#which makes it damn difficult to act on that looking let me tell you

[filynxs]

: ̗̀➛ JJK Men enjoying Themselves.

Part 2

⚝ They can‘t stop thinking about you.

⚝ JJK character scenario

⚝ sexual content; 18+; m*sturb*ting

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T o j i F u s h i g u r o

Being Y/N‘s bodyguard is a difficult job.

A different kind of difficult.

Once again, her appearance has managed to make my cock react in excitement. The way how she walks in front of me, giving me a perfect view of her curves below that tight skirt, makes me crazy.

I can feel my hard shaft throbbing and twitching below my trousers, which tighten as my cock hardens. And the heat that forms in my crotch wanders through my entire body until reaching my chest, where my heart races in a fast pace.

Y/N suddenly stops in front of me as we reach the door of the conference room she has been searching for. I accidentally bump into her back, causing my hard bulge to poke her ass. Holding back a soft grunt, I gulp and brush my hand over my mouth down to my chin.

"Are we there?" I ask her, trying to act as nonchalant as I always am. I can‘t have her notice my arousal. She would most likely fire me. And I need this job, because I‘m broke.

She looks over her shoulder back up at me, her eyes hitting mine. The way how her irises glisten in the light of the hallway lamp send a pleasant shiver down my spine. Damn. If I wouldn’t work for her, I would have fucked her already. Several times.

A smile tugs on her glossy lips, a challenging one almost. Her eyes slightly narrow, and she tilts her head. With her index finger she gently pokes my chest, right at the spot where my heart races rapidly.

"Yeah, we are." she replies with her honeyed voice. "I have a meeting now. But you can make yourself comfortable in the," she pauses, looking down at my hard crotch, "restroom."

Fuck.

I can‘t help but grin at her comment, and a soft snort escapes me as I shake my head.

"Thanks for the advice." I chuckle, scratching the back of my neck in slight embarrassment. However, the way how she stares at my hard cock turns me on. If she wouldn’t have that meeting right now, if we weren‘t here but in her bed instead…

"We‘ll continue this conversation later, Fushiguro." she simply tells me, looking into my eyes once more before then disappearing through the door of the conference room. Her intoxicating scent leaves my nostrils as she walks into the room, and I sigh deeply. My muscles relax, and I didn‘t even notice that they have been tensed up the whole time.

That woman makes me loose my mind.

Without waiting any longer, I stride towards the restroom and lock myself up inside one of the toilet stalls. No one can disturb me now. Though, I‘d love it if Y/N would disturb me.

Sitting down on the toilet lid, I let out a deep sigh and open the zipper of my pants. My large cock jumps into my sight as I move my boxers down a bit. It‘s rock hard and so ready. The veins on it are pulsating, and it‘s twitching in anticipation, needing attention. But not only attention would bring me to the highest delight, no. Y/N‘s pussy would. I bet she has such a beautiful pussy that would need my cock as much as I need her.

My hand wraps around my shaft, slowly massaging it. I lean back and exhale sharply, closing my eyes in the process of pleasuring myself. I‘ve slept with many women, and now masturbating takes a bit more time than it used to. After all, I‘m used to pussies that wrap around my dick instead of just my hand.

However, it still feels so damn good.

"Fuck." I grunt softly, but still trying not to make any noises. Though, it‘s so difficult. Especially because I am thinking about Y/N. The way how her ass felt against my cock earlier almost made me groan right into her ear. Now that I think about it, I should have done that. She needs to know how the softness of her ass made me feel.

My breath quickens, and I arch my back ever so slightly as I jerk my hips against my hand. Oh what I would do to feel her naughty lips around my cock, causing her red lipstick to smudge. She would look up into my eyes while sucking me off like the good girl she is.

My strokes begin to pick up their pace, also caressing the tip of my cock which already leaks a lot of pre cum. Just the thought of fucking Y/N almost makes me come. That‘s crazy. Because I am the one who makes women instantly come without even fucking them yet, but now she is doing the same with me. And this feels fucking amazing.

Pressing my hand against my mouth, I feel my hot breath on my palm. I need to be quiet. Because if someone comes in, they will hear what the hell I‘m doing here. The only one who should be hearing this right now is Y/N.

Yeah. She should hear it.

I grab my phone, letting it record my heavy breaths and soft grunts. I can‘t help but grin. My hand tightens around my cock, and I can feel my pleasure coming to its climax, causing my entire body to shudder in satisfaction.

"Y/N, I want you so badly." I groan into my phone with a soft whisper as my cock shoots out my hot semen, which land on my pants and my hand. Sending her the voicemail, I let out a deep exhale and sink on that toilet lid.

At this point I don‘t even care about my job anymore. But what I‘m confident about is that I am going to fuck that woman senseless. And I prefer to be broke than not having experienced a night with a gorgeous woman like her.

My phone shows me a message she just sent me, and I grin as I read it.

"I think I know what it is without even listening to it. We are going to have a long conversation later, Fushiguro. And it‘s going to be a very pleasing one."

K e n t o N a n a m i

It has been a long day in which I couldn‘t concentrate properly. And I‘m still forced to be at work.

Conference after conference, phone call after phone call, and I still have to sit here in my office, working overtime once again. Being forced into working overtime is the worst. Especially when I just want to see my wife again. Y/N was on my mind ever since this morning, and she has been making my day extremely difficult.

A picture of her body is engraved into my brain, not leaving even for a moment. What I would do right now, just to take a warm bath with her and caress every tiny inch of her soft skin.

Sighing, I lean back on my office chair which squeaks in reply. My hands wander to my trouser’s zipper, undoing it and pushing my boxers down. My semi hard cock comes into my sight, its warmth touching my palm when I brush my hand over it. It‘s pulsating in arousal. Poor thing, had to wait the entire day. It was tough not to run to the bathroom and jerk off. But there were more important things left to do.

I begin to caress my tip before taking my whole length into my hand. A deep sigh escapes my slightly parted lips. Leaning further back on the chair, I close my eyes and stroke my cock with slow and gentle movements. With each stroke I feel how I‘m getting harder and harder. The need to feel Y/N all around me is large. Just imagining her sitting on my cock right here drives me into pleasure.

Softly moaning, I grab my phone and call her, pressing it against my ear while breathing heavily against it. My muscles tense up, and I can feel how fast my heart beats in my chest. It almost feels like it‘s going to explode in the next moment.

As the searing heat in my core begins to unfold, drops of sweat form on my body. I gulp, and then I hear her picking up the call.

"Darling, how‘s work?" she greets me with her warm voice which causes my heart to skip a beat or two.

I can‘t even build proper sentences and proceed to heavily breath into my phone, letting out soft grunts of satisfaction. Pre cum is apparent on my tip, and I smear it all over my length. My strokes become faster, but are still slow enough to make me want even more.

"Baby, I want you." I stammer with a deep tone in my voice which vibrates in my throat. Gulping, I can feel how dry my mouth has gotten because I have been heavily breathing through it the entire time.

"Honey, are you alright?" she asks me worriedly, and a small grin tugs on the corner of my lips, "What are you doing at work?"

"I‘m thinking about you." I tell her bluntly, "You are not leaving my mind, Y/N."

My grip around my cock tightens, and I can feel myself coming closer to the edge. I need just a little more so that I can finally come.

"Are you—"

"Y/N," I cut her off with a heavy and sharp breath, sitting up on my office chair as I continuously fuck my hand, "fuck me." Panting, I jerk my hips against my hand. My body begins to tremble in lust, and a drop of sweat falls down from my forehead, landing on my hand that‘s wrapped around my cock.

"Soon." Y/N replies with a playful tone in her honeyed voice.

Damn. That‘s my girl.

"Say that again." I groan huskily into my phone, almost with a pleading sound in my raspy voice, "In that same tone. Say that again.“

"Soon. I‘m going to fuck you soon, Kento."

I bite my lower lip as she says that, and I reach my climax that fills me up with utter satisfaction. My hot seed squirts out of my cock, accidentally landing on my office chair.

Letting myself fall back against the backrest of my chair, I catch my breath in exhaustion. The aftershocks of my orgasm hit me as I slowly continue to caress my cock, letting it calm down after that delightful climax.

This was definitely a good way to calm down during such a long day of work. I sigh deeply, letting a satisfied smile play on my lips.

"Was it good?" Y/N asks me with a cheeky giggle, and I breathe out an amused laugh.

"Yeah," I reply, my voice being barely above a whisper, "but not as good as fucking your beautiful pussy."

Part 1: here

Part 3: here

#toji fushiguro #jjk toji #anime #jjk #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #manga #toji x reader #toji smut #toji zenin #jujutsu toji #toji x you #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji x y/n #toji fushigro x reader #jjk fushiguro #yn x nanami #jjk nanami #nanami #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami smut #jujutsu nanami #nanami x you #jujutsu kaisen nanami #kentonanami x you #jjk kento #kento x reader #kento smut

[sturnlova]

Busy ( M.S )

(Matt Sturniolo x Female reader)

( Warning : Smut, F receiving, new to writing, not proof read all the way, pet names, fluff, angst, i don’t know what else 😭 )

Matt : Blue

Y/N : Pink

Chris : Orange

Nick : Purple

( Word count : 900)

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Y/N POV:

It had been a whole week, 7 days, 168 hours since Matt has been busy with work and ignoring me. Every time i confronted him Matt would always tell me that everything was well and that he was just tired and wanted to go to sleep. I became so enraged with him that I even questioned Chris and Nick, his own fucking brothers, why he was acting so "busy." All they said was that work has been difficult, Matt will get the entire day off on Friday, which is tomorrow. I had no idea that information even existed.

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After taking off their shoes and entering the kitchen to meet me, Matt, Nick, and Chris came via the front door. I ignored Matt and waved to Chris and Nick, striking up a conversation with them. I truly couldn't talk to Matt, even though I hated ignoring him.

"Y/N, why are you ignoring me? What's wrong?" exclaimed Matt. I could feel the rage building inside of me; I was on the verge of losing it. “Why do I ignore you? WHY DO YOU DISRESPECT ME? Matt, I haven't spent more than ten minutes with you in the entire week.” Matt attempted to engage, but I interrupted him. “You don't even understand that I've asked your brothers why. I'm sorry, but you don't even realize how much I'm desperate for you. Why do you no longer give a damn? I didn't start dating this person at all. What happened Matt.” i spoke with tears now falling from my eyes. Chris spoke up, "Me and Nick are going to go for a walk, we will be back later.” “ Yeah” as they continued to move toward the front for.

“ Baby “ he knew i loved when he called me baby. “ I never want to see you cry over me. You are aware of my work schedule, but I should do a better job of juggling it with my personal life. Im sorry for being so busy; I really am. I simply got really wrapped up in my own thoughts, and I know it's not an excuse, so I had no idea that it upset you this much. I apologize. Let me make it up to you.”

-

He grabbed me the waist and patted me by the thighs to jump and wrap my legs around his waist. As i did what i was told he walked us to his room closing the door and ensuring he locked it. He laid me on my bed on top of his silk covers, as i laid on my back he slowly took off my deinem shorts and black Lacey thong, he took of my ( his ) hoodie leaving me fully naked.

He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed as he kneeled on floor face to face with my glistening wet pussy waiting to get touched. He kissed my clit, then slowly started licking a strip up and down my pussy. “ Gonna make you feel so good princess, just lay there and look pretty.” the dirty talk could’ve just made cum there on the spot.

Soon as Matt’s tongue touched you an unsteady breath flew from your lips, your eyes squeezed closed due to the amount of pleasure you felt. He licked from your leaking hole to your clit once again,tongue flat to taste as much of you as possible. he repeated his actions multiple times, Matt moaned at the taste of you, he was pussy drunk at this point. “ You enjoying it so far?” i breathed heavy and moaned “ yes i am baby, feels so good” i’m so close to finishing at this point, he always worked magic with his tongue.

My hips were bucking of the bed bringing my lips closer to his. He started using his tongue and fingers adding the insane amount of pleasure i was already feeling. I tugged on my bed sheets and when i did that he took his fingers out of me and used his hands to guide my hands to his hair. I quickly grabbed his hair and gently tugged.

He started going insanely fast which made me lose it, he instructed me to grab my boobs and play with them, who was i to deny it. “ fuck Matt i’m so close, can i cum, please” he nodded his head against me. The knot in my stomach snapped and i finished all of his fingers and face.

Matt slowly pulled his fingers out of me and sucked them clean. “ are you ok? you did so good sweetheart” i nodded my head in response to tired to move or speak. Matt walked to get a hand towel to clean his face and me. Not too long after we had a shower and changed clothes to walk downstairs to end the night with a movie.

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As we sat on the couch Chris and Matt walked in asking if we were ok i responded back with “ more than ok “ Matt giggled at me words and brought his attention back to the movie.

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo smut

[calisources]

𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences on this memes are taken from different sources of literature, television and media about enemies to lovers trope and enemies and lovers trope with some angst thrown into the mix. Change pronouns, names and locations as you see fit.

Does it hurt? Loving someone who can’t love you back?

Break his crown, break his throne, rip his monarchy apart.

What are we doing?

You are capable of making my blood boil like no one else, and yet I feel a magnetic pull I cannot explain.

It’s not natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall, and yet there you stand

Like whether you should kiss me or punch me.

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It’s disgusting, and I can’t stop.

You make me feel things that shouldn’t exist. 

Whatever this is, we should stop. I have been. . .compromised.

There’s a fine line between love and hate, and maybe we crossed it a long time ago.

I never thought I could detest someone so much, until the day I realized I was falling in love with you.

We may fight like enemies, but deep down, we both know that our hearts beat for each other.

You infuriate me, challenge me, drive me crazy, but damn it, at the end of the day, I can’t resist you.

It’s that tension that makes this so irresistible.

You’re like an addiction I can’t break free from, even if I wanted to.

