#so maybe that’s some sort of sign that i need to slow the fuck down

[callixton]

oh i am on the Brink of a mental breakdown. and like a real one. i am going to feel so so fucking terrible and guilty if i don’t go to the first week of mac rehearsal bc i need to recover but i am also getting the sense that i Need to recover. i have never been this burnt out or genuinely terrified of starting a new semester in my life.

#we go back to campus a week early for mac. to be clear #and god they’ll be long days and they’ll be physically emotionally and mentally draining and i genuinely dont know if i can take that #but i am also going to be missing SO much time. and i won’t be there to support the people who i need to #i have also. been thinking a lot about how i’m scared that i think so much abt death bc i’m gonna be one of those people #who seem even more than everyone else like they have a finite time and then they die young #and then my mom compared me to jonathan larson tonight #so maybe that’s some sort of sign that i need to slow the fuck down #i am crying rn. for myself. which happens about three times a year #and yeah one is usually during winter break so we’re on schedule #i don’t know. idk!! i don’t know what to do here #and i still have to do my fucking scene prep for tomorrow #bc i was talking my mom about it and i really needed support which she was giving and then she has to leave for five seconds #and when she came back the entire conversation was just about her own problems again which we’ve already talked about every fucking night bc #- you can’t leave conversations with her and i hate when she fucking drunks i hate it i hate it #i am Not Well. i’ve sort of been avoiding admitting to myself just how badly #but man. i can push through anything until i drop but when i start wishing that i’ll drop so i have an excuse for a break….. not good #ted talks #the west wing

[noxtivagus]

UWAHH TEASING MY FRIENDS IS SO FUN

#🌙.rambles #i love their reactions sm when i make playful comments or tease them abt smth #like yeah last night an irl asked me some advice n stuff bcs she n this other friend r gna meet irl soon #(hopefully) bcs it depends on their parents as well if they'd allow bcs they never met irl before wahh #i feel like an overseer of romances.... #T_T y do ppl go to me for advice i am so bad at social stuff . #wah i rmber last night she was telling me abt how he flirts w her n god they're so cute 🥺 #i wish i had the courage to . idk flirt more or smth ;;; #but i only have the courage to do it purely platonically bcs i will never give signs /if/ ever i like someone #i'm so bored rn goddamn #i rlly need to sleep earlier but i can't help it ;;;; #it's late at night that i really can let myself be most free #since it feels like time slows down. n w being tired after the whole day there's this irreplaceable reallness in the #vulnerability i guess that you can find in those hours? #a feeling that seems so familiar yet mysterious. a continuation of the night yesterday but never quite the same #n i cld easily lose myself in the comforting dark n silence of the night #oh my god what the fuck do i do rn i feel so overwhelmed again #i'm not typically the kind of person to be so openly /open/ like this i suppose but i've been so tired these days that there's this sort of #apathy? yeah. i'll write wtvr bs that comes in my head n i'll write. share then delete as if there was so trace left behind #the fleetingness of it is maybe smth that i find comfort in. a little comfort i can bring upon myself in this unpredictable world #im writing nonsense at this point oh my god i'm so bored but i can't bring myself to do anything #just wna hide ;;; but i have stuff to do i can't rest just yet

[dantakeyoman]

omg.. i need a pt 2 to the seeing you for the first time :") it was so well written!! maybe something where he keeps staring at her and not doing well to adapt until his parents scold him?? if ur too busy then no need obv, but yeah i like ut writing alot !! 🫶🫶

Neteyam Is Struggling In Learning The Metkayina Ways, So You Give Him Some Encouragement (SFW)

Part 2 of "Head Over Heels"

CW: simp Neteyam, touchy reader, Lo'ak and Kiri duo, annoyed Ao’nung, reader is lowkey kinda crazy lol ( but in a good way i swear ), i headcannon that the Sully kids use beads as a barter system of some sort, and the person with the most beads has the most bragging rights, which is why Lo’ak and Neteyam have so many in their hair ( they bet a lot), Kiri has a few, and Tuk has next to none ( she doesn’t really understand it, but still attempts to )

“Neteyam, how many times have I told you? You must breathe from here, not here,” you playfully scolded, placing your hand on his chest and stomach to show how he was doing it wrong.

Neteyam’s breath hitched, already feeling his heart rate pick up.

Shit.

You moved you hand from on top of his lungs, to on top of his heart, and sighed.

It was practically going a mile a minute, like every other time you had checked these past two weeks.

“And your heartbeat. You must calm down, Neteyam. Allow your mind to go blank, and your heart rate to slow.”

It had been the same shtick since the boy got here.

All of the other Sullys had taken to their lessons swimmingly, now able to keep up with Ao’nung and Tsireya.

But Neteyam was the only one that couldn’t quite get the breathing right.

When Ao’nung taught him how to ride an ilu, he got it almost immediately. It only took him two tries.

When Rotxo taught him some basic sign language, he got each gesture the moment it was shown to him.

So why was he having so much trouble when you showed him some simple breathing techniques?

Little did you know, the boy could to do the breathing perfectly fine.

Practicing in his free time, he had managed to get it on his own.

But in order to graduate from his lessons, he had to keep up the technique for 5 minutes, with you checking to make sure he maintained the proper form.

And that was the root of the problem.

In order to check, you had to touch him, feel up on his chest.

And that always sent his heart into a frenzy, making all memory of the technique go out the window.

You were just so...you.

Every time you got anywhere near him, everything about you would flood his senses.

Your smell, your voice, hell, just your aura in general. 

It would all cloud his mind, and leave him unable to think about anything else.

It was overwhelming, and made it so he couldn’t be anywhere near you unless he wanted to become a stuttering idiot.

Which was, obviously, impossible to avoid during your lessons.

How does Dad do this everyday?

Who knew having an angel could be so frustrating.

“Here,” you started, snapping him out of his thoughts. “I think I have one more way to help you get it.”

He watched you, intently, as you tied a large rock to a really long stalk of kelp, then tied it to your ankle.

Once it was secure, you gave him a warm smile, which practically turned him to putty.

Fuck.

“See you later,” you winked, pushing the rock in the water and jumping in after it.

Neteyam stared, confused, as he watched you sink.

What is she doing?

2 minutes go by.

Is this normal?

4 minutes go by.

Okay, something’s up.

5 minutes go by.

That’s it.

Neteyam quickly dove into the water, frantically looking around to find any sign of you.

When he couldn’t see anything, he swam deeper, turning at a large coral reef.

There was no way you could’ve disappeared. So why couldn’t he find you?

It was scaring him.

What if you drowned? What if you were attacked by a predator? What if you had been swept away by the current?

These thoughts only fueled him more. And when he made it past this giant school of fish, he saw you.

The fish had been obstructing his vision at first, but he could now see that you were floating in the water, limply, as the rock from before kept you tethered to the ground.

Without hesitation, he swam towards you, whipping out his knife and cutting off the kelp stalk, before taking you in his arms, dragging you up.

He could feel himself slowly running out of air, but he had to stay strong. He couldn’t let you drown, not like this.

Not when he could’ve saved you sooner.

“Sure, men can have angels. But only real men can protect them,” his father’s words repeated in his head, keeping him going.

He was a real man.

And he was going to be his angel’s protector.

When the two of you broke the surface, he let out a loud gasp, flopping the both of you back onto the rock, panting.

When he turned to you, you were unconscious, laying still on the stone.

“(y/n)! (y/n), are you alright?!” Neteyam frantically asked, trying to shake you awake, pressing on your chest a few times.

That seemed to do the trick because you gasped, coughing up a little bit of water as your eyes snapped open.

“For Eywa’s sake! You surely took your time,” you breathlessly laughed, looking up at the boy with a smile.

“I-...wait....YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE?!” he exclaimed, shocked.

He was absolutely befuddled. You scared him half to death, and you did it on purpose?

“I’m sorry I tricked you. But that was the only way I could see the breathing get through your thick skull,” you apologized, giving him a little flick in his temple, making his nose twitch.

It made your smile grow.

He looked cute when he was shocked.

Without warning, he pulled you into a bone crushing hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Please don’t scare me like that ever again,” he asked, his voice quiet and slightly broken.

It made you blush, and your heart wrench, at the same time.

You hadn’t thought he cared for you that much. Not to the point where he sounded like he was on the verge of tears at your death.

It made you guilty for pulling such a cruel stunt.

But it also made you feel loved, loved in a way you had never felt love before.

“I am really sorry, Neteyam,” you apologized once more, your joking tone gone.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he backed out the hug, keeping him close.

He expression turned confused, and you gave him a chaste kiss as an answer, making his eyes blow wide.

This was really happening. You were really holding him. You were really kissing him.

Eywa, please don’t let this be a dream.

You kept it short and sweet, long enough to let him feel your emotion, but short enough to make him want more.

When you pulled away, his lips chased you a little bit, mindlessly, and you giggled.

“Let’s take it slow, forest boy,” you smiled, placing a hand on his lips.

He nodded frantically, like a child being promised candy, and it made you burst into full laughter.

This boy made you feel happier than you had in a long time.

“C’mon, let’s go for a swim,” you suggested, moving your hand from his mouth and nodding towards the water.

“I’m in,” he smiled, staring at you with an enamored glint in his eye.

That’s when you remembered.

“Hey, if it makes you feel any better,” you started with a smirk, turning to him and resting your hands on his chest.

His breath hitched, and his heart picked up speed yet again.

You leaned into his ear, dropping your voice to a whisper.

“You passed.”

The way you said the words made a shiver go down his spine, and a warmth spread through his body, it’s origins being your hands.

You pulled back, flashing him an innocent smile as if what you did was the most natural thing in the world.

But he knew better.

You knew exactly what you were doing to him, hiding it behind that beautiful smile and those gorgeous eyes.

Little did you know that that was making you all the more enticing.

Who knew his angel could be such a little troublemaker?

bonus !!

Lo’ak, Kiri, Tuk, and Ao’nung watched you kiss Neteyam in the distance, their ilu lessons being put on hold for the spectacle.

“Look at my bro. It’s only two weeks and he’s getting some tail in,” Lo’ak smirked, setting a reminder in his head to congratulate his brother the next time he saw him. 

“You better tell him to keep his hands to himself,” Ao’nung grumbled, turning to Kiri.

He did not find the situation as amusing as Lo’ak.

“Tell her that,” Kiri playfully scoffed, watching you move your hands down to his chest.

“Are Neteyam and (y/n) mates now?” Tuk asked, tugging on Lo’ak’s arm.

“No. But it’s only a matter of time,” he shrugged, ruffling her hair.

“Hey!” Ao’nung exclaimed, shooting the boy a sharp glare.

“I’m betting a week,” Kiri smirked, crossing her arms as she turned to her brother, holding up a satchel of beads.

“I’ll take action,” he smirked back, holding up his own.

“I hate you all,” Ao’nung groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

But in all honesty, knowing his sister, he gave it a few days.

#avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #na'vi x reader #na'vi x y/n #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam fluff #atwow x reader #atwow #metkayina

[f1goat]

his teammate + lando norris x part eight

In which you find yourself getting closer to your brothers new teammate who's a dick.

lando norris x fem!verstappen (sister) + cursewords + smut

masterlist x playlist

When Lando wakes up, he is quick to feel really satisfied. It wasn’t a dream or just drunken hallucinations. You’re actually here and still lying in his bed next to him. It’s insane how good that feels. Your head lies onto his torso. Lando can’t resist himself from softly taking a strand of your hair into his fingers. He plays a bit with it while he watches you. It amazes him that you’re really here. Here in his bed with him. Yesterday feels like some sort of dream, but he’s more then happy that it’s not.

You slowly open your eyes. The first seconds you almost panic. Why are you not in your own hotel room? Slowly you start to remember the events of last night. The way you were the one to initiate the first kiss between you and Lando, the way he made you all worked up into a small toilet stall and all the things he did to you later in his hotel room. Fuck. You’re in deep trouble, but maybe the most troubling part is that you don’t regret one tiny bit. You’d do it again in no time.

“Hi,” you whisper softly to Lando when you look at him. You notice that he is already looking at you. You feel your cheeks reddening for a bit while realizing that. 

“Hey princess,” Lando replies to you. He scans your face to find out what you’re thinking right now. He knows for sure that you weren’t too drunk last night, but he’s still afraid that you regret it. He can’t find any signs of regret on your face, but he doesn’t know if he can trust himself on that. 

You let out a yawn. Lando laughs softly. You don’t know what to say to him, so you decide to press your face in his chest. it’s comfortable and warm. You could fall asleep like this again. Lando strokes your hair. 

“I could fall asleep all over again like this,” you tell Lando jokingly. 

“I won’t stop you,” he says, “but we do have a flight to catch in a couple hours.” 

Fuck. Of course. You still need to pack for the flight and after your outfit stress from yesterday, your hotel room is a big mess. You let out a sigh while you get up. Lando is quick to look at you questioning. 

“My room is a big mess,” you explain, “and I still need to pack my luggage.” 

Lando laughs. He pulls you back onto his chest. His arms are wrapped around your body. He presses a soft kiss against your forehead. “5 more minutes?” He asks sweetly. You can’t deny him and are quick to lay down again. 

A few minutes later you’re tangled in bed with Lando. Those five minutes already turned into ten minutes. Lando is drawing figures on your back, his hand keeps getting lower. You know that you need to get out of bed and pack your suitcase, but you don’t want to leave the warm bed and Lando. Certainly not when his hand suddenly grabs your ass. Surprised you let out a soft moan when he starts kneading it. 

“A few more minutes?” Lando asks you with a small smile. You can only nod as an answer. Lando smirks. He is quick to changes positions with you. In no time he’s hovering over you, while you’re lying on your back onto the bed. He presses a kiss against your forehead before bringing his lips to yours. 

While kissing Lando, you let your hands discover his body a bit more. Slowly you run them around his bare chest. He’s even more muscled then you already thought. You let out a soft whine when Lando stops kissing you. That whine is quickly forgotten when you feel his mouth sucking at your nipple. 

