#feel like the joke would have missed its mark if not a lot of people remember

[beiasluv]

ok so i sent a request but im not sure if you got it bc it glitched for me

anywy its like the fic you did wherin reader and neteyam are twins and stuff and reader likes aonung and aonung likes her and stuff, and the main thing of the fic is that jake and neteyam (mostly jake) are protective of her like the "no boys until i die!" shi yk

anyway love your work xx

protective sullys

a/n: PLEASE, GUYS WE NEED JAKE’S DAD GIRL ERA PERIODT / i feel something’s not right in this fic, but i hope you guys still enjoy it 🤍

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the day your family arrived at the metkayina clan was one of the most beautiful and hideous days in the history

you guys were met with judging eyes and snickers from the people, while some gave reassuring smiles. you don’t know who to trust or where to go, but you hoped for the best and put on a fake smile to calm your siblings down.

but, neteyam being neteyam, he knows you too well. he sensed a feeling of uneasiness in your gut and he can feel it too. i mean, what do they say about twins?

while tuk held on to neytiri and jake, neteyam wrapped his arm around your shoulder, rubbing gently along your marks, and whispering comforting words.

“it’s goin’ to be alright, y/n…, i know we can do it, sully sticks together, huh?” he was met with your snicker to his joke.

but…one particular eye caught your attention. the bluest and tender teal eyes amongst the crowd stared into your soul. you felt your legs trembling under his gaze, yet you stood tall. neteyam noticing him as well made an unwelcoming face toward the intruder’s view

“well, our daughter, tsireya, and son, ao’nung, will show you the way of our lives. treat them with respect and be kind to them, for they are like babies taking their first step,”

‘so…‘ao’nung’…huh?’

settling down in your marui wasn’t as easy as it was back home. the floors are bouncy, which tuk liked A LOT, and there is little to no privacy at all. you miss the pandora plants and leaves that provided shade and coverage.

anyways, life was starting to look better.

until someone had to ruin it again…that familiar eyes you know so well, yet to little. he was staring at you again.

the very first practice session your siblings and you received much unnecessary embarrassment from the metkayina’s teens

well, it would be fair to say that you received them the least. ao’nung is always coughing or changing the subject

“well, you know, freak, if you don’t have those five little fingers then-“

“ahem, where were we? oh, right, let’s go to the reefs over there, numnuts,” ao’nung pointed towards the sea with his real fingers. “last person’s a raw egg.”

without another word, he swam off into the sea. and unknowingly to you, a grownup teenager, you still fell for the stupid game every time. seeing your siblings beating you to dive into the ocean, you followed in quickly.

but it seemed like your attempts had been in vain. bubbles leaving your mouth, covering your views of the world around you. like heaven sent, his -yes you knew this color- teal marked hand clutched your body from drowning into the ocean floor, dragging you up to the surface.

“are you alright? i am sorry, so sorry,” he clutched your face in his arm. “are you hurt?” he grabbed hurriedly along your body checking for injuries.

“i- i am fine, no worries, thank you,” you smiled sheepishly.

“now, hold my shoulders, okay?” he guided you behind his back. “breath in…we’re going down,” you breathed your last air and your body was submerged underneath again.

while at the coral reef, he took an extra effort to stay close to you. neteyam caught on what was going on and he wasn’t happy about you being close to that teal freak. lo’ak definitely gave a side eye on ao’nung.

that simple act of kindness melted your heart by a little, even if you didn’t want to accept it.

to say that when jake heard the news of your possible death, he wasn’t the most friendly towards ao’nung. tonowari wasn’t the most glad either. (dads being homies vibe)

plus, the fight they had on the beach didn’t help the situation get any better.

“please! guys! stop!” you shouted as you ran up from the ocean, finding yourself with the sight of a tumbling ball of blue na’vis

your sight caught the eyes of one particular metkayina and a gulp in his throat. looking at your fresh of the water and hair sticking to your body he managed to croaked out, “hey…y- y/n.”

“neteyam! lo’ak! c’mon!” you insisted. without a second thought, you dragged them by their ears and kicked off a metkayina attacking their tails. “please, show us some respect and we’ll reciprocate them, sorry for them.”

you flicked your head back and turned away from them, making your way towards your marui. that sight caught one metkayina to get lost in his mind and a drool slipped down his lips. ‘man, he messed up real bad.’

but in the mist of the mess, the heart of the storm, was just a lover boy trying his best to retrieve his chance

jake and neteyam turned on their ultimate protective mode 110%

“never bother my sister, ever AGAIN. you hear that?” neteyam hissed against ao’nung’s face, adding extra effort to spat a saliva against his teal face.

jake would be so protective of you 😭

he would always remind you every morning like: “no boys until i die, understand?”

hugs you all the timeeee. when walking around the village, wrapping a hand around your shoulder is a must for him.

protecting you from the eyes of the boys is his first priority. (cuz, obviously, he knows what those boys thinks, because he was once like in their place 💀)

jake would always tell you to cover up 😭 (as if na’vi clothes provide any coverage-) but anyways, he’ll say like “wear a shawl over your shoulder, it’s hot outside.”

always asking where are you going and when are you gonna come back.

lying to jake about those stuff are useless, so you did what a good child would do: telling him that you are going to hang out with ao’nung

i am telling you that jake lost his MIND, “WHAT, Y/N, HONEY, NO, WITH HIM? WHY?”

but anyways, our consent king respected his baby’s decision and let you go, BUT was panicking so much.

“okay, honey, what did i tell you?”

“yes, dad, no kissing, no hugging, no mating, come back before sunset, and use the talkie-walkie if he does something weird,” you rolled your eyes. for sure you are not going to mate with some dude on a first date.

“you missed one…”

“no touching, right, dad, what do you expect us to do if we are not allowed to have physical contact, meditate?”

“right, then, meditation sounds nice, doesn’t it?”

“dad!”

neteyam would kill for you without a hesitation. scaring some creepy dudes? easy

he gives out the best bear hug for youuuu

loves to comfort his siblings, especially you

jake is not much of a difference. he is super protective of his kids and you especially. his prized possession and the apple of his eyes.

being his oldest daughter, requires lots of sacrifice but jake’s affection for you is all worth it.

anyways, GOOD LUCK ao’nung, you need that. passing through the death valley with two demons behind your trail is not easy 💀

every time he comes to pick you up, he is sweating like a DAWG

“hello, mr.sully, is erm…y/n here?”

“well, where do you expect her to be? did you made a proper plan? son…, my daughter is not an object you could just pick up whenever you are bored.”

“yes, sir, we agreed to go-“

“ao’nung!” you called as you walked out. “bye, dad, love ya,” a peck on the cheek for jake and you’re off the marui.

“bye, sweetheart,” a smile for you and a death glare for ao’nung, pretty basic.

neytiri to the rescue, guyssss. she definitely have a soft spot for boys, and boys like *ahem* jake ao’nung.

she sees his effort for you and tries to persuade jake into giving in. and jake will be like: “pLEASE, no.”

but changing someone as egotistical as ao’nung to become more humble isn’t the easiest job. every moment, hanging out together, it was as if you rubbed his ego down step by step.

ronal and tonowari were GLAD. “please, y/n, tell us how you do it” 💀

ao’nung became the sweetest boy for you 🥺 *neteyam staring behind*😈

today’s a great day to treat yourself! 🤍

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

#fanfiction #avatar imagine #avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #imagines #neteyam imagine #neteyam x reader #jake sully imagine #jake sully x reader #ao’nung

[ms-cartoon]

I've been coming across a bunch of Hazbin spoilers and decided "screw it" and found the leaks to the full episodes. (I don't care how sensitive you leak haters are about it)

Of course, as expected, this show is already turning out to be trashy as I would expect it to be. Little retcons here and there, shitty writing, some crappy and pathetic characters who already lost whatever mojo they had back in the pilot, voice-acting is bitter as it will always be, etc.

There are a lot of issues with just these two eps, but I'm just gonna point out the ones that got my attention the most.

WARNING: THERE ARE SPOILERS/ MENTIONS OF HARRASMENT AND ALL THE 18+ BS.

-- Charlie- "Once upon a time, there was a glowing city protected by golden gates, known as Heaven. It was ruled by beings of pure light. Angels that worshipped good and shielded all from evil."

I beg to differ since it's established already that angels from heaven are nothing but fakes and are evil as hell, probably proud of it. Exhibit A: Adam and Sera. Now if they were anything like Frollo (someone who believes they are doing good but are not) I might be okay with it. Like say, they only resort to extermination because they're from heaven, they feel it is their job, and they have to do it even though it's wrong. Instead, however, I assume they exterminate because they just like to do it and they're evil like that. They probably have a feeling that some sinners are still good people on the inside and just don't care.

-- Charlie: As the numbers of Hell grew, so did its power. Threatened by this,

Heaven made a truly heartless decision that every year, they would send down an army an extermination to ensure Hell and its sinners could never rise against them.

I hear with my little ear another retcon!!

In the pilot, the only reason why extermination was a thing was because of overpopulation in hell. Now they're saying heaven is exterminating sinners cuz they're threatened by the overgrowing power and they don't want to be rebelled by it?? I going to guess that they only made this change so they can force evil on heaven while making Lucifer the innocent one. This is exactly what they did with Stella in the HB series where it was brought up that things were okay between her and Stolas only for the second season to say Stella hated Stolas the whole time they were together and treated him badly just so the writers can tell us viewers that she's evil.

Is this gonna be a thing now?

-- Angel: I'll have the horniest sinners knockin these walls down to get in!

This body was made to be exploited!

Seriously, guys, this is the same pervert we're supposed to feel bad for BECAUSE he's being exploited!

And leave it to Angel to completely miss the point of this hotel. What they want is to convince sinners to REDEEM themselves. Banging them is not a way to go about it, bud!

-- My predictions about Angel being a sex joke are correct. I'm mean- they've always been correct, I'm just saying I had a feeling they were going to show it off more in the show.

-- Vaggie: "No, we can't force sinners to stay here. They need to choose to."

Angel Dust: "Well, I chose to stay here and I think it's all stupid."

No shit- The only reason why u agreed to stay is for the free rent. So don't go marking yourself as a good example.

-- I don't totally have a problem with this show being a musical as long as the timing is right. Charlie is so quick to tell Vaggie about a meeting she'll participate in and is excited about, but before Vaggie can even question it and talk to her, Charlie immediately starts singing without even hearing Vaggie out. They kinda rushed this musical number a little too quickly. Which only goes to show how fast-paced this episode is. It's always fast-pacing with these shows.

-- I have the sudden urge to jump inside this show and beat the ever-loving crap outta Angel if keeps on moaning and getting horny . . .

-- Angel continuously flirts and touches an obviously uncomfortable Husk and fans are going to look at this as "cute" while I look in annoyance and disgust. And once again, this is the same guy we're supposed to feel bad for because he has a pimp who inflicts the same actions that he does and fans will choose to ignore it.

-- Adam is practically the most irritating character in this series so far. I was right with what I said about him before. For someone who's supposed to be an angel he sure as hell doesn't act like it. The whole time he's on screen, he's just making jokes, ridiculing the hell out of Charlie, and not listening to her at all. Continuously cussing and talking about dicks??? He has the most cringiest dialogue ever and I had the urge to skip it every time he's on screen. Something tells me he and Lute should switch positions since she seems more professional.

-- Charlie: Sinners make mistakes, but everyone makes mistakes.

Charlie, I know where you're trying to get at sweetheart, but I really hope you don't include all the rapists, murderers, abusers, and pedophiles down below. Do you really think they qualify as someone who can be redeemed? If so, I would have to side with the angels here despite their antagonistic behavior. I would understand trying to rehab drug addicts, alcoholics, robbers, etc. but definitely not the former.

Now that I think about it, Charlie is kind of acting like Viv in this scenario where she tries to excuse these criminalistic behaviors most of her characters committed when they really don't deserve anything good happening to them. That's like trying to redeem Valentino for pimping and abusing Angel Dust. Do we really think Val is capable of redemption??

Sorry to burst your bubble Ms. Morningstar, but the angels are in the right here. Hell exists for a reason and people who do bad things and like to do bad things deserve to be there. I wouldn't bother trying to rehab sinners who don't deserve it or are not going to try to fix their behavior.

