#idk instead of her just disappearing and never being mentioned again

[echofades]

You’re fine. No, you’re fine. - DEAD TO ME | 3.05 | We Didn’t Think This Through

#dead to me #deadtomeedit #judy x michelle #wlwgif #wlwsource #judy hale #michelle gutierrez #dead to me spoilers #photoset #they're so soft :(( #and they deserved more #I mean I get it they were on different paths and the end was always just going to be jen and judy #but I wish we'd seen michelle finding out what happened at the end or something #idk instead of her just disappearing and never being mentioned again #anyway they have no right being this sweet and I'm glad they had this

[cwc-emoji-pluck]

Hey,

may I request these three emojis for the event?

🌈⚡️🐸

Hope you're having fun with this!

~ Flurry

member: minghao x fem!reader

genre: fluff, light angst, percy jackson au <3

word count: 1488

warnings: mentions of sword fighting, swearing, y/n 'slaps' minghao on the shoulder but it's not like. bad or anything its like a playful smack to the shoulder, and also jokes about y/n playfully !!! hitting chan and hansol (they're besties pls don't worry) also cheol smacking joshua's shoulder? idk there is a lot of shoulder smacking going on

emojis requested:

🌈 - rick riordan’s world of percy jackson; seventeen are demigods in modern times ⚡️: a campground in the woods where it is common for people to suddenly disappear after swimming in the believed-to-be haunted lake  🐸 - Minghao

author's note: hahahaha i have no idea what i'm doing,,,it's been so long since i posted something school has just been...honestly it's not that bad i just don't have the energy to write a lot bc in between classes i take naps so :) also hello flurry it's been so long </3 i hope you are doing amazing and i apologize for taking 10000 years lmao pls enjoy !! (also thanks to my bestie @gallivantingheart for beta reading ily)

my main blog: @wonwooslibrary

Y/N ran across the field away from her home cabin and towards the volleyball court where her two best friends sat. “He’s gone.” 

Mingyu and Seokmin, sons of Zeus and Apollo respectively, look over to Y/N. 

“Who?” Mingyu asks. 

“Minghao, he’s gone. The last time I saw him was when he said he was going to the lake. I told him not to go and that it would be safer if he went with someone but of course he didn’t listen to me.” 

Seokmin’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah. Soonyoung said he wasn’t at archery today and Chan said he hasn’t seen him since before he went to the lake. Junhui saw him on his way to the lake, but didn’t see him come back.” 

Mingyu hummed. “Did he actually like,” he gestured with his hands a bit. “Go in the water?” 

“I’m not sure. The last I heard from him was that he was going to the lake. He wasn’t in his cabin, either.” 

Y/N wasn’t going to tell her best friends that they never actually went to the Hecate cabin, and instead asked one of Minghao’s bunk mates if they had seen him. The Hecate cabin freaked Y/N out. 

“He can’t be too far, and I doubt he would willingly get in the water knowing the rumors. Maybe he’ll show up again at dinner tonight?” Seokmin suggested. 

Yeah. Maybe.

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Later, the three friends, along with their recent Capture the Flag winner, Seungcheol, son of Ares, God of War, walked to the dining pavilion. Seungcheol was a good friend to the group, usually acting as a strong father figure to the others, but definitely wasn’t afraid to let loose, something that his father clearly lacked in. 

Being the worry wart she was, Y/N, of course, asked Seungcheol if he had seen her boyfriend. 

“I saw him yesterday around,” he looked up as if he was rolling his eyes. “Noon? Maybe one?” 

Y/N sighed. “I just hope nothing happened to him.”

“I’m sure he’s fine. Don’t worry---it’s Hao, he can get himself out of everything.” 

Minghao didn’t come to dinner, and that’s when Y/N started to freak out.

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Minghao was a wonderful boyfriend, that was obvious. Of course, it was even more obvious to Seokmin, Mingyu and Seungcheol, as well as Y/N’s other two friends, Hansol and Chan, when Minghao came up to them a couple of days previous to his “disappearance”. 

“Guys, could you help me with something? And not tell Y/N about it?” Minghao pulled his capture-the-flag teammates to the side and pulled off his helmet. Looking around, he made sure nobody else was hiding around them to get them out of the game. 

“You want us to keep a secret from Y/N?” Seungcheol sighed. “Whatever it is, it’s a bad idea.” 

Seokmin and Mingyu, ever the worried friends, quickly agreed with Seungcheol. 

“No, no, no,” Minghao started. “Hear me out before you say no.” 

“Well, get on with it then.”

“I want to set up a date with Y/N. I know that she hasn't been having a good past few weeks and I want to make her feel better.” 

Seokmin nodded. “And what do you plan on doing for her?”

“Well,” Minghao moved his sword from his right hand to his left. “I want to set up a picnic in the strawberry fields, but I don’t want Y/N to try and find me. Would you be able to keep my whereabouts a secret after I see her tomorrow?” 

Hansol, who was silent up until now, spoke up. “I’m down, just don’t send her after us. I don’t want to get beat for lying to her.” 

Chan quickly nodded his head --- it looked painful to Minghao. “I second that, have you ever been hit by Y/N? It hurts!” 

“I guess I agree,” Seungcheol said after patting Chan on the shoulder. “Just don’t come up with a lie that gets us into trouble.”

“Why did he think it was a good idea for his excuse to be the lake? That might just have been the stupidest thing that has ever come out of Minghao’s mouth.” 

Seokmin quickly agreed with Hansol’s statement. “Yeah, seriously. I’m almost worried that Y/N will throw herself into the lake in order to find him.” 

The two, who were sitting out front of the Demeter cabin, waiting for Junhui to come out, complained. 

“I certainly would have to agree,” Junhui scared the two as he opened the door to his cabin as quietly as he could. 

“Jeez Junnie! A little warning would be nice.” Seokmin put his hand on his chest. 

Junhui laughed. “By the way, Seokkie, you shouldn’t have to worry too much. Y/N is supposed to be led to the strawberry fields soon anyway.” 

“Who is taking her there again?” Hansol looked at Junhui who still stood behind the two. 

“I think it’s Jeonghan. You know how much Y/N trusts every word out of his mouth.” 

Seokmin scoffed. “Yeah, he’s the first person whose words I would believe without a second thought."

As Seokmin said that, Joshua and Seungcheol walked over to join the group, their sword fighting practice having ended just minutes before. 

“Hey Shua, Cheol, how was practice?” Hansol asked the two oldest. 

“It was good,” Joshua started. “I’m not sure how I feel about Chan asking if he could join us. You know how competitive he is, and with Cheol there, I got scared.” 

Junhui smiled. “Ah, Chan, he’s always so excited to learn and improve.” 

“Yeah, but it’s better when he’s getting his ass kicked by Y/N rather than Cheol. Even if he loses to Y/N, she still goes easy on him. Cheol just goes all out.” 

“Hey! You know I wouldn’t hurt Chan!” Seungcheol smacked Joshua’s right shoulder. “But speaking of Y/N, she’s being led by Jeonghan out to the fields right now.”

“Why are we going this way? I thought you were taking me to the lake so I could look for Minghao?” 

“Just---hang on, okay? I want to show you something, it’ll be really quick and then we can look by the lake again.” 

Y/N sighed in defeat and let herself be dragged by Jeonghan across the camp to the strawberry fields. 

“Why are we here? It’s starting to get dark.” 

“Well, look at the field.” 

As Jeonghan said that, Y/N turned towards the fields, and there stood her boyfriend, flowers in his hand and a picnic blanket at his feet in between the rows of strawberry bushes. The sunset behind him made the sight even more ethereal. 

Covering her mouth with her hand, Y/N gasped. “No…” She looked to the side to see Jeonghan’s reaction, only to see the tree that he was leaning against seconds ago. 

“Minghao? What…is this?” Y/N walked through the little paths, avoiding stepping on the bushes, and stopped in front of her boyfriend. 

“I wanted to surprise you,” He handed the bouquet of flowers over to Y/N. “I know you’ve been struggling with training for your quest and being head counselor. I just wanted to do something nice for you before you stress yourself out too much.” 

Wiping the tears off her face with her left hand, Y/N used her right hand to smack her boyfriend’s shoulder. 

“What the fuck Minghao! How could you do this to me! I thought you died!” 

Minghao backed away from Y/N to avoid getting smacked again, all while holding his now-stinging shoulder. “Why would I have died?” 

“I was told, by your asshole friends, that you went to the lake! Alone! At night!”

“...So they’re my asshole friends now?” Minghao laughed. 

“Yes, they’re your friends! They lied to me! For two days! Friends don't lie!” 

“Awe, babe,” Minghao pulled Y/N to him in a hug. “You know I wouldn’t leave you out of the blue like that. I will always come back to you.”

The following day, Y/N couldn’t stop herself from walking into the amphitheater where Seungcheol and Chan were swordfighting, the rest of the others watching diligently on the sidelines. 

“You!” Y/N yelled, holding her sword up, the point facing Seungcheol, who was disarmed quickly after Y/N caught him off guard. “Why did you convince them to lie to me!” 

“Ha, you see, Y/N-” 

Seungcheol bolted out of the amphitheater as fast as he could, Y/N on his tail.

The others, who were still sitting on the bleachers, looked over at Chan, who just shrugged and picked up Seungcheol’s sword. 

“She requested revenge,” Minghao said from his spot by the door that Y/N and Seungcheol had just ran through. “I promise it wasn’t my idea.” 

Seokmin leaned over to whisper in Hansol’s ear, “Okay, I lied. Minghao’s the last person whose words I would believe without question.”

#caratwritersclub #caratwritersclub two year anniversary #seventeen x reader #seventeen the8 #seventeen minghao #svt fanfic #seventeen fanfic #svt the8 #svt minghao #svt x reader #minghao x reader #the8 x reader #seventeen #svt #svt imagines #seventeen au

[blacky-nikki-art]

The Minotaur Maze Chapter 1 - The White Light The place of action is between Warmind and Forsaken DLCs, if you're wondering.

Eyy... I found a while to finish it, but IDK when the next chapter will be shared.

Yes, my eng is bad. I decided I don't want to be a perfectionist this time and just have fun...?

I love the design of the cover page for this fanfic. It gonna change the color palette depending on the illustration inside. And yes, I wanted the pic had a different style than the art style in my gallery. I hope I won't regret it...

Feel free to ask if you wanna.

The story under

The European Dead Zone, in short EDZ, was one of Iberis-3's favorite places to spend free time. Spring has already begun in the nearby forests and abandoned villages. Everything was in countless shades of green. Plants were blooming like crazy using almost every color that existed.

It was no different in his greenhouse. The virginia creeper growing on the building turned green and grew even bigger. Plants sown sprouted and grew towards the sun, getting longer each day. Iberis that evening was focused on writing notes in notebooks. The light of the lamp on the old table seemed to illuminate the greenhouse, giving a soothing and calm mood to this place.

Eva watched him from above. She was sitting on one of the shelves between stacked with books, notebooks, and other notes. She followed with her pink eye what her warlock was writing down in the notebook.

“Your handwriting is ugly”.

“I know, but no one will ever read it anyway”.

“Never say no,” Eva mocked at him.

"If they do, they're unlikely to be able to do it again, no matter what." He looked up at Eva, stopping writing.

“You should show this to the other warlocks in the Tower. We'll find out if you're right”.

“No.”

“Oh, c’mon! I dare you”!

“NO,” Iberis sounded pissed here.

“Ok, ok…” Eva rolled her eye.

Iberis stretched in his chair. He looked at the plants on the desk. He stretched out his hand towards one of the buds turning slowly from green to white. Exo's hand glowed with white light. It moved like smoke, rising up and gone to nowhere. It was accompanied by small dots that appeared and disappeared every now and then like glitter. Eva, at the sight, rose from the ledge to be able to see better.

Iberis touched the bud gently with his finger. The light moved onto the plant and was drawn inside. A few moments passed and the flower fully bloomed, revealing a snowy white. “Peony?” Eva asked, flying down to him.

“Yes,” Iberis continued to stare at the plant. “You know I like them.”

Eva turned her gaze to a flower like him. They were silent for a moment.

“I think … I think that if you shared your knowledge with others, maybe they would help you,” the little ghost again tried to continue the previously raised topic.

“I've already looked for information in libraries, if was or is there any guard with similar abilities,” Iberis spoke to her after a moment. “There wasn't a single mention. Most are just about the battles, weapons, and discoveries of the Golden Age. Almost nothing about botany. Anyway, even if…” He fell silent.

“Even if?” Eva flew closer.

“What would I say to them?” He looked at her. "Instead of researching something useful like Asher Mir or Osiris, I spend my time on nonsense."

“Nonsense?”

Iberis sighed, trying to collect his thoughts.

“You know people take it a bit like… A womens hobby or something elders… I don't really want the other guardains to see me as some stupid fantasy fairy either. It does not work like that.”

“You're being dramatic again”.

"No." He looked at her. "Until I understand it better, I'd rather keep it a secret."

"I don't think I can convince you," Eva muttered.

"Not today," he laughed at her.

"And you've been playing around with 'you know'”.

“Oh this…” Iberis grabbed his neck. “‘Being Toph’?” He smiled at her.

“YES!” Eva flew up. “This is great! Think if you did that to a titan on a crucible! THAT WOULD BE AWESOME!”

beris laughed again at this, looking away at a nearby flower pot. Something grew in it, but unfortunately it died. Only potting soil remained.

“Look,” Iberis took the pot in his hand. He raised his free hand above the soil in the flowerpot. The same as before happened. The whole hand glowed with white light. The same thing happened with a clod of soil in a pot. After a moment, a pillar of the compacted ground came out of it. "It takes a lot of energy." Iberis lowered his hand. “I don't know what I'm doing wrong”.

''It can be improved …Slowly.” Eva looked at him. “But that big rock in the garden is great. I'm telling you, once you master it, everyone will be shocked!”

“If I master it…” muttered the warlock and lost his enthusiasm. “I don't know how to say it but … This play with plants and soil is terribly tiring,” he put down the pot. “Even for exo, we feel it less than humans and the awakened…”

“I noticed a long time ago. If you spend too much time on it, you sleep more, and you're generally like… I don't even know how to put it. Physically tired? I guess that's the wrong term…”

"I need to take a break before we get back to the Tower. What am I supposed to tell Zavala? I've been taking care of flowers over the days off and I'm tired now?”

“Well, you know… If you told him what YOU'RE doing here, then…”

“I know what you're up to, but my answer is still no.”

“How would you describe it only to ME and no one else? So far, what have you managed to… find,” Eva didn’t give up easily.

“I don’t know. It’s too much. …but I also don't want to be like Asher and his countless books about Vex from Io. I guess only people obsessed like him read it. He probably wouldn't like the way I take notes and why I do it at all. ‘Will this save our galaxy’? I DON'T KNOW”.

