#i wanted so badly to resolve it but i couldn't decide how

[myalchod]

Silrah + AU in which Farah's not killed but sent to Earth forgetting everything about the Otherworld

Another one that didn't come out the way I intended to, but I've been staring at it for long enough that I'm just gonna go with what I have at this point ...

1. It’s Sky who finds her, chasing a rumour that he hopes might be Bloom into the First World. He watches only long enough to be sure that she doesn’t know him — their eyes meeting across the expanse of parkland, the complete lack of recognition in hers — before returning to the Otherworld. “It’s her,” he tells them, sitting around the table that evening, and sees hope flare in the eyes of the man who raised him. “I know it’s her. But …” and that light fades as he continues.

2. Of course Saul goes. For her, he would always go; even if the rumour proves false, he would risk far more for the possibility that it’s his fairy out there. The bond between them has been dead since the day he’d been dragged to the Solarian prison over a year ago, leaving him certain that Rosalind had killed her, but as he watches the woman who could be her ghost, he feels, or imagines he does, something stir in his chest.

3. He doesn’t approach. At first it’s fear, because there’s a possibility that he’s wrong and this isn’t Farah, but when Musa accompanies him on his next scouting run, she confirms what he’s known in his gut from the moment he first set eyes on her. There’s such sympathy in her gaze that he has to look away, focussing instead on the clouds overhead, wondering if this is the same sky as they see in the Otherworld. The thought is less comforting than it should be.

4. They had talked, in the years after Aster Dell, about what it might be like to forget that day — if walking away from the past might let them find some measure of happiness once freed of its weight. Remembering those conversations, he tries to tell himself that he should stay away; she’s achieved that, and he has no right to wake the demons of the past for his own selfishness. And yet he comes back, again and again, because the pull remains too strong, and because his own nightmares persist and he needs to know she’s safe, she’s well, that at least one of them has broken free.

5. He thinks he’s been discreet, and so he’s entirely unprepared for the day she sits down on the bench beside him. “I don’t bite, you know,” she says without preamble, and as she smiles he’s struck yet again by the lightness of this woman, and the unfairness of bringing the weight of memory to crash down on her again. (And yet.)

6. If this was a First World fairy tale, that first brush of her lips against his would right everything once more. But he knows, better than most, that those tales hold little of reality, and so it is nothing more than a kiss.

[ ask me another ] [ all answers ]

#fate the winx saga #au headcanon meme #farah dowling #saul silva #silrah #au: canon divergence #asked and answered #charis writes #i'm so sorry #except not because of course not #(and also because i think anne will endorse pain for these two) #i wanted so badly to resolve it but i couldn't decide how #so there are at least three different possible endings in my notes somewhere

[x-lunawrites-x]

Jing Yuan + mutual masturbation

Jingyuan x Fem!reader

Word count: 750

Content: sexual content/ mdni/ mutual masturbation (male and female)/ fem bodied reader/ fem. petnames used (good girl etc.)/ vaginal fingering

A/N: So yeah first work of kinktober, hopefully the first of many.

Jingyuan is a man who cares about his job. He cares about the safety of the citizens and the security of the Luofo greatly. But it's no secret that the arbiter general would rather be doing anything else when it came to doing boring useless paperwork at his desk all day long, and lately, said useless paperwork is keeping him from spending time with you.

He's almost never around anymore. He leaves when you're half asleep and comes back so late that you're either sleeping or are preparing to.

It doesn't help your situation that coincidentally, you've been feeling needy lately and he's not around to help you with it.

You try to distract yourself from thinking about how horny you are and how badly you want him, but after more than a week, you finally crack.

You're lying in bed as the last remaining bit of your resolve fades and you shut the blinds and start taking off your clothes.

He doesn't like it when you touch yourself, pumping something in your hole that isn't him, but you figure if he really didn't want you to, he'd be there to do it for you.

You lay flat on the bed as your hand goes down to play with your cunt, but it isn't long before you're pumping two of your fingers into yourself quickly and your face is red because it just doesn't feel as good.

If only he was there to replace your fingers with his— your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

"Oh my, you really couldn't wait, could you?"

You're not sure how your wish was granted so fast, but you immediately stop what you're doing, close your legs and sit up.

"look who decided to be naughty exactly on the day I managed to get off work early," he walks to the bed slowly, you're feeling too flustered to look him in eyes but he has a look of hunger as he gets closer to you. Almost like a lion eyeing his prey.

"Now then, why don't you be a good girl for me and spread your legs? Show me how much you missed me."

You don't even think twice before you open up ypur legs and show him the sight of your glistening folds, slick with your arousal, almost begging for him to pound you into the mattress. And you think he's about to, judging by how he takes of his belt and let's his pants and boxers bunch around his ankles as he stands at the foot of the bed. But he just stands there, hand palming his own hard on as he watches you.

"Touch yourself for me, dear. You started this and you're finishing by yourself." he's wearing a smirk as he looks down at you, and you have no other choice but to start dragging your hand across your folds again. Your body shakes slightly as you massage you clit and roll it between your thumb and index finger. You can almost hear him grunt as he pumps his cock to the sight of you trying to pleasure yourself.

You slowly get back to the same place you were before he arrived, two of your fingers moving inside you in a fast pace and you red and panting because you wanted more, tears threatening to fall to your cheeks.

"ughh...please Jing, I need more. Need _you_"

"shhh princess. I'll ruin you later, after you cum for me on your own cute fingers. Can you do that for me?"

You couldn't help but clench around your fingers as he said that, resulting in you speeding up your fingers. He doesn't take his eyes off you as he pumps himself faster, nearing his release as he sees your thighs beginning to shake slightly.

"almost there pretty girl, I know you can do it~" he praises as he comes closer, hovering his cock above your cunt as he jerks himself faster, finally spilling his cum on your pussy.

"I can't- please- I—" you're so close you can almost taste the pleasure on your tongue but it's not enough. that's when you feel his thumb rubbing your clit quickly, spreading his own seed all over your cunt as he did so. "there you go~"

The sensation pushed you over the edge as your orgasm crashed over you, and he helped you ride it out slowly.

"Now that that's out of the way, I have 2 weeks of absence to make up for~"

#hsr #jingyuan smut #honkai star rail smut #honkai starrail #hsr jing yuan #Jingyuan x reader #hsr x y/n #hsr x reader #jing yuan #honkai star rail #hsr x you #hsr headcanons #honkai star rail x reader #kinktober #hsr smut

[yannaryartside]

SYDNEY, PASTA, CARMY, AND FAILURE

When Sydney was trying to create items for the menu and failing at it, I kept asking myself why, why is he self-sabotaging now, even when she may have been waiting for a change like this her whole life.

There were some events related to her fear of failure, to pasta, and to Carmy, that created a unique avalanche of her own.

She tells Carmy the story of the incident that broke her business, about a mean lady who demanded fresh pasta that she couldn't deliver despite her best efforts. The failure was caused by improvisation on her part, trying to compensate for biting more than she could chew to begin with. 

In that same scene, she fucks up Carmy's recipe to ferment the pasta. Too much acid, when he had suggested her to add acid to another of her original dishes before. This was a subconscious response to how badly she fears to disappoint him, yet she does. Simple instructions, something she has done before, fucked up (remember the stock incident, even if it wasn't her fault, she felt humiliated). Pros to Carmy for actually reacting as a friend this time and the next scenario, even if that didn't help Sydney's self-critic too much.

Next time they cook together, Sydney fucks up another recipe, one of her own. Too much salt. Again, something she has done before.

And then, Carmy ditches her.

She has to go for inspiration alone, and what does she imagine as a possible signature dish? A pasta dish. It makes sense; it is an Italian restaurant, after all. 

When she imagines this dish, she imagines it plated on the circular black plate Carmy liked, the only one he wanted.

Later, after fighting with Carmy, she tries to make that pasta dish she imagined but fails at it. 

She cannot improvise or be creative because the last time she did that, she was punished by losing her business. And then made a recipe of her own, or tried to collaborate on another one, fucked up in front of her partner and idol. All these cases, in her mind, it connected to a pasta dish. 

images by @heardchef

She has failed in the same area (pasta) in different scenarios (Carmy and his standards, that is the same as saying the industry standard, her business, fucking a recipe) doubting herself to the point she has locked herself in an art block.

About Carmy ditching her on the food tour, for what we know, she may think that was something Carmy did on purpose as a way of saying, "You are a CDC now. This is your problem." She spoke to everyone all day, saying she had a partner, only to realize there is no such thing as a partnership at the top of this industry; you can pull your weight, or you sit your ass down. Nobody wants to feel like death weight in a partnership, and now she may feel she is lacking in the things that made Carmy choose her; that is why, in 2x09, under the table, she goes, "You could do this without me." The reassurance coming from Carmy completes her arc. 

Now, these some other thoughts on this:

Sydney may still only be able to define her own culinary success by the things that had made Carmy successful. Let's remember she is working for his family restaurant. Most recipes are his family recipes (filled with trauma, but we are not going to touch that today). He is the mold she cannot fit in, the plat in which she doesn't provide anything yet, to her eyes. This is a very common problem for artistic people, success is only defined by the people before you, if your own creative voice doesn't fit that mold, you may think you are not good, or ready.

She considers his experience more valuable than her own instincts, so I really hope she gets to resolve that. 

The inspirations he decides on would be pretty interesting since now she was only trying to fit the mold of her previous failures. Something is to be said about a woman of color, with a culture of her own, trying to fit in a Western-oriented industry, fighting to be taken seriously in what is considered "high-end cuisine." Someone made a post of a female black chef who won a chef competition combining her Italian and African heritage, something like that (at least until she gets her own spot), would be pretty neat.

Finally, and to aggravate everything, SHE IS RUNNING FULL SPEED. The sense of urgency that was very evident in s1. we don't know what makes her this way (it may be "working twice as hard to get the same recognition" or a different type of trauma). “Growing too much too fast" on her business, gambling on a shot on a kinda disgraced star chef in a chaotic environment, pressuring Carmy to change the restaurant on s1, pushing her dish to the food critic, all that collapsing on her all at once. Then she took care of her own and Carmy’s responsibilities on s2, because she tough that was expected of her. Too much, too fast. If she ever wants to make a path of her own, she needs to heal this.