-- Lute: Angels don't make mistakes . . .

Then what does that say about Lucifer? He was an angel who caused some actions that you guys would count as mistakes therefore expelling him from heaven. You guys never even attempted to exterminate him yet.

-- I'm sorry, I don't like Brandon Rogers as Killjoy. It's literally just a demon version of one of his characters. It's nothing original like the pilot.

So that is what I think about the first episode. If I forget to mention something, i'll just edit the post. Won't be too long before I make some comments about the second one, but for now, the gist of everything is . . . it's bleh.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me!!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #angel dust critical #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #anti hazbin hotel #anti huskerdust

[godsstrongestangel]

Astro notes - 2

This post is definitely for my softies and also I'll be talking about positive side of signs I shot in my previous post

The element of your moon sign tells how other feels when they come to you during tough times

Air moons will make u forget about ur problems and lighten up the mood also makes jokes as well they are funny and u will realise things are not that serious :)

Water moons will make u feel seen and heard they will hug u n comfort u, might even cry with u :)

Earth moons will make u feel grounded and calm u will realise things aren't that bad n they can be solved :)

Fire moons are they type to motivate you and encourage with lots of positive words, they might even start speaking some quotes or wise words to fire u up :)

Venusians suns with leo moon are great to get advices if u dont like to do the thinking part they can also save u from making stupid mistakes but dont take advice from them if u r not gonna follow through cuz some yall love askin for advices but end up doin wt u wanted in the first place 😭🤣if they find out be prepared for consequences (yes there are consequences n im not telling which one)

Capricorns moon do give this vibe of being well put together, they might not be emotionally but definitely practically so u can really learn from them when it comes to making rational decisions in life.

Libra suns are great to be weird with infact they will adapt ur personality so if u want another lil u befriend a libra sun

I heard this on a reel long time ago it said that air energy is great because it can transcend but if it is underdeveloped it can become gossipy and vain so all my fellow air placement people must develop their energy

Tips for developing air energy would be - meditating, drawing, journaling ur feelings i.e. writing them down with no filter though these habits are great for everyone but its a must for air signs if u want me to explain why u can tell me I'll do it on another post

Dating an aquarius venus is great because they will give u space and freedom and also they wont loose interest in u unlike other venus signs who might give u space and adventure but will loose interest quickly as well (just make sure u tell ur aqua venus partner that u will be busy for this much time they r just happy with knowing u r theirs n please dont break their trust if u have agreed for monogamy although yall should communicate well with all signs)

Speaking of air venus communication is a must for all of them because speaking and talking is their main way of expressing their emotions

Aquarius venus might not be that possessive with their partners but they can be with their bestfriends

If you find a sagittarius sun who is not that famous it could be because they are not sagittarius dominant

Make out sessions with cancer suns can leave u feeling good (not so sure about sex though) good tip for anyone who might wanna burst into a hookup or smthng

Speaking of hookup ik its unrelated to astrology i think its much better to just make out or do oral/mutual masturbation bcuz sex itself is not that pleasurable,its overrated plus its dangerous on a spiritual level bcuz there is always a risk of soul tie u r not missing out if u dont do penetrating sex trust me on that

Now i mark the end pheww.. Just another day helpin yall with my wise words

#astrology #astronotes #astro observations #astrology observations #aquarius venus #air venus #cancer sun #sagittarius #capricorn moon

[ivorryskies]

i need soulmate AU Dazai x fem!reader

The soulmate can be match up however you'd like, btw if you like angst you can make it ansty but I'd like the ending to be fluff!!

Tysm!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷summary: when all hope is lost in the midst of the darkness there is light...but what if that life was a person?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷pairings: Dazai x fem!reader (soulmate au)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷warnings: angst/fluff, mentions of torture, mentions of killing, abit of gore?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Felix's note: omg! I love this i was going to make a soulmate AU this is perfect! I hope you like it! sorry i took too long I was giving midterms <3 heart divider by: @cafekitsune <3 w.c: 1.1k

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it was weird.

was it an ability? a disease? who knew. There was this thing going around in Yokohama about soulmates. There were a lot of symptoms and one by one you felt them. All of them.

┊┊.number 1: the closer you are the warmer you get.

you heard people outside the agency through the window talking about how cold they were feeling all the time. Saying its sad that their soulmate has to be so far. But you. You were always warm. While they were wearing sweaters to protect them from hypothermia. You were doing the opposite.

"what wrong angel, need to take your mind off me~" Dazai teased.

"you wish" you sighed and went back to your report. "and for the record I have a name so consider using it."

he chuckled and strolled away. You felt a warm feeling when he talked to you. Nothing out of the ordinary. This was going on since months. Nothing you couldn't brush off.

┊┊.number 2: you feel their pain. physically.

"OUCH!" you hissed.

Immediately Naomi came to help "oh my gosh whats wrong are you okay!?" she held you for support. "is it the soulmate thing?!"

"did he just get punched in the gut or something?!". You couldn't help but feel cold. Dazai was missing for a few days now ever since he went out. The agency could care less. You could care less. But you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. His silly jokes. His teasing. The day felt empty without hi. Maybe you should go looking for him. He's Dazai after all. Probably got all busted up by the mafia. (yes, yes he did)

┊┊.number 3: the first thing they thought about when they saw you appears on your arm and only goes away once you fall inlove with eachother

"look at hers!" the agency were busy pointing to other peoples arms which was clearly readable. You looked with them. Amazed by this. Also distraught by some things that were written. You checked your watch for the time and...wait...was this there?

'pretty eyes'

you turned red and desperately attempted to cover it with you sleeve and sat down trying to calm yourself. Kunnikida noticed and asked "are you okay?"

"yeah, yeah im fine" you hid your face in your hands. until Ranpo screamed.

"her soulmate thinks she has pretty eyes!". Ofcourse you couldn't hide it. Everyone gasped and some laughed. They ran to you to see the imprint up close. Dazai stood in the back looking at a mark he got not too long ago 'flirt'. He had already figured it out. He figured it out ever since he felt warm around you.

He loved you. But did you love him? Was he your soulmate? This thing tells you your soulmate but never guarantees them being your soulmate? He didn't deserve a soulmate. After all hes done. He deserved to die alone. You had another soulmate. And he would be left alone. Just like he thought. He sighed turned around and left.

┊┊.number 4: your dreams are their memories.

you woke up with a tear stained face. Breathing heavy. A nightmare. A very bad one. You were in the mafia? But you have always been in the agency? You weren't the one getting tortured but. You were torturing them? You've been having these nightmares alot. Sometimes the boss was manipulating you. Sometimes you were killing.

Why were you having these dreams. You would never kill someone. That innocent man had such a traumatized face and you killed him in the most brutal way ever. You made him bite the stairs. You smashed his jaw. And shot him thrice. A mafia traitors punishment. But why were you seeing it? Who would do such a thing? This is why you swore to never join the mafia.

┊┊.number 5: you feel what they feel, but this time emotionally

you always felt drained. You hated this? You aren't like this. You never felt anything now. There was this constant guilt in your chest. You never felt empathy now when you were on missions. You were distressed that you weren't feeling anything. This isn't you. Why was this happening. Oh. Your soulmate. That made you sadder at the thought. The thought that your soulmate goes through this everyday. You want to see him. Hug him. This is terrible, someone feeling like this. Who could deal with this?

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A month had passed like this, Everything was the same. Except Dazai had changed. He didn't flirt with you, he didn't even talk to you. He even avoided talking you with him on a mission. Why is he acting like this. Its really bugging you.

Now that you thought about it. You did the same. Avoided him. Never spent time with him. Never offered to do anything for him. It was like now you two had the same personality and did the same thing. It was a silent mutual agreement that happened you don't even remember when. Did it even happen? Why did it happen even if it did.

Now you crossed eachothers paths like you don't know one another.

Like right now. You were outside getting some stuff and he was out to do you don't know what but you saw him walking infront of you. Without a hi, without a hello, no how are you you walked right past eachother. Just like you always di-

┊┊.number 6: and when things will be lost a red string will connect you two that will never break.

You turned around and looked at him. He did the same. Your eyes pen wide. His breathing stopped. A red string on your pinky that connected to his finger. You looked at the string and looked at him. He did the same. You dropped whatever was in your hands and ran to him and hugged him. He didn't say anything but hugged you back. Those dreams were his memories, those feelings were what he felt, you felt warm because he was near. He was the one who thought you had pretty eyes.

"im so..sorry..." you whispered in between sniffles.

he smiled and pat your head soothing you hair and kissed your forehead. " You don't have to be, im sorry too"

"if only i could i would absorb your pain and return it to you as love -louise kaufmann" you said and smiled at him

"its you...it was always you" he whispered.

and thats why with pain and suffering comes rest in the end.

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#bsd imagine #bsd #bsd scenarios #dazai x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #dazai imagine #bungou stray dogs dazai #bsd imagines #angst with a happy ending

[lumi-nescentt]

Rumour Has It

Part 2 - I Know What You Did Last Summer

Pairing: Jenson Button x Reader / Mark Webber x Reader

Warnings: jealousy, arguing, swearing, mention of cheating and toxic relationship overall

Words: 4.4k

Summary: After choosing Mark, you thought life would get calmer but the Australian's not who you thought he was and with Jenson still in the picture, your relationship might not survive it.

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4

Years had gone by since Jenson had won it all and lost what he had wanted most in the same day. The Brit had tried to forget you, tried in vain to find someone else that could make his heart beat like you did. 

Sadly for Jenson, your relationship with Mark had only evolved from that night in 2009 and you had now been dating for more than 4 years. Your relationship had its ups and downs but you were now living together and it solved most of your problems. Mark was no longer grumpy because he missed you too much and you were more than happy to feel so loved and wanted in your relationship. 

The only clouds hovering over your relationship were how Mark was treated at work and his obsession with your friendship with Jenson. According to him, you cared too much about the Brit, gave him too much of your attention and not enough to your boyfriend, as he liked to remind you.

You had watched with the years passing as a countless number of girls hung on Jenson’s arm for a moment before he was back on his own. It had become some sort of running joke in the paddock and everyone was betting on how long Jenson’s new girl would last. 

Despite always smiling and joking around, you could sense that something was going on with Jenson. When you had tried to bring it up with him, he had only told you not to worry about it before kissing your forehead and fleeing. Your constant worrying about his happiness didn’t really help the jealousy Mark was feeling but, as you liked to remind him, Jenson was his friend too so he should have been trying to help instead of being a moody git. 

When Mark announced his retirement from F1, a lot of people were shocked, you included. For all of the time you spent talking to him, the Australian had never mentioned it to you. It’s not that you felt like you had something to say about it but you had thought changing career was something you’d mention to your girlfriend of 4 years before sharing it to the world.

The Australian, however, didn’t understand why you were upset, which led to one of your first big arguments.

-“ I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t tell me.” you exhaled, trying to explain to him for the fifth time since you had gotten back to your hotel room. 

-“ I told you today, just like I did with the rest of the world sweetheart.” 

-“ That’s exactly my point, Mark. I learned about it at the same time as everyone else.”

-“ So ?”

-“ I’m your girlfriend, I hoped that it was a good enough reason for you to talk to me about those kinds of things.” 

-“ Yeah well as my girlfriend like you said, I thought you’d be happier for me.” Mark grumbled, feeling himself starts to get more annoyed

-“ That’s not the point, you know I’m happy you’re moving on. You know damn well what I think about how you got treated so don’t pull that card on me right now.” you snapped back, pointing your finger at him “The problem here is that you don’t see why I would’ve liked to know when you were thinking about it and not once it’s a done deal.” 

-“ You’re right. I don’t see why you’re upset. As far as I know, this decision concerns my career, not yours, so I don’t see what you would have brought to the conversation.”

-“ Oh for Christ’s sake Mark ! Get your head out of your arse. I’ve never forced you to do anything when it came to your career. I never criticised your work or claimed to know better than you what was good for you so you can stop taking jabs at me and just try to understand why I’m hurt.”

-“ There’s nothing to be hurt about, can you please stop making a fuss ? We have a plane to catch tomorrow and I’m tired.” 

-“ Making a fuss ? Are you kidding me ?”

