any sane man or woman would want of piece of Satchel's ass. It's a nice ass! 

"Hmm, yeah. Okay," Satchel sassed "anyways, your hair looks really pretty today. Dare I even say, it looks bitchin'." He motioned to the way the singer had pushed his bleach-blond hair back with the sunglasses resting on his head. He had pulled out the little waves by his ears, too. It made Satchel's heart ache. How could such a playboy be so fucking cute? "Aw, you love me! Thank you." Michael teased as he ran his fingers through the ends of his hair. "You look good, by the way. Thanks for shaving off your stubble because it irritates my face when we make out. That was sweet of you." The singer smiled at the gentle pink that flushed the guitarist's face. Satchel had never quite gotten used to the compliments despite how many he received. 

The guitarist simply replied with a little 'hmmph' sound and let a little smile peck at the corners of his mouth. Eventually, Stacy found her way back with armfuls of overpriced nutriments. For the money they had dropped on the food, it honestly didn't look half bad! Steam rose off of the two mugs that rested on separate saucers that clinked together when placed on the table. It was a chilly day, so the hot beverages fit their frozen states just perfectly. Despite the lack of warmth, the two men stayed local to their torn fishnet and spandex pants. 

"Fuck, I'm cold as shit!" Michael exclaimed, dramatically shivering. Since he hadn't brought a jacket with him to pull the stereotypical boyfriend move, Satchel stood up, scooted over his chair, and moved his belongings to the other side of the table. "It's not even that cold out, wuss." He mumbled as he placed his head on Michael's shoulder and snuggled up to the singer. "If anyone recognizes us, tell them I'm dead so we look less gay." Satchel talked to himself, unaware of the loving gaze the singer had focused on him. 

"I could get used to this, y'know?" Michael cooed as he sipped at his cappuccino.  

"Yeah. This is nice." 

#cross posted on ao3 #fanfic #fiction #steel panther fic #steel panther #ralph saenz #russell parrish #russ parrish #satchel #satchel666 #satchel steel panther #michael starr #rock rpf #rpf #fluff #fluffy #brunch dates #brunch #sweet and short #simple

[akifsessays]

Why do some claim that ‘one man's terrorist another is man's freedom fighter’?

As a matter of fact, this issue is related to what we understand by terrorism. We can also define this as the things that harm the institutions and organizations of the government. But at the same time, authoritarian or despotic regimes also become terrorists in a way. After all, a person who is a terrorist to one person may be a freedom fighter to another. Terrorism is actually a highly controversial topic. Can we use the word terrorist to describe any kind of cruel act?  If we pay attention, the beginning or the end of terrorism-related events always cause damage. The world is slowly making people like this, and the natural result of an insecure environment is chaos and war. In this situation as a Latin proverb says,as “homo homini lupus (man is a wolf to another man)”. [1]So in a way we are all terrorists, but we call ourselves freedom fighters because it sounds better. Some thinkers have tried to explain terrorism. For example, according to Walter Laquer, Terrorism is the use of unlawful force aimed at innocent people to achieve a political goal.[2] Or Paul Wilkinson , briefly said is the systematic use of means such as killing, wounding, or intimidating a larger group to create an atmosphere of terror by intimidating a larger group to achieve the goals of terrorists.[3] These definitions cannot be reflected to people living in different geographies, social and religious communities. Each nation and culture interprets whether an action has terrorist characteristics or not. These geographical factors or socio-cultural influences and ambitions can be accommodated. As I mentioned earlier, a person who is a terrorist to one person may be a freedom fighter to another. It would be correct to give an example of a coin here. When we look at money, we only see the side we are looking at. Terror is a coin and we see it from wherever we look. Terrorism is an ideological concept that the world has been fighting for a long time. Any behavior that you consider a threat to your own opinion, your homeland, can be seen as a terrorist organization.

 Terrorism has a long history, modern terrorism goes back to World War I. Until today, there have been many activities called terrorism, and when you look at them, the common point of all of them was that they were bloody and terrifying activities. For instance, after the September 11 attack in the United States by al-Qaeda affiliate Osama Bin Laden and those around him, terrorism grew and became stronger in an unstoppable way. This brought along the concerns of securitization [4].

If we consider this issue through the expression "one's terrorist, another's freedom fighter", how was this event led by Afghanistan's leader Osama bin Laden received by Afghanistan? As we can imagine, for the Afghan side, this was a success and a strong step towards Arab freedom.

Did this terrorist incident take place because of an American sanction on Afghanistan or was it because Osama Bin Laden really just wanted to kill people?  From the perspective of mutual empathy, no country or leader in the world is innocent enough and does not want peace. This should not only be considered across countries, they can be friends or enemies for their own benefit. Why shouldn't Terror be a tool or a philosophy to use it in your interests. The brainwashing or hypnosis abilities of Hassan Sabbah in Alamut in the 12th century are present in most organizations and leaders today. Especially today, the use of media and its reflections cause us to confuse what is right with what is wrong. We live in a world order that first makes people sick and then produces drugs with the promise of healing them and condemns them to use these drugs. These are Millennium Assassins for me. It should not be forgotten that all terrorist groups are formed for a specific purpose. While many terrorist activities use similar forms of violence, they are not all essentially the same.

When we look at terrorism from another perspective, there may be deep beliefs behind the events that we perceive as terrorism. Killing and fighting have existed since the beginning of mankind and have been described in all holy books. Accordingly, it would not be correct to call every person who fights and holds a gun a terrorist. Then we may be perceived as a terrorist ourselves. The closer you look at the legal activities of the state and the criminal activities of a terrorist organization, the harder it will be to see the difference. What is the difference between Viet-Cong (National Liberation Front of South Vietnam ) activities and America's? So what is the difference between the pilot of a plane that drops normal bombs and a normal suicide bomber on Middle Eastern countries? When you look at it, they both kill innocent people. Perhaps it is the states themselves that lead people to terrorism. Terrorism is not just about guns and bombs, there are many different types. For example, after Turkey's sudden transformation from a state ruled by a caliphate and sultanate to a secular and democratic state,  attacks on Atatürk, riots and slanders can be called a terrorist attack by his own country.  In fact, the important question is, how are these organizations that we call terrorists arming ?

How can such illegal organizations procure heavy weapons such as Kalashnikovs and  RPG-7 ? And how can we explain the comfortable use of social media by terrorist groups with the effect of globalization? I think what we need to know is this, look at the brand of the lead, not the shooter. While terrorist organizations used to carry out their narrow and regional activities, they have now started to carry out very complex international activities in today's world, and they can also adapt

very easily. Today, we can easily access everything via the internet and social media. For example, you can watch the 9/11 incident live and now can easily contact and join a terrorist group. So, what is the interest relationship of these organizations with the media?

While terrorist organizations seize the opportunity to convey their demands, express themselves and raise awareness through the media; on the other hand, the media seizes the opportunity to obtain news. (KARTAL, 2014)

As a result, many countries will be endangered within their borders as Terrorism continues to grow, spread and become so easy to reach. If we take the issue of "one person's terrorist, another's freedom fighter" again, we will never know who is a terrorist and who is a freedom fighter.  Here we turn to my coin example. This is how it works when you look at terrorism. Some may perceive an incident as terrorist activity, while others may perceive the same incident as a revenge and consider it the right thing to do. Whether there is terrorism or not, everything that ends with death, brutality, and fear must be brought to an end.Preventing terrorism works better with peace, civilization and good education. It should not be forgotten that the way we try to prevent terrorism in today's world goes through weapons and death.

[1] A phrase in Latin which translates as "man is a wolf to other men". The epigram appears in the dedication of Thomas Hobbes, "De cive", published in 1651. Thomas Hobbes, Howard Warrender Clarendon Press, 1983.

[2] Interpretations of Terrorism: Fact, Fiction and Political Science . Walter Laqueur . Journal of Contemporary History Vol. 12, No. 1 (Jan., 1977), pp. 1-42 . Published By: Sage Publications, Inc

https://www.jstor.org/stable/260235

[3] Political Terrorism. By Paul Wilkinson. (New York: Halstead Press, 1975. Pp. 160 )

https://www.cambridge.org/core/journals/american-political-science-review/article/abs/political-terrorism-by-paul-wilkinson-new-york-halstead-press-1975-pp-160-1195/AD50F2A369E83FD2F8797CE5DC1B93CF

[4] The Impact of 9/11 on Politics and War: The Day that Changed Everything? Volume 1 , Matthew J. Morgan , Palgrave Macmillan, 2009 Pp: 131-137  ( http://libgen.li/ads.php?md5=194bd0287c0807a0dc0ba2de1c0284a9)

#terrorists #freedom fighters #politics #international relations #foreign affairs #world politics #9/11

[scentedchildnacho]

I definitely recommend carbon neutral or smoking or not your homo sapian qualities will still return your teeth to austra....