You move your hands a bit more downwards. Without warning Lando you take his member into your hands. Slowly you start to stroke him. Lando is quick to let out a soft moan. In the mean time his hand finds your pussy. He teases you a bit by softly touching your clit and making you wait for him to continue.

“Ever had slow morning sex?” He asks you. 

You shake your head. 

“Me neither,” Lando confesses. He takes his member out of your hands, slowly he lets himself slide into you. You let out a moan when he’s deeply inside of you. Lando continues to move slowly in and outside of you. 

+++

“I think we need to talk about everything what happened, right?”

Lando waited for this moment. You have said the words he has been dreading to say all morning. The five minutes turned into ten and ten into another make out session which eventually turned into soft, slow morning sex. He never had sex like that. Normally he’s always for the quick fuck, but with you he wants to take all the time of the world. After that he told you that he would help you pack, since it was a bit of his fault that you still were at his room. 

So he’s currently standing in the middle of your hotel room. You did tell him it was a mess, but it’s even a bigger mess then he thought. There are clothes everywhere. But that isn’t the mess he’s worried about, he’s more worried about what mess your question will cause. What kind of conversation will follow? 

“Uh yeah,” Lando eventually answers you, he can’t help himself and shoots you a question next. “Do you regret it?” He feels nervous while waiting for your answer. What if you do regret it? What if this was some sort of one time thing? Fuck that would be a karma action. He always uses girls for one time things, he would deserve it that you used him for that as well. But still. He feels how he’s getting a bit panicked while looking at you. 

You look at Lando with frowned eyebrows. You notice his panicked glaze at you. What’s going on? Is he really stressing this much because of it? You know you should answer Lando and stop his stressing, but you’re still thinking about how to tell him what’s on your mind. 

“Babygirl?” Lando questions you. 

You know it’s time to answer. But you’re still wondering what to say. Lando keeps looking at you. You notice how he seems even more stressed then before. Without saying anything, you walk towards Lando. You put your arms around your body and cuddle him. Lando instantly relaxes a bit in your arms. You feel how his tense body is slowly getting a bit more relaxed again. 

“Relax Lan,” you tell him slowly, “I don’t regret anything that happened between us.”

“But?” Lando is quick to question. 

“But I don’t know how to continue this,” you tell him honestly. Before Lando can ask a question, you continue to talk. “I don’t even want to know how Max will respond to this,” you explain, “and then you have the media and all the fans. You’re having a bad image you know, what if everyone thinks that you’re using me? What if it causes everyone to think bad about you?” 

“I don’t care about that,” Lando replies, “Let them think about me what they want.”

“And did you ever notice how much hate the girls get for dating drivers? I already get a lot of hate because I’m Max sister, but if anyone finds out they’ll hate me even more,” you add.

“What do you mean? Are people leaving hate comments to you?” Lando asks confused, “Why would they do that?”

You ignore his question. “I really like you Lan, but this will bring so much trouble.”

“So you don’t want to explore this feeling?” Lando asks you a bit down. 

You grab Lando his hand. Slowly you traces figures onto his skin. “Let me talk okay, let me explain,” you tell him, hinting that he needs to stop interrupting. “You need to know that I don’t regret anything Lan. If I’d regret yesterday night, then why would I have sex with you again this morning?” You wait a couple seconds before you continue, hoping your words will sink in with Lando.

“The thing is, we don’t know what will happen next. I mean we we’re fighting only a week or so ago. The thing I do know is how much trouble this will bring. Max is probably going to kill you when he finds out, media are going insane and RedBull will hate us for that and the fans are going to hate me,” you explain, “and I need to know if you think it’s worth all that trouble when we don’t even know ourselves which direction this is going.”

“I want everything you’re willing to give me,” Lando states, “I don’t care if it’s some sort of secret relationship or a public relationship.” 

“Maybe we can figure this out privately first?” You suggest. 

Lando gives you a surprised look. “What do you mean?” He asks, “Are you willing to try this? To try us?”

You show him a small smile and press a kiss against his cheek. “Yes,” you answer. Lando pulls you closer against himself and presses his lips against yours. “Thank god,” Lando mutters softly after pulling back, “thank fucking god.”

“But we need to make sure no one finds out,” you say, “except your friend Max of course, since he already knows.”

“What are you going to tell your brother, I mean he’ll figure out that you’re spending time with me eventually?” Lando asks you. 

“I don’t know yet, I’ll think of something,” you sigh, “but when we’re ready to tell people, Max is the first one to hear.”

Lando nods as an agreement. 

“And now you really need to help me pack, because otherwise we will miss this flight,” you tell Lando while laughing. He apparently disagrees with your words, because he takes your attention from packing away again by kissing you.

+++

“Why did you go home early last night?” Max asks you. He’s sitting in front of you in his private jet. Kelly is sleeping next to him. Since Max wanted to strengthen his bond with his new teammate, he invited Lando on the plane as well. Meaning that you’re sitting next to Lando currently. This is already awkward. 

“I wasn’t feeling it,” you tell Max, “I was tired and wanted to sleep.”

“What about Pierre?” Max asks you, “Wasn’t he nice?”

You see how Lando his body tenses next to you. It’s hard to miss, but Max doesn’t seem to notice it. You’re glad that Kelly is asleep, since she has a better eye for those things then your brother.

“He was so boring,” you state, “I’m sorry Max but you need to stop playing matchmaker when you’re drunk. You have no idea who to match with me.”

“What’s wrong with Pierre?” Max asks.

Lando can’t stop himself and let’s out a soft snort. If you ask him, there’s a lot wrong with Pierre. Max looks up at him but doesn’t question it. You look at him as well. Doesn’t Lando like Pierre as well?

“Come on Max,” you laugh, “Pierre only talks about himself and about how he still deserves the RedBull seat next to you. Maybe that he’s different with you because he needs you to manage that.”

“Is he that bad?” Max asks you with a soft laugh.

“He didn’t ask me one question,” you reply.

“Hm, I’ll find someone else next time,” Max tells you jokingly. You know by the tone of his voice that he’s joking, but Lando doesn’t realize that. You notice how he’s tensing up again. With a careful movement you lay your hand on his leg. Lando is quick to grab your hand with his own, holding it tightly. 

“Please don’t,” you tell Max.

Max laughs. “Sorry,” he says, “but I do think that Pierre is still interested. He texted me for your number.”

“Did you give it?” You ask.

“No, I told him he could ask you yourself.”

“Thank god,” you reply relieved.

When you feel your phone vibrate against your leg, you pull it out of your pocket surprised. You notice a new text message. When you unlock your phone a second one comes in. You take back the ‘thank god’ you said before. Who gave Pierre your number? Fuck. 

Unknown number: Hi! Let’s do something together this week. Maybe dinner?

Unknown number: It’s Pierre btw

You didn’t notice that Lando read along with you. He lets go of your hand while letting out an annoyed sigh. You look at him, he doesn’t look back at you. It’s kinda obvious that he’s annoyed, but it’s not like you can do anything about it.

“Who could have given my number to Pierre? He just texted me,” you ask your brother.

“I don’t know,” Max replies confused, “That’s weird.”

You typ back to Pierre.

Y/N: hey, how did you get my number?

Pierre is quick to respond again, you barely have time to tell Max that you asked Pierre how he got your number.

Pierre: Daniel

“Daniel apparently,” you tell Max. Lando feels annoyed by his previous teammate, but he’s even more annoyed by Pierre. He knew dating you wouldn’t be easy - certainly not when it’s a secret, but he didn’t expect to be confronted with another boy this fast. He tries to forget about his feelings for a bit, but he can’t stop negative thoughts from floating in his head. What if you’ll like Pierre more eventually? 

“What did Pierre text you?” Max asks further.

“He wants to take me out for dinner,” you answer.

“And?”

“And what?” You ask confused.

“Are you going to have dinner with him?” Max questions.

You stay silent. Of course you don’t want to go out for dinner with Pierre. You would rather do something like that with Lando, but you can’t tell your brother that. Lando is looking at you as well in the mean time, he waits for you to answer. What if you’re going to have a date with Pierre? He’s already afraid for what will happen then. Maybe Pierre will be a true gentleman, something Lando can’t be, or maybe you’ll realize that Pierre is well liked and a safe option instead of him. 

“I don’t think so,” you say eventually, “I don’t like him and I don’t want to give him hope that I do.”

“You can give him a chance?” Max offers. Lando lets out a scoff. He was happy with your answer, but now your brother is pushing you to date Pierre. Fucking hell. 

“No,” you tell Max, “I saw way too many red flags already yesterday, he isn’t worth another chance.”

Max chuckles. “You’ll stay single forever,” he tells you jokingly.

You should know, you think bitterly. It hurts you to keep a secret this big for Max. You don’t know how long you can manage this. Is it even worth it? When you feel Lando his hand grabbing yours again and see his relieved facial expression, you realize that he is worth it. Max can wait for a bit and you can manage this.

part nine

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fanfiction #lando norris imagine #ln4 #formula one #f1 #lando norris imagines #lando norris smut

[amourlyns]

❛ HEY VENGEANCE. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾

𐙚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: in which batman visits crime alley, and the reader indulges the bat with sweet notes and baked goods.

✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none

𐙚 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: inspired by this post. thought it was the cutest thing ever and i wanted to write it out, something short n sweet !! dedicated to @armin-ocean-eyes

⟡ ⠀ | 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲. Of course, The Bat doesn’t want to jinx his nightly patrol but (…) it’s been nice.

In all honestly, it finally felt like a break. A time to hunker down and take time to focus on his parents. A stroll through Crime Alley would do. Bruce never forgets about his parents, nor does he forget that night. He comes back to remind himself of what happened. How he couldn’t stop it. How he failed to protect them. It’s a constant reminder, a punishment.

Tension never leaves Bruce’s body. He’s always so high strung, constantly prepared for fight or flight. Shoulders are tense, brows are furries and teeth are gritted. This was his very being now.

Late nights, cold and oh, so lonely. The heavy bass of boots sloshing through rain water across the concrete street. Vengeance has filled the role of Gotham’s protector for long enough to know everything about the city he tirelessly protects. He knows this city better than anyone else.

But he still can’t stomach the alleyway.

Today, Bruce doesn’t bring flowers, but he brings himself. And hopefully, that’s enough for them.

From above the street, unbeknownst to the Bat. He has an angel, a watcher if you will. The city has swallowed him whole and spat him right back at out tonight. Senses are diminished, hazy from the beatings of tonight. Usually, he’s more attentive than this.

Funnily enough, you just moved into the city of Gotham three weeks ago. It’s a dreary, dull city. But at least it’s away from home. Right? Sure, the apartment you were currently living in definitely seemed haunted and it literally oversaw the alleyway the Waynes died in. Why did no one tell you they got mugged? (…) But what could you do? It’s shitty but the only thing you could afford in this damned economy.

And dude, it was definitely haunted.

You actually thought you were hallucinating the first time you laid your eyes on it. The fucking Bat, Vengeance. Gotham Cities actuals protector? It was odd and horrifying. You expected to see him raging through the alley in his moody glory. Big, defiant, and spooky!

But he actually seemed defeated? In a way? His strides were slow. Then, he knelt down onto the pavement and stayed there. It’s weird, this habitual routine of the Bat coming by and kneeling happened constantly. Well, to be fair he did patrol your building after that. Scouring the rooftops for any signs of peril within the area.

When he was done, he would come back to your building and linger on the fire escape. Sometimes you could hear his heavy footsteps on the rooftops or the iron steps.

Now, no one ever said you were the brightest in the bunch. You moved to Gotham for goodness sake. Anyways, you decided to actually make contact with the Bat. Which in theory, sounds like a good idea because who wouldn’t want a hero in their pocket? Well, a vigilante. But you digress (…) If coming near the alley brings him down, maybe he needs a lift?

The general idea was, leave a note or a gift for Vengeance and leave him be. So, that’s how it begun.

It was the third time Bruce visited the crime alley. This time, he had the intention to make his trip revolve only around his parents.

But then he saw you.

Granted, you were definitely not expecting to see anyone or someone like the Batman at this time of night. So you scrambled off of your balcony and dropped some sort of post-it note on the way out. There were three things on Bruce’s mind. How many times have you seen him and did you know his habits or who he was? Paranoia gnaws away at his guts and creates a nasty hole in his stomach.

He was a master of overthinking.

The Bat was quick to snatch up the post-it note you dropped, taking the time to read and analyze your penmanship. Was it lined with some sort of poison? Was it a tracking device? He waits for a moment. Grunting at the words etched into the paper.

〞I don't know what you're going through but I know you'll get through it. Xoxo. 〞

Huh.

Alfred would tease him for this.

An admirer? He was stumped.

It’s been about a week since you’ve seen Vengeance, your gifts of food and ever abundant notes never stopped though. You were starting to think he changed his route ever since that night he caught you on the railing.

First off, he was terrifying up close (the man was ten feet away) and second off, how was he able to catch you. Some part of you expected the man to interrogate you or something.

He didn’t, thank goodness. But you kind of missed seeing the cryptic Bat.

On the other hand, Bruce decided to do some research on you. A through background check would never hurt and who knows if you wanted to kill him? It could all be a facade. Each baked good and beverage you left out for the Bat was analyzed and tested. It could’ve been poisoned, laced, or worst, set to detonate. He was taking precautions. But Alfred insisted it was a good gesture.

Whatever it was, you never stopped. Bruce changed his route of course, there was no reason to let his guard down. But, he did appreciate the notes. To an extent. He just couldn’t help but think of the uncertainty.

The latest one he was holding onto was nothing short of thoughtful.

〞I hope you're having a good day :) (Btw, I haven’t seen you around!〞

So for the most part you were attentive. So he could commend you for that.

Despite all of the alarms in his brain telling him to stick to the new route, he returns to the old route for your sake. The very least he could do was thank you for the messages and treats. At least, that’s what Alfred said. For once, he didn’t feel like being stubborn and listened. The first thing he saw was your silhouette against the glass of your sliding door. Then, your emergence.

