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captain-mj · 10 months

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Second part of brat Prince graves and royal guard Price pls 🥺👉👈

Sure friend <3 Part 1

Price noticed an immediate change in Graves's behavior. The prince could only be described as charming and well spoken. He listened to advice and gave his own with clear respect.

"You used me for sex." Price scoffed.

Graves shrugged. "Not my fault you were so... susceptible to manipulation. I knew at this rate it was either going to be you or Ralvez." He grinned.

Price growled but it was... a little impressive. He'd admit.

"My father will be home tomorrow. Unfortunately. We keep this between us, yes?" Graves leaned in to him.

Price nodded. "Understood. Would hate to get you in any trouble."

It didn't last long. Both of them kept staring at each other. Every meeting. The King would talk or say something and Price would be slow to respond, watching the way Graves licked wine off of his lips. And Graves would stare at Price as he ran drills, back flexing as he maybe showed off because of his admirer.

Price noticed Graves going down a less traveled hallway in one of the wings and he immediately followed him. Graves looked back and slowed down a little, starting to lead him somewhere. Opportunity.

His prey ducked into a closet and he pursued. He chased him into the room and saw Graves already pulling his shirt off.

"Quickly." Graves pushed his pants downs.

Price Nodded and picked him up, turning him around quickly. He lifted him up and pressed him against the wall. "Alright, love. I've missed you a lot."

"Been right here." He let Price fold him in half and spit down on him. It hit his hole and made him flinch and tense up. It followed with Price gently poking at his hole to try to get part of his finger in. "Hoped you'd do something like this. Corner me and take me nice and easy."

Price kissed him hard and licked his way into his mouth. "Wanted to. Want to pin you down and fuck you in front of all of my guards. Make all of them see how much you drool when you're getting fucked just right."

Graves groaned and opened his mouth more, letting Price dominate him. He relaxed and tilted his head back so Price could get to his neck now. Price let him get lost in the pleasure. He wanted to give him this. To take control and let Graves lose it.

The burn bordered on unpleasant before Price managed to some lube in the closet. Once he had poured enough lube, he managed to fit his finger in a bit better. Graves was so sweet. Soft and whining in his arms.

"Thank you. Thank you." Graves mumbled as Price managed to work him open up to finally take him. He put one of his ankle on Price's shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper inside him. Price's cock filled him up just right.

Price watched him fall apart. His Prince, falling to pieces so easily.

Graves was so tight. So hot like a furnace. He thrust in and both of them groaned. They pushed and pulled from each other, trying to get more and more and more until there was nothing but heat between them. Heat and mounting pleasure. It felt so good. Burning with him.

Price thrust in harder and Graves keened. "Thank you, sir. Thank you thank you thank you." He panted softly as more praise flooded out of his mouth.

Price was so close. Right there.

Graves kissed him deeply and tightened around him.

"John. John. John."

Price saw stars when he came inside Graves. He lost himself in moving faster and faster inside him until the world felt dizzy. When he was done, he set Graves on the shelf and got on his knees. He finished him off happily, letting Graves use his throat as he pleased.

Graves just held him tight by his hair and enjoyed the warm, wet feeling. He came down his throat with a soft moan, pushing him further down. "Good boy."

Price pulled off and smiled. "That was fun. Gonna have to do this occasionally."

#cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #Phillip graves #Price x Graves #Graves x Price #captain price #captain john price

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imrileyidostuff · 10 months

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Episode 248

I just... hate this episode??? Screenshots under the cut, but oh my god the art is so wonky in this panel- and it especially shows in poor little baby Dionysus. The characters in this either look good or shit. Mostly shit.

Apollo's 'side' of the story is a really shitty thing to do and it seems like he's being justified in a way?? I'm not usually critical of stories, because I'm really dumb and can't analyse, but I'm sure that giving the perspective of an abuser is a pretty big no-no in writing, right? It could just be the story playing Apollo as a whiny ass guy who didn't know what he was doing, but it's coming off as 'It isn't my fault okkaaayy? 🥺👉👈'

It's just icky.

So, onto shitty ahh scenes! yaayyy. /s

All panels and shots belong to Rachel Smythe and her team

First off- tiny head syndrome, yaoi hands, and I'm 95% sure that every male character is beginning to look like a fucking margarita glass. Also, i think the background is just a little bit too blurry: Zeus doesn't really look like he's in the world around him, he's more of a PNG pasted on top.

Oh wait-

Okay. Anatomy. She's got bug eyes and is drawn a little childishly but overall it's alright. Shading. Muddy as shit- Rachel, please stop using the multiply layer for everything please i swear to god-

Overall, from Apollo's perspective this is a pretty good metaphor for this whole comic. A sad little uwu girl is put on a pedestal while she does absolutely horrendous shit. Although the rest of his perspective is shit.

...Artemis, my /p Love, how... why...

So. Artemis is suffering from a really weird pose. Why are her hands doing... that? Her head is also a bit large but that's to be expected. Her pose is just so... stiff? going back to S1 she had such better posing, even if the anatomy was arguably worse.

Look at this??? There's so much emotion and personality in these, and they just look gorgeous! Now, let's compare S1 with S3, hm?

You can see that not only the anatomy is better, the shading is better, and that her outfit is really good, but you can tell that the second photo has much, much more emotion. Natural emotion, that is, not the goofy, non-serious kind of emotion that's comedic at best.

You can tell that Rachel put so much more effort into S1, with the amazing lighting and personality.

I'm going to do he rest of the episode another day lol, the rest of my screenshots are on a diff topic.