Homo sapian is still considered alien alienating so you can't keep those qualities unless all the time...so

Anyway she told me I needed a government phone though and 211 and just be persistent with it....so I told her people capable of intimidating those processes to projects are often black and black has emigrational tendencies to it to over achieve or do way more then common people really expect from the human....whites remind of the punisher but on a normal level no one expects people to tolerate an access office.....

If its African American history those people may have some fame for getting a project through as environmental but I would caution from beliefs that anyone can

211 those are putins idiots and I'm not worthy of vladimirs better officers and he often tries to kill me of his idiots

I told her if I tried to go to 211 you would realize that i am latin to them and they take active part in encouraging im punished in very abusive ways if i wont do felons work punishments like excoriation...

To them every financial felons punishment to re manage trash is just my job to die of and im not going to do things even if reigning jail privilege has tortures for me I can't imagine ...

She told me i should persist so I said I am with what I can do.....I did repurpose available materials for homeless sleeping and that is maybe the first time recently in california people have thought of homeless as having more space from the ground and better spine and neck protections

I am with Rosa parks

I don't want to die rigid and sainted and if I want to go to a nice concert a beautiful lady invited me freely to see her perform then I'm going to go see her sing for me

I dont want to die a worker paying the poor off for every little demand on a homo genetic sheep level they may be didn't completely think through and I'm not going to abuse my ego all the time and give up so much I have for landlords and latin conscription jobs

He is very famous in film for interstitial space use they didn't have light in their shanty town so he went and got all the plastic bottles and filled it with a light chemical and lit up their just shanty life....so yes it's important ...

I do mooc I am a moocer.......and I persist in learning more every day how to see hygiene terrorism for what it is and I am non violently striking jobs and that can take a really long time.....truth is their hygiene terrorists and people with 2nd amendment ideas will gain property before I do their violent idiots that intend to use civil classifications for no real clear reason so they go get guns and give them clear boundaries that tell them if they play that way they will play back at them....

People like me after a lot are very very angry and so I react peacefully because defenseless people finally get maximum penalties on those systems and they go away forever I'm very angry and I'm willing to do what it takes for the world to actually change....

She wanted to know if I had any income so I said no none at all.....why so I said white suffragettes acted after black men and Frederick Douglas writes about the treatment of the American negro that you cannot put it's manifestations into jails or interments and batter it till it will become native or exonerate it's essential or first African manifestation

I would call intentions to white more about Malcolm x....I really don't like police as a terrorist organization and new France as largely a gathering people I'm not really all that interested in colonials

When it comes to construction and becoming something I'm just a worker and Irish strategy is more appealing to me and I don't want to cop my life into it's eve ill burden of conquer the zombies by showing it taking care of or it will conquer you

I'm not really a conqueror I prefer assassin research...

Silence of the lambs.....I think we are here to realize these men that hold us hostage here have a strange scary house though somewhere and her wealth will keep doing this to me if i wont kill it off her.....

My mistress....

He as wealthy killed his own family now why would my lady and mistress treat me this way....it appears to me the men around me in pacific beach with confederate flags get into hospitals also and try to mass murder mentals in there and she will persist in mal treating me till I kill the doctor dissector off her

And she was like go talk to the pastor so I said those are religionists and spiritualists and they do truly share what they have there....

Churches are federal property but they have to negotiate their contracts there and if The Religious authorities are finally this can't be practiced anymore then they have to leave to....

The pastor told me I should try a shelter so I told him it's happened to me too many times that felons are capable of battering and stressing out systems to get attention from the police

The police are kind of interesting that way ...for felons their personal fantasies and it's well if your always a repulsive needy man that continues to parasite on systems already depleted then the police will take care of you and I don't think their going to like being bothered by you ...

A lot of traffickers are still very active in shelters and it's systems compared to women's studies and lesbian recommendations aren't working

Often abused poor neglected battered women have to leave an abusive situation for a different abuser....

So ultimately those systems are actively creating terrorists it's systems of complete domination or torture of mental handicaps are as bad as Guantanamo and leaves survivors with permanent hatred of their attacker and voluntary commitment to help forces willing to remove those systems

Shelters on a mental handicap law level are very illegal....they try to inject viruses or vaccines for experimental purposes their often shockingly unclean their first motive is to disbelieve and blame mental handicaps to be immediately wife killing essentially ...

My mom's friends were veteran wives and I'm not really someone who comes out of my detached shell to feel kind and magnanimous unless it kills attacker or forces systems that deserve it humiliated for its performances

That's why I tend to forgive my lady

He batters and threatens us because he wants to impress a lady cop.....that is police theory I am aware of currently

My impression of lady cops is that they are a foriegn occupation I was never trained to behave that way to my own country competition....so he will have to find out who she is actually has nothing to do with here

He probably will have to find out that he deeply really doesn't know her....

Anyway I've been homeless a long time so I've learned a lot and participated in a lot and I wouldn't apply to a food stamp office my access classification has become more important then that dikshit i create little jobs and i could tolerate a kitchen so if its going to be more most insipid figure out lowest payments and most extreme endurance i would have to kill someone and i dont feel like it its gross

I explained I do need to see an emigrationist or legal group who can feel open time and obligation to be social and that will be hard to find in a place as miserable as pacific beach....it would seem to be Helter skelters were suppose to be allowed a politic like thats womans film career will greatly diminish their opportunity with its narrow idea of race creation....but it seems to me a lot of jobs are more scary back woods people with very unhygienic belief systems and willing to inflict that on others appears to still be its essential humiliations

Well sharon Tate was like a famous actress and most white people can be called on that your older daddy gave you things but she was his favorite

Well many other counter culturalists did strategize normally jhumpa lahiri now you know your not completely educated and at a point of adversity when your excessively flattered so it's more that I don't enjoy gross rippers...I have been humble

Moocs it's more about finding police districts that will stop enlistment and metropolisation because Parisians do feel very crowded and attacked and are willing to de construct and get housing so....it's not going to be feasible to put forward the new York times best selling go there bring that back and start an organization

They are putting up a new building in pacific beach so I assume when some of those rentals are exposed as a prior public prison bathroom are finally just taken down and things become more separated then their will be more green space and I will be allowed to pass through here without tabloid conduct that finds my life too interesting

They won't allow a system that wants to feel more prestige to ever feel separated from the sex industry so when her and his is finally not too together more dignity can be brought to circumstances

And religion and lesbianism use to be separate those things were for women only

I mean i don't know if i am experiencing vibes that balance is coming back ...it's been my experience that situations like this can only be proverbial......and just get worse and worse with only shock value funded....

Slavery people had to endure really painful and invasive clinical rapes to be told their a job in life.....so for some people very compliant with systems hatred for the system is much deeper then mine and they work with policy makers to be sure it's never taken as reputable

Just shut down if covid in many ways those that appear to economically benefit from jobs are actually the people who destabilize it's hive and turn it into something to be run down and left...

Anyway........uhm my Paris class was like not really they have been going around like they deserve the good kind benefits of unions and their really not good kind people and have not accomplished what their economic portfolio claims.....and then my situation remains completely unfunded and that's not fair to me at all I'm just not a bad person or a criminal.......so eventually it is possible that it will be they won't live so grossly anymore soon....

I mean I don't know what They will all do but eventually it will be I won't live unreformed anymore

Some of the women that had to really starve have explained to me that their situation did go through rectifying....and so it's that I do have to prepare for further battery because it won't be given unless experimental reasons are allowed....

Indianism is more prevalent so I feel very pressured to come up with a euro food politic like carbon neutral....

When really I was white and truthfully medicine is about the scientific method not prevention

Fast food honey doesn't really bother me.....but I'm having to be confronted that it was compromising some of my body processes

I am a feminist so it's that Dave the lecturer in Edinburgh gets his brain pulsations and his experience is what conditions reality and the men around are serial killers that won't stop shocking themselves with bad lighting that doesn't want them around and so is not fixed

So im not really sure my depression is mine...if you ask me they go to those lights to infect everyone with their terrible problems

Dugas look alikes and lights that look like pound ass....

Everything use to for a moment appear like it was going to be okay before those men came here and now he puts scare crow into a box...

[wyldwyldwest]

SCANNING…IDENTIFICATION COMPLETE. ENTER [WYLDER ZANDER ZATARA-WEST], [CHILD] OF [ZATANNA AND WALLY WEST]. CODENAME: [KID FLASH].  A  [24]  [THIRD] YEAR ENROLLED IN THE [SUPERHUMAN] TRACK. INTEL SHOWS THEY ARE [CHARMING], BUT CAN ALSO BE [OVERBEARING]. ABILITIES INCLUDE [SUPER SPEED AND MAGIC]. FACIAL RECOGNITION MISTAKES THEM FOR [benjamin wadsworth].