You’re the thorn in my side, the fire in my veins, and I can’t help but crave your presence in my life.

Loving you feels like a dangerous game.

You infuriate me, yet you’re the only one who truly understands me.

You scare me to my core.

There’s no denying the fire that burns between us.

If any two men desire the same thing, which nevertheless they cannot both enjoy, they become enemies.

I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other.

Tell me you don’t feel this between us. Look at me and don’t look away while saying it.

You claim me your enemy and yet, let me crawl into your bed every night.

You are the bane of my existence, and the object of all my desires.

Do you even know all the ways a lady can be seduced? The things I could teach you.

I did not asked for this. To be plagued by these feelings.

I tried to deny it for so long, but I don’t want to anymore.

Follow me around. Look at me as if you find me fascinating. Touch me, and say nice things to me. And then, you pull away as if you did nothing at all.

There’s no need for these games.

Well, you know that old saying, “Keep your friends close and make out with your enemies.

You read me wrong.  I wasn't trying to lead you on.

Is that all I am to you? A resource to be used in your scheme?

Stolas, don't act like what we have is anything more than you wanting me to fuck you, okay? You make that really clear all the time. But I just- I can't do it tonight, okay?

 You'll lay a man out for implying I'm a whore, but you keep calling me one to my face.

So, the only man that can have you is one who's already tried to kill you. That's logic.

It's like a little death. Several, in fact.

Oh Max, if you really hated Kyle you couldn't have slept with him.

So go on... kiss me... kill me... Do something.

I've often wondered what this moment would be like. Me... you tied up. 

Once this is over, we should really have angry sex.

Hate and love are not so very different things. Both are focused upon another. Both are intense. Both are passionate.

It just means you'd rather be with someone you hate... than be with me.

She's difficult and irritating, and she tries to hit me all the time.

We have a deal, what are you so afraid of?

Only I can hurt you this way. Only I can kiss you like this. 

You dragged me down and now I can’t quit you. 

This is the last time we do this.

Last night was also the last time. And yet, you keep coming back.

Better my mouth than my knife, right?

#roleplay memes #sentence meme #( cali meme. ) #rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay prompt #enemies to lovers

[saltpepperbeard]

Poison into Positivity: A List of What I Liked in OFMD S2

Hello hello everyone! Things have been a little rough around here. Even away from the more heated takes, I've still seen a few "down in the dumps" murmurs. To which, I'm giving y'all big hugs, but also offering up some little bits of warmth! I wanted to share quite a few bullets of the things I enjoyed about this season. Maybe it'll serve as a reminder, or maybe it'll just serve as a chaotic, silly little read as per usual PFFF.

But I invite you to read along, and even add some of your own points should you feel inclined! Also, this might not even be my full list; these are just the ones that came to me quickly/off the top of my head. Still, let's dive on down like a fantastical, dazzling goldfish, shall we?

All the callbacks/parallels. My goodness. When I tell you I'm a SLUT for metaphors/parallels/callbacks/etc etc. Seeing so many things and being able to just *Leonardo Dicaprio pointing meme.* I know people might not share that same opinion because some might view it to be excessive, but I personally LOVED being able to point at my screen and be like "oH EYYYYYYY!!!" Maybe because it makes for such immaculate gifset/meta material <3 SJKJDLHSK

The costuming and makeup. WHEN THEY TALKED AT ECCC ABOUT EVERYONE GETTING HOTTER, THEY WERE NOT KIDDING LMAO. EVERYONE LOOKED SO, SO GOOD. and listen, i am on my knees begging for them to give ed with his hair up back to us. i need Her back,,,ALSO, SOMETHING SOMETHING COMPLICATED EMOTIONS TOWARDS STEDE'S LATTER HALF LOOK, BUT ALSO...GOD DAMN, MR. DARBY,,,,,,

Speaking of Mr. Darby, the acting in this season. The ACTTTINNNGG. Everyone acted their ASSES off. Everyone put their entire piratussies into this season. Though, I'm PARTICULARLY impressed with Taika and Rhys, because again with their "oh we're comedians lol so idk drama can be Difficult Difficult Lemon Difficult." MMMM I THINK THE FUCK NOT, MY GUYS LMAO??? They both did SO well with all the drama and painful moments. The acting in episodes 2, 3, 6, and 7 in particular like...God. GOD!!!

I loved so many characters in this season, and I'll of course have to give two individual shoutouts to my two favorite new ladies, but man. LET'S GO FRENCHIE!!! ALWAYS A DELIGHT!!! FANG/KEVIN MY ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART. JIM SERVING ABSOLUTE FUCKING GENDER THIS SEASON. OLU OLU DARLING OLU. PETE NEVER MISSING WITH HIS ONELINERS. LUCIUS BEING SO THEATRICAL AHDJKSDK LIKE NATHAN PLEASE YOU KILL ME. ROACH MAKING ME LAUGH OUT LOUD NUMEROUS TIMES AS HE DOES. WEE JOHN AND HIS KNITTING AND DRAG!!! AND THEN OF COURSE MY DEARLY BELOVEDS, ED AND STEDE. I JUST LOVE THEMMMMM!!! But okay okay okay-

Zheng my beloved. I just love this badass pirate queen with her sweet little pigtails and her IMMACULATE LINE DELIVERIES SDHJKSKL. A lot of my favorite deliveries from the entire season came from her quite honestly. Please see: "Girl, how ARE you?" and "Hiiiiiii. I KNOWWW it's been a day" and "I've killed mediocre men. I've killed exceptional men. But you're the worst kind: a mediocre man who thinks he's exceptional."

AND ARCHIE MY BELOVED. She kills me because I remember seeing like, those ~*~audition tape whispers~*~ WAY back in the day, and subsequently thinking she was going to be quite a different character. Only for this silly goofy bubbly energetic darling to pop up and snag my heart. HER deliveries kill me also, like when she goes "Like...STEDE Stede?" and the whole "I was IN the fuckin' snake!" also hhngngngngnershkfhslkds tattooed ladies Hot :(

Speaking of which, the comedy. THE DELIVERIES. THE WAY I LAUGHED OUT LOUD NUMEROUS TIMES THROUGHOUT, EVEN WITH THE DEEP UNDERCURRENT OF DRAMA/ANGST. The whole bit where Stede is in hysterics over his cursed coat is just hsjkdhsklds; it will NEVER not make me wheeze. And then, like I said, almost EVERYTHING Pete says this season kills me; another thing that will never not make me laugh is "a doggie...?" weird little pirate show with weird little humor my beloved

The ROMANCE??? I genuinely was going into the season with the expectation of getting maybe like, one or two Gentlebeard kisses. Imagine my shock and utter delight when we ended up with FOUR, AS WELL AS AN INTIMATE SCENE, THE LETTER SCENES, AND THE LOVE PROFESSIONS. Like, one of them dropping a legitimate "I love you" felt like an unrealistic expectation--the HIGHEST dream tier really. And then wouldn't you know it. And that doesn't even account for all the rest of the couples either! The murder wives having their chaotic little moments of fucked up affection??? LUCIUS AND PETE GETTING ENGAGED AND THEN MARRIED??? HELLO??????

The sets! I know people have pointed out that the world felt a bit simplified this time around, due to budget restraints and what have you. But I still loved what they did with the world even with the various constraints. The market in episode 6 is a PARTICULAR favorite of mine; it's just so lush and colorful. I also love what they did with The Revenge during episode 6 too!

Also, this might be an unpopular opinion, but I really actually liked that they filmed on location. First of all, love that the Kiwis got to be right at home in Aotearoa. Love that they have an even more special connection to the show now. But second of all, I just like when scenery is...actually THERE? It feels way more TANGIBLE. Don't get me wrong; that hugeass wraparound screen that they use to film a lot of sets is a technological marvel. But I'm a sucker for practical.

The deeper and more complex dives into character motivations/trauma. Like, homie lol...When I tell you episodes 6 and 7 utterly set my brain alight in the best way possible. I was CHUGGING through thoughts. You know those gifs where someone is walking around and ranting/passionately talking,,, yeah. Yeah. Maybe because a lot of it "struck a chord" with me indeed, but I love love LOVE getting brain food like that.

Speaking of brain food, in PARTICULAR, the deeper dives into Ed's self-loathing and into Stede's troubles with confidence and masculinity. A lot of Stede's choices were fueled by those two things, and it was SO friggin fun to catch all of them, put them in a jar, and shake them around. I've seen a lot of people fearing his actions in the latter half were out of character, but to me, I don't see it that way. I just see a man who has been so spurned, so left behind, and SO deprived, a man who is stuck thinking he has to be someone else to mean something. And I think that plays a lot into even the EARLIEST developments we saw in season 1, so it was just so intriguing to watch everything messily play out.

THE INNKEEPER. THE INNKEEPER MY BELOVED. SO much about that episode absolutely has my heart. All the different developments, the stakes, the pacing, and the payoff at the end. Not to mention that I had a FEELING that mysterious figure in the trailers was Hornigold, so it was so SO validating to see him pop up PFFF. And also, all those dream/gravy basket sequences were so so good too. I don't know if it's the chemistry between Taika and Mark, or the deeper symbolism, or the lines that have become vocal stims for me SJKDLS (please see: ooOOoooO eddie eddie eddie...you're laying some heavy shit on me, bro), but man. MAN.

And this one gets its own bullet because of course it does: the fucking mermaid scene. Like, are we kidding. ARE WE KIDDING. THE ROMANCE OF IT ALL? THE FANTASTICAL-NESS INDEED?? THE WAY IT WAS ALL FUCKING PRACTICAL AND RHYS SWAM DOWN TO TAIKA AS A BEAUTIFUL LITTLE GOLDFISH AND THEY HAD TO THROW HEART EYES AT EACH OTHER UNDERWATER??? WHAT THE FUCK!!! And don't even get me started on Kate Bush lol. This Woman's Work might easily be one of my favorite songs, if not my FAVORITE song from the season. And man. Man. The whole meaning behind Ed seeing Stede as this beautiful, sparkly being, and not some hypermasculine/extraordinary thing. He fell in love with Stede for who Stede really is. And so I ADORE that acknowledgement.

Speaking of songs, the MUSIC!!! Absolute bangers all throughout. And I loved how there seemed to be even more intermixed within the episodes. Like God... "These are the kids..." 🗣️ HELLO MY LOVE I HEARD A KISS FROM YOU 🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗🦟 . And all the beautiful classic piano pieces and NINA SIMONE AND JUST HSJKDHSFJKLHSKD????

Okay, I've always had and STILL have complicated thoughts and opinions on Izzy, but man, seeing him interact with the Revenge Crew was really something. Seeing Stede's influence come over the lot of them like a warm blanket, extending its welcoming and familial hands...It was just lovely. I love seeing our little sea family care for each other so much. They've probably all hurt so so much in different ways, so to see them all being a collective heart is just so nice.

Speaking of which, the queerness of it all, the queer celebration of it all. The way the whole crew is just...a representation of queer people finding each other, and subsequently finding love and family in each other. Like, when the whole world wants to cast you out, you pull each other in. When no one else wants you, you take refuge in each other. And just...the joy, beauty, and wonder that can be found in that.

And speaking of which x2, the overall care that was put into the entire thing, the effort that was put into the entire thing. I know Max fucked us over with the budget, which subsequently fucked things like the intricacy, the amount of characters, and especially the pacing. But, I don't know; I personally could still tell everyone involved was trying so so hard to deliver for us. Based on the little details, the little callbacks, and the little moments that felt so catered to us, it just seemed so...gifted to us. Not to mention of course, the way they so deliberately chose to end on a hopeful note in case we never get a third season. They care about us. They've always cherished our excitement and passion, so it just...idk; it feels so special to have a bit more of an intimate connection like that. I've never been involved with a piece of media that so avidly SEES its audience, and celebrates along with us. So, despite everything, despite any sort of troubles, despite any sort of lows, that's a big part of what has me clutching all of this so closely to my chest. And I really hope they can still see that love, because I want nothing more than for them to see this beautiful story through.

Also, getting to enjoy this with everyone. Getting to ride the wave from the beginning of filming, all the way through the finale. Getting to see all the excitement, all the theories, all the art, all the fanfiction, all the gif sets, all the meta, and everything in between. It has carried me through some nastiness in my personal life, and has subsequently served as a very welcomed distraction. It's been such a pleasure getting to delight in this new content with you all, and I hope we get to do so into the future. <3

#OFMD #OFMD Season 2 #not tagging spoilers on this one so Ye Be Warned #i'm starting to Ween Off TM #OFMD S2 #Revenge Rambles #Gentlebeard #Blackbonnet #Edward Teach #Stede Bonnet #Taika Waititi #Rhys Darby #Roach #Frenchie #Wee John #Archie #Oluwande Boodhari #Jim Jimenez #Lucius Spriggs #Black Pete #Zheng Yi Sao #Fang #Murder Wives #Benjamin Hornigold #WHEW #MUCH TEXT HSDKLSDSL #SUCH TALKING #to the point where tumblr was starting to get angry at me/was starting to snap about the text block limit #BUT WE PREVAILED LMAO

[eilwen]

And they say romance is dead.

Joking aside, Vol. 8 further solidifies my appreciation for Meryl.

Hopefully I can put my long-winded thoughts into concise words when it comes to writing women/female characters and why I loved Meryl in the manga even when she's absent for a chunk it from Vol. 7 onward.

Good 'women/female writing', to me, is not just having more lines, more screen presence or more visibility because you can easily write a character that ticks all of those boxes and still be a shell, still be poorly written, still be misused and still fall into numerous stereotypes. Though we are seeing more female characters onscreen/on paper these days, there are still traps of 'women written by men usually for men or what they think a woman wants' with some variations (and of course some women can also find difficulty in writing women). Then there are times when women characters who are so incredible or powerful, they come off as unbelievable, as if writing a woman character is sometimes treated similarly to handling glass. Some writers are afraid to write women well, believing that it’s 'safer' to have the character be amazing and flawless than forgotten or absent (which can be problematic in a different way).