#Sydney you are my queen #you will blow us all away #sydcarmy #carmy berzatto #sydney adamu #the bear fx #the bear #sydney x carmy #carmen berzatto #carmy the bear #the bear meta #carmy x sydney #chef kiss

[m-jelly]

HI HI HI HI 👀 WANT TO SEE POSTWAR HUSBAND LEVI COMFORTING OUR READER AFTER NIGHTMARES WITH EREN (HER BROTHER. PLEASE I JUST WANT LEVI AND READER RO TALK ABOUT EREN AND HOW HE SACRIFICED) LOVE YOU

It hurts to remember

Post War Levi x fem!Reader

Canon world, post war, younger brother Eren, married, nightmares, talking about the war, grieving, comfort, love.

Levi comforts you and talks you through your nightmares and the loss of your young brother, Eren.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

It took a moment for you to register where you were and what was going on. The room was just so dark and your heart was hurting. A soothing warmth was next to you, but the tears running down your cheeks. It hurt to think of your younger brother and it didn't help that your nightmares kept making you relive everything.

Eren was your younger brother and you used to think he was a sweet kid who always got into trouble, but Mikasa was there to save him once she became part of the family. You often had your head in a book, allowing you to connect with Eren's friend, Armin.

It was clear from a young age that Eren would cause problems because he had big ideas, but you thought it would be the military police telling you about Eren being a pain. You did not expect the life that unfolded before you. As you worked to get by and support your brother and sister, Eren decided he wanted to be a scout.

You encouraged your brother because you believed in him, but you hoped with all your heart he would live. The day Eren was chained up and the possibility of him being killed was the day you met the love of your life. Though your first encounter with your now husband was not romantic, it was an intense moment with heightened emotions.

You understood why Levi hurt your brother, it was to show he could be tamed and controlled and wasn't going to be a titan on the loose. It was hard to explain to Mikasa all this and it caused a fight that took time to resolve. Levi was sweet enough to let you visit Eren alone and care for him when needed. As you cared for Eren, Levi got to know you more and soon you both were stealing kisses behind walls and in Levi's office.

Everything was perfect for a while, with Eren helping out, Mikasa getting stronger and you having the sweetest wedding ever and becoming Mrs Ackerman. Then everything turned bad.

Sending your family off to war was one thing, but having only two return was heart-wrenching. You knew you'd be broken if Levi died, but you counted your blessings that he lived. Hearing Eren died at the hands of his sister was tragic.

Levi told you about Eren's actions and it tore you apart. Eren was no better than the people in Marley who wanted Paradis destroyed. Eren killed thousands of innocent lives. No matter how much you thought about it, you couldn't find reason in his actions. You were furious with him. You wanted to hit him so badly, but also hold him. Eren likely made the choice he thought was best. Eren probably felt like he had no other option. Eren put a stop to the Titans, but what had he started?

War was never going to stop. Humans were always going to fight over something. Though there was peace now, how long was it going to last? Eren acted to save people, but it was a temporary thing. No matter how much you thought about it, you don't think you'd ever truly understand the world around you. The titan curse needed to end, that was true, but was there another way?

Why didn't Eren ask for help? Why did Eren go alone in his path?

You hurriedly rubbed your tears away when Levi called your name in a deep and sleepy voice. "Levi."

He rolled onto his side and released a long sigh as he looked you over. He reached over and rubbed your belly. "What's going on?"

You rolled to face Levi and cuddled up to him. "Nightmares."

"About?"

"Eren."

He hummed and rubbed your back. "Right. Do you want to talk?"

You started telling Levi your thoughts about your dead little brother. Once you were finished the room went silent for a while. You spoke softly. "I know his acts led to you losing so many people you love, along with my half-brother. I cannot apologise enough to you for what you went through."

Levi cupped your face. "You are not to blame for their actions, okay? You didn't know at all what was going on."

You sniffed as the tears formed. "Why didn't he just talk to someone? Why didn't he just tell people what he saw? If he talked then maybe you all could have found a way. He didn't need to kill all those people. Right?"

"I don't think we'll ever know and no matter how much we try, we won't get an answer." He sighed. "Eren did what he thought was right. He acted to prove something to Ymir. I think this was all to do with love. Armin told me, from what Eren had said, that Ymir was in love with the king and the king made her do terrible things. Mikasa giving up her love for Eren for the good of us all was the act to prove to Ymir, that you can let love go."

You frowned. "But the king never loved Ymir. Making her do terrible things and she claimed that all this pain, all this suffering, all this hate and all this murder was an act of love? How did she not wake up and see? For hundreds of years, she suffered and he not once helped her or returned her love. She was alone in that weird void. All alone. Being abandoned and used is not love. All this could have ended if she just woke up and realised the truth."

Levi played with your hair. "I don't know, my darling, I don't. All I know is I could never give you up. You're my reason for living." He kissed you and smiled. "It's horrible to say, but no matter how hard you try I don't think you'll ever be able to understand his choice or Ymir, or everything else. You'll only hurt yourself if you do. Sometimes people do things without thinking, or they have thought a lot about it and their reasoning is different to our own."

"You're right."

He kissed you and smiled. "But if you ever want to talk it through, we can."

You smiled sweetly at Levi. "Thank you, but you are right. No matter how long I think about it, I won't understand him. I should focus on the life I have. The love I have and the happy memories I made and will make."

Levi rubbed your cheek sweetly. "Good girl."

"I love you, Levi Ackerman."

"I love you too. Forever and always."

#levi ackerman #levi #aot levi #snk levi #aot fanfiction #levi x you #fanfic #levi fanfiction #levi x y/n #levi x reader #jelly fanfics #captain levi ackerman x reader #captain levi x you #captain levi x reader #captain levi fanfiction #captain levi #levi x reader fluff #levi x yn #levi ackerman fic #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman attack on titan #levi ackerman snk #levi ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x female reader

[talesfromdvalin]

XIAO'S OBSESSION

From toxic ideas to healthy. Translate or reblog is alright, but only if you remember, that I may ask you to delete if I would not alright with your blog. Thank you. The place I live most of all.

It was hard. Seeing you cope without calling out by name the one person willing to give their life in exchange for your well-being.

It was hard. Seeing another person snuggled up against your back, an adult, probably cute if you looked through your eyes. To see you smile and turn around to give a thankful hug and tell them you've had great luck this time.

It was a hard thing to do. Not appearing to be around you. Xiao knew you didn't like it when he meddled in the proceedings out of unnecessary excitement and worry, simply because he couldn't trust the skills enough, the opponents. The need to shun was almost physically painful, so the adept made the important decision to observe from afar. To be there to back him up at the critical moment. Of course, you'd be extremely indignant if the situation that got out of control was resolved thanks to Xiao, but it was better that way than if you got injured.

But… the devil. That disgusting, humiliating feeling of fear, with liquid and bitchy jealousy painted on top of it. It can't be justified. Xiao wanted to be the best, the only desirable partner, and the fact that you needed breaks for 'yourself' was just a small correctable flaw.

But… the devil. How the hell did that bumbling prick dare to focus on damage instead of support! How dare he turn a blind eye to the fact that you got hit?! To the fact that you lost your balance and fell down, requiring precious seconds to recover that no one can give.

Xiao didn't even think about whether you called him by name or not - he acted on the call of the spear. You wouldn't have had time to remember or even pronounce the three letters required for an adept to fulfil his sense of urgency, so Xiao took it all in stride, colliding the jade kite with the dewy hunter's blade with a sharp flickering lunge.

''Xiao!'' - you shrieked, trying to get up, but the adept took the man in the other direction, only to have him not remember your existence. It all lasted less than ten seconds.

Blinded by rage, Xiao is Xiao, hearing a thousand voices, louder than your plea for help. He froze with his back turned, slammed his blade against the ground, and finally turned around.

A second of fear froze on your tongue, and your teeth chewed it into a question:

''Are you okay?''

Xiao's heart clenched. In a situation like this, where you were obviously supposed to be angry, pissed off like you had been so many times before, you were worried about his well-being.

"I don't deserve her.''

''Thank you for being here," your partner approached, wiping his dusty hands and catching his breath.

How badly Xiao wanted that to come off your mouth. Ignoring the question, the adept headed towards his opponent, stopping a few centimetres away. No, he doesn't know how to get 'bright' angry, he's a match for oppression, disrespect and pressure.

''Don't go near her again.''

''What?'' - you raised your eyebrows in bewilderment, ''It's my trusted friend, it's okay, what…''

''He saw you fall down and decided not to help," Xiao looked only forwards.

''Friend, easy,'' his opponent raised his hands in defeat, 'if you knew how often we make mistakes, refine them and get the result we want, a small fall didn't seem like such a tragedy.''

Xiao pressed his lips together in exasperation, remained silent for a moment. Then came to a second conclusion:

''Don't go near her again.''

''Xiao,'' you place your hand on his shoulder glumly, "you can't decide for me. Nor for him.''

''If he makes 'mistakes', then you've fallen more than once. With me, you'd never touch the ground. He doesn't deserve you," Xiao finally looked into your eyes.

And you realised it. He's going crazy again from loneliness, fear, fear of trusting. Xiao believes in the intimacy of your feelings, and that's why he's afraid of losing her more than anything else. You nodded to your partner, asking to be left alone with Xiao, and he obediently strode into the city.

You put both hands on Xiao's shoulders, stepping in front of him.

"Not again," the adept knew what kind of torture would begin in the next minute.

''Look me in the eyes," you say demandingly.

For the first couple of seconds, he hesitates and refuses, but soon gives up and makes eye contact. On the other side of his gaze shines the hope that you can imbue his body with love, and the expectation that you will.

''Xiao,' you sigh,'' that doesn't sound like trust.

''I can't," Xiao growled indignantly, "you're only human. You're easily broken, hit, hurt, killed. I can't help but think about it. One accident is tantamount to death.''

You're thinking. Is that the only reason? Sounds like the main reason, but, um.

Xiao trusts only his own hands, and he knows, knows very well, that no one can take care of you better than he can. Xiao would never let someone else's palms guard a treasure - who knows how pure they are? So you've thought of something else.