Demographics

Name: Wylder Zander Zatara-West

Alias: KidFlash

Gender: HetMale

Course: Superhuman

Year: Third

Birthday: December 8 (Sagittarius)

Age: 24

Sexual Orientation: Experimenting/unsure

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

Hero Profile

Power/Talent: Low level magic and super speed

Power/Talent Description: Because his father isn’t homo-magi, Wylder’s magic powers are far inferior from his mothers. He tends to instead stick to enchanting objects and using his super speed. Due to his connection with the speed force, Wylder can cast multiple spells of quickly and accurately.

Weaknesses: Like his mother, Wylder has to speak his spells. Also magic tends to drain him a lot more than it would someone who full homo magi, leaving him only capable of doing small spells. He also

Hero/villain Name: Kid Flash

Costume Description: Click here J

Weapons: Wylder uses a bat that he will enchant to fit the situation. He usually opts for titanium, he hits with the velocity of the speed force, making his hits powerful and destructive.

Gadgets/Tech: N/A

Bio

As the oldest son of Zatanna Zatara, Wylder was born a Momma’s boy. Spoiled? Yes. There was rarely a day that he heard the words no. And when he did it often only took a smile and a please for the answer to be changed. He loved and idolized his dad too, but the bond he had with his mom was special. He was born with a sense of adventure and found himself in all kinds of mischief, quite literally living up to his name.

He knew he didn’t have the traditional family. His parents didn’t exactly plan to be having a child together. While they loved each other it was more of a platonic than romantic. He envied his friends that didn’t have to “go to dad’s” every other weekend. Yeah, it only took them a matter of moments, but that wasn’t the point. Still, Wylder always had hope that somehow, his parents would end up back together. Over all though, he had a happy family and a happy childhood. As long as John Constantine wasn’t around. Wylder had never been a fan of the man. In fact, he very much hated him. He hated how many times he’d seen his mother cry over him, no matter how well she tried to hide it. And she always seemed to drink more when he was around. Not to mention he reeked of cigarettes. His mom may not have loved his dad, but they deserved better than him.

So when she told him that she and John were going to get engaged over the summer well….needless to say Wylder didn’t take It well. He packed up his things and moved in with his father and Linda. The two still haven’t spoken, though his mother tries. But he’s angry and hurt and refuses to let her ruin both their lives. Coming back to school was a blessing for him this year. He’s able to escape and pretend that his home life isn’t falling apart.

Wanted Connections

all of these are vague jumping off points for connections, and with any of them, details would be UTP and dependent on character chemistry & interactions!

Basic Plots

Best Friend: Ren 

Hookups: he’s a whore. Let him be a good one.

Exes:

friends with lingering feelings

Teammates

Teen Titans

Baseball

Track and Field

lab partners

tutor – wylder needs the tutor.

first loves

more detailed

U Up? (0/1) - Wylder + muse b met on a crazy night . their chemistry was undeniable ; up to the point where they had slept together on a drunken night . sure they swore to each other that they would never ever ever talk to each other again , yet , somehow , they always find themselves longing for each other , and just wanting to send that one text at 3 am about how much they miss the other .

#Squad – (0/5) a group of friends that would do just about anything for each other. they’ve grown up together, and their bond never changed as they made it through high school, college, and now into their adult lives. if one is in trouble, all they need to do is call and the others will come to their rescue, no matter where they are or what the situation is. even when some things in life aren’t as good or easy, there’s no doubt in any of their minds that they’ve always got a strong bond of friends to keep them grounded and love them unconditionally.

#Romantic Arch nemesis – due essentially? Enemies to lovers.

Opposites Attract – (0/1) Wylder comes from a wealthy family, and was born with a silver spoon in their mouth. MUSE B is not as wealthy, and has had to work for everything they have. When they meet Wylder he is smitten, they are immediately put off viewing him as nothing but a spoiled brat. But wylder is willing, and do anything they can to win even the slightest bit of attention. He knows one day that they’ll be able to get MUSE B to fall for them. It’s only a matter of time before they truly see what they’re missing.

#LKUTASK #LKUINTRO #intro

[freya-rat-face]

Maybe ten years ago, I found out that a good ninety precent of the things that make me "weird" in casual society are actually just autistic traits. Huge revelation. But I'm still pretty fucking weird to most people.

I suck at pretending to be normal. I can't mask worth a shit, and I assumed since early childhood that everyone had masks (I even called them that) they wore for everyone else so the little bits that make them weird can't be seen.

I insist even now that people wear masks, just not the kind specifically for hiding neurotypes. You hear about it sometimes from allistic/NT people, it's all over the place in entertainment media-- you have to maintain your image. No farting on the first date, anxiety to even take too long in the bathroom. Can't be seen without makeup, can't be seen in a place like this, must be seen in a place like this. There are fucking publicists whose fucking jobs are to create exactly that. Don't tell me it doesn't count just cos they're not holding back infodumping. It's different, but I was gaslighted WAY too long with "everyone has those problems". For whatever reason, whoever they're presenting to, literally everyone is pretending at least a little. Even just for themselves.

But anyway-- I tried for a long time, then gave up, then tried some more, and eventually I took on a very David Attenborough attitude of observing my peers. "See the homo sapiens adolescents practicing their mating rituals. Only a few will gain a mate in this process, but for most, it is a vital learning exercise." (You'll be unsurprised to find out I didn't date until I was nineteen.)

And this translates pretty directly into writing. In the worldbuilding groups, it was quickly obvious that the lot of us are ND and most of us are in the hobby specifically because of how we've taken to observing the world and trying to figure out why the fuck people are Like That.

It also goes into character building. And I've finally figured out why one of the things that makes my characters the way they are is also one of the things that's socially unacceptable. (Or maybe vice versa, I'm not sure what order this is going in.)

Loads of people dislike that thing where I see all the little bits that make them special, because it makes them feel exposed and too much on display. Intrusive, is a word I've been called to my direct knowledge. (I'm not great at non-explicit communication and only learned in my mid twenties to let people know I need to be told to fuck off.)

I never understood it, and I came around to it when I was talking to the Cat.

They're trying to blend in, dammit, trying to fit in and not get kicked out of the in-group, whatever group that may be. Of course picking out what makes them an individual makes them uncomfortable.

Those little special things are what brings the characters to life, though. Eupa's anxiety and cleaning tic, Brotz's fluster with forward women, Daemon's tail tapping the floor when he's impatient.

Funny how I wouldn't notice that one, but I suppose all my characters are a living out-group and can't feel rejected from their community like that.

(Brotz did for a while, Eupa finally came around and helped him settle.)

[oh-atlas]

two weeks of manifesting paid off and i've gotten completely destroyed thank u for ur support in manifestation here's my play by play from the ophelia / ireena big homo scene from today as best as i can remember bc i get POSSESSED when i'm doing emotional scenes in dnd and forget what i even say LMAO. it was so tense and tender and i'm not going to stop thinking about this ever wah.

Ophelia left all of her belongings, her mask, and her coat in her room and left to knock on Ireena's door with only the flask of wolf's blood she secretly collected last session. Ireena told her to come in and was standing by the window in a beautiful red nightgown on (AND NOT MUCH ELSE, IS WHAT MY DM SAID), and described how beautiful ireena was but how something about, even though ophelia's never had the money for nice clothes like what ireena's wearing, it fills her with a pang of homesickness. (🗡️🗡️🗡️)

Obviously in a little bit of gay panic, Ophelia tells her that they need to talk about earlier today, and she knows it isn't the best time, but she feels like it can't wait. Ireena looks a little bit wary but Ophelia continues and says she knows about what Ireena did with her blood. And Ireena tries to lie, I roll an 18 insight check and pick up. that Ireena's terrified. and she's scared of Ophelia

so ophelia backs off a little bit (FEELING TERRIBLE) and tells Ireena that she has no intention of hurting her and she's sorry that she's scared. and says. i think we have more in common in this situation than you think. and ophelia unbuttons the top buttons of her shirt and walks a little bit closer to show ireena her bite scar (and it also shows. a bit of the burn scar. and her necklace.)

