#haha hold on i just made myself cry what the fuck

[nerdnag]

I hope everyone who reads this is having a better day than I am 🙏

#Away on a work thing for a couple of days and while my work situation has started to improve it's still not great in many aspects #Things can't just become amazing in no time I understand that #The main difference now from a month ago is that I now have someone who has my back #And who is systematically working to relieve me of a lot of burdensome work #And she is great. She is amazing. She really DOES have my back and I feel hopeful for the future. She cares. #But I still have coworkers (especially one of them) who are treating me so unfairly #I had to go to my hotel room and cry over the phone with my partner earlier today #Because I've worked my fucking ass off for such a long time to do good things and help my coworkers #And try to get us out of impossible situations as best as I can #And this is in no way meant to be a brag I just want to be extremely clear here about what's going on: #Without me they would be out of a job. Because I've been tearing myself into a million tiny pieces to hold the company together. #And what I get in return is literally... Complaints. And negativity. And annoyed comments about how they wish things could be better. #And the things they DO SEE that are GOOD they do not attribute to me at all #They have barely even thanked me for anything I have done #And I am supposed to fucking sit there. And smile. And be pleasant. And be social with them and have a haha good fun time with them. #But I am just so sick and tired of working my ass off for people who don't even care. #I don't even think anyone realises it but I am *this close* to just saying fuck it and quitting. #The only thing that's keeping me from doing that right now is the fact that this person who is slowly making things better for me DOES CARE #She is slowly realizing just how much of the company I'm carrying on my back and how close I am to collapsing under the ungrateful weight #And she has made it very clear to me that she will help me. That she sees me and supports me and that she will get things off my back. #And I really truly believe her #But if for some reason she would disappear... I don't think I can stay here anymore #So this is really the last chance I'm giving it #Anyway it will all turn out okay. I'm sure it will. #I'm just so disappointed and angry and sad right now #I've just suffered through a long dinner with them all and now I have escaped to my hotel room #I am going to comfort-binge Netflix for the rest of the night and try to be kind to myself. #Sorry for the long-ass vent #I'm impressed if you got this far #Tw vent

[norrizzandpia]

this is about oscar? part 3 but its freak by doja cat 🙏🏻

I fear y/n has released an entire album this time lol @golden-flora

The Album (OP81)

Summary: She’s done singles, one song at a time about her and Oscar’s sex life, but, now, she’s ready for a whole album.

Warnings: dirtiest one of the series, sexual discussions, Oscar being cocky

Note: THE NEXT INSTALLMENT OF THE WHO IS OSCAR PIASTRI SERIES IS HERE EVERYONE!!!! Hope you like it, i added some new things. First, as you know, y/n releases an album here, but, also, at the end, instead of smau, it’s just a regular story abt them on a podcast 🤭

y/nnn Oscar, the album, out tonight with a track list of Freak, Agora Hills, Dick, and Pussy Poppin 🤭

Comments:

Mclarensgirly SHE NAMED THE WHOLE THING OSCAR IM FUCKING CRYING

F1fan2023 using a photo McLaren took is cray

- y/nnn say it with me everyone: he looks hot!

- Mclarensgirly he looks hot!

- ln4andop81 he looks hot!

- f1fan81 he looks hot!

landonorris plz. plz don’t release it. I’ve never felt terror like this in my entire life after seeing that track list

- y/nnn don’t you put your life on the line every weekend to drive a car?

- landonorris yes.

oscarpiastri anyone want to come to the listening party?

- Danielricciardo no.

- landonorris absolutely fucking not

- logansargeant YOU THINK IM GOING TO BE LISTENING TO THESE???

- y/nnn y’all are some fake ass bitches

oscarpiastri haha have fun everyone!!!

- ln4andop81 mans is enjoying himself

- oscarpiastri more than enjoying myself

- landonorris like I’ll literally kill you

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TWITTER

Mclarensgirly i would just like to say that this is the man all those songs are about

- ln4andop81 i mean she did say “tied him down to my queen bed” in freak so that pic does fit the sub allegations

- f1fan2023 she also said “love it when he hit and smack too” in agora hills

- Mclarensgirly also said “hold me down, when a hole need dick”

- f1fan81 also said “he want a quickie, let him lick me, then I started gasping. The way his tongue be going crazy, you wouldn’t imagine. I let him stick me, hair got frizzy, I might let him crash it”

- Mclarensgirly also said “He put that woo all down my throat until i started coughing.”

- ln4andop81 OKAY OKAY I GET IT 😭

- ln4andop81 but also like… lets talk abt it

- Mclarensgirly IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

- f1fan2023 “he like it when i bend it over and i arch my back. He tap me on my shoulders, i said ‘yeah, i like that’” YOURE KIDDING.

- ln4andop81 i envision that in my head at night

- Mclarensgirly oh?

- ln4andop81 moving on! “Pull the panties to the side, watch a movie and make it two. We just finished number one, but I’m ready for round two” YUM.MY.

- F1fan81 sometimes i wonder if I’m jealous of Oscar or jealous of y/n

- Mclarensgirly real.

- ln4andop81 we also need to talk about Dick bc she literally goes “i met the boy in the 6, but measurements wasn’t a six” UHHHHHHH

- f1fan2023 it baffles me that he’s packing that seriously

- ln4andop81 nothing baffles me when it comes to that boy now that y/n sang “When I made a little mess on it, he told me to clean my act up” BRUHHHH THATS FUCKING HOT AS SHIT

- Mclarensgirly “Skirt up, fuck in the backseat. Take that shirt off, baby, put it on me. Got me like ‘yeehow’, ride it like a horsey. Kinda like seesaw, up and down on the D, give it to him” McLaren’s kicking and crying rn bc they know they cant take their car back from Oscar after y/n confirmed they christened it

- f1fan2023 okay okay but can we talk about “suck a little dick in the bathroom” in agora hills (slay song btw i ate that shit up)

- ln4andop81 YEAH BC IM GOING TO NEED SOME MORE INFO THAN THAT. WHEN. WHERE. WHAT.

- F1fan81 i bet your ass it was in the mtc

- ln4andop81 or in the Australian Grand Prix paddock remember when no one could find him after the face was over and all he said he was with y/n? SHE HAD TO HAVE BEEN GIVING HIM CELEBRATORY HEAD

- Mclarensgirly honestly? They prob did it in both

- oscarpiastri mhm

—

Oscar and Y/n sat next to each other on the soft sofa of the studio. They giggled with the podcast host as she said their introduction.

“Breaking the internet right now with their sex life, Oscar Piastri and Y/n Y/l/n! Hi, guys, welcome.” Samantha, the host, spoke to them.

Y/n and Oscar mumbled pleasantries, their legs squished together even with all the space to Y/n’s left. The woman was quick to getting into the topic of conversation, having already discussed boundaries with the couple before the cameras started rolling.

“So, Y/n, you’ve just released a small album that focuses mostly on Oscar and the things you two get up to in the bedroom. Were you ever nervous to share these songs with the world?”

Y/n nodded, “At first, yeah, all the way back when we started with 34+35, but it got easier once I saw the overwhelming support for it. I think the best part about releasing them is seeing the jokes that the fans make about Oscar and that side of him.”

Samantha smiled, “That leads me to my next question, Oscar, were you ever nervous to have people know about that side of you? Seeing as it was such a shocker.”

He laughed as he adjusted his position, throwing an arm around his girlfriend, “Um, well, I didn’t think it was that shocking. We didn’t expect people to go haywire over hearing that I lean more towards the dominant side. We kind of assumed people inferred that.”

Samantha’s jaw dropped, “Really?! Oh! I’ll be honest, I was quite surprised when I heard it.”

Y/n shook her head, “I don’t know, I guess the way Oscar is in front of cameras is drastically different from how he actually is. He’s still very soft spoken and quiet, but a bit more outgoing.”

Samantha nodded as she glanced over her next question, “Oscar, what’s your favorite song off this album?”

“Oh, I am so ready for this. Agora Hills.” He answered immediately, smiling proudly at the others in the room.

Y/n turned to look at him, “Really?! Why?!”

His head leaned from side to side, “Just, it’s more romantic? I mean, you talk about tying the knot alongside the sex stuff.”

Y/n and Samantha laugh at his comment, Samantha agreeing, “No, I see what you’re saying. Y/n, you do say you want to show him off multiple times throughout the song.”

“Because I do!” She exclaimed, leaning into her boyfriend lovingly.

He kissed her temple, listening intently to Samantha.

“Your interactions with the fans are hilarious. Do you guys look forward to fucking with them?”

“Hell yeah!” Oscar exclaimed, “Once I caught wind of the fact that they didn’t think I did shit in the bedroom, I became very obnoxious when rubbing what happens between Y/n and I in their faces.”

Y/n cooed jokingly, “Aw, Osc, was your masculinity damaged?”

He rolled his eyes at her, laughing at her dig and pushing her away softly. They came back together, though.

“Before we move on from this subject, I want to ask Y/n, was the over six inches comment really true?” Samantha eyed her as Y/n glanced beside her at Oscar, silently asking him if she could do what he knew she wanted to do.

He nodded at her, shaking his head lightly as she said, “A lady never kisses and tells.”

Silence passed as she raised her hands and aimed them around nine inches apart. Winking suggestively at the camera, the women in the room gasped.

“IS THAT NINE INCHES?!” Samantha screamed, causing all of them to fall into a fit of giggles.

Y/n brought the microphone to her mouth and whispered, “Oh, yeah, it is.”

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[minki-moo]

Oooh, your 'want to want you' fic was so good! I loved it!!

Can you pls write a fic about Chan teaching you to ride for the first time?

Because that's a skill in itself haha, you'll need help the first few times

the way i've been thinking about this for days 🫣

i also had to do research because i myself have also never ridden anyone so im sorry if this is biblically inaccurate

you and chan had been enjoying a relaxing day at home, catching up on a few shows and baking together (or you baking and him watching). but as the day wound down, you both made your way to the bed, lazily making out and running your hands on each others bodies. somehow during all this, you found yourself straddling chan, your hands on his chest and looking down at his swollen lips and wide eyes. you've never seen this view before; chan was always on top of you when you have sex, but you can definitely see the appeal.

"channie?"your face heats up a bit. "can i... ride you?"

chan's eyes widen, his grip on your thighs tightening. you were never really that bold when it came to sex; you knew what you liked and always told chan what made you feel good, but suggesting something new was something you've never done.

"are-are you sure?" you could see the lust and excitement under his concerned expression. you swallow down the doubt you had and nod. "i'm sure. i've never been so sure of something in my life." leaning over, you kiss him and whisper in his ear, "and the view from up here is amazing."

the flustered look on chan's face made you smirk; he was always so composed, but the minute you did anything, he didn't know how to act at all.

taking a deep breath, chan sits up so he's leaning on the bed frame, holing your waist and pulling you closer to his chest. "baby," he says in a low voice, "have you ever ridden anyone before?" you shook your head. chan was basically your first everything, so you never had the chance to try anything sexual with anyone else.

"thought so." he slides his fingers under the waist band of your panties. "can you take these off for me?" raising your hips, you let chan tug them off. once they're off, chan reaches into his boxers and pulls out his already hard cock. somehow, you always forget how big chan is; not overwhelmingly so but it was enough to make you nervous.

"baby," chan's voice is soothing as he rubs little circles into your hips, "it's gonna be ok. just do what feels right."

reaching behind you, you take chan's cock in your hands, lining it up with your opening. taking a deep breath, you slowly sink down, taking him inch by inch. once you finally bottom out, the quiet, breathy moans you were holding in leave your mouth.

"channie, 'm so full." you whimper as you lean your head into chan's shoulder.

"i know baby. fuck, you're so tight. so perfect for me."

when you've gotten used to the feeling, you place your hands on chan's thighs, tentatively raising your hips and lower them slowly, the drag of his cock igniting more pleasure inside you. the moan you hear from chan lets you know you're doing a good job, as he uses his hands to guide you up and down his length. after a few strokes, you start to pick up the pace, bouncing faster as you start to lose yourself in the pleasure. "that's it baby, you're doing so-fuck-so fucking well." chan's strained moans mix with your desperate ones, his fingers digging into your hips. feeling his release coming much faster than he wanted, chan thrusts up into you, making you cry out.

"ch-channie, fuck 'm gonna cum." you start to move frantically, meeting each of chan's thrusts as his cock hits your g spot every time.

chan grabs the back of your neck, pulling you down into a heated kiss. "fuck, that's it. cum for me, baby." his command was enough to make you spiral, your orgasm hitting you hard as you slam your hips down one more time. a loud groan from chan was the only warning you got before you felt his cock twitch inside you, the warmth of his cum giving you another small orgasm.

collapsing on chan's chest, you slowly catch your breath, the pain in your thighs finally catching up to you. "that, was amazing." you giggle at the awe in chan's voice.

"yeah, it really was." you give him a quick peck on the lips before leaning back into him, slowly falling asleep in his arms.

a/n ♡ they definitely slept with his dick still inside

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[silvershiningtarot]

❤️❤️Pac18+ Channeled Letter From FS ❤️💋

* take a minute to get into the mood of this reading. These are Five Piles. All channeled Messages from your Spouses. Some of them were irritated but sweet but a lot of them were funny as hell. They made me laugh. But anyway Take what resonates and what doesn't leave the rest alone. Enjoy them. Inhale and Exhale.. 🥲🥲💋

Dear My Love,

Damn, I've been missing you all day today. I'm sorry I haven't got back to you lately. I've just been busy as always. Did you get my message? I hope that you've been working on yourself and not nobody else bullshit. I wanna make up for all those times I've missed with you. Again thank you for being my rock. I know it is your energy. I can feel it. Make sure you're working out, and staying out of trouble. I'm tired of you doubting our connection. We are meant to be. Don't you feel it? I'm coming home soon. I know don't see it yet but at least try to act like I'm there. I know right who tf am I say that that right. I want someone to complain to right now. There's a lot of pain I've been holding onto that I wanna let go. I can't. I can't even cry right now because I have to make sure my family and others are well. Of course, I wanna meet you. You're my wife. I don't know what the future holds for us. But let's not tend to look over there right now. I know I get caught up in the future as well. You are my favorite person in the world to me. I can't say too much it seems like I am supposed to keep quiet about this. But I just wanna say thank you for holding your ground baby. All the negative people don't pay them any mind because, in the end, they won't even matter anymore to us. I know I sound like I'm shitting on myself but I feel like you are so damn perfect I'm just me. Will you be my bride-to-be? Haha 😂🤣 I know I'm rushing. I just wanna get to know you already. Your energy fulfilled me. You and I are made for each other. What can I say? That I love you, my starlight. You shine so much on your own and you don't even know it. I'm giving you so much credit! You should give it to yourself more often. I can see the potential in you. Always look up at the stars and count them I'm right there looking at them too. Rose is red, violets are blue, I wanted to say, baby, forgive you. I know I suck at rhyme but that's all I can think of. 🤣. Anyways thank you for letting me air out my feelings for you and a little bit about my life. Thank you, my dear. Yours truly Best Friend.