-“ Yes, making a fuss. You’re here cornering me in my hotel room, forcing me to have this argument with you when there’s nothing to talk about.” the Australian sighed loudly, rubbing his hand over his face

-“ Oh, I’m sorry if I’m bothering you with my feelings, Mark. I just thought I could talk about how I felt with my boyfriend but apparently not only doesn’t he want to share things with me but he also doesn’t care about how his actions have an impact on others either because all he thinks about is himself.” you snarled, feeling tears prickling at the corner of your eyes

-“ Come on sweetheart, please let’s go to bed and talk about it in the morning if you want.” 

-“ Don’t call me that ! You don’t get to call me sweetheart right now when you’re making me feel like a shitty girlfriend for caring about you and your goddamn job. I only wanted you to trust me enough to confide in me and understand where I’m coming from. Apparently that’s too much to ask so no, I’m not going to bed with you.” you spat, grabbing your jacket and your purse hurriedly

-“ What are you doing y/n ?” 

-“ I’m leaving, enjoy the empty bed Mark.” 

-“ Don’t leave alright, I’m sorry. Come lie down for a while, you’ll feel better.” Mark tried, holding out his hand for you from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed

-“ I don’t want to be around you right now, I need you to respect that. I don’t want to say things I’ll regret and I’m tired of arguing so I need some air.”

-“ Where are you going to go ? It’s quite late.”

-“ I’ll find something. If I’m not back by the time we have to leave for the airport, I’ll meet you there.” 

-“ You’re not coming back here for the night ?” 

-“ I don’t know. Just don’t wait for me, alright ?”

-“ Okay” Mark paused as you made your way to the door “I love you y/n” 

You didn’t bother answering, only closing the door behind you before taking a shaky breath, realising what had just happened. You had nowhere to go, your friends here were also Mark’s friends and you knew there was a big chance that he would text around to know where you were. You usually found it sweet, how much he cared about you and how much time he wanted to be around you but tonight you needed a little breathing room. 

That’s how you found yourself walking around the city at night, entering in the closest bar you found. You sat yourself at the bar ordering a drink when you heard a familiar sound. You turned around, hoping you had been mistaken but no, there he was. Daniel Ricciardo, the joyful Australian that was set to replace your boyfriend. 

It’s not that you didn’t want to see him, Daniel was a lovely guy after all. You had just hoped to escape the whole F1 world and seeing him only reminded you of Mark. You prayed that he wouldn’t see you or that if he did, he wouldn’t come and talk to you because you knew you looked rough. The walk you took had allowed you to let some of the frustration out and you were well aware of the smudged mascara under your eyes. 

Sadly for you, Daniel’s eyes found yours and he waved before making his way over to you, quickly followed by someone else.

-“ Well if it isn’t my favourite reporter…” Daniel teased with a grin

-“ Hello Daniel, Jules.” you smiled softly at the French driver who was behind his friend

-“ Where’s the mountain of muscle you call a boyfriend, is he here ?” Daniel asked

-“ Nope.” You smirked before taking a sip of your drink

-“ I know this is probably none of my business but are you alright ? You look like hell.” Daniel tried before getting elbowed by Jules

-“ What Dan is saying is that you can talk to us if something is wrong and also if you don’t want to be alone, you can definitely stay with us until you’re sick of our shit.” Jules kindly offered

-“ That’s really kind of you. Mark and I just argued, nothing bad. I just needed some air.” 

-“ Well let’s cheer you up then !” Daniel smiled before taking your hands and dragging you to where they had been sitting

That’s how you ended your night, talking and drinking with two drivers that were 7 years younger than you. In the end, they managed to make you smile and Jules had to push you into the taxi for the airport for you to actually leave them. 

When Mark saw you at the airport, still wearing the same outfit as when you left and your puffy eyes, he knew he had royally fucked up. Instead of picking up the argument back from where you guys had left it or scolding you for not telling him where you were or if you were alright, he engulfed you in a hug. 

You let yourself melt into his embrace as he whispered how sorry he was about how he had reacted and for not talking to you about his retirement. You were still a bit hurt but hearing him apologising felt good. On top of that, when you stepped back from the hug and saw his teary eyes, you knew holding onto the argument would hurt you both so as pained as you had been, you let the grudge go and linked your fingers with his, ready to go back home. 

This fight had been the first big one and you had hoped it would have been the last one but when Mark started his endurance career, everything slowly went sour. You no longer worked together which already took a toll on your relationship but your schedules were also drastically different. 

Mark was almost always away when you were home even if he didn’t have to race. You knew how important fitting in with the team was but surely spending all his free time at the Porsche factory in Stuttgart wasn’t necessary. Especially when you had a free weekend which was rare. 

The physical distance started to hurt your communication as well and you barely knew what the other was doing at this point. The few times you managed to be home at the same time, you mostly argued and one of you walked out of the conversation. The smallest arguments turned big instantly. Whether it was about how you missed him, which he took as you telling him to work less or about how he thought you saw his friends more than him and got better along with them than he did nowadays.

Jenson got brought up a few times in those arguments. Mark criticising how close you two seemed whenever he tuned in on the F1 broadcast and how he thought you were being too flirty with the Brit for his liking. His jealousy got the better of him during arguments a few times and he brought up the kiss you had shared back in 2009 to make you admit that you were attracted to Jenson.

No matter how often you reminded Mark that despite kissing Jenson, you had chosen to date him, Mark wouldn’t listen. He was convinced you would eventually get with Jenson while he was away. In the end, you got tired of his accusations and whenever he brought the subject up, you didn’t answer, just nodding along until he grew tired of your silence and walked out. 

When Jenson texted you in October, asking if he could stay at your place in England  the next month so he could visit his family while they hosted a big get-together that had the rooms of his childhood house packed with Buttons, you knew saying yes would be playing with fire but you agreed. After all, Jenson was a friend and all he needed was a place to stay, it’s not like you were doing anything wrong, he would only come back to your place to sleep. 

Deep down, you knew Mark would be angry if he heard but he would be away racing in Bahrain so what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. You knew Jenson and him barely talked anymore so the chances of him knowing about his friend’s visit were very slim. Plus, there were no chances of them seeing each other because Jenson had to be in Abu Dhabi on the 16th and Mark had to go to Stuttgart until the 18th to wrap up the season. Nothing could go wrong.

On November 11th, Jenson arrived at your door in Oxford just after dinner so you only had time to show him his room before the two of you went to bed. When you woke up the next day, the smell of breakfast tickling your nose, you froze. Was Mark back earlier than you thought ?

You made your way downstairs as quietly as possible to try and sneak a glance at the person cooking in your kitchen. The weight on your shoulder lifted when you recognised Jenson standing in front of the stove, happily whistling while he cooked.

-“ I didn’t know you could cook…” you teased, making the Brit turn around with a smile as you leaned against the kitchen counter behind him

-“ What can I say, there’s more to me than my handsome face and muscular body…”

-“ I’m glad you didn’t mention your incredible brain, I would have hated to be the one to ruin your illusion.” 

-“ If I had known you’d be this mean I wouldn’t have made French toast but I guess I could keep it all to myself…” Jenson feigned offence 

-“ Nooo, please Jenson. That’s my favourite breakfast, I’m sorry.” you whined which only made Jenson’s smile bigger

-“ I know, that’s why I made it.” 

-“ How ?” 

-“ You told me once, I just remembered that’s all…”

-“ I really don’t remember, when was that ?” 

-“ If I’m not mistaken it was 2010 at Silverstone.” he shrugged

-“ That’s 4 years ago, there’s no way you still remember something I told you once.” 

-“ What can I say, love ? I do listen when you talk. Now let’s eat while it’s warm so go sit.” 

-“ Oh so you’re letting me have the breakfast you cooked with my food ?” 

-“ Sit down and eat before I change my mind and shove the whole plate in my mouth.” 

-“ You’re so dramatic.” you muttered before following him to the dining room

The rest of your day went on normally, Jenson was off to see his grandparents for the day while you just started working on some stuff you had put off and answered some emails. 

Deciding to enjoy the fact that it had stopped raining, you got dressed in your sports clothes and headed out for a run, only to return an hour later. You had managed to avoid the rain for most of your workout but it had started pouring while you were still 10 minutes away from your house. Clearly in need of a warm shower and dry clothes, you turned in your driveway, seeing Jenson’s car.

You made your way upstairs, trying to walk as little as possible to avoid soaking the whole floor. The door to Jenson’s room was half-opened but you still knocked, waiting for an answer before you entered. Jenson looked up from where he was sitting on the bed, a book on his lap and glasses on his nose. You couldn’t help but stare at him for a second before coming back to your senses.

-“ Do you need me for anything or did you just come to enjoy the view ?” he teased, not missing the blush creeping on your face when you got caught

-“ I just needed to grab some clothes, get over yourself.” 

-“ Do you really have so many clothes that it doesn’t fit your shared dressing room with Mark ?” he joked, getting up to stand next to you

-“ No, that’s not it. Can you please move so I can get what I came in here for ?” 

-“ I don’t believe you, I’m sure the closet is overflowing. I’ll go see for myself and prove that you’re a terrible liar !” he said, making his way towards the bedroom you had been sleeping in before getting stopped by your hand on his arm

-“ Jenson please.” you almost whispered, making the Brit turn around, seeing the pained look on your face

-“ What’s going on, y/n ? You know you can talk to me.”

-“ I know. It’s really nothing, don’t worry about it.” you tried to brush it off

-“ If it’s nothing, tell me about it then.” he tried again, sitting back on the bed as you rested your hip against the dresser

-“ I just leave most of my clothes here so I don’t have to go into the bedroom.” 

-“ Why wouldn’t you want to go into your own room, I don’t understand. Isn’t it less convenient to sleep in one room and have to go in another to grab some clothes ?”

-“ I don’t sleep in there often.” you confessed, looking at your feet

-“ I thought the big room was the room you two shared ?” 

-“ It’s Mark’s room.” 

-“ Then it must be yours too, no ?” Jenson tried to wrap his head around what you were telling him as you shook your head

-“ This is my room, this is why my clothes are in there…” 

-“ And here I thought Mark couldn’t breathe without having some part of him touching you.” Jenson started to laugh but the sound died in his throat when he heard you sniffle “ Oh God. I’m an idiot, I’m so sorry love. I had no idea things weren’t going well between you two. Here I am joking about it, what a tosser.” 

-“ It’s okay, you didn’t know.” you breathed sharply as he stood up and wrapped his arms around you “ You’re going to get soaked…” 

-“ It’s okay, that’ll make two of us.” he paused, suddenly unsure of what to say “Do you want to talk about it ?”

-“ I don’t know, maybe.” you confessed, a shiver making your entire body shake

-“ Why don’t you take a warm shower while I make us dinner and we can talk about it over a glass of wine and a warm meal ?” 

-“ That sounds really nice but I don’t want to bother you. You’re supposed to be my guest.” 

-“ Let me do this for you, y/n, please.” 

-“ If you insist. Just don’t burn my kitchen please.” you finally teased before grabbing a change of clothes and heading in the bathroom

Jenson stood in the room for a few minutes, still in shock, before he finally snapped out of it and made his way to the kitchen. He looked through the pantries and the fridge, trying to find something to cook on his own before giving up and pressing the call button on his phone. 

When you emerged from the shower an hour later, you could hear Jenson talking on the phone. Not wanting to bother him, you quietly made your way to the kitchen and sat on one of the stools in front of the kitchen island. The noise made Jenson turn around and he couldn’t help the smile that erupted when he saw how relaxed you look.

-“ Thank you, Ma. I have to go but I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jenson waved before hanging up the video call

-“ Your mom seems nice.”

-“ She really is. Nice enough to pick up and help me cook something decent.” 

-“ I’m not a picky eater, I would’ve been fine with some leftovers I have in the freezer, you know ?”

-“ I know, I just wanted to make something nice and reheating something didn’t mean the same thing as actually cooking.” 

-“ What did you make then Gordon Ramsay ?” 

-“ Don’t get your hopes up, I just made cottage pie.” Jenson laughed before you almost launched yourself in his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist. “ If I had known cooking for you was the way to get you to hug me like that, I would’ve done it earlier.” 

-“ Don’t ruin the moment, Jense.”

-“ Sorry.”

-“ Thank you.” 

-“ It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

-“ Still, thank you for being here.” 