EDIT: IN MY ORIGINAL DRAFT OF THIS I FORGOT THE MOST IMPORTANT HOMO MOMENT. AND I QUOTE FROM MY DM: "She blushes terribly and turns her gaze, and then she can't look away - and then can't look away for a different reason" (tfw u get to see titties and its only after that u process SCARS)

anyways ireena comes closer and reaches out a hand and asks ophelia 'may i' and ophelia nods and is. trembling. and ireena gently touches the bite mark, and then reaches to lift ophelia's necklace. and looks at the burn scar and is obviously upset and sad and says "how long have you been doing this to yourself?"

and ophelia steps back so they're not touching anymore and says "it's fine." ireena says "can't you wear it over your shirt?" ophelia replies "it's right where it needs to be."

ophelia transitions them back into vampire talk, expertly deflecting like a champ. she's a champ at this. and ireena tells her that she's so relieved that when ophelia was testing which ireena was real, she didn't react to holy water. but she also wanted to know what it tasted like. in case she did change. to know if she could handle it. and the worst part was that she liked the taste. and ophelia nods. and just gives her the flask and tells her that if she needs it, it's there. and if she feels like she's changing, ophelia's there for her. they just. need to be careful. ophelia hasn't told anyone she's a vampire and she doesn't want to.

and ireena thanks her and hugs her 😭 and ophelia lets her, and she's warm and it feels good to be touched like this, but ophelia's trembling again and trying so so hard to keep it together because all of this is terrifying to her, the vulnerability and the touch, and her feelings about it.

and ireena pulls back and puts her hands on ophelia's biceps and squeezes a bit and tells her "i'll keep your secret. we'll take care of each other."

and ophelia just. voice cracking because she cannot keep her emotions in check says "OkaY" and LEAVES. BEELINES FOR THE EXIT.

she def went back to her room and had a sob. and post session my dm and i were like "oh yeah she and ireena were both up for at least another hour having gay panic moments simultaneously"

tldr;

#ch: ophelia #game: curse of strahd #r: ophelia x ireena #i am going to go fucking insane #this was NUTS #insane of my dm to be like. HEY. BRIDE ERA REFERENCE : )

[sohin-ace]

Josuke & Okuyasu - Magazine

Inspired by that one fanart I can't use because I can't find the artist.

Enjoy~

'Boys will be boys'.

We don't count the times this excuse was used to justify the hormone-driven and often stupid decisions or behaviors of male teenagers.

This applies to our two protagonists, Josuke and Okuyasu who just happened to be at that age where boys were curious about their own selves but most importantly of course, curious about the opposite sex.

They couldn't really be blamed, sexuality was a normal part of a teenager's life after all. Which may or may not imply them oogling questionable things here and there or watching specific videos, for instance.

Josuke and Okuyasu decided to feast their eyes as a part of their numerous 'bro dates' as they called them, and made it a regular thing.

Of course, they made these moments very secret. Only them could know what sinful things they were doing after school. They trusted no one else than each other and nobody should ever know about their activities.

They especially couldn't let a girl know about their shenanigans. Oh no, that would be an absolute disaster if they were to be caught red-handed by a girl from their school. They would have to carry the heavy title of 'disgusting perverts', stamped right on their foreheads for the rest of their highschool years, if not their life.

One day as they got out of school, they decided to check out the X-rated section of a local konbini, section placed strategically in the far corner of the shop, and opened some nice porn magazine for their needy eyes. As one does.

"Yoooo Josuke check this out!" Okuyasu exclaimed to his friend while pointing to one of the pages, already blushing madly and coughing up an impressed chuckle.

"Oh my god!!" Josuke whisper-yelled to his friend, trying to not catch people's attention. "That's hot! You think those boobs are real?"

They kept on drooling over pictures of sexy women in bikinis or underwear and posing suggestively for 10 more solid minutes, completely forgetting about their surroundings.

They weren't really worried about getting caught as the section they were in was pretty far away from the entrance of the store and nobody really passed by this corner of the shop anyways.

As they were in their own little fantasy world, they didn't notice a certain H/C haired female coming up behind them.

"Hey isn't that the red head girl from last time?" Josuke commented as he pointed at a certain picture.

"The one who was licking a cherry? Yeah I think so." Replied his tan best friend who started chuckling.

"Who even licks cherries like that?"

"I don't know but she can lick my cherry if you know what I'm sayin'~"

They both snorted obnoxiously and stupidly to themselves until they suddenly heard a very familiar someone right behind them.

"Hey guys! What's up!"

The boys jumped, screaming high pitched 'Eeeks' and 'Uwahs' at the sound of your sweet voice startling them into the worst heart attack they'd ever experience, threatening to cut their short lives even shorter.

Josuke nearly dropped the lewd magazine from his clammy hands and they both turned around abruptly, sweating bullets as they desperately and clumsily hid the piece of dirty evidence behind their backs.

'Oh no. God, everything but not this...' They both thought in unison, as if connected.

The last thing they could have ever expected or wanted, was seeing YOU, of all people, here out of all places and now, out of all times. They really had the worst luck. Suddenly, getting struck by thunder seemed appealing.

"O-o-oh hey Y/N-chan..." Okuyasu stuttered shakily, still sweating profusely.

"What uh... Ahem... What are you doing... here...?" Josuke continued clearing his tight throat and eyeing his best friend with rising anxiety.

The boys were silently communicating, trying to come up with anything, any excuse to either hide their shameful crime from you, or make you leave as soon as possible. They had to work their so-called 'bro-telepathy' like they never did before.

"I was passing by to get some strawberry milk, but then I recognized your hair in the distance! I'm so glad to see you!" You smiled angelically at them while showing them your little pink carton of strawberry milk like it was some prize.

You were beaming so brightly at them, they almost had to squint at your radiating light and beauty. Oh no this was bad, they were both striked by you like an arrow right through their heart.

'She.... SHE'S TOO CUTE FOR THIS WORLD!' They both screamed in their heads.

You, in particular, should never know about what they were doing. EVER. You were way too pure and too innocent for this. Who knows what your reaction would be if you discovered their lewd secrets? Would you judge them? Be disgusted by them? Never talk to them ever again? They couldn't possibly risk that.

Sadly, they were not as glad to see you here as you were to see them. You eventually asked them the oh-so-dreaded question that they wished you'd never ask.

"So, what were you boys doing? Reading manga?" You leaned over to the side slightly trying to see what they were hiding behind their backs and they both panicked.

Obviously you didn't notice the big 'R18' sign over all three of your heads and surely, you couldn't know what this part of the store was since you probably never checked it in your entire life.

In an amazingly coordinated moment, Josuke swiftly handed the magazine to Okuyasu while walking towards you, passing in front of the Jobro, the action completely hidden from your sight.

Josuke came in front of you and grabbed your shoulders, smiling big and trying to act as natural as he could.

"Aah um yes! Manga! Actually there's this one manga I wanted to show you, good thing you're here!" The pompadour-haired haafu was still obviously in utter panick, even if he tried his best to play it cool.

As Josuke was trying to deflect your attention from their guilty pleasure, Okuyasu took this advantage to turn around and scurriedly hide the magazine back in it's original shelf.

You were confused at their shady behavior and furrowed your eyebrows a little bit. You noticed Josuke was sweating and panting slightly, but your eyes traveled to Okuyasu fumbling with the magazines behind and you tried to make out what he was doing.

But Josuke wouldn't let you discover their evil plan for anything in the world, and so, he cupped both your cheeks in his large hands earning a gasp from you as he almost squished them, and turned your head back to face him.

He leaned down to your height and your eyes widened, puzzled by his spontaneous actions.

"Y/N Look at me! Look at my eyes!" He stared at you with a serious expression and you blushed at his sudden bold act and how close he was.

"J-jojo...?" You yelped as your heart was beating fast in your chest.

You were so confused as to what the hell was going on and why they were acting so weird. You knew the two could be up to some truly bizarre adventures sometimes, but that was just so strange.

Whatever they were trying to distract you from, it was working. His face was so close to yours, and his big hands were so warm, you subconsciously put your small ones over his wrists in response, face now red with blood and adrenaline.

You were beyond puzzled at everything that was happening, but you were so lost in Josuke's ocean blue eyes, you completely forgot about what Okuyasu was hiding so clumsily.

Speak of the devil, the tan male suddenly came up to you both, and Josuke released you from his grasp as his best friend made a surprisingly genius offer.

"Ohh Y/N, you didn't pay for that milk yet, right? Good, it's my treat then! Josuke, let's get some too! I'm thirsty."

The scar-faced boy casually wrapped a large arm around your shoulders and swiflty turned you around in his strong hold, effectively dragging you away from the adult section of the store, and barely letting you any time to even glance at the overly sexual display around you.

"Eh? What about that manga you wanted to show me?" You looked back at Josuke, regaining your composure slowly.

"Oh that? Never mind, it's not important anyway- Hey Okuyasu, do you want banana flavor or chocolate?" The fourth Jojo quickly changed the subject as he opened the fridge doors and picked up some drinks.

"You guys are acting so weird today..." You loved the boys, and they usually brought you into their messes, that wasn't anything new, but sometimes you really couldn't understand them. "I'll go wait in line while you guys make up your minds."

You gently patted Okuyasu's chest who almost forgot to let you go and you walked away towards the cash register.

When you were finally out of earshot, they both stared at each other, thinking of how they just dodged a bullet so big, it might as well just have been an atomic bomb.