Bruce is frozen in place. But you’re waving frantically and running down the steps to greet him. Should he turn away? Just leave and never show up again? What if ⸻

❛ OHMYGOSH, OH MY GOSH. YOU’RE REAL! YOU’RE HERE! I WAS STARTING TO THINK I WAS BEING DELUSIONAL AND SEEING THINGS. WHOA, YOU’RE TALLER IN PERSON. AND LIKE SCARY. SORRY, SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN THAT. WOW. ❜

You’re realizing how that sounded; Bruce notices how you cower in fear. Despite his own anxiety driving him up a wall. The least he could do was say thank you, or show his appreciation. It takes him a few moments to say anything. He can hardly hold eye contact, but it eventually comes out.

❛ I (…) I APPRECIATE IT. ❜

Well. You definitely didn’t expect him to sound like that. His response was so soft you couldn’t even tell if he was directing that towards you. It was so quiet he might as well been talking to himself⸻ and before you could even ask him another question, he’s gone by the time you look up.

Introvert much?

#𝐼 . ⁽ 𝐕 ⁾ 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎’𝚜 : writings. #spirithub #the batman 2022 #batman x gender neutral reader #batman x gn!reader #batman x you #batman x reader #dc batman #dc #dceu #dcu #dc comics #dc universe #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne fluff #autistic bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne fic #bruce wayne one shot #bruce wayne #angst

[relaxxattack]

ok yeah lots of memes about how the shitty new UI is literally a direct carbon copy of twitter and we hate it because of that, yea yea

here’s some actual/extra reasons why the UI itself is shitty beyond the fact that it’s stolen from twitter (in just my personal opinion)

it’s claustrophobic as hell. the old UI felt breathable, felt like you could scroll and actually look at your posts, and now there’s enough shit going on on one page that it actually gives me a headache. (i’ve heard other people say this as well, so maybe it’s not just me that’s overstimulated by all the fucking noise on the dash?)

the ‘dash sorting’ (for you / your tags / what you missed) is way too high up the page now and appears crowded against the top where things like the bookmarks bar are on most browsers. not that anything in this new UI isn’t crowded.

i’ve seen it mentioned plenty already, but there’s quite a lot of unnecessary duplication-- as in, the same buttons that exist in the new left navigation panel show up on the right in blog view, which is just completely annoying and unneeded clutter.

the fact that post interaction options are all on the right side of the posts, but dashboard navigation is now all pushed to the far left of display, is extremely annoying. i’m right-handed, so it’s extra annoying for me to have to constantly go all the way over there. maybe that’s easier for left-handed people, but if the case was supporting diversity, why not just put an option in dashboard preferences to switch the side of ALL the controls? because the post interactions are still on the right.

while we’re on the subject-- tumblr’s original design was actually MUCH more intuitive and easy to navigate. the reason for this is that everything you needed to click was in one small area. you scroll up and down the dash, move slightly up to navigate (home/asks/notifications) and slightly down to the side to interact with a post (reblog/reply). extremely simple, easy to use, even ‘lazy + addicting’, which is what all social media studio exes are supposed to want right now. changing the ui to actually be more work and more frustrating to navigate seems completely opposed to what their obvious business strategy should be.

tumblr’s original design was also much more breathable, with the small icons in the corner looking organized and not taking up much space, and lots of room for the posts themselves to be the main attraction.

there’s the fact that copying someone else’s brand entirely actually just puts you in a bigger, wider pool with much more competition, and makes you much more likely to immediately fall short of that and go bankrupt.

tumblr's original purpose was to be geared toward blogs, and these updates, along with the writing on the wall about blog themes being completely phased out soon, is completely against the original purpose. although sometimes website purposes change for the better, so take that as you will.

and finally the obvious point that you can tell from all the memes: this change is almost universally hated by the core tumblr userbase-- aka the site’s loyal consumers for years and years. driving out their main demographic seems like a very obvious, very quick way to lose a lot of fucking money. they also did this “carbon copy of twitter” update literally just a week after sitewide protest about the idea of this site being anything like twitter, so it feels like a massive Fuck You to literally all of the users. tumblr is rapidly approaching their trust thermocline, and show no sign of slowing down.

these are just my opinions about the ui, and i’m only one person. so feel free to add on other design flaws you think people should be aware of or able to mention! i will probably also be submitting this post as feedback to staff, and will be taking their surveys when i can as well.

#tumblr

[gabessquishytum]

Hob doesn't do relationships. He doesn't hate love or anything, they're just not for him. He likes to sleep around and hook up with different people and any kind of relationship he maintains is strictly casual. And it was fine when he was 20, but now Hob's almost 30 and Joanna feels like Hob needs to grow up a bit. He doesn't need to settle down or make huge commitment, but it wouldn't hurt to give dating a try and maybe grow a little as a person.

So she gives him a talking to, and while he's resistant at first, he takes some time to really look at his life and he realizes that yeah, maybe she has a point. And she tries to tell him it doesn't need to be a complete lifestyle change, just a few more dates, a few less hook ups, but Hob doesn't do anything halfway. He declares that he will the next person he is attracted to and absolutely not have sex with until a few dates in when he's sure he likes them.

Dream, on the other hand, has a problem. He's approaching 30 and already has two divorces under his belt. He commits too much too fast and he's really bad at taking things slow in a relationship. So he asks Death for some advice and she suggests that maybe he should try some hook ups, to be with somebody where there aren't any expectations for the future. Yes, this is a good idea, Dream thinks. He's going to go out and find somebody to sleep with and will absolutely not let himself develop any feelings.

Dream and Hob end up in the same bar and Hob starts chatting him up. Dream is excited because this handsome man seems like the perfect place to start. They're really hitting it off, except this man seems like he wants...a date? Which is incredibly tempting, but Dream has promised himself that that's not what he wants. It's fine, he's sure he can convince this man to go home with him.

Hob has found the perfect candidate for a date. He's beautiful and they're getting along very well, but then the man makes it clear he wants to take Hob home for sex. Which, while very tempting, is not what Hob is after, but this man is way too good to give up on just yet. It's fine, he'll just have to try harder to convince this man to go on a date.

So they're stuck there, basically playing a game of chicken to see who will give up first. The chemistry between them is palpable, and neither is willing to totally give up and find someone else. Hob loses first. Dream plays dirty and starts whispering all kinds of things in his ear and Hob folds like a wet paper towel (Hob is a weak man, okay? he knows). But Dreams loses later when he invites Hob to stay and can't help making breakfast for him in the morning and says yes to a date before Hob even finishes asking again.

AJAJSJDHSH they're so fucking stupid aren't they? Unstoppable dumbass x immovable idiot.

I really enjoy the fact that they both ultimately completely fail in their objectives. Hob is such a sweet slut he can't not go home with Dream and suck his pretty pink cock. And Dream is such a hopeless romantic, he can't not develop feelings on that very first morning as Hob sings along with the radio and licks syrup off his fingers.

Hob suggests a compromise: they will inevitably date and fall in love and probably get married (Hob has decided this already, like we've already said, he doesn't do things by halves). BUT they can also play a little game. Every other week or so, they'll go out, and seduce each other all over again. Pretending to be complete strangers, coming up with new backstories each time. Thus, Dream will get to 'explore' new people and let go of all the inhibitions one tends to develop in a relationship.

Dream rolls his eyes fondly, because its sort of a terrible idea, but he loves that Hob is trying to arrange compromises for their relationship already. It's a good sign for the future, he thinks, and hey. Maybe they'll give the game a go sometime. It won't be so bad to let Hob seduce him, next time...

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[ymaohoh]

Hellcheer Headcannons - Love Alphabet Template

Template by honestsycrets.

These are just my headcannons. Tag - what are yours?

A = Affection 

Eddie and Chrissy are the king and queen of PDA. They can’t get enough of each other. Eddie touches Chrissy to reassure himself that he’s not dreaming. They’re big on hugs and kisses and physical signs of affection. 

B = Babies 

Chrissy wants kids but she wants to live a little first. She wants to go to college and maybe see more of the world. Eddie has never thought about it before (he’s never had a reason to) but the idea of Chrissy getting big with his child makes him feel all hot and gooey inside. He’s afraid of being a crap dad though. 

C = Cuddles 

They cuddle a lot. Chrissy is usually the little spoon as she likes having Eddie’s arms snug around her waist. Eddie loves holding her too. He likes kissing the top of her head and nuzzling into her neck.

D = Darling  

Chrissy calls Eddie Eddie, but the way she says it makes it sound like the most intimate and private of nicknames. Eddie called her Cunningham at first, then Chrissy, then Chriss. He calls her ‘baby’ and ‘sweetness’ and it makes her melt. 

E = Enamored 

They fall for each other quickly and they fall hard. They are not the ‘slow burn’ troupe. They go right for the kill. 

F = Firsts 

Chrissy isn’t Eddie’s first but it feels that way when they eventually fuck for the first time. He’s nervous as shit but in the end it’s fucking amazing. They fit together like a puzzle. Chrissy makes Eddie wait a little as she’s nervous (she’s read that once you give it away to a guy you can never take it back) but Eddie makes her realise it’s not something he wants to take. Eddie shares it with her, and makes her sing. 

G = Good Morning

Chrissy is a morning person. Eddie is not. That takes some adjusting but Eddie doesn’t mind. It gives them more time together (though he insists on strong black coffee). 

H = Hugs 

Oh yes. All the time. Chrissy hugged Eddie for the first time when he saved her from Vecna. It wasn’t planned but the weight of his arms felt like safety. 

I = In Labor 

Eddie is freaking out but he’s trying his best to keep calm in front of Chrissy. He makes sure she has everything she needs and he hates seeing her in pain. They ask him if he wants to step out of the room when it’s showtime but he holds onto Chrissy’s hand like an anchor (even though she squeezes so tight he thinks the bones might break). He cries later as he takes in his entire world. 

J = Jealousy 

Eddie can get jealous. He has baggage and it takes him time to accept, yes, Chrissy really truly does like him. He hates seeing guys checking Chrissy out. Chrissy makes an effort to remind him she’s not going anywhere. 

K = Kisses 

They kiss a lot. With tongue. Without tongue. 

L = Loyal 

Are you kidding? Ride or die. 

M = Memory 

Chrissy’s is their first time together. She didn’t know girls could get off like that. Eddie’s is when he first saw Chrissy in a Hellfire T-Shirt. That blew his mind.

N = Never! 

Their only rules are they both need total honesty and trust. They never lie to one another.

O = On the Rocks 

They never really argue (which is a shame as Eddie thinks the make-up sex would be fucking incredible). 

P = Playtime 

Eddie loves going down on Chrissy. It’s his favourite thing in the entire world. Chrissy loves riding face. He coaxes all sorts of fun and wild things out of her.

Q = Quiet Time 

They can be totally quiet together easy. They spend quiet nights watching movies, reading, Eddie practising his guitar. 

R = Rapture 

Is each other. And strawberry flavoured lipgloss. 

S = Soulmate

Eddie admits to being pretty jaded about all things to do with love before he met Chrissy. Chrissy calls him her soulmate and says she thinks they’d find one another in any dimension or universe. Eddie calls her a total freak when she says that and kisses her neck but knows she’s right. 

T = Together 

Everything is better and more interesting to explore together. They do spend a lot of time together and it’s almost embarrassing how needy they are. Where one goes, the other will follow.

U = Unyielding 

Eddie will tell any interloper very bluntly to fuck off. Chrissy got mad once when some girl at a music gig tried touching Eddie’s arm and boy was she all over Eddie that night. 

V = Vulnerable 

Eddie is vulnerable with Chrissy. Everyone else sees him as this scary mean freak (and they're not wrong) but he’s soft with Chrissy. Chrissy used to keep a lot of things bottled up like bubbling champagne but Eddie had a corkscrew.

W = Wedding 

Chrissy always pictured having a white wedding with the big dress and fuss. Eddie does suggest this as he wants her to be happy (though honestly he’d be happy with a quickie at the courthouse) but in the end they have something intimate and special with just their friends (and Wayne) attending. She's sad when her parents don't show. When Eddie puts a ring on her finger and she’s now Christine Munson she cries. So does he. 

X = (E)x 

Jason tries to cause trouble when they first come out as a couple, but there’s not much he can do when Chrissy and Eddie look so god-damn happy all the time. 

Y = Yearning

Chrissy will call Eddie in the middle of the night if she misses him (he’s reassured her this is okay). The next day he’ll swing her up into his arms and tell her he’s missed her and she’ll laugh and pepper his face with kisses. 

Z = Zzz… 

They usually sleep at Eddie’s. Eddie sometimes sneaks into her bedroom (climbing up the trellis) but they can’t really ever relax with her parents around.

#chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #edssy #hellcheer #eddissy #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #hellcheer fanfic #hellcheer headcanons #alphabet game #love alphabet

[kaeddehara]

saying “you’re mine” part 2

part 1 can be found here !

[ heizou + cyno + kaeya ]

an: i might add a kazuha part on later but i’m very exhausted atm and this is all i could get out my apologies

heizou <3

[ exhibitionism, reader is bratty, teasing heizou <33, implied sir kink ]

lately, heizou had been working so long in his office for the commission. he tried to reason with you, saying that lately crime has been up and more and more cases are being pushed onto him. you have no reason to be upset with him besides for the lack of time getting to see him. the easy solution would be to show up at his office just for a quick visit. so you plan it out and show up with a nice meal you prepared yourself. walking into his office, he doesn’t look up and almost sends you off thinking you’re another employer asking for something else from him. but when his tired eyes look up and see your cute smile, he can’t help but relax in his seat, going on about how much he misses you.

“this is for me too? god you’re always so thoughtful. i’ll be home tonight so maybe i can figure out some way of repaying you”

his usual flirty tone had even more of an effect on you as he was whispering it into your ear while you sat on his lap.

“well if you’re so set on repaying me, why don’t we start now?”

you smile, leaning back into his chest, hands wandering over the slits in his top.

“you can’t even go a few days without needing me huh?”