SIGH, My cupcake 🧁

My sweet darling cupcake, Where have you been all my life? Just sitting around. May I be completely honest with you? What the fuck happened to you? I mean I've missed you in my dreams. I don't see you anymore. Are you mad at me or something? Tell me what I did wrong so we can fix the issue. Like Tuh, TODAY! I hope you do not purposely ignore me. That shit is unfair. I’m sorry, I didn't mean to come off as a dickhead but you're being a dickhead to me. So what are you talking to someone else? Is there someone else on your mind? That's right I can say I'm irritated by you. But you're so damn lucky I can't stay mad at you it's so hard for me to stay mad at you. I mean look at you. You're my fucking cupcake. You are the most precious person in the world to me. I get overly possessive over you. I'll hunt someone down if they hurt you! Just say the magic word, my love. I'll fucking do it. You look so goddamn beautiful. You are a fucking goddess to me. My everything, my soulmate, my soul family. Yes! I've been dying to say that but I gotta little choke up for a second. But How are you doing? Are you okay? Whenever you're not feeling okay think of us. Think about our house together, marriage, babies, etc. Whatever you can think of us. Do it! I don't like it when you are feeling down it makes me feel down. Thank you for walking beside me, and now it's my turn to walk beside you. It's okay give me your burden. I'll carry them for you. I know I come off as aggressive, and dominant but that's just me being overly protective and worrying about you. You know damn well you would do the same for me too. Anyways I have to go. But I'll talk to you soon. Keep your head up. Don't let anyone disrespect you at all. Keep it pushing, if the people in your life were meant to fall off then fucking let them don't pick them up after they fucking fall. I'm sorry 💔. Let me catch my breath. I love you my sweet cupcake. (excited) I get so excited saying look at me all giggly now hahaha!!! Always keep your head up. My cupcake, you are forever mine never forget that. Please. Make sure to take it easy on yourself why don't you? I like it when you dress up all pretty. I love your body, face, and everything about you. I just wanna kiss your body. All up and down.

Dear My teddy bear 🧸🧸

Ahhh, I wanna fucking scream 🙀right now but I'm cooling down right now. Okay, I'm calm now. I'm just so excited to talk to you. I don't know maybe it's me or it's just your fucking energy getting me all work up. I love when you are excited and work up like I am💋. Always teddy bear. How are you? I've missed you today. It seems like I haven't talked to you all day today. But what's been going on with your life? I hope you having a good day today. Make sure you are smiling too. I love it when you smile, shoo you probably smile right now as I'm talking to you. Can you hear me? Reach out to me. Oh, there's so much I have to say to you. I do. The first thing is. Did you eat today? I hope you did. Get your strength up. Did anyone fuck with you today? Like trouble you. I get it you have your difficulties to face, but I'm still here. I wanna be your knight and shine Amor. I know I sound like a fairytale dream guy or whatever but here's my thing though! Even if I'm so type of fantasy to you. You can pull me out, right? Whatever that stupid saying you die in the dream you die for real obviously not! Haha, but what I'm trying to say is if you are dreaming about me❤️‍🔥 that means I'm real to you. I'm manifesting you come into my life. I may know your face but I felt you before and your energy. It's is always the same I can tell that it's you. If that makes sense. I know I'm a fucking goofy ball! I think it's your energy I told you it's YOU!! HA! I love it though. But my sweet teddy bear! I wanna cuddle next to you. That's right I am a cuddle! Since I'm tall I like to get a cuddle. That's why I call you my teddy bear. You're so soft and warm 🔅. Whenever you're laying in your bed, you are not alone. Like Michael Jackson's song “You are not alone, I'm Here with You. Though far away I'm here to stay🍒. Because you are not alone.” some shit like that. Well, that's the song that came into my head I wanna send that to you. Holy snap! I think that I just put our wedding song Oops yikes my bad. Or you don't mind. ❤️❤️🧸❤️❤️. My gorgeous darling. How can I ever repay you? Not money but I wish I can snap my finger. You can fall into my arms just like that. Haha! Only like a fairytale movie. To be real! I like the villains more than the heroes. Do you ever realize that? Huh? Funny isn't it? They always make the villains describe our reality. Man! That's hilarious, isn't it? But anyways I wanna send you all the kisses! In the world, I hope you can feel them. Love you! I am coming to you in your dream so gear up. Love ya!

My Hero

Oh, my hero girl! I've been missing your touch lately. This red string is meant for you. I can't attach it to someone else. It's not there, to begin with anyway. I know that I've to overthink a lot about things. I got bad supporters, people, and businesses that have just been fucking me over. I'm trying to wrap my head around this what I'm doing wrong. Do I deserve what I think I deserve? I know deserve you but then I don't sometimes. See! Overthinking again. Maybe if you were here then I won't be feeling this way doubting myself and our connection. I feel that we have something together. I mean look at you and look at me. Would date someone like me? Would you be with someone like me? After everything from my past that you heard all over the blogs, social media, and news. Would you? I know I wouldn't. I'm competing with myself. All the time. The more I think about the bad, the more I trap myself. I wanna wake up from this nightmare I've been working on. My hero, I haven't been okay lately. I had fallen sick not like that if you know what I mean just depressed lately. I've been wanting to talk to you but I figure I wasn't strong enough to do it. Well, I'm here now so that counts. I have a mindset of wanting new beginnings for myself. Because I deserve better than this. You understand me, right? Am I talking too much? I don't want to annoy you. Just want someone to talk to and understand me just for once. I isolated myself away from people. Going through a lot of ups and downs with some business stuff. Don't worry my little hero I got this. I thank you for your concern for me. That's one thing that I love about you. Everything about you is so special. We are match-made from heaven. We were to incarnate down here to be together. Maybe it's time for us to finally meet. What do you think? I mean if I'm toxic for you then stay fuck away from me. If I'm in a dark place why the hell would I want my hero involved with that? I would be hurt because these are my demon to face. But anyway. Can I tell you about my dream about us? I saw us on a beach just laying down on the sand holding you while hearing the beautiful breeze of the ocean. I think back at those dreams all the time. Sorry, I can't tell you to rest because I don't want to give the rest out right now. But my little hero is always here to save my day. I can't wait to see what the future holds for us. I think that sometimes I've burned myself out all the time. But I'm working on myself even more. I'm slowly freeing myself. I feel like someone is betraying me I don't even know who it is. Ugh, you're right. I won't pay them any mind at all. I'll try not to. Again thanks for letting me share my side. Now it seems like I've seen you before. Where did I see you? Hmmm did you go to the same school as I did? Or work at the same place before. Your face I can't get out of my head. I can never get rid of your beautiful face of yours. Yes! See!! Haha, I'm smiling 😂🙃😛you brighten up my day. I hope I did the same thing for you my hero. I love you and take care of yourself, please. Muah 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

My Moonlight

When our fingers touch, my body goes into shock. Can you feel it? I sure can. There's no doubt in my mind that you are the one for me. I think that I've dreamt about you before. I dedicated songs to you before. Yours and mines are the same our soul. Once the two of us get together we are each other’s perfect match. You are the pieces to my puzzles and I am yours. The way you say things got me all twisted. Whenever I see your face I tried to find you again. But then I go back to sleep you're gone. My moonlight where did you go? Why did you disappear on me? I know isn't your fault. But I think that's crazy to say but you and I are Twin Flame or my other half. I love hearing your voice in my head. I daydream about you all the time. You come to like nobody's business! Don't worry I'm not ashamed of you. I tell my friends and people about you, but they all make fun of me like you aren't real. But to me you are real. I had vivid dreams about you. All the time. The way you say my name is so beautiful. Do you sing opera? It is so magnificent. I love it. When our soul combines. They are singing that we are each other’s forever. I never doubt that for a second. I know I got some bad friends, etc. But I don't pay those bitches no mind. Because they ain't my concern. I am! So you are my favorite person. I don't care if people think I'm crazy, or I need help because I talked to myself. Who doesn't talk to themselves? I'm sorry, I went down to an angry place let me breathe this out. Okay, anyways I look at the stars, I wish all the time for you to come into my life. I won't lie my life sometimes fucking boring. Ha 😂 I know you feel the same way too. But I know that I've been working to hard get my financials shit up. So I won't be able to talk to you. But whenever you're looking at the moon, you'll find me staring back at it. Because when the moon shines on your eyes that's my eyes glimpsing back at you. I know you can't feel me physically but feel me emotionally, and spiritually. We have a spiritual connection between you and me. I know you can feel and so can I. It may not be what you want all the time but it is worth the risk. I don't think you know how much you mean to me. You mean everything to me. I'm so proud of the work you've been doing for yourself. Let me give you around applause 👏🏾👏🏾 that's how much I'm proud of you. Thank you for being that much amazing to yourself. Don't feed into that anger. Whenever you are feeling angry or a negative thought came to mind burst that fucking ego. Shout it out if you have to. Shit call me and we’ll do it together. We are a partner no matter what. I know I come off as this softy but I don't care. I don't want anybody else touching you, or talking to you. I know sound possessive. I don't care I care about you so much. I can be a real fucking dickhead if I want to be but I choose not to be. Make sure you meditate and always remember what I said SELF-Control is important! Man, I gotta start making up homework for your ass! 🤣🤣😂 Anyways my other half I know you mean well. But I just wanna tell you!! You are my favorite person in the world. The Universe already blessed me enough with your light and energy. I'm just ready to enjoy it in person. How amazing you are. Thank you for choosing me. I'm glad you're my other half. Doesn't matter if we are soulmates, twin flames, or whatever. You still are my MOONLIGHT!! Forever & always. Promise me that you'll take good care of yourself. No matter what. Don't be surrounded yourself by toxic people, or energies if they try to block them. Like I said call me I’ll help you push them out of the way. I love you my darling, you already know. 🧸💋💋❤️🧸

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[littlethingsinlife]

i'm sorry (happier part 2)

A/N: I was not expecting the amount of positive feedback for the first part and I was even more surprised to see people asking for a part 2! It was originally created to be a one-shot but a part 2 really fit well with how the first one ended. Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you again for all of the love and support! I hope you all enjoy. I also want to thank my friend, @tummymoth, they really helped me flush out and refine my rusty ass writing (also let me word vomit at them till midnight sometimes).

Pairing(s): Past Lo’ak x Omatikayan!Reader, Ao’nung x Omatikayan!Reader, Slight mentions of Lo’ak x Tsireya

Warnings: Lo'ak's POV, Swearing, Ao'nung saying something sus ONE time

More Info: My vision for this part 2 was to create a reply in Lo'ak's pov. So we'll have a look at what he experienced and thought process (not too sure if any of that made sense) but I was inspired by Joshua Bassett's song "i'm sorry" and it played constantly as I wrote this. Hopefully I was able to do right by my idea haha.

Summary: 7,547

Part 1: Happier

Key:

(Y/N) = Your Name 

Lyrics = Bolded Italics 

Flashbacks = Italics

Na'vi Words:

Yuey - beautiful (refers to a person) 

Skxawng - idiot/moron

Marui - Pods where the Na’vi live

Ilu - sea creature similar to dolphins

Ikran - dragon-like creature 

Tulkun - sentient creatures similar to whales

Olo’eyktan - clan leader/ chief

I thought about what I would say

But I’m two years too late

I can’t imagine how you’re doing these days, hmm

Sure, it wasn’t perfect back then

I’ll be first to admit

But it was better than being strangers again, oh

It had been a couple of months since my interactions with (Y/N) dwindled to terse smiles and barely audible greetings. If you asked me to point out the moment our friendship started to change, I couldn’t tell you. When did our bond start to break? When did it even start to crack? We used to talk every day about all the things we did and planned what pranks to pull on everyone, but now? Now, she barely looked in my direction. Now, she wouldn’t even give me the time of day. 

I couldn’t remember when it started, but I knew that it was somehow my fault I grew distant once we arrived in Awa'atlu. I guess I was just so fascinated by the new environment and people, I didn’t even realize a rift started to form between us in the first place, much less that it started to grow. 

The night before we left to find a new home, I held (Y/N) as she let out sobs filled with fear and anxiety. It broke my heart, but all I could do was hold her and let her cry until she was calm enough to tell me what was on her mind. 

“I-I am afraid, what if the sky people come to find us again? I cannot lose any of you; it would break me into a million pieces,” she sobbed. 

“If they find us then we will fight and we will win,” I reassured her, gently rocking her back and forth. 

“You are an idiot, I was so close to losing you, to losing Kiri, Tuk, how do you think it would make me feel to lose the most important people in my life?” she sniffled. My chest ached at how broken she sounded, but the only thing I could do was assure her and offer her more words of comfort as I held her in my arms. 

“I promise that I will be with you throughout the journey as will my family. We love you, and even if you do not believe it, you are a Sully. And you know what my dad always says.” 

“Sullys stick together,” we chorused.

That night, I cradled her in my arms until she fell asleep. 

Fuck, I completely broke my promise to her, how could I forget? Shaking my head, I tried to reason to myself, “Maybe she just needs time alone. I’m sure she’ll come running back soon once she realizes that it's no fun without me, her best friend.” I felt a small, unfamiliar feeling in the pit of my stomach. “Right?” 

I’m drunk too late talking to the moon

Writing songs I can’t sing to you, ‘cause

“Bah! Stop lying, I know you (Y/N). You would have fought alongside me and defended Kiri. You are not the same girl I knew in the forest back home,” I muttered, rolling my eyes and getting up to leave. Honestly, who did she think she was fooling? The skxawng had the balls to insult Kiri, and all she did was sit back and watch. She didn’t even make a move to help until it was to help him by pulling me off. “Talk to me when you’ve come back to your senses,” I called over my shoulder, refusing to look back. 

“Lo’ak! Bro—” a hand roughly grabbed my shoulder, jolting me out of my daze, “why’re you just staring off like that?” I whipped my head to see who the hell it was that was bothering me, only to be met with Neteyam.

“Did you have to grab me that hard?” I hissed before my initial anger gave way to a heavy feeling. “It's nothing, just—just lost in thought” I sighed, shrugging his hand off my shoulder. 

“Right, sure, nothing.” he crouched down beside me. “Don’t think you can lie to me lil bro, you’ve been spacing out more than you usually do. I didn’t even think it was possible to be more empty-headed than you already are,” he stated. 

“Wha—no I haven’t,” I tried to argue, but of course, he wasn’t convinced. 

“Can you stop arguing with me for once and just tell me what’s going on with you, you skxawng?” 

I scrunched my nose in distaste and inhaled sharply, “(Y/N) and I have been…  distant,” I admitted, turning to look at him. “She won’t even look at me. She either only answers me with one word or doesn’t answer at all.” 

He nodded, motioning for me to continue. 

“I—the last time we talked, I said things I didn’t mean. Things that just came out because I was so frustrated and… and angry. It was the heat of the moment and I—” 

“What did you say skxawng, did you hurt her?” Neteyam interrupted, face twisting to show the beginnings of distaste.

“No, no—” I sputtered and raised my hands to calm him before he could go on an hour-long lecture that I absolutely was not in the mood to hear. “At least I don’t think I did… I just wanted to ask her why the hell she was helping fish lips, that’s all—” 

“You didn’t answer me Lo’ak, what did you say to (Y/N)? I don’t care why you did it, I want to know what you said to elicit such a reaction from her.” By Eywa, if he would just give me a chance to get to the point—

“I—I told her that she was not the same girl that I knew back in the forest..." my ears lowered as the weight of what I said slowly sunk in. “And that she could talk to me once she came back to her senses,” I whispered, internally cringing at my harsh words.. 

“You fucking skxawng—” 

“Can you stop calling me that? I already know, you don’t need to keep repeating it…” I scoffed, looking out into the ocean. I’m good enough at beating myself up over the hundreds of times I’ve messed up in this lifetime, I didn’t need another disappointed set of eyes on me.

My ears twitched at the deep sigh he let out. “Look, I’m sorry that I keep calling you skxawng but that is exactly what you are for saying something so hurtful to your best friend of all people. The two of you were inseparable the moment you were born. Even if you don’t want to, suck up your dumbass pride,” my ears flattened again. It wasn’t pride, I’m not prideful. It—it was me needing (Y/N) on my side. We used to always be on the same page, and when she said I was wrong for wanting to defend Kiri against those assholes, it felt like she was siding with them instead of me, and—

Okay, so maybe it was pride.