#I think this is my longest post yay #anti lore olympus #lo critical #anti lo #lore olympus critical #antiloreolympus

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just-a-creep-babe · 2 years

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Ohmygod I swear I *tried* to make it cute but it. It Did Not turn Out that Way. Uhhh hopefully it’s still kinda cute though, like in a bit of a fucked up angsty kinda way? 🌸🥺👉👈

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

Masterlist: x

He gets back from work, and he’s exhausted

It’s no surprise, really

It never is

He’s covered in wounds and bruises; dried blood staining his ripped clothes and drenched bandages wrapped around his broken skin

He collapses on the couch and closes his eyes

You should let him rest

You know you should

But he’s always gone, and you’re always missing him

You know you’re being selfish when you get on top of him, straddling him

You don’t think you care, not really, anyways

He opens one eye to look at you, and the corners of his mouth tilt into a grin

“Hey gorgeous,” he murmurs, the exhaustion clear in his voice

“Hey handsome,” you answer

You let your hands wander up and down his chest, being extra careful not to press down too hard on any of the bloodier spots

Whether it’s his blood or not, you aren’t sure

You suppose it doesn’t matter, either way

He makes a noise at the back of his throat, something like a pleasant hum, and closes his eyes once again

There’s a quiet in the air as you touch him; a soft, gentle stillness in the cabin room

It’s a rare moment

You don’t want it to end

You lean in to press a kiss to his jaw

He hums again, almost like a content sigh, and tilts his head up so that you can reach his neck

You trail your lips down to his throat

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly when you start sucking on his skin

You use your teeth, scraping them against his flesh, and maybe you’re a bit rougher than you should be

Maybe you’re frustrated that he’s always gone, that you’re always missing him, and maybe this is your way of getting back at him

It’s not his fault, you know that all too well

But you also know that he doesn’t mind it, doesn’t mind the pain—not even when you draw blood

He’s used to it

He likes it

You shift your weight above him, and feel his growing erecting twitch against your thigh

Your bites grow rougher, faster—more needy

You mark him up until he’s panting and hissing his breath in through gritted teeth

The jealousy and anger turns his skin red, coaxes possessive blue and purple flowers to bloom along his flesh

Jealousy reaped from his work always stealing his attention, anger sewn in from his refusal to choose you over everything

You move back up once you’re satiated, hungry eyes admiring the mess you’ve left behind

His gaze mirrors your desire

You tug up the hem of his hoodie, exposing his bruised stomach all the way up to his wounded chest

And in return, he slides his hands up your shirt to cup your tits, his thumbs teasing at your nipples, pinching and squeezing and rubbing

Your touch moves back down his torso, at the bulge in his pants

It doesn’t take long for you to free his cock from his jeans, nor does it take long for you to strip your pants and underwear

Your legs straddle his hips, positioning the head of his thick member twitching eagerly at your entrance

And then, all too slowly to savor it, you sink down onto his full length

He feels so, so good

The pleasure hazes your mind, lighting your skin on fire, and you swear it‘s better than ecstasy

His groan spurs you on, as does the lovesick look in his deep brown eyes, and the way his hands come to rest on your thighs—firm but gentle

You grind down onto him, and he reaches so deep, his cock deliciously hard and pulsing against your sensitive spots that you can’t help the way you sigh his name

“Fuck,” he cusses under his breath, his voice low and tired and gravelly

And you suddenly remember why you don’t leave him—why you can’t leave—even when you don’t see him for days at a time

You rock your hips against his, and his mouth parts, another groan escaping, as his eyes briefly squeeze shut before fluttering open again to admire you

You lean, kissing his pretty lips, and when you clench around his length, he sighs into the kiss

His reaction has your body moving on its own accord

You bounce onto him, driving your hips down faster and harder to feel more of him

His grasp tightens on your skin, squeezing flesh, but he makes no attempt to control the way you’re moving

He lets you ride him, use him at your own pace, his body means to an end for your enjoyment

Maybe it’s his way of making it up to you

His way of apologizing

You don’t know

You don’t care

He feels too good for you to worry about it anyways

He bites his lip, teeth digging into flesh, as his dark eyes trace up your body

You love the way he looks at you

Love the way he worships your form

His thumb reaches up to press snugly between your folds, right against your clit

And the way you clench in response has his hips bucking to meet you halfway for every thrust

You lose yourself to the feeling

Your thoughts scatter, unable to think, unable to focus on anything else but him and how good he feels

He rubs circles into your pearl, and when your movements stutter, he only speeds up

Your legs shake around him, your moans and pants mixing with his as you desperately whimper his name

When your orgasm crashes into you, it’s pure bliss

You ride out the high, every nerve ending in your body on fire, and he murmurs something about how beautiful you look when you cum around his cock

His hands reach up to grab your tits, flicking at your nipples

And when you cry out his name again, he cusses, cock twitching, and he pushes his hips as close to yours as he can so he can cum deep inside you

You feel it—warm and thick and oh so filling, and it’s almost enough to make you cum again

But instead, you slow your movement down, until you’re just grinding against his still-pulsing cock

His touch travels up and down your body, slowly, softly, memorizing every curve, every dip and bump of your skin

You don’t know how long he’ll stick around before leaving for his next job

So when you lean down to press your lips against his, you try to make it last as long as you possibly can

It’s not enough

It never is

But you know you’ll just have to accept it one way or another

#creepypasta #hoodie #hoodie x reader smut #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x reader smut #slenderverse #marble hornets

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omoghouls · 1 month

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Konig insisting he didn't do peepee in his diaper but when horagi check him he finds out he did, and konig is so confused! He's like "bu'i didn' feel it.." it's not his fault horangi got him extra padded diapers+booster pads inside!! It gets soaked up to fast for the baby to even feel it 🥺

7tftc77tcigcct7x7🥺👉👈 omg y e s- you can't expect such a giant of a man to notice that sort of thing, he's soooo busy after all!! WaaaaAAAAA

#m #omutsu #diaper mention #waaaa i gotta get memory for my ps5 so i can play cod again WAAA

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derelictheretic · 11 months

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OC TAG GAME

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton @strangefae and @detectivelokis !! Ty 💕💕💕

Not quite sure whose done this since i've been. absent. so i'mma send tags out to @deputyash @bluemojave @adelaidedrubman @bl-beater @jollybone @clicheantagonist @florbelles @unholymilf @henbased @ishwaris @megraen @shellibisshe @trashcatsnark @v0idbuggy @wewillryesagain No pressure as always !!

Favourite OC

Currently I would say Lola is holding that spot, she's fun to draw and write for and I just spin her in my brain like a rotisserie chicken all day she brings me so much joy to think about. She's also my first transfem OC so she,,,,, is so special 2 me <3

My consistent faves of all time tho are my boy Damien (my half demon half vamp man), my girl Lucy (She is a unicorn shifter and I Adore she sooooo much) and ofc my creacher Dean uvu

Oldest OC

Damien!! He's from my first original story I ever made and I've had him for 7 to 8 years!! He rotates in my head forever even tho I barely talk about him 👉👈 His story has changed a few times but his design has stayed pretty consistent! He means the world to me and so does his story and one day I will bring it to life ashsjsjs

Newest OC

That would be Lola!!!! I'd been wanting another unhinged lady to play around with and felt like having a pink murder lady as well and thus Lola was born 🥺 She brings serotonin and I love playing around with her relationships with the other characters!