“sorry zou, i can’t help that”

heizous fingers slip down over your curves and down to your thighs where he attempts to finger with the detailing of your panties. only, there’s no fabric he finds and instead is met with your warm heat inviting him in. heizou let out a small huff at this realization, giving you a small squeeze on the inner thigh.

“no panties either? you set me up didn’t you?”

“didn’t take much for you to fall for it did it?”

your teasing remarks always made heizou so much more turned on.

“you’re not wrong but i wouldn’t get too confident. you’re mine after all, i can do whatever i desire with you and you’d love it wouldn’t you?”

“of course.”

it didn’t take much longer so heizou to have you bent over his desk. chair pushed back and pants pulled slightly down while he fucked you in your pulled up skirt. your pussy so wet and sloppy, you could practically hear it squelching each time heizous hips came in contact with yours.

“take it, you wanted to be a slut and show up to my office while i’m working just so you can get fucked. take the punishment you deserve”

“oh—! yes sir!”

you knew how much that title turned him on, he should’ve punished you for being such a tease while he’s at work. but heizou just couldn’t, not when he missed pounding you like this against his desk.

cyno <3

[ exhibitionism, marking and biting, possessive cyno <33 ]

cyno was always so busy with work. not matter what he’d have some mission or commission to get on. and if not that, then he’d be stacked with paper work. often times, he’d walk past you in the city or maybe even take you out on a commission with him just for extra support. having another strong member beside him to fight is always helpful. plus, cyno couldn’t deny how attractive you were when you fought. maybe it was just his interest in combat in general that led him to those thoughts or maybe it was the way your body constricted to your clothes. either way cyno found you irresistible. finding himself pushing you to the ground in the midst of his running mind.

“what’s wrong cyno?”

you searched his face all over for some sort of sign, worrying that more enemies were coming and he was protecting you. instead, the only thing you were met with on his face was need. those worrying thoughts quickly shifted and made it oh so clear what was running through cynos mind.

“right now cy? while it’s so hot outside?”

you dramatically asked as he took in a notice of your glistening skin under the suns rays and the slight slow or sweat that covered it.

“just— shut up”

he mumbled before moving his mouth it to an open spot on your neck. biting and sucking a nice dark marking on you all the while tasting you and letting you melt in his mouth.

“don’t cover yourself up when we get back to the city, i have to let them know you’re mine”

cyno meant his words and covered your neck and chest with love bites. to say the least, both you and the general got some pretty suspecting looks on your walk back home through the city.

kaeya <3

[ drinking/getitng drunk, jealous kaeya, implied events <33 ]

kaeya would often find himself in a bar or more specifically angels share after a long day of work. sitting down in a booth with you across from him while you both drank a healthy amount. both of you finding conversation with other patrons of angels share just as equally drunk. and although you can hold your alcohol well, kaeya can hold his even better. taking notice of all the men trying to get your attention. although you were all drunk, kaeya can help but let the vision of you flirting with all those drunk knights burn into his eyes.

your walk back home was peaceful and uneventful, kaeya having to hold your waist to keep you by his side while you draped your arms over him, cooing at him.

when you finally got settled, kaeya sat with his legs spread and head thrown back at how tired he was. groaning softly until he felt a weight on top of him that being of you straddling him. kaeya only smirked in response to this, putting his gloved hands on your waist to keep you straight up.

“are you tired baby—“

he didn’t even finish his question before your lips were right on top of his. desperately kissing his soft lips which tasted bitter of wine but didn’t stop you one bit. your hips began getting into a rhythm almost subconsciously as you deepened your kisses with kaeya.

“well i know the answer to my question”

kaeya chuckled while your lips stayed parted and you made the most adorable face at him.

“you want more don’t you?”

“yes kaeya i need this”

“oh you need it? like how you needed all that attention at angels share?“

you were lost in thought just trying to convince kaeya out of being so stubborn.

“i’m yours kaeya! i was just having conversation it was nothing more”

“well if you’re mine, why not prove it to me?”

#kaeddehara #genshin smut #cyno smut #heizou smut #kaeya smut #genshin x reader #genshin men #genshin imagines #heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou #genshin cyno #cyno genshin impact #cyno x you #kaeya thirst #i love kaeya #kaeya x reader #kaeya headcanons #kaeya imagines #rumi : masterlist genshin! 🌀

[hum-suffer]

I'm Yours 3

Welcoming Shubhman into his house is an awkward affair.

They were just harmonising, badly, to Rim Jhim Gire Sawan, and the parking area of Ishan's house doesn't have a shed or something, so they're left carefully sprinting across the garden to the house. Ishan had been in dilemma the whole ride, knowing that there was no shed and if Shubhman got out, he'd be drenched too, but not inviting him felt like Ishan was the world's biggest asshole.

However, Indradev made the decision for him. The rain slowed a bit, not completely stopping, but just enough to not develop pneumonia or something. And Shubhman helps as well— his voice, his beautiful fucking voice, turns deeper in the car ride. It's a sign of an incoming cold, Shubhman says, he gets cold easily.

Shubhman hovers awkwardly at the threshold.

"Are you a vampire, man? You won't come in until I invite you? Come on in!" Ishan will end up hitting himself in the wall. What is he saying. Yes, why doesn't he embarrass himself further and admit that his fictional crush is Elijah Mikaelson—

Shubhman grins,"Nope, but I must respect your privacy." He makes jazz hands at the comment as he walks in. "Lying, I respect your furniture more."

Ishan chuckles. "Wait here, I'll get you a towel."

Shubhman hasn't moved an inch in the two minutes that Ishan precariously ran to get him a towel and. And. Okay.

He shakes off the power rush with a shake of his head and smiles lightly at Shubhman, who shakes his head as he dries his hair, not unlike a puppy.

"Come, I'll make us some tea. You can go home after the rain stops."

"Thank you, Ishan, but I don't think i ven impose on you like that," he says, eyes impossibly shy. He's adorable, Ishan thinks.

Ishan shakes his head,"It's not an imposition if I'm asking you to do it, Shubhman. Come, and I'll have some company too."

____________________________________________________

They sit at the dining table after Ishan hastily slides the gajras to the other end.

Shubhman raises an eyebrow. "Girlfriend?"

No, a stalker, actually. Someone who's actually broken into my house and hasn't stolen anything, hasn't hurt me but brought me gajras. Someone who somehow managed to enter the house even after Ishan added the age old heavy, traditional lock.

Someone who was his, wholly.

The possession ignites like lava in his chest.

Since the days he was a child, Ishan has been mindlessly possessive. He did not share, not willingly. What was his, remained his in entirety. Him sharing anything he owned was a privilege equal to a gods gift, he'd been teased. But it was nothing less, either. Ishan would bleed for someone he loved, yes, but his possessions? He would wage war for them.

Now, for the first time in his life, he had something that was wholly his. Not like the house, which had been his grandfather's. Not like the bike, which his dad gifted him. Not like anything else. His admirer, he was the only person who wanted Ishan so madly, and Ishan craved the attention. He'd been checking his phone in between the seminar too, for any new messages, and the disappointment at the lack of any messages was sour and bitter.

Ishan steals a glance at the gajras and another at Shubhman. Shubhman patiently raised his eyebrows with an amused and interested smile.

"Something like that, yes."

____________________________________________________

Shubhman leaves after they get way too involved in an Anupama rerun and both of them begin to simp on Gaurav Khanna whilst wishing him a divorce.

Ishan is still on the serotonin high, the cups of tea feeling like some sort of achivement. Was it a date? He doesn't know. But he definitely adored each second.

He sinks down in the bathtub with a satisfied hiss, the warm water making him feel the best he's been. Maybe he needed this evening, he thinks, closing his eyes. He needed the relaxation, the chance to just calm down. The seminar preparation had him bouncing around the college and now that it's done, he could just sleep for the next three days.

He hums under his breath, his mind wandering to the admirer he has.

What is his name? What does he do? Is it a he? When did he become obsessed with Ishan? Why?

The warm feeling stays and before long, Ishan delved into the memories he has of movies and series he's seen, wishing that he'd be loved so. What would Ishan do, he wonders, if he got asked on a date?

He'd bring flowers, for sure. And maybe dance on Kishore Kumar songs.

Absolutely dance on Kishore Kumar songs, actually.

The water is turning colder and he opens his eyes with a groan.

He streches to reach his towel and. And.

There's a bunch of jasmines over his towel, which weren't there before.

His breath hitches and he looks around. He doesn't know if it's anticipation or panic or hysteria.

Ishan takes a deep breath. At least he was wearing his boxers.

He grabs his phone as soon as he's out of the fucking unlocked bathroom.

'Don't be so careless, love,'

'Not everyone has intentions as pure as I do.'

For some reason, Ishan shivers at that. The messages aren't even a minute old and he runs out to the porch in his sweats and the ratty tshirt that's inside out.

"Where the fuck are you?" He says out loud in frustration when he finds no one around him and he immediately feels like an idiot for saying things aloud to air. It's one thing to talk to himself and other to speak so loudly.

His heart thuds uselessly in his chest and Ishan gulps, listening to air.

His phone vibrates in his hand.

'Are you sure you want me to come to you, love? No more fake courage?'

Ishan doesn't answer the message.

"What should I call you? A creep? That was ridiculous and rude!"

'Ah, there he is'

'Call me yours, Ishan. Already told you this, haven't I?'

And Ishan.

Ishan is tired.

He's been yawning for a while and he'd almost fell asleep in the bathtub. He's too tired to shout at an empty space and receive more messages.

He sends a message that he knows he will regret as he closes and locks the door.

'Whatever is mine, works in any way I want it to. Be careful what you wish for.'

____________________________________________________

The gajra on his wrist isn't even a surprise.

The surprise, is the rose on his bedside.

'I don't even like roses,' he writes.

'Your way of thanking me is always weird.' his admirer writes back. Ishan gets up from the bed with a smile on his face.

Ishan did indeed take a leave on Tuesday, a late night message to Rohit bhaiya and another one to the group of his students was all it took to arrange his leave for the day. He never has more then three lectures on Tuesdays, and he knows he deserves a day to laze around after all the hellish work he's done.

He ends up watching a Marathi movie that makes him sob like a child. And then going to sleep again.

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It's Aditi that drags him out of the house.

"Enjoy your life, at least!" She yells at him through the phone. "If I hear one more complaint about your students, I will burn your college!"

Just to be cheeky, Ishan complaints about the schedule he keeps and ends up getting cussed. He cackles all the way to his closest, ruffling around for clothes to change into, because he knows his friend. If she's determined, she will definitely drag him out of the house.

He doesn't think it's a very bright idea, if he's honest. What could be better than drinking tea while watching cooking dinner and watching YouTube roasts?

But, he digresses.

He changes into a plane white shirt and folds the sleeves to the elbow and changes into a pair of black dress pants he favours particularly well. He would have worn the bloody blue silk shirt had it not been swiped from him.

The thought of his admirer makes him check his phone again.

The last message reads,'Go and get some fresh air, love. Give me a challenge.'

He wanted a challenge, Ishan thinks with a smirk. He's going to get one.

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Tagging: @onthecloudseven @mayakimayahai @kyayaarkiraa @ispeakmorelanguagesthanyou @ms-potato @khwxbeeda @ek-ladki-bheegi-bhagi-si @fortunatelycrazyyouth @k-h-watari (aur koi reh Gaya hai toh pls tell me!)

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[skolworthy]

Dost Mother Know? (A Series)

Summary: You are a single mom out in the dating realm, however perhaps this wasn't the realm that you needed to be exploring?

Warnings: None yet, I think?

Word Count: The fuck if I know.

Pairings/Interactions: Thor Odinson x reader, Random interactions with other Avengers throughout, Thor doing his best to impress an eight year old Earth kid

When Thor talk, it be like this. Everyone other than reader, be like this.

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This was why you never went on dates anymore. This was exactly why. If the guy wasn’t completely full of himself, or if he didn’t make eye contact with you at all and just stared at your chest the majority of the night, then he was spewing off some random information regarding his knowledge of the migration patterns of European Swallows. Such was the case this evening, to which you had to politely fake an excuse to leave, because this date was going to go no further when the man was more concerned with educating her on avian behavior than to get to know you. Sighing, you adjusted the shoulder strap of your hand bag as it hung from your shoulder while you slowly trudged your way back home in defeat. It truly was a walk of defeat, you had gone all out with getting gussied up and looking nice, just to get your hopes up once again about the possibility of this time, maybe this time, there would be some sort of spark. You brought out your phone and checked the few messages you had on it and gave a smirk at what they said before you slid the device back into your bag and then paused at the crosswalk you had just arrived at. Cars went by, some faster than others, for this was a busy city after all, and so you expected to be standing there for a few minutes until the light would finally change. You felt your stomach growl, giving an internal sigh at the fact that you had just been at a rather nice restaurant that you had been wanting to try for forever, and you hadn’t even been able order anything while there due to the fact the guy kept waving the waiters off because he couldn’t shut up about the birds. Now your mind had to go over what you possibly had at home that you could heat up quickly and eat before your stomach decided to digest itself. The light finally changed and once the ‘walk’ sign lit up, you continued your lonely trek through the crosswalk and toward the other side of the street, your head still going over the whole dating perspective. Why even bother to look for men? It always ended in disaster and disappointment, maybe it was time to just let the right guy find you? 