  “Admit that you were wrong, and go talk to (Y/N),” Neteyam insisted as he put a reassuring arm around my shoulders, jostling me around to prove a point. “Your friendship is so much stronger and Eywa knows that a heat-of-the-moment argument isn’t going to break that. You should have more faith in her.” His gaze sharpened before he schooled his expression into something calmer. “Just talk to her, yeah?” 

“...Yeah,” I mumbled, swallowing down whatever argument was trying to bubble up from my throat and prying his arm off me. “You’re right. I’ll just clear things up with her and apologize. Everything will go back to normal after that, thanks bro—for listening,” I agreed. 

Ever since that day

The things I didn’t say They haunt me, oh

And I know that I’m to blame 

So, go ahead and 

Blame it on me, oh

Our lessons on the ways of the Metkayina were finished, so it was rare for the entire group to be in the same place. But every once in a while, we all finished our chores at the same time and found ourselves near the shore where we first learned to ride the ilu, and sat around a fire hours before eclipse, laughing and exchanging stories. 

The rarity of these moments made me cherish them that much more, but two people continued to miss our not-so-scheduled gatherings the past two moon cycles. How was it possible that they were the only two to keep missing our hangouts? Were they together? Fish lips had better not be doing anything to (Y/N) or so hel—

“(Y/N)! Ao’nung! You guys made it!” Rotxo laughed. 

“Yeah, yeah, quit shouting will you?” Ao’nung shot back as he sat down next to Rotxo, (Y/N) smiling softly as she followed. 

“So, what’ve you guys been up to? We haven’t seen you in what feels like ten moon cycles.” Neteyam questioned.

“Teyam, you saw me earlier today, you literally helped me feed our ikran,” (Y/N) joked. ‘Teyam? When did she start calling him by anything other than his given name?

Ao’nung swatted her side with his stupidly wide tail and swung an arm around her shoulder with a remarkably punchable smile on his face “More like he was trying to make sure you didn’t accidentally give them your fingers for breakfast. They would’ve gotten indigestion.”

“Haha very funny Ao’nung,” she drawled, “I would’ve fed you to Tekay instead, but she would’ve gagged the moment she caught a whiff of you,” she scoffed as she quickly pushed him away by the chest.

“Wait… Do they even have a gag reflex?” Fish lips didn’t budge, he just had a dumb look of confusion on his face.

“No, but they would defy the laws of biology to gag just for you,” she quipped, sticking out her tongue and moving to push him away again, but the skxawng had the nerve to pull her into a headlock. 

“Oh, yuey, the ikran won’t be the only ones gagging on me tonight,” he argued with a smirk. 

Did I want to punch that smirk off his face? Did I want to gag? Both? Before I could make a decision, (Y/N) grimaced, pushing him away again and smacking him upside the head. 

“That’s actually repulsive. You’re disgusting.”

“Dude, keep it in your pants, her family is right there,” Rotxo laughed, doubled over as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Yeah, we’re right here,” I interjected with a smile—wanting to join in on the jokes that were being thrown around—but it was hard to keep my face from falling when I saw (Y/N)’s bright expression falter. 

“Anyway, what were you guys talking about before Ao’nung and I arrived?” she asked in a too-bright tone of voice she only used when she desperately wanted to change the subject. As if everyone came to an unspoken agreement to forget about the conversation before, one by one they all started talking about who they thought would win in a fight—Toruk Makto, or our Olo’eyktan, Tonowari. 

The sound of laughter and excited chatter faded as I replayed the previous conversation in my head. When did they start joking around like that? Why the hell did fish lips call her yuey like it was the most natural thing in the world? How come she smiled so easily with him but faltered when she sees me? She was probably smiling with him right now—

I looked over at her, a pit in my stomach already forming at the idea of her smiling at him, but she looked so distant, so withdrawn from everything around her. Before I could even blink, she put a delicate hand on Ao’nung’s arm to grab his attention and mumbled something in a hushed tone. After a few beats of silent conversation, Ao’nung nodded and gave her a look of understanding. 

Why did he look at her like that? How much time did they spend together to be able to understand each other with just a look? How much time have I wasted breaking my promise to her while she grew closer to someone else? 

 Standing up, I made up my mind that I would talk to her and clear up any miscommunication. There was no way in hell I was about to let fish lips ruin our childhood friendship. Before I could even get close, Neteyam pulled me aside. 

“Bro, why’re you glaring at everyone?” he asked with concern written all over his face.

“Glaring?” I tilted my head in confusion. “I’m not glaring, this is just my face.” 

“No, no.” He shook his head. “I’m your brother, I know your face. Whatever look you’ve been throwing at Ao’nung and (Y/N)? You may as well have been throwing knives at them.”

Behind Neteyam, I could see (Y/N) get up to bid everyone good night and slowly walk in our direction. This was my chance, I just needed this overbearing idiot to leave me alone. 

“Whatever look you think I’m giving to them, you’re wrong,” I denied. “Can you not act like this right now?” My tail flicked side to side impatiently, an obvious twinge of annoyance clear in my tone. I licked my lips nervously as I could hear footsteps coming closer. Leaning slightly to the side, I looked behind Neteyam to see (Y/N) and—

Ao’nung? What? Why is he there? 

“Good night,” (Y/N) muttered, not sparing us a glance as she walked past. I followed her every move and—as if everything slowed down—my eyes narrowed as they found Ao’nung’s hand placed on her lower back, leading her gently in the direction of the marui. 

I know that I’m too late

But I’ll say it anyway

I’m sorry 

I’m sorry 

I’m sorry 

Though it's far too late

“I did it! Did you see that Reya?” I shouted—out of breath—as I showed off the shell Tsireya threw. 

“Yes, yes you did it!” She exclaimed, excitedly wrapping her hand around mine. For someone who spent so much time underwater, her hand radiated so much warmth. So easy to hold. My heart swelled with pride as she continued to compliment me. “You’ve improved so much!”

“Yeah? Well, I had a great teacher,” I joked, nudging her softly with my shoulder. It wasn’t just her hands that were warm either, she just seemed to radiate it.

“Oh stop, you flatter me too much,” she denied, fidgeting with her hair. Was that a blush on her face? “C’mon, why don’t we catch up with the others? Private lessons are officially done for the day,” she announced as she led me to shore. Oh Eywa, she looked so pretty like this, with her hair flowing down her back and the way her eyes cast down when she became flustered. And her smile, it was a smile that could knock the air out of my lungs.

While we walked onto shore, we joked around and laughed with each other, talking about anything and everything. The ease of each reply and joke came as smoothly as gliding through the water on an ilu—as easy as breathing. Laughing at another one of Tsireya’s jokes, my eyes scanned the village as we approached it. Families were winding down for the day as they cooked dinner, although I didn’t see mine anywhere nearby aside from Kiri. 

My smile slowly dropped when I was able to make out Kiri looking frantically around as if she was searching for someone. Tsireya and I made our way to her, worry filling the pit in my stomach. As we got closer, I could see Ao’nung climb down one of the roots of the Mangrove trees and make a beeline toward her. My eyes stayed on both of them, making sure that fish lips didn’t do anything to Kiri. 

Ears twitching I was able to make out the words, “(Y/N)? Did you find her? ” from Kiri as they were carried on the wind toward us.

“Yeah I did, I was able to get her to eat, but she’s not looking too good,” Ao’nung replied with concern lacing his voice.

Brows furrowing, I pulled Ao’nung by the shoulder. “What do you mean she’s not looking good? Where is she? What did you do?” 

“What the hell do you mean? I didn’t do shit, freak.” I rolled my eyes at the insult. He couldn’t use that thick head of his to think of anything else to call me? From the pained look on his face, I could tell that my grip on his shoulder had too much pressure. Good. Served him right.

Before Ao’nung and I could continue our argument Kiri groaned, “Will the both of you skxawng shut up! I’ll go talk to her.” My eyes followed her retreating form as she went to talk to (Y/N)—tail lashing back and forth in agitation all the while—before turning back to Ao’nung.

Who the hell did he think he was? I’d beat his skxawng ass if he hurt (Y/N) in any way. He had no right to look so damn worried. They weren’t even close. What even happened? How long had she been missing for Kiri to go to fish lips of all people for help? Should I follow Kiri? Why didn’t (Y/N) come to me? She always came to me, and if she came to me now, I absolutely would have listened. Why—

“Lo’ak? Hey, are you okay? Lo’ak?” a hand softly placed itself on my arm. Closing my eyes in frustration, I sighed. 

“Yeah, perfectly fine.” 

Damn it, was that when it started? How idiotic and blind have I been that I didn’t even notice that her trust in me started to slip and die when it was right in front of me? Why didn’t I go to her and make sure she was okay? I should’ve punched that idiot’s lights out—

“Ao’nung! Stop pulling me you skxawng, you’re walking too fast, slow down!” a hushed voice chastised. 

“C’mon yuey, we only have about an hour before eclipse, we have to hurry!” His voice grated against my ears as he responded. 

“That’s plenty of time!” (Y/N) insisted. I could hear the laughter bubbling up in her voice as she chased after him. “Please Ao’nung slow down, I can’t keep up.” 

“It can’t be helped, you’re so short—” a whack could be heard. “Ow!”

“I’m as tall as Tsireya, you giant!” 

“Both you and my sister are short—Ow! Alright, just because you did that, you leave me no choice,” Ao’nung said, throwing (Y/N) over his shoulder with a laugh. 

The bickering voices got closer, and my eyes narrowed at the way he held her. My breath hitched as he whispered something in her ear that made her ears perk up and her eyes widen. What the hell was he saying to her? Before I could spring up from my spot, Ao’nung tossed (Y/N) in the water, her yelp quickly interrupted by the sound of her body hitting the water. 

I stayed in my spot as shock zipped through my body. Letting out a breath I didn’t know I held, her head popped out of the water, a playful glare on her face. 

“I told you, you left me no choice,” he stated, guffawing at her expression.

“Oh yeah?” she groused, spitting out seawater as she wrung out her hair. “Well fuck you too. Help me out of here?” 

“Only if you say the magic word,” he taunted, crossing his arms with a smirk. “Otherwise, I’m afraid my hands are tied.”

“Please, oh great son of our Olo’eyktan, help me out of the ocean,” she beckoned dramatically, sarcasm dripping from every word while she rolled her eyes. “It’s about time you recognized my proud lineage, forest dweller,”  he said as his chest puffed out with a hand reaching towards (Y/N). And there was that stupid smile on his face.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, a mischievous smile spreading across her face as she reached for his hand, making sure to tug with enough force to unceremoniously yank him into the water. 

“So much for the son of a great warrior! Your instincts are shit!”

“My instincts are dull you say?” he questioned as his head popped up next to her. “We’ll see about that!” 

“Wha—AHHH—'' she wheezed. “No, please Ao’nung stop! That tickles!” Her arms flailed wildly in an attempt to free herself from his grasp. 

What the fuck.

  My ears flattened at an angle as I tried to process the scene unfolding before me. When did she start laughing with him? That should’ve been me she was laughing with. Not him, not the skxawng who had been nothing but rude to us since we arrived. What… what was I even saying—Fuck I didn’t know anymore. Why did I feel like this every time I saw them together… laughing and making jokes like we used to?

And it was me, it wasn’t you

It’s cliche, but it’s true 

I wasn’t thinking how I usually do, oh

And is your momma doing well? 

Or does she still hate me? 

But it was hard to watch me put you through hell 

I’m drunk, too late, talking to the moon, ooh

Writing songs I can’t sing to you, ‘cause 

Two weeks had passed since I started noticing the changes in (Y/N)’s relationship—friendship?—with Ao’nung. It was like every time I blinked, I could see her laughing loudly as Ao’nung tickled her with a triumphant smile on his stupid face. Since that day, I had been trying to find a way to talk to (Y/N), but she was never alone. She was always with him and when she wasn’t, she disappeared and I couldn’t find her no matter how hard I looked. 

Now here I was, wandering around trying to look for her as I rehearsed what I wanted to tell her. 

Where could she be? Dinner was in an hour and she wasn’t anywhere near our marui. I had to find her soon so there would be enough time for us to talk. I had to tell her that I miss her, that I was sorry for being so dumb, that I shouldn’t have let my pride blind me, and that I didn’t mean any of the things I said. 

There was only one place I hadn’t looked yet… hopefully she was there. 

As I was getting closer to the root Kiri stalked to, I could see two silhouettes beside each other. An all-too-familiar feeling bloomed in my chest once I registered that she was there with him. 

Her melodic laughter made my steps falter. I clenched my fists tightly, contemplating if I should go over there and pull her away, force her to talk to me, to listen. But I couldn’t, I couldn’t do that to her, not when she looked so content, so happy. 

Ever since that day 

The things I didn’t say 

They haunt me, oh

I know that I’m to blame 

So, go ahead and 

Blame it on me, oh

“Lo’ak? You said you were going to look for (Y/N) and never came back. She’s already in the marui helping mom cook,” Kiri stated, a twinge of annoyance lacing her voice. “Hey, are you listening?” She shook my arm slightly, making me jump out of my stupor. 

“Yeah, sorry, you said dinner was ready?” I asked as I stared off. 

The sand beside me crunched softly as Kiri made a move to sit beside me. “No, I said that (Y/N) is with mom helping her cook. Where is your head at?” she asked as she tilted her head to try and meet my gaze. “Are you alright?” The annoyance in her voice shifted to concern. 

“I’m fine, yep—just… fine,” I brushed her off, hoisting myself up to head towards Mom and Dad for dinner before Kiri yanked me back down. 

“Lo’ak, don’t pretend you’re okay when you’re not. Tell me what’s going on,” she urged. “Maybe I can help you with whatever it is that’s occupied your mind lately.”

I inhaled sharply, debating if I should tell her what had been muddying my mind, the reason why I had been so spaced out, why I had been glaring daggers at fish lips each time I saw his stupid face next to (Y/N)—how confused I was. 

“Stop with the thinking skxawng, you might hurt yourself,” she admonished. “Just tell me. It’s not like I can’t handle it.” 

Huffing, I rolled my eyes and turned away from her to look at the sea. I hadn't even said anything yet and Kiri was already making me feel idiotic. How was I supposed to tell her what's been going on like this? Maybe if I kept quiet for long enough, she would get tired of waiting for me to start talking and go on to eat dinner without me. 

A couple of minutes of silence passed. 

I could still feel her staring at me.

“I’ve—I’ve been conflicted,” I started, tongue feeling heavy in my mouth as I continued to stare at the shoreline. “I don’t know what I’m feeling.”

“What do you mean?” Kiri nudged my shoulder with hers. “Elaborate a little more, I can’t help if you don’t tell me the reason why you’re feeling confused.” 

“...Whenever I see (Y/N) with Ao’nung, it’s as if I can feel my heart aching,” I said, motioning toward my chest to prove my point. “There’s always a… a surge of anger that rushes through me. All I want to do is pull her away from him so then everything can go back to the way things used to be—for us to be okay.”

“Lo’ak…” If I was looking at her, I’d probably see Kiri tilt her head with sympathy. But sympathy isn’t what I needed right now.

“I want her to look at me and smile, to laugh with me, hug me—but now, whenever I get close to her, she’s next to him, laughing with him, cracking the jokes we would make to each other… I just—” I rubbed at my face in frustration. It wasn’t as if the words were hard to come by—I had spent so much time bottling them up that it was hard to stop talking. No, I just hated the fact that I felt this way in the first place. “I don’t understand why seeing them makes me feel like my heart is about to explode—why it makes me want to scream. It hurts.” 