Before he could add something else, you had slipped from his embrace and started setting the table for the two of you. Jenson didn’t push you to talk and instead just helped you silently, reaching for the wine glasses that were out of your reach anc checking on the pie that was just done cooking. 

Once everything was ready, the two of you sat down at the table and he let you bring up whatever topic you wanted to talk about. He could tell you were nervous to talk about the elephant in the room. You weren’t really looking at him directly and you kept drinking wine to try to relax. 

Once you had reached dessert, Jenson finally brought it up again. He couldn’t help but notice the way you tensed and dropped your spoon a little hard before motioning for him to follow you in the living room instead. 

You sat at one end of the couch as he sat on the opposite end, trying in vain to make you look at him but you couldn’t. You knew that the instant you started talking and saw his face, you’d be crying again and you had way too much to talk about. 

You took a deep breath before you finally opened your mouth to speak. You and Mark had gone to Australia for the summer break before he had to start training again like you always had since you had been dating. You had planned on staying a week at his parents’ house so he could see them and his sister at the same time.

You usually loved seeing the Webbers, they were extremely kind to you and his sister Leanne absolutely loved having you around because you made Mark a little more bearable, her words not yours. However this year, the argument about Mark’s retirement still hung over your heads and you could tell that it was starting to keep you apart.

Once you were settled in, Mark went out on his own for a few hours to clear his head. You had found it weird but since it was the first time you hadn’t asked anything. When he left at the same time the next day and the day after, always leaving for a few hours without telling anyone, you started asking him questions only to be answered with dry comments about how it wasn’t your business. 

On the fourth day, you had finally snapped and the two of you had started arguing which had ended with him walking out while you cried in your shared bedroom. Alerted by the noise, Leanne had came to check on you and you didn’t have to explain what had happened because the screaming match had been heard from the living room where she had been standing with her dad. 

You didn’t expect her to pick a side in the fight or to defend you and confront Mark but just like she had heard your argument, you had heard your boyfriend being scolded by his older sister. 

Mark obviously didn’t like that and as soon as his sister went back home and his parents went for a walk, he was back in your room to argue again. He didn’t even flinch when you started crying in front of him or when you called his sister to ask if you could stay at her place for the night. 

Two days later when Mark went out again, Leanne convinced you to go with her to try and see where he escaped to everyday. You had parked on the opposite side of the road from where Mark was sitting in a coffee shop apparently waiting for someone. You had zoned out, checking your phone out of boredom when Leanne had inhaled sharply before cursing her brother.

The insult made you look up and you watched as Mark kissed someone else. You blinked, hoping you had imagined it but when you opened your eyes again Mark was still kissing her. It took you a few more seconds to realise that the woman he was kissing wasn’t a stranger but actually his manager. 

You had to stop Leanne from getting out of the car and catching him red handed. You made her promise not to tell anyone and for once, the very talkative Australian just nodded and brought you back to her parents’ place without a word. 

Mark still had no idea you knew about his affair and you didn’t plan on telling him which bothered Jenson. How could Mark not know when you weren’t even sleeping in the same room anymore. You just shrugged and explained that with how often you two were fighting, it didn’t seem odd.

The thought that his friend could do this to you made his blood boil and he really didn’t understand why you didn’t leave him. When he asked you, you admitted that Mark was all you knew and you barely saw him anymore anyway so you clung onto the small parts of normality you could: your house, the habits you had here and even though it pained you, the memories of the good times with Mark. 

Once you were done talking, you finally looked up and as soon as Jenson saw your tear-stained cheeks, he brought you closer to him. Your head nestled against his shoulder as he rubbed his hand up and down your arm, trying to comfort you. You must have fallen asleep against him because when you opened your eyes again, you were tucked in your bed and the sun was starting to shine brightly despite the November cold. 

Jenson was already gone so you didn’t even get to thank him right away. When he came back, he just shrugged it off and placed a kiss on the top of your head before going to take a shower. To you it seemed like everything was back to normal between you but Jenson had promised himself he’d try to convince you to leave Mark before he left. Or at least to bring back a genuine smile on your face for good, no matter what it took.

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[levi-akerman248]

Honesty

Levi x male reader

I don’t even know what this is. Just a lot of smut I wrote. Got a tad rushed at the end cause it wrote it at like 2am and got tired after almost 4 hours of writing.

Enjoy tho 🤷‍♂️

“You missed a spot.”

(Y/n) let out a soft sigh and gave a light chuckle, “I’m aware Levi, I just needed more soap.”

As if to make his point clearer, (Y/n) reached behind Levi to grab the body wash sitting on the shelf behind him

They were currently taking a quick shower since (Y/n) had woken up feeling quite frisky.

Luckily, they woke up early and were able to have a quickie before having to attend the morning meeting set to start soon. As the Captain and Section Commander, they were expected to arrive on time.

Unfortunately, a slight set back is causing them to be a tad late.

“I swear to the walls, you are never cumming in me again.”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but chuckle as his lover glared up at him, the tips of his ears slightly red.

“You always say that but we both know how much you love when I fill you up.”

(Y/n) was fully enjoying teasing Levi, how could he not when his little lover made it so easy. Though there was a small part of him that thought maybe Levi didn’t enjoy it after all.

“I most certainly do not. It feels uncomfortable and it’s a bitch to clean out. Why on earth would I enjoy it?”

‘Hmmm…’ (y/n) thought, ‘perhaps I misjudged his feelings. It has happened before.’

“…Ok then, I won’t do it anymore.”

Levi paused briefly while (Y/n) finished rinsing himself off and prepared to step out of the shower.

‘Surely he’s joking. The asshole has never not came inside me in the 4 years we’ve been together’

As (Y/n) left the bathroom to get dressed, Levi finished cleaning up and got out as well. Mentally deciding that (Y/n) was in fact not serious and the next time they had sex (y/n) would undoubtedly cum inside Levi as he always has.

Well, about two weeks later there they were. It was early in the morning, the sun had not yet risen, and the two lovers were tangled together in bed.

Levi was panting, his arms wrapped around (y/n) and his face buried in his neck as his lover pounded him ferociously

(Y/n) grunted and moaned as he slammed his cock over and over, driving it deeper into his lovers tight ass.

Levi was warm and tight around his cock, it was taking everything in (Y/n) not to cum right there but he was determined to make Levi cum first. As he always did, insisting on putting his lovers pleasure before his.

Levi was in heaven, as he always is when he’s connected so intimately with (y/n). With every thrust, he sees stars. (Y/n) was hitting the perfect spot head on with his cock, having memorized its location.

Levi’s eyes squeezed shut, his fingernails marking (Y/n)’s back as pleasure ricocheted through his groin. It wasn’t long before he finally came undone. His cock spasmed, cum smearing all over him and his lover. Waves of ecstasy washed through him as he slowly came down from his high

(Y/n) couldn’t help but smirk, he always gets a sense of pride knowing he’s the one who put Captain Levi of all people into a state of pure pleasure from his cock.

He began his pounding once again, having stopped briefly to enjoy the sight of Levi cumming. It wasn’t long before his thrusts became sporadic

An anxious feeling came through Levi, this was his favorite part. (Y/n) would soon fill him full. He could never admit it to himself, and especially not to (Y/n), but he absolutely loved the feeling of being filled to the brim with cum.

He doesn’t understand why but something about being cummed in gives him life. It sends him into what he can only describe as a mental orgasm. He not only desires it but craves it.

With a few more thrusts, (Y/n) felt the build up of his own orgasm. His balls clenched and his eyes rolled and just before he cums, he pulls out. He fists his cock quickly, cum shooting out and onto Levi’s stomach, Mixing with his own.

The second (y/n) pulled out Levi’s eyes, which were closed anxiously in waiting, shot open. He glanced down in disbelief as (Y/n) was coming down from his high.

Levi couldn’t process what was going on, he couldn’t believe what just happened. (Y/n) always came inside, always. Levi didn’t understand what was different this time, thinking at first he had done something to upset (y/n).

But then he remembered, his brain showing him the quick shower scene that told him (Y/n) was only doing what he said he would.

Levi didn’t like that one bit and (Y/n) could tell he was upset. He knew immediately why, as he was almost always excellent at reading Levi’s body language.

‘Oh, so he does like it.’

Deciding to test him, (Y/n) reached over and gently stroke Levi’s cheek, something he usually does after finishing inside him.

“What’s wrong my love? You seem upset.”

Levi debated telling (Y/n) the truth. That he was not only upset but down right pissed off and disappointed. But by doing that he’d have to admit he lied about hating being filled. He’d have to admit that he not only liked it, but desired it greatly.

And that was something his pride absolutely could NOT do.

So instead he decided to go along and pretend everything was fine, telling himself that there was no way (Y/n) could keep this up for long. He was bound to break and cum inside at some point.

…right?

It’s been another three weeks and here they were again. This time Levi had seduced (Y/n), an extremely rare occurrence on its own, while he was in his office shortly after breakfast.

Luckily, (Y/n) had already finished his paperwork and was about to leave for morning training when Levi came in and coerced him into a quickie. Now Levi lay bent over (Y/n)’s desk, hands gripping the edge as he had his ass pummeled.

He tried desperately to be quiet, as (Y/n) was being exceptionally aggressive this time. The back of Levi’s neck was gripped in a tight hold, the force of (Y/n) keeping him down and in place as (Y/n) took what was his.

(Y/n) had to admit, not being able to fill his lover full was upsetting him as well. He wanted nothing more than to spill his seed deep inside of Levi. To paint his walls with his cum and claim him in the most brute way.

But (Y/n) was also stubborn and determined to teach Levi a lesson. Levi needed to learn to trust (Y/n) and not be ashamed to admit what he enjoys. It low key upset (Y/n) that after 4 years of being together officially l, Levi still couldn’t be completely truthful with (Y/n).

The aggravation at Levi not trusting him, as well as the unfulfilled desire to finish inside his lover, lead (Y/n) to be slightly more aggressive than usual.

(Y/n) let out a stiff grunt with every violent thrust. Loving how Levi was now having to bite down on his hand to keep the noises at bay. (Y/n) couldn’t help but reach out and grab a fist full of Levi’s fine hair and pull him up against his chest.

Levi couldn’t help but let out an exceptionally loud whimper as his hand fell from his mouth to reach back and grab at the wrist of his lover. He could have easily removed it but he loved the sting, and he couldn’t help but enjoy being man handled.

(Y/n) let out a deep chuckle in between his grunts as he continued to pound into Levi. His other hand on Levi’s waist, keeping him still and stood against him.

Levi shivered and clenched his teeth, drool leaking from his chin as (Y/n) spoke sternly into his ear.

“You like that don’t you? You love when I pull your hair? When I take what’s mine? When I force you to lay there and take my cock like a good little cock slut huh?”

(Y/n)’s words made Levi’s cock drip with precum. He did. He loved being used as (Y/n)’s personal cock sleeve. To feel, in the moment, like nothing but a hole for his lover to fuck. It was like a form of praise to Levi. He loved to please (Y/n). It was his one main purpose. And he was doing a great job at fulfilling it.

(Y/n) was getting frustrated, he wanted Levi to admit to him all his desires. He wanted to hear Levi babble in ecstasy about how much he loved his cum. To hear him beg (Y/n) to claim him oh so roughly. To listen to Levi’s sweet sobs of pleasure as he was filled over and over to where (Y/n) cum was overflowing from every hole.

And he wanted it now.

Levi was surprised when (Y/n) suddenly pulled out of him. He was about to ask what was happening when he was abruptly forced to his knees.

(Y/n) sat down in his office chair above him, breathing a little heavy, as he gazed at Levi beneath him with a look in his eyes that Levi couldn’t pin point.

“(Y/n), what are you-“

“Shut up.”

Levi’s eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape. He was utterly confused but also aroused at (Y/n)’s dominant attitude.

(Y/n) stared at Levi, silently trying to figure out the quickest way for Levi to break.

“Put your hands behind your back and keep them there. If you move them even once I’ll tie them to your ankles.”

Levi’s heart was thrumming, not only from just having had a cock pounding in and out of his ass, but from the sheer tone (Y/n) was using. The one that screamed ‘Defy me. I fucking dare you.’

Good thing Levi was always great at following orders. He put his hands behind him, gripping them as comfortably at he can.