I love manga-Meryl because I know Meryl's arc, faults, growth, struggles etc.... Nightow really puts her through the ringer. We don't see her much in the later volumes once things get heavy since she's not the series' protagonist, but we learn that she has a full journey post-Colnago. Eventually she, as a person who is not super-powered in the way other characters are, assists Vash in the best way she can.

Vash is a plant, the Humanoid Typhoon, all these other labels, but he calls himself a simple gunman. So, when Meryl is the one to make sure that he has a gun despite everything she had experienced... ah, I had a lot of feelings.

Vol. 8, Ch. 3. ... God damn.

One of the best things Nightow did in Trimax was to write Meryl with doubt and fear and break her away from Vash in Vol. 6, because having a woman follow and care for a man blindly is frankly boring and adds little depth to a friendship or a relationship.

(This praise also extends to how Nightow writes Luida - but those are thoughts for some other time.)

I am also considering Meryl as one representation for humanity in Trigun Maximum's narrative. She is the ordinary person who has been unwillingly forced to witness devastation, destruction, loss etc. and is expected to continue after that. That is a difficult thing to overcome... and then to grapple with the idea of assisting that same force... I imagine that this is a very difficult responsibility. There are war films (good and bad films, from a range of nations) that touch on this theme of responsibility.

I'd like to think that real courage is understanding and overcoming a fear instead of having none.

And then in Vol. 8, Meryl does a small act. She asks someone else to help - something that Marlon later tells Vash to do (let his friends help him, I mean). Without grandeur. Kind of anti-epic. However, this small act is extraordinarily powerful because without that gun, Vash is unable to proceed.

We sometimes view power in such a black and white way when power can be asking someone else for help, trusting someone else, and not have it be about you.

Vol. 8, Ch. 5. A Marlon panel is always a good panel.

I love how Nightow illustrates this. In these panels, Vash is hearing Marlon talk about a 'guest'. Marlon never mentions Meryl's name. We know it's Meryl because we know what the back of Meryl's head looks like (and her legs, haha) but Vash is not seeing what we are seeing.

And yet, Vash knows.

#trigun maximum #trimax vol 8 #trigunbookclub #meryl stryfe #idle thoughts #typed this too quickly so might edit later

[pinksugarscrub]

The Pirate Princess

Pirate! Hobie x Princess! reader

Scenario: To @the-kr8tor and the anon who inspired me. I present; the sea, swords, and an overly complicated love triangle!

Prologue, ???

You fidget with the handle of the blue teacup in your hand. Gold embellished in the rim. It’s cold, unnaturally so, but it’s finally stopped raining. The sky is clear except for a few puffs that look like balls of cotton the royal gardener grows. It’s peaceful inside the walls you call home. 

“If you hold the thing any tighter Princess, I’m afraid it will break.”

Instinctively you loosen your grip at the sound of his voice. So familiar you might as well hear in your head at all moments in the day. Your palm stings from how long you held it to the porcelain but you hide it well to avoid being scolded. 

You smile as you bring the steaming cup of tea to your lips. Your second, or third since this morning. “Harry, you’re late.”

He chuckles, brown curls shielding the roll of his eyes but you know him well enough to know he’s done it. When he sits you kick at his leg with your heel. Not hard but enough to annoy him but you can hardly do anything to get on his bad side. Everyone finds the need to tell you that aside from Miguel, Harry has a severe soft spot for you. 

He yelps, nearly falling off of the garden chair across from you. Dramatic of course, what kind of General would he be if a measly kick brought him to his knees. “That damn hurt (y/n)! I was only a few days off.”

You laugh as you lean back in your chair. Harry already moving to place your legs over his lap. It’s become routine everytime you see each other. Which is rare nowadays. 

“Well, you never leave a lady waiting.” Placing your tea back on the table to pour one for your friend (the maids would disagree). The action is a bit difficult given your position and the exceptionally puffy dress you’re wearing but you make do. “Especially your future queen.”

Harry doesn’t protest. Watching you with a look that he wouldn’t be caught dead giving anyone else. His fingers softly caressing the skin of your ankle. 

“Yes, well…” Taking the cup graciously once you extend it to him. “If her majesty was more inclined to acting properly she should be more understanding.” 

He recognizes the flavor as soon as it hits his tongue. Rose, your favorite. You’re worried.

He doesn’t push. Opting for you to voice your concerns if you deem it necessary. “Pete was showing me some more of his contraptions.” 

You gasp, nearly dropping the sugar in your spoon. “Peter is here?” 

You’re ready to slide out of your chair and run into his study. He left weeks ago with his apprentice. Something about metal? Vibranium? You can’t remember.

Harry catches your legs before they can hit the ground. Laughing as he holds you still. “Yes yes but let me have a moment with you before we have to listen to his regular tangents.” You whine which is unbecoming of a princess but the action makes Harry's smile grow wider. “Oh come on, I know you prefer Peter over me-”

You look absolutely appalled as you try to swat at him. Harry catches your hands with ease and kisses your knuckles to turn your expression into a happier one. Your laughter fills the garden and for a moment, just a moment, you forget about the war. Forget about tonight and…forget about how you’re going to break Harry’s heart.

At least you got to see him one last time.

-

An hour earlier . . .

-

Your head is pounding, everything is so loud. Words leaving lips left and right. Squeaky and demanding.

Curling your fingers into the tulle of your skirt you stare blankly at the map at the center of the table. Black splotches of ink on shorelines and townfronts you’ve only seen in paintings. Crossed out with a single flick of a wrist.

You gasp softly as a hand lands on your shoulder. Firm yet kind, you recognize it instantly. “Miguel,” you exhale. The bouncing of your knee ceasing. 

The man doesn’t answer. Just purses his lips. Your stomach drops as he clears his throat, loudly and unabashedly. All eyes shift and conversation comes to an abrupt halt. “This meeting is adjourned. It’s a quarter passed twelve. Return to your homes.”

The men go to protest. Of course they would. It's war. But a hand raises, an emerald ring on the pointer finger.

His voice is gruff, mostly from the smoking he used to indulge in with your father. The memory causes some tension to leave your shoulders. “Gentlemen, we have taken most of the day. I don't see what's wrong with ending early. We may even come to a better resolution by morning with the proper rest.”

These men are ancient so they take ages, centuries even, to shuffle out of the small room. Grumbling like children it’s almost comical.

You sigh. In relief or exhaustion, you don’t know. Your body aches from sitting so long on your father’s old desk chair. You don’t have to look back to know you’ve left an impression on the seat. But then again, with how thick your petticoat is you might be nonexistent to the velvet.

Miguel extends his hand out to you and you take it. Offering him a quick nod before walking over to the entrance of the study. The senior Osborn’s eyes piercing your own as he waits for you. His irises as bright as the ring on his finger. 

“Lord Osborn,”you chuckle,“thank you. I must owe you a million debts of gratitude by now.”

He laughs and you smile wider. Its melodic in a way. “Please (y/n), I’ve known you since infancy. Norman is fine. Unless you want to move ahead and start calling me father.”

You laugh nervously. Cheeks heating up as you fumble with your gloves. Struggling to make a coherent response you miss the look your Captain gives the noble. 

“Don’t worry dear, just teasing.” The wrinkles in his face growing more defined. “Speaking of which, Harry arrived earlier this morning. His platoon was thankfully, successful in removing those ghastly pirates threatening a nearby port town.”

“Oh,” you stutter. Feeling the heat in your cheeks subside. “Oh how wonderful! Please be sure to send him my way.”

“Of course. Enjoy the rest of the afternoon. We’ll reconvene tomorrow yes?”

A knot fills your stomach as you nod. A strained smile on your lips. You want to say ‘Unfortunately Norman, I won’t be here tomorrow because I’m stowing away on a ship!’ Alright maybe not stowing away. You paid a fee. “Yes, tommorow. Thank you again.”

Eventually the man fades in the long corrodior of portraits and paintings. The tension in your body leaving along with him. You tilt your head and without a hitch your tiara falls into your awaiting hands. The jewels glaring back at you. You can finally breathe.

Miguel calls your name out with a sigh. His grip firm on your shoulder again and that brings you back to the present. “You don’t have to do this.”

His eyes staring deeply into your own. Despite his words Miguel knows there’s no turning back for you. You’ve made your choice.

You pull your shoulders back, determined as you set the tiara back on your head. The gold weighting almost as heavily as your heart. “It's been almost two years since father passed away and my coronation is only months away. How can I see myself as a queen when I can’t even help my own people now?”

“I can do this.” You repeat the phrase to yourself in your mind before continuing. “I’ll leave and come back in less than a month.” Your heels clicking as you begin walking down to the garden. You can see the terrace has already been set up for you. The banners of your family crest fluttering in the backround.

“Just having you believe in me to allow me to do this is more than I could have asked for.”

Miguel chuckles, uncharacteristic to anyone except to you. “I sincerely doubt you would have taken no for an answer.” 

“How encouraging,”you huff. Smiling as you playfully hit his side. “I couldn’t have asked for a better mentor.”

He smirks before going back to his usual stoic demeanor. It’s almost cold the way he stares down at you but you know him enough to see he’s hiding his pain.

A stone heart was necesary in the eyes of the advisors. A Captain of the royal guard could show no weakness.

“Your kingdom has no other option aside from annihilation if you leave it in the hands of these arrogant fools for too long. Find Gwendolyn, and quickly.”

You feel a cool piece of metal through the silk of your glove and it takes you a second to realize Miguel is the one who’s placed it there. The atmosphere thick as you twirl the ring inbetween your fingers.

Your father’s ring.

Newly polished it might as well shine like a pearl. The words engraved in the metal more legible.

It’s a parting gift you realize. As optimistic as you’ve been about your journey. You know there’s a chance you won’t be coming back. Miguel must see that too.

“The boat leaves at sunrise. You have everything you need to succeed. It’s up to you to live up to the potential I know you have.” He surprises you by kneeling. The suit of his armor clinking together as the sun shines through the stained glass windows. The color makes him look almost ethereal. You feel like it's his presence you should be basking. You who should be kneeling.

"I have served no one nobler. Good luck, (y/n). Daughter of Dmitri.”

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #spiderman atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderpunk #spider punk x reader #hobie brown x you #atsv hobie #hobie x reader

[projectbluearcadia]

[P1] Your Blood, Your Heart

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] [ Part 3 ] [ Part 4 ]

So I played the vampire event on Lonely Devil. And y'know I thought, "Hmm… Vampy Luci. SPICY."

[ Story Premise - In which all of the brothers are pureblood vampires, and although Lucifer has been protecting you, he loses himself to carnal desire, demonus and the thirst for blood. ]

Note: The other three parts are marked NSFW.

Wordcount - 1047

It's been difficult for you, living among the seven Pureblood brothers, but it could be worse. Among other things, it doesn't seem like Lucifer is interested in your blood, and he's been protecting you on the condition that you do what he tells you. You were initially reluctant, but as it turns out, most of the time he just wants you to do little chores. Alright, fine. Do your share, and you're safe. Pretty fair trade. 

Maybe that's what made you think Lucifer wasn't interested in your blood, that he was too "proper" for it. He certainly acted like he didn't want it, instead preferring the iron-enriched wine supplied to the family by Diavolo. 

How utterly naive of you.

---

"MC, what are you doing awake at this hour?" is Lucifer's first question as he sees you cross through the living room, the moonlight cutting beautifully through the window to illuminate the vampire's unreal features. There's a wine glass in his hand, a half-empty bottle of Lucifer's favorite Miel de Sang casting a deep red glow onto the coffee table. 

"Couldn't sleep," you answer sheepishly. "Sorry. I went to the kitchen to heat up some spiced milk." You gesture to the warm cup in your hand, and Lucifer sighs. 

"Well… you may as well come join me. I could use some company right now." The request sends you stumbling. Lucifer? Company?

"Are… are you okay?" you ask as you come to sit next to him. Lucifer looks straight in front of him before he rubs the bridge of his nose. 

"No, I'm not. As if my brothers weren't enough of a handful, those damn werewolves in Purgatory Hall won't stop howling every morning. And then there is also the matter that my favorite drama was canceled yesterday on account of the director's illicit affair with a vampire hunter…" Lucifer lets out a long groan.

"It's just one day," you try, giving him a tentative pat on the back. "Out of thousands. I guess it's more like trillions for you, but…" 

"I appreciate it, MC. And… thank you for always doing what I ask. It helps a lot." Well you weren't expecting that.

"Oh, uh… thank you?" Lucifer chuckles.

"Isn't the response normally 'you're welcome'?" You drink your milk awkwardly. 

"You're being nicer than usual, so I'm off my game." 

"Well, while I'm being nicer, your perfume is lovely today. It's not as overpowering." 

"I thought you said it should be overpowering," you reply unsurely as Lucifer pours himself another glass, and the muted stench of iron comes to greet your nose. Alas, it’s a smell you’ve grudgingly gotten used to.

"To deter my brothers, yes. But you're alone with me right now, so there is no need." 

"And you like the smell of my perfume?" 

"I gave it to you; do you really think I'd give you a perfume I didn't like myself?" 

"Fair point." You finish your milk a little quicker than you'd like, but you'd rather not indulge in the awkwardness any longer than you have to. 

"Hey." You shiver as you stand with your back turned to Lucifer. You're not allowed to leave yet; you disobeyed him. That's what this feels like. "Before you leave…" His voice growing gentler makes you turn, bemused, to see him fiddling with his glass, his eyes just barely averted from yours. "Can I… Have a hug?" 

What? 

"Is… that a command?" you ask hesitantly. 