''Let's solve this problem. We're both uncomfortable that you can't exist in peace while I'm not around.''

''Not while you're not around, but while you're in danger…" he corrected very importantly and embarrassed, as if trying to also cover up obvious jealousy. Xiao really thought he'd done well.

''Good. Then you should see that I'm doing well myself. We'll pair up for a while and see if you feel better or if you want more. We'll build on that," you lifted one hand to the adept's cold cheek. ''need my own space, and you need a reason to have it. We can try this together.''

You're too good.

Xiao felt incredibly guilty just for not being so… wise. He nodded guiltily, agreeing to go anywhere as long as your hand is in his.

#genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #xiao #xiao x reader #xiao x you #angst #yandere #headcanon #drabble

[kurisus]

Chapter 107 thoughts

[downing a bottle of tequila]

Ummm, so this was fun! Not!

Silly goofy me for thinking since we're wrapping up the manga they were out of opportunities to hurt me further. I let my guard down and got bamboozled so that's on me. Well, one last time to let them twist the knife, I suppose.

Soooo after waiting 5 years for Yato and Hiyori to so much as be on the same fucking page together, Father drops in out of nowhere and snaps Hiyori's cord, leaving her to crumple lifelessly on the ground while the Sakura quote about death repeats in the background. This was really so fucking rude to me personally. It's like Adachitoka reached into my greatest fears and decided to make the reunion happen in the way that would cause me specifically the most possible pain. Did they have to put the reminder of the hospital arc there?! I hate it here.

Anyway, while that part made me feel absolutely horrible, I've been talking to a lot of people and we all agree we don't think Hiyori is permadead. A conflict spanning the entire manga wouldn't be resolved in three pages, it would make no sense for either Yato or Hiyori's development to end her life, Father is able to manipulate the appearance of his surroundings but couldn't actually bring back Kaya from the dead, and Hiyori's unusual condition meant no one really knew quite how to fix it or what ripping the cord would entail. The official translation wrote it as "if it gets cut, you're dead" which reads to me like "you're as good as dead" rather than "you will die."

I may just be grasping at straws here, but my guess is that this scare will just be the push Yato needs to finally cut ties with Hiyori, as much as she's helped him out in ways he'll never be able to repay. Perhaps she will be very weak, or my personal guess is comatose, but I don't think that was it. If it was, well...that would be a very sour note to leave the manga on.

Could Yato name Hiyori and make her his shinki? Sure, probably, but that would also be antithetical to the themes of this manga, which are that change is inevitable while not always a bad thing; and relationships between the living and dead, while necessary, are tenuous. I wrote a 100k canon divergence fic about Yato making Hiyori his shinki back in 2016, because I didn't want it to happen in canon then and I don't want it to happen in canon now. Bringing them both over to the far shore wouldn't properly resolve the conflict that drives this manga, the single human involved with the gods and spirits.

Anyway, here's my prediction: Hiyori will be in a coma, Yato will cut her ties while she's asleep, and she'll wake up with only vague memories of their time together. I want to say she'll be able to give a proper goodbye to him and Yukine, but we're also living in the worst timeline so I won't get my hopes too far up.

I admit I didn't pay much attention to the rest of the chapter after that happened, but let's continue: ohhh Yato you wanna kill trash dad soooo badly <3 throttle him with your bare hands before I do <3

Kiun talking about how it's the younger generation's turn to lead makes me a bit more optimistic for the ending. In this sense, heaven's "kill first, ask questions later" attitude is not justified, and the newer shinki will slowly change the minds of the gods, and a more just heaven will emerge.

All the gods seem to be blighted, however. Kofuku and Take are shown holding hands to their necks, and Ebisu, Tenjin, and Arahabaki seem to have a faint cloud arising from that area too. Judging by Take's line following, the shinki seem to be uneasy about their choice to change the status quo, because the world is heading into a new, uncertain time. Kiun doubts his choice as well, since his determination not to kill anyone caused a fellow shinki to die.

"Weak gods will die, while only the strong gods remain, and this world shall witness the advent of gods without mercy" sounds kinda like a cull of heaven aka what Father wants...except in this case I think it refers to the gods who are willing to change and be more just being the ones who survive into this new age.

So, to recap, the status quo is changing, heaven seems to be heading for a marked improvement, as an indirect result of Hiyori's involvement. Thus, her impact will have a lasting, positive effect on their culture, and she'll be able to live her life knowing she made a very big difference in a few people's lives, and a smaller difference in more people's lives. Make it happen.

Small side note: I'm going to be starting a reread of the manga soonish, and since Twitter is going down the toilet I've decided to switch back over to liveblogging on Tumblr. I'm thinking of doing thoughts posts per volume similar to this format, but I'll see how I feel once I actually begin. I'll be tagging everything as #Noragami reread, which will also be my tag for future rereads after it ends! Hope to see you there :]

#Noragami #Noragami spoilers #Noragami manga #live update #what's funny is I had a feeling this would happen. and then it did and I was still surprised Pikachu dot jpeg

[eldritch-araneae]

Okay, remeber my post about Earthspark AUs? It was written at 3 am, so I redid the text and made it more clear! Welcome under the cut!

Those AUs splinter after the second batch, tho this still gonna lead to direct confrontation with GHOST. Here's comes several different ideas.

Idea 1. The reason Bee was actively hunted by GHOST is bc Croft knows he's a powerful outliner.

I had different versions of what this power can be, like power to make storms, hydrokinesis (Bee loves water in this AU), or something like bioresonance from Signalis (this one super cool and fun!).

During the war Megatron wanted a bioweapon, so ordered Shockwave to make one. Young Bee was living in the facility and interacted with other young 'cons that were claimed by by Decepticons at birth. That's how Bee know Brackdown.

But he had little freedom, and he was experimented on. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and snapped really badly, his powers killed anyone in the facility expect Stunticons (they were out at the moment)and Shockwave with Megatron ( who were in the same room with Bee)

Megatron kills him ( or specifically, he thinks he killed Bee) and discared outside, and that's where Optimus finds and rescues him. Bee has little memory of this and his powers were dormant ever since.

Unfortunatly, Croft found some classified decepticon files about Bee. She wants Bee as a weapon, so she can invade other countries on Earth first, and then other worlds, including Cybetron. Tho she would happily control other cybertronians using Mandroid's tech (which she controlled with energon and eventually killed him).

She wanted to use Optimus first, but the found out that's Maltos hide Terrans and Bee, so he decided to use his family to lure him out. And when everyone is gathered in final confrontation, she sticks the mind controlling device on him. Except instead of being controlled, Bee goes berserk bc the device uncovered all his trauma.

Everything descends into chaos. Idea 1a. Bumblebee wasn't artificially created, but he kidnapped from Caminus, a colony that isolated itself off entirely when off started. Camines basically all outliners and Megatron wanted his bioweapon, so Bee was taken. When he lived on Caminus he knew Windblade, another batchmate that was born not long after him and they were besties.

Bc of trauma from experiments, he forgot his previous life entirely, while Windy was looking for him. Eventually she reaches Earth of her own that when they reunite.

Idea 2. Bee doesn't have any powers and GHOST were more interested in Terrans and kid's cybersleeves. They invaded Maltos, took everyone hostage, and she mortally wounds Bee before GHOST leaves with Maltos captured.

Slowly dying he finds strength to go back to the cave, squeeze really hard into the hole to reach the Embersone and begs it for help. In return the stone gets absorbed into his spark, transforming him into powerful creature ( in my case of course, a dragon! But I was thinking of eastern dragon this time, or even Bakunawa - a serpent dragon from Philippine mythology).

Of course it comes with the price and the stone is gradually killing him bc no mortal can hold that much power inside their body, but he willing to pay.

Also, his gets added to the Terran collective, so kids suddenly can feel emotions.

Idea 2a. That Alex was also left behind with dying Bee ( Croft thought the historian is weak and wont interfere, while Dot presents a threat). Alex is the one run to the cave and bring the stone to Bee. But Bee is very disheartened, beating himself up bc he failed to protect anyone, so Alex to comfort him tells him a story from mythology (idk which one, maybes something with a dragon again if there are fitting stories?) which helps Bee to focus and regain resolve and take the stone's power.

Ending In all cases, Bumblebee is dying after the main fight, so Terrans with kids use the power of Emberstone to save him. They get into his mind a seem glimpses of his trauma and how he often feels powerless and he desire to be a hero and being self-sacrificing to combat this.

He's like okay with dying, but Twitch protests, repeating his own words back to him ( "I wont leave you until you're save, that what family means!") and tells him that he can't die right after he begin to actually live. For idea 1 he can die before he finds his alt-mode, for idea 2 he can't just die without enjoying his chosen altmode first.

They remind him that he has home and family to return too, and it was enough for to stabilize and survive. Good ending!~

#transfomers #earthspark #bumblebee

[bridgertonbabe]

Does Franscescas story also include miscarriage and infertility?

I would be interested to know how her infertility affects her relationship with her family and friends.

What about Michael? What are his emotions like? What is the wizard perspective of miscarriage and infertility?

Is any Magic involved in making lil'John and Janet?

Anon asked: How is infertility treated in the Wizarding world? How would fran and michael make a family?

*Trigger Warning: this post contains mentions of miscarriage.*

From a young age Francesca always knew she wanted to be a mother and though she briefly wondered if Michael wouldn't be the type of person to ever want kids, seeing just how much he loved doting on their nieces and nephews affirmed that he would one day be the world's best dad. But they still had years ahead of them to start a family and both were content to continue the tour life and enjoyed travelling the world together.

It wasn't until Eloise announced her pregnancy not too long after Penelope's that Francesca brought up the subject of starting a family with Michael. While Eloise had been a mother to Oliver and Amanda for nearing ten years, Francesca genuinely never expected her sister to want to go through a pregnancy herself and what's more she was shocked that Eloise of all people was going to have that experience before she did. She was relieved when Michael turned out to be on the exact same page as her, having felt flabbergasted that Colin was beating him to fatherhood; and so they decided to start trying right away.