Meanest OC

Hmmm this is a tough one but it's probably Heather! Heather is actively mean on purpose and loves her passive aggression and tearing people down through her words. She smiles while pointing out all ur insecurities and faults and will laugh if u cry <3 bestest worstie wife ever <333

I have a few other mean OC's like Rilo (Demon lord) but he's on a much bigger scale of wanting to commit genocide against all supernatural creatures soooo he's just like evil less so just mean. Very smile in ur face while he obliterates ur very atoms kinda vibe,, hate him so <3

Softest OC

This is impossible I have too many softies,, But probably Lucy! She's a pacifist and just has the biggest heart, she's very empathetic and always wants to help people even if there is nothing she can do in a situation. She also is just very soft in nature like she has a gentle touch and soft voice and sweet eyes that will make u cry and tell her all ur problems while she holds u.

Most aloof/standoffish

I have a few of these too lol I'd say it's a tie between Michael, Silas (Eldritch horror slasher) or Pheonix (Marvel OC besties with Wade). Silas probably wins because he doesn't tolerate talking to humans in any circumstance and just seeing him tends to send people running. Silent, brooding, grumpy eldritch horror man my beloved.

Smartest OC

I have a sentient AI OC called HEXX and he has knowledge from all across the galaxy (being an AI for a spaceship he needs it lol) so I'd say that'd be him! Ask him anything and he has the answer, just don't ask him about love bc he will have his 1010th identity crisis and the ship will suffer it's 1010th failing and emergency landing :)

Dumbest (affectionate) OC

Hmmm i'm gonna say my baby boy Ky bc he's my literal himbo lmao He has zero thoughts in his pretty little head!! Only loving friends and having fun!!!! Golden retriever boy only know eat hot food and love everyone!!!!! No but he genuinely is so,, so stupid,,, the one thing he can somehow do on his own is cook, baking is off limits he will burn down the kitchen......

OC's I'd be friends with irl

I have a few I think it'd get along with so I'll narrow it down to three!

Piper; We would vibe in a makeshift tree house and play video games and I'd listen to her gush over women (Faith) for hours and she'd judge my horrid taste in men <3 She'd probably also beat me in poker and steal all my money.

Fredrick; my genderfluid god would take me to so many concerts and drag me across the country to get something they bought off of eBay and I would have a blast.

My lil tech nerd Keiden; he likes coding and games, I can kind of code and like games, it just makes sense. We'd play raft and Minecraft and make epic structures and talk about what we would do different with the game mechanics.

#nervous about putting my non fandom ocs I always feel self concious talking abt them lol #but I love them and I wanna talk about them more........#misc: tag game #oc: Lola Darling #oc: Michael Sinclaire #oc: Piper Vasquez #oc: Damien Bryne #oc: Lucy Collins #oc: Fredrick Collins #oc: Heather Lucille Valentine #oc: Rilo #oc: Ky Cartier

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readers-cup-of-tea · 2 years

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hello!! i love your 'a family of three' fic it was so soft 🥺 could i maybe get an ed/stede/reader romantic fic this time? maybe just something where they get to spend the morning in bed, cuddling, with lots of fluff? 👉👈 gender-neutral reader, if you don't mind 💕 thank you!!

Ok this is so sweet and everything I've ever wanted to write, Thank you for the request!!❤️

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Fluff, all the fluff

pronouns: Gender-neutral

Tw: nothing

Enjoy!!

Life's Finest Moments

Satin sheets curled under your hands as a yawn escaped you, You could feel the movement of your two lovers as they too awoke.

“Ah, good morning darlings.” Stede greeted the two as he stretched.

You smiled at him, while Ed just grunted, guessing by the light streaming in from the windows you believed for it to still be early mornin.

As Stede began to stand up, you grabbed his wrist, “Ohh Stede! There's still enough time for some cuddling, don’t you think?” You blinked up at him.

“Hmm, yes I quite agree with them, Come back to bed Stede.”

Stede rolled his eyes fondly, but nonetheless got back into bed.

Legs intertwined, soft touches, and hushed whispers eventually sent you back into sleep, you have never felt so loved.

“Y/n, Y/n…hey mate, Stede says it’s time for breakfast.” Ed gave you a smile as you opened your eyes for the second time that morning.

The breakfast table was adorned with jams and pastries, thanks to Roach.

“Ah, someone decided to wake up finally, hm?” Stede smiled as you approached the table.

“Not my fault I fell asleep, you two are so warm!”

You all started to eat breakfast, Ed and Stede discussed what today would bring for them as you sipped on some of Stede’s famous tea, he really did make a damn good tea.

“Captains! Are we ready to start the day off or-?” Lucius entered the room as he scribbled into his book.

“Ah- Give us a minute, yeah? I think this’ll be a late day for us.” Ed responded.

Lucius gave a sigh, knowing this would be a lazy day, not only for the captains but also for the crew.

“Alright my lovelies, what should we do today?” You got up from the table as the last of the dishes were taken away.

“Well I’m going to do some light reading, would you two like to join me?”

Both nodded towards Stede as they all walked towards his library.

Ed and Y/n snuggled into the couch as Stede looked through his books.

“Yes, here we are! A classic!” Stede pulled out a thick book.

He sat next to his loves,and opened the book.

“Two households, both alike in dignity

(In fair Verona, where we lay our scene),

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;

Whose misadventured piteous overthrows”

Ah yes, You had heard those words many times before, Romeo and Juliet.

Edward hummed a tune as Stede animatedly exclaimed through Romeo and Juliet, Even going as far as to play out the scenes by himself as You and Ed laughed along with his antics.

Lazy days were the best type of days in your opinion, especially if it meant you got to spend them with stede and Ed.

Want me to write something? send a request!

Check out more of my works, you can find them all on my pinned masterlist!

I also have an ArchiveOfOurOwn: JanusAndHyde

also! Yes, That is actually from the prologue of Romeo and Juliet so...Not mine don't sue me pls and thank you

#ofmd x reader #ofmd fanfiction #ofmd #our flag means death #fluff #readers cup of tea #edward teach #taika waititi #our flag means gay #stede x ed #stede bonnet #edward teach x stede bonnet #edward teach x reader #stede bonnet x reader #ed x reader x stede #x reader #oneshot

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paradisaeaparedrae · 8 months

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So about that vampire and vampire hunter au with Nabu Małolata Kaveh and Deshret Alhaitham...