"No. It was just… it was just a whim. That's all." You hesitate, only because you know that's a lie. This isn't one of his petty little "Bark for me" whims he's indulged in just to make fun of you. He really wants a hug. 

So, what can you do but lean in and give him a nice little hug? And, maybe you like it when he squeezes you back and returns you to the seat next to him. Surprisingly enough, the arms of the cold-hearted taskmaster are quite comfy.  

"Thank you," he mumbles against your shoulder, and you can't resist the urge to fluff his hair. For a moment, you worry that he'll rebuke you, but he doesn't seem to mind. "I think I'm touch starved," he chuckles. "I like… the feeling of your hands too much." 

"Well, you have had a lot to drink," you point out, taking that as a sign to stop touching him, but his head is still leaning against your shoulder. 

"Mm. I haven't had enough to drink tonight."

"Enough? Lucifer, I'm pretty sure you're wasted. You just asked me to hug you." 

"No… no…" Am I going to have to lug him to bed? you wonder with an impending sense of trepidation. "My throat is so dry that it feels as if it’s going to stick together and close when I speak." Lucifer lets out a slow exhale. 

"Is that wine really that dry?" It’s a joke, but you're getting the distinct feeling you should have already taken off running, but is that safe? Safer than just staying here and hoping for the best? 

"It's sweet, just like a ripe fruit, but… the taste isn't quite as resplendent as if I had bitten through the skin and eaten my fill." Yeah, you should run, but his lips are against your neck like a sharpened blade. His every word thrums through your veins, sending your fingers twitching and fidgeting. Fight? Flight? How about freeze?

"Lucifer?" you whisper. "I'm not a fruit, so please don't bite me." His lips part, and every last one of your muscles stiffen. He could kill you. 

"I can't take it anymore, MC," he whispers back, tracing his lips up your neck to graze a spot just behind your ear. "I want to taste your blood, indulging in you just a little bit each night… I want to take my time giving you so much pleasure that the only thing you can do is beg for more of it…"

He lightly bites the shell of your ear, and you twitch as he puts his hands on top of yours, interlacing your fingers. His voice, low and husky, echoes through your being as he loses himself. "You belong to me. I want you to tell me, from your own lips, that you are mine. You can do that for me, can't you?"

#obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #shameless self indulgence #fanfiction #obey me! #obey me #obey me lucifer x reader #vampire lucifer #vampire fiction

[alearicci]

“you're losing me, charles” – CL16.

pairings: charles leclerc x girlfriend!reader(but name in fic Ann); charles leclerc x ex-girlfriend.

summary: the most difficult breaking is when you and her love each other, but the decision can no longer be changed.

warning: break up, hurt/comfort, sad, a little bit social media au.

song to read: you're losing me - taylor swift.

note: this is just my understanding of how a girl can act when parting. In your thoughts it may be different, but this is a story with my fantasy fiction and therefore, I ask you to treat it with understanding.

It was too painful to write, I feel very bad about parting with people I once loved.

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Charles Leclerc was sitting on the bed, looking at a photograph of him and his girlfriend Ann standing on the bedside table. The weight of the impending decision weighed heavily on his heart. But he understood that there was no other way out. That if he didn't tell her right now, he wouldn't be able to later. Then this belated conversation can aggravate the situation and make it much worse for both her and him. Charles took the photo in his hands and took the picture out of the frame. He smiled sadly as soon as his eyes met the girl in the photo. Ann. She was always there for him and gave him sincere love. She provided him with such necessary support, gave him the opportunity to feel needed.

Charles involuntarily thought about the day when this photo was taken. It seems that it was the first time she came to a family dinner in his family. Ann immediately liked his mother and brothers, which made the racer very happy. And how can someone not like such a girl?

Charles really loved her. He loved her with all his heart.

But now his heart is asking him to let her go.

The world-famous Formula 1 racer, determined to succeed in his career, knew that sacrifices were inevitable, but he never imagined that he would have to choose between career and love.

He was so eager to become a professional driver, did everything to make his dream come true. He could stay up all night thinking about how to improve the car, he trained until he lost consciousness, he squeezed everything out of himself to succeed. But how can you live without love in our cruel world?

He dreamed of returning home after a hard workout, spending time with his beloved and telling about the past day at the racetrack. He dreamed of seeing his girlfriend in the paddock, she would be wearing his trademark cap and would glow with happiness when he crossed the finish line in the top three. He dreamed of celebrating victory until morning and knowing that his sleeping beauty was waiting for him at home.

He got it and now he will lose it of his own free will. Funny, isn't it? When you love a person and when he loves you, you don't give up on him. But this time it's different.

Ann walked slowly into the room, noticing the thoughtful expression on Charles' face and their shared photo in her hands. A certain anxiety and misunderstanding of the whole situation filled her eyes as she walked towards him.

"Honey, what's wrong? I don't recognize you lately. Are you okay?"

Charles took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. It turned out pretty damn bad. He couldn't bring himself to say those terrible words.

"Ann, we need to talk. Please sit down."

Ann sat down next to him, her hand gently touching his arm.

"Of course, Charles. What is it?"

He gently stroked her fingers with his own, finding solace in her touch before breaking the news that would destroy her in just a couple of seconds. And, it is unlikely that he will ever be able to touch her like that again.

"I... I think we should break up."

Ann's eyes widened in disbelief, she let out a nervous laugh and muttered.

"Break up? Charles, are you kidding? I don't really feel like laughing."

Charles plucked up the courage to look into her eyes, his own eyes were full of uncharacteristic sadness, because at any other time his eyes were filled with a mischievous sparkle.

"No, Ann, I'm not kidding. Damn it."

Charles exhaled heavily and bit his lower lip.

"What... What did I do wrong, Charles Leclerc?"

"It's not about you. It's about me and my career. Formula 1 requires a huge level of dedication, and also requires me to always be focused and ready for any turns. I'm not able to properly combine common sense on the track and feelings for you. I just... not worthy of you, you know? I want to spend more time with you so that we can be a normal couple like everyone else, go on frequent dates, stay up all night, dance until morning, but I can't. I'm sorry, but my decision is well thought out and I won't change it."

Ann's voice was shaking with pain. She couldn't believe it would end like this. That he had told her in plain text that she meant nothing to him. That he chooses himself, not them, or even her.

"So you prefer the race to me, right?"

Charles tightened his grip on her hand, his heart clenched in pain from the decision he had made.

"I don't want to lose you, Ann. But I can't ignore the pressure to perform, to constantly give my best on the track. I never wanted this, honey. I never meant to hurt you. But our careers, our aspirations pull us in different directions. The demanding nature of my profession and constant travel do not allow me to give you the time and attention you deserve."

Tears were still gathering in the corners of Ann's eyes as she hurriedly removed her hand from Charles' palm.

"You're losing me, Leclerc. As soon as I started this conversation. If you can't handle everything, then I don't think you really needed me. I thought we could support each other, Charles. I believed that we could handle this together. But it looks like it was all in vain."

Charles swallowed noisily and shouted nervously.

"Ann, our love is sincere and strong, but the reality of my profession is inexorable. Constant travel, intense training, demands on my time... it would be unfair to ask you to wait for me, to put your life on pause."

Charles paused, his voice choked with emotion, and Ann was silent, still trying to be strong.

There was emptiness inside.

With a heavy sigh, he gathered his thoughts and continued: "I don't want to keep you from your dreams, from the opportunities that lie ahead of you. You deserve someone who can be there for you, who can give you the love and support you need. And right now I can't be that person, no matter how much I want to be."

He automatically took Anne's slightly trembling hands in his again, squeezing them to comfort her. To comfort not only her, but also myself.

"Please understand that this decision is also tearing me apart. It's not because I don't love you, but because I love you enough to know it's the right thing to do. We both deserve real happiness and satisfaction, even if it means that our paths diverge."

Ann nodded, trying to smile as sincerely as possible. She knew she couldn't change Charles's mind, but she couldn't not defend her honor. Finally, she abruptly pushed Charles's hands off her own, causing him to round his eyes in surprise and said.

"If this is what you really think is best for your career, Charles, then I won't stand in your way. I hope that you will achieve the success you are striving for. Good luck.

Ann got out of bed and went to the closet to pack her things.

"Ann..."

Charles stood behind her and wanted to hold out his hand to calm her down.

"Silence, Leclerc. Silence. Let me pack my things and get out of your house. And out of your life. I will remain in it only in memories. As your friend said... Daniel, I think his name is. No regrets, only memories. Right. "

Ann's voice traitorously broke from nervous overstrain, which made both her and Charles start in fright.

When Charles reluctantly let Ann go, he couldn't help but wonder if the price he had paid was too high and if success on the racetrack would ever bring him the same joy and happiness that Ann had once brought.

Ann left an hour after their conversation. It took Charles a long time to get used to the idea that she would not come back.

Everything reminds him of her.

Everything reminds her of him.

As soon as Ann got to her apartment, she didn't cry or break the dishes. She went to her Instagram, deleted all joint photos with Charles from her profile and posted a post with a single phrase.

hahaitsann

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hahaitsann my heart won't start anymore for you

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arianagrande: babe are u ok?

⇾hahaitsann: happier than ever

carlossainz55: fck. ann you're alright?

⇾ hahaitsann: of course, ca, don't worry:)

danielricciardo: ann are you home? I will come now.

⇾ hahaitsann: ouuh. no need, dan, tysm.

kellypiquet: girl I'm here

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc i can't find a pulse.

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landonorris: you guys are scaring me, what happened?

⇾ charles_leclerc: nothing just an incident

carlossainz55: charles, can you go to direct and answer me?

fancharles1: WHA-A-AT

⇾ carlossainz55: same reaction mate

sofiestay: I hope you're all right, Charles.

lec16lerc: god what happened?

16charlec: did you and Ann break up?

⇾ janerttb: I think yes, they both don't have pictures in their profiles together. Did you see Ann's post?

⇾ 16charlec: no. but. wtf.

So that's what was supposed to happen. It hurts, yes. But you have to be a strong girl.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 #f1 2023 #f1 fandom #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #formula one #social media au #breakup #sad thoughts #nothing just an inchident #youre losing me #not really #oneshot #drabble #ig story

[m00nchildwrites]

There is so much discourse over the Netflix Live Action, and a lot of it I find annoying BUT one of the main ones for me is people going on about the natla writing by claiming that they are "telling" more than "showing". Yet, in the same post, they are missing the point of some of the interactions between the characters by focusing only on the told instead of the complexity hidden between the lines in many cases. These actors are actually amazing. I'm beyond impressed with all of them tbh. But let me explain what I'm talking about with one example. There are so damn many, but I'm just going to point out one right now.

I see a lot of people's takes on the Natla Bumi as a grown man taking his anger out on a child and being extremely ooc, which shows that these people are only focusing on the obvious and- to channel Kakashi from Naruto- not looking beneath the underneath. While natla Bumi is different than the OG show, I personally like this version of Bumi. He feels more "real" while still feeling like Bumi. He is angry. He is angry and hurt to discover that it was his close friend who had been the Avatar. The Avatar that disappeared. The Avatar that ran and hid and let the war happen. People have to realize that this interaction is how Bumi finds out not only that his childhood friend that he thought was murdered all those years ago was alive this whole time, but that it was he who had the power to stop all of the terrible things that had happened since from happening. Of course, he is mad. Mad and hurt. He likely feels abandoned by his friend as well.

He is all of those things, but I feel like people are missing what else is going on.

Bumi was also trying to force Aang, who was a child of only 12, to realize what it would mean to be the Avatar that the world needed at that moment in time after 100 years of war. He is doing it from a place of hurt and anger and tiredness, and absolutely handling it the wrong way. BUT this Natla Bumi is way more believable as a real person than the exaggeratedly goofy and cartoonish character was in the OG.

Bumi in the Netflix Live Action was trying to teach Aang: "This is what it means to be the Avatar. This is the kind of hard choices you will have to make- that the world needs you to make." He clearly realized that his friend was essentially frozen in time. A fact that is alluded to when he asks him how he remained unchanged all these years. Bumi already knows the truth and is teasing him to hint that he is aware. This is disguised as a taunt because they are not alone in the room, and because the White Lotus is all about subtle messages to get their point across. I mean, they use pai sho to send messages for crying out loud, but I digress.

The point is that he knows Aang is still the same kid he knew all those years ago. He knows Aang is not ready to be what the world needs right at that moment. He knows Aang is still too innocent and idealistic. He might be acting mean to Aang, but let's not forget Bumi is in the White Lotus, and know he is not being mean without reason. He knows what he is doing and hopes that by trying to force Aang to "wake up" and see the reality of the world and his role, maybe Aang will be better prepared for what must come. The scene with the roof collapsing and Bumi trying to make Aang choose who to save just exacerbates this lesson. That clearly reads as him trying to get Aang to push himself, perhaps to the use of the Avatar state, but if nothing else, to the point of hardening enough with resolve needed to face the difficult choices that Bumi (& everyone else) knows must be made. IE Aang must kill the Fire Lord to end this war. After all, energy bending is not known, remember? The death of the Fire Lord by the hands of the Avatar is the only way the war can end, and Bumi, King of Omashu and White Lotus member, knows this. Just as he knows sweet and innocent Aang of his childhood is not ready to be the battle harden Avatar the world needs, but he has to be. Thus, Bumi tries to push Aang into that readiness in a way he thinks is right.

And, let's not forget how OG Bumi put creeping crystal on 2 kids and let it slowly grow to the point of almost suffocating them. But no one questions that OG Bumi was always good and that he was trying to teach Aang a lesson in the original show, and never intended to let Katara and Sokka be suffocated to death. Right? Right.

Of course, in the end, in the Netflix Live Action, Aang is the one teaching Bumi the lesson. The lesson that the Avatar doesn't have to do this task alone. Bumi had seen so much in his years that he forgot what it meant to have a friend at your side to face things with, and that is what we watch Aang remind him of.