"D-dude... That was so clutch man...." Josuke sighed, still swallowing his stress out and his best friend only shut his eyes and cringed before grabbing his drink.

"Just shut up, let's not talk about it..."

"Aaahh!!" Okuyasu let out a loud sigh of delight as he sipped his banana milk. "Man, that hit the spot."

"Yeah! Nothing better than some fresh milk in the summer. Great idea Y/N."

You three walked out of the store and headed back home, enjoying your drinks. You giggled at their over-the-top reaction and handed them your own carton.

"You guys want to try strawberry flavor?"

"Oohh~" Okuyasu gushed before smirking and taking the item from your hands. "An indirect kiss from my little Y/N! Lucky~"

Josuke gasped and snatched the drink as well, snickering when he was done. "Can't say no when she's the one who proposed huehue!"

"Well you both drank from the same straw, so technically you two kissed too!" You laughed at their priceless shocked facial expressions.

"WHAT?!"

"Naah dude, no homo, no homo." Josuke patted his friend's back, reassuring him with the holy expression famous for saving countless men from potential homosexuality.

Okuyasu sighed in relief. "Yeah, no homo! Still in the bro zone, bro."

You snorted at their questionable reasoning and kept on walking when you suddenly saw two familiar faces coming towards you.

"Oh! It's Koichi and Yukako!" You waved and smiled at the couple who approached you.

"Oh hey guys, what are you doing?" The short male greeted with a smile.

"Oh nothing much, I bumped into them in the konbini." You sheepishly answered and Yukako quirked an eyebrow at the two suspicious looking males next to you.

"Really?" She feigned, still staring at them. "What were they doing without you I wonder..."

"I don't know, reading manga I think? I'm not sure, they wouldn't tell me." You tried to look between her and them and they seemed to glare at the girl as hard as she did them.

"Huh?" She scoffed and shifted her weight on one leg." I bet you guys were reading porn again. Y/N I can't believe your patience around those guys."

"HUUUHHH???" Koichi yelled in pure surprise at the revelation and you three widened your eyes.

"YOU FREAKIN- OH MY GOD SHUT UP!" Okuyasu gasped and screamed at the girl who was smirking in victory.

"W-what?" You stuttered and looked at the two visibly stressed boys. "Po-... I don't- ... What??"

"Y/N DON'T LISTEN TO HER SHE'S LYING!" Josuke guiltily tried to reason as you covered your mouth in shock.

"Well it's the truth, right? Did I hit a sensitive subject, perhaps?" The brunette chuckled cutely, infuriating your friends even more.

"YOU'RE DEAD!!!"

Josuke sprinted towards Yukako who easily hoisted her awe-struck boyfriend over her shoulder and ran for dear life, having no regrets whatsoever.

An old one. A very old fic, it hurts to read it. I'm going to go ahead and post some old stuff I wrote just to get them out of my drafts. I hope they'll be enough for my beautiful gangsters.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #writing #x reader #reader insert #jojo part 4 #part 4 #diamond is unbreakable #josuke higashitaka #nijimura okuyasu #platonic #josuke x reader #okuyasu x reader

[the-shiftshop]

Thrown Away and Broken

What happen to Boyfriends when they become Throw-Aways?

There it was, in front of me, grime and mud covered his body. There are tapes attached to his limbs, an evidence of being so desperate to live. He’s not looking at me, but I can see the pain and misery he had been going through.

Yet another throw-away, but this time I’m not leaving one behind. Unlike the one’s I have seen before, he looked much humane, alive. When he saw me strolling round the river, I know he wanted someone to save him. Tears welled up in his eyes seeing a human and there I thought he was human too.

Some people who buys their extremely realistic boyfriends from that shop, they only treat them like sex dolls, and when they don’t want them anymore, they just throw them away. They never treat these like people because they aren’t, but some make exemptions.

“So...” I called out. “Do you remember who’s supposed to take care of you?”

He grimaced hearing my question. I shouldn’t have asked that.

“Sorry...” I said, then continued asking him questions. “How long have you been out here?” I asked, facing him.

“I already lost count, but it felt like forever.” He answered in his deep solemn voice.

I just sat there, 5 feet away from him. Though, despite being all dirty and shit, he doesn’t reek. Probably a feature of theirs.

“How did you manage to stay alive though?”

“You mean food? I can stay alive without consuming food.”

“I mean... You’re technically in the forest. Wolves, bugs, probably snakes.”

“Gladly, I’m safe, though I might have been bit by ants almost every minute”

I looked at his shoulder that had been wrapped in tape. A thought came to me right away. He couldn’t have done that. Not in this environment.

“Uhm... May I ask what happened to your shoulder?”

Yet again, he grimaced. I was about to say sorry, but he spoke up.

“Barry... erm... My boyfriend... He was a jock much bigger than I am. He bought me not because he likes me. He...” He trailed off for a while and took a deep breath, “He wanted someone to fuck and because he can’t get any girl, he took advantage of getting me in the shop... He never treated me like a person, but because of that, I became aware of everything. I cried inside almost everyday whenever we fuck. He called me names, slurs, and never properly took care of me... and...” He stopped again, “I’m sorry... I think I’m sharing too much.”

“No, no. Let it all go.” I assured him, placing a hand on his dirty leg.

He looked up on me and almost teared up again. “A... about my shoulder... It happened before I got thrown away. He broke my shoulder when he was fucking me in the behind with my body against his wall. He was gripping my shoulder too hard and accidentally pulled it the wrong way, much like how you might break a bone when you twist yours incorrectly. He tried to tape me up. I thought he finally cared, but no. After trying to fix me, he never found me whole anymore. Instead, he took me here and ran away.”

Hearing his story is quite moving in my part. His story was much painful that when I was dumped by my girlfriend, and it tears me apart.

After then, I tapped his leg and stood up. I have made up my mind.

“Get up. I’ll take you home, but I oughta clean you up first by the river.”

He looked up at me and I can see his shock. His eyes sparkled as if I’m seeing stars in the morning. In them, tears began to pour out once more. He looked down and covered his face with his hands, and began sobbing.

“T-Thank you so much!” He repeated over and over again.

Soon, I was bathing him by the river. Starting from my torso then towards his legs. Earlier, I never really paid attention to his penis, but seeing it right now, they really had these boyfriends super realistic. His penis outmatched mine and probably even some of my friends’.

“Nice cock.” I said, jokingly. “No homo.”

He chuckled, “Thanks... though I’m pretty sure I never have used his before.”

“Really?”

“I mean, I piss and stuff when I drink water like every human does, but I guess I had never been touched down there by Barry... and I was forbidden.”

“Forbidden by Barry? Damn. How big is his effect on your life?”

He just chuckled my remarks away. Soon he’s almost clean. What’s left is his hair and face. He faced down to the point that his head touches the water. I carefully but thoroughly removed all the dirt in his hair. After that, I moved to his face, and finally, he’s fully clean.

I took him in my car, though he was still naked. I didn’t bring any extra clothes anyway. I began driving and as we pass through the houses, I can see him look around like a dog finally brought out by his owner on a car. When we arrived, I told him to hide his junk with his hands as I lead him in.

“Let’s go to my bedroom. I’ll let you use my shower to clean yourself much thoroughly. I’ll go get you some clothes.” I said, grabbing him by the other arm and leading him upstairs.

When we got to my room, he went in the bathroom and I got him some clothes: my underwear, shorts and a tanktop. I waited for him to finish cleaning himself and when he came out, I had to help him wear the underwear and shorts though. I can’t risk his arm detaching all of the sudden. He sat on the bed while I dress him up. Luckily, my clothes fit him.

“Now the shirt....” I said, looking at his arm.

“No, wait. I can stay shirtless for a while. I can’t raise my arm.” He said, holding onto his arm.

I came closer to him and examined his arm much closer.

“I’ll try to fix that one for you. Can I remove the tapes for a moment?”

He looked at me worried for a few seconds, then he nodded and looked away. I sat on the bed beside him I began taking off the tape that was barely hanging on anymore. His arm detached and got a good glimpse of how it works. They’re like a doll’s. There weren’t any blood coming out, though I can see his veins by the split of his torso and arm. It seems like the veins were blocked out to prevent bleeding. I see holes around the split of his arm, and upon examining the split on his torso, I saw those little thingies that snaps with the holes. He was not literally broken. He just got detached and I can snap it back right away.

I pushed his arm against his torso and made sure there weren’t any loose area. Soon, he can move his arm again.

His eyes brightened. It didn’t really take him a long time to finally be able to feel his arm again and make it move. He looked at his hand, flexing it and relaxing simultaneously. He looked at me and pulled me into a hug.

“Thank you so much!” He repeated all over again.

He hugged me ever so tightly. It felt so reassuring to know what I helped him. He stayed in his arms for a longer time, and before I know it, we both released and pulled in again to give him a kiss on the lips.