After a couple of months Francesca did fall pregnant, however she miscarried after only a few weeks. While it was upsetting, Francesca tried to be pragmatic about it and persevere, assuring herself that miscarriages occur in 1 in 4 pregnancies and it shouldn't discourage her from trying again. However much to her frustration almost an entire year went by before she was able to wave a positive pregnancy test in front of Michael - but unfortunately it resulted in another miscarriage. In spite of the disappointment, Francesca remained determined to get pregnant and once again she and Michael began trying.

However another year went by, during which time Penelope and Eloise each welcomed another baby with relative ease. As happy as she was to meet her newest niece and nephew, Michael could see the hurt in Francesca's eyes when she held Thomas and Georgiana for the first time. He knew just how badly she wanted to be a mother and carry her own child and he was suffering not because of struggle to conceive a baby of their own but to see his wife suffering no matter how hard she tried hiding it.

He resolved to do everything in his power for them to be able to have a baby and took charge; booking fertility tests, looking into IVF, reading up on potions that were meant to increase the chances of carrying a pregnancy to term. He hoped by taking even one of those steps that they'd be on their way to having a baby; however the results of the fertility test revealed that they had a very low chance of ever conceiving a baby naturally. As crushing as it was, Michael refused to let the odds stand in the way of creating a family with Francesca. After contacting the best potion masters in the wizarding world he acquired specialist elixirs that should help them on their way to making a baby, which they took while simultaneously having their first round of IVF. Michael had been trying to keep positive for both himself and Francesca, willing on for all of their efforts to work; and yet both the potions and the IVF proved fruitless, and after three unsuccessful rounds Francesca declared she couldn't go through with another.

After that Francesca couldn't even bear to talk about it, despite Michael trying to get her to open up. He became desperate to try and find some alternative way of conceiving, to the point which he began grasping at straws and looking into dubious potions being sold in Knockturn Alley and even unlawful spells that supposedly might work a miracle. He gathered all the information that he could and presented it to Francesca in a last-ditch attempt to provide her with the one thing she longed for, however Francesca lashed out and firmly told him to stop because if none of the conventional methods worked for them there was no way in hell that any of the nefarious alternative routes would work either.

For the next week Francesca didn't utter a single word to him and a distraught Michael took to sleeping on the couch just to give her space. Then at a family birthday party at Aubrey Hollow, Gregory and Lucy revealed they were expecting their second child; and it turned out to be Francesca's breaking point. She excused herself from the festivities and went up to her old bedroom where she proceeded to cry her heart out. She jumped when there was a gentle knock and told Michael to leave her alone but she was surprised when the door opened to reveal Sophie instead.

Sophie didn't hesitate to rush to her sister-in-law's side, holding her tightly as Francesca cried on her shoulder and the younger woman released all the heartache she had been suffering from over the last three years. When she was no longer able to shed any more tears, she told Sophie all about her infertility struggles, how devastated she was to miscarry twice, and how much it hurt that none of the efforts they had gone to had worked.

"It's not fair." she shook her head. "Eloise never even wanted to be pregnant. Since we were kids she always said she couldn't stand the thought of having a baby bump, and she always joked that getting together with Phil was a win-win because she had Oliver and Amanda without the aches and pains of pregnancy and childbirth; but then she still went on to have Penny and Georgiana like it was nothing." she vented, expressing all the underlying ugly bitterness that had built up inside of her over the years. "And then there's Daphne; popping out four kids in four years with barely any time in between to breathe. And don't get me started on Hyacinth having kids before me - and now Greg's having another baby; I mean, they're still just kids to me and they're already parents and I'm not... and probably never will be." she swallowed and looked away as soon as she saw Sophie tilting her head sympathetically at her. "It's just not fair. How come it's so easy for everyone else?"

Sophie's hand clutched hers as she tucked a loose lock behind Francesca's ear. "I miscarried." she uttered and Francesca snapped her neck to look at her. "Twice."

"Really?" Francesca gulped, stunned to hear that Sophie had experienced the same agony as she had.

"The first one I tried to forget about. It would have been a honeymoon baby and I miscarried early on. I didn't even know I was pregnant until the doctors told me. I couldn't believe it and I felt guilty for not even realising and for miscarrying in the first place. But I shrugged it off and told myself it would have been way worse if we had actually been trying and I had known and celebrated the fact that I was."

"What about the second time?" Francesca asked tentatively and squeezed Sophie's hand, communicating that she could take her time as she was sharing such a vulnerable time in her life.

"We had been trying. And we were so thrilled." Sophie explained and wore a sad smile as she continued. "We agreed we'd wait until the 12 week scan before we told anyone and after everything seemed alright we decided to announce it at Violet's birthday a few days later. But then when I was at work I suddenly experienced cramping... and I knew." she exhaled. "I knew I was losing the baby. Your dad took me to the hospital and called Benedict but by the time he got there the baby was gone. And I felt like my whole world had come crashing down. We begged Edmund not to breathe a word about it. I couldn't stand the thought of Violet or Daphne or Kate or Posy coming over to sympathise. I couldn't bear the thought of anyone who had only experienced successful pregnancies to be around me. And then at your mum's birthday someone passed Miles into my arms and I still don't know how I didn't break right then and there. Do you know what I did instead?"

"What?"

"I ran up to Ben's old room and burst into tears." she revealed, and Francesca's heart thumped emphatically; as heart-wrenching as it was to hear about Sophie's losses, she took comfort that she had done the exact same thing she had done by fleeing to an old bedroom to break down in private. "It was killing me to be around everyone else's babies without being able to call any of them my own."

"That's exactly how I feel." Francesca commiserated. "It's how I've felt for the last three years now. And I hate being this self-pitying jealous-ridden bitter cow. I don't want to feel so angry and sad without any let up... but I don't know what else to do."

"I can't imagine what the last three years must have felt like for you. And I know there's nothing I can say or do to ease your pain. But it's okay to feel everything that you're feeling. Don't let yourself feel bad for those negative feelings and don't be so hard on yourself for not being able to conceive. I know it's easier said than done but you've got to go easy on yourself; for your own sake."

Francesca nodded, knowing Sophie was right, and realising just how exhausting keeping all her emotions to herself was.

"How did it finally happen for you in the end? Did you have Charlie through IVF, or...?"

"We were prepared to try if it came to that." Sophie answered. "But when I was ready to try again we just took it easy. We didn't put pressure on ourselves to be fervently trying. We treated it as more of a let's just wait and see, and if it happens it happens and if it doesn't then we'll give fertility treatments a go. I let go of any expectations and just cherished being with Ben, and then a few months later we found out we were expecting and we had Charlie."

"The doctors said there's a very low chance of us ever conceiving naturally." Francesca uttered. "As much as I'd like to think that just going with the flow could work,"

"But they still said there's a chance." Sophie pointed out. "As low as it might be; there's still the possibility it could happen. I know you've been through so much disappointment and must feel so dispirited; but hold onto that hope. No matter how small it might seem."

After the sisterly heart-to-heart, when they returned home Francesca apologised to Michael for how she had treated him in the last week. It was an apology Michael assured her was unnecessary and he understood how soul-crushing the last three years had been; he was just sorry he couldn't provide her with the one thing she wanted more than anything else. She told him about her talk with Sophie and how they should give it one more year before looking into adoption, but in the meantime they could try without really trying.

And so they chose to let go of all of the heavy expectations that had built up and they had put upon themselves and accepted that conceiving a baby might not happen for them, but not letting that stop them from cherishing each other and getting in the way of their love... and just like that, one year later they welcomed their beautiful baby son, John.

#asks #harry potter au #franchel #michael x francesca #francesca bridgerton #michael stirling #tw miscarriage #sophie beckett

[mr-voorhees-husband]

Hi! I saw in your 2004 Ozzie headcannons that you said he would insist that he was the money maker, so could I request a hurt/comfort type idea with that? Kinda like prev criminal reader thinks that he doesn’t believe they can handle themselves financially so they also think that he’s just doubting their ability’s and pitying them? If not than it’s cool, but I came up with the idea and cannot write a cohesive story so I’m asking you? ( also sorry the ask is so long )

I hope this is what you meant!! If it isn't, lmk and I can rewrite it!

Dw about the ask size, tho, more detailed the better because it gives me more to work with!

Warnings/tags: Hurt/comfort, frustrated crying, ozzy doesn't realize how he's making the reader feel

Reader: gender neutral, slight self worth issues

"Oswald," Your voice was on the edge of threatening, trying your best to not yell at your boyfriend. As much as you loved him, you couldn't take not working anymore. You had to get back on the field, back to fighting, back to winning. Yet, everytime you tried, Oswald would stop you, insisting against it. "I promised Ivy and Freeze I'd help them on a heist."

"You'll just have to cancel," Oswald replied, not yet noticing your badly hidden rage, "I don't want my pretty bird getting scuffed up!"

"Why do you treat me like this?!"

You really didn't want to argue. You two rarely argued, and when you did it was easily resolved. Yet you'd reached your breaking point. "I'm not made of glass!" You continued, only slightly registering his confused, hurt look, "you treat me like I'm some weak, frail creature! Is that what I am too you? Useless?!"

"No- no of course not- birdie-"

"Don't fucking birdie me!" Tears started welling in your eyes, making you instinctively back up as you tried to rub them away. That familiar feeling of failure creeping up your spine. You couldn't do anything anymore, Oswald wouldn't let it, he was the money maker, he hired maids to clean and cook, everything was handled by him. While you were to sit there and look pretty. Sit there and be useless because he didn't want you to end up brusied or hurt. "I need to work Ozzy," your voice cracked, but you continued, "I know you want to protect me, I do, but I can't handle it anymore."

"It..." You rub at your eyes furiously to try and prevent any tears from falling. "It makes me feel worthless Ozzy, I can't do anything, what good am I when I just sit around?"

"Don't say that," Oswald frowned, taking your hand in his own, you looked down at him through tear soaked lashes, eyebrows furrowed. "I didn't... You're..." He chirped angrily, hand tightening it's grip on your own as he tried to formulate the words he needed. "You mean... I.. I love you," he finally decided on, before continuing, "and I'm sorry for making you feel worthless."

Before you could open your mouth, he cut you off with a slightly stern look. "But I can assure you, you are far from worthless." Pulling your hand towards him, he pressed a kiss to your knuckle, smiling. "You're the reason I wake up everyday, you're the reason I haven't accepted defeat to Wayne, you're my everything."