“But what would you say to ME? ME!” She flew closer to him as he arranged the books in a pile. The largest was at the bottom and the smallest at the top.

"That I'm not some stupid fairy or boring-beautiful elf who can do magic. I won’t make a whole oak forest out of one acorn. It doesn't work like that and I doubt it ever will.”

“All right, all right. So… What more would you say? It's a really nice start that explains a lot of things but… What's next?”

Iberis put his hands on the desk so that the wood creaked. After a while he began to say: “The light I use is not like the ones used by the guards. Void, arc and solar. Not fit for combat. It's more of a kind of… Booster, battery, 'fast charging'. I can accelerate the growth of the plant and control its appearance or stage of development to some extent, but there are also great limitations to this. If the environmental factors don't match its requirements, then I don't expect good results…”

“Okay, but now say it that everyone understands,” Eva interrupted him because… She no longer understood him.

Iberis-3 sighed. But then he picked up a pot of peonies on the desk.

“Look, it's a peony, from Latin 'paeonia'. A popular garden flower. The Last City is full of them. Peonies like the soil to be so-called 'acidic', 5-6ph, if I remember correctly… Anyway, if I plant it in a different type of soil, it won't bloom even with my support. I can't make it do what I want without providing the conditions it needs." He put the plant back in its place. “Same with fruiting species. I can get them to bloom but they will never bear fruit. I won't pollinate them. That's what wind and insects are for. However, if this happens, I’ll speed up the development of the fruit to maturity. However, I don't do it because fruits taste like paper or has no flavor. I don't know about the nutritional values and if it's not harmful to ordinary people at all, but you know … I'm a robot and a guardian protected by my light,” he spread his hands. “There are so many other things I could talk about for hours”.

"What you said is a nice start," Eva flew closer to him. “What about ‘be like Toph’? "Uh…" He looked at her slightly confused. "I just visualizes it in my head and… This is actually happening somehow. Probably I need to read about the types of soil ‘cuz maybe it also has some meaning …” he pondered. “It was the same with plants. I had fun at the beginning and then … Somehow it just went,” he spread his hands helplessly. Eva looked up at the patched glass roof of the greenhouse. The first stars were already appearing in the sky.

“Sometimes I'd like to ask the Traveler how it terraformed a planet…” Iberis spoke again. “Maybe that would make it easier for me.”

“Have you had any dreams with it lately?”

“Since it was wounded in the Red War, it has been silent. Ikora has exactly the same as she once mentioned.

“Does she know about your dreams?”

“No, and I don't want her to know.”

“Why?”

“BECAUSE NO”.

Eva jumped back abruptly hearing the annoyed voice of her guardian.

“Sorry," Iberis wiped his face by hands. “It just annoys me for so long. Why did the Traveler give me these powers? Why didn't I ask the Speaker about the Traveler when he was still alive? I feel like I'm just wasting all these… Chances."

"Hey, you've already done a lot yourself already." Eva approached him again. "If there really wasn't someone like you before, I don't think they'd help you. You worked it out yourself and you're still working. Remember that you’re a young guardian. I resurrected you for the first time a few years ago. A lot of warlocks with achievements like Ikora or Asher have been around for a hundred or two hundred years. Please, don't be so hard on yourself.”

“Don't get me wrong…” began the white exo. “Someday I’ll tell others about it, but I don't feel like I'm ready for it now or it would it be a good time. I want to understand it better before I do it. Ok?” "Okay," Eva replied. “I'm just worried about you. What if you'll be never ready according to you? What if it's an endless excuse? Your perfectionism and 'what other people will think' will finish you off one day.”

Iberis fell silent and looked at the floor of the greenhouse. It was a good point.

“Hey BeeBee,” Eva flew up to him, nudging him gently on the head. “Go to sleep. You need to rest. I must have tired you too much with this conversation. You've already been working hard in the garden all day.”

Iberis was silent again.

"I have a mess in my head as hell," he finally said.

“Then what are you waiting for? Go to sleep. Now”

#Blacky try write #The Minotaur Maze fanfic #Iberis-3 #Eva #Blacky try draw #Destiny 2

[wearytaco]

Visited by Papa Legba?

So I want to preface this with I am a white (trans) man, I do not practice any sect of voodoo and am aware of the sensitivity around voodoo with people of other cultures, etc. While I grew up Christian I am not any longer and never was associated with Catholicism, I have no particular spirituality but follow closer to New Age than any specific type. And I am confused. I also want to clarify when I say "see" and "hear" in the following text, I mean in my minds-eye, not with my physical eyes/ears.

So a few years back I was visited by a spirit I later googled to be Papa Legba based on colors and vague attributes like cane and hat and such. I don't recall if I was high, meditating, dreaming, or just in a trance state. It was literally years ago. When I learned it was Papa Legba, I got really confused and decided to file it away as a one off and didn't touch it again because I have heard that there is a lot of cultural sensitivity around other cultures engaging in voodoo (idk if that's wholeheartedly true, but I didn't see a need for me to be involved for something that seemed like a one time shenanigan).

Skip ahead to a few months ago and I moved to Botswana, Africa. I recall I was attempting to look into the original religion of the area before colonization and learned about Orishas and Yoruba. I never actually got around to reading the books I downloaded, which I will be rectifying soon.

Recently I saw a video (yeah just a TikTok) about Eshu. The video strangely caught my attention and I ended up actually watching like the whole 3 minutes lol. It was mentioned Eshu was connected with the Orishas/Yoruba. Which reminded me I still have yet to read those books.

Two days ago I had a (sober) trance like experience, which I haven't had in quite a while. First there was this spirit that came. She was speaking with me, she had long dreaded like hair with beads and shells, she was wearing a white dress which almost resembled a dress slip, and she didn't seem good nor evil just neutral maybe leaning chaotic but not a proper chaotic neutral vibe. She also told me she was Haitian, which I found really strange being in Botswana. I don't recall everything we spoke of, but she mentioned she is living in the house with me, calling it "our house". While I don't see her having any ill intentions to me, I do very much get the vibe that if there was something happening to me she would end that threat. I haven't felt her here before, but I also haven't exactly been paying attention to the spirit world lately due to other distractions that have recently left my life.

While speaking with her behind me I heard the name "Eshu" being repeated over and over and over again, getting louder, but never like aggressive. Just something I couldn't keep ignoring.

I turned to look behind me towards my room and when I turned back she was gone. Cliche, in my opinion...

So I went towards my room and then felt the strange urge to use some of my spit to write "Eshu" on the wall of my room. After I had a spirit I hadn't seen in years appeared in the doorway of my room. But when he was trying to speak to me it sounded like he was being drowned out by static. It was like when you are almost on the right radio station so you can hear the song, but you can't hear the lyrics only the static. I tried asking his name because I couldn't remember it as it had been years. At first I heard "Papa" and then after another 5 or so minutes I heard "Legba" (but I legitimately thought I made Legba up and didn't believe that is what I was hearing.) It was so hard to communicate with him and all I recalled was his connection to voodoo.

Strangely, when he disappeared behind me yet again, but not in a doorway, instead near my window, I felt a spirit that called themselves Eshu. I suddenly got really sleepy. Things were clearer, but I was basically told to go to sleep by the spirit and he would give me a message in my dreams. (I remember when I first woke up going, "oh. That was the message" but then I went back to sleep and I have absolutely no idea what I was dreaming of). Before I fell asleep I looked up "Papa Legba" and realized that was his name, and then.... I saw another name in Africa, I believe it said in Nigeria and other countries, he is called Eshu. I am both floored, and really confused. Especially since it felt like two different spirits?

And then last night I felt incredibly nauseous and that was hardly able to stand up right (I am on a medicine for a few weeks now and that unfortunately is a side effect). I got the same urge to write Eshu on the wall in spit, and again at the doorway Papa Legba appeared. But this time clear and not speaking through static. However, I was mostly bent over or on my knees for s lot of the conversation due to the horrid wave of nausea I was experiencing. He offered me a deal of sorts. He asked what I wanted more or less, like we kind of just had a conversation about things I have been wanting (such as confidence, spiritual connection, sexual liberation, things I just wish I could improve upon myself). And then he asked for spit and I was about to give it to him without any thought but then I realized that may be the "handshake" so to say. So I stopped and asked why. He basically confirmed it was an offering. I asked what he wants in return if he's offering to help me with these things. He didn't really have an answer. But he did say he wants me to tell someone something. And I told him I would likely forget what he asked of me (which I have forgotten what he told me to say as predicted lmfao). And a few hours go by and ... Well I know making deals is always risky business but let's just leave it at yeah I ended up making the deal and gave him spit (I just don't understand the spit thing?? I read he likes tobacco, alcohol, and candy??) but it never truly felt like a trick. I know from briefly reading he can be considered a trickster in some circles, and I'm absolutely sure he has his own agenda. But it never felt like he wants any harm to me. In fact it truly felt like the opposite. Maybe I'm just absolutely naive. Very possible. But... I can't explain it. Anyways, after he left the woman appeared again but this time she was behind the static. I know she was saying something but I couldn't hear her not really see her in my minds-eye, but physically I felt I was closer to actually seeing her for a first. I tried for a while but then I apologized and had to walk away from her and go to bed where I felt the sleepy urge and "there will be a message" feeling again. I am truly at a loss from this experience, and since I do not engage in voodoo nor know anyone who does I can't even come close to understanding this situation. And I don't want to enter a spirituality/religion that is culturally defined where I may not be welcomed, either. Honestly I don't have much interest in voodoo other than general curiousity but I have that for most religions and spiritualities. I really would like some guidance. Please?

#reddit #wearytaco #voodoo #hoodoo #papa legba #orisha #orishas #eshu #spiritual #spirituality #transgender #haitian #witch #witchcraft #witchy #papa #legba #spirit #trance #meditation #new orleans #Botswana #africa #nigeria #south #Caribbean #religion #religious #magic #question

[seeyoumondaydevi]

Could you elaborate on why you didn't enjoy season 3 as much as the previous seasons?

Sure :) Few things I wanna say before I get into it. 1) I'm not an articulate person at all. I suck at wording my thoughts well. 2) I'm not saying I didn't enjoy season 3, I'm just saying Season 1 was the show's best in my opinion. 3) No I'm not saying I didn't enjoy season 3 bc of daxton.. if it was all about daxton I wouldn't be saying season 1 was the show's best season 4) I'll be using certain lines from other metas bc they've worded it really well and I'll link it to the original post as well.

I liked season 3 for personal growth. Nalini and Devi's relationship season was amazing this season, especially in episode 9, "How dare you come into my house and talk about my daughter this way" . I really enjoyed Trent and Eleanor as well and Paxton's character... I was so scared going into season 3 that they'd ruin his character for the love triangle drama but they didn't and he thrived outside the love triangle this season.

Now.. onto the things I didn't enjoy/like. Too many new characters who were used as plot devices to move the plot forward. There were so many new characters this season and they all were thrown in for an episode or two and they just disappeared after a couple of episodes. The Lady Whistle boy, anonymous texter / Haley just disappeared after daxton broke up. I didn't like how the anonymous texter was a random new character we've never seen before. There were so many new plots every single episode which didn't excite me. It felt like it was all over the place. Story lines were being raised and then just dropped. It kinda reminded me of disney shows haha (no hate). They kept adding love interests (Margot and Des) to trouble the already existing love triangle which they spent two whole seasons working on only to constantly rival the established relationships (Benvi and Daxton) instead of letting them develop. Fabiola and Aneesa were cute, Aneesa's character had so much potential but they just threw her out. Fabiola went with a randomly added new love interest (Addison) who was in two scenes.. two scenes only. One of the reasons trent and Eleanor are so fun to watch imo is that they're characters who've been there since the beginning. I know realistically people will date people outside of their friend group but this is a show... I wanted to see the characters I already knew. 

Kamala, she didn’t want to get married in s2 because she wanted to focus on her career etc. She also left Prashanth because she felt like he wouldn’t be supportive of her career but her whole plot in s3 revolved around her boyfriend. Like I get it, this season she stood up against Nirmala and moved out etc but idk it just felt incomplete(?). 

Two episodes frustrated me a lot this season. 3x05 and 3x10. 3x05 : Instead of this random thing in school where Devi had to ‘kiss some boy to activate her romantic vibes’ or some shit. Instead of that they could have just focused on Devi working on herself that episode. Paxton made a very valid point about Devi not loving herself. We could have had a scene with her therapist talking about why she thinks she doesn’t “deserve” to be in a relationship with someone.

3x10: The finale.. Devi gets an offer to go to some school in Colorado.. was this ever mentioned in the previous seasons? The build up just wasn’t there. If they had at least mentioned in in the start of the season that would have been fine. The Colorado school was again another plot device to give us some emotional scenes between Nalini and Devi. I did love the scene but the number of plot devices just frustrated me a lot. Instead of giving actual issues like they did in season 1 they only used plot devices this season. I just felt like they had a lot of lazy - poor writing. 

I’ve not completely covered why I didn’t like this season as much as the previous ones and I don’t think I’ve worded it well so yeah.. Thanks for the ask :)

#my asks #nhie #never have I ever #NHIE Netflix #never have i ever netflix #nhie s3 #daxton #Devi vishwakumar #paxton hall yoshida #Fabiola Torres #aneesa qureshi #nalini vishwakumar #maxi pax

[flaringgoosebumps]

Idk Byler and Milkvan intersect so often that it is a tragedy.

If Brenner hadn't forced Eleven to push her powers in the first place causing the gate to open, causing enough chaos for her to escape, she would still be in that lab. If it never happened, Will would've never went missing. If Will didn't go missing, the boys wouldn't have been in the woods looking for him only to end up finding Eleven instead. If Eleven hadn't recognized Will from the photo, their only goal with keeping her around was until they found a place for her to go. No one would've had an idea of how to find Will without Eleven and none of the party would've survived without her at the school. Eleven's disappeared at the same time Will was found. Mike got to shift his focus from looking after her and protecting her, back to Will. He noticed every change Will went through and stood by his side when he could. Worried when he couldn't be there with him. Arguably because he knew because of meeting Eleven that the people he was with were bad people who could hurt him. All the while, not giving up on Eleven throughout her absence, the same way he didn't give up on Will through his. Without Mike knowing Will so well, he wouldn't have known to warn the lab people about the danger they were in and without that, Eleven might not have been motivated to come home. At the snowball idk if this is even worth mentioning but it's interesting that Eleven doesn't come in until Will is already off dancing.