Could you tell more? Your brain was so sexy for mixing all these aus with them that I love 👉👈🥺💗

PLS YES.

I want to preface this by I'm a firm advocate and believer of trans Kaveh just for clarification for certain events in this plot line 👀 (and all other aus)

I'll put this under the cut since its pretty long!!

Nabu is more or less a mystery to most. Many have heard of the king's child, but not many have seen. It had long since been debated whether the king had a prince or a princess, he being so beautiful, but very few had gotten to know. Nabu was said to be courted off to the neighboring kingdom, they having a daughter his age. Layla, and she was a kind and caring pureblood, but far from Nabu's type. They became fast friends and each confided that this arranged marriage didn't suit either of them. Layla had her eyes on a parculiar boy herself, and they both agreed that this arrangement couldn't go through, but they each enjoyed their times together whenever these courting were arranged.

Nabu often found himself on the outskirts of the kingdom in a field of wildflowers and tall grass, he having his own little private abode. A small shack with a thin mattress, a wooden table, and a fireplace where he'd cook. He was very kind and caring, tending to the wounded he'd happen upon from that of his own kind, pureblood or not. He made no such attempt and injury to any, but on one particular day, he happened upon a gruesome scene.

Deshret lived quite a far ways off by horse, having traveled for a certain bounty. The leader of the vampire hunting clan himself, it wasn't something he was necessarily interested in. Upon his parents' passsing, it had eventually been bestowed upon him from a very young age and he had taken up the position. He was more or less indifferent, even offering up resources to those who had been claimed by a Pureblood only to be left behind, thirsting and in need. It wasn't their fault, after all.

It was on this evening that he had been attacked by a pureblood himself, and by the time he had awoke, he was bandaged up from his torso, Nabu down on his shins in front of the fire as he made stew for his guest. It had been said that Purebloods like Nabu had the ability to hypnotize their victims, and he could. But he never did such a thing. Though it wasn't often that someone would get to see Nabu like this in person.

If fate hadn't wanted them to meet, then this was a cruel meeting.

But he stayed there for several days, making excuses of how it would be wise for him to stay in for the night. And the next day it rained quite heavily, and another excuse was given. Perhaps they had moved too fast, but the prince who believed in nothing short of fate felt the same. A twisted fate of romance, but one none the less. The man who had seen countless claimed by purebloods had let become claimed himself.

Eventually, he'd have to return to his clan. He'd make trips every few weeks on his trusted horse Adya to see Nabu, bringing supplies and even a sleeping bag to make that thin bed more comfortae, but his clan had been becoming wise. It did not fall on deaf ears of his secret meetings with the Pureblood prince, and they weren't exactly happy with it, either.

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Now here it differs slightly, depending on which version of this au me and my fiance had created! And we also just started a new one with vampire deshret and human prince nabu today so 😏

#I ADORE TALKUNG ABT THIS SO THANK U #and ill get to ur fang prompt soon!#kvh.txt #text #kaveh #alhaitham #haikaveh #genshin impact #asks #i love u mutual

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leonsliga · 7 months

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I'm so fuckin happy for Mats for being called up to the NT (omg THOMATS REUNION IN REAL LIFE) but also happy that he's finally getting some recognition from the NT coach (what Julian said about his experience, leadership and great skills on and outside the pitch) and when I think about it, it's actually crazy how disrespected and neglected Mats was by both Löw (I'm still furious about the shit he did in 2019) and Flick. Like literally since 2019 there wasn't a nice word about Mats coming from the NT side, while he was absolutely mastering it foe the club.

Also i feel like if I were Mats I would already become cynical and/or bitter about the whole NT thing, especially after that WC situation, but his reaction now is so sincere and sweet, him saying how he always wants to play for Germany no matter what... it amazes me so much and I once again think "damn, that boy must really like football"

all in all I'm super excited to see Mats in NT jersey again and with a new coach + once again impressed by Mats as a whole

sorry for flooding your ask and thanks for reading all that

🧡

You and me both anon 🥹 after two long years (for us and for Mats, I’m sure) we finally get to see him wearing the NT colors again. AND YES YES YESSSS OMG!! Finally we get some more NT Thomats…we stay winning :) thomats eurotaxi at home in 2024 maybe? 🥺👉👈🥺

I feel like recognition of Mats’s efforts from a NT coach has been a long time overdue. As a seasoned professional for both club and country, Mats possesses exceptional leadership skills—a byproduct of frequently assuming the captaincy, no doubt—not to mention he’s an expert at morale-boosting and an anchor at the back. He was always important, and Flick and Löw’s failure to see that in recent years has been, frankly, appalling.

I have to say, I’m equally as amazed Mats wasn’t more bitter about everything the DFB and previous coaches put him through. I would’ve probably been in the same boat as you, if I’m honest! I understand Löw wanted a “new Germany,” but freezing Mats out the way he did always struck me as not only unwarranted, but downright cruel. I think Mats was entirely justified in calling Löw’s decision incomprehensible. As far as I’m concerned, it was. You can bring in new players without sacrificing legends who give everything for their country. Not to mention, he was literally kicking ass at club level the entire time, and it’s not his fault the NT was a shambles post-2014 WC.

Ok, rant over 😂

Honestly, much like you, I’m just amazed at how, despite everything, he never shut the door on the DFB. Even now, after years of being cast aside over and over and over again, he received the call-up news much like a kid would feel opening presents at Christmas. There’s just something so undeniably wholesome about that. He really must love this beautiful game, huh?

Also, you never have to apologize for flooding my inbox 💜 I love talking with you guys and chances are, we have similar thoughts (spoiler alert: we usually do). I love reading longer asks too, because they almost always contain some really brilliant analysis and make some excellent points, much like your ask does! And I’ll be honest: if you send me a longer ask, chances are I’ll send you a long answer in solidarity, even if it takes me a bit to draft. Us footyblrians stick together 🫂

#anon 💖#mats hummels #die mannschaft #dfb team #german nt #germany nt #my asks #football asks

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idv-news-boi · 9 months

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LAURENCE HAVE YOU TOLD YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT ALL OF YOUR LOVERS? LIKE PHINEAS AND LAWRENCE AND EXE AND TATYA AND TOTALLY NOT LEROY AND—

Laurence// …I did-

Leroy// Oh, so that’s Phineas- I know you like circus stuff, but never thought you would be INTO that- (I mean, I always think you’re kind of a clown, so no wonder-/ih)

Laurence// *shrugs* Phineas started this-- not that I mind.