You gasped when suddenly as you went to lift up your left leg, you found that you couldn’t and you looked down to see that the heel of your shoe was perfectly wedged into the little hole on the manhole cover in the middle of the crosswalk. Seriously, what were the odds? You bent down and took hold of your ankle and tugged, but it was stuck in there rather snug apparently. “You have got to be kidding me.” you said as you tried to wiggle the heel loose to no avail. Suddenly you heard the ding of the timer for the crosswalk and you looked up to see it counting down from 10 and you cursed under your breath and continued to try and work your heel free. It was no good. You cursed more, mostly at yourself for having chosen a pair of heels that had so many straps and clasps on them too. You knelt down as much as you could in the tight black dress you were wearing and tried to unclasp some of the straps, your fingers fumbling to do so accurately as suddenly you heard the sound of tires screeching. Looking up you noticed a car that had just turned onto the street that you were stuck on, going at a dangerous speed and apparently not noticing you were there at all…for they were not slowing down. Your fingers worked faster, trying to get those damn straps unlatched, glancing up now and then to see that the car was growing closer and closer and still not slowing down. This was how you were going to die apparently, because of a stupid shoe and some moron that was most likely looking at his cell phone. You began to try to pull your foot from the shoe, ignoring the pain of the straps cutting into your skin as you did so, yet it wasn’t proving to work fast enough and you had just begun to accept your sad fate when suddenly someone jumped in front of you and when the car struck them, it came to a complete stop. The hood of the car caved in a bit from the force of hitting the person, which honestly made no sense to you at all but your brain did not question it right now. The car’s back end slammed back down against the pavement, having gone up a bit from the force of the hit and the person within it, you could hear groaning from the impact of the airbag that had deployed. Still somewhat kneeling there, you stared at the back of the man that had just saved your life and blinked a few times, slowly standing up and letting your bag drop from your shoulder as you felt everything begin to spin around you. 

The man turned, completely ignoring the driver and moved over to where you were, looking down at you, his eyes searching over you for a moment for signs of injury. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice deep and with an accent that just was enough to send chills down any young woman’s spine. Had you been completely in your right mind and not in a daze of ‘I almost died’, you would have eventually recognized the individual standing before you as one you had seen on the news quite often whenever the planet needed saving. Everything was still spinning around you slowly as you stood there, the man’s voice once again ringing through your ears and you gave a slight nod of your head, only aggravating the feeling of dizziness. “I-I’m fine.” you said. “Are you certain?” he said this time, clearly not convinced for now you were somewhat swaying back and forth upon your legs until you felt yourself slowly fall backwards. You recalled feeling someone’s arms gently wrap around you and catch you from your fall, but then everything went black. 

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The sound of a door sliding open and shutting with a click caused your eyelids to flutter a bit, your head moving back and forth as you fought the urge to slip back under into the state of unconsciousness you had been in before. Finally your eyes were able to open a bit, though everything around you had a blurred haze around it as you looked around. From what you were able to tell as you blinked a few times to clear your vision, you were in a room, bedroom maybe, as it had a closet, television, door that was cracked to show a bathroom with the light on within. Now that your vision had cleared up some, you propped yourself up on your elbows and you were able to see that this room, while it had a modern look to it when it came to the architecture and design, was filled with things that were more…well…classic. From a suit of armor in the corner, to shields upon the wall. Though upon closer inspection, they were not just any shields, but viking shields, and there were a few random artifacts decorating the room until your eye stopped on the one that stood out the most. Upon the dresser across from the bed that you were lying upon, sat a large hammer and it was one that you knew well from new footage and tv shows and the like. The famous Mjolnir, in all its glory, just sat there across from you and you could swear you were able to hear a faint humming coming from it. Wait, maybe that wasn’t humming. It sounded more like buzzing. Immediately you searched around you for your phone, leaning up a bit and over to look at the floor where you finally found your bag. You quickly reached inside your bag and pulled out your phone, tapping the screen and feeling your heart sink when you saw just how many missed calls and messages there were, knowing full and well who had sent them. 

You were about to unlock your phone to respond to the messages when the door to the bathroom suddenly opened and the man from last night stepped out, clad in nothing but a pair of jeans and his hair still pulled back in that low ponytail, a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. Your eyes couldn’t help it, they were glued to his god like body as he walked quietly over to the dresser where he then pulled open one of the drawers and began to rummage around in it. You…you were in Thor’s room. This was apparently the Avenger’s compound and…you were on his bed. Wait…what happened last night? Oh shit, did you two…no wait…it was suddenly all coming back to you as you sat there, still staring helplessly at the way that his muscles moved along his back as his hands sifted through the shirts in the drawer. Your phone suddenly slipped from your fingers and landed with a loud thud against the carpeted floor, which caused Thor to turn around and look at you, reaching up and taking the toothbrush out of his mouth and wiping his hand against his lips to get rid of any toothpaste residue. You watched silently, your throat drying out immediately and your heart going insane within your chest as he made his way over to the side of the bed near you and knelt down, picking up your phone and lifting his eyes to meet yours as he handed it back to you. The distance between you two was minimal, so much so that you were able to see the very faint freckles that he had here and there against the bridge of his nose and cheeks, no doubt he could see all of yours since you were covered in them practically. “I am glad to see you awake, I was beginning to worry.” he said as he continued to hold the phone out toward you, which you finally took, noticing how his fingers brushed against yours lightly when you took it from him. “I…” you were unable to form words. Here was this god of a man, knelt down on the floor right in front of you, shirtless and just gazing at you with what you assumed was curiosity and intrigue and all the while you were lying delicately atop his bed. Oh the feeling that generated from just this knowledge was enough to send your hormones into a tickled frenzy, but this could have spurred from the fact you had long been without a successful date and hey, you finally made it into a man’s bed! Heh…

“Thank you, for last night.” you finally managed to say as you then sat up on the bed and moved your legs over the side of it, instantly regretting doing so for that brought you right there in front of him, as he continued to kneel in front of you. His eyes moved from your legs, traveled up your thighs and then torso, shamelessly pausing at your chest before they moved up to meet yours and he gave a small smile before pushing himself up to a standing position. Which was honestly even more intimidating than his kneeling, though your attention was brought back when you noticed that you did not have your shoes on, which made sense with you being on the bed. Your toes dug a little against the carpet and Thor’s eyes went down to your feet and he chuckled before turning and walking over to the corner where he stooped down and picked up your shoes, bringing them over. “I am afraid that I was not able to save this one.” he said, holding up the one that had been stuck in the manhole cover, the heel was completely gone now. You gave a slight chuckle and shrugged your shoulders as you took the shoes in your hands and looked down at them. “I never really liked them much anyway.” you said as you then began to put them on your feet and then when you stood up, the idiot that you were not thinking about this, you fell forward from the fact that you had only one heel now, your body and face slapping against Thor’s bare chest in the processes as he caught hold of you. Holy shit the mortification. He gave a laugh that you could literally feel rattle from his chest, into your own body as it was pressed up against his and he then slid his hands down to your arms and moved you backward to sit down upon the edge of the bed, leaned down and lifted your foot. He then took the other heel and snapped it off with no effort at all and then tossed it over his shoulder as he then stood back up, and held his hands out toward you. “Fixed. I do not recall being given your name?” he said as he wrapped his fingers around your hands once you had slipped them into his and he effortlessly pulled you to your feet again. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m not sure where my manners went. I’m y/n.” you said with a smile, though it quickly turned into an almost slack jawed expression when one of his hands that had still been holding onto yours, brought your hand up and he brushed a kiss against the top of it, giving a smile afterward. “A most befitting name, my lady.” He then lowered your hand and released them both before he gave a nod of his head, almost like a bow. “I have a feeling you may already know mine.” You were about to open your mouth when suddenly your phone buzzed again, this time more violently, indicating more than one text message coming through at one time. You looked down at the phone and then back up at him. “I’m so sorry, I really need to get home.” you said. He looked at you for a second, his eyebrow raising slightly before giving a nod and then he went over to the door and opened the door, walking out of the room a bit. “Stark!” You paused as you stood there, for some reason having forgotten just where exactly you were until you heard the voice of Tony Stark answer as he came down the hallway. “You know, what would you have done if I was on the other side of the compound? Just scream louder?” he said as he slid his hands into his pockets. “Can transport be acquired for Miss y/n to take her home?” Thor said, moving aside from the doorway, thus revealing you as you stood there next to Thor’s bed. Tony’s eyebrows shot up a bit as he looked at you and then at Thor, his shirtlessness, and the fact that you had a little bit of tousled hair from sleeping all night. “About damn time, Point Break. I was wondering when you’d move on from little Miss Astrophysics.” he said, reaching up and clapping him on the shoulder. Your face immediately turned red and you moved forward. “He saved my life last night and I passed out, that’s all.” Tony smirked as he pulled out his phone from his pocket and began to type on it. “I’m sure that’s what they all say the morning after.” Your jaw dropped slightly and your face turned even more red and Thor gave an aggravated sigh before moving past you and going to his dresser, where he grabbed a shirt and then pulled it over his head and covered up his delightful body before turning back to you. “Please allow me to escort you home, I’d like to make sure you get there safely?” 

Really, you were unable to say anything, the chauvinistic gesture, something that you were not used to and so all you could do was give a nod. He smiled and then gestured for you to leave the room first and he followed you out until he then took the lead, since you had no idea which way to go and you followed him to the entrance. When you got there, a fancy black car pulled up and Thor opened the back door for you to which you gave a small smile and slid into the car and to the other side. You told the driver where to go and the car then began to move, the ride that followed a little awkward and silent until Thor cleared his throat. “So how did you come to find yourself in that situation last night?” You took in a deep breath and then let it out as a sigh and tucked some of your hair behind your ear as you looked at the floor of the backseat you were sitting in. “Bad date.” You said simply, with a shrug of your shoulders as you glanced over at him, suddenly wishing you hadn’t because he was full on gazing down at you as you sat there. Geeze, this guy was not shy in the least, was he? “I see. What did he do to earn you running away?” “He wouldn’t stop talking about the migration pattern of some birds.” Thor’s face turned to where he was staring at the back of the headrest and then he pursed his lips, gave a nod and then was silent for a few moments before he looked back at her. “At least you have some new knowledge?” This made a small smile form upon your lips, which brought one to his as well as the driver then alerted them that they were arriving at the destination and this brought you to lean forward a bit in anticipation to jump out of the car once it was fully stopped. When the car came to a stop, you didn’t hesitate before flinging the door open on your side and running up the sidewalk, to the door, throwing it open and then heading up the steps to the floor that your apartment was on, Thor wide eyed and confused, slowly catching up behind you.

You stopped at your apartment door and began to fumble with your keys, dropping them once and cursing, bending down to get them and then proceeded to unlock it as Thor walked toward you, his mouth somewhat open like he was going to say something, but you opened the door as a boy was walking through the hallway. He stopped and turned toward you as you grabbed hold of him and pulled him into a tight hug as you fell to your knees on the floor. “Mom? What are you doing?” “I’m so sorry I didn’t come home last night like I said I would, are you okay?” “Yeah, Grandma just said that meant your date went well.” The face you made at that…good grief mother. “No, it didn’t go well. But I can exp-” before you finished your sentence, the toy that your son had in his hand clattered to the ground as you still were hugging him against you and you leaned back to look at his face. His expression was that of awe and also confusion and you slowly turned and looked behind you to the doorway where you saw Thor standing in the doorway, completely dwarfing it, watching the two of you with a raised eyebrow. “Mom, is that…Thor?” he asked, his eyes getting even wider at the thought. You smirked a little and then stood up, moving to stand beside the blown away eight year old and looked at Thor with a small smile. “Yeah, it is. Um…this is my son, Theo. Theo, Thor.” you said, giving a slight chuckle at how the two names sounded together like that. Your son moved a few steps forward and tilted his head back to look up at him as he stood in the doorway. Thor stared down at him and then stepped in slightly so that he could bend down and pick up the toy that your son had dropped and he lifted it up a bit, inspecting it. It was, ironically, a Thor action figure. He stared at it silently for a moment and then held it up next to him and pointed at it. “This looks nothing like me.” Which was true. It totally did not.

@shit-i-say-shit-i-think @anemonelovesfiction

Note from the Author: I hope everyone likes it, even if no one does, I still am going to continue it. So there. Eat that. :)

Gif credit: goes to the lovely owner.

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[mariaofdoranelle]

Look at Us Now - ch. 21

I had to break the chapter in two for length reasons, so the scape room scene I posted is next chapter. But I added some smut with what I secretly hoped would happen in QoS to make up for it. Have fun!

Warnings: language, NSFW, hypoglycemia

Words: 3,7k

“And what’s the only bird you can’t eat?” Rowan’s voice boomed over the feeble sounds of the nature surrounding him.

“Monkey!” One of his students replied, the one who looked paler than usual even under the night sky. Too many years working here made it easy to tell who could faint soon, so Rowan made a mental note to keep an eye on this one if he didn’t ask to go to the ambulance stationed nearby. The instructors were in a rotation of sorts, but these kids have been here for more than thirty hours nonstop. It’d be odd if someone didn’t faint.

Before he could reply, Cairn, the other instructor, emptied the kid’s water bottle on his face, consequently leaving him thirsty for the next few hours. Not exactly what Rowan would do to someone who’s showing signs of hypoglycemia.

In his line of work, you’d think it’s hard to tell if the instructor is teaching how to survive in harsh conditions, or if he just enjoys being cruel. It’s not. And from Cairn’s reputation, Rowan might even think he was holding back.

“Tell me, what’s the only bird you can eat?” He repeated himself, wanting to see if someone wasn’t tired enough to confuse birds with mammals.

“P-penguin.” Nothing more than a mutter.

“A what?” Rowan shouted. “I can’t hear you with all these leaves ruffling.”

“A PENGUIN,” multiple people answered this time.

“Finally! Now twenty on the floor. Thirty for Stutter Boy.”

About five push-ups in, the kid he was keeping an eye on fell on the grass. Cairn was on his way towards him when Rowan stopped him.

“Lieutenant!” He called, trotting his way. “Can you prepare the sounds? I’ve got this one.”

The next class would be about every sound they needed to know—nature, gunshots, spotting an enemy. Rowan usually liked teaching this one, but he didn’t trust Cairn with the babysitting part of the job.

Maybe Fenrys and Lorcan were right. Maybe Rowan did go soft after Maisie.

“Hey, dickhead! Are you with me?” He kneeled by the side of the collapsed kid, bending down a little to see his face.

He blinked and moved to get up. Way too feeble, way too slow. Rowan joisted him up and draped one of his arms across his shoulder.

When he realized they were going away from the class and towards the ambulance, the boy said, “I’m alright, sir, but thanks.”