Then, as season 3 it's established that Mike and Eleven run off and abandon the group after short periods of time. Begins with El and Him together and Him having to leave to join will and lumax at the movies as they planned. When the rift between El and Mike begins, he ignores Will almost entirely until Will gets upset. Interesting that with the conflict with Eleven, he didn't know what to do. He didn't follow her, he just watched her leave. He and Lucas went over it but didn't know how to handle it or even why she reacted how she did. But with the conflict with Will, Mike apologized immediately, tried to make it better, immediately. Followed him twice. Physically making the effort to reach Will. Which is strange because right before Will showed he was upset, Mike's only concern was Eleven. And had he hesitated with reaching out to Will, the way he did with Eleven at that moment and continuing to focus on her and not his friendship, they might not have found out about the mindflayer quick enough to help anyone. And being thrown into the line of battle again, rekindled Eleven and Mike sooner than what would have if things were moving at their normal pace because neither reached out to the other within that time. Then, they move. Meaning for the first time ever, Mike has to live without both of them. And season 3 really proved that Mike doesn't know how to balance his individual relationships with them without nearly losing the other. And somehow Mike needed Will's encouragement to tell Eleven he loved her.

The tragedy above all is, pain is there no matter what happens. Imagine how guilty Will could be about how he's in love with Mike, for obvious reasons, but add in the fact that he's only alive because she helped save him more than once, same goes for Mike. And how she never had a chance for a "normal" life until she met Mike.

Gutwrenching. No matter where this goes.

#stranger things spoilers #stranger things #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #jane hopper #Eleven

[koreandragon]

What if they're playing us in tomorrow and he's not her husband or is instead her second husband??? I don't trust drama writers anymore. Also this should've been the story like this relationship and romance and angst should've been the main thing or at least gotten more than 2 minutes every episode lmfao. I'm rewatching some dramas and reflecting on some tropes they seem to love and omg for a medium that has lived and survived thanks to romance they sure do love to shit on it constantly, the BS they pulled with 2521 that post that was like a north Korean and south Korean and a goblin and a human etc found a way to be together but a reporter and a fencer couldn't adkfjjfj yikes. Like I'm so so tired of the EP 12 to 15 break up for no other reason than we need people to keep watching until ep 16, it always always undermines the entire relationship we're supposed to believe is true love~~~ I want ROMANCE back, yearning and fighting for each other against all odds and desperate hugs and kisses and longing and just all consuming love and passion I'm tired where are my princess man like dramas where she put a sword to her throat and stayed like that for a day promising to kill herself the moment her father killed her lover, my dramas like queen in hyuns man where they fought time and space and 3 different timelines and she felt his pain with 300 f*cking years between them. It's like they forgot how to write a good love story and all its different complex moving parts. With the world getting shittier and shittier we need these kind of stories now more than ever and yet they seem to be disappearing all together and I thought I only had to worry about western media looking down on romance but it seems like the tide has shifted in Korea too unfortunately.

oof go off anon... honestly it really does feel like it's been a while since we've seen a truly angsty and all sweeping romance. i would count doom at your service as a really good one though, i mean they were both ready to die for the other and found each other over and over again, even when fate didn't want them to. we need more like this.

i don't believe they're duping us tho like i'm pretty sure they've gone too far to turn back now so he has to be her husband?? and yes i would much rather have their story be the main focus of the drama instead of something that's on the back burner all the time, it's like they accidentally create this perfect love story with past lives and red threads and suicide and finding each other again despite all odds then they decide to just have that as a supporting story line. this is a whole drama material, i would watch 16 episodes of this story. everyone watching this is more invested in their romance than the actual drama and it's odd that despite being a main character goo ryeon's story is so sidelined.

i don’t even wanna talk about 2521 cause that was a whole disaster i absolutely hated it like it was actually deeply upsetting and deminished the whole show. you could say ‘well but this show was about friendship and coming of age and etc’ no this was a romance drama about two people falling in love, that was THE MAIN THEME, that was the main story and at the end they went ‘actually nevermind’ and just??? they never heard from each other again?? make it make sense. fucking sick of plot twist and diverting viewer’s expectations and essentially betraying your viewers because this is not what they signed up for. fuck that writer honestly

the dramas you mentioned are both sageuks or fusions that usually tend to be more dramatic and deep but i can't really speak on this genre now as i don't really watch them so idk the situation about those romances.

i don't know if it's the globalization of kdramas but there really seems to be less of these earth shattering romances nowadays. i'm scared to bring up mr queen but if you don't look at the ending, the whole appeal of that show was that these two met through time and space, being from different times, being different sexes and their love story was so beautiful and so fullfilling, it had me glued to the screen for months...when writers realize that romances bring in more viewers i will finally know peace.

#ask #anonymous

[plutothe-pup]

RP RESOLUTIONS AND HABITS:

TW: .........i used a lot of memes............im sorry. idk how to be serious. im in a silly goofy mood idk. do u see the header u know what u signed up for ok

Real TW: very minor drug mentions.

Write your RPer Resolutions for 2024! (What are some goals for yourself as a writer? Improve descriptions? Plot with more members? Etc.)

Once again, I am asking myself to learn how to plot. That is going to be the theme here, just wait. Seriously though, I am pretty terrible at it. I do not like to approach people because I am........... idk weird. I am somehow anti-social even online and tend to just sit there twiddling my thumbs instead of reaching out. It's been a problem for me for literally ever. Sometimes I even get scared when people reach out to ME. But one year maybe we will get there. I also want to get back to regular activity. I've been really slipping these past few ... well, years I feel. I want to be more consistent at the very least, and not just post, disappear, spam, disappear, etc. I know I say this every time - but maybe just once: do a big plot. Do a big plot for yourself buddy. You can do it. Best Supporting character's get a sequel spin-off series one day, right. Just do it. JUST DO IT. I also feel like my writing recently compared to years ago has gotten poorer in quality. Idk what that's all about but I would like to improve that. Make proofreading a thing for me again 2024 or whatever.

me @ myself:

Write at least one resolution, or “goal,” that you have as an RPer for your character(s):

Oh - you....... you think I have GOALS? (tbh I think they align with my character's own. We're on the SAME TEAM)

Greg: RECONNECT WITH HIS PARENTS. This was like a silent plot I started literally over a year ago where Gregory got more and more distant with his parents until they stopped talking entirely and he moved out to live at R2F. He's been on and off about trying to reach out - and this is the year to do it. Also probably come to terms a bit more with his relationship with Zero. He's comfortable in it and loves Zero very much - but there's that voice in the back of his mind still saying that he'll leave. Sebastian: Get over his crush on Lo that he did to himself. I want him to fully accept uncle life. To get over his fear of hurting people. Milo: BREAK. HIS. CURSE. .........nah. That's not my goal for him this year lmfao. I want him to find his passion, actually. Will it be in working out and being a jock? Does he actually have a fond passion for cooking? Does he yearn for theater? Fawn: Get her into TROUBLE. I didn't really do much with this yet, but she's a TROUBLE MAKER. She's nearly been kicked out the hollow for god's sake. She is a TERROR. It's time to UNLEASH IT.

Write at least one resolution IN CHARACTER for your characters. What do THEY want to accomplish or change in the New Year?

Greg: Reconnect and apologize to his parents - but to do that... kick the minor drug problem first. Sebastian: Don't die. (.....i can't stress enough this man doesn't have outlooks) Milo: BREAK. MY. CURSE. Fawn: Discover a new creature in Enchantra! Befriend the creature! Train the creature! Sick the creature on Eboshi so it eats her and the forest is free again :)

List one or more characters you have never interacted with that you would like to do so:

.....disclaimer: I have bad memory now. soooooo. if we did interact and I list u here I am so sorry i am so so so so sorry.

Clarion: For obvious reasons, and also as stated above - Fawn is on mighty thin ice in the Hollow, so I think any interactions between them would be great and funny. And........ well maybe she gets kicked out oops. Doc: I'm not counting twitter interactions - I just think because of the whole Luca thing, I feel like Doc has flip flopped on his opinion of Milo multiple times and it would be funny for them to finally meet and talk. (and prove he's a good boi!) Any of TAM'S characters strictly because - I believe u have escaped me so far. Eluded. (That's not hard, as we discussed in point 1 I am very inconsistent) That should change!! ....I am sure the format of this post is very enticing...... sorry.

Talk a bit about your plotting style – what plots are you most drawn to? Do you prefer to come with a fully-formed idea and plot off that, or throw stuff at the wall and see what sticks?

And here dear reader we return to the beginning again. Roll credits: oh man, I simply do not. I am by default a 'buckle your seatbelts and lets just see wtf happens' kind of person simply because I am SO BAD at plotting in the first place! So many of my 'plots' revolve around other people's well equipped talents, or throwing my characters at opens/events/etc and seeing what disaster strikes. I'm just doing drive bys at all times of day.

Talk a bit about character relationships – what relationships are you most drawn to? How do you prefer to approach shipping (if at all!)? What, specifically, are you looking for right now for your character relationships? 

I love just good old fashion friendship and family relationships! Like I adore the relationship Milo has with Pip/King/Luca. The Greg/Jun relationship, Sebby and his bros. I think it's pure and good and writing BFFs getting into dumb things is my favorite. I also like BEEF. I am a fan of rough-housing so to speak. Drama? Sure. Pile it up. Beef? Grudges. Fights. Whatever. It is okaaaaay. I love a good ol' beefin' between people. Same as above. I barely plot as it is - but when I do, it's definitely not relationships/shipping. In fact, I don't really 'ship'. i don't plan around ships, I don't get characters for ships, I don't anticipate ships. If one develops while throwing fruit--- I mean characters at other people, then that's great! That's how.......... both of my current relationships are! Phineas and Fawn were completely random and not at all my intention but they vibed from the start and it happened to work out in the timeline. Gregory and Zero were incredibly unlikely but started talking here and there, and Z and I didn't really say........ anything to each other at all until they were kissing in Pixie's and even then - we didn't think they'd become a #thing. ..........which they did. So I'm pretty much just...... looking to expand on the ones I have? Explore Phawneas a bit and see what on earth is going on inside their head, see where Glo takes us. ............figure out if Seahound can survive not jumping each other's bones forever.

Plotting Exercise! Pick one of the resolutions/goals in #3 and plan a rough guideline to how you could accomplish it.

..........what if I said no, huh? I'm so BAD at this (it all comes back to it yanno)

GREG TALKS TO HIS PARENTS:

GREGORY and ZERO have a discussion post-Zero's parents coming to town, where ZERO tries to prod about what is going on between GREG and his parents, and Greg comes clean to him about the fight that happened between them. Zero gently offers to go with him to talk to them but Greg doesn't think it's time yet.

Still too uncertain, GREG asks IAN if his mum has said anything about Aubrey, or about Greg. He tries to gauge if his parents have been talking about him to their friends, if they're upset, or if they've moved on.

PLOT CALL: Gregory anonymously looks into sources for mental health, and tries to find people with experience in the same struggles he's had. He either forms or joins an anonymous online/twitter support group for such problems / group therapy.

Having overheard various times through the grapevine, GREG finds and approaches TAD to see if he can talk to him about his recovery and sobriety and find advice/guidance for that path.

Knowing that he might get the most brutal honest answers, GREG confides in JUN and asks his advice on what he should do or how he should handle it.

GREG finally bites the bullet and drags JUN and ZERO to his parents house for support to talk to them again after over a year of radio silence.

PHEW. A tough one.

Anyways. ...........................

my deepest apologies again. idk what happened. this did start serious but then it went off the rails. it's sincere between all the...... whatever that is.

#swyntask #Swyntask: Resolutions #........idk how to explain myself #or anything that happened in this post #so I won't #sorry #this is probs just best kept for myself #scroll by thanks

[benditozorrito]

Kingdom Hearts 3 Part 1

First part of my Kingdom Hearts 3 playthrough under the cut!

For probably the first time ever, this was the least confusing opening cutscene

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Everyone says Sora has lost a great deal of power after KH:DDD shenanigans

Um this boy rocketing through the stratosphere and running up walls like he a damn hedgehog but go off I guess

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FFS Sora and Donald can you pay attention and stop making Goofy think he is going crazy. He is the most sensible one and I cannot believe I am typing this sentence with my own hands

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Ew its Xigbar

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Hercules actually looks pretty good this time around?? I'm surprised because his animation is pretty styalised

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Ah. Now I know why Maleficent bothers to keep Pete around. Manual labor

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I am just Going to cry when we finally see Aqua again

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Grabs square enix dev by the shoulders and whispers softly into their ear: I don't. Care. About. The gummi ship.

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I JUST WANT TO GET TO THE NEXT WORLD IN PEACE.

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Why does anyone let Sora near technology

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Okay Remmy is adorable

ALSO SORA WHAT THIS IS NOT HOW YOU COOK, STOP JUGGLING THE SHAKERS

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When you are about to get into a new world and then a Heartless boss ship drops in

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I have just entered the Toy Story world and I want to say that opening TV show cinamatic with vaguely KH looking characters was extremely disorienting never do that again

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"Oh! I can run into stuff and it will pushed out of the way!"

Immediately runs into everything and scatters stuff all over the place

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Collapses with laughter for 2 whole minutes watching a whimsical doll heartless sneak up on Buzz Lightyear in a sinister manner

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Inception

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I am playing a game in which it is possible for the character Goofy to sadly proclaim that Buzz Lightyear has disappeared into a corridor of darkness

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The series main villain was just dragged by a wild west sherriff toy

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The aliens are perhaps the best thing about this world

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So uh...we really doing this huh? We're going to get Roxas a body to inhabit...idk why but having them talk about needing a body to stuff a heart in is the most off-putting thing

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Laughs maniacaly while scattering objects off shelves

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I don't have a lot to say of Rapunzel world, possibly because it followed the movie closely. Which I appreciate that Sora and his friends impacted that very little.

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I love how she introduced Sora and co. to Maximus, and once she mentioned they had been helping her, he immediately nodded like "yes good"

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Tbh, possibly because I never played KH:DDD, I am constantly forgetting flow motion is a thing now I just keep running on the ground like some sort of peasant

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Also it cracks me up that the world map now very much resembles Mass Effect's

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ALSO I stg Sora being like "lol your FACE"at Donald was the most accurate teenager dialog in this entire series

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Okay Monsters inc. Sora's 3 mouth is the most adorable thing

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1) WAIT HE'S FUCKING REAL OUTSIDE THE DREAMSCAPE??

2) I AM DYING VANITAS HAS LOST ALL DIGNITY IN ONE MOTION LOL

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AQUA ;_;

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Goofy is actually the smartest one in this trio and he is a sweetheart I will fight you on this

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OK but they totally should have called the Teeny Ships, Friend Ships instead

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I'm going to be a bit disappointed if these treasure spheres are not a hint for a Treasure Planet world

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Ew its Larxene

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oh my god I forgot that Elsa's body guard was named Marshmallow that is the best thing ever

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unpopular opinion?? I kind of hate that the Pirates of the Caribbean movies got added to the series. Yeah this time around they made more of an effort to blend Sora and co. in by neutralizing their colors and giving them pirate-y outfits, but they still REALLY stand out;;

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plus nothing exemplifies the fact that PoC is the wrong tone for these games than the fact that we opened the world with "Yo Ho (A Pirate's Life for Me)", but changed all the lyrics to talk about the plot so we don't have to mention drinking and murder

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OR even the fact that Sora and co. were literally led off somewhere else while most of the murder and backstabbing was happening;

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If they really wanted some pirates, they should have made it Treasure Planet, is what I am saying -is punched- Seriously though, would have hit the KH aesthetic more, plus Sora getting to solar sail?? damn missed opportunity there

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The KH experience is hearing the villains vague talking about their plot and you are:

"...Are they suggesting....OOOHHH MY GOOOO-no wait....is that possible....wait......"