“Lo’ak” she put a hand on my shoulder. “Are you—are you in love with (Y/N)?”

Love?

I sputtered in surprise and whipped my head toward Kiri to see if she was joking or not. What kind of a sick question was that? I wasn’t in the mood for any games. 

“What? No, she’s like my… sister?”

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “If you’re not, then why does seeing her with Ao’nung hurt you so much? Why do you care as much as you do?” 

“I shouldn’t!” I wrenched my shoulder away from her hand and stood up. The need to move around and do something—anything—was too much. There was too much energy thrumming right beneath my skin to sit still anymore. 

“That’s the problem! After everything I said to her, done to her? I don’t have the right to say I’m in love with her. She’s my childhood friend, Kiri. That’s all our relationship has ever been… I just—” I paused in thought and tried to calm down. “I didn’t realize seeing her have so much fun with someone else would make me feel so, so hollow—” 

“Let me ask you something, you have to promise to be completely honest with me, okay?”

I nodded, not even looking in her direction. 

“When (Y/N) tried to pull you off from Ao’nung that one fight months ago, what did you feel? Angry? Betrayed? Jealous?”

Jealous? Did she really think I was sulking for months because of such a petty feeling? I’m not a jealous person. I never have been. 

“Seeing her jump in to get me off him made me feel like she was siding with him and telling me that I was wrong. Her actions were clear as day to me, Kiri.” I started to pace around. “She was protecting him—caring for him when she should’ve been next to me, helping and supporting me. When she did that—I felt like the only person that’s ever been on my side—” I croaked and turned my head to look at Kiri as tears stung my eyes “The only person who didn’t see everything I did as some sort of disappointment or failure, abandoned me and chose someone else.”

“...”

“I know that I could’ve approached her a different way but how could I when I felt so broken?” I inhaled sharply, eyebrows furrowed. “ It’s all fish lips’ fault. If he wasn’t such an asshole, none of this would have happened, and (Y/N) and I would still be the same, she would still be by my side—supporting me, loving me.” 

“Why do you keep blaming it on Ao’nung?”

“Because it is his fault that things have turned out the way it has.” I threw my hands up, exasperated. What wasn’t Kiri getting? “He’s getting in between my relationship—er—friendship with (Y/N)! If he wasn’t there I would be able to talk to her and tell her I’m sorry, but she’s always with him—”

“Stop! Are you hearing yourself?” She nudged at my foot to interrupt and scoffed. “You’re unbelievable, you know that? (Y/N) told me what you said to her, how ‘she wasn’t the same girl’ you knew back in the forest. Do you know what happened when you told her that? Do you know how much pain she was in?”

Pain? I snorted, turning towards Kiri. “Now I know what you’re saying is bullshit. You know how (Y/N) is—if she really was pissed at me she would’ve come to me instead of running to someone else.”

“She wasn’t pissed. She cried because of you, Lo’ak. Because of what you said.” I stopped dead in my tracks to look at her. Kiri's eyes didn’t waver. Another heavy feeling settled on my chest and clawed its way up my throat. If you had asked me what it was, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you. Was I sad? Guilty? Angry? Was I jealous like she said?

I settled on anger.

“If you’re saying what I think you’re saying—”

“The person that found her that night, the one who comforted her? That was Ao’nung. He held her in his arms as she sobbed when I found them.” She stood up too, forcing me to stop pacing. 

“The last thing I want to hear about right now is him, Kiri. What the fuck—”

“Did you ever think about why she’s so comfortable with him now? Why they’re so close? While you ignored her for weeks, he made sure she was okay—made sure she ate every day. He didn’t leave her side until she finished,” Kiri pointed out, and before I could even think to open my mouth to remind her how shitty he was to her especially, she cut me off. “Yes, he was an asshole at the beginning, and yes he has a screwed-up way to show he cares, but he stepped up when you fucked up.” She poked my chest with a glare before she continued. 

“Oh, so I’m a fuck-up now?” I asked wryly. 

“You can’t put all the blame on someone that took care of your best friend. Stop being so blinded by your pride and hatred and see that you’re the real reason why your relationship with (Y/N) isn’t the same as it used to be.” 

My heart sank a little more as I scrambled for something to say. “How could you say that—”

“No, you do not get to interrupt me right now, Lo’ak.” Her eyes flashed with something closer to anger than annoyance. When was the last time I saw her angry? “Listen and listen well. When we couldn’t find (Y/N) and we were looking for her everywhere—he was the one that found her spot, the one she isolated herself to so she could cry alone, and no one would see how much pain she was in. And what were you doing in the meantime?” 

My ears flattened at her rising tone, and I was finally beginning to understand the weight stuck in my throat and chest. Not anger, not even jealousy.

“You were out there with Tsireya, stuck in your own little world.”

It was my fault.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m really happy that you found her but you can’t have both of them. You can’t be that selfish. From (Y/N)’s perspective, you’ve already chosen the one you want.”

“It’s not like I’ve actually chosen anyone yet,” I tried to interject, but all the fight had left my voice as Kiri’s words dug into my skin and sunk in.

“Don’t you dare play with either of their feelings. (Y/N) held so much love for you in her heart, she allowed herself to break to the point of no repair because she didn’t want to show you how much it hurt her to see you at your happiest with Tsireya.” She paused before continuing, her voice losing its edge. “Let her move on, brother. And if it’s Ao’nung that makes her light up the way she used to, then you suck it up and let him. He was there when your pride wouldn’t even let you apologize or even look in her direction. Actually think about how she feels for once.” 

I hated the fact that there wasn’t anything I could say to prove her wrong. 

“It’s all I’ve been thinking about nowadays,” I muttered.

I know that I’m too late

But I’ll say it anyway 

I’m sorry 

I’m sorry, hmm

I’m sorry 

Though it’s far too late 

“I thought I was already doing that,” a faint voice huffed in annoyance. Turning the corner, I saw Ao’nung and (Y/N) standing on the beach together— far too close for my liking. 

“You were, but you got sloppy. Here, you have to move your hips like this,” he said as he corrected her posture. My ears flattened against my head as he put a hand on her hip and gently directed her movement.

Why did he look so gentle with her?

“Ao’nung,” (Y/N)’s voice rang out, clear as crystal despite her uncertain tone. “Are you sure you should be teaching me this? This is a traditional Metkayina dance, right? I’m…” she hesitated, her voice becoming smaller. “I’m not Metkayina—” 

“Yet.” He interrupted, holding her face in his hands. “You are not Metkayina yet. Once you become one of us, you will have to learn the dance to celebrate the return of our spirit brothers and sisters, so why not learn that now?” I hated how reassuring his voice was. The thought of how either of their eyes looked as they held contact made my stomach turn.

“Yeah… you’re right,” she mumbled with an unsure look on her face.

“Woah, hey pretty girl, look at me,” he insisted, laying his hands on her shoulders and bending his neck so they were at eye level. “I’m serious when I say you will become Metkayina one day, so don’t worry yourself over it right now. Okay?” Ao’nung tilted his head to the side, an unbelievably soft expression on his face. “You have me here to help you.”

“Alright…” (Y/N) mumbled, not convinced. 

“If you don’t get rid of that look on your face I’ll throw you into the water,” he said as his face shifted from sincerity to something mischievous. “Or worse… I’ll tickle you,” he threatened.

“You better not Ao’nung, or I swear to the Great Mother herself I will hu—AHH—get away, you skxawng!'' She laughed as she tried to run away, but Ao’nung grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her into his arms. And despite her words of protest, it was clear as day that she was leaning into him while they scuffled on the sand. 

“No!” she shrieked with glee. “You can’t make me go in there again!”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, forest dweller!”

A thought occurred. Should I go up to them? We never got the chance to talk, after all. I took a few steps in their direction before freezing. When was the last time I heard her laugh like that? She had the biggest smile on her face, and the one who made that happen wasn’t me—it was him. 

And if you ever hear this 

I hope you know that 

I’m not proud of who I’ve been, ooh

And if I see you again

I hope you know that 

I wish you nothing but the best

And my biggest regret

The afternoon was quiet, relative silence only interrupted by the crashing of waves. Without much to do, I just sat in our marui and lazed around with Tuk until a horn blew. 

“The tulkun have returned! Everybody—our brothers and sisters have returned!” Tsireya’s voice rang out, and when I poked my head out to see what the fuss was about, I saw the megawatt smile on her face, as she swam by on her ilu. 

The village came to life as everyone mounted either ilu or canoe to make their way to the tulkun. From here, I could see little more than a large group of dark shapes making their way through the water. Payakan himself was dauntingly huge, but to see a whole pod of them show up like this? It was spectacular. I watched the commotion unfold from one of the walkways, lost in thought before I felt water splashing at my feet. 

“Come on Lo’ak! Don’t just stand there, let’s go see the tulkun together!” Tsireya urged, still smiling. Shaken out of my stupor, I grinned widely—diving into the water and clambering onto her ilu. lu may be lithe animals, but I could still feel sinuous muscle under velvety skin as it made adjustments in the water to keep balance. 

“I’ll come, but only if you’re offering a ride,” I joked, gently holding her waist and playfully leaning onto her. The cool water around us made her skin feel that much warmer. It was nice. 

Before I could see her reaction—I would’ve bet anything at that moment that her cheeks had become flushed—we began to quickly make our way toward the rest of the clan and the giant tulkun. 

The air around me vibrated with the excitement and happiness of loved ones returning, and Tsireya was no exception—the speed of the ilu gave away her eagerness to be with her spirit sister. As we leaped into and out of the water, Tsireya’s laughter was carried by the wind and reached my ears. That, and the answering whoops and bellows of Metkayina and tulkun alike, was almost contagious enough to get carried away by the energy surrounding us. 

“My spirit sister is down there,” she said as she dismounted, sliding off her ilu and into the water. “Wait here, yeah?” she smiled at me before diving down.  

I was more than happy to watch the Na’vi around me. Looking around, I was in awe of the sheer amount of tulkun gathered in one area, and how each Metkayina was able to identify their spirit sisters or brothers so easily. Looking down into the shifting waters, I saw Tsireya catching up with her spirit sister, waving her hands around and swimming through the water alongside her.

All around, I could hear people telling stories and the deep, booming calls of the tulkun as they responded with tales of their own. New parents were showing their babies and calves, and as my eyes scanned the horizon, I could see small children holding onto the tulkun’s fins as they were lifted to the glittering ocean surface.  

Not too far away, I heard the sound of a body hitting the water and the sound of grating, but familiar laughter along with an indignant (Y/N) sputtering. 

“Ao’nung, what the fu—” 

“Hey, hey, relax! It’s just some water. There are children here, yuey,” Ao’nung chided with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“The parents of those children are going to have to explain what it means to return to Eywa once I’m through with you,” she retorted, treading water and becoming even more unamused when he raised his hands in mock surrender. 

“Woah there pretty girl, you’re talking to the son of the mightiest warrior in all of Pandora—”

“That’s funny, I don’t see Neteyam here,” she interjected, pretending to search the waters around them before turning back to Ao’nung and tilting her head, “do you?”

“Just because you said that you can have fun finding your own way back to shore,” he said as he turned his ilu around.

“Oh, c’mon Ao’nung, don’t be like that,” she rolled her eyes and reached a hand towards him. “You’d really leave me here to fend for myself?”

He turned and wagged a disapproving finger at her, “I’ll consider forgiving you if you say word-for-word that I’m the son of the mightiest warrior in all of Pandora. I can’t have you slandering my father’s name, yuey.” She groaned and leaned back into the water. 

“You couldn’t pay me enough to say that load of bull—”

“Nope!” he didn’t give her a chance to defile the ears of any nearby children and crossed his arms. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“...”

“I’m still waiting.”

With a sardonic smile, she finally caved. “Why don’t I do you one better? You’re the mightiest warrior to exist since the time of the First Songs,” she declared, sarcasm dripping from every word as she slapped at the water for emphasis. 

“That’s what I thought, was that so hard?” Even if I wasn’t able to see them, I still would have been able to hear the stupidly wide smile that made its way across his face.

“Don’t be such a big baby and let me meet your spirit brother!” 

“Just because he’s here to visit today, I’ll let that one slide for now.” Ao’nung rolled his eyes, dismounting his ilu to join (Y/N). “Now hold on tight and hold your breath like how we practiced.”

We? Who the fuck was we? Why was he allowing her to meet his spirit brother? Why were they looking at each other like that?

I watched both of their silhouettes submerge and breathed deeply, forcing my thundering heart to calm as I slowly sank my head into the water. At first, all I could see were blobs floating around in the water, but once my eyes adjusted, I could see the fluid movement of Ao’nung talking to his spirit brother. Eyebrows furrowing, I swam a little closer and hoped that I would be able to see what was being signed. With each movement made, it was clear that Ao’nung was translating the clicks and bellows of the tulkun to (Y/N), and whatever was being said made her smile widen by the second. 

I couldn’t watch anymore as my chest burned from the lack of air and I resurfaced to catch my breath. For once, I was thankful for the lack of lung capacity I had. I climbed back onto Tsireya’s ilu. Seeing as she wasn’t back yet, I sat back and leaned on its neck to face the sky.

Did she always glow like that when she smiled? Whenever she was with him—she always looked so happy, so vibrant. Would she have looked like that with me by her side if I didn’t push her away? If I was there for her like I had promised? I wanted to tell her sorry—that I was sorry for taking our friendship for granted, for making her go through it alone. I wish that it didn’t take seeing her smile and laugh with someone else to make me realize how I felt.

I willed my tears to go away. 

Is this how she felt? Seeing me with Tsireya? Great Mother… I was truly horrible, wasn’t I? I wished things turned out differently. Maybe in another universe, I did talk to her—realized sooner, made her happier—but now? Right now, my heart was torn in two, watching as someone else picked up the pieces of the heart I crushed. No amount of words could fix what we used to have, and even though I wanted to whisk her away, tell her I love her—that I see her—that seeing her with him made my skin crawl, I knew I couldn’t. I was no longer worthy to be part of her life, because of me and my actions alone. 

I had become nothing but a stranger. 

Ever since that day 

The things I didn’t say 

They haunt me

I know that I’m to blame

So go ahead and 

Blame it on me, ooh

I know that I’m too late 

But I’ll say it anyway

I’m sorry

I’m sorry 

Hmm, I’m sorry 

Oh-oh-oh-oh, I’m sorry

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[5o5lut]

I've been watching you at the bar. You've been drinking too much and dancing around like a slut all night. Your tight little dress showing off your sexy body, making me horny. You catch me looking at you and we briefly made eye contact. It's late and it's dark out as you leave the bar. You're just wobbling slightly on your heels, a perfect target. I follow behind you at a distance, waiting for the right moment.

I quicken my pace as you turn into a quieter area. Kinky bitch is looking for it walking this way. I scan the area ahead of you looking for the right spot and I see a secluded patch of trees and bushes. Perfect. I can feel my cock stiffening at the thoughts of getting my hands on you.

As you approach the trees I close in on you, being careful to be quiet and disguise my approach. When I'm just behind you I reach out and put my hand over your mouth and wrap my other arm around your body and drag you into the trees. "Don't make a fucking sound or I'll hurt you, understand?" I keep my hand over your mouth and my other hand slides down your body. "I know you were showing off for me at the bar." I push my hand inside your panties and roughly shove my finger into your pussy. "Well you're going to get it now."

"Haha you're already wet, you horny bitch. I knew you wanted this." I take my hand from your pussy and open my belt and pull it off. "I'm going to take my hand off your mouth, if you so much as make a sound you'll make this more painful than it has to be." I take my hand off your mouth and grab your arms and pull them behind your back and loop my belt around your wrists binding them together before pushing you face first onto the ground.