I pulled out, kind of shocked with what I did, but satisfied at the same time. An awkward moment built up in between us for a while. I had never kissed a guy intentionally before. He was my first.

Breaking the silence, I asked one more question.

“Uhm so... I just realized that I never really got your name.”

“I... I was never named...”

Again, we went back to silence, but then it was him who started to talk.

“You have a nice house. It’s much cleaner here.”

“I’m kind of a clean freak. Though I rarely even get visitors.”

“Ah, so you live alone?”

I stopped for a while and looked at him.

“Not anymore, I guess.”

“What do you mean?”

I took a deep breath in and let words come out.

“You’ll stay here. I’ll be the one to take care of you from now on.” I looked at him, he’s already starting to cry again, “I’ll be your boyfriend from now on, Michael.”

As if on cue, he cried upon hearing the name I gave him and I pulled him in for another kiss, a passionate one. Our tongues intertwine and soon my hand is touching his cock which was already rock hard.

“Let me be the one to make you feel good. You’ve been left out for a long time.” I smiled at him.

The morning was emotional, but the rest was rewarding. Never will I treat Michael the way his ex did. Never will I treat him like a toy. He will be treated like a normal person with me taking care of him.

#body creation #straight to gay

[kythed]

“you can hear it in the silence” - a collection of conversations between you and futakuchi kenji. 

1. april 14th, 7:56pm.

“it’s terribly boring, isn’t it?” the voice comes from right near your ear. you start, turning to see a young guy dressed in jeans, a tee, and a baseball cap, slouchy and messy in the most attractive and purposeful way. “the movie, I mean.”

you turn your eyes back towards the screen — some spanish neo-noir retelling of the same old “sexpot femme fatale turned domestic by a dashing hero with a horse” plotline. “yeah, it is. I only came so my film major friends would finally respect me.”

“that’s valid,” he whispers with a snort. an older man sitting beside him shushes him. “I only came so I could make fun of the people who only came to impress their film major friends.”

“oh, ouch,” you say, grinning. “way to attack like 90% of the foreign film audience.” 

“I’d say it’s something more like 97%, actually,” he says, briefly glancing at the movie. the dark haired, sultry love interest is batting her lashes at the brooding protagonist, nightgown slipping off her shoulder. “the remaining 3% is horny teenagers who can’t yet figure out how to erase their search history.” 

despite being in the middle of a crowded theater, you laugh, giggle echoing off the walls. several people turn around to shoot you dirty looks, and you immediately clap an apologetic over your mouth. oops.

“I’m kenji futakuchi,” your seat-neighbor whispers, extending a hand. “unprofessional film critic, engineering major, and thai tea hater. I’m willing to take you out for boba on our first date, but if you order thai tea it will also be our last.” 

“bold of you to assume we’ll even have a first date,” you say, shaking his hand with another quiet laugh. 

“oh, we will,” he says with what can only be described as a bona fide smirk. “I saw the way you were looking at me earlier.” 

before you can respond, the curmudgeonly old man beside kenji leans over and scowls. “if you kids want to keep flirting, do so outside. some of us are here for cultural enrichment.” 

kenji glances at you, face spelling out mischief. “you heard the man. shall we?” 

for a moment, you consider saying no. but then reason kicks into gear and you stand up, dusting popcorn off your lap. “we shall.” 

(discovery number one: your hand fits perfectly in his.)

2. may 2nd, 11:17am. 

“you know, this actually isn’t so bad.” kenji takes another cautious sip. “still can’t hold a candle to jasmine.”

“I respect that,” you say, offering him a taste of your drink. “I feel like everyone who hates thai tea is just jumping on the bandwagon. it’s pretty decent.”

“you’re pretty decent,” he says petulantly, snatching your tea and replacing it with his own. 

you roll your eyes. “your comebacks suck. still can’t believe I agreed to go out with you.” 

kenji feigns a look of surprise. “oh, are we going out? I thought this was a platonic thing.” 

you send a pointed look at his hand resting on your thigh, his thumb rubbing light circles in your skin. 

kenji follows your gaze and suppresses a smile, shrugging. “friends do that.” 

it’s a cool spring day, the air smelling of his cologne — vanilla, coffee, and burnt orange — and the eucalyptus growing in front of the cafe. the sunshine is fresh and pale, casting a glowy halo over kenji’s brunette mess of hair. he smiles rather angelically, as if he knows exactly what you’re thinking. 

“and do friends do this?” you say softly, leaning forward so your nose is just centimeters from his. 

kenji gulps, adam’s apple bobbing painfully in his throat. his voice cracks with his next words. “y-yeah. I do this with my buddies all the time. no homo.” 

you slowly bring your hand up to cup his jaw, letting your eyes linger on his lips before glancing back up and smiling. “oh, good. ‘cause I do this with my girls all the time, too. full homo.” 

“yeah?”

“mhm,” you purr, trying to channel some of that femme fatale energy, leaning even closer so you can feel his warm breath on your mouth — and then you pull away with a cackle, leaving kenji blinking down at you with reproach.

“women are so cruel,” he sighs wistfully, fanning his shirt and running a hand through his hair. 

“sorry,” you chirp, not sorry at all. “I don’t kiss on the first date.” 

“you don’t kiss on the first date?” kenji repeats. “so what’s the timeline — we hold hands today, and then you let me hug you next week, and then we kiss in a month, and then in like fifty years we finally fu—” 

“kenji!” you say, whipping around. you’re scandalized. there’s a family with primary school aged kids sitting at the other table, shrieking with laughter and bouncing around like pinballs on a boba-fueled sugar high. “keep it PG.” 

“I wasn’t gonna say anything bad,” kenji complains. “I was just gonna say that in fifty years we finally, uh… furbish the condo we purchase together.” 

“sure you were,” you say, and kenji just laughs. there’s something in the way he looks at you… something soft and affectionate that makes you think he might actually intend to stick around for fifty years. it scares you a little — but in a good way. 

later that day, when kenji drops you off at your front porch, you lean forward again. usually you keep your word, but today’s an exception. 

(discovery number two: he tastes like colgate and thai tea.)

3. august 21st, 8:02am. 

“what the hell,” you cough, squinting through the smoke. you can barely hear yourself over the shrill beeping of the fire alarm resounding around your apartment. “kenji?”

kenji emerges from behind the fridge, nonchalantly leaning on the wall with a nervous smile. “hey, baby. sleep well?”

“don’t you ‘hey, baby’ me, mister,” you say, marching forward, fanning the smoke away with your oversized sleep shirt. (well, technically it’s his shirt, and that’s why it’s oversized. it fits perfectly fine on him.) “what in the world did you do?” 

“why is it that when something goes wrong you always automatically blame me?” he complains, coughing. 

“because it’s always your fault,” you say, gently but firmly pushing him aside to reveal, sitting innocently on the counter… a smoking toaster with two pieces of bread (burnt nearly completely black) resting in the slots. oh lord. “kenji. babe. darling.”

“ooh, keep going, please,” kenji coos, yelping when you lightly pinch his elbow. “hey!” 

he’s about to retaliate before you double over in laughter, holding onto the edge of the kitchen counter for support. you choke out giggles between breaths, hardly able to keep balance. “you — (wheeze) — you nearly burnt down the kitchen — (wheeze) — trying to make toast?” 

“it’s not as easy as it looks,” kenji insists, gingerly picking the slices of bread (although they’re more like crackers now) out from the toaster. “I’m sorry that I wanted to do something nice for my beautiful girlfriend. and I’m sorry that the only thing I could handle was toast and coffee. well, technically just coffee, I guess.” 

he picks up a mug from the counter and offers it to you. “it might be kinda cold now. sorry. I tried.”

he’s so earnest and adorable and lovely in that moment — standing in the middle of the clouded kitchen in just mismatched socks and an old pair of boxers, holding the coffee out for you to see — that you can hardly contain yourself. 

“god, I love you,” you say without thinking, the last word catching in your throat as you look up. oh. oops. kenji’s staring at you, unblinking, big brown eyes filled with… surprise? “I mean, I meant —”

“you love me?” 

“I, uh,” you falter. this isn’t you; you’re supposed to be the calm and collected one. “this isn’t how I wanted to say it, but—”

“but you do, right? you love me?” kenji sets the mug back down and pulls you in by the waist, grinning broadly and resting his forehead against yours. your heart is pulsing erratically, but a smile big enough to match his somehow finds its way onto your face. you nod, and kenji immediately kisses you hard, tangling his fingers in the back of your hair. 

“I love you,” he says breathlessly after finally parting. you feel the uncomfortable warmth of your face and the swollenness of your lips... but you can’t quite bring yourself to care. “I love you a lot.” 