(Y/n) wanted to smirk and say ‘good boy’ but he had to keep up his pissed off look if this was to work.

So instead, he leaned over and reached out, grabbing Levi by his hair once again and bringing him inches from his face.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m getting a little tired of your pride being the reason you can’t be truthful with me. So until you can sit there and confidently tell me exactly what you want, you’re going to suck me off over and over and over again. Except you will not be swallowing a single fucking drop until you can get over the fucking false pretenses that admitting your desires to me is somehow demeaning. So if you want me to give you my cum, you’re going to have to beg me for it. Do you understand?”

Levi was frozen in shock, he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to tell (Y/n) how much he wanted his cum, he really did.

But, something was stopping him. A feeling in his gut that screamed at him not to. So he sat quiet, trying to find a solution that didn’t involve him losing his dignity.

But (Y/n) was not a patient man and quickly got to work of fulfilling his promise.

Using the grip he had on Levi’s head, he forced his cock into the warm, wet cavern of Levi’s mouth. (Y/n) through his head back and groaned as he forced Levi to bob up and down on his cock

Levi moaned around the cock in his mouth, his eyes already stinging and his cheeks stretching to accommodate (Y/n)’s size. His own cock dripping fluid onto the floor, saliva pooling around his lips, god he was such a cock slut. He wanted badly to reach out with his hands and fondle (Y/n)’s balls, knowing that it almost always brought him to an early end.

But he wasn’t allowed and Levi knew better than to test (Y/n) while he was like this. So he sat there, for the next two hours. Jaw gone slack, face a mess with dried spit, lips swollen, and body covered in (Y/n)’s cum.

It was times like this that Levi cursed (Y/n)’s stamina. The man could literally go all day and night and not be too tired for another round. Levi’s knees were sore, his hands had been tied back since Levi lost the strength to hold them back manually. And the new addition of a cock ring sat at the base of Levi’s cock. Keeping him from cumming.

After his ninth orgasm, (Y/n) pulled Levi off his cock, just like he had been doing after every orgasm, and checked to see if levi would finally admit to him.

“How about now? You ready to admit you want my cum?”

Levi swallowed, his throat was getting sore, and spoke with a coarse voice

“P-Please….”

(Y/n) gripped his chin gently and gazed into Levi’s watery eyes

“Please what?”

Levi licked his swollen lips, and went to speak

But his stomach knotted up once again. And all he could say was “Please….w-why do I hav-“

Before he could finished (Y/n) shoved his cock back into his mouth with an annoyed tch.

“That isn’t what I asked.”

(Y/n) furiously slammed his cock down Levi’s throat, more pissed off with every push.

“Why can’t you just say it? ‘Please (Y/n) fill me with your cum’ that’s all you have to say and I will gladly do so. I’ll fill your ass full of my seed and plug you up. You’ll go the rest of the day filled with my cum just like I know you want. I’ll pour it down your throat, fill your stomach nice and full of my milk. And I’ll do it every day if you so wish but no. You’d rather be here. Kneeling in a pool of my wasted cum.”

(Y/n) felt yet another orgasm reach him and pulled out. But decided not to cum this time. He was reaching his breaking point.

Levi caught his breath and whimpered when (Y/n) glared at him one final time. “Say it.”

Levi squeezed his eyes shut, a few tears rolling down the already carved paths down his cheeks. He begged that feeling to go away, he tried desperately to speak his desires to his love.

(Y/n) sighed, clearly this didn’t work. All it did was prove to him that Levi didn’t trust him. So he begrudgingly reached down and untied Levi’s hands and took of his cock ring.

Levi was confused at first but that was quickly replaced by panic when (Y/n) got up and walked to where his clothes were on the floor

Levi didn’t know what happened, but when he saw his lover start to walk away, the sinking feeling in his stomach, the one that forbid him from telling (Y/n) the truth, vanished. And in its place was the feeling of sheer panic. He didn’t want something as silly as this to ruin the best part of his life.

So he quickly stood, with great effort as his knees were fucking killing him and his legs tingly, and flung himself into (Y/n)’s arms. He kissed his lover hard, relieved when (Y/n) kissed him back with just as much passion

They pulled away and stared deep into each other’s gaze

“I want you (Y/n).”

Levi’s expression was that of what he always wore. Except (Y/n) could see the love and passion that shone through his grey eyes like stars shining through the clouds late at night.

“I want all of you. I want your love. I want your dumb ass remarks. I want your equally smart ass comments.”

(Y/n) chuckled and nuzzled his nose against Levi’s

“…..I want your laugh. I want your smile. I want the butterfly’s that stir in my stomach every time you touch or even look at me. I want everything that has to do with you.”

(Y/n) was holding back his tears as he felt the overwhelming love radiate from Levi.

“And I especially want your cum.”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but bust out laughing, which only caused Levi to hide his face in (Y/n)’s shoulder

“Shut the fuck up, you’re the one who want me to say that.”

(Y/n)’s laugh went away slowly before he nuzzled his lovers cheek

“I know baby, it was just really cute.”

Levi huffed but before he could complain much more (Y/n) quickly moved them to their room.

“What in the actual shit are you doing!? We’re fucking naked you idiot, someone’s gonna see!”

(Y/n) chuckled and closed the door behind them quickly. Luckily it was lunch time and no one was in the halls.

“That was stupidly reckless asshole.”

Levi grumbled as he was laid on there bed, (Y/n) crawling above him and spreading his legs

“Sorry my love, but I didn’t wanna fuck you at my desk and risk slipping on the mess you left on the ground.”

Levi scoffed in disbelief, “I didn’t leave Jack shit on the ground, you’re the one who came like ten times and didn’t clean it”

(Y/n) shrugged before roughly entering Levi, affectively shutting the latter up. (Y/n) smirked and leaned down next to Levi’s ear

“Get ready cause you’re about to be bedridden for the next week.”

#levi x male reader smut #levi ackerman smut #sub levi #levi aot #levi x male reader #captain levi #levi attack on titan #levi smut

[bwoahtastic]

I miss rule63!

People making jokes about Nico being so uptight she probably never had an orgasm in her life and Jenson finds out she actually never had am orgasm? She rolls her eyes and says it doesn't matter and blushes when he asks if she ever used toys to help her, decisively gelling him that she didn't because if she can't even cum on her fingers or a dick, why would plastic be better?

Jenson asking if he can help her and she shrugs and agrees, thinking she will at least get a good fuck out of it but he has no intention of pretending his mouth or dick is that magical. He shows up with a lot of toys, mostly vibrators, and tells her to try them out. She makes him stay and help her and just the thought of him kissing her and whispering praises while having a satisfyer pressed to her clit and she actually manages to cum!

Oh plss maybe Mark makes a joke about it? It's all drivers together and they are all,making fun of each other but Jenson can see that remark makes Nico's smile falter. He knows Nico isn't easily impressed by people teasing her or making fun of her, but this makes her avert her eyes and become uncomfortable, and she even gets up to leave. Jenson getting up to and offering to walk her back to her hotel because he is a gentleman after all, and she tensely nods.

He asks her about it as they are walking and she is holding his arm to keep steady eith her heels on the small stones and she shrugs and mumbles its because Mark was right, she can't cum.

Jenson is never too phased to talk about sex and just wants to help so he asks her what she does to masturbate and she rolls her eyes and tells him she uses her hands, maybe humps a pillow but it never worked so why would a toy work?

Jenson asking to help her and she shrugs, thinking he will want to have sex with her and while she can't cum, she doesn't not like sex, it's still fun and makes her feel pretty. But jenson knows he doesn't have some magic dick and Nico will first need to find out what she likes, so the next day he brings her a big bag of sex toys and tells her to try them, goes to leave but Nico makes him stay "because he was gonna help her, so he needs to be there" it's definitely not because she knows she will get too much in her head and give up if alone.

Jenson having her take of her bottoms and even pulling the blanket up over her as he gently presses the vibrator against her as she nuzzles into him to hide her vlush. It feels so good and she kisses him because she wants to so badly and she feels heat collecting in her tummy!

Nico managing to cum and its so overwhelming and she feels like crying it feels so good! I feel like orgasms would still not come that easy but Jensonfor sure let's her use her toys while he fucks her<3 she is his princess!

#asks #rule63 verse #smut

[olderthannetfic]

This might be undiscovered discourse territory here: I've started to resent the "OCD is not perfectionism" mantra because a lot of my OCD symptoms appear very similar to perfectionism to an observer (I have compulsions about lists, numbers, neatness, order, symmetry...that sort of very stereotyped cliche) and I've had several people condescend to me about how I don't have OCD and I'm "just a perfectionist" when I could whip out my health app and show you "OCD" in my list of diagnoses. In all seriousness, I DO feel as if my OCD is basically perfectionism on steroids. My brain has a million arbitrary rules (obsessions) for perfection I have to follow (compulsions) or I can't function. It's not "tee-hee, I like to organise, I'm a perfectionist," it's torture. It frustrates me when people insist "OCD isn't about cleanliness or symmetry, that's just a silly stereotype, REAL OCD is about violent intrusive thoughts" because I know it's an attempt to legitimise OCD but as someone with both, my cleanliness & symmetry obsessions & compulsions have actually caused me way more distress than my violent intrusive thoughts. I feel imprisoned by my own brain. I apologise for the trauma dump, but I just want to express how the mantra has sort of missed the mark for me personally. And I feel that it's not the most accurate idea of how perfectionism actually manifests for real perfectionists, which is rarely benign - I genuinely would not be surprised if many self-identified perfectionists DID have some sort of anxiety or OCD, because most of them that I've encountered have not been "tee-hee" and twee about it. A lot of them feel suffocated by their perfectionism and wish they weren't perfectionists. I sort of worry that "OCD is not perfectionism" might cause people not to seek diagnosis or treatment when it's needed because they assume their symptoms must be "just perfectionism" and don't realise it could actually be OCD. As with a lot of progressive memebytes, "OCD is not perfectionism" is true at its most basic level but the more it's repeated and divorced from its context (shitty jokes about how organising means you're "so OCD"), the more it starts to obscure other truths.

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[grayintogreen]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Happy WIP Wednesday! I'm currently 12k into this chapter with four scenes left, so even with my upcoming weekend trip, I'm well ahead of schedule to post on the 15th.

For today's preview, let's see how Molly is doing after that big shake-up last chapter!

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Mollymauk Tealeaf fully returned to consciousness while sitting in a bar in the middle of Hell and no that was not a euphemism.

It was a short-lived experience, his trip to Hell. He had time, after exchanging a quick series of thoughts to Lucien, to process that he was sitting at a table with Obann, Yasha, and the Laughing Hand like the set-up to the world’s worst joke, and that the people all around him were not Vasselheim locals judging by the brightly colored skin and horns and the way they set his blood on fire, and then suddenly, before he could fully comprehend why that was, he was thrust back into the frigid embrace of winter in the Vesper Timberlands like none of it had ever happened.

But it did.

And a lot more than that had happened- not that he could afford to think about it.

He must have looked a sight because upon arrival back at the makeshift camp, Ashley gave him an odd look and then immediately decided to light into Zerxus, which at least gave him a moment to compose himself. “What was that?”

“They got away.”

Molly’s heart pounded in his ears. He had been trapped in the Astral Sea being crushed by the weight of Cognouza for gods only knows how long- he had no context for what was going on while the Somnovem were fully in control of his body and if he thought about any of that too long, his legs would give out. He needed to focus on the present, listen to what Ashley said when he believed there weren’t any defiant ears close by and be objective about it, rather than panicking about what occurred when he wasn’t in control. Difficult- especially when all he wanted to do was find the nearest bush to puke and hyperventilate into- but not impossible.

“You absolute… motherfucker,” Ashley deadpanned, dragging a gloved hand across his face. “Now if we’re gonna corrupt this nexus, we’ve gotta use angelblood over here.”

“It has worked before,” Obann, standing so dangerously close to Yasha that it made something feral in Molly bare its teeth even while on the outside he remained completely vacant. “Jayne and I corrupted numerous nexus points close to fanes with the Orphanmaker.”

“Of course.” He approached Molly, muttering under his breath so low that the only reason it was heard was because he was actively listening. “Like I wanna do everything Jayne did.” He snapped his fingers in his face. “Yoohoo. Somnovem. How was Hell? Was it great?”