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I will give PoC world this tho, they added a zelda WW like explore the Caribbean set up, and this pleases me greatly. Now if only it wasn't fake-Caribbean and I could visit Puerto Rico LOL

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Oh wow, with all that posturing and Sora adding in I thought we weren't going to stab Will at all but here we are lmaofhs didn't think you had it in you game

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Ok but Goofy and Donald sadly sending Elizabeth off was so cute and sincere I'm crying???

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SHUT UP AND WEAR THE NEW OUTFIT AXEL

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You full of shit Vexen

Also it is vital to know that my along for my emotional roller coaster gf has dubbed him Kid Rock

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How dare you hit me with these Roxas feels I was very unprepared

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SORA YOU TAKE THAT KEYBLADE AND RETURN IT TO AQUA I STG

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Okay but I cannot with Rikus new keyblade looking like a car key lmao

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AQUA BBY NO Q_Q

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AQUAS CRYING IM CRYING SHES HOME MY BABY'S BACK THANK YOU SORA YOU BEAUTIFUL BOY QvQ

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VENS BACK TOO NOW WE JUST NEED TO FIND THAT DOOFUS TERRA

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And Axel still needs so many hugs

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Tbh the pairing of Kairi and Sora has always seemed extremely heteronormative to me but then again maybe its because Kairi is never around to see them interact ffs

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I'M STILL REALLY SUSPICIOUS, but Vexen's interaction with Demyx was hilarious as fuck

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Lmao omg the frame rate on this heartless/nobody/unversed army is so sad I'm dying

I mean I understand completely but LOL

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I never thought I'd see a heartless tornado I could describe as a category five jesus fuck

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....UMM;; YEAH OK I THINK WE ARE SUPER DEAD???

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This is an extremely trippy limbo

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...SORA ARE WE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT HOW YOU HAVE LIVED THIS MOMENT BEFORE???

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Xehanort: Blah blah darkness will win blah blah I'm so evil

Terra: Surprise bitch, thought you'd seen the last of me.

OKAY I GUESS THIS IS HAPPENING NOW

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..shit this means I have 13 boss fights >_>

…plus whatever fuckery could happen last minute;;

I feel it is important to add that, in between the last couple days I have maybe spent 5 collective hours circle talking with myself on "wait is this really it?? Am I truly at the final battle??"

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and its one part: jrpgs are never that simple and one part: but we still have like SEVEN unaddressed plot points going on game and heaven help me if you apply them all at once in the last hour

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Xigbar if you actually believed that, you are the biggest fool of all of them

also Sora pls, they were assholes I know you are a kind boy and I squish your face but they do not deserve words of comfort

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TERRA IS BACK AND TELLING AQUA AND VEN HOW THEY LIT THE WAY FOR HIM AND EVERYONE IS CRYING AND HUGGING AND I AM DESTROYED BY FEELS

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ROXAAASSSS MAH BOOOIIIII

THERE IS SO MUCH HUGGING I CANT

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So wow….that was quite the ride… wow but wait what about the box and why are those people in the credits they weren't-

stinger cutscene plays

WHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATT

#what does the fox play #a fox plays KH3 #KH3

[beaversatemygrandma]

Being back in the hometown this week is so far pretty nice. I didn’t realize just how much i missed this town. Sure. Sure. It’s been humid, hot and gross, but everything else makes it just that much better.

....I can feel the air dude. It’s wet.

Tomorrow my sister is finally graduating high school. She did great, even if she’s working today before it and most of the week so a lot of plans don’t even include her. We had dinner the other night and I got food poisoning from the same damn wing place i got food poisoning at when i was like 15. Nothing’s changed there. My partner ate my leftovers tho and I’m jealous of their damn iron stomach bc those wings were Good.

To be fair, most plans don’t even include me bc I’ve been staying with the partner of sorts and I have to say, i fucking love it here with them. Even if they’re going through a search for a new roommate and I’m a bit jealous it isn’t me, but it’s not like there isn’t space for me here if i come back to town. I’d likely go back to staying with my mom and spending like 90% of the nights here. Even if there’s 5 cats around now bc of said new roommate. We had to drive to the next town over last night to pick up her cats and some stuff bc her place got a week’s notice eviction and that turned into her moving in within the week as I’m here which is just a pain in the ass. Not to mention how we’re trying to accustom her cats to this house. There’s a very mean and hissy cat in the bathroom rn and it scares the shit out of me. There’s also a little black one who’s an absolute sweetheart. Either way. There’s two cats locked in the bathroom rn and I’m scared to shower bc the big guy hiding behind the door keeps growling and hissing at me lmao For valid reasons tho, the cat just got randomly uprooted by strangers but the little one is already being friendly. Idk. But allergies are quite something today. Why can’t more people have white cats or sphynxes? Black cats and fluffy grey ones are making my eyes itch. Such cuties tho And there’s a slightly awkward thing about the new roommate. She’s an ex-coworker of mine and I Hated Her. She was the one who would literally hit on any slightly attractive 20-something guy who came in leaving me to deal with serving in a lunch rush alone as she disappeared to hit on him. AND back then, when my partner was still very much not out yet, one of my friends caught them making out in the parking lot before work and that was the one time I’ve ever gotten mad about their other endeavors. Like yeah, they’re poly, that’s cool. I wouldn’t mind figuring out poly relationships, they seem neat and i might be into that. But HER. Luckily, it seems like that was just some casual thing and they’re nothing more than just friends now. (I Was told I’m the only one who didn’t break off after they came out.) Either way, Super Fuckin Awkward just being there to pick up her cats. We never really got along well and it was just weird. Apparently i wasn’t the only one who was awkward as all hell though, so they were there just randomly joking and flirting with me between each thing going on. Staying here while they’re at work and she might not be when she lives here later on might be awkward too tho.

Alright, might get a bit tmi now lol

And I have to say, just being with the partner of sorts for the first time without having to struggle with timing and alternative plans and the ex-roommate who wouldn’t let anyone even look at their apartment, it’s great. They’re stuck with me all week and we’re both loving it and already trying to make plans to do it again. It’s been my first time sleeping with them, actually having a bed to have sex instead of the back seat of the car during an adventure across town, and ugh, i love them. I ended up waking up at 3am during that whole food poisoning bout and even though they had work in the morning, they still got up and tried their best to help me out through that bc it was causing me such extreme back pain along with the nausea and i couldn’t do anything without crying in pain. Everything just felt better once i was finally able to not deal with that damn nausea and just cuddle up to them and sleep. They’re just so damn comforting. Bonus points on the recent top growth they’ve had from the past year of HRT. Let me tell you just how SOFT it is. Its a whole new level of comfort being buried into their chest. <3 Also gave them their first titty hickey and that was a whole event lmao

But now, with the addition of a new roommate who won’t be the excessively controlling one they had previously, there’s advantages of having somebody who can take care of the cats if they decide to come up north for the weekend to spend time with me and then take me back here with them for a week and do it all over again the next weekend to drop me off. I’m hoping I’m going to be able to see them more often than i have the past few years. Like, since i’ve been here i’ve already gotten to know so much more about them that I’m surprised i didn’t before. It feels so much more romantic than it ever has. Before it was more casual, this genuinely feels serious. There’s more affection here than there was with my ex and I’ve only been here since saturday night. Tbf, that night was almost nothing but passion bc we haven’t actually hooked up for like three years or so and now it doesn’t feel like a series of hook ups. It’s a strange feeling possibly having a potential real relationship with the person I’ve had a crush on for nearly five years now. It’s amazing, but very odd bc I’ve convinced myself multiple times that this would never happen and i should get over having a crush, but here i am, sitting on their couch in my underwear after having them come home for their lunch break with no time other than to bring me a matcha latte and a kiss before leaving.

Ugh. I can’t wait until tonight after my sister’s graduation and they’re off work and it’s just us here again. They’re so damn sweet, i already miss them.

And it turns out we have the same goals when it comes to gender. Just that ‘when you walk into a room, everybody questions their sexuality’ kinda vibes. And apparently i give them gender envy already bc of that. Then again, they’re leaning far more fem than i am. Apparently, i already have the chapstick lesbian look that their going for while I’m wanting to be more masculine later on. Either way, they’re still cute as shit right now. And after dinner with my family, my mom called me the next day and was like “Huh. So, are you with him again or is he finally gay? Because that was far more feminine than i remember.” and i just had to tell her that they’ve always been vaguely queer. Even before the beard got shaved off never to return. Tho, i will say it’s hilarious how my parents think this is a safe choice (like idk, i won’t be having sex or smth) bc all they see them as is a very fruity guy. When in reality I’m spending time with a they/them chapstick lesbian who very much has some strong chemistry with me. I also finally figured out the whole deal with the name I overheard somebody else calling them a few years back. Apparently, that coworker was just somebody they came out relatively early to and she immediately was like “OH SHIT I GOTTA CALL YOU SOMETHING” and started up with calling them Bree. Which was cute as shit, but not actually the chosen name which cleared up SO MUCH for me after reeling over that for so long. Literally, they’re not even changing their name. If anything, further on, they’re just dropping the first letter of their first name, so going with Ames instead. Also cute as shit btw. Or the same initials based nickname they’ve had for years already. Also, they’re calling me Taks and it’s so Nice. I’ve never had that before and it’s great. <3

Damn. Let it be tonight already.

#being outside of FL for so long makes you aware of the air again and wow. it's like hot jello #taks speaks #very very long post btw #staying with the partner of sorts was the best damn choice i could've made while here

[hadesrise]

𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡.

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞. losing clark is the hardest part of your life, but you’re slowly moving forward... until you see him again.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. clark kent x male reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. fluff, minor angst, probably strong language, mention of superman’s death, implied reader’s self-destructive behavior, implied depression, mention of the league and clark’s fight, I’M NOT FUCKING GOOD WITH WRITING ANGST HSKDSJDB

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. this is when clark got resurrected in zach snyder’s justice league but it’s you there instead of louis. idk i felt like writing it after watching zach’s version.

FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

Loving a superhero always had its own consequences.

You knew that since the beginning, but ignored it and now you’re laying above your bed alone in sorrow and extreme heartbreak that you weren’t sure you could recover from.

It was stupid to believe that Clark won’t die easily. He was a Kryptonian from outer space, but that didn’t mean he was immortal. He had weaknesses and was certainly invincible. However, he wasn’t immune to injuries. Some of his enemies managed to hurt him before— You should’ve been prepared for the worst everytime you let him go out the door of your shared house.

Attending the funeral was the hardest thing for you to do; it took everything in your power not to just rush out and break down right there and then. Martha had been beside you the entire time, holding your hand, comforting you, hugging you, and crying with you until no tears were left, supporting you with all she can even though she wanted to break down as well at the loss of her son. You can’t thank her enough for being there for you when you need it most.

It’s been few months and yet you haven’t forgotten or moved on.

Every day, you would cry yourself to sleep hoping this is just one big bad dream, only to cry your eyes out the next morning after waking up and not feeling his warm body beside you. Your sleep schedule became unhealthy and you’ve lost a lot of appetite, often only eating salads.

Everyone worried for your health as you look such a mess with your hair disheveled, eyes puffy and red that had eyebags surrounding it, body that seemed like you haven’t eaten for days; the unhealthy daily routine taking a toll on you. They tried to contact you, but you never responded, too busy to mourn for Clark.

You knew cutting people off wasn’t right, Clark would disapprove if he was seeing you, but you don’t have the energy to communicate with anyone right now. You feel like you would break down for the hundredth times if you talked to people and that’s the least you want to happen.

Though, today, tears didn’t fall your cheeks after waking up. It seems like you got exhausted from crying too much that you can’t shed a tear anymore.

“Jesus, I’m so dramatic.” You sighed while sitting up and running a hand through your hair, feeling as the emptiness corrupted you almost overwhelmingly. It scared you a little bit, how you feel like not caring about yourself and anyone, how you don’t feel like yourself anymore, how tired and exhausted you felt just for living.

The emptiness is devouring you alive, yet you couldn’t care less.

Forcing your body to stand up, you walked towards the bathroom to take a long shower that you very much needed, considering you’re mentally and emotionally exhausted right now. Although it didn’t help your grief, it made you feel slightly better and calm.

This past few months, you were nothing but snappy and easy to get annoyed, letting your anger out on anything that lands on your sight. Once, you even went to a bar just to be drunk and get in a fight with the man who bumped on you, purposely receiving a cut on the cheekbone and lip, as well as couple of bruises. It was an unhealthy way to deal with the pain, but worked for a while nonetheless. Not that it made grief and pain disappear, though.

After getting out of the shower and putting your clothes on, you began drying your hair with a towel as you walked to the kitchen to get some cereal and milk.

Eating is probably the second hardest thing to do since it always reminds you of your dates with Clark that consisted of eating together while laughing and talking — It took you three weeks to be able to eat without remembering those good times and breaking down instantly afterwards. Your mental health was clearly going downhill since his death and you weren’t going to do anything about it, until you realized you needed to get yourself together when Martha called and talked some sense into you gently, as she always did.

“If you continue to destroy yourself like this, do you think Clark would be happy? Do you think he would be okay? No, (Y/n). He would be devastated that he’s causing you to be like this. I know my son better than anyone, and I’m very sure he doesn’t want this life for you.”

She said with teary voice. That kinda snapped you into reality because the last thing you want is make her cry and over-worry, specially when she’s dealing with Clark’s death the hard way too. Hell, she might be even dealing with it harder than you. So, instead of sulking all day and lay in bed waiting for another mental breakdowns to come, you decide to help yourself get better.

It’s what Clark would’ve wanted. Even though you were too exhausted, you didn’t want to disappoint him in the afterlife.

The next thing you did after eating breakfast is go outside to take a long quiet walk, wearing your favorite black coat. Quiet walks always helped you when you were in troubled mood, calming your nerves down and quieting your thoughts.

“Mr. (Y/n)... Haven’t seen you in a long time. It’s nice to see you back.”

Jack, the owner of your favorite coffee shop, greeted with surprise and a warm smile as you entered.

You smiled, but it doesn’t reach your eyes like it used to. Jack must have noticed it, because he frowns at how empty and lifeless you looked. However, he doesn’t say anything as he goes to make your usual order and talk about whatever he had in his mind. You listened quietly, hands shoved inside the pockets of your coat.