In sum, people watch the OG characters do some of the same things that they are mad about in the Netflix LA, and yet they give the OG characters the benefit of the doubt that it was meant well while demonizing the NATLA version for doing essentially the same kind of thing. So either people's watching literacy has decayed since the OG show

OR

People are so dead set on hating on the Live Action and any other adaptation, and it never actually mattered how much was put into it because they are always going to find something to hate about it.

And people wonder why we haven't been given more ATLA content... 🙄

#natla #natla spoilers #atla bumi #atla #atla aang #aang #bumi

[danothan]

started reading robin 2021 and i wanted to take the time to appreciate two of the most beautiful spreads in issue #1. they captivated me with how gorgeous and momentous they felt, which must have been the point bc i ended up staring at them sm that the symbolism finally kicked in

SPREAD 1:

1) LOVE the red and green at play, it’s such a difficult color scheme to get right lest you end up making the whole piece feel like a christmas card, but gleb melnikov pulled it off. the environment is rich and elegant and well-contrasted; it rly brings out damian’s classic red/green robin combo, even tho he’s not actually wearing his robin suit here. the green of his clothing highlights the green of talia’s, as well as the assassin’s tattoos, and, when combined with the cool-toned background, makes the red just pop out at you. pretty palette aside, it’s a very calculated choice in colors.

2) speaking of red, melnikov rly wanted you to notice the blood in these two pages. from the emphasis of the words DEMON BLOOD to the reflection of damian in the blood puddle, it only draws attention to the fact that his blade is perfectly clean of it in the second panel. one can only assume that talia killed that guy so hard that damian’s sword was caught in the collateral (damn talia !). it frames damian as the one to land the killing blow, as though his doubts/restraint with killing mean nothing because he still has the blood on his hands, blood passed down from talia. that doesn’t necessarily make it true ofc, but it does give us a reflection of his mindset with the blood acting as a literal mirror.

now before we delve into the second spread, lemme preface this with some context: many characters will refer to damian as an actual bird (“what better way to take out a robin than with a hawke,” “i’ve fought little birds like you before,” etc.) which speaks to his reputation, but i think it’s most notable when coming from talia:

at first, it’s used condescendingly, as it usually is from most ppl, and she speaks in a possessive tone when she talks abt returning him to the nest. she even tells him that if he IS to be taken under her wing, she would not treat him as her son but as a weapon. however, we know that this contradicts her intentions as she later uses the same “baby bird” petname as a term of endearment, even to calling him her son—notably when he is out of earshot.

you get the sense that they have this unspoken code of conduct around each other—family dynamics tend to be rigid in that way—but there’s also this feeling of regret as well as unfamiliarity navigating it coming from talia. i mean, she said it herself: damian was just a baby bird. he flew out of the nest too early.*

*see read more

so why does she taunt him for running back to his mother? why is she pushing him away? and why does she monologue for so long that she lets her guard down and closes her eyes long enough for him to disappear…?

SPREAD 2:

BECAUSE DAMIAN IS JUMPING OUT OF THE HELICOPTER!!! BECAUSE TALIA IS PUSHING HIM OUT OF THE NEST !!!!

talia doubled down on her militaristic plans as an opening for damian to leave. with that sense of regret mentioned earlier, talia knows she raised damian under harsh conditions, but she doesn’t know to raise him differently either, so she urges him to find his own path. presenting “the way of the demon or the way of the bat” as the only 2 options to her already rebellious son was guaranteed sabotage. she pushed him too early when he was younger, but she knows that her baby bird is ready to fly now :”)

bonus: what a classic jason todd move to wear a mask underneath your mask btw. guess it just runs in the family! (but on a deeper, unironic level, damian switches out both his robin and his demon suit into this new one. this obviously symbolizes his forging a new path, but also reveals his intent/doubts abt the whole confrontation. a mask underneath his mask? he was never truly looking to rejoin the league. after running away from bruce, he runs to talia to test the waters and see if he would do better there. and when it ends in the same shadowing of an ambitious parent, he ditches the whole thing. the fact that he had a back-up plan meant that his heart wasn’t in it, just as talia’s heart wasn’t in keeping him caged. a confirmation bias given permission by a mother’s facade. god, the al ghul mindgames are truly smth to behold)

*so much can be said abt how talia’s approach to parenting parallels and contrasts bruce’s. they both have the same good intentions for their son, and they both realize that he’s too young to face what he had and what he’s abt to. but talia wants to start the healing process of her control in his upbringing, and bruce wants to prevent damian from having to face it alone knowing firsthand what suffering he “endured to become batman.” one is letting go, the other is desperate to bring him back.

it’s such a fascinating look into the push and pull of their fatal flaws and mistakes as parents, as well as making them feel human and reasonable within the limits of all they know and are capable of. OF COURSE they’re overcompensating for their regrets, that’s just so… them!

and the fact that you can see both parents’ traits and influence in damian as he searches for his own identity just makes the whole family feel well-rounded. robin 2021 is so good you guys, it’s too fucking good

#damian wayne #damian al ghul #talia al ghul #bruce wayne #batman #dc #robin #robin 2021 #panels #meta #danbles #long post #alt text #described #no spoilers please i only just finished issue 2 🫶 #god i can’t wait to get to talia and damian’s reunion that shit looked tense

[darnell-la]

Hatred and a hard time too love.

word count: 6.2k

pairing: toxic!mean!dom!sensitive!Eddie Munson x toxic!sensitive!reader

warning: toxic, smut, mention of assault actions twice (Jason Carver, y/n’s ex), alcohol, drugs, Eddie gives oral, fingering, hate to love story, etc.

summary: both Eddie and Y/n can’t seem to grab the courage and say how they really feel. Instead, they continue to eat at each other, and Eddie can’t stop making his comments. One day, they both see how much they need each other and decide to put their act to the side.

mild assault is in this story, but if you do not like those things, please skip them! We will not say this again… SKIP IT!

DO NOT STEAL OUR SHIT! WE DO NOT CONSENT!

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3rd person pov

“I told you, Munson. I’m only talking to you for the weed, nothing else,” y/n said as Eddie but down on his lip to find his stash through his drawers. “C’mon, princess. Never thought about bein’ cool with the freak?” He asked, making her roll her eyes. She’s tried, but he’s difficult.

“Just give me the weed, Munson,” y/n said. That name still sends a sharp pain to his heart. He hates when anyone calls him Munson, because usually it’s disrespectful, but, he just wants to hear his name out of her mouth.

“Got it!” Eddie showed the bag and then made his way toward the bed that Y/n was patently sitting on in her just-so-tiny skirt and oversized shirt. She’s never been fully confident when questioning Eddie.

“Tell me, princess. Why don’t you pull through when you wear those skirts?” Eddie asked. “Huh?” She was confused. “I mean, your body isn’t horrible, so why do you hide the rest? I’ve seen you in your one-piece,” he said.

“Just give me the weed, Munson,” y/n said, needing to get out of there. She can barely handle his bullying and flirts at school. How will she be here in his room, at his house alone?

“Oh, c’mon, baby! Just tell me. I bet you I’ll make you feel a lot more confident,” Eddie said as he placed his lunch box full of substances on the edge of the bed. He slowly leaned over y/n as she looked up at him.

“Don’t call me that,” she said, not really meaning it. Oh, what he does to her. He keeps playing with her like a toy, and she can’t take it. She can’t take his cockiness and flirts.

“Why? Does it do something to you?” The metalhead asked as he slowly looked down towards his crotch. “Because you alone, do something to me,” he said, making her look.

“Oh- I- Eddie, I should do,” she said as she tried shifting to the side to get up, but he got in her way. “Why’s that? You don’t want me?” He asked in his low voice, only leaning closer to her. “I want you,” he said. She instantly looked up at him.

Eddie didn’t waste a heartbeat to smash his lips onto y/n’s. She was shocked but let him continue. I mean, he was so fast, that she could barely process him pushing her back onto his bed.

“So fucking easy,” he growled in between the kiss. Anything backhanded or straightforward he says to her is just our anger. Why did it take this long for them to be in this position? He can’t stand that thought right now.

“What?” She asked, feeling a certain way about what he said until he pulled back and fondled with the girl's mini skirt. “You hear me,” he said as he pulled her skirt down as well as her panties.

“I’m not easy, Munson,” she said. She’s let him flirt with her for years. How is she easy? “Say what you want, but I know those boys you fuck. I know them all,” he said. Her eyes crew shocked because she wouldn’t think they tell, which they didn’t. He just knows everything about her.

“Doesn’t matter anyways. I’ve got you and this pretty cunt to myself,” Eddie said as he slid a finger along her folds to tease her. She’s always so damn wet. How does she always get wet around him?

“This is only a one-time thing,” she struggled to say as he slipped a ringed finger deep into her cunt, wanting her to cum right then, but he couldn’t get it yet. But he needs it.

“Ah huh, that’s what they all say,” he said. She thought in her mind, why would he say that? But it’s Eddie. He’ll always be cocky no matter what. He doesn’t know why himself, but it’s an automatic thing he does.

“M-Munson, can you be professional for one second?” Y/n tried asking but it came out as a beg. “Nothing about this wet cunt is professional, princess. Nothing at all,” he said before diving into her.

He began sucking and licking her like he’s never done anyone before. Fuck, he loved the way her legs automatically closed around his head. If only he could die this way.

“Eddie!” Y/n moaned loudly, causing him to groan on her pussy. She barely says his first name, and hearing it at this moment was everything. “Slower please,” she begged, only making him go faster.

“Fuck,” she threw her head back as her back arched. She’s already so close. He hits the right spot with his finger almost every time he moves and his mouth and tongue. Holly shit.

“There you go, baby. Cum on my bed like any other bitch,” Eddie growled. Y/n’s head told her to stop him and leave that comment, but her orgasm hit her faster. She instantly came all over his mouth, hand, and bed.

“Aghh!” Eddie slurped y/n until she had nothing more to give. “Now that’s what I like,” the man said as he leaned up and took a look at y/n’s half-exposed body. She’s so damn hot.

“I-I want the weed,” y/n stuttered as she slowly leaned up and got off of the bed to put her clothes back on. “Don’t wanna stay?” He asked, but she shook her head. She’s just another bitch who came on his bed.

“Of course you don’t. Just fuck me and leave, right? Who else do you do this shit to?” Eddie asked as he angrily grabbed the lunchbox that had fallen off of the corner of his bed.

“One, I didn’t fuck you, and two, I’m leaving because you’re just a dick. Even after you fucking eat my pussy like a fucking animal, you treat me like shit!” Y/n said as she snatched the lunchbox out of his hand.

“I treat you like shit!? That’s fucking funny. You’re the one leaving!” He said. “I told you why,” she said then walked out of his room as he followed behind, still arguing.

“Yeah, go smoke my shit then come back from some more. You didn’t even pay me. I guess your form of payment is being a whore!” He didn’t want to say it but said it anyway.

Y/n stopped in her tracks, tears already running down her face. Y/n turned around and then reached into her purse that she grabbed before leaving his room. She took money out and threw it on the ground. “There,” she said then left.

Y/n’s handed paid attention or spike back to Eddie for a couple of weeks now. It’s hard, but he disrespected her far too much. He had left a note on her doorstep, saying “I know you’re pissy, but after what we did, I don’t want anyone else touching you,”.

Y/n broke down a few days ago when she read that. All he thinks or anyone else thinks is that she’s a no-good whore who opens her legs up for anyone, all because she dated Jason Carver.

Y/n questions herself almost every day on why Eddie hates her so much. Why can’t he just be nice like he is to any other woman?

Y/n turned her car off after thinking for a few minutes then got out. She saw Eddie’s van drive up, causing her mind to wonder. Should she apologize? What did she even do? But she really likes this man. Maybe he’s different and can change. No, but her ex didn’t. Well Eddie’s different, right?

Y/n took a deep breath and then grabbed the courage to take a few steps towards Eddie’s van, not even passing your own car until you saw him get out. Your body tensed up at the sight of him. God, he looks so amazing.

Y/n took another deep breath, about to walk over until he opened the door on the other side of the van for someone. Y/n stood and watched. It was Chrissy. The girl he’s told her he’d never mess with because she never wanted him in high school. Y/n’s even told him she hates you for some odd reason. I guess he took that to get back.

“While thank you, Eddie,” Chrissy giggled as she looked up at him, bouncing on her tippy toes in her skirt like she was still in high school. “Of course, princess,” he said, making your heart shatter.

You’ve never heard him call anyone else any type of nickname until now. And it had to be Chrissy.

To your luck, Eddie looked directly over to you like he didn’t know you were standing by your car. He planned this. He only got out when he saw you get out. Why is he doing this, because she hurt him? She stopped talking to him for two whole weeks and even started giggling with a few men at the diner. He had to do something.

“Oh, hey y/n,” Chrissy said as she pulled Eddie into her with a shitty smile. Even Eddie had one. Y/n’s eyes instantly began to stream tears so she turned around and sped into her house.

She could hear them both laughing at her, making fun of how she probably was going to talk to Eddie but Chrissy got in her way.

Eddie’s a dick, yes, but he’s genuinely hurt and thinks y/n’s a girl who picks and chose when she wants someone. But that still doesn’t give him the right to do what he’s doing.

Y/n stormed to her room and flipped onto her bed. Sadly, her window was open and ten minutes into crying, she heard Eddie and Chrissy getting it on. That only made her cry harder.

She only hurt herself by listening in on the things he was saying. He talked to her like she was her. He talked to her like she was the prettiest thing on earth, which she is compared to y/n. At least that’s what y/n thinks.

Y/n had enough. She gathered herself and got herself ready for the bar. She couldn’t handle sitting here and not at least drinking.

The sad girl called a taxi and waited outside. Eddie and Chrissy had stopped a while ago but kept their window and curtains open. Y/n didn’t want to, but she saw them both lying next to each other, talking about god knows what.