"I don't want to lose you, my dove."

#might be a bit bad because i'm kinda exhausted #but I wanted to get this out for you anon #oswald cobblepot 2004 #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald copplepot #penguin 2004 #the batman 2004

[singofsolace]

I’m curious what you think about Rebecca’s storyline in the Ted Lasso finale. I felt they resolved her story with Rupert decently enough but the stuff with Ted and Boat Guy just felt off. I’d love to know your thoughts.

I think there were a lot of scenarios I would've been okay with for the end of Rebecca's storyline, and yet, the one they landed on was so outside of what I wanted or expected, I couldn't help but be shocked.

Like you, I thought her storyline was resolved with Rupert well enough (though I would've liked to have seen how, exactly, Rebecca helped Bex and Rupert's former assistant decide what to do? like, obviously, they decided to divorce and sue him respectively, but I still would've liked to have seen how Rebecca helped get them there, and what, precisely, they needed to ask her, since I'm sure they were already halfway to those decisions without Rebecca's help).

As for Dutch Boat Guy, I've been pretty vocal about how Rebecca's storyline in the Amsterdam episode made me incredibly nervous and upset. There were so many other ways they could've written Rebecca having an unexpected romance in Amsterdam without putting her in such a dangerous situation? And people have tried to tell me that Ted Lasso would never do a sexual assault storyline, to which I would argue... ummm.... a show doesn't have to be SVU to "go there"? Keeley's nudes got leaked, Jamie revealed his dad orchestrated the losing of his virginity in Amsterdam when he was still a child, etc. They literally made multiple jokes over the course of the episode that highlighted the fact that Rebecca was completely at the mercy of this Dutch stranger on his boat, with no way to call for help, and nowhere really to run, should things go badly. They made jokes that called attention to the fact that this man could very easily harm or even kill her, and so I spent the whole episode terrified about what could happen, and thinking there's no way most women wouldn't be hearing alarm bells the moment they looked at a cup of tea that said "it's not drugged (I promise)."

But putting aside the Amsterdam episode and how uncomfortable it made me, I still just don't think that from a story arc perspective for the lead female character that it makes sense to make her "endgame" relationship with a character whose name we don't even know. We got no build up to that being Rebecca's happy ending. We spent the whole season being misdirected with fake-outs and psychic predictions, looking for signs that would eventually lead us to her "lightning." Where was the lightning with Boat Guy? Did I miss it? And where was the green matchbook for him? What was the point of the psychic reading if it was only meant to misdirect us? I think Rebecca as a character deserved a lot better than a relationship with a stranger that was rushed to its conclusion in the last fifteen minutes.

As for Ted's ending, that was the most surprising and disappointing to me of all. I didn't need him to be with Rebecca (really, I didn't. I've been prepared since the beginning for Tedbecca never to happen), I just needed him to be happy and surrounded by his chosen family. So why did Jason play Ted as if he was deep in the depths of a depression? Why did he show practically no emotion the whole episode? Why did they decide his "happy ending" should be coaching little league soccer, when Rebecca literally offered him a solution where he would be able to stay in England and bring both Henry and Michelle to London to live a good life? I just don't understand why Ted didn't even consider that as an option??? Like having Rebecca say "you've already made your decision, haven't you?" keeps us from ever hearing or understanding what Ted's reasons were, and as an audience member, that really upsets me. And don't even get me started on Ted not attending Beard's wedding! (A wedding I never wanted to see in the first place, and honestly makes me sick to my stomach, because why set up the idea that multiple people are aware that the relationship is toxic and abusive, only for Beard to end up with her in the end?)

Anyway, those are probably more thoughts than you wanted, but there you are!

#ted lasso spoilers #rebecca welton #ted lasso

[anna-hawk]

I said it on my comment, but I’d like to say here too…

CONGRATS ON FINISHING TEACH & DEPUTY!! Thank you for giving us that gem.

Aaaaaaw, thank you so much, Amaya!! 🥹🧡 This means the world to me. You know how much I struggled with this fic and why and your constant reminder that not finishing it wasn't me failing really helped me a lot. I honestly stopped thinking about it for good a few months ago, deciding to leave it the way it was. Neither abandoned nor continued, just there. They were together, everything was pretty much resolved, so it was okay.

But then I listened to a song while driving, which one I couldn't even say, but something in the lyrics triggered a thought process that made me take the decision to shorten the plot and "get to the point". I even removed a chapter from the total count, but I ended up writing so much anyway that I still cut it in half to have a similar word count to most of the previous chapters. I wanted to tell you so badly, like I always do when I need to ramble about what I write, but as I told you, I was too scared that I'd give up again before the end, so I didn't say anything.

Lemme tell you, I am so incredibly happy and relieved that I managed to finish it, and a bit proud too 😊. Now I just hope that if anyone was still waiting for it, they'll enjoy it.

#darlingshane #asked and answered #finding this in my inbox made me so happy 🧡😭

[snorkling-in-sodasea]

A Thought That Came To Me

You know, I think I came up with two concepts for myself when it comes to character portrayal. The Pink Diamond Effect and the Stolas Geotia Effect. And I'll be more than happy to explain more into that. (Warning, though, if I rant here and there. Kinda of spontaneous as I write down opinions and all that) (Another warning, Stolas lovers should stay out of this one)

So I felt like watching Helluva Boss videos on youtube. I would come across Steven Universe ones, too. And I noticed something kinda peculiar about Steven's mom, especially when I compared her to Stolas. Both the gem woman and the demon owl man are exact opposites in character protrayal.

Rose Quartz/Pink Diamond was initially this big force of goodness, who couldn't do anything wrong and was thoroughly, absolutely perfect. The most to mistakes we would hear about is from Greg and, even then, it made Rose Quartz/Pink Diamond more, well, human. (And now that I think about it, did Greg ever find out that he had a child with a diamond? Like, before Steven was born or was it at the same time as everyone else?)

But then the series would go on to reveal how awful Steven's mother was, over and over again. Like I heard from Sarcastic Chorus, was there anyone Pink didn't traumatize when she met them? And really, the main series was already enough to pound in how demonized Pink Diamond is. I'm not sure if much people can keep in mind the good that she did do before being, well, gone for good.

Yeah, Pink Diamond foolishly thought that her family would be discouraged by her death and then be happy that she's gone, had left behind Spinel, and we're not touching all the shit between her and Pearl. But she was the only one to see value in organic life and fought to defend Earth. And the thing is, Earth was her first planet so she likely never saw any planets up close that would still have life on it. So I would like to believe that she's the kind of person who would instantly love whatever her planet is as it is and would fight to defend it. She did it in a way that wasn't rocking the boat too much, up until she did it in a way that ended up overturning the boat. But she at least never realized that and, compared to the other diamonds who just get a weirdly-constructed turn from evil to good, Pink Diamond had a more natural turn from evil to good.

Then there's Stolas. At the start of the series, Stolas was just a closeted gay who discovered a new source of elation and wanted it. Badly. He wanted it so badly that he chose when Blitz was currently being shot at so that Stolas could talk to him. So that Blitz couldn't exactly say 'no' the arrangement presented. Then Stolas gets the bright idea to distract his daughter from the troubles at home by inviting the most painfully physical reminder of the troubles at home as bodyguards and spend a good chunk of the day graphically flirting with Blitz right where Octavia can see and hear it. Even after they made up, Stolas kept focused on sleeping with Blitz (Just because Stolas promised to never leave Octavia for Blitz doesn't mean it can't leave a bad taste in one's mouth if Stolas continues to screw around with Blitz even after his daughter exploding with built-up frustration at Loo Loo Land). And Stolas kept up the baby talk and demeaning names to Blitz until the second to last episode decided that he loves loves the imp for some reason.

Season 2 starts and the show pretends so damn hard that Stolas was never an asshole who just wanted imp dick. Now Stolas is all of a sudden a sensitive, lonely woobie boy who was forced to marry a horrible, abusive girl against his will and has always loved Blitz since first seeing him. And now, whenever anyone tries holding him accountable for anything anymore, it's either by Stella or Striker - antagonists and/or villains who are meant to not be in the right anyways - or by Octavia or Blitz, who are made out to be tragic cases that will resolve itself in an episode's time anyways. In Blitz's case, he'll likely ignore the problem just like how Stolas does, even if it's the opposite way from how Stolas likes to ignore problems. (Although the show itself seems to be doing that. And ironically enough, I would have just been fine with the show if Blitz and Stolas just remained what they were before: mutual assholes to each other, especially if the series was supposed to be episodic)

Long story short, Rose Quartz/Pink Diamond started as an undeniably good person who was beloved by all but then got demonized more and more and more as the show went on. (And seriously, the movie and the sequel series didn't relent on that, either. At fucking ALL). But with Stolas, he started out as an asshole only for the show to eventually start pretending that he never was. And I'm certain the show will keep pounding it in that idea of Stolas being a poor woobie as it goes on

So I'm calling the whole thing, respectively, the Pink Diamond Effect and the Stolas Geotia effect but if anyone has any other ideas, go ahead and tell me. It'll be fun seeing your ideas on what to call it

#helluva boss #stolas #steven universe #pink diamond

[prompty-ping]

Hello! Could I have some writing advice, please? I'm trying to write a scenario where Person A said something unintentionally hurtful about Person B. What are some things that Person A could've said that they either don't mean, or didn't know that it would hurt Person B?

Okay. I've been thinking for a long time about this post, I have to admit.

First, consider Character A and B's relationship. Where are they emotionally? Are they a couple, are they friends, are they siblings? If so, is their relationship generally good or unstable?

Next, consider the situation. What is it at this point in the story (ie. Are they generally stable, but they're currently in a fight right now?). These things will affect who says what and why. What exactly is the context of Character A saying this thing? Is character A being an asshole, or is B, or are they both? Were they in a bad mood? Was this a complete misunderstanding? Was this argument orchestrated by someone else?

Now, consider "unintentional". Did character A say something that was generally well known about Character B, but Character B doesn't want to hear? Does Character A say something that they know would hurt B's feelings, and gossiped about it with someone else, whether maliciously intentioned or not? Did Character A burst out a mean thing during an argument in the heat of the moment? Was it true, but they still shouldn't have said it? Was it not true, but they knew it would hurt B? Or, or— was B wrong? Did they take an innocent remark the wrong way and cause a fight (maybe they were in a bad mood)? Were they behaving badly and A was calling them out on it?