“You look very tired, Mr. (Y/n). Are you okay?” Jack said softly, placing your order on the counter — two coffees and two original doughnuts.

You paused at the order, the weight on your shoulders coming back. The back of your eyes sting yet tears didn’t come out.

I guess I’m tired of crying already.

With a deep sigh leaving your lips, you forced out a small smile. Jack saw the glint of sadness and grief in your eyes before quickly disappearing into nothingness. “I guess I’m still too speechless for Superman’s death. Sometimes, we seem to forget that heroes can die too just like us.” Your voice was barely above whisper.

Jack gives you a sad look and nodded his head to show you he understood.

He really doesn’t, but you were thankful even then.

You walked out of the coffee shop after taking your order as wondered what the hell you’re supposed to do with the second coffee and doughnut. Drinking both sounds fun since coffee’s your favorite. You don’t try to, though, as you were finally trying to get your shit together.

And then, you remember what Martha said.

“There’s a.... Uh— a tribute, for Clark if you ever want to go outside again. I’ve seen it. So many people wrote him messages there, (Y/n). I’m sure you will see it easily when you walk around. I hope... You will visit it someday.”

Your breath trembled. You stopped in your tracks immediately, before spinning around and walking the opposite direction from your shared home towards where you heard this tribute to Superman is.

Your hands were shaking as you get closer, but you gripped the paper bag tight to stop it.

Stopping in front of the tribute, you let out a shaky breath.

Surely, there were messages written on the black crystal like spike stones that sticks out from the ground. In front of it was the Superman logo that you were used to seeing on Clark’s suit. Your mood shifted down after realizing it would be the only place you’ll ever see instead of the suit the love of your life wore — Almost instantly, you feel like crying again.

You can’t even touch the logo anymore or write messages because barriers surrounded this place.

Below each barriers, different kinds of flowers were on the ground, reminding you that many people were also grieving for the death of their hero, and that they loved him. Maybe not as much as you did, but they loved him enough. That was enough to make you feel at peace, knowing everyone in the city loved him and still do.

Sniffing, you took out the coffee and doughnut from the paper bag before placing the bag on the ground, setting them above it. Hand carrying your doughnut and coffee isn’t a big deal, you didn’t want to just leave his on the ground where lots of bacterias live, even though no one’s ever gonna eat it.

You straighten yourself and stared at the logo. There was a severed head of his statue, but it didn’t really matter.

“I hope you’re at peace, my love.” You spoke softly, as if you were really talking to him. “You fulfilled your duty, Clark. You saved the world. But... Your life was taken in exchange. I wish I had powers to save you before this could happen. Death would still be inevitable then, but at least the risk of you dying will be low.” Your voice cracked, feeling your throat and the back of your eyes burn.

Letting out a trembling breath, you let tears gather in your eyes. “I loved you, Clark. I still do, and always will.”

You loved everything about him.

It was time to let go.

The sound of explosion made you flinch and turn back around with wide eyes. It came from Clark’s tribute, where you mourned for him fifteen minutes ago.

Something in the sky caught your eyes and you narrowed your eyes to see clearly, confusion crossing your face in an instant after making out a male figure literally standing in the air above the sky, at the same height of the buildings. It’s impossible for a human to be able to stand on air like that, and the only person you knew capable of was your dead lover.

Suddenly, your chest exploded with mixed emotions— hope, confusion, joy, disbelief, denial.

No, he’s dead. You shake your head in denial.

Your feet betrayed you as it started walking back towards where the explosion sounded off.

It was insane, thinking and hoping that that man is Clark. He’s dead— Clark Kent is already dead, you mourned for him and almost destroyed yourself. He can’t be alive and standing on air like he used to. You watched him be placed in the coffin and buried.

This is impossible.

However, all of your denial flew out the window when you finally saw the commotion going on. Shirtless Clark, levitating over Batman with anger in his expression, and Batman laying helplessly on the ground as he leans back against the police car and clearly fearing for his life.

You couldn’t believe your eyes, but when Clark’s eyes glowed in an attempt to laser the Bat, you immediately snapped out of your shock.

“Clark! Clark, stop!” You rushed over without hesitation and stopped beside them, desperately calling out to him so he wouldn’t end up killing Batman. You knew Clark and if he finds out he killed Batman, he would be devastated no matter how lost he was.

The glow in his eyes disappear as quickly as the wind flow when he heard your voice. Clark freezes, and turns to look at you with recognition shining in his eyes. His mouth opened a little agape, as if he was speechless at the sight of you, as he slowly levitated back to the ground. Keeping yourself from tearing up, you immediately wrapped him in a hug right after his feet landed on. “Clark.” You whispered his name, voice cracking as tears welled up in your eyes and your throat burned.

It only takes few seconds for Clark to embrace you back as tightly as you were embracing him, a huff of relief laughter leaving his lips. You could feel him visibly relax into your hold and Clark buried his face on your shoulder, inhaling your scent that he missed so much.

God, this is impossible.

You holding Clark in your arms again. For fuck’s sake, you watched his lifeless body get lowered to the ground in his grave. You must as well be losing your mind, right?

Clark felt your arms tighten around him. “I’m real, baby.” You froze, heart almost exploding at the sound of his voice. “I’m real, I’m here.” He repeats, soothingly rubbing your back.

Sniffing, you pulled away only enough to look at his beautiful blue eyes that you’ve come to love. Your hands cupped his cheeks almost automatically, and he placed his on top of it as a soft look plastered his face. “You’re really here, aren’t you?” His heart breaks at your disbelieving tone. Clark nods his head in reassurance, resting his forehead against yours.

Finally, a sob escapes your mouth as you pulled him back into a tight embrace again.

By this point, the whole Justice League members had rushed over to see what had made everything suddenly quiet since they were fighting only a minute ago. Batman raises his hand to quickly stop them, gesturing towards the two lovers reunited at last. The League stops few meters away, surprise coating their faces at the sight of Superman affectionately and intimately hugging a civilian man, who had tears already streaming down your cheeks.

Sighing deeply and silently crying your relieved tears out, you finally saw the League and gave them a small smile. Wonder Woman smiles back with a thankful nod.

“Let’s go home, my love.” You whispered, resting your head against his and closing your eyes. “Let’s go home.”

Clark tightens his embrace and kisses you on the side of your head before flying away, leaving the place for good.

Your arms around him were tight as he flies you both towards wherever he had in mind, eyes closed to feel his presence— his existence, just him. Clark holds you as equally tight, wanting to reminisce his second chance to be with you. He was still confused what happened and how he’s alive again, but unlike before, he was calm and only has one thing in mind; to hold you forever. The confusion was probably what set him off to attack the Justice League members since he doesn’t remember most things, and you being there helped him recognize his past life.

No one knows what would’ve happened if you weren’t there. He might have killed Batman.

Landing on a farm with one single house visible, just then did Clark let go of you so you could take a look around. Recognition flash in your eyes. This was Clark’s old home; you used to come here and visit Martha with Clark just to spend time with her.

Martha adored you from the moment you stepped into her house and you will forever be thankful to her for always being there for you and guiding you to a better path.

“I missed being here,” You spoke quietly with a soft smile. Clark had one on his lips as well. “We used to help Ma with the farm and have breakfasts, lunches, and dinners together.”

Clark gently takes your hand in his, giving it a squeeze. “Yeah... And we used to lay on the rooftop just staring at the sky, counting the bright stars while eating snacks.” You chuckle at what he said, Clark following soon after.

Turning to look at him, a single tear rolled down your cheek. You no longer felt empty staring into his blue eyes, instead being filled with warmth and love. Clark smiles sadly, guilt flashing in his eyes as he wipes your tear away with his thumb before cupping your cheek with the very hand that he used. You sigh and close your eyes to relinquish the feeling of his touch.

“I love you, Clark.” You mutter. “I couldn’t let you go.”

“Shh...” He softly shushed you, leaning in to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. “It’s okay, love. I love you too. I’m sorry for leaving you here, I’ll never do that again.” Whispering, his eyes stared at you with reassurance.

You sigh again, shaking your head slightly. Clark frowns. “No. You can’t make promises you can’t keep, Clark. The world needs Superman, and we’d never know if something like that will ever happen again. Being Superman... Death is inevitable.” The heartbroken and sad look on your face shatters Clark’s heart.

It made him realize how much you didn’t take his death well. How it destroyed your life— you, itself. He felt guilty for making you go through all that pain and grief. Now, you seemed as if you don’t want to get attached to him just in case his second life ends in the same fate again.

There was fear in your eyes and it wasn’t small.

It was big, and extreme, and devouring you from the inside, and too much. Too much for your already ruined mental state.

“(Y/n), baby.” Clark softly called your name as he felt his heart clenching at the devastated look on your face. “I won’t let it happen this time, I promise. I’ll stay by your side forever. Just please, don’t stop believing in me?” He pleaded, caressing your cheek and the other hand gently squeezing yours.

Letting out a deep breath, you squeezed back. “I never stopped believing in you.”

Clark smiles at that before swooping you off the ground, your arms immediately wrapping around his neck with a small yelp. He laughs and begin walking towards the house, not caring that it’s already owned by the bank. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent that you always loved.

It feels as if all those times you cried, broke down, and mourned for him wishing he was alive is just imagination or a bad dream that you always wanted to wake up from ever since he died. Perhaps, Clark’s time isn’t yet to come.

But none of them mattered.

Nothing mattered but this moment; you and Clark, together, in each other’s arms once again.

And you’re ready to hurt anyone that threatens to take his life for the second time.

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴅᴇsʀɪsᴇ. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

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[dracowars]

Hi love! i see you are taking requests rn(: i adore your fanfics especially draco malfoys because he’s just so🥺🥵 was gonna request a draco fic rq. i was wondering if maybe you could do a kinda theme where the reader is in a toxic/abusive relationship with another guy at hogwarts and her best friend (draco) is in love with her even know she thinks he’s too good for her, and then he does everything he can to save her from her toxic relationship and to be his girlfriend finally. idk if that makes sense lmao but yeah if you’d like to do a fic like this i’d love it, if not i completely understand!! thanks b❤️ -M

toxicity | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader, theodore nott x reader

word count: 2,7k

summary: where draco saves y/n from an abusive relationship

a/n: a quick heads up that the theodore nott here is supposed to be the fancast one, not the movie one! enjoy <3

warnings: angst, (physical) abuse, cursing, mentions of blood

universe: harry potter

An unbearable pain runs through your entire body, causing you to flinch and to reflexively pull away your hand from the source of the sudden pain, bringing your mind back into the real world after you had left reality a few minutes ago. Too lost in your own dark thoughts, you did not even notice how you apparently were on the verge of adding the wrong ingredient to the greenish bubbling substance seething in your cauldron in front of you. Luckily, your best friend and helper in need, Draco Malfoy, was right there to prevent you from blowing up the entire classroom by grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand away.

Your look back and forth between him and your cauldron, his eyes full of shock from your sudden harsh reaction at his touch and how the tears have formed in your eyes immediately after. Gently wrapping your fingers around your own wrist, you quickly avoid his gaze and look down at your lap.

“You almost caused a huge explosion, Y/N! Where did your thoughts wander off to again?”, Draco rebukes you in a calm voice in order to not let Professor Snape hear him, but you can hear great concern within it. “Is everything alright?”

“I am sorry”, you answer softly, but still do not look up until Draco lifts your head up slightly by gently placing his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes immediately meet his gray ones, and your cheeks take on a delicate pinkish tone before you discover something in the corner of your eye a second later. Something directly behind him that suddenly attracts your full attention.

Your boyfriend, Theodore Nott, who – to his anger – was not assigned to your group today, watches the scene with narrowed eyes and when you finally notice how this situation must look in his eyes, you slap Draco’s hand off your face.

Instead of saying something, Draco notices the terrified expression on your face and follows your gaze so that the two of you are now looking over to your boyfriend. Theodore now has a little smile on his lips and the air suddenly fills with an uncomfortable and overwhelming tension as he and Draco stare at each other, fighting a silent battle.

However, said mischievous smile on your boyfriend’s face quickly disappears after Professor Snape appeared behind him and smacks him with one of his books, making it hard for you to suppress a giggle.

“I still can’t understand what you like about that guy”, Draco shakes his head in disapproval as he turns back to your project with a sigh, fading out the world around him while working on the potion.

In fact, he could not understand it at all.

In his eyes, you are the most beautiful, loving being that he has ever seen in his entire life. He just cannot understand how someone like you can fall in love with someone like him. Theodore Nott, who always treats you incredibly bad, who never gives you the attention you truly deserve, who does not make you happy in the slightest bit. Draco had to watch him make you cry many times. He watched how the most beautiful and kindest girl in all of Hogwarts, probably in the world, was hurt. Draco was at your side immediately, to give you comfort even though it broke his heart every time he saw you cry. But no matter how many times he told you to end things with him, you would not listen.

Your love for him was stronger than the pain he causes you is what you would always tell him.

However, what Draco does not know, even though he is your best friend, is that you never actually loved him. Your parents arranged your relationship, and you had no choice but to obey their wishes. The maintenance of your family’s pureblood status is more important than your happiness, the union with the Nott family is more important than you will ever be. In the beginning you still had hope that your arranged relationship might turn into something real, but you were quickly taught otherwise. Since the moment your parents agreed to the contract, Theodore has made your life a living hell, causing you not only psychological but also physical pain, which obviously no one knows about.

Not even Draco.

Whenever you came to Draco, crying your eyes out for the hundredth time a week, you had to hide your wounds, the numerous bruises that spread over your entire body, but Draco’s presence could always calm you down. He gives you the strength to get through all of this, even though he is actually the one your heart belongs to. It has always been that way, but you know he is too good for you. A girl like you would never deserve someone like him.

“Would you like to come to the courtyard with me during the break?”, Draco’s words tear you out of your deep thoughts after he has not received an answer to his previous question, as expected. “Today is a beautiful day, the sun is out, and the fresh air will certainly do you some good.”

Feeling his pitying look on you, you look at him and force a gentle smile onto your lips before you nod and lower down your head again. You hide your hands in the sleeves of your black cloak anxiously and place them on top of your lap, trying to refrain them from trembling.

The end of the lesson comes sooner than expected and you help Draco to clean up your utensils before you make your way to the courtyard together. Unfortunately, you do not get very far, – you only get to the door, to be precise – when your name is said behind you, pronounced by the voice that you would like to escape from immediately.

“Excuse me, where do you think you are going?”, he asks you reproachfully and you turn to him, your throat dry and your hands already shaking again.

“I- We wanted to go to the courtyard because today is such a lovely day and-“

“You said you wanted to spend the break with me today, remember? Like we always do”, Theodore snaps at you out of nowhere and his gaze switches between Draco and you.