Y/n shook her head and looked at the ground as her eyes filled up with tears again, but she couldn’t ruin the makeup. Not just yet.

Eddie had got up from the boring conversation with Chrissy and walked over to his window. He watched y/n as her leg shook, nervous about what she was about to do.

Eddie’s blood quickly boiled as he noticed the way she was dressed. She’s going out to the bar. He hates that thought, but he can’t leave and stalk her like usual. Chrissy is staying the night, and if he calls it off, she’ll suspect that he likes y/n. He can’t let anyone know shush a thing.

Y/n’s taxi arrived and she quickly hopped in. She couldn’t even take a last look at Eddie’s house, or she’d probably throw up.

“I don’t know about you, but you’re too pretty to be at this bar,” a familiar voice said next to y/n. She turned to the side slowly, dizzy off of the drinks she’d had for the past couple of hours, and noticed the man was Jason Carver. Her ex.

“What do you want?” She asked. They had a bad breakup, and she’s always thought since then, he hated her. I mean, she should hate him, but she can’t seem to do that to people.

“Hey, hey, I'm not here for trouble. I’m here to ask if you’re okay,” he said. She looked at him with glossy eyes, feeling a way that he cared. “I know we broke up and all, but I loved you y/n, and I can’t stand to you you like this,” he said.

“I still care about you, baby,” he said, making her heart pound. She was so lost in her drink that she slowly leaned in to kiss him. He leaned in as well and kissed her like he’d missed her.

They both pulled away and looked at each other with a smile. One genuine and the other, not so. “I missed you,” y/n blurted. The alcohol she’s consumed is only on her bad side. She’s never missed Jason. Ever.

“I have to, but I need to take you home. You’re very drunk and I can’t just leave you,” he said. Jason slowly pulled y/n with him towards the front door and to his car.

Y/n thought she might have been lucky, but that’s only because of how drunk she is. She’s so drunk that she can’t even process that she moved before she and Jason broke up.

“You good, baby? You thinkin’ right? I hope not,” he said under his breath. “I think great!” She slurred as he chuckled. “Good, baby. Good,” he smirked to himself after getting y/n in his car.

Jason pulled up to y/n’s house, immediately seeing Eddie and Chrissy outside of Eddie’s trailer. You see, Jason should be angry, but he knows how Chrissy is. He likes y/n more, and he loves pissing off Eddie.

“I see you’ve lowered your standards, Munson,” Jason said. “Yeah, I see she did as well,” Eddie replied, not disagreeing with Jason. Chrissy gave Eddie a look, but Eddie wasn’t paying attention to her. He was paying attention to the way y/n stumbled out of the car into Jason's arms.

Eddie instantly went to storm over to them, but Chrissy held him back. “She’s not worth it, baby,” Chrissy said, trying to not seem too much of a letdown, but Eddie pushed her off. “Don’t fucking call me that,” he said before walking over to Jason who was now carrying y/n to her front door.

“Hey, hey!” Eddie yelled at Jason, so he placed the drink girl down. “Go in the house, baby. I’ll be right there,” Jason said to y/n. She opened her front door, not even taking a look at Eddie. That ached his heart.

“Guess she’s moved on for that on-and-off shit you both had. Let’s be honest, bro. She was mine before yours. I fucked he’d first, and I’ll be the last,” Jason said, making Eddie tighten his fist.

“Bet she didn’t even let you fuck. I wouldn’t either. You see, she’s scary. Yeah, she’s fucked a few, but they’re out of town now. She wouldn’t date fuck you, especially with your attitude. Me on the other hand, she’s already felt my cock, so it’s nothing if it’s me,” Jason said. He’s really getting to Eddie, and he knows it.

“Anyways, I think you should get back to your girl. She’s waiting on you, and y/n’s waiting on me,” Jason smirked before going inside. He locked the doors behind him, knowing Eddie’s the type to stop whatever Jason was up to.

Jason couldn’t have cared less about Eddie tonight. All he was thinking about was y/n who was too drunk to even stay on her feet before Jason came in. She’s already on her bed, laid out daisy.

“You look so beautiful, baby. All drunk and easy for me,” Jason said, triggering y/n. She hates the word easy, but her body couldn’t function how she wanted it to.

“C’mon, baby. Let me get you undressed for me,” the sick man said as he crawled into the bed and began undressing y/n. “I don’t know — I don’t know — I don’t know,” y/n repeatedly slurred until she was in her bra and underwear.

Jason felt eyes on him and looked out her window. He was right. Eddie was staring at him through his own window, making Jason chuckle to himself.

He thought about letting him and Chrissy watch, but Eddie would flip once he saw that y/n wasn’t in fact 100% fine with this. Eddie thinks she is, by the way, she didn’t look at him and allowed Jason in, but once Jason his further, he’d see.

“Can’t let them watch my pretty girl all fucked out tonight. You’re not really thinking right tonight,” Jason got up and closed her curtains and window. “But we’ll get there, baby. You’ll regret leaving me,” he whispered in her ear, now on her again.

“Jason,” she said low, hoping to move and push him back because everything was going so fast, but she couldn’t move. She can’t think. She can’t do anything. The alcohol has officially taken over.

“Yeah, baby? Want me to hurry and fill you up? I know, baby. I know,” Jason made up his own thoughts of what she wanted as he started getting himself undressed. He knows he’s in for a fun night tonight.

It’s been a couple of months, and y/n can’t get herself together. She remembers that whole night, and she tries her best not to think about it. If she does, she smokes or drinks it away.

Eddie on the other can’t stop thinking about that night. That night is when everything went downhill. Starting from his hookup with Chrissy, to y/n being drunk, and he knows it’s because of him. To Jason getting his girl back.

He hasn’t seen Jason back over y/n’s house, but he knows that Jason always gets what he wants, and maybe, Jason got y/n back.

There’s absolutely nothing Eddie can do to get y/n but change. He had to completely change the way he talked to her and treated her before he could even think about a chance of being friends.

That’s why Eddie’s at this mall, stalking y/n once again. She’s been walking and looking at stores for a while, and Eddie’s thinking about ways he could dump into her.

“Oh shit,” Eddie finally gathered the courage to walk out of the shadows and pump into y/n. “I’m so sorry, y/n, I- I didn’t see you,” Eddie played his role. “Oh, it’s fine! It’s totally fine,” Y/n said, trying to avoid eye contact. She can already feel her eyes water.

“Hey, uh, I know we haven’t talked in a while because of my childish behaviors-“ Eddie tried apologizing. “No, no, I was childish. It’s fine, I was just, I don’t know,” y/n stuttered.

“Trust me, y/n. Out of all people, you can’t be childish. I should have listened and, uh, spoke about my feelings more,” Eddie said, feeling his own eyes water. “A-And I know I wasted a lot of time, but I really would like to make it up to you,” he said, heart pounding.

“I-I know it’s late and I’m a fool for doing this to you. You were, uh- Y/n, you were amazing and I was a dick. You don’t deserve that at all. No from me, nor from anyone,” Eddie admitted.

“And not I’m here, looking like a fucking idiot, stalking you and waiting for the right time to jump to you. Yep, that’s how fucking low I am. I-I fucking talk shit and basically harass you with my words, yet I’m the one obsessed and fucking falling for you deeper than I did in Highschool,” he started pouring his heart out.

Y/n eyes quickly cleared up at his honesty. Y/n could always tell if Jason or anyone else was lying about how they felt about her, whether it was relationship, wise, or friendship-wise. But Eddie. He’s not the type to do things like this.

“It’s okay, Eddie,” she smiled at him. “Look, I understand- What?” He cut himself off. “I understand you were being a dick because you liked me. Not everyone handles feelings well. I could have sucked it up and told you myself, yet here we are. You’re telling me,” y/n said.

“We should hang out,” she said. “Y/n, I don’t want that. I-I want to be with you. I-I want to be with you all the time. We don’t do shit, y/n, so it’s not a problem to hang out all damn day and say our goodbyes at night and then good mornings in the morning. Shit, y-you can move in,” Eddie ranted.

“Baby, my bed is big enough and-“ Eddie started going in about how he found this apartment and makes more money now that he got himself together, but y/n’s mind stopped at the bed.

“Cum on my bed like every other bitch,” is all that went through her head. As well as the other things he said. He gets so many people. There’s no way he really wants her, right!

“I-I can’t,” y/n began to panic. “What? Why? Wait, what happened? Why?” Eddie asked, confused. She was taking everything so smoothly, and then out of nowhere, she changed.

“I-I can’t! You- You ate me out on your bed and told me to cum on it like every other bitch. Y-You compared me to other girls so many times that night then you — Then you got Chrissy and treated her so nicely while I was — I was alone,” y/n started overthinking.

“Baby, no, no. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean none of it. Look, I know me and Chrissy did something, and I can’t take that back, but y/n, everything I said to her was for show,” Eddie meant it all.

“But then I went to the bar, and I drank, and I couldn’t feel my face or hand or body, and Jason came, and he sweet talked me I to his cat and drove me home, which, how the fuck did he even know my address,” y/n began to ramble.

Eddie stayed silent, proceeding that Jason shouldn’t have known where y/n lived. Has he been stalking her like Eddie does? Eddie hates that thought. That’s creepy. It’s only fine if he does it.

“And he touched me and touched me and touched me,” y/n rambled, bringing Eddie back into the world. “Wait, you didn’t want it?” He asked, confused and scared. Did he cause y/n to get assaulted?

“N-No. I mean! I — Eddie, I was drunk, so I don’t remember, you know? I-It’s not that deep,” y/n looked down at the floor. “Hey, princess,” Eddie said as he cupped her chin and made her look up.

“Whatever happened, I still love you. But I need you to tell me the truth. Did he touch you and you didn’t want it?” Eddie asked. “I’m fine, Eddie. Really, okay? I just- I don’t want to talk about it,” she said. Eddie wanted to continue but didn’t want to make her uncomfortable so he stopped.

“Movies, baby?” He asked, trying to get her mind off of whatever she was thinking about. He could tell he had made her uncomfortable about the topic, and he was done with making her feel that way. “Yes,” she smiled, heart, feeling whole again. He said he loves me…

It’s been 6 months. 6 months have gone by, and y/n and Eddie are perfect. If anyone were to see them, they’d never believe them if they told them all the things that happened between the two.

They’ve been communicating and showing their feelings towards each other maturely. Y/n never thought Eddie would pull through, but he had. Yes, he’ll get overprotective and jealous at times, but to clear that up, they’ll fuck.

Y/n has absolutely no problem with Eddie using her body to his liking because he’s well at making her feel good. Whether that’s physically it mentally.

“But, baby!” Eddie shouted from his room, throwing a tantrum that I wouldn’t allow him to come to the mall with me. Y/n and Eddie aren’t exactly dating yet, but she still wants to give him a gift for lasting for 6 months.

Although they do the nasty nearly every day, see each other every day, and sleep over an awful lot, they decided to stay front for maybe a year. What Eddie and she had is something that isn’t easily forgotten, so taking time is right. Besides, y/n loved this overprotective friend side of Eddie.

“Eddie, chill out! It will only be an hour,” Y/n said as she slipped her shoes on and opened her front door. “I know, but, I don’t want you to go alone. People will go crazy about you if they do see me around,” Eddie said, which isn’t too wrong.

“Please, Eds,” y/n begged. “Oh, my- Fine! One hour, or I’m coming out there,” Eddie said. Usually, he’d stalk her as soon as she left, but this time, he had to set up the house for their 6 months.

Y/n’s been at the mall for 20 minutes. The drive isn’t too far from Eddie’s house, so she has a good 30 more minutes to get what she’s been wanting to get for a while now, for Eddie.

Y/n went into a metalhead shop she’d been hearing Eddie talk about. He’s been working from home and barely has time to go out unless it’s to take y/n out so where. Like a date.

She walked around the shop, slightly rushing and picking up anything she thought Eddie would like. She picked up a few jeans, boxers, socks, rings and necklaces. He loves anything, but she wanted to get enough.

Y/n walked to the register and began cashing out. She looked around, seeing if she wanted to get things for herself while the cashier took her time scanning y/n’s items.

As she looked around, she aimlessly looked across the mall to a shop. Her eyes widen at the man she saw. Jason Carver. Something in her hated the fact she saw him, but another thanked her so she could sneak out of there. She can’t be seen by him.

She knows how Jason is, and he doesn’t stop his embarrassment in public. He’d start talking about “you wanted it,” if he catches her out here.

She hasn’t thought about that night much, but now that she thinks back, she can confirm, that she in fact didn’t want whatever Jason gave her.

She told him to stop, she said she didn’t know what was happening, she begged and said she was drunk, but what did he do? Continued and spat nasty things at her.

“You have a great day as well,” y/n said before grabbing her big bag and storming out of the store. She walked the opposite way of where Jason was, looking back to make sure he didn’t see her, and thank god, he didn’t.

The scared girl sped toward the back of the mall, knowing if Jason didn’t see her, she could easily escape out of the back doors, walk around the outside of the mall to her car, and get to Eddie.

Y/n sighed as the doors came up. She hates waking down these short hallways, but if this means she doesn’t have to see Jason’s face, this is an amazing exit.

The girl reached for the handle and pushed, ready to walk out to the cold breeze, but she was stopped by the door hitting her face. It won’t open. Shit!

“I and the crew tried coming through that was last week. It’s closed,” Jason spoke, down the hall from y/n. Y/n took a deep breath and turned around, seeing a smiling Jason.

“Well, guess I have to exit out the front,” she said, taking a step towards Jason to walk down the hall and pass him, but he stopped her. “You should talk to me,” Jason spoke.

“About what?” Y/n replied plainly. “About you and Munson. Been watchin’ y’all, and you guys seem a little close,” Jason said. “Well — We are,” y/n said. She didn’t want to say it, but maybe he’d leave her alone? Maybe he’d understand that people move in. Like Chrissy.