Moreover, consider the reaction. I think what really makes a hurtful thing seem hurtful is the reaction. Character B must obviously be hurt, how do they express this? Do they start crying? Do they shut down? Do they walk away? Do they get angry and hurl insults back? Also should be considered with A: is Character A immediately apologetic, or are they too proud to apologise immediately? Maybe A doesn't want to apologise, because they shouldn't be punished for insisting B should cut out bad behaviour.

Finally, the resolution. How is this resolved? How does this affect their relationship? Does Character A apologise, does B, does someone else intervene, do they have a long talk? Maybe none of the above, and this has ruined the relationship?

Now. What A could've said depends on all of these factors, which is why I would need to know a bit more, but here are some ideas of things they could insult (these are very general, they could be used in a severe argument or a petty one):

Appearance

Personality

Intelligence

Family

An insecurity that B has had throughout the story, that A knows about.

Questioning another character's intentions/real feelings for B.

Implying that B is the cause of the conflict of the story

Some aspect of B's personality that they are in denial of, A points it out without malice, and B has their feelings hurt.

Certain behaviours A doesn't approve of.

Implying B isn't a good person/doesn't put effort into the relationship.

Suggesting that a lot of problems wouldn't exist if B would stop doing a certain action.

Disagreeing with B when they complain about an argument or interaction they've had, insisting they're not as innocent as they're retelling the story.

Calling B out on bad behaviour

Character A is offended by a criticism, and hurls that same criticism at B

A classic, complete misunderstanding. Character A thinks the argument is about this, and B thinks it's about that

Maybe B made a promise, A couldn't keep that promise, and questions their relationship's validity.

These are literally off the top of my head, there are surely more (if people would like to suggest, do so in the comments), you need to decide what goes best with your dynamic.

-M

#writing tip #writing aid #writing help #writing #writerblr #writers community

[finsterhund]

So our neighbor drove us to the car and it was nowhere near as badly stuck as I thought. It wasn't even a "ditch" he just drove off the plowed area. Literally he just drove off the plowed area. No ditch. Here I thought he went down like a ten foot drop or something. Nope. He drove off the road at a place that in the summer would be an empty grassy field next to and level with the road but because it's winter there was some piling of snow there. So I'm thinking "alright give me an hour"

But then I didn't even get a minute before he decided to give up on having it be dug out and made me leave it. I'm actually pissed off about that. All I needed to do was break some ice with the metal shovel and dig away a couple meters lengthwise of five feet deep of snow away from the back wheels and then he could have backed out. Maybe I'd have to dig some of the front free. Maybe I'd have to dig a space in the front free to push. Maybe. But nooooOOOOOooOOooooo 😞

He got money to help him out afterwards so in the end the issue is being resolved but I'm just so pissed off at how he just didn't want to bother (and a couple of random dudes in a pretty shiny new but ultimately flimsy looking designer truck who drive past agreed with him) were like "you're never gonna get that out" motherfucker I could have done it. And then that money he got to pay for the tow truck he could have given to me as reparations for giving him extra money each month. In our neighbor's car he was going on about how he paid the internet so he couldn't afford to pay his phone bill and I'm just sitting here thinking like "where the fuck did the money I gave you for the internet bill go?????"

I spent more time getting prepared to go out to dig the car out than I did digging it out. I made a basic pack with a sweater in case my jacket got too hot and shit. I asked another neighbor to borrow their snow shovel so that he could have maybe helped me dig. Gah.

Idk maybe I'm just built different but it wasn't that bad and I'm mad we're wasting hundreds of dollars getting a tow truck and they'll have to put up those stupid things to close the lane which also costs money and shit. When I could have just dug it out. Because it wasn't in a ditch at all. It's like digging out your own driveway because the snowplow doesn't take the snow from your driveway. I digress. Maybe I'm wrong and it's totally stuck and can't move and there's too much snow to dig out. My body is literally made to work under these conditions and only these conditions.

I suppose I should be grateful I get to rest and didn't have to work but maybe I just have a better work ethic than people give me credit for. Who fucking knows. I'm tired and I didn't even get to do anything I'm just tired because I'm depressed and miserable and understimulated.

Also Canada post stopped delivering yesterday because "it's too cold" man what in the fuck. "Too cold" 😒 I should try to force people to accept my "too hot" as a valid excuse when it's summer and I'm at a serious risk of heatstroke then. How come people who can't handle the cold get to be big babies but everybody is an asshole to me for not being able to handle heat? If I have to have one more person be weird about how I'm wearing shorts this season I am going to lose it. My body is hotter than the surface of the fucking sun do you think I would be wearing shorts this time of year if I DIDN'T prefer it? Do you think someone is forcing me to wear shorts? Aashhjhghhhhhhhh

Time to go lie down and try to calm down time I guess

#text post #negative #long post

[dreamlessinparis]

Refreshing Bliss

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: When a heat wave becomes too much, Bucky finds a way to cool down his lovers and heat them up.

Warning: no plot, just smut, pool sex, dirty talk, explicit language, Bucky and Steve in a pool, fluff, pet names, 18+

If you're a minor, DNI

Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)

A/N: Okay I know I said I'd have this up before the weekend was up and it's now Wednesday, I suck 🙈 haha I'm sorry this took longer than anticipated, but I really hope you like it @thefallenbibliophilequote and it quenches your pool needs😘😊 all mistakes are my own.

You could literally feel the sweltering heat through the glass window you were standing in front of. The heatwave was drastically getting worse and nothing was helping. The inner pool was under construction and the outdoor pool was still being built. Why Tony hadn’t built that with the rest of the compound you would never know. 

Alas despite the high-tech facilities of the place, the AC was having technical issues and in the midst of Tony fixing them, the whole compound was slowly melting. Everyone was down to their skivvies and aside from ogling eyes, there wasn’t any touching. It was too hot to even think about. Which was impossible to fathom considering who you were dating. 

Bucky and Steve had become a permanent fixture in your life since the night of your catastrophic mission. The fear of losing you had caused them to reveal their true feelings and they were ecstatic that you reciprocated them.  Truly you couldn't have been happier and that happiness only grew from there. But recently you were avoiding them, those two ran hotter than the average person and in this heat, it was unbearable to deal with. 

"Bunny?" Steve's voice pulled you away from your thoughts and you looked over your shoulder. He looked absolutely delectable, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts that hung dangerously low on his hips. His sculpted chest was beaded with sweat and your mouth watered at the thought of running your tongue over all the hard planes. 

"Hmm?" you hummed, turning to face him fully. "What's up Steve?"

Your eyes remained glued to his glistening pecs and he chuckled softly.

"Eyes up here bunny," Steve began to walk towards you and you backed away until your bare back was pressed against the heated glass. Your eyes reluctantly broke away from his chest, and widened at the intense look in his eyes.

"Steve, no," you said, placing your hands on his chest, keeping him from coming any closer. The muscles jumped at your touch and you couldn't help the moan that escaped you. 

"No?" His eyebrow cocked, challenging your willpower.

You tried your hardest to gain your resolve, shaking your head slowly. "No Steve, it's too hot." 

"We can make it hotter. Come on, sweetheart, you've been avoiding us for well over a week and we miss you," he said, leaning to place soft kisses on your neck. Your arms buckled slightly, allowing him to take a step closer. His lips brushed over a sensitive spot, causing you to sink your nails into the skin of his pecs. 

The groan he let out rumbled through your body and the next thing you knew, he had you pressed hard against the glass and his smoldering body. His thigh found its way between your legs, your shorts barely a barrier. Your hips rocked subconsciously, needing to relieve the ache that had been plaguing you for too long. 

“Steve,” you whimpered, his thigh pressed harder against your core, and your head fell back against the glass with a thud. 

“Yes?” he mumbled into your soft skin. 

“It’s too hot,” you argued weakly, as his warm hand slid underneath your halter top, and cupped your breast. You arched into his touch and for a moment, you thought about saying fuck it and letting him have his way with you. 

But even the pleasure of his body, couldn’t bypass the rising heat, sweat clinging to your skin. It was sticky and hot, but not in a good way. You were getting too irritated to enjoy any of it and Steve felt it, pulling away with a huff. 

“We have to do something about this heat,” he complained, “I can’t keep watching you in these barely-there outfits and not fucking you against every surface.”

You laughed, knowing he was completely right. The heat was going to be the death of everyone in this compound if Tony didn’t figure out a way to make the AC work better.

“I know, Steve. It’s not easy for me either. Watching you and Bucky half-naked, working out in those shorts. It’s torture.” you whined, tossing your hands up in the air in frustration. Steve groaned as the movement caused your breasts to bounce; he adjusted himself, sitting on the bed in a huff. 

Bucky walked in, hair clinging to his face, sweat dripping. He had just finished an outdoor workout with Sam and looked in need of a cold shower. The thought seemed to quickly dissipate as he took in the sight of you still leaning against the glass. The look in his eye told you that he wanted so badly to nail you against it but unlike Steve, he understood that the heat was killing you as much as it was him. Even his metal arm was warm to the touch. 

“Hi Buck,” you smiled, greeting the brunette man. Bucky couldn’t help but smile back. His smile lit up his whole face and it made your heart happy, knowing you could make him so carefree and warm. He thought he was lucky to have you but it was just the opposite. You knew though that god if he couldn’t touch you for another day or two, he was going to lose it. 

“Hey doll, how are you doing?”

“Hot, Buck. She’s hot, we’re all fucking hot and I’m going to lose my mind,” Steve ranted, throwing himself back onto the bed. Bucky chuckled at his frustration, even though he could relate. 

“Thank you, Steve. I hadn’t realized how hot it was,” Bucky joked, walking between the two of you to the set of drawers and grabbing a clean pair of boxers. He dropped his shorts to the ground and your jaw dropped with them. His firm asscheeks were taunting you and you just wanted to bite one. You strayed your glance up to the muscles of his back, moving fluidly under his skin as he walked to the bathroom. He was absolutely a work of art, they both were.