Molly, for no reason he fully understood, found it extremely easy not to blink. He simply tapped into whatever he was before he became Mollymauk- empty. Nothing bothered him, nothing was worth a reaction. There was no one at home behind these eyes at all. And all the while, curled up in a dark corner of his own head and feeling more like a parasite than the actual owner of this body, he begged please please buy it because I don’t have any other ideas besides grabbing Yasha and running.

Ashley leaned down into his space, his nose practically pressed into his. His breath smelled faintly of almonds. “Huh. Must be out to lunch.”

He leaned back and stepped away. “Fine. It was a nice idea, but it’s not like we really need to corrupt the nexus point right now anyway. We’re due at the Chantry of the Dawn in two days. Joni’s gonna get us the information on where the Crests are. We just need to figure out which one of these assholes has the tome, which we would’ve also gotten if someone hadn’t missed his mark.”

He shot another filthy look at Zerxus, who, through either geasa or a lack of interest, simply looked disaffected by the whole affair. Occasionally, he would steal glances Molly’s way and sweat began to bead at the back of his neck. He knows something.

How much time did he have to fake this before the Somnovem reconstituted themselves? Everything he and Lucien had exchanged in quick jolts had been primarily emotions and flashes of intent. There was no telling how long this would last and when it did, they were going to drag him back under and pin him beneath the rubble of their city and demand that he build it back up with only his dreams.

Gods, no wonder Lucien had been so terrified of them. Molly had never understood what it was like to truly fear the Somnovem until he was in their territory with no hope of escape. The idea that any moment they might show up again threatened to crack his veneer of emptiness.

Stay calm. Whatever you do.

He looked to Yasha- vacant, empty, operating fully on muscle memory. If he couldn’t stay strong for his own sake, then by gods, he needed to do it for her. He leapt into this unwinnable circumstance for her and Lucien had given him a chance to possibly pull a victory out of his ass where none had existed before. He owed it to everyone to be smart.

Ashley stalked off to tend to something, snapping his fingers to signal the Laughing Hand to follow him. Like a gargantuan, giggling hound, he fell into pace with him. The rest of the camp fell into an uneasy routine of awkward silence and Obann was so close to Yasha that Molly didn’t dare try to sidle closer to her, just for one brief bit of cold comfort.

Zerxus started to walk past him, but stopped just shy of passing him. The sheer size of him dwarfed Molly, blocking him from sight of the others and allowed the paladin to whisper, “I know you are present. I will not say anything unless I am asked. Do not give them a reason to ask me.”

Molly gave a barely perceptible jerk of his chin in a nod, his heart thudding in his chest.

“Jourrael killed a dwarf who was with your friends. I do not remember seeing her at the King’s Cage.”

Wake. It had to be Wake. Of course they would have gone to her to seek help. The urge to cry was almost impossible to choke back, but Molly was nothing if not an expert at delaying negative emotions. The break would be horrible when he could allow himself the time to feel them, but for now he only gave a little, pained exhale and then swallowed the rest.

“I am telling you this because I believe your tabaxi cleric can right a very old wrong for me. That is why I did everything I could to let them go. I cannot promise how much help I will be- I can only do what I am asked to do and what will I have to speak freely is through exploiting loopholes in the geas. It has been a long time with these monsters without anyone to speak to.”

He recognized the need in his dark brown eyes- a loneliness so powerful that it was smothering. Molly’s heart leapt into his throat at the realization that he wasn’t alone in the lion’s den. Yasha was unreachable, but someone, for as long as they could both lie through their teeth and the Somnovem were far away, would help him.

A horrible cry went up off in the distance, like something in pain, followed by the echo of a dozen mouths laughing in what sounded, uncomfortably, like relief. Molly didn’t understand what that meant at the time, but he felt a strong sense that it could only be a good thing. Another omen, another promise that it would be all right- that things were working in his favor.

Zerxus returned to his post at the edge of camp to keep watch for Ashley and the Laughing Hand’s return, leaving Molly, staring vacantly and feigning emptiness while his heart swelled with all the hope that Ashley saw fit to crush, kept safe for now.

I can do this.

#wip wednesday #cr fic #cr fanfic #you can't deny high noon #my writing

[iamthemain-character]

Merry x reader where they were friends before the while shebang and when Merry and the others come back to the shire Merry accidentally reveals his feelings and stuff

(also if the reader could be pretty ugly as well ty)

Hello, thanks for requesting!!! A little note, I genuinely don’t believe anyone is ugly, but I tried to hint that the reader wasn’t conventionally attractive. Remember, just because you don’t fit other people’s standards doesn’t mean that you’re not beautiful in your own way. <3

Coming Back For You

Merry Brandybuck x reader

gender neutral pronouns

TW: Reader is kinda sad in the beginning, mentions of assuming people are dead

LOTR Masterlist

16 months and 19 days.

Once the hobbits’ mysterious disappearances had reached 6 months, most people started to assume that they were dead. Memorials were held, condolences were given, but by the 12 month mark, life had returned to a sense of normalcy.

But for Y/n Y/l/n, life couldn’t be normal again. Merry Brandybuck, one of the missing hobbits, was their best friend. His absence left a large, unfilled hole in their life.

Merry and Y/n had been neighbors since childhood, running around and getting into scrapes and messes from the time they could talk. Merry was the one who stood up for Y/n when the other children would tease them about their looks. He would always wipe Y/n’s tears away, reassuring them that they were [beautiful/handsome] to him. Merry was the one who helped Y/n get their very first job waiting tables at the tavern, and he was their best customer, always making sure they got enough tips at the end of the night. With Merry, Y/n felt safe, like they could just be themself. Their heart had recently complicated things a bit; heart flutters and blushing became more and more frequent when Y/n and Merry would touch. Still, he was their best friend, and their life felt complete with him.

So when Merry went missing without a word, Y/n’s entire life felt like it had been uprooted. Their days were dreary and long, unable to see their friend’s cheery smile or hear his contagious laugh. Y/n’s heart was hurt and heavy, and it felt like they would never be able to smile again.

Y/n refused to believe Merry was dead; no matter what the other hobbits would say, Y/n remained in denial. In their heart, they knew he wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be dead. So every week, Y/n would go to Merry’s house to dust and clean in case he ever came back. It was also therapeutic for them, being able to be surrounded by his things and his essence. Sometimes Y/n would entertain the hope that they would be cleaning and Merry would walk right in through the door, sweeping them up into a hug and launching into his story about where he had been gone. But as weeks blended into months, and the months blended into a year, that hope became dimmer and dimmer.

Now it was almost 17 months since Merry had disappeared. It was fall, and the crunchy leaves underneath Y/n’s feet as they walked to his house. They stopped at the door, pausing a moment to close their eyes.

“One last time.” Y/n whispered under their breath.

As they pressed their hand against the door, but stepped back in shock when it gave, creaking as it swung on its hinges. Y/n took great care to close the door whenever they were finished, so, alarmed, they threw the door open.

And there in front of Y/n’s eyes was the hobbit they so dearly loved. Merry had lost a lot of weight, his hair was longer, and his skin was covered with visible scars. But when he turned around, Merry’s beautiful green eyes, though a bit sadder, lit up when he saw Y/n.

The pair rushed together, wrapping their arms around each other as if they would never let go again. Merry pressed Y/n impossibly closer to him, taking in the feeling of having them near again. Tears freely fell from both pairs of eyes, their hearts bursting with emotions.

“Meriadoc Brandybuck, where on middle earth have you been?” Y/n had meant to joke, but their voice failed them, coming out as a desperate whisper.

“I’m so sorry. There was this thing with Frodo and a ring, and then we had to save the entire world, I swear I never meant to leave you this long.”

Reluctantly pulling back, Y/n looked at Merry quizzically. “You saved the entire world???”

Merry laughed at that, shaking his head. “I’ll tell you about all that, I promise, but I need to tell you something else first.”

Merry took Y/n’s face in his hands, thumbs stroking over their cheeks as he drank in the sight of their face. His voice was hushed and reverent when he spoke. “These past months, I have seen and done things I never would have thought of two years ago. I have lost my way, and lost friends, and seen a whole world outside of The Shire.” Merry paused here, swallowing hard as tears glistened in his eyes. “But no matter what happened, all I could think about was you. How I missed you, how I wished I could have you with me, how I had to protect you. The thought of returning to you was the only thing that kept me going. You are the only thing that mattered to me Y/n.”

“Merry, what are you saying?

“I’m saying that I love you Y/n.”

Shock washed over Y/n as they heard those three words. Despite wanting to hear them for so long, they couldn’t believe it.

“But I’m not [pretty/handsome], I’m not clever, I’m not-“

Merry shook his head furiously, as if he wanted to shake the thoughts out of their head. “Y/n, you don’t see yourself as I see you. You are everything I could ever want, and I love you. I love you Y/n; could you possibly love me too?”

Tears threatened to spill over again as Y/n nodded their head. “Yes Merry, yes, I love you.”

Smiling, Merry leaned in and kissed Y/n. His arms wrapped around their waist, and their hands found their way to his hair. All the longing, all the hope, and all the passion was poured into that kiss, as if they were making up for lost time, but also making a promise for the future.

#merry brandybuck #merry brandybuck x reader #merry x reader #lotr #lord of the rings

[katsona-the-katsequel]

I forgot I had written this, but this is a small exploration of how Personas affected the users' everyday life.

Naoya

Seimen Kongou

Are you ill? Naoya suddenly turns into the mom friend. He makes (or rather reheats) soup, brings you water, reminds you of your pills, and makes a list of all the homework you missed. Naoya justifies this as force of habit, since he always did this whenever Maki was hospitalized. Maki doesn't tell him that the caretaker-of-the-ill instinct became stronger since he got his Persona.

Amen Ra

People joke Naoya got softer with age. His ability to sympathize with those suffering went from 0 to 100 after the St. Hermelin incident. "Is this what character growth is like?" Maybe. Or maybe its just your Persona. Then again, they are you, so...

An upside is that he gained more confidence in his leadership skills. Kind of comes with the job of managing a ragtag group of students through a coming-of-age deadly adventure. It's also easier for Naoya to tell whenever people are lying.

Maki

Maso

Maki believes that part of her full recovery was a seaside retreat, like in the Victorian era, she jokes. There's something about the sound of the waves and the salt in the air that made her feel free and boundless. So much so that Maki learned sailing. "It's actually a lot of fun!", she says. Helps to clear the mind. Later in life, Maki made her permanent residence in a seaside town. It was only a side effect that she developed a taste for fish.

Some could say that Maki saves people from drowning with her work as a therapist.

Verdandi

Not wondering any more about "what ifs" or "buts", Maki learned how to actually live her present life.

Mark

Ogun

Mark gained a spark of inspiration and began to get more creative with his art, including actual metalwork and iron in beautiful and intricate pieces. "It's the New York style, man!" he claims with a smile, "Had to expand beyond just graffiti". Mark will never notice, but if he dedicated himself to fighting again, he would notice that he's a better fighter than most who have been training for ages, having a natural instinct for it. What he does notice, is that all the stray dogs in New York made him develop a fond spot for all kinds of dogs. Mark sees one and just has to pet it, ya know? He even adopted one himself! Or two... or three... look, at least it wasn't a snake. Though now that you mention it...

Susano-o

Maki might be onto something with all that sea stuff. However, he prefers raging seas over the calm ones. Thunderstorms become a calming white noise as he works on his art. The moment they become a thing, Mark listens to "Rainstorm Sounds For Relaxing, Focus or Sleep".

#persona 1 #naoya toudou #maki sonomura #masao inaba #i have connected the dots

[ihatedean]

we finished ep10 and i neeeed to say some shit.

of course they'd bring missouri back just to kill her. i'm the idiot for believing they'd actually do something fun with her.

i've only had jack for 9 episodes and i would genuinely die for him. not even joking. he's the only good thing to come out of the bunker era. also. mama bear sam??? wow. i don't know how i feel about dean yet- i know he grows fond of jack later, but i don't think i've ever seen him treat anybody like this. at least not people who didn't deserve it... it's weird.

oh god. they did that for me actually. my cringe little girl. he looks soooo dumb and its so so hot. i love the boots. i love it when he cosplays. i love that they had absolutely NO privacy in that motel. wow.