I reach down and grab you by your hair and pull you up onto your knees. I look down at the fear in your beautiful face with tears running your mascara down it. I put my hand out and grab the top of your dress and pull it down making your tits pop out. I grope them and pinch and pull your nipples before opening my jeans and pulling out my already hard cock. "Now open your dirty mouth."

As you cry and beg me not to do this I slap you hard across your face and then grab your hair tightly and pull your head back so you're looking right up at me. I put my face down inches from yours and growl into your face. "Listen to me, you're my fucktoy now. You're not going anywhere until I'm finished using you. Now open your mouth and don't even think about doing anything stupid."

You look up at me with tears in your eyes sobbing and slowly open your mouth. "That's it, good girl." I keep a fistful of your hair as I shove my cock into your mouth and start thrusting into your face hard and fast. "Oh yeah, that's it. Good little slut." With my free hand I start slapping your tits and pinching and twisting your nipples.

I tighen my grip on your hair and push my thick cock right down your throat until your nose is pressed against my stomach. I hold you there with my cock buried in your throat. I give you a sick and twisted grin as your tear filled eyes looking up at me begging and pleading. After what feels like forever to you I pull your head off my cock as you gasp for air, spit and saliva pouring from your mouth. You're still trying to catch your breath when I push my cock down your throat again.

I pull your head back again leaving you gasping for air and then slam my cock back into your mouth again. Now I'm fucking your face hard, my cock slamming in and out. My balls slapping off your chin and my pelvis smashing into your face. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, that's it you fucking slut. Mmmm yes that feels so good." I can feel myself getting close as I keep pumping my thick cock into your mouth.

I start grunting loudly as I quicken the pace, getting closer and closer before pushing my cock deep into your throat. "There you go you fucking whore," I say as you feel my cock twitching in your mouth and a hot sticky load shoot down your throat. I pull my cock out and shoot ropes of cum across your face, grunting and quietly saying "there you go you slut. That's what you wanted you teasing little bitch."

I look down at your face covered in drool, tears and cum and smile at you. "I knew you were a dirty cumslut the minute I saw you." I walk around behind you and grab your bound wrists and pull you to your feet. I lean in and whisper into your ear "don't think I'm finished with you fucktoy. I'm only just starting."

You beg me to let you go, crying and pleading. Telling me you won't tell anyone. "Hahahaha, stupid slut," I say spinning you around and bending you over the stump of a tree. "I said I'm not finished with you yet," lifting up your dress, "I haven't even got to the best part." I grab your panties and rip them off you and shove them in your mouth. "I don't want anyone to hear your screams, and there will be screams. There always is." I put my foot between your legs and kick them apart before grabbing your hips and slamming my thick cock into your pussy. One long hard stroke in balls deep. I pull it out and slam it back in deep and hard again. And again. And again. The only sound your muffled noises and my body slapping off your ass.

I grab your hair and pull your head back as I'm pounding into you. I growl into your ear, "You kinky little bitch, you're soaking wet. I knew you wanted this." I put my thumb up against your asshole and force it into you with one swift moment. I can feel your body flinch as I push it in and I can hear muffled screams coming from you. "I'm doing you a favour pushing my thumb in first to loosen you up you dumb slut. Just you wait until my thick cock is stretching out that tight little ass hole."

You are ashamed to feel your pussy dripping down your legs as I brutally pound you. I pull my thumb out of your ass and put my hands on your ass cheeks and spread them. I spit down onto your ass hole and then take my cock out of your pussy and give it a couple of strokes with my hand. "Hehe your soaking wet pussy has lubed up my cock so much it'll probably slide right in." I place the tip against your ass hole and start forcing it in. "Oh fuck that's tight. I'm going to enjoy ripping your ass up." I grab your bound arms and pull your body towards mine as I force against your ass until the tip finally forces it's way in. "Mmmm that's it. Good fucktoy." I slowly push my cock deep into your ass.

As your empty pussy drools down your legs I start slowly sliding my cock in and out of your ass. I almost pull out completely each time, making every stroke feel like I'm pushing into you for the first time. "That's it, good fucktoy. Take it. You know this is what you're for. You know you're just a set of fuckholes for men to use."

I start unbinding your wrists as I keep thrusting into, leaving you confused as to what I'm doing. I pull my cock out of your ass and wrap my arms around your waist and throw you face down on the ground. You use your arms to break your fall and as you're turning around to look back at me I climb on top of you and push my cock deep into your ass with one sharp stab. I wrap my arm around your throat and start pounding into your ass hard and fast. You feel the full weight of my body behind my cock every time I slam violently into you. "I know that's what you want slut. That's what you deserve."

Through your tears you say "I'm sorry Sir... I'm sorry for being such a slut.." "Haha don't be sorry," I say before putting my head close to your face and growling, "it's all you're good for". I tighten my arm around your throat choking you hard making your body almost lifeless as I pound into your ass remorselessly. "You're a good fuckdoll. You know what you are." I start pounding into you faster, grunting as I feel myself getting close. Every thrust feeling like it's splitting you in half.

Through moans and groans you mutter out, "yes Sir...I'm your fuckdoll..." I'm slamming into your ass hard, my cock about to explode. "That's" slam "right" slam "you're" slam "my" slam "fucktoy" as I slam my cock in deep and start pumping cum into your ass. "Ohhh fuck yeah. Good fucktoy. Oh yeah I needed that." I release my grip around your neck as my sweaty body collapses down on top of yours.

When I catch my breath and I feel my cock finally softening I climb off you and pick up my belt and start fixing myself up. "I knew you wanted it you slut. I could feel you cumming when I was pounding your ass." I close up my belt and dust myself down and then walk over to you and pull your head up by your hair. "You stay down there until I'm gone. Don't even think about telling anyone or else you'll be seeing me again, and I won't be so nice next time." I let your hair go and walk away briskly.

You know i don't want you to be nice🥰

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[acidiclee]

I've been watching you at the bar. You've been drinking too much and dancing around like a slut all night. Your tight little dress showing off your sexy body, making me horny. You catch me looking at you and we briefly made eye contact. It's late and it's dark out as you leave the bar. You're just wobbling slightly on your heels, a perfect target. I follow behind you at a distance, waiting for the right moment.

I quicken my pace as you turn into a quieter area. Kinky bitch is looking for it walking this way. I scan the area ahead of you looking for the right spot and I see a secluded patch of trees and bushes. Perfect. I can feel my cock stiffening at the thoughts of getting my hands on you.

As you approach the trees I close in on you, being careful to be quiet and disguise my approach. When I'm just behind you I reach out and put my hand over your mouth and wrap my other arm around your body and drag you into the trees. "Don't make a fucking sound or I'll hurt you, understand?" I keep my hand over your mouth and my other hand slides down your body. "I know you were showing off for me at the bar." I push my hand inside your panties and roughly shove my finger into your pussy. "Well you're going to get it now."

"Haha you're already wet, you horny bitch. I knew you wanted this." I take my hand from your pussy and open my belt and pull it off. "I'm going to take my hand off your mouth, if you so much as make a sound you'll make this more painful than it has to be." I take my hand off your mouth and grab your arms and pull them behind your back and loop my belt around your wrists binding them together before pushing you face first onto the ground.

I reach down and grab you by your hair and pull you up onto your knees. I look down at the fear in your beautiful face with tears running your mascara down it. I put my hand out and grab the top of your dress and pull it down making your tits pop out. I grope them and pinch and pull your nipples before opening my jeans and pulling out my already hard cock. "Now open your dirty mouth."

As you cry and beg me not to do this I slap you hard across your face and then grab your hair tightly and pull your head back so you're looking right up at me. I put my face down inches from yours and growl into your face. "Listen to me, you're my fucktoy now. You're not going anywhere until I'm finished using you. Now open your mouth and don't even think about doing anything stupid."

You look up at me with tears in your eyes sobbing and slowly open your mouth. "That's it, good girl." I keep a fistful of your hair as I shove my cock into your mouth and start thrusting into your face hard and fast. "Oh yeah, that's it. Good little slut." With my free hand I start slapping your tits and pinching and twisting your nipples.

I tighen my grip on your hair and push my thick cock right down your throat until your nose is pressed against my stomach. I hold you there with my cock buried in your throat. I give you a sick and twisted grin as your tear filled eyes looking up at me begging and pleading. After what feels like forever to you I pull your head off my cock as you gasp for air, spit and saliva pouring from your mouth. You're still trying to catch your breath when I push my cock down your throat again.

I pull your head back again leaving you gasping for air and then slam my cock back into your mouth again. Now I'm fucking your face hard, my cock slamming in and out. My balls slapping off your chin and my pelvis smashing into your face. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, that's it you fucking slut. Mmmm yes that feels so good." I can feel myself getting close as I keep pumping my thick cock into your mouth.

I start grunting loudly as I quicken the pace, getting closer and closer before pushing my cock deep into your throat. "There you go you fucking whore," I say as you feel my cock twitching in your mouth and a hot sticky load shoot down your throat. I pull my cock out and shoot ropes of cum across your face, grunting and quietly saying "there you go you slut. That's what you wanted you teasing little bitch."

I look down at your face covered in drool, tears and cum and smile at you. "I knew you were a dirty cumslut the minute I saw you." I walk around behind you and grab your bound wrists and pull you to your feet. I lean in and whisper into your ear "don't think I'm finished with you fucktoy. I'm only just starting."

You beg me to let you go, crying and pleading. Telling me you won't tell anyone. "Hahahaha, stupid slut," I say spinning you around and bending you over the stump of a tree. "I said I'm not finished with you yet," lifting up your dress, "I haven't even got to the best part." I grab your panties and rip them off you and shove them in your mouth. "I don't want anyone to hear your screams, and there will be screams. There always is." I put my foot between your legs and kick them apart before grabbing your hips and slamming my thick cock into your pussy. One long hard stroke in balls deep. I pull it out and slam it back in deep and hard again. And again. And again. The only sound your muffled noises and my body slapping off your ass.

I grab your hair and pull your head back as I'm pounding into you. I growl into your ear, "You kinky little bitch, you're soaking wet. I knew you wanted this." I put my thumb up against your asshole and force it into you with one swift moment. I can feel your body flinch as I push it in and I can hear muffled screams coming from you. "I'm doing you a favour pushing my thumb in first to loosen you up you dumb slut. Just you wait until my thick cock is stretching out that tight little ass hole."

You are ashamed to feel your pussy dripping down your legs as I brutally pound you. I pull my thumb out of your ass and put my hands on your ass cheeks and spread them. I spit down onto your ass hole and then take my cock out of your pussy and give it a couple of strokes with my hand. "Hehe your soaking wet pussy has lubed up my cock so much it'll probably slide right in." I place the tip against your ass hole and start forcing it in. "Oh fuck that's tight. I'm going to enjoy ripping your ass up." I grab your bound arms and pull your body towards mine as I force against your ass until the tip finally forces it's way in. "Mmmm that's it. Good fucktoy." I slowly push my cock deep into your ass.

As your empty pussy drools down your legs I start slowly sliding my cock in and out of your ass. I almost pull out completely each time, making every stroke feel like I'm pushing into you for the first time. "That's it, good fucktoy. Take it. You know this is what you're for. You know you're just a set of fuckholes for men to use."

I start unbinding your wrists as I keep thrusting into, leaving you confused as to what I'm doing. I pull my cock out of your ass and wrap my arms around your waist and throw you face down on the ground. You use your arms to break your fall and as you're turning around to look back at me I climb on top of you and push my cock deep into your ass with one sharp stab. I wrap my arm around your throat and start pounding into your ass hard and fast. You feel the full weight of my body behind my cock every time I slam violently into you. "I know that's what you want slut. That's what you deserve."

Through your tears you say "I'm sorry Sir... I'm sorry for being such a slut.." "Haha don't be sorry," I say before putting my head close to your face and growling, "it's all you're good for". I tighten my arm around your throat choking you hard making your body almost lifeless as I pound into your ass remorselessly. "You're a good fuckdoll. You know what you are." I start pounding into you faster, grunting as I feel myself getting close. Every thrust feeling like it's splitting you in half.

Through moans and groans you mutter out, "yes Sir...I'm your fuckdoll..." I'm slamming into your ass hard, my cock about to explode. "That's" slam "right" slam "you're" slam "my" slam "fucktoy" as I slam my cock in deep and start pumping cum into your ass. "Ohhh fuck yeah. Good fucktoy. Oh yeah I needed that." I release my grip around your neck as my sweaty body collapses down on top of yours.

When I catch my breath and I feel my cock finally softening I climb off you and pick up my belt and start fixing myself up. "I knew you wanted it you slut. I could feel you cumming when I was pounding your ass." I close up my belt and dust myself down and then walk over to you and pull your head up by your hair. "You stay down there until I'm gone. Don't even think about telling anyone or else you'll be seeing me again, and I won't be so nice next time." I let your hair go and walk away briskly.

hehe - i won’t tell anyone 🥰

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[moorishflower]

Hi! I absolutely loved 'Those who have yet to decide'. I've read it three times and want to read it again. My friend sent the fic to me and I was floored at the beautiful descriptions, but also establishing a new, profound love for Hob in makeup and a corset. This line will forever make me crack up because it's so accurate. Woof to Hob in a corset! I wish I could see it in live action haha. I can hear it in Boyd's voice actually. I love how you wrote this Corinthian.

“Check out these tits, my lord,” the Corinthian says; Dream did not refashion him to have any sense of propriety or good timing, and he regrets this now, immeasurably. “Woof. Bark bark, am I right?”

It was sensual and made me all tingly. I loved how Hob was waving his bi flag proudly and as a bi man myself I salute him. It was just such a brilliant fic and I'm so happy you shared it with us.

I have a read almost everything you have written and I was hoping I could make a small request. Something short and sweet. Could I ask for you to write Hob taking Dream out on a date, strolling through the city at night? Honestly I have no plot idea for you because anything you write will be amazing.

I hope you are well and happy new year to you! I wish you all the happiness and success this year ahead :) (I just saw now that my fave fic is getting a sequel. I'm jumping up and down from happiness!! I'm sat and ready for this!)

Bi Hob means a LOT to me. Bi characters in general mean a lot to me! It's so fuckin important that they're included in any discussion of queer history and queer acceptance, because they, along with like, hetersexual aromantic/heteroromantic asexual people and also hetero trans men/trans women, are very frequently excluded from under that umbrella and it's not fucking right because who you are doesn't change based on who you're dating or fucking and bisexuality isn't just a "cry for attention" or "playing it safe" and I just get very irked by the whole disk horse about it. Which is to say I am SO glad that you liked the fic. <3<3<3

The "sequel" to Those who have yet to decide is now up! It's called "Ab instrumento ad corpus" and it's uh 27k l o l.

Short and sweet short and sweet hmmmm

"Dream!" Thunk. "I know you're up! I can see your light on! Please, Dream, I just want to talk, let me explain..."

It is 11:30 in the evening, and Dream has, for the last fifteen minutes, been listening to the steady tap of stones pelting against his bedroom window. The sound is not unlike hard rain, and if it weren't for the increasingly frantic voice accompanying each volley, he might be able to turn over and accept it as yet another piece of white noise in the background of his room, slotting neatly into place beside the fan whirring by the closet and the gentle hum of his desktop, the water rushing through the pipes in the walls, the clink of ice from the kitchen as Del fetches herself her customary glass of midnight orange juice.

But the voice cannot be ignored. Easier, he thinks, to ignore the sun, to ignore gravity. To ignore the pounding of his own heart, the lurid thud against his ribcage. He manages to hold out for a further, and remarkable, thirty seconds, before there is a sound from below his window that is not a whispered call, and is not a rock pattering against the glass. It is, to his horror, something more like a sob.