Lovino// Oh- Lawrence??? Isn’t that your real name when you were-

Monday cutting off Lovino intentionally// Gambler? Never seen one in Dyanthus. But definitely heard that there’s a lot of them in a place called “Las Prime Vegas” in EagleWing and other kinds of sites with big casino establishments. Hah, Journo, are you into… lost guys???

Laurence// Is it wrong to say,,, that I like spoiling people? ^^♥️👉👈

Monday// Oh! Not at all! But if that gambler happens to be… not exactly seeking for you at the end, let us know! We always have your back. :)

Leroy// Oui! You’re also our brother in crime, so we care about you~~😙✨

Laurence// Thank you sis, bro! Even though I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s ever the case, I trust him… I love him. :)♥️

Lovino// This Exe… He seems strange. No nationality, no blood type- very few information!

Leroy// Lovino is right- This man is eerily unknown, it’s concerning. Oui,,,, (‘-‘:

Monday// Mmmm… Not scary. But he doesn’t seem to have emotions- You said he lives in voids, that’s even more…. Suspicious. Not a bad thing, just saying- 🧐

Laurence// Mm, yes. Exe finds it complicated to express himself. But he has his ways to show that he cares, i suppose. (^u^♥️

Leroy// *reads Laurence’s notes of “Exe always leaving whenever he doesn’t want to be in a scene, might get easily upset for things that aren’t his fault :’c” *

Leroy// I’ll give you some relationship advice after this-

Laurence// Ah, no need- I think I have to figure this by myself. I’ll come to you if I need help. :)

Leroy// *silent thumbs up as if “okay” * ^^;

Lovino// Tatya? Despite of what she does, she’s cute inside and out. Okay~~ *nods lightly with a pursed smile, as if finding that alright*

Monday// She pole dances? Eccentric people- so that’s what Journo likes??? 🧐 I mean, she looks cool-cool! 😊✨👍

Leroy//

Lovino// Bourjois, what’s wrong? You’ve been silent longer than normal!

Leroy// She needs an appointment.

Laurence// Eh??? :D

Leroy// I-I mean- appointment with me, Oui! I would be happy to give her a haircut and have some fashion talks *closed-eye smile, as if trying to offer kindly despite sweatdropping a bit*

Laurence// Oh oh! I think that sounds great for a meet-up! If she’s up for it, of course??? (ouo;

Leroy//

Leroy// Also, did you just cheated on me-

Lovino// OOO~

Monday// Oooooo~

Akihiko// Ooo…~

Monday// Mein gott, even Nikon is passively shocked!

Lovino// Journo being a bromance cheater, no clickbait???

Laurence// Bourjois! I can explain! We’re just in a bromance detective buddies cough cough <//3

Leroy// *sobs jokingly* don’t say no more! I’m not pretty enough for you! <//3

Laurence// Bro, noooo- 🥺😫😔 *trying to reach for Leroy, only to get uno skipped*/ih/j

…

Monday// …Ah- Is… Is that Bianca?

Laurence// *stops playing*

Leroy// *notices that*

Laurence// Ah… *looks at the archived profile, doesn’t seem sad, but his smile looks more softer now* Yes, that’s her.

Monday// …I’m so sorry, bro. We were so excited to meet her too, to be honest-

Leroy// Oui, she even looks more decent th-

Monday// *kicks Leroy’s kneecaps, cueing the guys to still look at Laurence with sympathy*

Leroy// Ouch, right-

{*Overall,,,, they weren’t surprised that Laurence would make a harem/ih*}

#idv oc #identity v oc #identity v #idv oc ask blog #idv ocs #idv askblog #idv #// ask

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jaskierswolf · 2 years

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For the single word prompts: lambden and snuggles 🥺👉👈

Sorry this is way late! It's been written for ages... but anxiety 😂

Witchers didn't snuggle. Everyone knew that except potentially the human bard of Geralt's. Over the years Geralt had let slip that Jaskier liked to cuddle up in his sleep when the nights grew cold, and sometimes even on a more mild night. But Jaskier was human and Geralt was pathetic enough to let him get away with it. Lambert was stronger than that and his friend was also a witcher so they had no excuse and they certainly didn't snuggle.

Only they sort of did.

It was all Aiden's fault of course. Cat witchers were just built differently and they didn't have Vesemir's training drilled into them from a young age. When Lambert had first pulled his friend into the sort of hug he would share with his brothers at Kaer Morhen, Aiden had made a weird chirpy noise and nuzzled into Lambert's neck. Lambert had been too shocked to pull away, freezing into a statue instead of patting Aiden on the back like he usually would.

After that, Aiden seemed to have decided he had free-range. Every evening he would curl up against Lambert's chest, purring like he was an actual cat and not a witcher... although with cat mutagens Lambert supposed it was normal for Aiden's kind to purr. The low rumble grounded Lambert more than he expected and it was better than any elixir at helping him get to sleep. When they cuddled (not snuggled nope) Lambert very rarely had nightmares or weird dreams, just blissful, deep sleep that helped to heal the scars in his mind and the aches in his muscles.

It had gotten to the point where Lambert couldn't really sleep properly without Aiden by his side, and his months at Kaer Morhen were now a time that he dreaded. The nights of drinking and unguarded rest were now exhausting and lonely. But could he really invite a cat to the School of Wolf?

Lambert thought back to his childhood, to the harsh training and watching his kin fall as they made their way through the trials, and decided that yes. Yes he could. Vesemir, as old and wise as he was, had taken away Lambert's life when he'd raised him to be a witcher, so what if the old git didn't like cats? Lambert did and Aiden was his very best friend. There was no reason not to spend winter together... and maybe they could even snuggle.

#the witcher #lambden #laiden #lambert #aiden #wolfie's witcher writing

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ashintheairlikesnow · 2 years

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I have a question! I have a question! 🥺👉👈

Would you ever be open to write a "hunting" piece from Mishas perspective? It would be very interesting to see/know/read what is going on inside his head. The itch and never ending desire to hurt/kill and satisfaction that comes but eventually never stays for too long. Would he let you inside his head for such a piece?

CW: Killer POV, serial killer, some brief references to eye and tooth whump daydreams, murder, some seriously unhealthy family dynamics, jesus

It's not that he means to... not exactly.

It's not his fault.