“I’m going to take a shower and then I’ll tell you guys about the idea I had for saving us from the heat,” Bucky continued, turning slightly to face you both. With what can only be considered herculean strength, you focused solely on his face and nowhere lower. “Actually, why wait. You two start packing, I’m taking you on to a surprise location.”

Neither you nor Steve moved, eyeing him warily. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

“With a pool and great AC,” he finished and the two of you jumped into motion. Chuckling, Bucky entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him as you and Steve rushed to pack. 

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The house was in a secluded neighborhood a few miles from the compound. It was a two-story cabin-style house, build near the edge of a mountain; the closest neighbor had to be at least a couple miles away if not more. 

You climbed out of the cool car and were immediately slapped in the face by the humidity. Debating for a moment whether you were going to climb back in or make a run for the front door, you decided on the latter. Snatching the keys out of Bucky’s hand, you ran.

“Oh yeah, doll, that’s nice. It’s not like we’re hot or anything.” Bucky quipped, pulling your suitcase out of the back and reaching in for his. 

You ran backward for a moment as you responded, “I know you’re hot, James. That’s why I’m dating you,” and with a smirk on your face, you winked before making your way inside 

It felt like heaven inside, the coolness licking across your skin and making you shiver. Shiver! You couldn’t the last time you shivered. Doing a happy dance, you spun in a quick circle in excitement, taking in the stunning house you were in. 

The open layout of the first floor allowed you see out the back window to the glistening pool. A beautiful, welcoming, infinity pool with a killer view of the mountainscape and the towns below. Your feet carried you through the house, taking in the rustic decorations and the wide, open kitchen, before padding up the stairs. 

There were so many doors, you didn’t know which one to look in first but the open door at the end of the hall did seem quite promising. You heard the boys downstairs with the luggage, Steve noting how nice it felt in here. Leaning over the railing, you waved down at them.

“Hi Bunny, did you find the bedrooms?” Steve asked an air of excitement in his tone. 

“Bucky, whose place is this?” you questioned, ignoring your boyfriend’s horniness for the time being. You were playing with fire and you knew it but sometimes you preferred Steve a little riled up. Brought his Captain voice out and you got turned on just thinking about it. 

“It’s mine, doll,” Bucky answered, coming up the stairs with the luggage, “I bought it a few months ago but they were renovating parts of it and they finished everything up yesterday.”

He walked past you towards the open door and you trailed behind him. You were on a mission and it involved the bed. The room was so spacious that the California king looked smaller than it was. You were about to go jump on the bed, when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the brick wall that Steve called his torso. 

“Uh uh, Bucky and I are going to go for a dip first, since you were so eager to run from us earlier. It’s our turn to run from you,” Steve’s velvety baritone filled your ears. You let out a needy whimper as you tried to grind back into him. His grip on you was too tight for you to even wiggle your hips. 

Bucky came up and gave you a light kiss. “Be a good girl, and get your swimsuit doll. We’ll be downstairs waiting for you.”

Steve released you and you did as you were told, hoping you’d be rewarded thoroughly. 

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Bucky was leaning against the wall of the pool, arms resting on the ledge, head resting backwards. Steve was coming out of the water from his lap when the sliding door opened and both pairs of eyes whirled onto you. The bikini you wore left very little to the imagination and you had bought it on a whim, never thinking you’d wear it. 

However, it was the one that Steve had packed and the only other option was to come down nude. Water droplets clung to Steve’s body like little gems as he began to climb out. He held his hand out to you, pulling you in for a chaste kiss before he headed towards the deep end, doing a backflip into the pool, splashing your legs.

The water was so refreshing and despite how welcoming it looked, swimming was not your thing. You gently lowered yourself to the concrete, sliding your legs into the liquid euphoria. It felt blissful and you thought about going all the way in, but you were over the deep end, and the thought of your feet not touching the ground, freaked you the fuck out. 

Bucky swam over to you, large hands resting on your thighs. 

“You’re not getting in doll?” 

“Swimming’s not my thing,” you replied, shaking your head, “I’ll just wait here patiently, while you guys do your thing.” 

“As pretty as you look perched up there, you’d look even prettier if you were wet,” Steve swam up beside Bucky, placing a kiss on your knee. His fingers trailed up your leg, teasing the edge of your bottoms, “Let me rephrase, wetter.” 

His thumb slipped under them, gliding over your pussy lips and your legs spread wider to give him more access. He rubbed light circles on your clit, as Bucky kissed up and down your other leg. You gasped lightly, eye fluttering shut as you tilted your hips forward. 

Steve increased his speed and Bucky switched between kisses and light nips. You were right on the brink of an orgasm when they both pulled back. Your eyes flew open in shock. The two grinned up at you innocently like they didn’t just edge you.

“If you want more, bunny, you’re gonna have to get in,” Steve taunted, wiggling his fingers at you. 

“Steveee,” you pouted, kicking your legs out to splash him. He shook his head, swimming backward away from you. Bucky sensed your hesitation, squeezing your thigh reassuringly.

“We just want you to have fun with us doll. How about you get in and I carry you around? I promise I won’t let you drown.”

His gray blue eyes were sincere as his hands came to rest on your waist, tugging you light forward. Your hands shot out, gripping his shoulders as you allowed him to pull you in. The contrast of the cold water to the hot air raised goosebumps all over your body. Your arms slid loosely around his shoulders as you became fully submerged. Legs wrapped around his slender waist, you clung to him like a koala. 

You were safe in his arms and you knew it, allowing your body to relax. Tilting your head back, you submerged your hair, letting it float behind you like a mermaid. Bucky’s metal hand held you up by the ass, and he used his other arm to maneuver over to the corner where Steve waited. 

You ran your fingers through Bucky’s wet hair as you enjoyed the glide of the water on your skin. They were right, it felt so nice, but it was even nicer being carried around. Noticing that you were in what would be considered the shallow end, you were surprised to see that even with Bucky’s feet touching the ground, the water came up to his biceps. The pool was definitely not built for people who couldn’t swim or were shorter than 6ft, that was for sure.

Steve traced up your spine, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck so that he could kiss you. The kiss was dirty and obscene, making you roll your body, grinding on Bucky’s abs. Steve’s hard cock was pressed against your ass and Bucky rocked his own hard-on against you to create some friction. Steve’s tongue tangled with yours, his grip shifting to your hair, grabbing a hard handful.

You moaned into his mouth, arching forward, your chest cresting out of the water. Bucky licked a path from the valley of your breasts to your collarbone, before biting his way back down. He nuzzled in between your breasts, placing open-mouthed kisses along the skin.

Since you were pressed so snugly between the two supersoldiers, Bucky felt comfortable enough to slide his metal hand up your torso to meet his flesh hand. Cupping your boobs, he kneaded them roughly, enjoying the way you rolled your body in response. His thumbs hooked to the cloth triangles, moving them to the side, as your breasts popped free of their confines. 

Steve’s hand stayed in your hair as he pulled away to give you both a chance to breathe. He shifted his focus to your neck, using your hair to rotate your face to the side giving him better access. His teeth grazed over the delicate skin, drawing a soft mewl out of you. Bucky’s lips wrapped around your nipple, licking and sucking hungrily before his teeth bit down gently and gave it a tug.

“Bucky, fuck.. just like that,” you moaned, eyes rolling into the back of your head in pleasure.

His metal hand toyed with the other breast, running his thumb over the nipple, hardening it. He pinched it, rolling it between his fingers. His eyes rolled up to look at you and he moaned at the expression of pure ecstasy on your face. The vibrations felt so good and combined with Steve’s assault on your neck, it made you grind your hips harder. 

You could feel the coil tightening when Steve’s hands fell to your waist as he guided you and Bucky to the pool wall. He helped Bucky shift his hold on you, hooking his arms under yours, hands gripping the edge of the pool wall. He then spread your legs wide enough for Bucky to step between them. Steve reached into Bucky’s trunks and grabbed ahold of his dick, pumping him. 

Bucky was now attached to your other nipple, and Steve’s hand made him moan again. His hips bucked and Steve groaned, using his other hand to untie the sides of your bikini. Pulling Bucky out completely, he guided the tip through your swollen folds, coating him in your slick. 

Bucky released your nipple with a pop, burying his head in your neck as Steve lined him up with your pulsing entrance. You moaned loudly as Bucky slid in, the burn of the strength had you digging your nails into both of their biceps.

“You’re so fucking tight, doll. I don’t know if I’m gonna fit,” Bucky grunted, into your neck.

“Oh we’re gonna make it fit, Buck,” Steve growled, “Our girl’s been deprived too long, she needs to be filled to the brim.”

“Don’t stop, Bucky. I can take it,” you begged, head falling back as his hips jerked, inching deeper.

Steve stroked Bucky’s hair as the brunette rocked his hips slowly, the pain turning quickly to pleasure. Bucky kissed your neck, then along the edge of your jaw before capturing your lips. 

Steve gripped Bucky’s ass, guiding him to go faster, watching as each hard thrust made your tits bounce. You felt so full, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked you hard. The feeling was so good, the cool water licking along your heated skin, waves caused by the rhythm of Bucky’s movements. 

“How’s that feel Bunny?” Steve asked, stroking himself languidly. He had pulled his trucks off and they were now floating beside Bucky’s on the water. 

Bucky’s growls were low in your ear and the sound of them was making you throb. The fact that your body was causing this god of a man to fall apart, made you feel far too powerful. Your hand tugged on Bucky’s locks, making him groan and fuck you faster.

“So good, Steve,” you panted, “Buck, right there, baby, right fucking there!” Bucky’s hips angled according to your words, hitting your sweet spot with such ferocity that your climax hit out of nothing. Your toes curled hard as your thighs shook from the intensity of the orgasm and its aftershocks. Bucky’s hips kept going as he fucked you through it, the way you were clenching around him made him cum shortly after. He groaned as he shot ropes of cum into you, painting your walls. 