“you love me so much that you even tried to make me toast,” you laugh. “and you brought me cold coffee in my second favorite mug.” 

“no, wait,” says kenji, glancing back towards said mug. “that’s your favorite mug.”

“no, my favorite is the green one with the—”

“—with the orange flowers,” kenji groans in realization, slapping a limp, penitent hand to his cheek. “I’m a failure of a boyfriend. I deserve to go to boyfriend jail.” 

“you do,” you agree, nodding solemnly. “but lucky for you, I have a get-out-of-jail-free card right here.”

“oh?” says kenji, a devilish smile quirking up the corners of his lips. 

you hum and offer him your clenched fist, like you’re about to place something in his palm. but when he extends his own outstretched hand, you interlace your fingers with his instead. “yep. right here.” 

“you think you’re so clever,” kenji sighs, nonetheless bringing your hand up to press a brief kiss to your knuckles. 

“I do.” you shuffle towards the counter to take a sip of the coffee — sure enough, it’s cold. (but he still made it exactly the way you like it.) “c’mon. breakfast.” 

(discovery number three: burnt toast doesn’t taste so bad when you eat it with someone you love.)

4. november 1st, 10:38pm.

the commute across town from your university to your apartment is on the longer side, around forty minutes. it feels even longer late at night, though, on your way home from your part time job. 

the subway rattles on its tracks as it slows to rest at a stop (but not yours) and a handful of sleepy passengers stumble out, swinging briefcases and pulling their scarves a little tighter. you stifle a yawn, slumping back into your seat. 

“you okay?” 

you smile. ever since you got hired a couple months ago, kenji’s insisted on coming to “pick you up” from work to take the train back with you, even though he works all the way across town. (he’ll probably stay the night — he has a drawer full of his things at your place these days, complete with a dozen wrinkled t-shirts, old soccer shorts, and a bundle of irreparably tangled chargers. he hasn’t bothered to bring his own shampoo over yet, though, claiming that “yours smells so nice and fruity” and “men’s shampoo just smells like nondescript testosterone and insecurity.” he’s right of course, but all the same, you’d rather he not use up all of yours.) 

“yeah, I’m okay,” you sigh, taking his hand and feeling him begin to rub circles on your palm. you close your eyes. “just tired.” 

“hi ‘okay-just-tired,’ I’m dad,” kenji says slyly, and you open one incredulous eye. 

“did you really…?”

“I really did,” kenji says, puffing up his chest. “you walked right into it.” 

you groan and fall on top of him dramatically, burying your face in his thick fleece jacket. “I’m too dead for this. I’m like frankenstein before he was reanimated — just a bunch of limbs and organs in a useless, fleshy pile.”

“technically, he’s frankenstein’s monster,” says kenji, petting your hair absentmindedly. “frankenstein’s the name of the doctor. cute literary allusion, though.” 

“do you ever shut up?” your voice comes out muffled by kenji’s coat, but not at all devoid of its intended irritation. 

“occasionally,” he says as you lift your head. he pulls you closer with one arm until you’re practically sharing a seat, legs interlocked, your temple resting on his shoulder and his chin nestled in your hair. “when I’m sleeping. when I’m eating — well, sometimes. sometimes I talk with my mouth full.”

“yeah, I’ve borne witness to that,” you say, wrinkling your nose. you’ve tried to improve kenji’s table manners countless times (especially in light of your family’s thanksgiving dinner soon approaching), but it’s all been in vain. most likely because he enjoys seeing you get worked up about his not using a coaster, etc. “disgusting.”  

“when I’m concentrating on physics,” he continues, as if he hadn’t heard you. “when I’m in the library. when I’m kissing pretty girls.” 

he bends down and tries to give you a peck, but you gasp and dodge it. “girls? plural? you’re out here kissing pretty girls other than me?”

“when I’m kissing one specific pretty girl,” kenji corrects himself, grinning. 

you feel your own grin stretch across your face. “and which pretty girl is that?”

“my pretty girl,” he says smugly, looking incredibly pleased with himself. 

you scoff. “corny.” 

“you like it.” 

you chew on your inner cheek, trying and failing to suppress your smile. “you know I do.” 

the train’s speakers crackle alive, a cool automated voice emanating from their unseen perches: “approaching hiwamari station. projected arrival in: 1 minute.” 

“alright, time to wake up, sleeping beauty,” kenji huffs, lugging you onto your feet. you hang limp in his arms like a rag doll, unwilling to bear your own weight. “you are perfectly capable of standing. shape up before I alert the authorities, you hooligan.” 

“hmm,” you groan, finally arighting yourself with some difficulty. you want to ask where in the world he learned the word ‘hooligan,’ but your brain can hardly afford you even the most basic cognition right now. “it’s too late, and my knees hurt, and I’m tired, and I saw an ad for that new vietnamese place at the last station, and now I want banh mi. but I can’t have banh mi because there’s none on this side of town, and that irritates me.” you take a deep breath. “also, I’m cold.” 

kenji laughs and slips a loose arm around your waist as the doors slide open, gently guiding you down onto the platform. the night air bites at your skin, painting goosebumps in its wake. you’re about ready to just sit down on the ground and curl into a frustrated, exhausted ball when he crouches down, fingers straightening and smoothing the lapels of your coat. “well, I can’t really help with the sore knees and the hankering for banh mi part, but I’m pretty sure you’re cold because you’ve had your buttons undone this entire time. dummy.” 

he buttons your jacket quickly and deftly, careful to avoid pinching you in the process. a particular kind of warmth bubbles up in your chest at his concentrated expression — kenji likes to maintain his effortless, reckless reputation, but when it comes down to the bare bones of it all, he’s still the type of guy who’ll button his girlfriend’s coat for her. on the walk from the subway to your apartment, his arm doesn’t leave your body once, keeping you close to his side and shielded from the wind. 

“I’m not a dummy.”

“sure, dummy.”

(discovery number four: body heat — specifically, kenji futakuchi’s body heat — is by far the most effective way to stay warm.)

5. december 23rd, 12:01pm. 

“who’s your best friend?” the question pops into your mind and out of your mouth almost instantaneously. kenji, who’s lounging on the sofa next to you, turns, eyebrows furrowed. there’s a small douglas fir in the corner of the room, minimally decked with what ornaments you could “diy” from around the house: snowflakes made of sticky notes, bedazzled plastic utensils, etc. several small packages have been haphazardly tossed around the tree’s base, yours neatly wrapped in red tissue paper and string, kenji’s covered in newspaper and excessive scotch tape. (he tried. maybe not his best, but he tried.) 

“depends,” he says, turning off his phone and tossing it onto the carpet. “what’s your definition of best friend?” 

“you know,” you say, helplessly splaying your fingers. “monica and rachel. frodo and sam. taylor swift and karlie kloss.” 

“hold on,” kenji says, holding up a hand. “didn’t taylor swift and karlie kloss have a falling out?” 

“yeah, but for the sake of the argument,” you insist. you narrow your eyes. “wait. how do you know about that?” 

“you talk about it every time you listen to that one album, which is at least once a month,” kenji says with a grin. “probably more like twice, actually.”

“oh.” you flush, making a mental note to use earbuds more often. “anyways. answer the question.”

“wait, but you just gave me a bunch of examples,” kenji complains. he glances briefly out the window, which is iced over like a sugar cookie, obscuring the snowscape outside. mariah plays faintly in the background, jingling and whistle tones echoing through the halls. “you didn’t define anything.” 

“a best friend,” you begin, faltering and taking a moment to think. a best friend… what is a best friend, really? you frown for a moment before smiling brightly. “a best friend is a commitment. it’s when you commit to being there for somebody when they need you. and it’s when you commit to finding that person when you need them, too.” 

kenji lets out a low whistle. “okay then, socrates.”

“it wasn’t that deep,” you say with a laugh. “so. who’s yours?”

kenji grins boyishly, face lighting up like a christmas tree topper. “easy. you’re my best friend.” 

oh. you weren’t expecting that. your chest gives an involuntary little thump of pleasure. “me? what about kamasaki?”

“mmm,” kenji muses, counting on his fingers. “he’s, like, my fourth best friend. maybe third on a good day. but you’re the one I go to first.” 

you have the sudden urge to wrap your limbs around him like a koala and never let go; only your dignity keeps you from tackling him right then and there. you clear your throat, praying he can’t hear your thoughts — he’d never let you live it down. “you’re mine, too.” 

kenji doesn’t respond, just smiles and rolls off the couch onto the floor with a thud, spreading out on the carpet like a seastar. the silence doesn’t bother you, though — silence (what little you can get of it) is comfortable with you two. plus, it’s never really silent. there’s always something there, something very undefinable but very real. 

(discovery number five: you are in love.)