“I don’t like it,” Jason said. That was it. He doesn’t like it, and he expects her to end it right then and there. “Okay? It’s not a public opinion thing, Carver,” y/n said, making the blind chuckle.

“Carver? So I’m Carver now? For the safety of both of us, I’ll keep it at the topic I wanted this conversation at. You. Eddie. Done. No if ands or buts,” he said, talking to y/n like a child.

“This is ridiculous, Jason,” y/n sighed and was annoyed at a man whom she hadn’t dated for years, still this obsessed with her. “No, what’s ridiculous, is my girlfriend running around and fucking the freak from Highschool. What’s gotten into you, baby?” Jason genuinely asked as he began walking towards her slowly.

“Jason, we’re not dating? We broke up years ago, and you know this. Why would I be dating someone I try to avoid and haven’t talked to for years?” Y/n said. “We had sex a few months ago,” he said, causing her heart to beat a bit faster. She hated that thought.

“We didn’t have sex, Jason — I told you to stop,” she said low, scared to admit it out loud. “Aww, but I wasn’t finished, baby,” he said not too far from her. She looked at him in shock. He knew what he was doing.

“Listen, sweetheart. All you have to do is tell me that you and Eddie are over. You can throw his gifts away, and I’ll take you back to mine,” Jason said with a smirk, making sure y/n knew he’d been following her.

“J-Jason, please just let me go, okay? We’re done but — I-I feel like we could be good friends,” Jason is now inches away from y/n. He knows how to pressure her, he loves it.

“Wrong answer,” he said. Second later, Jason grabbed the poor girl's hair and forced her to her knees. “No, Jason! Jason, stop it!” Y/n shouted at him as she fought, but he was strong. Very strong. Not stronger than Eddie, but way stronger than her.

“Ugh, baby — I really wish you’d stop cheating on me. This could be going so much better, but right now, I have to fuck your mouth in this dirty mall,” his voice changed as he pulled his cock out.

“P-Please, please. I-I’ll do anything, just- I can’t do this to Eddie,” y/n begged. “Oh, baby. We’re not telling Eddie. We’re gonna keep this our little secret until you leave him, and if you don’t, I’ll do something to him. You know I will,” Jason said as he rubbed his length along her face.

“Please,” y/n begged once more, but Jason got what he wanted. They always do. The rich boy forced his length through y/n’s lips, not caring how much she cried. He had to watch her gag. This was only her punishment. A nice one, he thinks. If it wasn’t for the dirty floors, he’d definitely fuck her ass full for being anywhere near Eddie Munson.

“C’mon, y/n. I know you’ve got more in ya,” Jason put down in his teeth, trying to force more into her, but she was struggling. “Please!” Her cries were muffled as he took his time, but quickly made her take him hole.

“Agh, fuck! Fuck, girl, just like that!” Jason groaned loudly as he felt his tip be squeezed around her throat. “Fucking shit. Only if I had my tape recorder. Would send an anniversary gift to that freak,” Jason fucked into y/n’s mouth, angry that she can’t love him anymore.

“I swear, I’d you weren’t such a bitch, we’d be perfect. But you — Y/n, you are different. And for that, you’re on your knees,” Jason’s legs began to get weak as he watched her struggle and cry. She just can’t get enough…

“Baby, you home?” Eddie asked out as he heard the door open and close. “Uh, yeah!” Y/n said with a cranky voice. “C’mon! Got something for ya!” Eddie called out from his room. Y/n sighed and made her way towards his room.

“Tada!” Eddie yelled out as soon as y/n walked into his room. His room was decorated in all red and black, his bed was new and to his and y/n’s liking, and he bought new furniture and lots more.

“Oh my god,” y/n said low. “I know, right! I saved up and bought all this shit for us! Ever since we moved- Well, I moved and you’re about to move in, I’ve been thinking about us,” Eddie said as y/n’s eyes began to water.

“I just- Look, I hated the thought that my princess was sleeping on the that other girls were on. I’m not getting into it, but what I said to you that night was horrible and I hate myself for taking this long to change the mattress. I know you didn’t ask, but it’s the least I can do,” he said.

“Baby?” He questioned at her silence. “Baby, are you okay? What happened?” Eddie asked as he made his way towards y/n. He knows the difference between her cries, and these weren’t happy cries.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized and began repeating after Eddie asked what happened. She couldn’t get herself to say it. What if he leaves her. What if he thinks she’s a whore for letting her ex use her like she wasn’t anything.

“Baby, nah uh, tell me what happened,” Eddie asked after y/n tried pulling away from him, but he wouldn’t let her go. “Jason made me sick him off!” Y/n cried out and then dropped to her knees. Eddie dropped down with her, hoping this was all a sick joke.

“What do you- What?” He asked. “Jason. He made me do it. But I didn’t want to! I swear, I don’t. H-He made me!” Y/n cried. Now Eddie knows why her voice was so cracked. He didn’t want to ask because he was so focused on the surprise.

“Y/n, y/n, wait! Wait!” Eddie shouted, trying to keep his composure. Y/n held herself together a bit, just enough to look at him and stop the cries. “Did Jason do what you say he did?” Eddie asked slowly. Y/n nodded his head.

“Did that motherfucker assault you that night he took you home?” He asked, making her nod slowly. “Son of a bitch!” Eddie yelled as he quickly got up and stormed towards his door.

“No, Eddie! No!” Y/n ran after him and pulled him back and away from his door. “No, y/!n!” Eddie yelled at her, making her back up. His face. He’s never been this disturbed in his life.

“D-Did he does this shit in the relationship?” Eddie genuinely asked. “No, but he’d pressure me before. He also, he, uh. He’s slapped me and pushed me around a bit,” y/n said.

“But, it’s okay! It’s okay. We’re done and over, so let’s just relax and-“ y/n went to say but Eddie stormed out of his trailer and into his van before y/n could get to him.

“Stay call the cops to Jason’s house. Tell them your boyfriend killed your ex,” Eddie said then drifted off. He’s never driven like this before. He was on a mission tonight.

Y/n quickly ran back into Eddie’s house and called the cops. She told them the story about her ex and that her boyfriend got pissed and drove off to go over to her ex's house.

The cops told her the time they’d get there, and thankfully it was before Eddie, so he wouldn’t regret what he’s about to do. He wouldn’t anyways. There’s no way he’d let Jason live after what he did to y/n. No fucking way.

Hopper had knocked on the Carver's door and arrested Jason. His parents shouted for a warrant, but Hopper didn’t have one. He didn’t need one, with the things he’ll charge Jason for.

Eddie had pulled up to Jason's house, cussing to himself as he hit his steering wheel. He knew he shouldn’t have told y/n to call the cops.

“Where is he?” Eddie asked as he walked up to Hopper. “Seems like you’ve been smokin’ son,” Hopper said, knowing he hasn’t. He knows this angry look on Eddie.

“I haven’t. Where is he?” Eddie asked in the same tone, trying to keep himself together. “He’s been arrested, and if you go over to the police station, you will be taken in too, so I advise you to go back home to your girlfriend, Munson,” Hopper tried helping out.

“Your girl needs you right now,” Hopper said, making Eddie’s eyes lighten up. Y/n. She fucking needs me. Eddie thanked Hopper then hopped back into his car to drive back to y/n.

“Baby!?” Eddie shouted as he ran through his front door. “Yeah!?” Y/n yelled back from the kitchen. “Are you- Why are you cooking?” Eddie asked y/n as he made his way to the kitchen

“Hopper informed me about Jason’s arrest after you left, so I decided to cook. You know, to celebrate,” y/n replied as Eddie smiled. He’s never had his eyes fill up with tears so many times in his life. He feels a lot for this girl.

#18+ #18+ content #18+ fic #18+ minors dni #18+ only #18+ post #smut #pure smut #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #mean!eddie munson #dom!eddie munson #sensitive!eddie munson #boyfriend!eddie munson #bully!eddie munson #jason carver #bully!jason carver #dark!jason carver #mean!jason carver #stranger things smut #steanger things #stranger things s5 #stranger things

[xythlia]

I kinda wanna get something off my chest before the new year that's been weighing on me heavily, and it's that some people on here are not the "spread kindness and community uwu" sweethearts they want you to believe they are.

some people on here will act absolutely repugnant when anonymous is on or when they think they can make a billion empty side blogs because the moderation for harassment here sucks ass. case in point I've personally been getting harassed since fucking august by a specific person but I keep it to myself because I know nobody gives a fuck about it and doesn't wanna see that bs all over their dash. I just block the ips and delete the asks every time but it's infuriating seeing that person pop up so many other peoples asses as this "oh I'm so kind and love everyone in my fandoms" type when I know in my guts that's such a bold faced lie.

if you genuinely think it's okay to hide behind a grey pic or a sock puppet account to send suicide bait, bully, mock, and degrade someone else you need to take a hard look at who you really are inside in the new year because you have some type of rot in you im not joking. idk it's been becoming a heavy burden dealing with this silently especially because it's about to be 2024 and part of me genuinely thinks this incredibly unwell person will continue the behavior which is seriously insane, it's hands down nuts to fixate on someone for almost five months and I can't even begin to tell you how it just wears you down consistently getting msgs like that especially when you haven't done anything to warrant that treatment. cardi b said I got condos in this bitch head well im beyond condos I'm the sole fucking real estate developer in this bitches head and I do not enjoy it.

I try so hard to be a truly positive person. I try hard to mind my own damn business and not bother anyone. I try very very hard to make my blog a nice space. I'd like to continue doing that but christ some people really make it so incredibly difficult and that contributes to the overall shitty behavior in fandoms.

anyways it's nice to let that out, for once instead of sitting here with it and feeling those little wriggles of dread every time I open the app.

if you've engaged in behavior like that towards anyone this past year though I highly recommend making a resolution of self reflection and learning some basic compassion, or at the very least taking stock of yourself and considering getting some irl help because idk what to say other than it is, in fact, not normal to treat people like that and it does not make you a good person.

#idk im someone who very much tries to be the bigger person & just move on and not let things bug me #but this has really really bothered me bad #like ive cried my eyes out opening some particularly cruel msgs before #shit that i wouldn't send to someone i genuinely hated #and its beyond goofy to do this to each other bc on this lame ass app nothing is that serious #genuinely it isn't I cant think of one single thing someone on here could do that would make me behave that way #but if ur gonna spout treat people with kindness you need to fucking stand on it and understand what that really looks like #instead of doing weird ass two faced bullshit with people

[justwritedreams]

How Sehun acts when hes in love ♥️

I love just imagining it 😭

Sehun gives me the image of someone who speaks more with gestures than words.

Like, I don't think he needs to say I love you every day and every time

But if he has to give the world for you, he will.

In the beginning, when he didn't even realize what he felt, he would be that guy full of sarcastic jokes

i love his humor but that would end up making him seem a little distant, even cold

but when he realized he's actually in love he would be like

OH DAMN

And he would end up being a little more relaxed, you know?

Doing things without expecting anything in return

Just because he wants to

Worrying and being interested in things that seem small

Like, have you eaten yet? what did you eat?

and if you didn't eat, jeez man, the speech would be ready by now

if you want to live on air alone, you should have told me earlier.

or

I don't know if you deserve me to buy you some food, but since I'm worried that you're going to faint, I'm going to make these efforts

because as he himself said, food is more delicious when it's paid by someone else's money 🤣🤣

And I'm sure he would remember every detail of every conversation.

after all, he remembers that the members didn't say happy birthday to him for 11 minutes so I'm sorry to say, this guy has all the necessary information

you said you would do it!

when did i say that?

it was September 12th, around 4 pm, do you want me to tell you the weather of that day too?

And let's not forget the best part, or maybe the worst depends on your point of view

he is such drama queen

if you just forget something he told you, pout

if you don't give him a kiss or hug as soon as you see him, pout and he'll throw himself on the floor

if you talk like he's a baby, which he is but let's pretend he's not, pout

and good luck to you if he wasn't your bias and he somehow ends up finding out if you didn't tell him before

because he will!

and he will be your bias

whether you like it or not 🤣🤣🤣

but seriously now

I think he's the type you can always count on

did you have a nightmare at dawn? you can call him

Are you going through a difficult time in life? he will be there, if only to offer a shoulder to cry on

even if he doesn't like to see you cry

but he will hold steady enough to give you confidence

come on, wipe your tears. crying too much makes your face puffy

his humor will be the outlet in times like this and thank God for that!

oh yeah and i'm pretty sure he would be clingy

Like pretty much

cuddling with just his arms when you're lying in bed or on the couch isn't enough

then he will hug with his legs too

the tighter the better

but he will be the cutest clingy guy when you guys are alone

because when he is public he will be the most reserved guy

hold your hand in public? only if it's under the table

and it's not even because he's ashamed of your relationship

but because he wants to protect your image and his

After all, he has a reputation to uphold 🤣🤣

not that it will make any difference to the members because they will make fun of him anyway

sehun will be looking at you like that 😍🥺☺️

and the members will be like

look at him all in love

and well, it's not even like he could deny it

because it's the truth

#exowritersnet #sehun imagine #sehun scenario #sehun x reader #sehun reaction #sehun x y/n #sehun x you #sehun fluff #exo imagine #exo imagines #exo scenario #exo scenarios #exo reactions #exo fluff #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #kpop fluff #requests #maari #reactions #maari's best anons🫂

[kitkatscabinet]

PROMPTS I'D LOVE TO WRITE

Credits to the following for certain prompts: @leneemusing @novelbear @creativepromptsforwriting @soulprompts @flovprompts @memesomething

FLUFF

' i don't want to spend any time apart from you. ''

'' i really need you to know that [that i love you]. ''

“ wait, you knew? “ “ you haven't exactly been discreet... “

'' so, do you... love me back, or? ''

“ do you have feelings for me or something? “

“ i think i'm falling in love with you. “

“i love it when you smile! i wish you’d do it all the time… ”

“ you can’t get rid of me that easily. i’m gonna be here every day to remind you how wonderful you are! ”

“ you know me. you… you see me. i’m never totally myself unless i’m with you. ”

“ we all have our flaws. you stayed with me in spite of mine. now i’m doing the same… ”

“ of course i remembered! i remember everything about you! ”

“ don’t make this weird, but… i saw this in the store. figured you’d like it. ”

“ whoa… hey, now, who made you cry? where’d they go? ”

“ don’t make a big deal out of this. you like hugs, right? so… here’s a hug. ”

“ um… if you don’t mind, i think i’d like a hug now. if that’s okay… ”

“You’re cute when you’re jealous”

“ the world just… feels right. when you’re with me. ”

"is this okay?" "it's more than okay."