“No-“

“Well then, come with me”, he says possessively and pulls you towards him by your arm, making you whimper in pain slightly before you bite down onto your lower lip to silence yourself. The dark bruises on your skin burn terribly under his touch.

“B-But I actually wanted to go with Draco-“, you try to talk to Theodore, but he only throws you a disapproving glance and just by this tiny gesture, he changes your mind. “O-Okay. I will come with you.”

Roughly and rather violently he pulls you through the corridor as you turn around to take a last look at Draco, who sadly watches you leave, and you form an ‘I am sorry’ with your lips before you disappear around the next corner.

Slowly, Draco lowers the hand he used to wave you goodbye and directs his gaze to the floor. In the next moment, he angrily throws his bag onto the solid ground with all of his might. Other students who are now rushing out of their classrooms into the hallways bump into him, but he remains motionless in their midst. Draco clenches his hands into fists as he thinks about how you are being treated. If only he were able to somehow help you to understand what a healthy relationship would look like. If only he could show you how he feels about you without you immediately ending your long-lasting friendship. That little spark of hope he still had has almost completely vanished.

You would never choose him. He is a Malfoy, a monster, a nobody.

“Draco”, a voice suddenly calls out to him, and he turns around only to see how Pansy Parkinson walks directly towards him through the now empty hallways, a book in her hand that she holds up into the air. “I borrowed this book from Y/N but I can’t find her anywhere and I do not have a class with her today. I thought you could maybe give it back to her.”

“Yes, of course. I will”, Draco replies, and she hands him the book before she walks past him, on her way to enjoy her break. Draco turns around again, his gaze focused on the hallway you disappeared in earlier, running his fingers over the cover of your book. Sighing deeply, he picks up his bag from the ground and shoves the book inside. Making the decision to look for you now to return the book, he slowly starts walking. In doing so, however, he does not think about the consequences his appearance could have for you.

Searching for you around the school, he wanders through the long corridors of Hogwarts, only occasionally meeting a few other students on his way since everyone seems to spend their time outside today. Every time he hears voices, he hopes it is you, but he gets disappointed every time when only a few first years scurry past him. Almost giving up his search, he suddenly hears a loud and very aggressive voice echoing through the empty hallways and he stops in his tracks.

Draco is not able to understand the words that are uttered with such incredible anger, but an uneasy feeling forms in his guts which finally causes him to follow the voice until he discovers two silhouettes at the end of a corridor.

“How many times have I told you that you must obey me, stupid slut?!”, Theodore screams at you in rage continuously, his hands tightly around your upper arms to keep you in place, in order to shake you vigorously and to have you under his control.

“But I have-“

“Be quiet!”, he interrupts you furiously and his grip on your arms becomes even harsher, probably leaving another painful bruise behind while you have already given up on trying to hold back your tears and defending yourself. You will just let him do to you what he always does.

You know you have no chance against him anyway. He is too strong for you.

“B-But-“

“I said shut up!”, he yells at you again and before you know it, you feel a stabbing pain on your cheek, which starts to throb immediately after a loud smack has sounded throughout the corridor. Looking at him in shock, you press your hand against your sore cheek while he prepares for another slap.

Before he can hit you again, however, he is suddenly torn away from you, and you sink to the ground immediately, your legs unable to hold you up any longer. Draco, who has watched everything, jumps onto Theodore, punching him directly into the face and pushing him down the hallway, away from you.

“You dare to mess with me, Malfoy?”, Theodore grinds his teeth angrily, blood dropping from his nose to the ground.

“Never lay a hand on her again, you bastard”, Draco threatens and as soon as he has uttered those words, he is thrown to the ground with Theodore on top of him, hitting him over and over again.

Crouching down against the wall, your entire body shakes and trembles from your heavy sobs while you have to watch how Draco gets hurt. Because of none other than you.

“I always knew you had a crush on her”, Theodore laughs maliciously as he grabs Draco by his collar and gives him another bone-cracking blow right into the face. “Unfortunately for you, she is my girlfriend. Or should I say fiancé?”

“Nobody wants to be with a monster like you”, Draco spits out and finally manages to gain the upper hand. Now he is the one who hits your boyfriend like crazy, showing absolutely no signs of mercy. “What you did to her is unforgivable and must be punished. Never even think about getting near her again or I will not retain from using an unforgivable curse on you!”

With these last words, Draco finally knocks him out successfully, Theodore’s body showing no more movement beneath him, while Draco needs to calm down his rapid breathing. Losing no time, he quickly gets up, giving him one last kick – just to be on the safe side – and comes running to you right away.

“Hey, hey, hey, sweetheart. Everything will be alright now. He will never hurt you again, I promise”, Draco comforts you and takes your shaky frame into his arms, transferring his warmth to you. He soothingly rubs his hands over your back, very gently in order to not scare or hurt you, and lets you cry into his shoulder. Gasping for air from your bitter weeping, you clench your hands into the fabric of his cloak. Draco carefully takes your face in his hands, his gaze immediately on your red cheek, and then directly looks into your reddened eyes.

“I am so sorry. I should have been here earlier. Oh god, I did not know what he was doing to you all this time”, Draco apologizes to you, so much suffer evident in his voice and eyes at the sight of you. You needed him so badly all this time, but he did not notice. He did not know what was happening to you whenever he was not around. He had no idea what you had to endure and how much you suffered.

“D-Draco”, you sob, but no intelligible words want to form in your mouth and instead he takes you into his arms again, is your support. The physical pain that he is feeling because of the hits he took in is nothing in contrast to his internal suffering by seeing you like this. If he had only been more persistent, it might never have come to this.

“Come on, I will take you out of here”, he gently whispers to you and as soon as he perceives a tiny nod from you, he lifts you up into his arms and carries you towards the hospital wing. Once there, he reluctantly hands you over to Madam Pomfrey who takes care of you immediately.

Several minutes pass, which feel like unbearable hours for Draco, until Madam Pomfrey comes back to him. Draco jumps up from his chair and gives her a worried look right away.

“She is still in a bit of a shock, but she is responsive. Before you talk to her, I should take a look at your injuries first, Mr. Malfoy”, she explains to him, but Draco does not even think about getting himself checked as he is already on his way to see you.

With an exhausted look and an occasional tear running down your cheek, you recognize his blurry frame in front of you. His usually perfectly styled hair is disheveled, spattered with blood, his face also covered in blood and a black eye is already looming around his left eye. But his only concern is you.

“Y/N, how are you?”, he asks you and comes to your side, gently placing his hand, whose knuckles are bruised, on top of yours and squeezing it slightly.

“Thank you”, you say, your voice rough and weak, but you manage to bring a smile to your lips.

“Not for that, please”, he denies and now takes your hand tighter in his. You can tell that he blames himself.

“I did not know what he was doing to you, otherwise-“

“You saved me, Draco”, you interrupt him softly and run your thumb over the back of his hand. “I could not step up to him.”

“You did not have to, sweetheart. You did everything you could”, he comforts you and his eyes become sadder from second to second. “You should have told me.”

“I couldn’t.”

“I know. That bastard, if I seem him again, I swear I will-“, Draco starts off, but when he sees your expression change, he quickly interrupts himself. “It is over now.”

"I don't want to be forced to marry him."

"You will not, I promise. I will talk to you parents, okay? It will be fine", he softly assures you.

“Is it true what he said?”, you ask after a bit of silence, your eyes suddenly full of hope while your heart beats faster. “That you have feelings for me?”

At your words, a big smile forms on Draco’s lips and he nods in agreement. He does not avoid your gaze but looks at you more lovingly than ever.

“I love you with all of my heart”, he confesses, placing a feather-light kiss on the back of your hand. However, you suddenly pull him towards you by his hand and place a gentle kiss on his lips, making both of you smile.

“I love you, too.”

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In Safe Hands [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 4339

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: George is just very attractive and his hands are even more attractive.

WARNING: this is NSFW, 18+, smutty, sexy times, idk how else to say it. including oral (female receiving). also a lot of mentions of hands, arms and veins bc i canny control myself apparently.

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Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: i put two requests for my event together as i decided to write a full fic based on george’s hands purely because prompt 9, which both requesters selected, refers to hands - enjoy!!

Prompts used:

3. “I may or may not have left some... marks.”

9. “God I love your hands.” “Let’s put them to good use then.”

23. “Didn’t know you wanted to get into my pants that badly.”

49. “Behave.”

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You’d always liked George - why wouldn’t you? He was funny, charming, handsome. You’d be stupid not to. It had started back in Hogwarts - you were friends with the twins; close friends. And that’s all you thought of them as, until one fateful day in your 7th year where you made the regrettable decision to meet the twins after one of their last games of Quidditch before Umbridge had banned them, and George had emerged from the Gryffindor tent freshly showered, shirt hanging over his shoulder, trousers low on his hips.

And that’s when you’d realised you liked George as much more than just friends.

You hadn’t known how to deal with him at first, how to act around him, once you’d realised how you felt. Because every time he laughed, every time he ran a hand through his hair, you felt yourself positively swooning, as cliché as it sounded.

It took a lot not to accidentally blurt out your feelings to him, not that you were helped by Fred, who noticed the slight differences in your behaviour - holding onto hugs from George a tad longer, the way you looked at him when he didn’t realise, how flustered you got when he’d rest a hand on your knee - and made it his mission to make your feelings as obvious as possible in front of his brother.

George must’ve been the most oblivious person however, as he never noticed the hints or the longing smiles. Or maybe that was because he was busy trying to stop Fred from making his own crush on you so obvious, trying to hide his own longing smiles, and the way his eyes lit up when he made you laugh.

The twins had left Hogwarts soon after you’d realised your feelings, in a fit of fireworks, and then suddenly you were dealing with Umbridge alone, with her detentions alone. Not that you blamed them for leaving at all - you knew they were out living their dream and all you could wish to do was support them. It didn’t make being at Hogwarts any easier though, dealing with all the Educational Decrees. However, you thought the space and distance would help you to get over George, and it did.

Until you saw him again in his shop. The twins had sent you a letter in the middle of your NEWTs asking you to come and work for them, an offer that you gladly accepted, however arriving at their store on your first day - after the initial overwhelming feeling of pride at seeing how well their store was doing, how successful they were - you knew you weren’t at all over him.

He stood there, a smirk etched on his face, suit fitted to him as he crossed his arms over his chest, standing on the stairs in the shop as he looked down at you, and your felt your heart racing, cursing yourself over still being so hung up on the man.

His eyes slowly took in your appearance - you’d worn a cute sundress, due to the warm weather, your hair falling loosely around your shoulders and George felt his own heartbeat quicken.

He’d fancied you since his 6th year, most likely before that, the realisation hitting him when he had seen you dancing with some prat from Ravenclaw at the Yule Ball, when you should have gone with him. After that, after seeing how utterly stunning you’d looked that day, with your ballgown and hair done, he knew he’d never be able to look at you the same.

And even now, after not seeing you for months, you didn’t fail to leave him speechless, so effortlessly beautiful in his eyes that he couldn’t help but look at you as though you’d hung all the stars in the sky.

“Long time no see, eh love?” He spoke, moving down the last couple of steps and towards you, “Still gorgeous as ever.”

You grinned at him, “Always the charmer, eh Weasley?”

He chuckled, opening his arms to wrap them around you to bring you into a warm hug, one you gladly accepted as you wrapped your own arms around his waist, taking a deep breath as the familiar scent of his cologne enveloped you, making you grin. He rested his chin on your head and closed his eyes, smiling as he felt you nuzzle into his chest.

Merlin, he thought being away from you had lessened his feelings for you but in that moment, with you in his arms, he was struck with the same realisation he’d had in his 6th year - that he was in love with you.

And, unbeknownst to him, as your grip around him tightened a little, the hug lasting a tad too long to be friendly, however neither of you mentioning anything about it, you’d come to the same realisation.

Which brought you to now.

Being around George again was amazing, you had to admit. And whilst you hated the way you kept fumbling with products, or how clumsy you’d get around him - something Fred still loved to tease you about - you also adored how he made you feel, how happy, how content - he made your life that much better, a light in an ever increasing darkening world.

You’d been working with the twins for a few months, and it was amazing, truly a better job than you could have predicted. What made the job difficult, however, was trying to keep cool when George walked around looking like he did, interacting with the guests, making the children laugh at his jokes.

Godric, could he get any more attractive?

He’d seemed to up the ante this week, almost on purpose you swore, constantly walking around in just his shirt and tie due to the summer heat, the lack of a jacket meaning you were faced with doing your job and working with customers whilst also trying not to stare at the way his shirt fit snugly around him, or how his forearms were showcased due to him rolling his sleeve to his elbows, veins appearing any time he tended his arms, whether that be due to moving things around the shop, demonstrating how certain products worked, or lifting and moving heavy equipment.

The latter of which currently occurring, as Fred had left George alone to deal with a delivery after the shop had shut.

You were stood at the Pygmy Puff display, moving cages around and making sure they were well looked after when you heard some grunts coming from the store room, as if someone had picked up something with a lot of weight. You then heard footsteps behind you, making you pause with the last - feisty - Pygmy Puff in your hand, the rest having been put into their cages.

You turned around, breath hitching in your throat as you took in the sight before you. Namely, George Weasley holding what appeared to be quite a heavy box, if his staggered breathing was anything to go by. He’d shed his jacket somewhere in the back, along with his waistcoat, leaving him in just his shirt, which was tightly fitted and, you noticed as he placed the box down on top of another cardboard box, stuck to him a little with sweat from the heavy lifting. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, showcasing his forearms, and you found yourself gulping as your eyes wandered down the prominent veins, to his large hands, one of which was pulled through his messy ginger hair, pushing the strands out of his face.

And he had no idea.

He had no idea at all that suddenly you couldn’t focus, that suddenly all the breath had left your lungs, that suddenly all you could think about was how his hands would feel on you, holding your waist, gripping your hips, squeezing your thighs. How his fingers would feel inside of you.

George looked over at you and shot you a grin, one that made your heart race even more than it already was, “Bloody big delivery today, eh? ‘S what happens when I let Fred order the ingredients.”

You gave him an almost starstruck smile, which he accepted gladly, before reaching up and undoing the top two buttons of his shirt, pulling at his tie to loosen it, your jaw dropping almost comically as you secretly watched him.

He noticed halfway through his action that you’d gotten extremely silent, your mouth open ever so slightly and George wondered if it was because of him. Merlin he hoped so, because if you wanted him as much as he wanted you, well, he’d be happy to take you right there and then against the till counter.

He turned away to disappear back into the stockroom, biting his lip as indecent thoughts filled his mind, heading to grab the next couple of boxes.

Back on the shop floor, you took a deep breath, rubbing your eyes and cursing yourself. You should not be stood ogling your best friend, much less your best friend who was also your boss, no matter how attractive he happened to be. You should be going through the boxes to separate ingredients out, helping with the displays and doing your job.