#you guys seemed to really like the last of these so I might make it a series?? #cackles #also ly if you see this the last one was supposed to be for the event #I'm sorry it's so late #also I got carried away and made it a whole thing #I hope it still counts T-T #futakuchi kenji #futakuchi kenji x reader #futakuchi #futakuchi x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #hqcorenet

[detectivehannibal]

Desk Dreams

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Hannibal Lecter x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Smut...lol have fun.

A/N: Testing my smut writing skills I see...I tried to weasel Will into this, but I’d hardly consider this a Will oneshot. I struggled so hard with this smh.

Requested by: @no-homo-hank

Prompt: also.. if i may request something sm*tty. personally i think your writing is so good. soo maybe something in his office yk yk like if the reader has a *sexy* dream about him,, and she has to tell him,, idk idk and only if you’re comfortable with it ofc! thanks :)

Word Count: 1,697

“Is it so wrong to change things up a little?”

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You couldn’t get it out of your head. The images, the sounds, the touches, the smells. You had tried to shake it off all morning. You had brewed an extra strong cup of coffee hoping to rid your conscious of the less than appropriate dream from the night before, but to no avail. You never really had dreams, and you especially didn’t have such scandalous ones. On top of that, you definitely never had sex dreams about your therapist. 

Sure, you found him attractive in more ways than just his striking intelligence. However, the thought of anything that wasn’t purely professional had never crossed your mind. You knew what Hannibal thought about dreams. He had mentioned to you before that they are often a crucial tell-tale of a person’s mental state most of the time. That was the part you couldn’t figure out.

What did having such a racy dream mean for you?

You pondered the thought on your way to your session. You desperately wished that you didn’t have to go today, but you knew you’d be questioned about it next session if you canceled. You entered his office’s waiting room, there were no other patients at that time. You weren’t surprised, considering most people tried to push for the afternoon appointments. You took your normal seat, knowing that Dr. Lecter and Will Graham would be finished shortly. Will Graham’s appointments were always before yours, and you always noted how Will always looked as if his brain had been completely picked apart when he exited.

You often wondered what sort of things they talked about.

Sure enough, the door opened a few minutes later, Hannibal seeing Will out of his office. 

“I will see you soon, Will.” Hannibal said to Will, who had pretty much already ended the conversation. 

Will spotted you waiting and actually offered a smile. He didn’t know you outside of the waiting room, but well enough to know your name and speak to you.

“Hello, [Y/N],” He greeted, leaning in slightly; “He’s acting strangely today.” He whispered.

You gave him a confused look, but returned the greeting before he dashed off and out of the building. What did he mean by “acting strangely”? There was only one way to find out. 

“[Y/N], are you ready?” Hannibal asked, inviting you into his office.

You nodded, entering swiftly. When you passed by him, a familiar scent enriched your nose. The smell of his cologne was exquisite and suddenly sparked your memory of the dream from the night before. So that was what you smelled in the dream. You had never paid attention to it before. 

Speaking of the dream, it was suddenly all you could think about. You sat in one of his chairs, immediately striking Hannibal as out of character. He decided to hold off on mentioning it yet. 

“Good morning. How are you?” He asked, sitting in the chair in front of you.

Your leg bounced anxiously as you found yourself in a trance, raking over his features. Had his hair always been so nice? Were his eyes always so enticing? You caught his gaze, waiting for you to give an answer.

“Huh? Oh! I’m doing well.” You said, beginning to feel a heat creep over your cheeks.

His hand briefly went up to his collar to readjust his tie. You basically stopped yourself from salivating. His hands were...so perfect. 

“You’re nervous.” He announced.

You denied. You denied hard. You would not let him through to you today. You’d die of embarrassment.

“Nope. Not nervous,” You said, visibly nervous; “What makes you say that?”

His expression was calculating. He was soaking you up like a sponge to sink water, taking everything in to be squeezed out again.

“For starters, you’re sitting. You usually walk around during our sessions,” He noted; “Secondly, your entire demeanor is tense.” 

Your leg stopped bouncing and you slowly stood from your chair, you began to try and walk as you normally did, but it ended up being more of a pace. 

“Is it so wrong to change things up a little?” You asked as casually as possible.

He looked so good in that light blue shirt. 

“No, but there’s always a reason for such change.” He bantered.

You shot him a look. It was hard to get anything past him. 

“I just...” You tried to come up with an excuse, but turned up short. 

He waited patiently, his gaze never leaving yours. You sighed in defeat. 

“Dreams are normal, right?” You asked, preparing to bite the bullet.

He nodded simply.

“Certainly.” 

You chewed your lip in thought, careful with how you approached this. You fiddled with the hem of your sweater.

“I had a rather interesting dream last night,” You confessed; “It wasn’t anything I had ever experienced.”

He was listening intently, not quite following what you were getting at.

“What did you dream about?” He prompted.

You felt a sudden rise in your throat. This was painful to admit.

“Well, you were in me- uh, I mean...in it.” You said, mentally cursing at yourself for your embarrassing slip up.

A wave of realization was clear on his face as he connected the dots. You wanted nothing more than to crawl in a hole and die.

“[Y/N], I can assure you that sexual fantasy dreams are quite normal.” He said in an attempt to comfort you.

You groaned miserably, burying your face in your hands. You were humiliated. You’d have to request a different therapist. Maybe even seek out a totally different counseling practice.

“Dreams often must be explored to be understood. Tell me more about the content of this dream.” He requested calmly.

Your blood went hot. What? Why did he want to know that? You looked to him, surprised to see that he was completely serious. You rubbed your palms together nervously.

“I came in for my usual session. The energy was different. You were looking at me in a way you don’t usually,” You explained; “The conversation took a turn and...we had sex.”

His expression remained unchanged, but you weren’t close enough yet to see the fire in his eyes. He stood from his seat and took slow strides over towards you. You were sure he could hear your thumping heart.

“How was I looking at you?” He questioned, his voice thick and smooth.

That’s when you saw the riled up glaze in his eyes. A sudden wave of emotion and arousal crashed over you. This was really going to happen.

“Just like you are now.” You breathed out.

Instantly, his lips were on yours. Passionate and needy, but steady and calculated too. His hands gripped your waist, pushing you towards his desk. He shimmied you onto the cool, dark wood and allowed you to remove his suit blazer. 

Your mind was racing, but your movements were faster. You untucked his dress shirt from his pants while his fingertips worked on unbuttoning your jeans. It was a hot, heavy silence as the two of you stripped down enough to get the job done. His mouth was hot on your neck once your pants were casted aside, sucking a hickey on your most sensitive spot. 

“Dr. Lecter, I...” You trailed off, your mind too clouded with pleasure to offer any kind of sentence.

This felt so wrong, but so right at the same time. You were thankful for patient-doctor confidentiality. 

“Hannibal.” He corrected, unbuckling his belt and getting his pants down to his ankles.

Woah. First name basis. That was new. Hannibal really seemed to know his way around a woman. You found that rather shocking.

“Is this your means of dream exploration?” You joked, giving a breathy laugh.

“Something like that.” He replied.

He pulled himself from his boxers, stroking a few times before gingerly pushing himself inside of you. A synchronized moan drew from the both of you as he pushed through your walls, traveling as deep as he could go. He pushed your back down onto the desk, watching you sprawl out desperately for him.

He began with slow thrusts to allow you to adjust to his length, but hit the sweetest of spots each time he went back in. He grasped one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist so he could get a better angle. He had one hand on your throat, wrapped firmly but not uncomfortably. 

“Hannibal, please. Faster.” You begged, your tone coming out as a whine.

He hummed in response, his pace beginning to pick up. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk as the sounds of skin and rattling desk objects echoed in your ears. He admired the way your eyes glassed over in pleasure, his own forehead beginning to break out into a sweat. 

“Was this how your dream played out?” He asked, the slightest bit of strain in his voice; “On my desk...in the middle of a session.”

You nodded in response, but that wasn’t enough.

“Use your words.” He ordered, slamming back into you again.

“Yes.” You groaned out.

“Good girl.” He praised, moving his pace even faster.

This wasn’t how he’d usually pleasure a woman. He preferred something a little more timed out and slow, but you needed something spontaneous and fast. He could feel it radiating off of you. Your mind bounced back and forth from the dream to this present moment. This was too good to be true.

Your legs tightened around his waist, signaling to him that you were awfully close. He himself felt a twitch, looks like you were going to both finish on time. He continued to pound into you, your moans relentlessly sounding out into the air. Your high-pitched, surprised gasp alerted your release, his own spilling out just a few moments later. 

Your moans and sounds dwindled into heavy breathing, your chests heaving to catch up. He collapsed onto your shaky frame, your hand resting in his hair. You could barely comprehend what had just happened. You suddenly had a whole new reason to come to therapy. Hannibal lifted his head, pride written all over his face.

“I think...we’ll pick this back up next week.”

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