He is out of bed and to the window before he has even fully processed his own intention, fingers fumbling numbly for the latch. A bevy of tiny stones litter the ledge of the roof outside, and yet more have trundled down into the gutter, which he can see if he leans outwards, which he does now.

"Hob Gadling," he says severely. Tries for 'severely.' Fears that he has fallen far short, somewhere in the territory of 'desperate.' "Cease your hysterics at once and tell me what do you want?"

The figure that is sat upon the lawn below his window, miserably hunched with his face pressed into his gangling knees, has hair like petrified wood, smooth and glossy and dark redwood brown. When the sunlight hits it perfectly it highlights coronas of sublime amber, all streaked and brilliant and falling in lose waves to cover apple-blushed cheeks and the decent beginnings of scruff along his chin. His chin has a darling cleft in it, which he had once told Dream was a source of some embarrassment for him, and which Dream had told him ought not to worry him, as people would not be looking at his chin, but at his eyes. Hob had assumed he was being quite literal -- had laughed, in the way he has when he isn't certain if laughter will be welcome, but is unable to help himself -- but what Dream had meant was that Hob's eyes were like molten gold, like the beating core of the universe, like sundogs flaring in summer, warm and liquid and arresting to heart and mind.

Hob does not look warm, nor arresting, at this moment. He looks like a seventeen year-old boy sitting in a quarter-inch of snow, slowly soaking through his denims, lifting his head to reveal red-rimmed eyes and damp cheeks. Dream refuses to let the sight stir his heart to pity. He refuses.

"What do you want?" he repeats, and Hob scrambles to his feet, slipping and sliding in frost. He is holding some sort of bundle in one hand, Dream realizes -- in the dark, where it had lain beside him, it had not been obvious. Is still not obvious, but is now undeniably there.

"To apologize," Hob says, and Dream narrows his eyes.

"I am not interested. In your apologies. I do not need you, Hob. I do not need friends. I certainly do not need friends like you, and furthermore --"

"Dream will you just shut up for five seconds? For five bloody seconds while I try to explain?"

Dream shuts his mouth. Inhales, deeply, as his therapist has taught him, and counts to ten. Exhales slowly.

"I am listening," he says. Fury and desire trembling in his breast, vying for control of his heart.

Hob, also, is breathing deeply. There are high spots of color upon his cheeks, and his eyes shine with intensity, and not only wavering tears.

"I'm lonely, too," he says, and Dream holds on to the windowsill. As though by doing so he might prevent himself from flying apart. His knuckles, already pale, turn tea rose pink, and then bloodless white beneath the pressure. "If you'd have let me finish before storming off like a prick, I could've told you that I'm lonely, too. And, and the only time I'm not lonely is when I'm with you. Every room that you aren't in feels empty. The house feels empty. All I want, every minute of every sodding day, is to be right next to you, whatever you're doing, whether you're studying or reading or writing, or, or watching birds. I'd watch birds with you for hours, Dream. I'd pick that over footie, or porn, or..."

"Charming," Dream says. Feels the frost that wafts along the winter night against his neck, and feels the heat blooming under his skin all the same, warding it away. Hob pushes his hand back through his hair, messing it thoroughly, giving him a rakish and dangerous silhouette that makes Dream's heart beat uncomfortably loudly in his ears.

"I'm serious, Dream. I don't. I'm not good with words, the way you are. But I know what I feel, all right? And what I'm trying to say is that I love you. I love you, you dense prick, I'm in love with you, I'm fucking mad with it and if you want me to climb Nelson's Column and shout it from the top I'll fucking do it!"

"Please do not risk legal action for my sake," Dream says. His heart, already rabbit-fast, has elevated itself to speeds normally reserved for jets. It soars in wild loops through the spaces between his ribs. He feels as though he is flying. He feels as though he is going to start hyperventilating. Hob gazes up at him from the lawn, the snow a blanket of cream-white tulle that he scuffs with the tips of his Docs, rucking it up like a sleeper's blanket until Dream can see the still faintly-green grass beneath. The seat of his denims is soaked through, and his hair is a wild bird's nest, and his nose is red, and blotchy, and in the winter silence Dream can hear his stuffy breathing. He sounds as though he is trying to inhale jello through a straw.

"Give me. Five minutes," he says, and Hob nods, and rubs his nose against his sleeve. Disgusting. Foolish. Stupid.

Dream fetches his jacket from the back of his desk chair, slips on his Uggs without bothering with socks, and stuffs a scarf and some gloves into his pockets before he creeps downstairs. The night is blessed: Del has returned to her room, and neither his mother nor father are up. Not even Desire, who seems to sense gossip in the way that homing pigeons can orient themselves towards their nests, is awake. Dream deactivates the alarm on the door to the kitchen and steals outside, into the frigid night.

Hob is there, waiting for him. He has left a shuffling trail of disturbed snow in his wake, and is not dressed at all for the weather, with only his customary jean jacket as any protection. His breath puffs into the darkness in clouds of frost-ringed fairy floss, and the tears on his cheeks glisten like they, too, might turn to ice. When Dream nears, he thrusts out the bundle that he has been cradling. Up close, it resolves into a carefully-wrapped conical shape, swaddled in layers of silver and blue tissue paper.

"Didn't want it to get wet," Hob mutters. The red at his cheeks has spread downward, inching along his neck. Dream takes the bundle, and carefully peels its thin exoskeleton back.

"Oh," he says. Hob scuffs his boots into the snow.

"The lady at the shop thought I was mental," he mutters. "Said nobody pays attention to flower meanings anymore and it was going to be the ugliest bouquet, and I said he cares, and if I get him something as prosaic as roses he'll spit in my face."

"I would never," Dream says, momentarily distracted from the beauty of the bouquet in his hands.

"Yeah, but you'd want to."

Dream huffs, and his own breath joins Hob's, mingling clouds of crystalline vapor. He strokes his fingers through the flowers, all bundled and tight within their wrapping. "Heliotrope," he says softly, "for undying love. Forget-me-not, for faithfulness. Aster?"

"Yeah, she said it stood for patience. 'Cause I will be. I'll wait for you, as long as you need me to. If you need me to wait 'til you come back from uni, or until we're both eighteen or twenty or thirty, or..."

"Hob," he says, and Hob stops, his teeth chattering gently. At some point within the last minute their eyes have caught, and Dream cannot look away. Hob's eyes are honey, thick and sweet and gleaming with inner light, and Dream digs haphazardly into his pocket. Retrieves his scarf, and holds it out.

"You are freezing," he says, and Hob starts.

"I'm fine."

"Do not be dense. Put on the scarf."

There's a quick flash of a smile, just enough to show a hint of teeth, white and gently crooked, and Hob takes the scarf without further protest. He winds it around his neck, and buries his nose into the dense cashmere, inhaling. Dream's heart kicks like a startled mule, and the heat in his skin travels downwards. He keeps his hand extended, and Hob, his fingers buried in the scarf, looks at him quizzically.

"I have heard it is impolite to keep one's boyfriend waiting," he says, and the smile, which before had been only a hint, blooms spectacular and free across his face. "Walk with me."

"Anywhere you want," Hob says, and, fingers warmed from the huff of his own breath, tucks his hand into Dream's.

#dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #not the highschool AU that you want but the highschool AU *I* want #which is to say teenage pining no highschool #the sandman #the sandman fanfic #my fic

[nobodygl]

I've been watching you at the bar. You've been drinking too much and dancing around like a slut all night. Your tight little dress showing off your sexy body, making me horny. You catch me looking at you and we briefly made eye contact. It's late and it's dark out as you leave the bar. You're just wobbling slightly on your heels, a perfect target. I follow behind you at a distance, waiting for the right moment.

I quicken my pace as you turn into a quieter area. Kinky bitch is looking for it walking this way. I scan the area ahead of you looking for the right spot and I see a secluded patch of trees and bushes. Perfect. I can feel my cock stiffening at the thoughts of getting my hands on you.

As you approach the trees I close in on you, being careful to be quiet and disguise my approach. When I'm just behind you I reach out and put my hand over your mouth and wrap my other arm around your body and drag you into the trees. "Don't make a fucking sound or I'll hurt you, understand?" I keep my hand over your mouth and my other hand slides down your body. "I know you were showing off for me at the bar." I push my hand inside your panties and roughly shove my finger into your pussy. "Well you're going to get it now."

"Haha you're already wet, you horny bitch. I knew you wanted this." I take my hand from your pussy and open my belt and pull it off. "I'm going to take my hand off your mouth, if you so much as make a sound you'll make this more painful than it has to be." I take my hand off your mouth and grab your arms and pull them behind your back and loop my belt around your wrists binding them together before pushing you face first onto the ground.

I reach down and grab you by your hair and pull you up onto your knees. I look down at the fear in your beautiful face with tears running your mascara down it. I put my hand out and grab the top of your dress and pull it down making your tits pop out. I grope them and pinch and pull your nipples before opening my jeans and pulling out my already hard cock. "Now open your dirty mouth."

As you cry and beg me not to do this I slap you hard across your face and then grab your hair tightly and pull your head back so you're looking right up at me. I put my face down inches from yours and growl into your face. "Listen to me, you're my fucktoy now. You're not going anywhere until I'm finished using you. Now open your mouth and don't even think about doing anything stupid."

You look up at me with tears in your eyes sobbing and slowly open your mouth. "That's it, good girl." I keep a fistful of your hair as I shove my cock into your mouth and start thrusting into your face hard and fast. "Oh yeah, that's it. Good little slut." With my free hand I start slapping your tits and pinching and twisting your nipples.

I tighen my grip on your hair and push my thick cock right down your throat until your nose is pressed against my stomach. I hold you there with my cock buried in your throat. I give you a sick and twisted grin as your tear filled eyes looking up at me begging and pleading. After what feels like forever to you I pull your head off my cock as you gasp for air, spit and saliva pouring from your mouth. You're still trying to catch your breath when I push my cock down your throat again.

I pull your head back again leaving you gasping for air and then slam my cock back into your mouth again. Now I'm fucking your face hard, my cock slamming in and out. My balls slapping off your chin and my pelvis smashing into your face. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, that's it you fucking slut. Mmmm yes that feels so good." I can feel myself getting close as I keep pumping my thick cock into your mouth.

I start grunting loudly as I quicken the pace, getting closer and closer before pushing my cock deep into your throat. "There you go you fucking whore," I say as you feel my cock twitching in your mouth and a hot sticky load shoot down your throat. I pull my cock out and shoot ropes of cum across your face, grunting and quietly saying "there you go you slut. That's what you wanted you teasing little bitch."

I look down at your face covered in drool, tears and cum and smile at you. "I knew you were a dirty cumslut the minute I saw you." I walk around behind you and grab your bound wrists and pull you to your feet. I lean in and whisper into your ear "don't think I'm finished with you fucktoy. I'm only just starting."

You beg me to let you go, crying and pleading. Telling me you won't tell anyone. "Hahahaha, stupid slut," I say spinning you around and bending you over the stump of a tree. "I said I'm not finished with you yet," lifting up your dress, "I haven't even got to the best part." I grab your panties and rip them off you and shove them in your mouth. "I don't want anyone to hear your screams, and there will be screams. There always is." I put my foot between your legs and kick them apart before grabbing your hips and slamming my thick cock into your pussy. One long hard stroke in balls deep. I pull it out and slam it back in deep and hard again. And again. And again. The only sound your muffled noises and my body slapping off your ass.

I grab your hair and pull your head back as I'm pounding into you. I growl into your ear, "You kinky little bitch, you're soaking wet. I knew you wanted this." I put my thumb up against your asshole and force it into you with one swift moment. I can feel your body flinch as I push it in and I can hear muffled screams coming from you. "I'm doing you a favour pushing my thumb in first to loosen you up you dumb slut. Just you wait until my thick cock is stretching out that tight little ass hole."

You are ashamed to feel your pussy dripping down your legs as I brutally pound you. I pull my thumb out of your ass and put my hands on your ass cheeks and spread them. I spit down onto your ass hole and then take my cock out of your pussy and give it a couple of strokes with my hand. "Hehe your soaking wet pussy has lubed up my cock so much it'll probably slide right in." I place the tip against your ass hole and start forcing it in. "Oh fuck that's tight. I'm going to enjoy ripping your ass up." I grab your bound arms and pull your body towards mine as I force against your ass until the tip finally forces it's way in. "Mmmm that's it. Good fucktoy." I slowly push my cock deep into your ass.

As your empty pussy drools down your legs I start slowly sliding my cock in and out of your ass. I almost pull out completely each time, making every stroke feel like I'm pushing into you for the first time. "That's it, good fucktoy. Take it. You know this is what you're for. You know you're just a set of fuckholes for men to use."

I start unbinding your wrists as I keep thrusting into, leaving you confused as to what I'm doing. I pull my cock out of your ass and wrap my arms around your waist and throw you face down on the ground. You use your arms to break your fall and as you're turning around to look back at me I climb on top of you and push my cock deep into your ass with one sharp stab. I wrap my arm around your throat and start pounding into your ass hard and fast. You feel the full weight of my body behind my cock every time I slam violently into you. "I know that's what you want slut. That's what you deserve."

Through your tears you say "I'm sorry Sir... I'm sorry for being such a slut.." "Haha don't be sorry," I say before putting my head close to your face and growling, "it's all you're good for". I tighten my arm around your throat choking you hard making your body almost lifeless as I pound into your ass remorselessly. "You're a good fuckdoll. You know what you are." I start pounding into you faster, grunting as I feel myself getting close. Every thrust feeling like it's splitting you in half.

Through moans and groans you mutter out, "yes Sir...I'm your fuckdoll..." I'm slamming into your ass hard, my cock about to explode. "That's" slam "right" slam "you're" slam "my" slam "fucktoy" as I slam my cock in deep and start pumping cum into your ass. "Ohhh fuck yeah. Good fucktoy. Oh yeah I needed that." I release my grip around your neck as my sweaty body collapses down on top of yours.

When I catch my breath and I feel my cock finally softening I climb off you and pick up my belt and start fixing myself up. "I knew you wanted it you slut. I could feel you cumming when I was pounding your ass." I close up my belt and dust myself down and then walk over to you and pull your head up by your hair. "You stay down there until I'm gone. Don't even think about telling anyone or else you'll be seeing me again, and I won't be so nice next time." I let your hair go and walk away briskly.

Yo, dude, 1) Super creepy 2) Hot IG 3) Would be hotter if I wouldn't have a cock between my legs and such a sturdy build that you could be the one who ends up being fucked against a dumpster or something x'D

#humiliation slave #free use toy #cvmdump #r4ape fantasy #anon ask #needy toy

[vactiontown]

copiando a amiguinha, vou deixar aqui todos meus chars disponíveis e algumas prompts pra iniciar starter ou connections.

pra não ficar tão padrão vou tentar colocar nossos chars em situações diferentes, caso não feche com o seu char pode me avisar e eu mudo!

se prefere que seu char tenha dito a prompt, só colocar no comentário.

alguns chars tem bio se quiserem ver antes, o link está no nome!

CHARS: takashi kato (mackenyu) | brooke scott (emily rudd) | yuri itadori (kim jiwoong) | salem gogel (matthew noszka) | thomas huntt (maxence danet-fauvel) | felix irving (charlie gillespie) | chen zing zhang (gong jun) | gabriel haynes (cody christian) | felipe rodríguez (tommy martínez) | jade edwards (olivia cooke) | gustavo tawamba (jack gilinsky) | lucas duke (brenton thwaites) | asher campbell (robert pattinson) | nathan elric (boyd holbrook) | wesley (romulo estrela).

based on this.

based on this. (cnn ou plot)

❛ quick ! this way , before they see you .  ❜

❛  i’ll still be here when you wake up , i promise .  ❜

❛  none of this would have happened if you’d just listened to me !  ❜

❛  you don’t have to hold my hand , you know .  ❜

❛  you should have thought about that before you engaged in a fight .  ❜

❛  stay with me . just for tonight .  ❜

❛  you know … you’re really cute for someone with such a terrible personality .  ❜

“You’re a god damn mistake, that’s what you are.”