But no, instead you were stood, still holding the Pygmy Puff that was now trying to escape your hands, imagining all the things you wanted that man to do to you. And what you wanted to do to him.

Merlin.

You popped the Pygmy Puff into the cage, and wandered over to the box that George had just brought in, trying to push the thoughts of how you could see the outline of his abs through his shirt away as you began pulling out different ingredients.

He came back around the corner, holding two boxes this time, the top one covering most of his face due to the size, allowing you to stare longingly at the way his fingers were wrapped around the edges of the boxes, gripping tightly. You bit your lip as he turned from you to place the boxes down, watching as the shirt moved closely against his back, accentuating his shoulder blades as he bent down and Merlin did you wish you could see his muscles without the shirt.

“Need any help?” You managed to stutter out, trying to act as if you hadn’t been staring at him. Still bending over as he sorted out the boxes, he paused his actions and looked up at you, shooting you a cheeky grin. “Don’t you worry at all, love, I’ve got it, I am extremely strong after all,” he winked, and Godric, didn’t you know it, “You just stand there looking your best, that’s all the motivation I need.”

And suddenly you’d forgotten how to speak, how to breathe. You just nodded, though he didn’t see as his attention was back on the box in front of him. You watched him sift through the products, fingers moving nimbly, occasionally bringing out the odd jar or packet, sometimes throwing it in the air and catching it before placing it to one side.

He brought out a smaller box of vials, which he held from the top, placing it in front of you and gripping it tighter to emphasise his hands when he saw your gaze lingering.

He smiled to himself, pushing his sleeves up - making you swallow harshly - as he pretended not to know you were watching him, all the while flexing just for your benefit.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes kept drifting over to him, couldn’t help that watching him be so efficient with flipping glass jars in the air and holding different ingredients made you that much more attracted to him. You couldn’t help your thoughts racing, thinking about asking him to use his hands on you and-

“Godric, I love your hands.”

Your eyes widened in shock as his head turned to you, your own hand covering your mouth as you realised what you’d just said, and you began stammering out, “I-I... I didn’t mean- I- George-“

George gave a pretend look of shock, as if he hadn’t purposely been working you up for the last however-long. “You like my hands?” He asked with a smirk, glancing down at them before his gaze fell back on you, taking in the sight of you being so flustered. You got lost in the way his eyes held yours, and you could do nothing but nod slowly, making George bite his lip and step forward.

His heart was racing at your confession, not quite believing it was happening but very much wanting to do something with that information, “If you like them so much, let’s put them to good use.”

“W-what?”

George looked you up and down, his tongue darting out to wetten his bottom lip, “You like my hands, and I wanna use them on you, darling. You going to let me?”

You took in the way he was looking at you - like all his dreams had come true, like you were the only thing he cared about, like he loved you. “Absolutely,” you breathed out.

And suddenly his hands were on your waist, bringing you closer to him as he brushed his lips against yours, savouring the first few moments of you being so close to him, before kissing you properly. His lips were soft, moving against yours in a way that, had you not have known any different, you may have thought he’d been kissing you for years. It felt familiar, yet with an added layer of something new. A kiss that made your skin feel like it was on fire, that, as he angled his head to deepen it, made your stomach flutter, and mind race.

It was so perfect, even with the occasional bump of your noses - so perfectly George - that you didn’t want it to end. He pulled away a little, pressing more kisses to your lips before he began moving down to your neck, pressing open mouthed, hot kisses to your skin, making you let out small, breathy moans, feeling him smile against you.

You ran your hands down his chest, playing gently with the buttons and pulling his tie completely off, and heading towards his belt as he licked the skin just below your ear.

Beginning to unbuckle his belt, you also “accidentally” brushed against the evident tent in his pants, and he pulled away from you to grin, “Didn’t know you wanted to get into my pants that badly, love.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and bit your lip at him, making his heart beat a little faster, “Your fault for bringing that delivery in so attractively.”

You’d managed to unbuckle his belt and pulled him back in for a kiss, him mumbling against your lips, “Might get Fred to order stock more often then if this is what happens.”

He led you over to the stairs, stumbling a little up the bottom two steps before trapping you against the banister for a moment, holding you close to him as he continued to kiss you, his tongue easily gliding into your mouth.

Between kisses, and George pulling your shirt off, you made it to the apartment above the shop, heading down the hallway and bumping into the cabinet that was stood between the bathroom and Fred’s room, before arriving at his bedroom door, which he nudged open with his feet, bringing you inside.

He held you by the waist, fingertips tightening a little as he pulled away from the kiss for air, and to lift you up so he could throw you onto the bed, the impact making your breasts bounce and George breathed out a, “Fuck, c’mere.”

He crawled on top of you, your back arching into the mattress as your arms looped around his neck, playing with the tufts of ginger hair at the base of his neck as you brought him back in for another kiss. Your hands moved down to begin unbuttoning his shirt, something you’d been imagining all day, before throwing it to the other side of the room, George doing the same with your bra.

A few moments later, you’d both shed the rest of your clothes, leaving you bare against him, breasts pressed against his chest, his arms either side of your head, supporting his weight above you. You could feel his breath hitting your hitting your lips, his face centimetres from yours.

In stark contrast to the compromising position you were in, George looked down at you with love, a look that warmed your heart as you gave him a small, almost shy, smile.

“You know I- uh- I love you, right? I’m in love with you, darling.” He looked almost vulnerable as he said that, his eyes flickering across your face as his lips parted a little.

You lifted your head up so your forehead rested against his, hands clutching his shoulders, “I’m in love with you too, Georgie.”

“Me or my hands?” He joked, making you shake your head and laugh. You pretended to think for a moment before replying, “Maybe both.”

“Let’s see if I can make you come from just my hands then, shall we?” He grinned, making your heart race as his fingers danced down your stomach before pressing against your clit.

“So wet for me,” He commented, circling it slowly, smirking at the way you let out little breathy moans, before he entered a finger into you, taking advantage of the way your back arched in order to take one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it, gently nibbling as he pushed his finger in and out of you, before adding a second finger, stretching you out a little.

“George,” you breathed out as he moved to your other breast.

He continued moving his fingers against you, in you, and you felt the familiar feeling of pleasure building in your stomach.

After being so wound up from watching him, you knew it wouldn’t take much more to reach your high, and as he continued to kiss your breasts, you breathed out slowly, almost embarrassed at how quickly he’d managed to turn you into a pile of mush at his touch.

“I’m close,” you whimpered, as George moved from your breasts to your collarbone, his thumb adding a little more pressure to your clit as his fingers moved.

Picking up his pace ever-so-slightly, he brought you closer to your high. He felt you clench around his fingers and pressed a kiss to your jawline. “Come for me princess,” he whispered against your ear in a low tone, making you shiver.

George watched the way you closed your eyes, mouth open and head tilted back as your high washed over you, pleasure running through you, and felt himself harden at the sight.

His fingers continued moving against you, although at a slower pace, and your hips jolted towards him at the overstimulation, “‘S a good girl.” He leant forward, pressing his body against yours as he kissed you gently.

“Think you can come for me again, love?”

You were breathing heavily from your first orgasm, though with the way his fingers were moving against you, you knew you’d be reaching your second before you could properly catch your breath. You nodded at him before he began trailing back down your stomach and settled himself between your legs.

You shivered as he lightly pressed kisses on the soft skin of your inner thigh, his hands squeezing your hips, before he licked into you, making you gasp out and clutch the bedsheets tightly. Letting out a moan as he pushed a finger back into you, you closed your eyes, head falling back against the headboard as you breathed out heavily from the way his tongue was moving against you.

You bucked your hips against him involuntarily, causing his free hand to push your hips back down and he looked up from between your legs, his eyes catching yours as he smirked against you, “Behave, darling.” You moaned as the vibrations of just those two words travelled through you, the hand not enclosed around his heading towards his messy hair and running through it, pulling at strands as you felt his tongue flatten against you.

Feeling your second orgasm creeping up on you, you wrapped your legs around his head and let out a moan as you felt George groan against you. Your second high felt more intense than the first, and the feel of George’s tongue pushing inside you made you moan out loudly, the feeling taking over you before you relaxed against him, legs falling onto his shoulders.

“You look so pretty when you come,” he grinned, moving back to hover over you. He pressed himself against you, rocking his hips against yours, arm muscles tensing as he held himself up over you.

You whined a little at the feel of him moving against your sensitive clit, making him smile.

“You ready for me, princess?”

You wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, the other reaching for his hand to intertwine your fingers together, “Always, Georgie.”

At your go-ahead, he pressed a kiss to your lips and eased himself into you, making you both moan out. “You feel so good wrapped around me, love,” he praised as he pulled out of you before pushing back in again, “Taking me so well.”

He moved against you, skin brushing against skin, his spare hand moving to touch any place he could, running his fingers down the curves of your body, before biting his lip as he pulled his hand from yours to grab your wrist, taking your other one from around his neck and holding them above your head, making you whimper as his arms flexed.

“Do you like what my hands can do to you, love? How I made you come from nothing but my fingers?” He groaned against you, feeling himself edging towards his own high.

“Yes... yes!” You breathed out, your eyes closing as you felt your high arriving fast, “George you feel so good.”

George groaned again, feeling you clenching around his cock in the same way you did around his fingers. He leant forward to kiss you, still holding your arms above your head and suddenly pleasure coursed through your body, and you sighed against his lips, him twitching and coming inside of you soon after with a deep growl.

He fell against your shoulder, pulling himself out of you before laying beside you, letting go of your wrists as you instinctively curled towards him.

George’s eyes wandered over to you, a smile small playing at his lips, taking in the way your hair was falling across his pillow, your eyes shut as you breathed heavily, eyelashes fanning across your cheeks, your hand resting on one of his biceps.

His gaze travelled across your neck and down to your collarbones, then across your breasts, a smug smile gracing his face. You opened your own eyes, catching his shit-eating grin and raised an eyebrow at him wearily, “What’s that look for?”

“I may or may not have left some... marks,” he replied cheekily, biting his lip, pupils blown wide as he took in the sight of you marked by him, pressed up next to him.

Your jaw dropped a little and you shook your head with a laugh, “Oh bloody hell, Georgie!” You stood up quickly and headed to the mirror across the room to check, fighting the urge to both laugh and smack him when you saw the red and purple marks littering your skin.

George sat back on the bed, eyes raking over your body, enjoying the sight of your bare bum and back, and found himself biting his lip and imagining all the things he wanted to do to you that night. His eyes lingered on the curve of your bum and he fought the urge to grab you again and pull you down onto him.

“I like them on you, they look hot,” George said with a grin, and you playfully glared at him in the mirror.

“You would think that.” Turning back around to him, you just missed the way his gaze flickered to the marks on your breasts and up to your neck, George feeling extremely proud of himself and his work.

“Yeah, it just shows people you’re mine I guess,” he shrugged unapologetically and gave you a smug grin, looking you up and down as you walked back over to him.

“Oh I’m yours, am I?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest and unintentionally accentuating your breasts to him, making him let out a groan as he reached for you.

“Of course you are.”

He pulled you back down onto him like he’d imagined before, your bare chest against his own, his large hands holding your waist as your nails gently scraped down his arms.

“Fancy a round two?” He asked, one of his hands already beginning to head back towards your clit.

Your eyes closed as you sighed contently as you felt his fingers press against you, enjoying the feel of him, “I could be convinced.”

As you were straddling him, you felt him harden more than he was against you, and you opened your eyes to meet his own, darkened with lust, his fingers still moving against you as his other hand gripped your hip.

“Oh princess, how about I make you come for a fourth time tonight? And then again. And then again. And again after that. Would that convince you?”

You bit your lip, pushing yourself against his hand and grinned at him, “I reckon it would. Or maybe I’ll just ride you instead.”

He picked up the pace of his fingers against you, and you let out a moan from above him as one of your own hands covered his on your hip, making him smile cheekily at you,

“Ride me then, darling, and then I’ll make sure you can’t walk in the morning.”

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[julek]

Idk if this counts as a poem but "Falling" by Harry Styles + Geraskier?no modern AU, if possible, please 💕

"They're about me."

Jaskier looks up, left eyebrow raised.

"The songs," Geralt continues, quietly. "They're about me."

Of course, Jaskier wants to say, of course they are. Of course you're only realizing this after twenty years of having known me. Instead, he smiles, a fragile thing.

"I've got a vast collection, Geralt," he says around a tight smile. "You'll need to be more specific."

Geralt shifts in his place, visibly uncomfortable. It's been a weird day — tragically, comically, Jaskier isn't sure — after all. He's once again sitting across from Geralt, watching as his amber gaze is directed at anything but him, his movements shy and cautious — vulnerable, almost. The wolf has finally unhinged its jaw.

Geralt clicks his tongue. "The ones... right after. The ones I wasn't here for."

Oh. Those, he means. the ones about falling into his own demise, chasing a storm that wasn't his, the imaginary planks he'd been walking on disappearing into thin air. The ones about neither leaving nor staying, being suspended in time instead, a murderous mountain and a rock to push up its trail, a myth of his own make.

Jaskier sighs. "They are."

He'd sung all afternoon to be allowed to sleep in the barkeep's hayloft. It's a cramped space, but there are miles between them, even if they're huddled around Jaskier's waning oil lamp. The light flickers over Geralt's face, shadows dancing over his features. There's a look in his eyes that Jaskier can't quite place, can't determine whether it's defeat or anger, resignation or just plain exhaustion. It scares him, the possibility that this is it — that after months and months of wondering, of subconsciously wandering around crowded market stalls and scanning tavern rooms, of feeling angry and disappointed and sad, that this is all there is. That there's simply nothing left to be said.

That it was all for nothing.

Finally, after staring at every single plank and rafter, Geralt looks at him.

"You know," he says, his tone lighter, fonder. "I didn't notice, at first. It was Ciri who pointed it out." He smiles. "You'd like her— she knows her metric and rhymes."

Jaskier can't help the way his lips curl around a smile at the mention of her name. "You found her."

Geralt nods, looking so wistful that if it weren't for their current circumstances, Jaskier would tease him relentlessly. "She found me, I think." He looks at his hands. "Much like you did."

The casual admission breaks Jaskier's heart, tearing so deep that he can't help but feel that unresolved anger come back to him. It shouldn't have happened like this.

"Why are you here, Geralt?" he snaps, and he knows there's venom in his words, but he just can't help it. "You don't get to, to— to come back to me out of the blue and just— just play catch-up like it's been just another winter apart." He looks around, feeling the hurt constricting his chest. "You don't get to just come and, and act like— like we're friends." His voice cracks, small. "It's not fair."

Jaskier breathes in. His tone is even, monotone. "You don't get to keep me in the dark for twenty years about how you really feel about me," he says, "and come back pretending it never happened."

It's silent in the hayloft, and Jaskier can feel his own heart hammering against his chest. He knows Geralt can hear it too.