“It wasn’t a question.” Rowan rolled his eyes, never loosening his grip. While some kids came up with every excuse under the sun to take a break, some others refused to leave the training field even when their bodies were begging to. “You wanna get back there? You’ll faint before you even finish the push-ups. Fucking genius—are you sure you went to college?”

He snickered a yes, sir and let Rowan lead him to the area where the ambulance was stationed.

The Doranelle Air Force’s property is far more extensive than what they actually use, which means that the training facility disposes of a small woodsy area that resembles the forest well enough to hold some classes. Rowan might be working in the middle of the night, but Lorcan wouldn’t send him to a boot camp in the middle of nowhere, he wasn’t that much of a jackass.

Being friends with the boss never gave him any special treatment, though. What lets him get away with most night classes is his high rank. As much as Rowan loved teaching amidst nature and showing how to navigate in such conditions, he’d rather spend the evening with his little girl. And now Aelin too, the reminder left a fluttery feeling in his stomach.

“Thank you, sir.” The boy disentangled himself from his grip when the ambulance became visible.

Rowan cocked an eyebrow at the kid. They usually tried to look good for him after the doctor, not the other way around. “Are you feeling better all of a sudden?”

“I’m trying, sir.” He swayed while trying to stand up, but still managed a lazy, shameless grin only a boy in his early twenties could muster. “The guys said there’s a different doctor in the ambulance today. And that she’s extra hot.”

“Oh, did they?” Rowan’s muscles went rigid, his head tilted while he glared at the recruit. “I was gonna give you a break, but if you’re not too tired to hound the doctor, maybe you should go for a run.”

“W-what?” The newbie’s eyes went wide with his instructor’s sudden change of demeanor, his mouth hanging open.

“You’re waiting for dicks to fall outta the sky? RUN!”

And run he did, in a zigzag and swaying more than anything, but the boy ran for his life. His steps over the humid grass were the only sound, other than the insects buzzing and trees creaking in the wind, which was why Aelin jumping from the ambulance was so clear.

She ran towards the recruit instead of Rowan, and the boy only stopped running when Rowan gave him permission to, as he should. He granted it immediately, though, since he didn’t want one of Aelin’s lectures about being too hard on the trainees.

Despite her offers to help, the kid managed to stumble to the ambulance on his own. The reminder of why he did it, that he didn’t want to ‘look bad’ in front of Aelin, sent his blood boiling—

“Captain Whitethorn,” she chastised with her disappointed mom voice, then lowered it so no one would hear her talk like this with someone who outranks her, “I am so angry at you right now. There’s a good chance this kid—my patient—has low blood sugar, and you send him running alone at night? Gods!” She threw her arms up and walked away from him, to the ambulance.

It was all right.

Ten minutes later, he had her pressed against the ambulance, one arm caging her in on the side that didn’t face the training field.

“And how’s the class?” she asked, her hand on his chest.

A fine was about to slip from his lips when he remembered the boys were commenting on Aelin. Hell, maybe even a girl or two. Then, Rowan remembered he was going to kill all of them. “You’re about to get a lot more patients.”

Snorting, she slapped his chest, but her hand went back to its initial position on it. It was just then that Rowan noticed Aelin’s idle fingers playing with the name tape on his uniform.

He gave it a pointed look. “You like it?”

She tilted her head, a silent way to tell she wasn’t following.

“I can make that happen, if you wanna wear a ‘Whitethorn’ in your uniform too.”

Aelin didn’t say anything, just wore a smile too big for her face, and damn him if he didn’t feel that smile everywhere. His heart, his stomach, his cock. Everywhere.

Rowan was using every willpower he had to not kiss her right now.

It was supposed to be a surprise, her popping up in his class like this. Manning an ambulance in the middle of the night to aid a bunch of newbies isn’t exactly a desirable task for the medical personnel, it was easy for Aelin to assume this for one night. And her plans to surprise him here were going perfectly well, until Lorcan found out and called him to his office.

Apparently, Rowan has a history of improper sexual conduct with Aelin at work that sends his boss on edge whenever she’s near him.

He might not be able to touch her now, but Lorcan didn’t say anything about flirting with her.

“You came in the ambulance, right? That means you left your car at home?”

“I drove to the hospital, then the sergeant drove me here. Why?”

“Because…” Rowan trailed a finger on the collar of her uniform. “You won’t need a car after this, when I take you home. Or tomorrow, when I take you out.”

Because working until the early hours meant they were dismissed from work tomorrow, and Maisie was taken care of with Sellene until they had to pick her up from school. As much as he loved having family time, Rowan would be damned if he let a child-free day go by.

Aelin’s breath hitched, her eyes darkening. “I thought you’d want to stay in.”

“I always want to stay in with you.” Rowan licked his lips, hers were so fucking close. He felt this pull, as if Aelin had tied an invisible lasso around him, luring him further each second his eyes were on her. “But I haven’t taken you out yet, and I really want to do that too.”

“Oh my God, you asshole,” Aelin breathed, her little bubble of desire popped. “You have never, ever, taken me out on a proper date.” The gape in her mouth turned into a cackle, but she still swatted his arm. “You’ve fucked me in every single posi—“

“I know.”

“We have a five-year-old together, Rowan.” Aelin’s tone was full of mock-indignation, but he didn’t feel as playful as she did right now.

“I know,” he repeated with a tight chest. When Rowan said he hadn’t taken Aelin out yet, he didn’t realize he hadn’t ever done that. They’ve gone out, yes, but never as a proper date. And this was one more thing to his ever-growing list of things he fucked up by not doing. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he said, with a deeper meaning than what he let on.

Aelin had a bright grin on, clueless to the guilt weighing on the back of his mind. “You better.”

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They arrived at his house at dawn, when another ambulance and team of instructors took over the same trainees.

He replayed every moment with Aelin on the way home, while she dozed on the passenger side. He stayed at the ambulance with “the trainees” (i.e., Aelin) longer than usual, but not enough Cairn could make a reasonable complaint. And Sergeant Allsbrook, the driver, definitely saw them flirting by the side of that ambulance, but Rowan’s touches were barely bordering the line between proper and not.

He’s not the type to worry about such things, but he couldn’t help it this time.

The trip through memory lane Lorcan dragged him to today wasn’t pleasant, and it weighed on his mind. Theirs is just one of the many sex scandals inside the Air Force—they happen every time, regardless of sexuality, age or rank. It never made anyone forget about his, though.

Rowan never minded it. It was such a scandal back then, the drill instructor’s suicidal affair with the Brigadier’s niece that led to imprisonment and a baby. Still, he wore the whispers surrounding him like an insignia on his uniform because he’d never feel ashamed of his own family.

But being a female officer, Rowan knows what happened five years ago impacted Aelin’s reputation differently than his.

She always played it cool and said she didn’t care, and he believed her, but still—

He banged his head against the steering wheel with a low groan, which made the car horn despite his efforts to keep it quiet.

Aelin jumped on her seat with the honk, her hand flying to her chest as she was brutally woken from her nap.

“I’m sorry.” Rowan kissed her cheek, his self-reproach making his throat even thicker because he was planning to carry her to bed.

She lazily shook her head and said, “S’alright. The drive’s over anyway.” Aelin pulled his lips to hers, but before he could deepen the kiss, she pulled away with a wrinkled nose.

“You stink.”

Rowan tried to keep a straight face at the sight of her mock-disgust and sleepy eyes, but couldn’t contain a snort.

“It’s almost as if I was training forty people in the mud,” he said, releasing her only to flick her nose.

“I’m only hearing excuses.” She undid her seatbelt and squinted her eyes at him. “What I want to hear is the shower running, or…”

“Or?” He raised an eyebrow, not bothering to hide his smirk.

Aelin crossed her arms. “You don’t even even want to hear it, Officer.”

Unable to restrain himself, Rowan smacked another kiss on her—this one she didn’t protest—and ran to the shower.

If Aelin wasn’t used to his state after work, it’s because he usually showers there, before coming home. But she was with him today, and she looked so tired after their shift Rowan just wanted to take her home with him.

In the bathroom, he was even faster than usual. If military training made his showers quick, Aelin waiting for him in his bedroom was even more effective.

Not quick enough, given the way she knocked on the door.

“I’m almost done!” Rowan called, but it didn’t stop Aelin from opening it.

“Pity,” she said by the threshold, with her head tilted and body fully naked. “I was going to join you.”

His mind short-circuited, like it always did whenever Aelin took her clothes off.

Her smirk grew, like it always did whenever Rowan looked dumbstruck because of her.

“I can’t believe you’re letting a tub this big go unused,” she said while making her way to him.

Rowan didn’t have the heart to tell her he couldn’t even remember the last time he laid in that bathtub. It just came with the house.

Still, nothing was keeping Aelin from her tub bath. Not even the expired bath bombs she found in the back of his cabinet.

“You have to admit how nice it is,” she said after everything was ready and they were tangled together in it.

Rowan would never say it out loud and ruin the experience for her, but the only thing about this bath that undeniably appealed to him was the naked lady on his lap.

She sat straighter, looking around with a frown. “Where’s the body wash?”

Without a comment, Rowan outstretched his arm and grabbed it for her. He wouldn’t point it out and be a jerk, but it was the only bottle there.

“Not the shampoo.” She pointed at the bun that kept her hair dry. “The body wash.”

“That’s it.” Gods, he felt like such an ass to point out the obvious. Felt like… menlucidate? Mensplain? Elide taught it to Lorcan and Lorcan taught it to him. Rowan watched out for it ever since, and he wouldn’t stay on the subject if Aelin weren’t the one pressing on it. He pointed at the label. “It’s for the head… and shoulders. It’s both.” His finger trailed down to the description. “It’s 7 in 1.”

Aelin blinked one, three, too many times. Her mouth opened. And closed. When her chest and shoulders began to tremble, she clamped her mouth shut, biting the inside of her lip. But then she opened her mouth to speak, and it was like opening a dam. Her laughter boomed inside his bathroom, its sound ricocheting on the dull tiles as Rowan soaked it up into his every pore. She leaned into him after a moment, and he supported Aelin’s shaking body as he felt her wheeze against his neck.

He squeezed her waist and murmured, “What was that about?”

With no small amount of amusement, Aelin gave him a long explanation on why his soap not only didn’t work as a body wash, but was actually bad for the skin. She even bothered to read all the seven functions in tiny letters and, indeed, all of them were related to the hair and scalp.

“You’re telling me I bought a 7 in 1 soap… and not one of the seven functions is soap?”

Aelin shook her head and planted a kiss on his cheek. “You silly Buzzard.”

She put a little product on her hand, but Rowan stopped her with a hand to her wrist. “I thought it was bad for your skin?”

He could still find something else for her, even if it were Maisie’s baby soap. Rowan himself might be lacking in this department, but he followed Aelin’s every rule on how to take care of their daughter’s skin and hair.

After gently pulling her wrists free, she scrubbed her arms and shoulders. “Just this once won’t hurt.”

“Alright, then.” He dropped some shampoo on his palms as well, softly rubbing it over Aelin’s sides and tugging her closer with both hands on her ass.

With both arms loose around his shoulders, she gave him a lazy kiss, her tongue teasing his with slow strokes that didn’t match the pace of his heartbeat.

He broke the kiss. “Which soap do you like?”

“Don’t worry about me.”

Oh, but he would. Rowan frowned.

Her head tilted as she chuckled. “I mean it. I can bring one for myself.”

Well, that wasn’t an option. If anything, he could just go to one of the frilly shops at the mall he always mocked and get some lavender somethings for when she’s here.

Things with Aelin had been so easy lately, it was in moments like this that Rowan got the painful reminder that this was a trial test of sorts. And if she decided she’s actually better off without him, he just hoped to survive the crash. And in the meantime he’d be the most reliable, supportive partner because Aelin might think he deserves this second chance, but Rowan has yet to believe it himself.

“Hey.” She smoothed the crease between his eyebrows with her thumb. “Where’d you go?”

Rowan swallowed, his eyes fixed on her. “I love you.”

She leaned closer, stroking his cheek with a smile. “I love you too.”

He didn’t object as she dumped some of the shampoo into his short hair. Rowan closed his eyes as she scrubbed his scalp, melting away the tension in his shoulders. He didn’t even fight the goosebumps, just surrendered to Aelin’s fingers.

“You’re no better than a house cat,” she said, massaging his head. He let out a low noise in his throat that might very well have been a purr.

She pushed down on his shoulders, beckoning him to dunk under the water. When Rowan surfaced, he sat down straighter and pulled her for a kiss.

Aelin was soft and sweet as she opened her mouth to let him in, melting into his embrace. But then the mood shifted, her kiss as hungry as the fingers that traveled down his torso.

“I thought…” Rowan had to restart his brain as she shifted on his lap, teasing his cock. “You’re not tired?”

They hadn’t slept at all in the last 24 hours, so he wasn’t expecting—

“A quickie?” His mouth on her neck made her whimper, her voice faltering before she asked, “Please?”

“So polite,” he murmured and moved down to her wet breasts, giving them attention with either his mouth or hands, making Aelin quiver under his touch.

Since they were alone in the house, her loud moan when his mouth closed around her nipple was a small luxury for both of them. Aelin for letting loose, Rowan for what those sounds evoked in him.

He tangled his fingers in her hair to bring her mouth to his, and she didn’t protest at his damp fingers on her safely dry hair. Rowan groped the outline of her frame until his hand landed on the apex between her thighs, his fingers finding their way in her body blindly.

However, Aelin stopped him, increasing the distance between their hips as she broke their kiss, maintaining her face a breath away from his.

She grabbed his cock, handling it with such certainty one might think she was holding her favorite sex toy. Aelin gave it one, two pumps under water before guiding his tip to her entrance.

When she was about to sink down on him, she froze.

“Um.” Aelin cleared her throat, giving their hips a pointed look. “Do you mind if I…?”

“You don’t have to ask, baby,” Was all the warning Rowan gave before snapping his hips up, water sloshing out of the bathtub while she held onto him.