It's only that, after a while, his schoolday distraction becomes scribbled doodles of terrified faces, circles with big circle eyes and mouths and red blood in gashes over their foreheads, their faces, drooling from the black hole of a mouth. Sometimes other people see him drawing and laugh, or look uneasy, or stop looking at him at all. He doesn't try to think about it, he really doesn't. It's just... a few months go by, and then, hunched in his seat ignoring the math teacher who ignores him in return, he starts thinking about the bones under everyone's skin.

He chews on the ends of pens until they're pockmarked from his teeth and the ink threatens to spill all over the desk... and he can see all their skulls, collarbones, ribcages splayed open like his mother's thick arms welcoming him home from summer vacation with family near Moscow.

He thinks about arms.

Alicia Wyatt, in the front row to the left by the window - she'd have delicate tissue linking thin, graceful humerus to radius and ulna. She'd shed skin like a snake if he slipped the knife between the layers just right. But her parents are overprotective... they'd see she didn't come home on time right away.

No good. Couldn't be her.

Ben Pillman, in homeroom? His parents don't give a fuck about him. He's got the best voice in chorus, and a pretty smile and perfect teeth. He'd scream louder than anyone else. He's got nice hair, too. Scalp him and see how good looking they think he is, then. The girl Misha asked to Homecoming last year said she wasn't going to go, and then she went anyway with Ben Pillman, who told Misha later in the bathroom that he had no idea she'd been asked by anyone else, and that he was sorry that she'd lied to Misha. He'd given Misha a hug, and told him that he didn't really like April anyway.

No, can't do it to him. He's been nice, when he didn't have to be. He waves at Misha in the hallway sometimes, even now, a year later. He still waves, says hello.

Misha remembers to say hi back most of the time.

Artyom is always saying that he should be nicer to people, if they're nice to him. Tyoma, quiet and feline and dark, has girls who watch him everywhere he goes - and one of Misha's friends, John B., watches him, too. He probably comes over just to stare at Artyom when he goes through the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of his shirt riding up when he yawns and stretches his arms overhead.

Misha doesn't mind. John B. isn't really his friend, anyway. Just someone easier to keep around than the others. John likes to watch him play video games, and he never asks to have a turn himself. Misha can forget he's even there until dinner time, and then his mother tells him it's so nice to see he has friends, asks John B. to stay which he always does.

Tyoma knows that he doesn't care about John B., but he never says anything. He doesn't mind either, isn't bothered by John B. having a crush on him. No, Tyoma just watches Misha, dark eyes locked on him, waiting.

Waiting to see it build in him until he might explode, there's so much pressure beneath the surface of his skin.

But no. Can't be Ben Pillman, or John B., or Alicia Wyatt.

Not anyone at school, not even Yolanda Martin, who eats fruit loops for breakfast, crunching handfuls straight out of a ziploc bag in the cafeteria during the free time between arriving and everyone heading for their first class of the day. She chews with her mouth open. It's disgusting and Misha thinks sometimes about popping out all her teeth one by one by one by one.

She would fight and curse and spit, she wouldn't scream at all. And her blood would be thick, sludge from lack of hydration. She only drinks Mountain Dew, even early, before homeroom.

Artyom won't let him think too long about anyone he actually knows. He'll elbow Misha if he's looking too long at Yolanda while she eats, whisper Khvatit pyalit'sya, choknutaya - quit staring, stalker. People he knows are too suspicious, there are too many connections between them for some asshole police officer to play with, turn into a case.

The thing is, it doesn't matter if he wants to or not, it... it builds.

He tells his brother the feeling is like having an itch entirely inside his brain. It begins as a heavy, weighted boredom, and unsettled certainty that nothing important will ever happen again. Video games stop being fun to play. His music even means nothing to him, is just noise. He taps his pencil in class until his teachers snap at him to stop, he pays no attention. The words shift and move when he tries to read, they reform into nothing.

Misha saw a movie once, a horror movie, in theaters. In it the killer heard a voice telling him what to do. Misha never hears a voice, or sees hallucinations. He just gets... bored.

And the boredom grows, day by day, until he can't stand it any longer. He starts to see the veins in his father's heart bursting with fear as his younger son strangles him, his mother's tears if he aimed a gun. It starts to weigh heavier and heavier within his mind, the cycling thoughts that can't be shaken.

The cashier at the coffee shop? He sees her head rolling away from her body. The clerk at the gas station who laughs at Tyoma's terrible jokes? He could chop the guy's hands off one by one. It gets worse and worse, and there's only one way to cure the itch.

He sneaks out a lot, after dark - taking Tyoma with him usually, the two of them clutching bottles of cheap vodka an older guy buys them from a corner store for five bucks over the purchase price, heading out into the woods on quiet feet.

"Don't do it," Tyoma will whisper, sometimes in English, sometimes not. Misha ignores him.

Misha always ignores him.

Tyoma comes along with him anyway.

"Misha, please don't-"

"We're just drinking, Tyoma, relax." But they both know there's more to it than that, that they are buying time. That Tyoma is buying him some time. Tyoma never argues, though. He just nods - he knows it's his job to take care of Misha, who is smaller and used to be sickly and everyone's sort of never noticed that he really isn't sickly anymore.

He's always taken care of Misha, he's always been there to help him with everything he needs. Family comes first, always, and they are each other's family more than anyone else is. Tyoma is his brother, his alone, and he never denies Misha anything in the end.

Sometimes, Tyoma asks him to stay in the woods, in their secret place. They store the bottles of vodka in a cooler they keep in a hole they dug in the ground under a bush, sit on a mattress they know other people use for grosser reasons, pull the bottles out to take swigs that burn down their throat and giggle and talk about girls and movies and whatever else.

It helps... for a while.

A month, maybe.

Two months... three.

Then it doesn't.

Then, even sitting with Tyoma, Misha will grow silent and sullen and stare off into the darkness of the night around him, listening to the scratching and rustling of the underbrush and the wind through the woods.

The only time he is afraid of himself is when he starts dreaming about Tyoma, too.

With the inside of his head a heavy place, he feels chilled when he starts to think about how his older brother would look with his face cut down from those sharp-edged cheekbones, hands around his neck. He thinks about pushing Tyoma into a fire, how it would feel to have a body thrash wildly against his in a desperate effort to stay alive. He dreams about wiping him clean of fingerprints, of proof, about lying to his mother and his father, burying him in their secret place in the woods and coming to drink with his corpse.