"Jask," Geralt says, his voice so soft and small and pleading, it makes Jaskier want to cry. He stretches his arm, his hand barely grazing Jaskier's, and looks into his eyes. "I'm sorry."

Jaskier says nothing, but allows Geralt to thread their fingers together.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you," Geralt says after a moment. "It wasn't fair to you. It was a lie, you were never—" He cuts himself off, frustrated. Jaskier squeezes his hand. "You were never a curse. You were one of the only good things I'd ever had in my life."

"But you sent me away," Jaskier whispers, his voice broken.

Geralt closes his eyes. "It was a mistake," he replies. "You were there, and I— it was the easy road. And I took it." He opens his eyes, and they're sincere and hopeful when he whispers, "And I'm sorry."

Jaskier sighs and leans his head onto Geralt's shoulder. He's so tired. "I forgive you," he murmurs, because how could he not, looking at their joined hands in the low light.

"I came here," Geralt says, his breath tickling Jaskier's hair, "because I don't want to be without you."

Jaskier turns, and they're very close now, Geralt's face a breath away. "Geralt," he warns, but he feels hope blooming dangerously in his chest.

"I mean it," Geralt says, and presses his forehead against Jaskier's. "I can't stand the quiet."

Jaskier smiles, unsure. "Thought that was all you were looking for."

Geralt's finger traces circles on Jaskier's skin, his other hand coming up to rest on his cheek. It's warm, despite the cold wind blowing outside. "I was wrong," he admits.

Jaskier looks into Geralt's eyes, then hides his face in the crook of his neck. "It'll take time," he murmurs. "I don't—"

"I know," Geralt says, rubbing a hand down Jaskier's back. "I understand."

"But I want to," Jaskier replies, pulling back. "I do."

Geralt smiles, presses a kiss to Jaskier's forehead. Jaskier stays in his arms for a while, listening to the slow beating of his heart. Gods, how he'd missed him. That comforting smell of leather, and horse, and just a tiny hint of onion. Jaskier breathes it all in, and, for a second, he can stop worrying about the next minute, can quieten all the noise in his brain.

"You know," he says, and Geralt makes a curious hmm that makes him laugh. "They're also about you, the, uh— the other songs. The ones before."

"Oh."

"I thought you knew," Jaskier says, huffing a laugh. "I wasn't exactly trying to hide it."

Geralt's arms tighten around him, and he feels him nuzzle at his neck. "Could you tell me, again?"

Jaskier smiles.

#mywriting #i hope you like it!!!! i loved writing it <3 #geraskier fic #hurt/comfort #answered #anonymous #geralt x jaskier

[superstarsapphi]

Super excited that you're back haha okay so I've been thinking, maybe a Vanessa x reader but instead reader is the follower of Glitchtrap and Vanessa is just a security guard? Maybe angst or fluff? Idk this concept has been in my mind for quite some time 😅

Horrifying Bunny.. Thing..

Character(s): Vanessa x Security Guard! Reader

Y/N: GN - Gender Neutral / No pronouns used

Warnings: Mention of “cult” and the idea of following Glitchtrap being a “cult”, Mention of Glitchtrap

Genre: Neutral/ Slight (Very slight) Angst

A/N: Heyy! I’m so glad to be back! I struggled a bit because i haven’t kept up with Glitchtrap lore I’M SORRY 😭 If this is wrong please shoot me a dm babe and i’ll fix it!

please note, formatting is done on mobile, and is meant for mobile users. not proofread.

・・・・・・・・・・ʚ♡ɞ・・・・・・・・・・

It was never surprising how fast you’d climbed the ranks in the Fazbear Entertainment company. You worked hard, and you did as told. Most would steal some memorabilia or try and tamper with things, others would not do anything at all. Rather you watched the plex well during the day, and even better at night.

It wasn’t often you had to work night shift, as Vanessa usually took over it, but every now and again you’d cover for her. Then your every so often became every night as you started to work the night shift alongside Vanessa. The two of you got close quick, and became attached at the hip.

Vanessa had found it odd how quickly you climbed the ranks though. She was a family friend of some of the higher ups in the company which helped her climb over time, but you managed to be at her level in no time at all. No matter, she paid it no mind.

You seemed to have some.. Odd disappearances every now and again. Vanessa swore she heard you talking to someone in a long forgotten security office.. Though she never caught you doing anything to raise any more suspicion.

Soon enough you two found yourself getting much closer on a romantic level. It was only months into your relationship that Vanessa even heard of Glitchtrap’s existence.. By accident, of course.

This time, she watched where you ran off to during your shifts. This time, she saw the forgotten office you’d fled to. And this time, she saw the horrifying bunny.. thing.. that is Glitchtrap.

“You can see him..? You can see him!” You exclaimed, almost too excitedly. Of course she could see that.. Thing. “Yes.. Yes you’d works well. You can see him, that means you must be chosen to follow him too, right? Right?” You seemed over the moon, approaching your girlfriend for a squeezing hug. It was all too fast for her.

Vanessa pulled you off of her, placing her hands on your shoulders so she could look you in the face. “Woah, woah, woah. Follow him? As in like.. The creepy cult way? Babe. What are you talking about?” The amount of concern outweighed her curiosity on the situation. She wanted nothing but the best for her lover, and yet you were possibly putting yourself in danger over this? She couldn’t have it.

It took hours of explaining over the end of your shifts and a long, king conversation about your relationship after you got back to your shared home that Vanessa decided her stance on the situation. “I don’t think this is at all safe. I don’t think he’s safe. I don’t want to see you hurt. Please, stop following him.” She practically begged you.

If you agreed, she’d be more than happy to try and help with removing the corruption done onto you by the awful creature and help you never associate with him again.

But had you refused.. Then she’d become much more serious. At this point, it came to the point your relationship depended on it. “This.. Stupid following or me, Y/N. You make your pick. You can’t have both. Don’t regret what you’ve done afterwards, either.”

#☘️.ask #fnaf security breach x reader #security breach x reader #fnaf x reader #vanessa x reader #vanny x reader #vanessa simps pspspspspspsps

[theepisceswriter]

Caught/Nearly caught having sex in public w/ AOT characters ( Eren, Reiner, Armin, )

A/N: I’m going through the final stage of grief after reading ch 139 and that stage is horniness so now I’m bestowing that upon all of you. Shoutout to my faithful stoned thot anon for requesting this !

Synopsis: I think the title is pretty self explanatory, but having sex in public with your partner and getting caught, or nearly getting caught, by someone.

TW: typos because once again I don’t proof read, fembodied!reader, public sex obviously, mature things,, breeding kink for Reiner , voyeurism (is that what it’s called? Idk!) for Armin, 18+, MINORS DNI

EREN JAEGER: At the club

Only Eren could convince you to even step foot into a public, let alone a CLUB, restroom. Only he could convince you to sit on the seat of a toilet that he shittily put a protect film over and watched as he knelt on the seemingly clean floor, head disappearing underneath your dress and long locks leaking through the bottom hem of your dress as he worked your underwear off. Don’t get it wrong, you were just as aroused and worked up as he was. The slow whine of his body against yours on the dance floor had you going crazy, mind hazy with lust and everyone else around you disappearing but you, him, and the sensual sensation of your arms roaming each other’s body.

If you were able to you would’ve let him take you right then and there in the middle of the floor in front of all those people. The thought of your knees scraping against the tiled floor with each thrust of Eren’s hips behind you as you clutched the bottom of your dress for support, everyone stopping and staring to watch the show you two were putting on, really made an abundance of wetness cumulate against the top of your thighs closest to your cunt. Because, of course, an ending with his cock stuffing you full was never inevitable whenever the two of you went on date nights.

“I have you trained so good that you don’t even wrest underwear anymore when you go out with me? God, you’re so desperate for me baby it’s almost pathetic.” He would speak from underneath your dress, blowing the warm breath of his mouth against your clit, enjoying the way your hips bucked up against him out of want and he hadn’t even given you his tongue yet. Finally, he indulges you; the warmth of his tongue mixed with the occasional shocks of coldness from the metallic stud in his tongue has you forgetting that you’re in a public area for a moment.

You use your teeth to try and hold in your moans, biting them back just incase anyone else is lingering outside the door of the bathroom or in one of the other stalls. But the loud slurping coming from Eren is enough to let anybody know what’s going on. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Too embarrassed at the thought of someone walking in on you like this; cheeks flushed, dress hiked up around your thighs, and your breasts barely restrained by your dress.

“If you keep biting back your moans I will stop completely and leave you in this bathroom to take care of yourself.” As if his words weren’t enough encouragement to finally get you moaning out his name, the feeling of his long index and middle finger slipping into you definitely made a surprised gasp leave your lips. His name falling from your lips soon after.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Let them know who’s in this stall making you feel this good.”

Too good because even if you wanted to try you couldn’t hold your moans back anymore. That familiar coil in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter with each thrust of his fingers and it only encouraged Eren to move them faster, tongue continuing to lick long stripes up your clit. This bathroom stall was your heaven right now.

“I’m so close, I’m so close, I’m so-“

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

And just like that your orgasm was ruined. An innocent girl looking to release the drinks that have been building up in her uterus just had to be the one to walk in on you two. Not to mention the fact that Eren never locked the fucking door of the bathroom. He gets from under your dress immediately, cheeks and chin covered with your juices and his eyes filled with remorse. “I’m sorry, babe. I was too caught up in the moment to lock the door when we first got in here.”

That did nothing to help with your embarrassment.

REINER BRAUN: In a public pool

Did you guys know that having sex in a pool or hot tub increases your chances of getting pregnant? Because Reiner the breeder absolutely knew that and it’s exactly what his mind went to after only a couple minutes of being in the jacuzzi with you. It was supposed to be a relaxing late night date night for the two of you, but now he had other plans.

His mind was already swimming with thoughts of you bouncing on his cock up and down the moment he saw you in your swimsuit, so this random thought popping into his head only added fire to the fuel. He was hungry for you and the way he swooped you into his arms and placed you on his lap, bulge poking out against your ass, let you know exactly what he was thinking.

“Babe, there’s people in the apartments surrounding us!”

“They’re not paying any attention to us. Please, I need to feel you so bad right now. It’ll be quick plus it’s like 10 at night 🥺” There’s no resisting those hazel hues once he pulled out those puppy dog eyes and though you didn’t want to admit it, there was something thrilling about the thought of one of your neighbors glancing out of their windows to look at the night sky; only to see you getting pounded behind by Reiner in the jacuzzi at the public pool.

You didn’t even need to give him any verbal confirmation. You did your talking through your actions, reaching behind you and pulling the fabric of your bikini bottoms to the side. The tip of his cock already pressing at your entrance and entering you with ease with help from the water surrounding the two of you. Everything felt so warm and relaxing, even the bubbles from the hot tub surrounding your clit added a new sensation that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Reiner was on cloud nine his own Damn self, hips snapping up against yours at a pace that had him groaning with each thrust. The thought of his seed filling you in no time, let alone in a public place like this, really getting him going. Water splashing around the two of you from the force of this thrusts.

“Fuck, my load is going to be so big I can feel it already and you’re going to get every last drop of it deep inside of you. Going to make you so nice and plump in a couple of months. You want a Braun? I’ll give you however many you want.”

He really knew what to say, his words always coaxing you into your orgasm and a state of pleasure that you were positive was on the borderline of subspace. Sex with Reiner was an otherworldly experience on its own, but the effects that this hot tub had on the two of you and the possibility of someone watching from their window had the two of you approaching your orgasms faster than expected. Reiner was the first one to reach his. His load emptying inside of you like promised and your plush walls gripping at his twitching cock, milking him for all he had as your orgasm followed his only seconds later.

Per usual, the two of you remained in the position instead of pulling out immediately to reserve the cum inside of you like Reiner always liked to do. Just basking in that afterglow of sex and the relaxing waves of the hot tub.

It was the rattling of a flashlight against bars that brought the two of you out of your tranquil states and let the reminder that the two of you were still in public relish in. You moved off of him at the speed of light and adjusted your bikini so you were covered up once more. One glance over at Reiner and you saw him stuffing himself back into his swim trunks before diverting his attention over to the gate like you.

“The pool is closed. You two need to leave.”

“S-Sorry! We’ll be on our way!” You announced with red cheeks, hopping out of the water despite the wobbly feeling in your legs, Reiner following not too far behind.

Definitely not the last time the two of you were having jacuzzi sex.

ARMIN ARLET:  between the shelves at the library

When you first met your blonde haired blue eyed boyfriend you never expected him to be as freaky as he was. You expected him to be shy, quiet, and wanting you to take the lead 90% of the time but it was nothing like that. It was like he switched to a completely different Armin when he got in the mood and you don’t know which one he switch to today, but you hoped to see more of the Armin who suggested that the two of you fuck between bookshelves in the library.

Now here you were; skirt bunched up around your thighs, shirt & bra both pulled down so Armin could stuff one of your nipples into his mouth to muffle his moans against, and your thighs slapping against his bare ones as you rode him on the floor of the Greek Mythology and Norse section. His hips bucking and rolling up into yours in a way that he knew made you whimper and whine, a teasing gesture knowing that you couldn’t do any of those two things right now. But still you took your chance and let out a muffled whimper, making his eyes go wide and mouth popping off of your nipple in an instant. His hand is quick to go over your mouth with a roughness that keeps you from letting out a breath that was too loud.

He couldn’t even whisper in your ear to mess with you like he wanted to, nor could either of you move your hips too fast and cause a lot of noise because you could hear a penny drop in this library. It was a Friday night which meant hardly anyone was in it, but still a few people were scattered out along in the medium sized building. Not to mention the nosey librarian who always spies on you two when you were in her view. All you could do was throw your head back in pleasure, hips rolling down harder into his to heighten the pleasure you were already feeling.

It was the rough padding of Armin’s thumb on your clit that sent your eyes shooting open and once they did you were met with the sight that you would never expect; a peeping Tom looking at the two of you from gaps that they had created in the bookshelf surrounding you two purposefully. With a loud gasp you hurried off of Armin, pulling your shirt up and adjusting your skirt with a quickness that had him confused and scared.

“Did I do something you didn’t like? I-I’m sorry I should’ve asked before I touched your clit.” Poor baby thinks it’s something that he did, but you’re quick to tell him about the unwarranted peeping Tom that gave you the creeps that had since disappeared. He was livid, ready to go after the man and possibly swing a punch or two his way, but it was your reminding of him that the two of you were indeed in a public place and couldn’t do much about it that calmed him down. Plus, you wouldn’t admit it out loud but the thought of someone watching the two of you that whole time kind of turned you on even more.

#I envision the peeping Tom for the Armin one to be Bertholdt just because #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot imagines #aot smut #attack on titan smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun smut #armin arlet smut #armin arlet x reader #Spicy.