Aelin’s moan was long and the most delicious sound to hear, and she only needed a moment to adjust before riding him like a dream.

She held on tight to him, the roll of her hips and consequent whimpers were intoxicating, and Rowan could very easily lose his mind with the pressure of her walls squeezing his cock in. The water from the bath was already cold, but it didn’t stop the heat spreading under his skin, or the tension coiling in his already taut muscles.

Not used to the passive role Aelin put him in, Rowan held on to the side of the tub and thrust from underneath her, making her cry out from the added pressure.

“Fuck,” she panted, “Rowan—”

He turned her face to his by the roots of her hair. “Say my name again.”

A troublesome glint flickered in her eyes. “Fuck me like that again.”

And that he did, pounding his hips up with abandon while she took him with an arched back like the good girl she was. The sight of it alone was maddening. Water sloshing everywhere from Aelin’s hungry rhythm, her breasts bouncing as she did it, and her face contorted with pleasure.

Aelin’s hand disappeared underwater, between their hips, around the time Rowan noticed his own building pleasure was becoming too much. He swatted her hand away and replaced it with his own, rubbing her clit with slow circles.

He didn’t stop when Aelin’s hips stuttered, nor when her walls spasmed around him. Rowan could barely comprehend the strangled noises she let out before falling apart on top of him, because he was the one being pushed over the edge now. His tension snapping was the last warning he got before emptying himself inside of Aelin, and his body dissolved into pleasure while he pulled her for a hug.

“We’ve been in this tub for so long, I’m probably just a big wrinkle by now.” She held up one hand to make her point.

Rowan chuckled, took that hand and kissed each wrinkled fingertip. “We should go to bed.”

“I hope you didn’t plan a brunch date. I think I’ll be dead by brunch time,” Aelin said while detangling herself from him, reaching for her towel.

Rowan followed her, a funny feeling in his stomach while he watched her get ready to bed. With him. “We can do anything you want.”

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[open--till--midnight]

You mentiomed witcher oc and this idea came to my head so now im asking it for a request:)

Geralt x fem!witcher!Reader

Reader very new witcher and gets cold one night and decides to go to geralt's room and asks if they can share beds? maybe she was in the snow the whole day so she didnt get time to warm up, so the night cold makes her unable to sleep

If possible can this be nsfw? (Dom!geralt sub!reader?)

Body Heat

geralt x fem!witcher!reader

warnings | smut 18+, minors DNI

wc | 2k

a/n | i love this! i'm obsessed with the 'i'm cold and I need to be near you' trope

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Most people didn’t believe in female witchers, you didn’t even think it was possible until you became one. The trials had been excruciating and truth was, nobody knew if you would even survive. Vesemir had worked out a new formula, one that your body could handle. For a time, you thought you were dying, but in the end, you had survived. 

You were new to this, and if you were being honest with yourself, you had no clue what you were doing. For your first year on the path, Geralt would be right there beside you. It was a strange time for you. Everything had changed. Your body was brand new, and it was like you had to relearn everything. Your favorite change also happened to be the one that bothered you the most. Enhanced senses. You could now hear things so clearly, but that also meant that Geralt’s snoring was borderline unbearable. Your new sense of smell made all your favorite foods and flowers smell ten times as nice, but that also meant that foul smells were worse as well. There was a caveat to everything, but you figured you’d manage. 

You and Geralt left Kaer Morhen early that spring. The snow had melted, yet the temperature had not yet risen. By this point, you had been walking all day to reach the next town by sunset. You had not been making good progress. 

The light rain had softened the dirt beneath your feet, making walking almost impossible. Even your horses were having trouble. 

“The sun is going to set soon. We should set up camp.” 

“We’re not going to try and make it?” 

“It’s not worth it. Let’s get some rest.” Geralt seemed to be in some sort of mood. You couldn’t really blame him. The bitter spring air and the light breeze were now freezing the rain, and it was painful against your cheeks and ungloved hands. Every year you said you’d buy a pair, and every year you had forgotten.

Geralt had trouble getting the fire to light and stay burning. And by the time you were eating what little food you had, the first snowflakes fell. 

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You dusted a chunk of snow off of your bread, sneering at it when it stuck to the ground instead of melting.

Geralt just sighed, pulling his hood further over his head. You copied his actions after you shoved the rest of your food into your mouth, then pulled your limbs in as tight as you could while laying down on the sleeping mat.

Sleep did not come easily that night. You were too busy brushing snow off of your face and mat. Though with your new hearing, you could tell that Geralt had fallen asleep. His heartbeat gave it away first, but then you caught a glimpse of his face through the unlit wet logs of the fire and he looked blissful. At least one of you was.

By the morning, the snow came halfway up to your knee. You groaned as you unburied yourself, standing up to help Geralt pack everything onto your horses. Not that you’d be able to ride them in these conditions. Hopefully, you would reach the village soon. 

An hour in and you were soaked. The snow had picked up again, and it showed no signs of slowing. When you looked at Geralt, you couldn’t read his face, as usual. You wondered if he was as uncomfortable as you. Were witchers even supposed to get cold? You didn’t know, and to be honest, you were too embarrassed to ask.

Your feet were starting to go numb, and it was impairing your ability to walk. But you tried your best to not let Geralt see. Before you tucked your hands into your pockets, you could see how little your fingers could actually move. It was like your hand had frozen. You knew that was a foolish thought, and you pushed it out of your head, clenching your fists in your pockets instead.

When the sun reached its peak in the sky, you saw the village. The guards at the gate gave you no trouble when entering, which you knew was all too rare. After securing two rooms at the inn, you knew you would be looking for contracts. Geralt had told you that at least for now you would be going on contracts together. For learning and for safety. You didn’t exactly have the same amount of training that the witcher boys had.

After picking up a contract and consulting the local alderman, you retired to the inn. You shared a much needed warm meal with Geralt. Under the table, your feet burned. The heat of the nearby hearth was too hot for your frozen toes. It worried you, despite that, you said nothing. When the night ended and you reached your rooms, you exchanged goodnights and went your separate ways.

The room was poorly lit, with only a few candles littered about the room, not even a lantern in sight. You threw your bag at the foot of the bed and went to crouch in front of the fireplace.

Of course you had been trained with witchers signs, but you were still learning. You arranged your fingers into the sign and focused all your energy into it. But all you got was a spark. It took you three more tries to get a small flame. One which you barely managed to turn into a suitable fire. Once satisfied, you quickly changed into one of Geralt’s old shirts and tucked yourself under the covers. 

The sounds of patrons singing and yelling were too loud in your ears and the pillow did little to drown them out. And your hands and feet still stung with cold. You felt like you could cry. But you didn’t. You pulled on a pair of trousers and made your way to Geralt’s room.

He was at the door the second after your first knock. His hair was sticking up in the back and his eyes were somewhat squinted. You felt bad about the intrusion, but your desperate need for warmth trumped your feelings of guilt. 

“Geralt, I’m freezing. Is it ok if I sleep with you tonight?”

“Yeah, sure.” Well, he didn’t sound so sure. You wrote it off as due to his sleepy state.

When the bed dipped beside you, you sat up so your back was against the headboard. He did the same.

“You know, I don’t think that witchers are supposed to get that cold.”

“Yeah? Well, I guess the mutagens didn’t get the memo, Geralt.” 

“I guess not. Come here.” 

The witcher opened his arms for you, letting you squeeze yourself into his side, savoring his warmth. For a moment, you thought you smelled something strange in the air. You brushed it off, wrapping your legs around his in an attempt to get even closer to his warmth. 

In an act of intimacy, unknown between you and Geralt, he kissed the top of your head, holding it close to his chest. When his grip loosened, you pulled back to look at him. And in his eyes, you found the warmth you so desperately needed. In a reckless act, you leaned forward. 

Geralt quickly got the hint and closed the distance between the two of you. His lips were rough, but pleasantly so. They contrasted with yours just unlike the way your calloused hands brushed over his scar puckered skin.

Immediately after you pulled apart, you pinpointed the smell you had noticed. It was the smell of sex. Was your sense of smell that strong? Was it from a couple in another room? Was that what you were smelling? 

You grinned at him, with an air of anxiety crossing your features. Geralt got the hint and lifted you over him and onto his lap. You immediately felt the bulge in his trousers poking into your heated core.

“Is that what I’m smelling?”

A knowing nod from the witcher, “I can smell you, too.”

“Gods that’s hot.”

Geralt once again captured your lips in a passionate kiss. And in your mind, you had no idea why this was happening. You hadn’t even given Geralt a second look before, but all of a sudden you were overcome with powerful feelings for him.

He had a powerful grip on your ass as he ground you down into him. He swallowed the meek whimper you let out at the action, continuing an arousing rhythm while licking into your mouth.

“Gods, I want you, Geralt.”

“Be patient, love. Just wait.”

Rough hands worked their way under your shirt, feeling every inch of you before giving your breasts a gentle squeeze. When he went to lift up your shirt, you immediately shut down. Your face heated, too.

“Something wrong?”

“No, it’s just- it’s been a while and I-”

“I understand. Let me know when I can.”

His hands continued roaming your body as his lips kissed your neck and your collarbones through your shirt. He was tender when he kissed over the peaks of your breasts, and at that you tapped his shoulder, giving him the go-ahead. 

The expression of pure admiration never left his face when he lifted the shirt off of your body. His hands stilled on your hips as he kissed his way from your sternum to your lips. Your hands moved from his shoulders, frantically trying to get his shirt off of him. He obliged and then lay you down in front of him. He pulled your trousers off, leaving only a thin layer of fabric between him and you. Reaching out, you tugged on his waistband. When he stood, he relieved himself of both layers, revealing his impressive length. You quickly removed your final layer and lay out on the bed for him.

He laughed at your expression while positioning you on the bed below him. He left a sloppy trail of kisses down your stomach until he reached your cunt. His fingers were skillful when they breached you, and after a few seconds, he started to thrust them in and out of you. You reached down to get a firm grip in his hair; he took the hint and his tongue circled your clit a few times before sucking. When your hips bucked, Geralt threw an arm over your hips, holding you down while he made quick work of you.

You came embarrassingly fast. Using your hands to shield your face after letting out a final moan while coming down from your high.

“Uh uh, pretty girl. Let me see your face.”

You wondered if he could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks. No, no, you were overthinking again. The witcher kissed wherever he could, giving you the proper time to pull yourself back together.

He laughed when you pulled on his hair once more. “Impatient, aren’t we?”

“I just need you, please.”

You could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against your stomach, pre-cum creating a sticky trail. Geralt, once again, inserted his fingers into you. 

“Your cock, Geralt, please.”

“Patience, love.”

He worked you for a while, thumbing your clit with an intense pressure. When he felt you’d had enough, he replaced his fingers swiftly with his cock. Almost immediately, Geralt created an excruciating pace. Hard and fast, hitting your sweet spot every single time. When your hand went down to play with your clit, he swatted your hand away, circling it himself while adding increasing and decreasing pressure. You were all fucked out and blissful. 

The sweet sounds coming from the large man went straight to your core. In turn, you responded with sighs and moans while pressing your lips against his neck. When your noises came faster and louder, Geralt put more pressure into his circles around your clit. You swore you could see stars obstructing your view of the witcher’s face.

With one final thrust, your orgasm ripped through you. Your nails found a place on Geralt’s back, definitely leaving marks in their wake. His deep groan let you know that he didn’t mind it. His thrusts became sloppy, he began pounding frantically, chasing his high.

You were positive that if nobody in the inn had heard you yet, they had now. Geralt spilled into you with a loud groan and collapsed onto your chest, pressing sloppy kisses where he could.

“Geralt?”

“Yes?”

“I’m not cold anymore.”

The witcher laughed, pulling you into his chest, “That’s good to hear.”

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Rewatched Princess and the Frog tonight: it’s got some GREAT moments, but it’s overall just fine. (With a few glaring issues but . Yeah 💚)

Ok first off the visuals are really great. I’m still sad Disney basically destroyed their 2D animation department after this movie. And also Pooh but whatever. The characters are so expressive and it’s really cool :)

I especially liked this style change during one of the songs :] it was unique!

Very beautiful visually and it focuses on being extravagant and fun! Which yknow sometimes you need something like that. But it’s also really really. Really surface level and sanitized 1920s New Orleans. Cuz like yeah it’s a Disney movie- they obviously care more about making it child appropriate than time period accurate

It had this whole ‘it doesn’t matter if you’re Black or white we’re all equal!’ thing going on and?? Pretending racism doesn’t exist outside of MAYBE TWO LINES is kind of fucked especially when your movie discusses class differences with rich Prince Naveen (who is from a made up country also) and working class Tiana. This is definitely an issue they could’ve dove more into but they were like. “Nooooo only a few white guys landlords are bad and rude... The black guy chef was also mean to her !” THATS VERY STRANGE. STOP PRETENDING LIKE ITS A “BOTH SIDES CAUSE THE PROBLEM” ISSUE GUHHHHHHHH

Not to mention Tiana is an absolute workaholic and they never really explicitly denounce that as a bad thing. Like sure Naveen is like "maybe you should chill out more" but she was working TWO JOBS AT ONCE, BARELY SLEEPS, and almost NEVER spends time for herself 😭 And it doesn't affect her performance at all?? Maybe Shes Just Awesome But IDK. They frame it as "shes such a hard worker! and if you work hard, everything will turn out ok!" which is a nice sentiment but not realistic. It being a kids movie doesnt make it exempt from criticsm cuz little kids watching it might get the expectation that working yourself to the bone is normal, when in reality that can be really dangerous. Basically Tiana Deserves A Fuckign Break

Anyways im dissing this movie way too much LOL. It does a lot right but I'm only focusing on the issues </3 I really admire Tiana's perseverance despite being overworked as Fuck and her ability to refocus on what's important to her, that being her family and her restaurant. ❤️ Also the whole ‘turning black person into cute marketable creature” trope thing unfortunately tries to push that issue away even further. So basically this movie follows a lot of bad tropes and the 2nd half when they become frogs slows the movie down quite a bit. Not that it was bad, it was just a different direction that was Arguably Less Interesting. although it gets points for being furry media (technically) I will not deny that.

this movie is 20% about a working class black woman facing adversity and 80% about frog romance. sorry

woaht the fuck theres4 of them

Best character alert?!?!!⚠️⚠️⚠️ Like yeah obviously it’s Dr Facilier he sort of carries the whole movie. EASILY the best musical number of the whole film and Friends on the Other Side is one of the best Disney villain songs PERIOD!!!!