He dreams about carrying Tyoma inside of him, being the last one to see him alive.

That's when he knows he can't wait any longer.

That's when he walks the side of the road with his thumb out and his duffel bag on one shoulder, or stalks bars at closing time, or just walks through the parking lot of an apartment complex seeing who will open a door if he knocks, who is out alone in the dark.

Tyoma, always, follows. His shadow, off to the side, keeping himself invisible until it's time to clean up the mess. Sitting silent in the backseat of the car that picks them up, as they ride for a while. Standing silent as Misha kills the driver in a ditch, watching, waiting for his part in things to begin.

The actual act isn't really fun anymore - they all die the same. They fight and scream or cry and give up but they die. They just... die. And then he has to cut them up, into trash bags he and Tyoma spread around dumpsters outside of fast food places until it's done, wash their faces in public bathrooms and then take quick showers once they get home in the middle of the night, grimy and with a layer of what they've done thicker than oil.

But he can't stop, even though it isn't fun like it was when he started. Now he has to do it just to keep the boredom from driving him out of his mind, making him turn on his family, and family matters more than his own mind. His family keeps him together, he needs them for a place to live and someone to hear his thoughts, someone other than himself. Now he has to do it just to keep in check the worst thoughts that linger on how his older brother would look pale and with eyes wide with horror forever, his final expression one of betrayal, dirt dumped onto his face until it disappears.

He and Tyoma clean themselves up, after, and Misha sleeps for the first time in days, and when he wakes up the itch is gone. He smiles at breakfast and laughs at Tyoma's jokes. He feels fine.

For... a while, anyway.

A few months, maybe more, maybe less.

Sometimes Tyoma begs him to tell someone that he cannot seem to stop, but he only smiles, and gives his brother a hug, and whispers, Tvoya sem'ya prevyshe vsego, Tyoma.

Family first.

He's never sure how to tell Tyoma what he knows to be true, deep within himself. They are the only two people on Earth who matter, who are really real, just he and his brother. And if he can't stop the itch and he kills Tyoma, then he'll be all alone.

And who would help him then?

#antoni sings lullabies #misha #whump #whumper POV #serial killer #murder tw #discussion of murder #creepy whumper #killer whumper #horror fiction #original fiction #original characters #damn now I will be thinking about this creepy motherfucker all night #unhealthy family dynamics #oh god

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beevean · 7 months

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For ship bingo, SonElise and ShadAmy?

Sonelise:

They cute 🥺 they really grew on me in a short time lol.

I still have my reservations for Sonic's story in '06 and his role and how Elise spends the majority of time being kidnapped... but the scenes she shares with Sonic are very cute, and I really like the idea of this sheltered princess who feels compelled to repress her emotions learning how to let go and have fun with Sonic. And he, well. He likes dem tall girls :P

Shadamy:

... sorry 👉👈

I admit that I'm biased. As a young Sonamy shipper in the 2000s, I quickly grew resentful of Shadamy shippers painting Sonic as an unlikeable/abusive jerk so that Amy would fall into Shadow's arms, and Sonadow shippers who would write Amy as either a yandere for Sonic, or make her commit suicide so that Sonic would fall into Shadow's arms. It's not the ships's fault, I'm aware! But I can't get the bad taste out of my mouth :(

Also it doesn't help how the majority of Shadamy content I've come across was a variation of "Shadow sees Maria in Amy" due to their famous SA2 scene, and personally I don't vibe with this. Amy should be seen as Amy, not as Maria 2.0. As for Amy, I think that everything she might like about Shadow, she already likes in Sonic, and what makes the two different are traits she probably wouldn't like.

So yeah, sorry, I really don't vibe with this despite knowing that I should :(

Well, on a positive note... I like that ShTH has a Shadamy path called Miracle of Love? Amy's sole mission in the game is cute. And Shadow says this in the recap between the mission and the Egg Breaker: "I arrived at the doctor's castle, and I ran into Amy. She was looking for Cream, who was missing. I didn't have any reason to help her, but since I was looking for the doctor anyway, I figured…. Anyway, I've wasted enough time already! I need to track down the doctor at once!" (lmao I can't believe ShTH is so peak that it can make me even accept Shadamy and Sonadow, truly best game <;3)

#sonelise #anti shadamy

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polyamorouspunk · 9 months

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… relationship advice cause brain is scrambled please? 🥺👉👈 Even if your followers wanna chime in thats fine too cause I just need an outside view to be honest. Warning long post.

So theres this guy I’ve been friends with since our freshman year of college (2018), lets call him T. We’ve gotten a lot closer over the last few years and I consider him one of my best friends and vice versa. And a few years ago there was some flirting between us but it didnt go anywhere. Really neither of us were in the place for that relationship back then.

Now he has a girlfriend, M, who absolutely hates me, but he is planning on breaking up with her after all the commitments that he has already paid for are up (like day trips and stuff). He is also trying to wait until the semester starts so that he doesnt have to see her anymore, as the last time they broke up, she went a bit wild and started causing trouble with his professors, trapped him in her room, etc.. The problem is that they currently live really close together and while he was in school, they had a LOT of classes together and were both officers of a club together. So the last time he broke up with her, he still had to see him every day and took every chance to cause a problem with him. He ended up getting back together with her just to make it stop. Putting it simply, I completely understand why he doesnt want to upset her until he never has to see her again. Though I think it would be better for him to break it off sooner rather than later.

This is where it gets iffy and I understand my friends telling me that I shouldn't give him a shot. A month or so ago, he confessed to me that he wanted to date me. And I told him off since he does currently have a girlfriend and the way he phrased it wasnt the best. It sounded more like ‘If you wait for me, I’ll date you’, which he has since very sincerely apologized for. He has been quiet about it until last night, where there was some innocent flirting (admittedly on both sides), but he did put a stop to it and tell me "I need to keep my mouth shut for now". My friends are worried that his willingness to tell me that he likes me and flirt while still technically dating his girlfriend, shows that he is just lining me up so that he has someone to date after he breaks it off with his girlfriend. But he has told me near everything that happens in his relationship and I know he hasn't been happy in it for a long time. And I know that he is worried about what she might do if he tries to break it off. That and I do actually like him, l've liked him since I met him, but was too scared to tell him back then. Its not like I'm thinking about dating him just so I don't have to be single, ya know?