JEALOUS/PROTECTIVE

❝  i just didn’t like the way they were looking at you.  like you weren’t mine.  ❞ John Mactavish

❝  you know i’m yours,  right?  i only have eyes for you.  ❞

❝  hey,  is this asshole bothering you?  ❞ Dean Winchester

❝  tell me you’re mine.  ❞

❝  you wanna lose a limb?  beat it,  fucker.  ❞

for one muse to possessively kiss the other in public.

for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public.

FRIENDS TO LOVERS

going as each other’s “platonic” date to a mutual friend’s wedding

agreeing to kiss each other “just to see what it’s like”

punching the guy who broke your best friend’s heart

friends and family think we’re dating because we’re always acting like a couple

sharing clothes, we're just that comfortable with each other

accidentally blurting out “i love you” during a conversation

i’m watching you date all these other people and i don't know what it is i'm feeling but it's definitely not jealousy

you're upset and disappear for a couple hours, and i'm the only one who knows where to find you (which is at the location we always hung out at as children)

one dropping hints about their feelings, the other one is completely oblivious

hearing your best friend say you’re nothing more than friends, dying a little on the inside because you wish it was more than that

family and friends constantly pointing out how compatible you are with each other

ANGST

'' i can't do this without you. ''

'' don't you dare... don't you dare say goodbye. ''

'' it's okay. '' '' it's not okay. ''

'' do you remember that song, that we always used to sing as kids? [could you...?] 

'' don't you dare close your eyes. ''

'' she's not dead...! ''

'' you're gonna be okay. ''

“ can you move? “

“ why is it so difficult for you to believe that you deserve to be protected? “

“ stay close. whatever you do, do not leave my side. “ Dean Winchester

“ i’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. no matter the cost. “

“They say you almost died. You left it that late.”

“ tell me it isn't true. “ “ i can't."

“ why is it so damn difficult for you to believe you’re worthy of love? ”

HURT/COMFORT

“  i don’t know how to just live.  i constantly feel like i’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.  ”

“  there are just too many people depending on me.  i can’t rest.  i can’t let them down.  ”

“  every time i start to feel like things are getting quieter and i can feel safe,  something bad always happens.  ”

“ i’m here and i’m not leaving or letting you change the subject. now talk to me”

“   you’re important to me.   you hear me?  you’re important.  and that’s never gonna change.   ”

“  i’m not going anywhere until you get some sleep.  ”

“  i want to take care of you.  please,  let me.  ”

“ you’re a good person. good people deserve to be safe. “

“ i’m going to protect you, now. because that’s what we do for the ones we love. we keep them safe. “

" it's alright... it's okay... i'm here now. i've got you. "

" of course i came for you... it would take far much more than that to stop me. "

❝  i know i can’t protect you from everything,  but i wish you’d let me protect you from the things i can control.  ❞

“You’re safe. [Name], can you hear me? They’re here to help you, you need to let them help you.”

“I wasn’t –… Your doctors weren’t sure you’d wake up.”

“You.. you were so close to dying. I was scared.”

SCENARIOS/ACTIONS

Smiling at each other from across the room

Laying a hand on the other’s leg

Fixing the other’s clothes 

A kiss to the side of the head

Embracing from behind

Laying your head on their shoulder

Bumping shoulders

you take their hands firmly, intertwine their fingers with yours

you repeatedly say you love them when they’re anxious/experiencing low self-worth

put your hands on lover’s cheeks, cradle their face in your hands

you get really mad when you hear someone hurl an insult your lover’s way

for sender to catch or steady receiver when receiver tries to stand up too early or to push their body past what it’s ready for

 for receiving muse to not recognize sender or medical staff trying to help them, due to being drugged or otherwise disoriented – so they fight.

SECRET DATING/CONSEQUENCES

“You will cut all ties with them”

“Where were you last night?”

“ how long? ” [a confused pause] “ how long have you two been in a relationship

“ how long do you think it’s going to take before your family finds out ? ”

"If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?"

#writing prompts #x reader

[aleksa-sims]

Simself Story

I went to the young woman behind the counter to ask her for help, bcs I got lost and needed a phone to call N. As I mentioned in the last part, it turned out, the young saleswoman was Damien’s twin sister, Diana. I met her already 2 years ago at a Christmas party. She was there with her brother & I accompanied N. at the time. That party was organized by their coach.

Anyway, Damien’s twinsister and some other girls, who were also there at this party with their boyfriends, were pretty mean to me. She called me fat & ugly or something. I just couldn’t handle things like that. I was/am very introverted and lacked self-confidence. Especially then, I struggled a lot with that! However N. got really pissed, so we went home. And well! Now....she didn’t remember me, which honestly wasn’t a surprise to me. I’m like a ghost to most people.

Diana: That's odd. I have no idea who you are?... Anyway, Twinnie’s friends, are my friends too. But apart from that, I'm glad to help.

Me: Twinnie? Are you really calling your brother Twinnie?

Diana: Don’t you know the Twinnnie ice cream? Green & orange? Damien and I were addicted to it as kids. He always got green, Kiwi, I got orange. We loved that ice-cream. Perfect for us Twins.

Me: Yeess, Twinnie-Ice cream! My sister and I also enjoyed sharing the Twinnie Ice-cream.

Diana: Cool! What's your name? But...is there something going on with you two?😏... And when & where did we meet?

Me: Christmas 2 years ago. I was Nico's gf. I met you and Damien there at their coach's christmas party. I'm Aleksandra. And I'm with N. here, not with your brother!

Diana: Really? You & N., huh?... I've heard of you, I think?... Anyway, gald to meet you Aleks. I remember being... trashed back then. I was........ difficult at the time. So yes, there’s a lot I don’t remember clearly.

Me: Hm, same!🫤 I mean, I don’t drink. I did.... something..... else. However, I understand all too well what you mean. Still, you were pretty mean to me that night. You were mocking me. You called me ugly & fat! 😒

Diana: What? Oh nooo! I'm so sorry, Aleks. Ugh, I was such a bitch, damn it! 🤦‍♀️ ... Those.... rich girls, you know? I wanted to fit in. I did and acted as they did, to make them like me. But they were all so fake. I-.... I didn't like myself anymore. That's why I-... anyway. I'm so sorry. You're not ugly. You're actually really pretty.

Me: I... didn’t expect, that! And I thought those girls would follow you and do what you say?.... Agh, who cares. I don't give a shit about them. But thank you for your nice apology. I'm glad you're not really a mean girl. Is that why you dated David, that loser?

Diana: Pls don’t mention David. My brother's gonna kill me....David broke his wrist and Nico’s nose. 😄

Me: WTF?... He broke N.'s nose?🤨

Diana: Yes! I was there. I saw it! Nico’s nose’s been a bit crooked, since that fight between him & David. Didn’t you notice that?... But well, Nico got what he deserved. He also hurt David pretty badly.

Me: But Nico’s nose looks as usual... Agh, let's not talk about the past.

Diana: Okay!... I'm gonna call Damien to tell him you're here.

Me: Thanks. 🙁

Diana: They’ll be there in 2 minutes! They’ve already been looking for you.

Me: That means, N. trusts me.🙂 He didn’t think I left without him.

Diana: Huh?... What happened to Stephanie? Since when did you and N. get back together? OH, shit! 🤦‍♀️Sorry! Do you even know Steph, that weirdo? 😬 👉👈

Me: Yea, she's truly a weirdo. 😜 Our whole.... lovestory, Nico and I, is... a bit tricky. I’m pregnant! It’s Nico’s Baby. And I love him sm. I really do! I always did and I think he feels the same, but Stephanie.... agh, I hope Stephanie finally leaves Nico and me alone, FOREVER! Her brother married Melanie. Nico's sister. So Stephanie will always be....... there somehow.

Diana: Holly shit, you're pregnant? I can’t imagine Nico with a Baby! He’s just like Damien. They.... only have their damn soccer in mind. Their lives are all about this one thing, they don’t care about anything else.

Me: Um.... I know, but N. doesn’t want his life to be....just about soccer. He never wanted that! He always tried to find a balance. And he never really talks to me about soccer. He doesn't want to. And ngl, I'm glad about that.

Diana: Maybe that’s why he likes you so much? You are his balance. But still, N. & a Baby??? Damn, I hope this works for you two.

Me: Yea, I'll.... do my best. 🤷‍♀️(😞)

Then suddenly Damien’s and Diana’s dog (Tinka) came running towards me. Their dog was so happy to see me. She got really excited. But why, I asked Diana? She was sure, Damien told her to look for me. So cute their dog. Her name's Tinka. 🤭 Who would name a dog that?... Diana used to be a Tinkabell fan. 🤣🤭

Just after Tinka, Damien & Nico also arrived. They both looked at me... sadly? They seemed so worried. I was kind of ashamed. 😞

Nico: You ok?

Me: Now, yes.... I'm so sorry. That was really stupid of me. I had no reception near Damien's house. I called Ana. A FaceTime Call. That’s why my battery went down so fast. My phone died. I even left my umbrella somewhere. I was totally confused. I was afraid you thought I went home without you.🙁

Nico: I was rather worried you might get a panic attack and be alone somewhere. I guessed you got lost. Everything looks the same here. Those small pathways, the houses....

Me: I just shouldn’t have moved from the main road leading to Damien’s house, then I would definitely have found back.

Nico: I'm glad you're ok. I’ve really imagined the worst scenarios. Looking for you, Damien & I saw 2 overtrunded trees near his house. You’ll see when we go back. We really thought something might have happened to you.

Me: Ugh, shit. I'm so sorry.... But... are we ok now?

Nico: Um.... let's go home. Now it's all fine.

He hugged me and we went back to the house. Nico seemed depressed. Something was not okay. I felt so bad about him. So I told him, I didn’t want to go home. I wanted to stay with him. But he just said I should rest a bit. I was so broken from last night. We slept some hours in Damien's bedroom. We were really just sleeping. Nothing happened between N & me. He was distant, he didn’t even kiss me or anything. Which is totally unusual and strange for him or us. Tbh... it worried me. I was insecure. That’s not how we both imagined our date.

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For Morgan x Astarion...at what point in the game's events did they start ~feeling~ for each other?

I know no one ever cares, but I am STILL SORRY for taking so long to answer this. Its an important question to me ; w ;

I bullied my partner into writing me a fanfic about this very topic actually, and while I am forbidden to share any excerpts until it is edited and completed (which won't be until after they finish Shadowbringers...ffxiv is ruining my life...) I am gonna bring up some of the plot to talk about Astarion’s feelings developing (as he was first to catch them).

In the Underdark, Morgan encounters the Sussur flower. She's never seen one, but has felt its effects on her magic before. Her wild magic surges were deemed too powerful and disruptive to her cult leader, and he shunt her magic off with a sussur enchanted item. Except, it didn't stop her wild magic surges at all, they queued. So when the item came off after 2 years of use, her compound and everyone in it was hit with 2 years of stored up wild magic surges all at once. The damage was catastrophic.

So feeling that same emptiness of her magic shut off sent her into a panic spiral, the longer her magic was shut off the more dangerous she became (oh gods another one of them capable of blowing up) and she was in such a state she could barely communicate and she looks to Astarion, the man sharing her bed, for support and he just...doesn't care. Tells her to get her magic back as he isn’t with her for her personality, and implies she’s useless to him without access to what makes her powerful.

Gale has to be the one to step in and be like, “oh dear don’t worry your connection to the weave will return here you look like you’re having a tough go of it, let’s step away from the glowing flower here…” and basically supports her first public display of emotional vulnerability with gentleness and empathy; all things she had wanted and foolishly expected from Astarion.

When she regains her composure she unloads on him, banishes him from her bed and tells him to find his own damn blood going forward. He ofc knows he fucked up bad when he can’t placate her so he tries to hunt on his own, but he finds the Underdark very difficult to find easy prey. He fails to hunt on his own, and the longer he goes without blood the weaker he becomes. He gets desperate enough to try to feed on rats again, but he can’t keep their blood down anymore. His senses get dulled, and he’s fumbling in battle more and more often.

After about a tenday, they’re finishing up their tasks in the Underdark before moving on through the shadow cursed lands, and everyone can see now Astarion is struggling. In battle and out. Now she’s had some time to deal with her emotions and feelings, Morgan relents and allows him to feed from her again. He goes cuckoo bananas on her blood and tries to do his suave lover performance but she tells him to be sincere and that she wants him to respond to her the way Gale did when she needs help, if this was to keep happening. She tells him she won’t put up with being talked to like that, again.

He agrees and says all the right things she needs to hear to keep providing him what he needs. But now it feels different, making these empty promises. Were they empty? What would it be like to be there for someone and support them? To be there for her? He starts to feel his first pangs of guilt and self loathing realizing he was acting exactly the same way he was when he was Cazador’s slave; no one told him to seduce and trick her but he did it anyways because its all he knew how to do to solve his problems. She wants something from him he’s never had to offer and when he tells her he can do that, he finds he wants it to be true.

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