(THIS MIDDLE GIF IS FUCKIJG INSANE.)

You can tell they had so much fucking fun making this scene and I love that so much 💚💜

Sentient evil shadow that can interact with the real world?? Cool as FUCK. Shady deals with the shadow realm that inevitably turn against him?? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP!!!!!! WHAT A COOL DEATH… Although there is the fact his black magic is a wide & inaccurate mishmash of different cultural practices to make him appear more Spooky and Evil TM. Is he good representation ? Who am I to say. People love him anyways.

(Maybe it was done that way to make him appear like a ‘Jack of all trades’ or like he’s dabbling in multiple practices when he’s not supposed to, getting him in dangerous business with the “shadow realm.” But that still doesn’t justify it)

Very petty complaint but i was watching this together with my friend who does tarot. As far as I know, NONE of his tarot cards Make Real Sense or have any correlating meaning with what number they are (except for The Tower, which was when he said Naveen’s funds were low.) it’s not like the average audience member knows tarot, but would’ve been cool if they went that extra mile :’)

Louis was perfect and I have no complaints. Just a big goofy guy AND he’s so talented ! 2nd best character easily

Ok. OKAY FINE I ended up liking Ray more than I expected. [BOOOOOOOOOOO] HEY. I’m just saying He was a happy little fellow. I might be stupid. I don’t think he ever Caused Problems for the main cast which would’ve made him more annoying . But also how wasn’t he Squashed to a pulp LOL. YOU LITERALLY HEAR HIM SQUISH … THEY SHOULDVE HAD A SHOT WITH HIS GUTS EVERYWGERE ON THE PAVEMENT !!!!!! 🙄 I was not attached to him but I didn’t hate him.

(Gif of him dying infintely anyways)

ALSO bro selfships with a star. And after death him becoming the star next to it … 🥺IM SO EASY.

Those 3 slapstick frog hunters were an absolutely useless threat. Facilier’s shadows were JUST established to be after them and that was enough of a threat!! The hunters ONLY existed for cheap comic relief and for Naveen and Tiana to bond and become heterosexual frogs 💔 WORST CHARACTERS !!!!!!!!!! I HATE CHILDREN’S MOVIES !!!!!!!!!

Naveen kind of sucks but at least he learned how to suck less through mincing mushrooms <3 yeah that’s called a character arc 😲’if I can learn how to mince you can learn how to dance’ IT WAS SORT OF CUTEE OK.

Ok I’m getting tired. Bird critique: when they arrived in the bayou for the first time they played Laughing Kookaburra calls. No offense but I dont think this native Australian bird belongs in southern Louisiana and It’s Actually Quite Lost

Anyways the movie is FINE. I probably wouldn’t rewatch it but Dr Facilier is awesome Also i watched this video and i liked it teehee

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The Merry Whump of May—Day 6

“It’s a long story”

Knife Handle | Gagged | Under the Table

Masterlist

Cw: kidnapping, capture, betrayal, backstabbing (Both literal and metaphorical), injuries, blood, implied torture, restraints, abuse, sort of a breakdown maybe, absolutely zero plot

Hero was crying.

Hot, thick tears sliding down their flushed cheeks, their head already beginning to thrum with the ache of dehydration, but that discomfort was lost in the sea of distress, both emotional and physical.

Their arms were sore, shoulders straining from where their wrists were cuffed behind their back, elbows pulled close together with a cord that wrapped around their chest as well, hindering all movement except for some stray twitches. The restraints were like wire around their wrists, cables that bit into their joints and pinched their skin between the creases, digging in and drawing beads of red.

Their jaw ached, forced open unnaturally with the knotted leather sitting heavy on their tongue, makeshift gag tied tight around the back of their head, Hero was sure there would be marks left over when it was finally taken off.

Their legs were bound in a similar manner as their arms, secured at the ankles and then just above their knees with the thick cords. Their uniform, once a clean, thigh covering, was in tatters, partially from the battle, partially from the defeat, and partially from the abuse they’d suffered at the henchmen’s hands directly following. Bruised and bloody, skin littered with scrapes and mottled splotches of color, still the physical pain hadn’t amounted to anywhere near what they were trying to process.

Sidekick had betrayed them. Stabbed them in the back—literally. The wound wasn’t fatal, more towards their shoulder than any vitalities, but holy hell did it hurt. It was deep enough for even one of the henchman to recognize, after the collective had finished beating the crap out of Hero, and had taken the time to scavenge for some bandages and gauze to at slow the bleeding “until they got back and Boss can decide whether or not to let them bleed out”.

They had given a whole monologue while Hero, injured and exhausted, was overrun by henchmen. Hero hadn’t been able to hear them too well, between the commotion, pain, and ringing in their ears, but they think they were able to catch the idea.

I’ve lived in your shadow for so long. I will finally be seen. It’s my turn to get the credit—something like that.

Hero had never thought of Sidekick as a sidekick. Hell no. They were incredibly talented, gifted. The only reason their rank was “sidekick” was because that’s how it fucking worked—Academy graduates who joined the Agency were automatically given the role, placed under the guidance of a Hero who would help acclimate them to the job, get them prepared for when they no longer needed surveillance. “Sidekick” was never meant to last longer than a year, maybe two depending on the needs of the trainee. Hero had thought Sidekick knew that. They had only been six months in, but Hero had been getting ready to sign off the documents supporting their promotion. Sidekick was brilliant and strong, and as far as Hero knew they had never treated them any different than they would treat their colleagues.

Apparently Sidekick didn’t see things the same way. That hurt more than a blade ever could.

Then Sidekick turned and walked away. Not even glancing back as Hero struggled futilely against their assailants, screaming and begging for Sidekick to help, to not leave them. Yeah, not Hero’s proudest moment.

Neither was this.

After they had been subdued, beaten, and finally restrained, the henchmen had shoved them blindfolded into the back of a van, they had been driven for nearly two hours, along a roughly paved road with sharp turns, until they had arrived at what Hero could only assume was a lair. From there, they had been dragged down a few halls, and kicked into a cell, the henchmen not even bothering to remove their blindfold. Hero, after spending a good five minutes sobbing and squirming on the cell ground, fought for their bearings and was able to curl their knees up, then rub their face awkwardly against them until the blindfold came loose.

They almost wished they hadn’t.

The room they were thrown into wasn’t quite a cell, as they had originally thought. They had been dumped close to a wall, which they now leaned heavily against, not wanting to put themself in such a compromising position as laying down. The walls were made of slick, cold white tiles, leading to a paneled ceiling with a grid of thin, sturdy beams bolted across. From that hung all sorts of things that made Hero’s stomach twist with nausea. Shackles, bars, pulley systems, they saw a shower head in the far corner, protruding straight from an exposed pipe, dripping quietly over a drain.

In the center of the room there was a large metal table, maybe three feet wide and triple that long. Around various parts, long leather straps not dissimilar from belts hung off. The table itself was steady, welded over another drain, the floor underneath slightly discolored with the faint stain of bleach. Against one wall, furthest from Hero, there was a desk of sorts, framed with two tall cabinets and then a counter to the side of that. The drawers resembled those of a filing cabinet, each with a small key lock keeping them sealed. There were two cameras that Hero could see, in opposite corners casting the whole room under surveillance.

The worst thing, Hero thought, was the small wire crate only a few feet to their left. It wouldn’t have been big enough for an average dog, but Hero had a sickening feeling that it was not intended to house a pet.

Another sob was choked in their throat, the gag soaked through with coppery tasting saliva. Hero squeezed their eyes shut and pressed their head back hard against the wall, as if that would ease any aspect of their situation.

They were to wait for a long time, long enough for their arms to go completely numb, before the door finally opened.

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I’m so done with this piece

Yes this is the exact setting I’m envisioning for what I’m about to do to Noah. I’m in a mood ok. Sue me.

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Happy 28th! Here are all the fics I read this month ♥

✗ Satellite | BoosBabycakes | strangers to lovers - kid fic - slow burn - fluff - hurt/comfort - mentions of bullying - mpreg - 78k Louis is a hardworking, dedicated, loving single mum with no interest other than making his son happy, and who thinks that love will never knock on his door again. Harry is a lone man, successful in his field, and thinks he has his life together and all figured out. Wrong meets clueless, lives get turned upside down in the best way possible with the help of a cute and curious little boy, who just wants to learn more and more.

✗ not afraid of living on a fault line | maroonmoonlouis | strangers to lovers - friends to lovers - emotional hurt/comfort - omegaverse - famous/not famous - depression - anxiety attacks - suicidal thoughts - gender dysphoria - 55k His eyes widened when he realized he had just somehow managed to ask Harry to hang out. Judging by Harry’s own expression, he wasn't the only one who was shocked. Louis expected him to laugh it off the ridiculous request but the beta looked up at him, almost hopefully. “Are you being serious?” “Um,” was all Louis could say, feeling every bit as speechless as Harry had been earlier. “Are you?” Harry shrugged. “I’ve been told I need to get out more.” - or the one where Harry is a depressed and anxious beta who spends months at a time in bed, blowing off his band and fans, and remembering when he had something to live for. Enter Louis, the cute omega at his local coffee shop who shows him that maybe the very thing he has to live for is himself.

✗ hungry heart | raspberryoats | omegaverse - 16k "So you're using me and my kitchen for a bigger paycheck?" Harry asks. "What do I get out of it?" "What do you-" Louis parrots in disbelief. "I get a job that doesn't make me work ten hour shifts just to barely pay my rent while you get three meals a day cooked for you." "So, what, you're like some glorified housewife?" Housewife, personal chef, Louis doesn't care. Contract's signed and done; T's crossed and I's dotted. Louis will wear an apron and twirl his hair all pretty if that's what he wants. Even if the job feels more like some drawn out jail sentence, Louis hopes this isn't going to be a long summer.

✗ Apparently by Chance, at Precisely the Right Moment | lousmoonshine | omegaverse - soulmates - soulmate-identifying marks - 19k Alpha Harry doesn’t believe in soulmates. Omega Louis has been looking for his soulmate all his life.

✗ borrow the moonlight | princelouisau | exes to lovers - angst - pining - post-break up - reunions - 37k The door opens, swinging inward and being stopped in its tracks by a firm hand before it hits the wall. Louis looks up, smile plastered on, ready to greet the man who can’t, as an adult, tie his own bloody tie. The smile falls. As does Louis’ stomach, hurtling towards the floor like a poorly-made fairground ride. No. No. Absolutely fucking not. If there’s one bright side to this, it’s that Harry looks as shocked as he does, standing frozen in the doorway like he just opened the door to the ghost of fucking Christmas past. or, Louis and Harry broke up three years ago. The last thing Louis expects to see when he’s sent to help a guest is Harry, 3000 miles away from where he’s supposed to be.

✗ Thawing Permafrost | smittenwithlouis | fantasy - magic - arranged marriage - mutual pining - mentions of mpreg - 22k “Whenever you see a mirage, you will be able to open a portal that leads you to the Oasis. All you have to do is say this,” Harry explains further, pulling Louis out of his thoughts. Calidius, this Coyote demands To be shown the Oasis, Among the simmering sand. Louis’ hands can’t help but hold on to Harry’s forearms in alarm, eyes immediately widening as some sort of lush passage appears before them in the middle of the Calidian desert. Or: Louis is from the frozen mountains of Glacien. Harry is from the searing desert of Calidius. They come from opposite worlds, but all it takes is an arranged marriage to bring them together as one.

✗ Forever Home | thedeathchamber | fluff - angst - emotional hurt/comfort - implied/referenced child abuse - mental health issues - 51k Louis heard humming, soft and melodious, and the scribble of a pen on paper, before he blinked into awareness, his vision focusing gradually to make out the person standing at the foot of his bed. It was a young male nurse, dressed in light blue scrubs. The morning autumn sunlight streaming in through the window lit up the hair that escaped from his bun like a halo. “Hi,” Louis croaked. The nurse’s head whipped up from his notes. “Oh, you’re awake—” When he looked at Louis his voice broke off and his face went slack. “You’re awake,” he repeated.

✗ disillusioned as snow angels | rosesau | exes - getting back together - grief/mourning - college/university - hurt/comfort - angst - minor character death - 22k louis hasn't seen harry in almost two years since harry decided he wanted to start his life anew somewhere unfamiliar. that is, until harry comes back home and louis has to reconcile the past with the present.

✗ you go undercover (you cross your fingers) | forthetherapy | omegaverse - kid fic - touch deprivation - 25k When they reach the top of the steps, Harry puts the buggy down gently. “Thank you,” Louis says. “My hero.” Harry laughs. “You don’t need rescuing,” he says. or louis didn’t think that motherhood would be easy, but he certainly wasn’t prepared for just how challenging it would be. he also wasn't prepared for a certain alpha called harry appearing each time he needs help until accepting is no longer a difficult thing to do.

✗ treat my mind like an ashtray | beckywritesthings | college/university - Coming Out - trans male character - implied/referenced homophobia - homophobic language - angst - hurt/comfort - no smut - 18k College is a time for trying new things, self-discovery, personal acceptance. Louis likes to think he's got himself mostly sorted out, but with graduation looming, he's got no idea what he wants to do with his life. It's hard to find an exact purpose when the whole world is out there for the taking. Harry knows there's something inside of him that's different, he just doesn't know how to accept it. It's like standing on the edge of a cliff with a thousand foot drop and not knowing if you've got a parachute before you jump. The universe has funny ways of working things out, setting their paths on a colliding course to untangle the strings of their lives.

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