4. i want ketch gone. not in a "ohhh he's so evil i want him gone!" way. it's a "please please erase everything BMOL-related from existence" way. i don't like him, the only thing he brings to the table so far is mentioning rowena. but i genuinely hope he's here just for a few episodes until something kills him.

5.e8.... happened. i guess it was....... different. e9 and... uh. dinosaurs? i HATED the camera movement, though. there's that.

6. what the fuck was up with dean forcing kaia to get in the car. holy fuck. i know we're supposed to believe its because he's doing whatever he can to bring his mother back but.... jesus. he just. wouldn't do that. it was genuinely devastating to see him act like that- it crossed too many lines.

7. holy fuck. holy fuck WAYWARD SISTERS. ugh, so many feelings. we could not shut up while watching. it was sooo much fun and such a cool way to get the girls together!! i love that you can tell they have different dynamics w each other- it feels real. there's a gentleness in claire that she shows to the "new girls" of the gang, cool big-sister vibes that she uses to calm them down, ease them into it. and another one, deeper, reserved just for her sister alex. when alex and claire are talking you can FEEL the years of growing up together. they've said some nasty things to each other, you just know it. and yeah i ship it. but: it does sting that they've been building all these great female characters who are strong and funny and smart and caring, and then proceeded to give them an episode that felt.... ugh, i don't know. i hate the word performative, but i just wish it had been treated with more seriousness? like. give them a scary looking monster, at least. let them look messy. i couldn't stop looking at claire's perfectly curled hair throughout the whole episode. they're beautiful women, i already know that, they would look pretty even if you roughen them up, i promise. it felt like the show kept repeating "wow these women are BAD-ASS, right? right!? they shoot guns!" in a way that they never needed to with jo or ellen or fuck, jody. one look at ellen and i was straightening my back, man. i miss that. i miss characters that didn't need to show their scars to show how bad-ass they are.

Anyways. I hated season 12. But it was something. And it showed the hunter world outside of Sam and Dean, something I missed a lot. With season 13 I can officially say I'm just here to watch Jensen Ackles' mouth moving. That's it. Asmodeus might have been a fun character for a video game. I hate him in this show. I want Mary gone, or at least I want someone to remember who Mary Winchester is and write her as such. Kevin was there for a moment, that was cool. Mark Pellegrino was not paid enough.

#lb #spn season 13 #spn 13x03 #spn 13x06 #spn 13x07 #spn 13x08 #spn 13x09 #spn 13x10 #first time watch #what even is supernatural at this point #im doing a re-watch too so it hurts even more

[certified-scoundrel]

Plant Abuse: yay or nay?

an ongoing ‘scientific’ ‘study’ inspired by the hit book and tv series, Good Omens

WARNING: i may sound like an absolute wanker in this, as all of my knowledge of plant care, the scientific method, and other such things are based entirely on 3 things: my 9.5th grade level biology skills (.5 bc did some self studying for funsies), my 9th grade level chemistry skills (i took chem in 10th grade, im just not very good at it), and a fuck ton of googling.

yeah this post is gonna be a beast, so feel free to scroll to the end for a tldr (you will miss out on all of my absolutely hilarious jokes)

ever since i watched Good Omens, i was really curious as to whether or not yellingtalking to plants would actually help them grow. when i took to researching this, the articles were all over the place. one article would say ‘no, talking to your plants has no affect on them’; another article would say ‘yes, but womens voices are more affective than mens’; the article after that would say ‘yes, but you’d have to talk to your plant for hours for the vibrations to have any affect on them’. so, i decided to throw all common sense reminding me good omens is a fantasy story out the window and try this for myself.

now, im probably one of the literal worst people to try this out for many many reasons. one key issue is that i am extremely unintimidating. crowley scaring his plants into growing would definitely be a lot less affective if he was a 5’7 lanky teenager with joint problems. another, albeit more realistic reason, is my innate ability to fuck things up in the most random way possible. im not concerned about forgetting to water the plants or something like that, im concerned about somehow getting the plants so upset with me that they start a plant revolution and subsequent overthrow of my bedroom. obviously im being a bit hyperbolic, but its honestly just a bit. im like the main characters in a nickelodeon sitcom whos plans always go to shit even after they explain them aloud to each other.

however, despite all signs pointing me to put down my plant mister and finish my summer reading, i know what i was put on this earth to do: to be the reason there are ‘do not attempt this at home’ warnings on tv show’ and ‘for external use only’ labels on shampoo bottles. it is in my blood to beat the odds, to do things im extremely unqualified for, and to mirror the (sometimes questionable) things my favorite fictional characters do. It is time to metaphorically drink the apple-scented shampoo, and to finally settle this question.

now it is time to plan my experiment.

(most experiments have some sort of hypothesis, but im not like most scientists (im not one) so im skipping that. ill be leaving the hypothesizing up to you guys.)

once i get paid, im going to go to the nearest garden center to me and buy 3 matching houseplants and label them Plant A, Plant B, and Plant C. not sure what plants ill get, probably whichever ones are cheapest and the fastest growers, however once i have them i will do as much research as i can into how to care for them properly to avoid as many outside factors as possible. each individual plant will be placed in a separate room in my house, and treated nearly identically. I will do my best to keep things like water levels, sunlight levels, and things of that nature as constant variables. obviously, the independent variable will be how i treat the plants

~emotionally~

ill be completely silent when watering Plant A (Control). when i water the other the other two plants, ill spend a few minutes chatting with each plant. with Plant B, ill be kind to it, praise it, and other things of that nature; with Plant C, ill ridicule it, insult it, and so on. if the plants dont require daily watering (which i hope they wont), ill still pop in to talk to plants B and C every day. ill repeat this for however long i feel like, but at the end of every week ill take a picture of the plants to mark their growth and current state of wellness.

at this point, i can hear all of you saying ‘what the hell is wrong with this kid’. to that, i say: ‘that is a real loaded question, and im not sure you actually want an answer.’ i get it, just know. is this a stupid idea? yeah. is it the stupidest idea ive had? not by a long shot (see: drinking shampoo ‘joke’ referenced earlier)

TLDR: im going to buy 3 houseplants, keep one as a control, yell at one, and be nice to the other. every week ill take a picture of the plants to track their growth, and at the end ill compare all the photos to see how talking/yelling at your plants can affect their growth.

#Plant Abuse: yay or nay? #i spent an hour on this #i should be doing my summer reading #good omens #anthony j crowley #crowley #crowleys plants #experiment #good omens tv #good omens book #good omens season 1

[manyothermusingsofmine]

Tale Of Midnight Blues || Drabble

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3   Wordcount: 2957 Warnings: mentions of bullying, tiefling bigotry, and a toxic relationship Summary: Astarion is new to this whole "caring about someone's emotions" thing, so the best way to practice is to try and prod Willow about her past

AN: I really wanted to work in the dialogue of "where were your parents in all of this, Willow?" "Oh, please, my parents would trade me for Karlach in a heartbeat." but I couldn't find a proper way to do it. However I wanted to mention it anyway since it explains so much about the BFF dynamic Willow and Karlach have

-------------------------------------------- As much as he didn't like it when the sun sank below the horizon, Astarion had to admit that the sunset was rather pretty. Shades of oranges painted the sky as he turned the pages of the book he was reading, goblet in hand that he occasionally sipped some wine from. Others in the camp were mingling, telling stories of their past or silly little jokes they heard from somewhere long ago.

Music filled his sharp ears, no matter that it was faint, distant... and not coming from a direction he expected it to come from. He looked up from his book, only to then realise that Willow was indeed not present among the people telling each other stories and memories.

A small, somewhat annoyed sigh left him when this realization hit. He really didn't like it when Willow decided to wander off on her own; the tiefling bard had an uncanny ability of getting herself into trouble whenever she decided to split up from the group.

Finding her was as easy as following his hearing, the music he followed slowly intensifying even if she wasn't playing all that loud; it didn't matter. Being both an elf and a vampire, it would take far more than to hide from Astarions sense in that regard.

He found her near a small, self-made campfire on the river bed, playing away on her lute in a matter that sounded a lot like just regular practice or.. did it? Tilting his head, Astarion listened closer. She was singing in a dialect of Infernal, so he couldn't understand what she was saying, but... that didn't mean he didn't hear the sorrow and melancholy of the lute.

He waited for the song to be done, before softly applauding in order to get her attention.

"Marvelous, darling," he chimed, trying not to sound too sarcastic about it because it did sound nice.

"But would you mind not sneaking off without telling anyone where you're going? You seem to have a knack of stumbling head first into trouble when you do."

Willow just looked at him, unimpressed.

"What, you don't enjoy running to my aid only to then chastise me for being dumb about my decisions? I thought that was a hobby of yours at this point."

Astarion couldn't help but feel a little smirk coming up at the sass he received. He did rather enjoy it when she bit back a little, showed some back bone when he had really been thinking she was nothing but a big push over when they first met.

"Anyway, what are you doing around here by your lonesome? You should be at camp, being the life of the party; you're the bard, after all."

Somehow, that comment seemed to completely miss its mark. For a split moment, he saw her flinch, clutching the lute a little closer to herself. And for once in his life, he hadn't meant it as some sort of jab. He would've been way nastier if it had to be a jab.

".... Willow?"

No response. She just focused on the lute, now playing what were definitely little practice loops of a happy, upbeat tune. Almost as if she was faking it.

Astarion kept silent, before rather dramatically sauntering over and sitting down beside her. His ears flicked back a little as for he wasn't sure how to phrase what he felt like he needed to ask.

".... What's on your mind?"

That seemed like a good way to ask. It was a very Gale way of asking, mayhap, but the wizard always seemed to have a way of asking about someone’s day that made people eager to talk. Therefor, it was a good strategy to mimic

"A tadpole."

... Or, maybe not. Not when it came to her. Astarion looked at Willow, frowning as she just gave him a deadpan look in return. This was hard enough without her leaning into the general banter and push and pull thing they had going. In that silence, as he looked in the flaming green eyes she had, he suddenly understood why it was so hard to truly connect. Gods, had he really not seen it before now, how she drew up a wall of airy, light humor and jokes whenever someone got too close for comfort?

".... You know," he started, keeping an eye on her as she turned back to strum on the lute a little bit, "For what it's worth, the group we're in knows most of everyone's backstories, save a few details that people don't wish to repeat for a myriad of reasons."

Himself included. He shook the thought away.

"Well, anyone; but you. All I know is that you got involved with this Nephamor-"

The way she suddenly halted her play was cacophonic at best, and Astarion flinched at the sharp sound of it hitting his sensitive ears. Silence fell between the two, as Astarion finished the sentence in his head but refrained from speaking it aloud. That he didn't even know much about her dealings with this tiefling sorcerer other than that the guy had been enough of a bastard that Willow had wanted him dead. And succeeded.

He looked at her from his peripheral view, going back and forth between that and watching as the river lazily continued its path down the valley.

"Do you..."

Gods, he had no idea how to ask about this. It wasn't exactly like he was used to asking anyone about their past in an open conversation. He either guessed what happened, or got his intel in some other- he grimaced at the memory.

"Uhm..." he muttered, trying to get a hold of himself again. Honestly at this point he much rather heard her story than have some memory flare up in his mind of nights he desperately wanted to actually forget.

"Do you... want to talk about it?"

The silence returned, lingering thick between them as Astarion mentally kicked himself and was almost ready to get up and go back to camp, considering it a mission failed-

"It's not exactly some grand tale fitting of a Bard," Willow mused, setting her lute to the side and leaning back on her arms for a little bit to look up at the night sky. Stars were starting to emerge as she did, with the moon slowly climbing up into the sky.

"Not everything has to be some epic tale," Astarion shrugged, trying to be noncommittal about it.

"... Mind if I bring it to you like a Bard should, anyway?"

"If it helps."

She turned to him a little, and he followed her example so they were facing each other at least somewhat. Astarion made himself comfortable as she added a little bit of extra wood to the small fire she had made.

"Well, our story starts in a small town in the middle of absolutely nowhere in Faerun, and at least near a cave entryway into the Underdark. It's a town founded by a small settlement of Tieflings who made some deal with a nearby drow population that they would take these unwanted lands off their hands and, you know, leave them to roam the Underdark in peace. It’s a rough and tough land and while the drow aren’t really an issue just about everything else is.