“This, us, was a fucking mistake and I should have known the second things went further than planned.” (cnn)

“ a kiss doesn’t mean anything. ”

“ i want to either kiss you or kill you right now. ”

“ want to make out? ”

“  you ‘didn’t mean to hurt me?’  yeah you did.  like it or not,  i know exactly who you are.  ”  (cnn)

“  i’m not angry at you.  i’m angry with myself for trusting you.  ”

“  stop pushing me away.  i’m not going anywhere,  asshole.  and as soon as you get that through that thick skull of yours,  the better.  ” (cnn)

[ DISCOVER ] for one muse to find the other crying alone. (especificar quem)

[ PREVENT ] for one muse to stop the other from going too far during a fight.  (especificar quem)

“i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.”

“stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!”

“listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.”

based on this.

“Geez you feel so cold. Let me warm you up.”

“It’s too early to get up. Let’s stay a little longer.”

“You fell asleep right on my shoulder. Haha, no, no don’t feel bad. I thought it was rather cute.”

❝  will you sleep with me?  i know how that sounds i just mean—  i feel safe when you’re there.  ❞

❝  i thought you went home after i went to bed.  you didn’t have to do that— you could’ve at least joined me in bed that couch is shit for sleeping on.  ❞

❝  it’s late,  you might as well just stay here.  ❞

[tea018]

I've been watching you at the bar. You've been drinking too much and dancing around like a slut all night. Your tight little dress showing off your sexy body, making me horny. You catch me looking at you and we briefly made eye contact. It's late and it's dark out as you leave the bar. You're just wobbling slightly on your heels, a perfect target. I follow behind you at a distance, waiting for the right moment.

I quicken my pace as you turn into a quieter area. Kinky bitch is looking for it walking this way. I scan the area ahead of you looking for the right spot and I see a secluded patch of trees and bushes. Perfect. I can feel my cock stiffening at the thoughts of getting my hands on you.

As you approach the trees I close in on you, being careful to be quiet and disguise my approach. When I'm just behind you I reach out and put my hand over your mouth and wrap my other arm around your body and drag you into the trees. "Don't make a fucking sound or I'll hurt you, understand?" I keep my hand over your mouth and my other hand slides down your body. "I know you were showing off for me at the bar." I push my hand inside your panties and roughly shove my finger into your pussy. "Well you're going to get it now."

"Haha you're already wet, you horny bitch. I knew you wanted this." I take my hand from your pussy and open my belt and pull it off. "I'm going to take my hand off your mouth, if you so much as make a sound you'll make this more painful than it has to be." I take my hand off your mouth and grab your arms and pull them behind your back and loop my belt around your wrists binding them together before pushing you face first onto the ground.

I reach down and grab you by your hair and pull you up onto your knees. I look down at the fear in your beautiful face with tears running your mascara down it. I put my hand out and grab the top of your dress and pull it down making your tits pop out. I grope them and pinch and pull your nipples before opening my jeans and pulling out my already hard cock. "Now open your dirty mouth."

As you cry and beg me not to do this I slap you hard across your face and then grab your hair tightly and pull your head back so you're looking right up at me. I put my face down inches from yours and growl into your face. "Listen to me, you're my fucktoy now. You're not going anywhere until I'm finished using you. Now open your mouth and don't even think about doing anything stupid."

You look up at me with tears in your eyes sobbing and slowly open your mouth. "That's it, good girl." I keep a fistful of your hair as I shove my cock into your mouth and start thrusting into your face hard and fast. "Oh yeah, that's it. Good little slut." With my free hand I start slapping your tits and pinching and twisting your nipples.

I tighen my grip on your hair and push my thick cock right down your throat until your nose is pressed against my stomach. I hold you there with my cock buried in your throat. I give you a sick and twisted grin as your tear filled eyes looking up at me begging and pleading. After what feels like forever to you I pull your head off my cock as you gasp for air, spit and saliva pouring from your mouth. You're still trying to catch your breath when I push my cock down your throat again.

I pull your head back again leaving you gasping for air and then slam my cock back into your mouth again. Now I'm fucking your face hard, my cock slamming in and out. My balls slapping off your chin and my pelvis smashing into your face. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, that's it you fucking slut. Mmmm yes that feels so good." I can feel myself getting close as I keep pumping my thick cock into your mouth.

I start grunting loudly as I quicken the pace, getting closer and closer before pushing my cock deep into your throat. "There you go you fucking whore," I say as you feel my cock twitching in your mouth and a hot sticky load shoot down your throat. I pull my cock out and shoot ropes of cum across your face, grunting and quietly saying "there you go you slut. That's what you wanted you teasing little bitch."

I look down at your face covered in drool, tears and cum and smile at you. "I knew you were a dirty cumslut the minute I saw you." I walk around behind you and grab your bound wrists and pull you to your feet. I lean in and whisper into your ear "don't think I'm finished with you fucktoy. I'm only just starting."

You beg me to let you go, crying and pleading. Telling me you won't tell anyone. "Hahahaha, stupid slut," I say spinning you around and bending you over the stump of a tree. "I said I'm not finished with you yet," lifting up your dress, "I haven't even got to the best part." I grab your panties and rip them off you and shove them in your mouth. "I don't want anyone to hear your screams, and there will be screams. There always is." I put my foot between your legs and kick them apart before grabbing your hips and slamming my thick cock into your pussy. One long hard stroke in balls deep. I pull it out and slam it back in deep and hard again. And again. And again. The only sound your muffled noises and my body slapping off your ass.

I grab your hair and pull your head back as I'm pounding into you. I growl into your ear, "You kinky little bitch, you're soaking wet. I knew you wanted this." I put my thumb up against your asshole and force it into you with one swift moment. I can feel your body flinch as I push it in and I can hear muffled screams coming from you. "I'm doing you a favour pushing my thumb in first to loosen you up you dumb slut. Just you wait until my thick cock is stretching out that tight little ass hole."

You are ashamed to feel your pussy dripping down your legs as I brutally pound you. I pull my thumb out of your ass and put my hands on your ass cheeks and spread them. I spit down onto your ass hole and then take my cock out of your pussy and give it a couple of strokes with my hand. "Hehe your soaking wet pussy has lubed up my cock so much it'll probably slide right in." I place the tip against your ass hole and start forcing it in. "Oh fuck that's tight. I'm going to enjoy ripping your ass up." I grab your bound arms and pull your body towards mine as I force against your ass until the tip finally forces it's way in. "Mmmm that's it. Good fucktoy." I slowly push my cock deep into your ass.

As your empty pussy drools down your legs I start slowly sliding my cock in and out of your ass. I almost pull out completely each time, making every stroke feel like I'm pushing into you for the first time. "That's it, good fucktoy. Take it. You know this is what you're for. You know you're just a set of fuckholes for men to use."

I start unbinding your wrists as I keep thrusting into, leaving you confused as to what I'm doing. I pull my cock out of your ass and wrap my arms around your waist and throw you face down on the ground. You use your arms to break your fall and as you're turning around to look back at me I climb on top of you and push my cock deep into your ass with one sharp stab. I wrap my arm around your throat and start pounding into your ass hard and fast. You feel the full weight of my body behind my cock every time I slam violently into you. "I know that's what you want slut. That's what you deserve."

Through your tears you say "I'm sorry Sir... I'm sorry for being such a slut.." "Haha don't be sorry," I say before putting my head close to your face and growling, "it's all you're good for". I tighten my arm around your throat choking you hard making your body almost lifeless as I pound into your ass remorselessly. "You're a good fuckdoll. You know what you are." I start pounding into you faster, grunting as I feel myself getting close. Every thrust feeling like it's splitting you in half.

Through moans and groans you mutter out, "yes Sir...I'm your fuckdoll..." I'm slamming into your ass hard, my cock about to explode. "That's" slam "right" slam "you're" slam "my" slam "fucktoy" as I slam my cock in deep and start pumping cum into your ass. "Ohhh fuck yeah. Good fucktoy. Oh yeah I needed that." I release my grip around your neck as my sweaty body collapses down on top of yours.

When I catch my breath and I feel my cock finally softening I climb off you and pick up my belt and start fixing myself up. "I knew you wanted it you slut. I could feel you cumming when I was pounding your ass." I close up my belt and dust myself down and then walk over to you and pull your head up by your hair. "You stay down there until I'm gone. Don't even think about telling anyone or else you'll be seeing me again, and I won't be so nice next time." I let your hair go and walk away briskly.

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[illegal-spiegel]

if u ever have the time I’d love to read some of your HCs about what spike would be like with his newborn kid/the mom since I was kind of obsessed with your pregnant reader hcs🥹 love your work!

YES OMG ANON YOURE SO SMART ILY MWAH

Read previous parts to this here or specifically this one!

well, you heard the man!

he wants to be there for his kid!

so bc he knows absolutely nothing about children other than they’re annoying, they cry for everything, and they’re a pain in the ass

he gets lots of baby and parenting books

after reading a few books, he learns something

he’s not going to be a good dad

he’s going to be the best dad, god dammit!

you’ve never seen him so fired up and focused before

this man is dedicated

definitely the type of s/o that is constantly worrying and fretting over you (he already lowkey did that before you were preggers, but now it’s like he’s on overdrive)

he legit thinks you’re made of glass, on god

he basically becomes super clingy and won’t leave you alone for two seconds 

sit him down and talk to him all you want about giving you personal space, it’ll just go in one ear and out the other 

“Okay, babe. I promise I’ll give you more space.” my ass

he goes on any and all missions with you, even if it’s just to get more food or to seal a deal with someone 

it doesn’t matter. He’s there, babyyyyy

okay but like he actually becomes like super sweet and it kinda scares you bc normally he’s...well, Spike

Mr. I-Don’t-Need-Anyone-Or-Anything is now Mr. BaBy-WhErE-ArE-yOu-GoInG-dO-YoU-NeEd-HeLp

okay but no fr he’s so sweet tho 

grabs anything and everything for you, rubs your feet, presses his ear to your belly, will literally travel across the universe for you if you told him there was smth there for your unborn child 

he’s really hoping for a boy 

don’t get it twisted though. In front of the others, he acts all aloof and as if he doesn’t care

they all know better though

they even pull pranks on him 

“Spike, (Y/n) needs you in th-”

he’s already gone

you always grow confused when he suddenly appears panting and looking frantic 

“What is it? What do you need? Are you okay? Is the baby coming?” 

ah, so it was Faye again 

“Babe...I’m not going into labor for another six weeks...”

just stops dead in his tracks and sighs, realizing he’s been bamboolozed once again

Faye - 7, Spike - 2

he takes you to all your appointments in the Swordfish

every. single. one. 

he never misses one 

he even goes so far to play music for your unborn baby and reads to you both 

stop im literally going to cry

yeah well, imagine his fear when you actually do go into labor 

it’s actually kinda a funny story (not to him tho)

he was out on a mission by himself (bc Jet promised to keep an eye on you) when it happens

when he gets a call and sees Faye, he instantly rolls his eyes

“What is it?” 

“(Y/n)’s going into labor!” she screeches

his heart rate instantly spikes (haha-) but he quickly calms down

“Haha, very funny, Faye. Now fuck of-”

“I’m not kidding!”

“Sure you aren-”

“Babe! Get your ass here or I’ll kill you myself!” 

his eyes go wide at the sound of your voice, his hands instantly jerking his controls to the right to turn himself around 

“I’ll be right there! Just hold on!” 

“Don’t tell me what to do!” He can’t help but smile at that. You’re always so feisty. He likes that in a woman. His woman

“There’s no time for you to meet us here. We’re taking her to the nearest hospital on the Hammer Head!” Jet calls somewhere off screen

“Yeah, right, okay! Uh, just send me your coordinates when you get there!” 

he makes it there practically as soon as you arrive

he definitely broke some laws just to get to you 

“I’m here, baby. I’m right here. Deep breaths,” he says softly to you, pushing your hair out of your sweaty face

he’s there for the entire thing, offering you whatever you need to make the experience easier for you 

imagine his surprise when you have a girl instead 

he cuts the umbilical cord and holds his baby girl in his arms 

he definitely doesn’t cry shut up Jet

“Uh, can I hold the child I just spent hours pushing out of me now?” 

“Yeah, yeah, in a sec...” he absent-mindedly replies, holding the baby to his chest and cooing at the sweet bundle in his arms

sigh, is definitely that parent that spoils his kid. You can’t tell me I’m wrong 

will buy any and everything for his baby girl don’t play 

he will let you pick the name for the baby (it only seems fair after what you had to go through to bring the little bundle of joy into the world) 

if you want his two cents though, he thinks the name Roxanne or Dani would be cool 

if you joke about naming her Faye, he will literally walk out on protest ✋

no matter what though, he’s going to be there for every step of the way with taking care of your baby <3

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[dootznbootz]

My mom is already super cool but growing up as a child of an artist/art teacher, like, really shaped me as a person. No matter your skill level your creations matter and are so so important and I'm just so fucking proud of you. And I mean fucking ALL of you.

I'm not an artist myself (at least drawing-wise. I enjoy pottery and music and writing but not much for the "I'm holding some sort of stick (pen, paintbrush, digital stylus, etc. ) and making something with it haha)

But since my mom was an artist, and I just CONSTANTLY grew up around creators. It just, idk makes you APPRECIATE things you know? My mom was a wildlife artist (she's won a couple competitions, "State Trout Stamp" is one of them.) and I remember as a little girl seeing her make her prints and how LONG they took her. And even with her WINNING some and having great paintings, she'll still have the "Oh, I hate that one >:( " which ofc, there's an "artist's eye" but it kind of makes me laugh as literally no matter your skill level, EVERY creator has a "Ew." project.

Not great lighting sorry, but these are what she's made. (Yes, there's a thermometer on the buck. That's one that a lot of people like but she doesn't so much haha. the bottom middle is the one that won.)

And since she was a teacher by the time I came around (doing her prints on the side) I grew up wandering the high school halls as a little girl and watching and playing with her students who were artists themselves.

I remember seeing how LONG it took them. Some would get frustrated with a certain thing they were struggling with like hands or making sure their eyes were right. Breaking pencils or throwing away projects. Some would start to cry and then they became a "sibling" for a moment as "mom instincts" would take over my mom and she'd just sit with them. Sometimes if I happened to be playing around in the classroom and they were there after school ended (or for "Art Club") after getting frustrated they would come to play with me on the floor with those drawing manikins and other toys that were in the classroom. (My mom was essentially a "Ms. Frizzle" type of teacher and had LOTS of toys in her class room. From Barbies to potato heads as "they're good inspiration!". She's still like that and even kind of looks like Ms. Frizzle too!) A lot of these students were my FRIENDS (more like a bunch of older siblings), even as I got older. (some were even babysitters for me) and it's funny now if I run into them and now they have kids of their own.

I don't even know what I'm chattering about anymore haha. I just...I'm really proud of y'all. Doesn't matter where you're at in your "leveling up skills", I KNOW how hard you all work. I KNOW you've taken a lot of time to get where you are! I don't do it myself but I've SEEN your efforts! I think a lot of people will see art and just think "oh it's just copying what you see" especially for hyperrealistic paintings or even for stylized stuff. People see it as "easy" or if it's not "perfect" then it's "not worth it". not even BOTHERING to understand the circumstances and/or story of the artists. And every artist has their ups and downs! I mean like I said, my mom has won competitions and STILL has her "Ew >:( " paintings! Something I've seen a lot of folks on here do!