The two of you breathed heavily, Buck’s head resting on your heaving chest. As much as Steve enjoyed the show he was getting impatient so grabbing the back of Buck’s neck, he gently pulled him off you. A sad sigh escaped you as his cock slid out of you. Steve’s arm quickly wrapped around your waist, not allowing you to sink. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to fill you in just a moment,” he shushed you, kissing your temple reassuringly. Bucky’s hands worked quickly to rid you of your top, tossing it over his shoulder to join the rest. “Buck, sit on the ledge. Bunny is going to suck your dick, while I fuck her from behind. Isn’t that right baby?”

“Yes, Steve,” you nodded rapidly, excited by the prospect. You were insatiable when it came to these two and they could fuck you unconscious every day of the week, no problem.

Bucky chuckled at your enthusiasm as he pulled himself up on the ledge.  His cock was already semi erect again. Thank god for that serum. 

Steve held you to him, back to his chest, placing light kisses to your shoulder as he waited for Bucky to get situated. Your boys were so careful with you and you loved them that much more for it. He swam forward until you could hold onto Bucky’s thighs, running your hands over the coiled muscle. Buck’s hand stroked your cheek as you looked up at him through your lashes. 

He smiled wide, loving the sight of you in front of him, leaning down to kiss you deeply. Steve held the back of your thighs up, positioning himself before pushing in. 

“I swear nothing compares to this tight little pussy, bunny. I could stay buried in your warmth all fucking day,” Steve said, bottoming out with a swift thrust of his hips. The stretch of him was easier to adjust to after Bucky, but a slight burn still remained.

 Bucky’s lips muffled your sounds of pleasure. You clenched around Steve, your warmth enveloping him and he moaned loudly. His thrusts found a steady rhythm and you whimpered as you separated from Bucky, resting your head on his thigh to collect yourself for a moment. 

It was getting hard to focus, each drive of his hips knocking the breath out of you. Your fingers languidly ghosted over Bucky’s shaft, making him gasp. Needing him to make more noise, you gathered your strength and turned your attention to the gorgeous cock, the red tip angry and weeping. Your fingers enclosed around it, squeezing lightly, a jolt of excitement ran through you when you heard his breath catch. Collecting the gathered droplets of precum on your thumb, you maintained eye contact as you sucked it off, savoring his salty taste. Bucky’s gaze was heated as the anticipation for your next move tightened his whole body.

Your tongue darted out to circle the tip of Bucky’s hardening cock, your hand wrapped around the base, pumping him. Bucky bit back a moan as your lips wrapped around him. Hollowing out your cheeks, you took him further down your throat. Bucky’s hand found the back of your head as he followed the rhythm of your head. 

“Oh you’re driving me nuts,” Bucky panted, “I know you can handle all of me, doll. Come on, just a little more.” he pushed down lightly to guide you further.

The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and you fought your gag reflex as you swallowed him a little further. Your nose nuzzled the coarse hairs at the base of his cock, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes before letting your head come up and sinking back down, bobbing faster. 

Steve began to thrust his hips at a brutal speed, hands digging into your hips, holding you buoyant. He had been dreaming of this moment for weeks now and he was so impatient after watching Bucky fuck you. You moaned making Bucky groan and his grip tightened on your hair.  The slurping noises coming out your mouth, combined with the slapping of water spurred both men on. 

Bucky’s hips began to buck, making you choke a little. You flattened your tongue and relaxed your jaw, allowing him to take control. He thrusted into your mouth, holding your head with both hands. Tears streamed down your cheeks, as lines of spit escaped the corners of your lips. You did your best to breathe through your nose, but it became difficult when Bucky buried himself so far down your throat, holding you there for a moment before pulling back. 

His grip eased on your hair allowing you to wrap your hand around his cock, pulling it free from your mouth with a pop, gasping a little. The way your face was flushed, drool and precum all over your chin, light gasps falling from your lips, you looked absolutely cockdrunk and Bucky almost came at the sight of you. He ran his thumb along your bottom lip and you kissed it sweetly, making him smile. Steve took that moment to roll his hips, angling them to sheathe deeper in you.

“Ah shit Steve,” your mouth fell open, gasping as Steve hit the spot that makes you see stars. You clung to Bucky’s thighs as the power of Steve’s ruts, made your breasts hit against the pool tiles. You were a whimpering mess, eyes rolling in the back of your head as you chanted Steve’s name. Steve’s hips slamming against yours harder and harder.

As pretty as the noises coming from you were, Bucky needed to feel your warm mouth on him again. He placed his thumb on your tongue, pulling it out a bit further before he slapped his cock against it. 

He always felt so good in your mouth, the heavy girth of him stretching your mouth wide. You licked a broad stripe down the shaft, tracing the thick vein. Truly you could spend hours worshiping Bucky’s cock; Steve’s was just as amazing but the breathy noises that Buck made were unmatched. 

Steve bit down on your shoulder, as your cunt gripped him snugly. Bucky’s cock twitched against your tongue, you could tell he was close, so you took him back in your mouth, deep throating him to the best of your ability. His eyes slid shut, head lolling back. The feeling was intense; you were stuffed from both ends and your body was overwrought with pleasure. The knot in your stomach was beginning to unravel with every drag of Steve’s veiny cock. 

Steve groaned in your ear, as your orgasm washed over you, feeling your walls pulse.

“Fuck bunny, you’re milking me so good. I’m not gonna last much longer!” The rapid flutters of your silky walls were enough to send him over the edge right after you, flooding you with hot cum deep with each drive of his hips. You screamed around Bucky’s cock, triggering his climax, and his spend shot down your throat. 

Bucky slowly pulled out of you, cradling your head to move onto his thigh as you caught your breath. He leaned back on his hands doing the same. Steve slowly left your warmth, the emptiness making you whimper. He held you carefully shifting you around so you were resting against his chest.  

“I missed you both,” you whispered into his chest. “Can we take a nap now?”

The pair chuckled, as Steve carried you out of the pool, and Bucky wrapped a warm towel around your back. 

“Sure doll, we can nap,” Bucky said, kissing the top of your head.

“And then after we can break in the bed,” Steve stated. 

“And the kitchen,” Bucky added.

“Don’t forget the shower,” you chimed in, sleepily.

“Might as well just ruin the whole house,” Steve laughed, going inside, Bucky sliding the door shut after you.

“Sounds like a plan to me. What do you think doll?”

“Mhmm, great plan. But first, we nap,” you concluded.

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[seeing-you-differently]

Favorite Top Ships ⇢ The Vampire Diaries

#5. Damon/Bonnie

Three Reasons I Ship Bamon

#1. Enemies to Friends to Lovers Trope.

This trope holds a lot of development and is usually a slow burn over many seasons. When they first meet, they dislike or even hate the other. Later though, something happens, the two supposed enemies work together out of necessity and grow closer to one another.

They become close friends after this occurrence, willing to risk their lives for one another. The thing that makes this ship unique and so meaningful, in my opinion, is the moment where they chose to save their friend over a family member or loved one.

Yes, Damon and Bonnie were never lovers or had a romantic relationship of any kind but that doesn't mean I don't see the possibilities the two would have held for each other and how they would have had a great dynamic.

#2 Why Bamon over Delena?

While I have nothing against Damon and Elena together, I always thought that Damon had to live up to this perfect image Elena had of him in her head. With Bonnie, she already knew who he was and didn't make him live up to this image because she saw him for who he was, making him want to be a better person for her.

In his letter, he wrote, "I should be saying this to your face, not writing this letter, but I know if I do, you'll talk me out of running from all my problems." Damon has always been an impulsive person, relying on his heart and emotions to guide him, so he knew if he went to Bonnie, she would be able to talk him out of it and convince him to find another way.

He continues saying, "You're going to make me face a future without Elena. Then you're gonna help make me the best man that I can possibly be. The same way she did. And I'm absolutely terrified of failing you both. So I'm leaving. Because I'd rather let you down once than let you down for the rest of your life." Damon loved Elena, but he couldn't deny that Bonnie made him want to be a better person, just as Elena did. He cared for Bonnie and was afraid that if he stayed, he would only let her down.

#3 Dynamic Over The Seasons

Long before Bonnie meets Damon, she already hated him and formulated her own opinion of him. She cared deeply about Caroline since they were friends, and knowing what he had done to her only strengthened her resolve of hatred towards him.

The first time the two interact ends badly, which is to be expected. Bonnie makes her hatred for him clear and denies giving him the necklace. Damon doesn't like her either since he has always been used to getting what he wants since he became a vampire.

In season two, the duo finally becomes allies, although begrudgingly, to save Elena, leading them into a, albeit slow, growing friendship, which is shown when Damon refuses to leave Bonnie at the island in season four searching for her. When they find each other, they share their first hug.

The best moment that many people believed they shared was in season six, when they were trapped in the prison world. The two of them had to rely on each other, being the only people around, and begin opening up to one another and becoming close friends, depending on each other.

When they found a way out of the prison world, Bonnie gave it up, choosing to save Damon and leave herself stranded with Kai. Damon was, of course, distraught over this and wanted to find her, always having hope she was alive.

The reuniting was a sweet moment. Out of all the people Bonnie chose to see first when she came back, she chose Damon. She decided to make pancakes, something he made for her when they were in the prison world. When Damon saw her, he was in disbelief, and the two shared a big hug, happy to see the other finally.

When Elena is trapped in a supernatural coma, Damon is given a chance to get her back when Bonnie gets severely injured. The choice he made, though, was to save her, something he wouldn't have done before in an earlier season, even if it meant he would not see Elena.

Damon has always been an impulsive person, so it wasn't that surprising when he chose to desiccate until Elena woke up. He had everything planned out the goodbye and all the letters, but the thing he didn't count on was Bonnie coming and waking him up.

After this, their friendship was rocky. Bonnie was hurt with Damon leaving her without saying goodbye and only leaving her a letter, something she did not read. It was only when she later became the huntress that she forgave him. When she was attacking him, he realized he would not kill his friend and chose to tell her how much he admires and cares for her.

The two don't share many big moments after this and hold a strong and close relationship the rest of the season. The relationship the two had held many bumps, and it felt realistic. They were enemies, allies, then becoming friends, bonding in the prison world. The two chose one another over themselves and others and held a relationship many would hope to have.

Someone honest. Someone who doesn't make you become a better person but instead helps you, who makes you want to be one for them. They are the one person who you can rely on when you need help. Even if they annoy you almost all the time, you're okay with being with them forever.

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