So this settlement of Tieflings quickly starts to value martial skill. Barbarian, fighter, monk; all of them highly valued as protectors of the people. And then there's a little purple tiefling among them. Everyone here a Mephistopheles Tiefling, that can only mean there's some red blood in her history somewhere. And that would be fine, were it not that this little girl likes, ugh, music and art,"

Astarion just gave Willow a very small nod when she looked to him for some kind of reassurance that she hadn't lost him yet. She kept her face almost eerily neutral as she continued

"So, when she's not watching people rip up her poems and sheet music, she is trying desperately to convince a magic born tiefling that they're better off if they stick together. But he plays along with the crowd, because he is far too scared to be their next target. This continues for years until both of them reach their majority and she finally convinces the sorcerer that Faerun is big. Like, really big; big enough that if they just look, and have each other’s back, they can have the kind of life they dream of. So, they run, in pursuit of something better."

She was trembling a little, but as soon as he noticed that she seemed to pull all her emotions back in and continued her tale as if she was talking about some wild fairy tale that never happened to her.

"It was hard. On the road, they often met people who had never seen Tieflings before, who immediately drew back in fear at the very sight of them. Or, they came across the settlements of their kin scattered about in the lands and were seen as just another mouth to feed. So the Bard did what Bards do best; entertain. She sang, she wrote stories and poems to recite, and he was clever enough to get her a proper stage and ask people for copper and gold to get in.

Finally, she was no longer seen as a monster to placate or a silly little thing with stupid aspirations that would get her nowhere, no, they saw her shine on stage and called her name in unison and adoration- and that sounds like the perfect ending, doesn't it?

But- well…"

She paused, needing a moment to breathe, and Astarion couldn't help but wonder if it was in a metaphorical sense more than literal. His ears flicked back again, frowning just a little as he wondered whether to make her stop or not.

".... Go on," he eventually softly prodded.

"Well, you see, using fame to deal with your problems is pretty much the same as asking a hag for some solution to an issue. Yes, it's great to be adored as the amazing Bard, until... until the demands start pouring in. Until everyone wants your autograph, every minute of your time, every piece of yourself you never wanted to part with- and you have to smile, and bear it, don't ever let that smile falter. Because as soon as they catch you slipping, as soon as you're less than kind, well; you're just proving you're the monster they still think you are. You're "one of the good Tieflings" until you're not. You're talented and amazing until you snap at a fan to not step on your tail again, please, and then the fear and bigotry returns and you’re the reason they regard your kin that way again as well.

Oh, and the sorcerer you bring along for protection? Well, if he's not busy throwing you to these ravenous wolves in every way he can, well, he's keeping an iron grip on anything that comes in while working in your shadow-"

"Willow-" Astarion started, the slightest bit of concern ringing through in his voice as Willow's trembling got worse; like the campfire was no longer keeping her warm. But this wasn't from being cold; he knew well enough that this was different. But she continued as the dam had broken and the whole story was too hard to keep in.

"Because, silly you, did you think you were getting paid? No, he is selling your talent for his own gain. You were never supposed to be a team and he will never have your back when it matters. Your talent is just a means to an end, you're just being-"

She bit her lip in anger, eyes squeezing shut as a silence fell between Willow and Astarion. However, this one wasn't awkward like the previous ones had been. Astarions ears lowered, a small pang in his chest making itself known as he watched the tears cling to her lashes.

He lowered his own gaze to the ground. He could fill in the final word to her sentence without even thinking about it, the silence between them only solidifying the sudden understanding they found between themselves.

“.... And to rub salt in the wound, he kept contact with the hellhole you both came from. He promises your hometown that he'll bring you back and make you an ‘honest woman.’ Why, leaving town together, that's clearly just a complicated way of saying you want to get eloped, right? What do you mean, no? You don't get a say in that."

He felt rage bubbling in the pit of his stomach, almost angry for her in her place. If anyone knew how much of a stab to the back that was, or how chaining that felt... it was him. Red eyes looked into flaming green ones as he realised she still had more to say.

"... So I got in an argument with him," Willow muttered, dropping the pretense that this had been about anyone but her as she still fought back the tears that were burning in her eyes by taking deep breaths and occasionally looking up at the sky,

"I argued. I screamed. I was so angry with him- He just got angry in return; saying that it was so obvious that we were an item now, and basically that he would be hailed as some kind of wild beast tamer if he just brought me back. He fully intended to drag me back there if he had to. So I ran from his side- only to run right into the ambush of a mindflayer, be whisked away on some ship and have a tadpole shoved into my eye."

Silence fell between the two yet again as Willow quietly inched closer to the river, gazing upon the image reflected back up at her and letting out a sigh. Astarion casted his gaze to the side, in deep thought. What was he to do? What could he do? It seemed like there was nothing he could say to ease her feelings, and he truly wasn’t sure what to do now that his silver tongue failed him completely.

He inched a little bit closer himself, only to flinch back a little when she leaned back with another sigh.

“Not exactly a grand tale befitting of an ‘admired’ Bard, like I said.”

Astarion let out the slightest hint of a huff, a weird tight feeling emerging in his chest as he watched her shift her weight and position. She pulled up her knees, hugging them so she could lean on them in support as she watched into the dark waters of the river faintly illuminated by the moon in the sky.

The silence between them remained as he desperately looked for something, anything to say, only to come up completely empty. He didn’t know what to say; comforting anyone had never been his forte, neither before and definitely not after he was turned into a vampire spawn.

Eventually he decided to inch closer to her, joining her by the water edge. He took care to place himself just close enough to her that their arms were ever so slightly touching, hoping that his presence and the featherlight touch offered comfort when none of his words could.

Willow’s pointed ears flicked back and lowered, as her gaze darted between him and the reflection in the dark water of the river. As far as the water was concerned, she sat there by herself, not another soul in sight. The only thing proving that he was actually beside her was the slight cold creeping onto her arm from where his touched hers.

“…You know,” she started, with a little laugh of disbelief as she knew how stupid this was going to sound, “there is one singular, solitary thing I envy about your… condition. I mean, it’s not worth any of the hells you’ve been through, obviously, but…”

She slowly and deliberately moved the arm he wasn’t leaning against, her reflection in the water relentlessly mimicking the gesture, even when she dropped it back to her leg.

“But at least you’re not constantly reminded of what everyone else sees when they look at you.”

“Doesn’t mean they treat me any better.”

“No, I know. I guess… I guess I just sometimes wish I didn’t see anything when I look in a mirror. It.. it would beat seeing everything I don’t like about myself.”

That was fair enough. The silence returned after that, but this time it was strangely a little more comfortable than it had been before. Astarion reached for her hand a couple of times, pulling back in hesitation just as often. He wasn’t sure how to do this, if she was okay with it, if he was okay with it, but eventually he took her hand into his own. He ran his thumb over her ring finger, down to the very tip of the clawed nail. He was still thinking of what to say when they intertwined their fingers, and he lightly rested his head to the upper part of her arm.

“You…. your storytelling isn’t half bad, you know.”

A little snort came out of her as that was the last thing she expected him to bring up, but in that was a quiet appreciation that weirdly enough, a comment like that from him was far more genuine than any of his more shallow praise. She felt him lean against her a little more, almost like he stopped holding back his weight as much. She responded by very lightly and loosely wrapping her tail around him.

“… You aren’t half bad either, by the way.”

“… Thanks, Star.”

#Drifting writes things #love how I'm still not comfortable actually tagging this with the fandom. like. in the tags. #the fandom where ocs are welcomed and encouraged and pretty much the main way people interact with the game #trust me fandom its not you its me i've just been burned way too many times so I keep my writings rather close to my chest

[leonardalphachurch]

I feel like I’m weird for making it through seasons 14 and 15 only to fall off after. Idk, I enjoyed 15 well enough barring a few rough jokes early on that really didn’t land. I guess I just sat on it after and came to the conclusion that the blues and reds felt underutilized as villains? Like Temple’s great, but like all the rest don’t really do more than be really one off jokes that don’t really highlight the growth that the reds and blues have had over the years I feel. Like I came out the other side positive enough but the more I thought on the season the more I felt it’s writing missed the mark on various character plots, some real missed potential there.

The stuff I saw of 16 and 17 looked pretty cool? Whenever it filtered through my dash? But idk something about 15 killed my momentum and the neat stuff about the next few seasons got really tempting but somehow didn’t quite get me hooked back. I’m sure there are/were general rt things that have happened over the past few years that soured my drive to come back to it somewhat too.

Maybe I’ll finally go and watch 16 and 17 when I’ve got some free time someday soon, it’s not like they’re making more seasons anytime soon as far as I know.

it’s not weird, anon. i honestly thought more people did that, till i saw the actual numbers. i think the ending of 15 was… weak? it definitely had some good moments but it was the climactic finale that had to follow up 13’s finale and, like, that was never gonna happen. like, season 11 respected that it wasn’t going to hit the highs of season 10 in terms of, like, big epic drama, so it kept its stakes relatively low. but because the climax’s stakes are so much higher than the rest of the season’s stakes were while still having a good ramp up to them, it still feels very dramatic. it doesn’t stack up to 10’s climax but it’s not trying to. 15 on the other hand was desperately trying to top 13’s climax and it just. it didn’t stand a chance. the ramp up wasn’t horrible but it also wasn’t great and the stakes shot to the fucking MOON (and will just get higher from here). i think i had more to say but i lost it ANYWAY i totally get why someone would fall off after 15.

you’re SO fucking right about the blues and reds i literally. i am literally trying to rework them into my own horrible little men bc i like the concept of them A LOT but they’re executed so fucking bad in canon. i don’t know if you’ve read this post of mine but i talk more about my problems with the blues and reds there

as for continuing to watch. i think 17 is genuinely a good piece of fiction. not a GREAT piece of fiction, but given what it was handed it did a pretty solid job. “solid” is really the word i would use to describe 17. it’s a solid season of red vs blue.

16, however, is a hot fucking mess. i like 16 bc i LOVE hot messes and i have big “i can fix him” energy towards stuff like 16 but i can definitely understand why people think it’s the worst season of rvb. would say it’s my third least favorite. honestly if you (or anyone else) wanted i could let you know what parts to skip bc quite a few just offer absolutely no narrative, character or comedic value whatsoever.

anyway ty anon i wanted to talk about rvb so so badly you gave me a gift of an ask

#asks #anon #AGGH I SHOULD TAG THIS. I NEED A FUCKING TAGGING SYSTEM #rvb15 #rvb16 #uhhh. i guess i talk about 16 enough to tag it? #IS THAT EVEN THE TAGGIBG SUSTEM WERE USING FOR SEASON ANALYSIS. #i hate this fucking house. one day i’m gonna organize my shit then it’s over for you bitches.

[cs-venting]

Dont expect terraliens to change.

The mods are still disrespecting their members under the guise of jokes and horribly phrased questions marked as 'genuine'. The suggestions area which i thought would be awesome to turn things around... Not as good as you think. Ive watched as threads disappear entirely because what i assume is dislike of the suggestion or its to 'critical' for their liking.

Raised prices on myos for ftos right before a sale, and nerfed the currency bot. Way to go for helping out your fto members. If the form was filled out wrong in anyway after the sale ended... You were also SoL too. As they didnt allow fixes. Many did get the myo, but many also missed out as well. Just was unfair imo.

Mods cant take the criticism cause most are minors. Lets face it, not all minors are immature. Not all adults are mature. I feel like most of the team all fall under the immature area. Mostly because most of them cant seem to keep a professional attitude when facing any type of criticism at all. Which is something they have to face if theyre going to continue forward.

Stop being so wishy-washy with members on traits too. Its not okay to be 'mis-informed' then watch as someone else gets a free pass for the same things.

I agree with this honestly, and while I did manage to get a myo from that and made my own terra I watched as someone almost didn't because they supposedly "didn't have enough" when they did. I even saw one of the mods say they were thinking about keeping the raised prices. I'm glad they didn't but it was really scummy of them to raise the prices for fto's and while there were like a lots of fto's who got one and entered still. I also didn't like the no re-do on the forum as many people made some basic mistakes and then got told "you shouldn't have made that, it was all written in bold and stated loudly but I guess you can get a re-do if you must"

#cs #vent #terraliens