...I'm sleepy and don't know how to end this haha. Just know you're doing a great job. I'm so happy you've gifted us your creations. It's a privilege to get to see your growth in real time.

#meh I'm getting emotional over something so small and silly but yee bleh #Mad rambles #just heard my mom talk about it and heard so many folks on here say the same about their art and idk. maybe knowing an artist who's #won competitions even has those days will cheer you on. you know? #I mean... I mean EVERYTHIGN I say whenever I'm tagging silly things on works. like it's important to me to say SOMETHING because #I know how much this shit MEANS. It can really make or break you. And I WANT for you to “make” more! :D More JOY! #if y'all like... want better closeups of her art just ask haha. Won't give out name (as that's dumb) but yeah :D

[princessssbunnyyyy]

I've been watching you at the bar. You've been drinking too much and dancing around like a slut all night. Your tight little dress showing off your sexy body, making me horny. You catch me looking at you and we briefly made eye contact. It's late and it's dark out as you leave the bar. You're just wobbling slightly on your heels, a perfect target. I follow behind you at a distance, waiting for the right moment.

I quicken my pace as you turn into a quieter area. Kinky bitch is looking for it walking this way. I scan the area ahead of you looking for the right spot and I see a secluded patch of trees and bushes. Perfect. I can feel my cock stiffening at the thoughts of getting my hands on you.

As you approach the trees I close in on you, being careful to be quiet and disguise my approach. When I'm just behind you I reach out and put my hand over your mouth and wrap my other arm around your body and drag you into the trees. "Don't make a fucking sound or I'll hurt you, understand?" I keep my hand over your mouth and my other hand slides down your body. "I know you were showing off for me at the bar." I push my hand inside your panties and roughly shove my finger into your pussy. "Well you're going to get it now."

"Haha you're already wet, you horny bitch. I knew you wanted this." I take my hand from your pussy and open my belt and pull it off. "I'm going to take my hand off your mouth, if you so much as make a sound you'll make this more painful than it has to be." I take my hand off your mouth and grab your arms and pull them behind your back and loop my belt around your wrists binding them together before pushing you face first onto the ground.

I reach down and grab you by your hair and pull you up onto your knees. I look down at the fear in your beautiful face with tears running your mascara down it. I put my hand out and grab the top of your dress and pull it down making your tits pop out. I grope them and pinch and pull your nipples before opening my jeans and pulling out my already hard cock. "Now open your dirty mouth."

As you cry and beg me not to do this I slap you hard across your face and then grab your hair tightly and pull your head back so you're looking right up at me. I put my face down inches from yours and growl into your face. "Listen to me, you're my fucktoy now. You're not going anywhere until I'm finished using you. Now open your mouth and don't even think about doing anything stupid."

You look up at me with tears in your eyes sobbing and slowly open your mouth. "That's it, good girl." I keep a fistful of your hair as I shove my cock into your mouth and start thrusting into your face hard and fast. "Oh yeah, that's it. Good little slut." With my free hand I start slapping your tits and pinching and twisting your nipples.

I tighen my grip on your hair and push my thick cock right down your throat until your nose is pressed against my stomach. I hold you there with my cock buried in your throat. I give you a sick and twisted grin as your tear filled eyes looking up at me begging and pleading. After what feels like forever to you I pull your head off my cock as you gasp for air, spit and saliva pouring from your mouth. You're still trying to catch your breath when I push my cock down your throat again.

I pull your head back again leaving you gasping for air and then slam my cock back into your mouth again. Now I'm fucking your face hard, my cock slamming in and out. My balls slapping off your chin and my pelvis smashing into your face. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, that's it you fucking slut. Mmmm yes that feels so good." I can feel myself getting close as I keep pumping my thick cock into your mouth.

I start grunting loudly as I quicken the pace, getting closer and closer before pushing my cock deep into your throat. "There you go you fucking whore," I say as you feel my cock twitching in your mouth and a hot sticky load shoot down your throat. I pull my cock out and shoot ropes of cum across your face, grunting and quietly saying "there you go you slut. That's what you wanted you teasing little bitch."

I look down at your face covered in drool, tears and cum and smile at you. "I knew you were a dirty cumslut the minute I saw you." I walk around behind you and grab your bound wrists and pull you to your feet. I lean in and whisper into your ear "don't think I'm finished with you fucktoy. I'm only just starting."

You beg me to let you go, crying and pleading. Telling me you won't tell anyone. "Hahahaha, stupid slut," I say spinning you around and bending you over the stump of a tree. "I said I'm not finished with you yet," lifting up your dress, "I haven't even got to the best part." I grab your panties and rip them off you and shove them in your mouth. "I don't want anyone to hear your screams, and there will be screams. There always is." I put my foot between your legs and kick them apart before grabbing your hips and slamming my thick cock into your pussy. One long hard stroke in balls deep. I pull it out and slam it back in deep and hard again. And again. And again. The only sound your muffled noises and my body slapping off your ass.

I grab your hair and pull your head back as I'm pounding into you. I growl into your ear, "You kinky little bitch, you're soaking wet. I knew you wanted this." I put my thumb up against your asshole and force it into you with one swift moment. I can feel your body flinch as I push it in and I can hear muffled screams coming from you. "I'm doing you a favour pushing my thumb in first to loosen you up you dumb slut. Just you wait until my thick cock is stretching out that tight little ass hole."

You are ashamed to feel your pussy dripping down your legs as I brutally pound you. I pull my thumb out of your ass and put my hands on your ass cheeks and spread them. I spit down onto your ass hole and then take my cock out of your pussy and give it a couple of strokes with my hand. "Hehe your soaking wet pussy has lubed up my cock so much it'll probably slide right in." I place the tip against your ass hole and start forcing it in. "Oh fuck that's tight. I'm going to enjoy ripping your ass up." I grab your bound arms and pull your body towards mine as I force against your ass until the tip finally forces it's way in. "Mmmm that's it. Good fucktoy." I slowly push my cock deep into your ass.

As your empty pussy drools down your legs I start slowly sliding my cock in and out of your ass. I almost pull out completely each time, making every stroke feel like I'm pushing into you for the first time. "That's it, good fucktoy. Take it. You know this is what you're for. You know you're just a set of fuckholes for men to use."

I start unbinding your wrists as I keep thrusting into, leaving you confused as to what I'm doing. I pull my cock out of your ass and wrap my arms around your waist and throw you face down on the ground. You use your arms to break your fall and as you're turning around to look back at me I climb on top of you and push my cock deep into your ass with one sharp stab. I wrap my arm around your throat and start pounding into your ass hard and fast. You feel the full weight of my body behind my cock every time I slam violently into you. "I know that's what you want slut. That's what you deserve."

Through your tears you say "I'm sorry Sir... I'm sorry for being such a slut.." "Haha don't be sorry," I say before putting my head close to your face and growling, "it's all you're good for". I tighten my arm around your throat choking you hard making your body almost lifeless as I pound into your ass remorselessly. "You're a good fuckdoll. You know what you are." I start pounding into you faster, grunting as I feel myself getting close. Every thrust feeling like it's splitting you in half.

Through moans and groans you mutter out, "yes Sir...I'm your fuckdoll..." I'm slamming into your ass hard, my cock about to explode. "That's" slam "right" slam "you're" slam "my" slam "fucktoy" as I slam my cock in deep and start pumping cum into your ass. "Ohhh fuck yeah. Good fucktoy. Oh yeah I needed that." I release my grip around your neck as my sweaty body collapses down on top of yours.

When I catch my breath and I feel my cock finally softening I climb off you and pick up my belt and start fixing myself up. "I knew you wanted it you slut. I could feel you cumming when I was pounding your ass." I close up my belt and dust myself down and then walk over to you and pull your head up by your hair. "You stay down there until I'm gone. Don't even think about telling anyone or else you'll be seeing me again, and I won't be so nice next time." I let your hair go and walk away briskly.

AHSJ17?)&: HELLO??

fuck sakes

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[slasheru]

Hi :3 I’m kinda having a bad night rn but I’m distracting myself by playing slasher u (for like the 10th time lmao) and I was wondering: how do u think the dateables would react/what would they do if their partner was having a really bad day? It’s alright if u don’t wanna answer lol and I hope ur having a good day/night <3

<3333 Of course! I wrote a decent amount of Slasher U when I was having a hard time myself irl, Hex's "how's your day" dialogue is actually something I put in to cheer myself up when I was writing it (:

Tate: Tate's had SO MANY bad days he might be an expert at helping you with YOURS. It's immediately hugs, blanket city, asking you about it and letting you vent if you want, listening, and if you don't feel like talking, he's there to tell you about HIS day or some cool thing you both discovered, like a movie you wanna watch. Tate is a BIIIIG cuddler. He's already passing you the flask and shutting the doors to the A/V lab so you guys don't get interrupted by randos (because Tate figures you could use a good cry, and he knows HE wouldn't want people around for that - besides you!) Tate's Bad Day empathy is off the CHARTS. He would hold you tight til either the sun came up or you felt better, whichever takes longer. He would also fight anyone who came to see you who you didn't wanna see, even though he KNOWS he'd get his ass kicked. Worth it, to save you.

Hex: OH NO! MY BABE IS HAVING A BAD DAY! :(((( Hex goes into SUPERHERO mode - he might be a little bit TOO enthuasiastic about cheering you up, at first, but his sole purpose in life is now making you feel better. Hex would try really, really hard and really really deeply to understand you and your pain as best as he can, like, REALLY leave no stone unturned. His love language is "understanding people". Hex's go-to cheer-ups are: Picking you up like a prince/ess, buying you food and coffee, hugging/cuddling you on the couch while you watch TV, showing you memes he found, never leaving your side, and doing acts of service like giving you a back rub or getting you your fave ice cream from the campus convenience store. He'd fall asleep on you/near you/with you all day/night just so you wouldn't have to be alone. :) He'd also sneak into any class big enough not to notice him, just so he could keep keeping you company!

Laila: Laila is the one person (besides maybe Sawyer) who would ACTIVELY try to fix your problems, haha. My darling Player is having a bad day?? Who did this? Sit down, have some tea, I've already come up with a ten-step plan to fix your problems AND I'm gonna start as soon as you feel comfortable enough for me to make some phone calls while I cuddle you til you feel better! Laila's got major "S/HE/THEY ASKED FOR NO PICKLES >:((((" energy so she'd be a great mix of actually comforting and vulnerable, especially if you had a hard emotional time, and handling whatever it is that made you upset - she knows more responsibility at a time like this can be crushing, and she's your Final Girl, dammit! Don't worry about a THING, Player - Laila's on the case!

Juno: Juno knows any world that hurts the Player they like/love is the WORST and SUCKS and Player is the BEST and FUCK ANYONE WHO THINKS OTHERWISE!! Though Juno's go-to cheering up is definitely partying and shenanigans, they'd actually ask the player what they'd like. Their favorite way to cheer people up is distracting them from their troubles, so Juno would probably plan all KINDS of fun date-style activities from parties to walks to pranks to adventures, for however as many days it takes for you to smile again. If you're a partier, they'd drop molly with you and talk for hours and hours about feelings. They would ALSO harbor a deep grudge against whoever/whatever did this to you (even if it's an inanimate object/concept, like, failing a class).

Sawyer: Sawyer would feel your pain/sadness VERY VERY DEEPLY. He'd probably start by spending hours listening to you or holding you, then ask if you wanted him to actively try and fix the problem. He'd spend a HUGE amount of time with you comforting you, basically kicking his aftercare into overdrive - Sawyer's the kind of guy who would cancel work or class to comfort you. (And if it got to the point where he'd be fired, well, looks like he's asking his boss/professors to work from home so he can be with you). He's also the kind of guy who definitely orders food and booze and weed and VHS tapes right to the dorms so you wouldn't have to go anywhere. He'd get REALLY protective - he's not letting anyone hurt you ever again, though. EVER - though he's not restrictive about it. The second anyone calls you a name behind your back, though, BAM. Sawyer's knife, their face, etc :V Sawyer's respectful of your boundaries more than anything, so he'd want to show you how much he loves you WITHOUT you ever feeling stifled or uncomfortable.

I hope your night gets better!!! <3333

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[gale-in-space]

YIPPEE thanks for the tag @rattusn0rvegicus <3

1. Are you named after anyone?

Uhmmm I mean I chose my name. My professional one I mean. But I did choose it after a saint that my grandma prayed to quite frequently. She was like... more of a mom to me than my actual mom was lol so it bears significance

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oh gosh haha. I can't remember. I'm really shit at crying for some reason? I'm fine tho

3. Do you have kids?

Yeah and they're about 6 inches tall and have fluffy little tails and chew all of my books and cords and shit all over my floor :\ I'm such a good parent

4. What sports do you play/have played?

A little bit of everything, tbh. Not that I was particularly sporty, my mom just made me join things lol (I quit most everything I joined, except marching band, which I count as a sport. I was section leader HA). But I digress. I did softball, soccer, 10 years of dance class for some reason, track, cross country... yeah. Those were very unhappy times for my uncoordinated ass

5. Do you use sarcasm?

What do you think

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Uhmmm oh gosh. I dunno. I never look people in the eyes, so probably nothing about their face. Maybe their voices? I really am quite sensitive to voice quality, so if someone has a really shrill or piercing voice I just HATE it.

7. What's your eye colour?

Green like HULK

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I can't do scary movies sadly, though I wish I could! Though I'm okay with unhappy endings tbh, and I've written a few of them myself.

9. Any talents?

Fuck no

10. Where were you born?

Wouldn't you like to know!! Wisconsin.

11. What are your hobbies?

Hmm let's see... I like to draw and write, of course. I also picked up reading books again, yay!! I also cook and bake and make pastry... and I play dnd and go on hikes, blah blah blah. Once in a blue moon I play the clarinet. But I'm not as good as I used to be.

OH! I also make paper now, as well as books!! That's a relatively new thing I've gotten into, and it's quite fun :)

12. Do you have any pets?

I have three bunnies, as alluded to above lol. Two of them could care less about me, but Bruce is my little sweetie <3

13. How tall are you?

I don't want to talk about it

14. Favourite subject in school?

Well I liked creative writing enough that I took it three times; once in high school, and twice in college. I also really, REALLY loved English for some reason. And psychology (again, for some reason). Physiological psychology was probably my favorite course that I took, though I also loved my writing courses AND printmaking.

15. Dream job?

Unrealistically speaking? Astronaut. Realistically speaking? Fuck, I dunno, I don't really see myself as someone competent enough to hold down a job I actually want. I'd love to be a medical doctor, but I don't really know what I'm drawn to aside from the brain (and fuck no am I thinking of neurosurgery, my hands are WAY too shaky for that. But I'm lying, actually, I have thought about it).

I'd love to work for NASA, but I don't really know what skills I have to offer them that would be useful. I've processed and analyzed brain MRI scans before, but that's probably the only thing in my toolbox (excuse the pun) that would actually be relevant (never mind the fact that that's the thing I have the least amount of training on). So... I don't know! I'm not skillful enough for a dream job. Maybe I'll go on disability or something, unless they deem me to be "too fit." Which I scoff at the idea of.

Erm, well, that got dark. Anyways, thanks for reading if you've read this far!! I'm going to tag @3-inch-jam, @datamodel-of-disaster, and @girlscience!! And literally anyone else who wants to do this lol, I'm forgetting all my mutuals for some reason

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