So l guess the advice I'm looking for is, would it be okay to date him once he does break it off with her? I'm not necessarily waiting for him to do so, but if he does break up with her before I find a different guy, would I just be asking for trouble? Would it be better to wait a while after they break up if I'm still single? My friends keep telling me that 'a cheater is always a cheater', but none of them seem to really understand all the trauma that girl has put him through or that he hasn't really had feelings for her for a while now. Like a good while before he told me he wanted to date me. And to me, it does seem like he has been trying to keep his feelings to himself (save when he confessed his feelings to me and then last night, which was partially my fault, but he put a stop to). I dont know, I just dont see that has cheating considering the circumstances.

TLDR: My friends say that I shouldnt date a guy that I know really well because he told me he liked me while still in an abusive relationship. And now I’m questioning if I should even be considering the possibility of dating him. Help.

I think a friend of mine and I have been in similar situations for sure. Not to speak for them but I know that they broke up with an ex that was making them uncomfortable with someone else and then they ended up dating that person after the breakup which only made it worse for my friend. A little while after that I became friends with someone that followers of mine will know as Catboy and when I jokingly said that I was going on a “movie date” with Catboy (as friends) my ex broke up with me because he said I was cheating on him even though I was like no we’re going as friends but yk after he dumped me it did end up being a real date so. I know my friend was really pissed about their ex dating someone they felt was a threat right after breaking up with them and I’m sure my ex felt really pissed about me dating someone they felt was a threat after breaking up with me. So I see both my friend’s side as the person who feels “replaced” and my side as the person who was devastated to be dumped by the love of my life for “many reasons” and I have no regrets turning around and jumping into a very unhealthy relationship right after that. I think it was what I needed at the time and even though it became soooo fucking unhinged I was so desperate to be loved after being dumped I get it.

But here’s the thing: in both our cases the person was not already “planning” on dating the person behind another partner’s back. That’s REAL fucking shitty. Yeah, it’s a different story when that person is abusive. I think a really good fictional case of this is in the earlier seasons of 911. You root for Maddy and Chimney to be together even though Maddy was still married to her ex I think. I’m pro finding someone else to be in a relationship while being stuck in an abusive one for sure but like… idk there’s also nuance. There’s a line. I’m sure if you talk to my ex he’ll tell you I’m a crazy bitch. He had to dump me because I was just “too toxic” or whatever. If he was dating someone else on the side at the time or was planning to because he felt like I was some insane bpd bitch I would have been furious. Because I understand what it’s like to be a jealous bitch who hates your boyfriend’s friends. So I mean, I would be pissed in her shoes and I would say he’s cheating on her for sure. I get what it’s like to be an unhinged girl. So I can empathize with her, as someone who also gets treated like a crazy bitch sometimes.

I don’t really believe that “if you cheat once you’ll always cheat” because like I said there’s that exception of like “if you’re cheating because you’re being a battered woman and you’re physically afraid to leave but you’re craving love and receiving it from someone safe how can anyone blame you?”

I don’t think you’re wrong for being willing to jump into a relationship with him right when his ends and I don’t think he’s wrong for wanting to jump in a relationship with you right when his ends but I do think it’s really shitty to have someone you’re planning on dating on the side after you break up with someone while still dating them, and she has every right to be pissed about it and claim that she’s been cheated on. I think that still counts. I know “emotional cheating” isn’t a thing but I think planning on dating someone else while dating someone is close enough. But I don’t think you’re wrong for wanting to date him when he’s free and I don’t think he’s wrong for wanting to date you when he’s free.

I’ll ask the other person I’m talking about if they want to chime in anonymously or not.

#punk gets mail

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bericas · 2 years

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4 + scireo? 🥺👉👈

"How do I know you're you?" Scott asks it because he has to, voice straining with how much he doesn't want to.

Kira is quiet, for a moment. He listens to her heartbeat. Takes stock of her chemosignals.

Her heartbeat is even. Her scent is—

She smells hurt.

The pause isn't to think of a lie. It's to catch her breath. He'd knocked it out of her.

Scott regrets it. And, almost as much, he regrets that he wouldn't take it back.

"I told you—I said I was coming back." Kira's voice is quiet and soft and hurt. She sounds just like he remembers when she continues in a ramble, "I gave you—I gave you a tail for safekeeping and you knew I would be back when I could be and I'm—and I'm here, aren't I?"

Kira yanks herself away from him. He regrets that, too.

She had been gone for a long two years. There's a werewolf, upstairs, who has just pledged allegiance to Scott's pack, and Chris Argent applying Nine Herbs to the unhealing wounds they hadn't discovered under his shirt until they'd gotten back to the house, and Theo Raeken to Scott's right, because once he and Chris'd gotten the door open, Kira had been there.

Kira.

Kira, who had thrown her arms around him, and Scott, who had flinched.

Scott had texted Theo then, because with Kira there, Chris would need help that isn't Scott, and he would need help that wouldn't take it so hard if Alec doesn't make it.

Theo, he knows, can take it. It'll hit him, but it won't knock him out. So he'd called an ally instead of pack.

Theo hadn't been an ally when Kira had sent him underground, before she'd gone there herself. When Theo had knocked, and Scott had called for him to come in, and it'd taken a moment for the door to open, Scott hadn't though far ahead enough to remember that.

The Scott Kira had known had known her just as well.

The Scott Kira knows now still knows her just as well, so when she lunges forward, he's surprised, and when he catches her around the waist before she can attack Theo, she is, too.

When he asks her if she's her, she is, too.

When she yanks away, he wants to be surprised. He isn't. He hasn't been able to hold onto much of anything these days.

He doesn't know how to tell her. That it's not her fault. That he just doesn't know how to think, right now, with Alec in the guest room, and Kira in his living room, and how impossible it feels to bridge the gap between those two things.

He misses the weight of her against him.

He's almost jealous when she presses her hand against Theo's chest and pushes all of her weight forward so he's backed against the wall. The surprise that flickers on Theo's face before it's gone tells him that he hadn't let her do it.

Scott thinks that he would've let her. She wouldn't have even had to try. Even if she hadn't been her, it'd still be her. How would he be able to stop himself from letting her?

He remembers, briefly, how he'd let Theo pull him into his arms in this same living room, and how he'd used those same arms to knock him down in the school library.

If he'd let Theo do it, he's sure he'd let Kira, too.

"I know why I'm here, Scott," she says, voice still soft before it goes harder than he's ever heard it, eyes still fixed on Theo when she asks, "but why is he?"

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