Tumgik
#i cannot believe i did it and didnt miss a day
allylikethecat · 3 months
Text
January OTP Prompts
HAPPY JANUARY 31ST!!! THIS IS IT! THE LAST PROMPT FILL! WE DID IT!! Thank you so much to everyone who followed along on this little January Prompt Fill journey with me. I started this exercise for myself, and didn't expect anyone to actually read them. I was instead only posting them on Tumblr to hold myself accountable. Instead, I was met with so much kindness and support and I am so extremely grateful. These have been hard, some days I really did not want to sit down and write 500 words, and some days I almost forgot to. BUT I somehow managed to not miss a day, and I am so proud of myself for it. Thank you for following along! I will NOT be doing this for February 😂 Please note this one is a little cheesy but what better way to end a month of prompt fills with potentially the cheesiest one yet!
31. “The safest place is in your arms”
Matty was trying to hide it, but George knew he was crying. The sound was muffled from the way Matty had his face squished against George’s chest, and could be mistaken for the whistle of his congested breath. But George knew better, a wet patch spreading across the fabric. 
He hated when Matty was sick, run down and worn thin at his fraying edges. One tug at his loose threads and he would unravel completely. But he hated when Matty cried even more, overwhelmed by illness, and the hatred of the masses. It made George’s heart ache. Matty didn’t deserve the witch hunt the mainstream media had fueled, he didn’t deserve the Twitter users calling for his blood. Even when he misspoke, George couldn’t imagine anyone deserving the level of abuse Matty found himself subjected to. 
He had been drunk, weeks ago, when the hate train started, looking so helplessly young as he stared up at George, his eyes bright and wet as he asked, “Why do they hate me so much?” George hadn’t been able to give him an answer, just pulled him to his chest, and ran his hand down Matty’s back, silently hating that he was once again, able to feel every bump of his spine.  
George knew he had seen the AI images, his already pale face growing all the paler as he locked his phone and sat down next to George. Jamie and the rest of their team was already working to get them taken down, and they had hoped that Matty wouldn’t see them. But George should have known they wouldn’t be able to hide it from Matthew Chronically Online Healy. 
“Can I have a cuddle?” He rasped, his voice rough with illness and his eyes glassy with unshed tears. He had snot matted into his sweaty curls and was objectively disgusting. But George had just opened his arms and Matty slotted into the space like he was made to fit into George’s arms. Sometimes, when George was high and feeling introspective, he wondered if he was. 
George couldn’t protect Matty, he couldn’t keep him safe, but he could hold him while he cried, while he was ill and whisper sweet nothings in his ear, trying to show him that even though he was hurting, and even though it didn’t feel like it, he was loved. 
“I’m sorry,” George said softly, “I’m so fucking sorry, that I can’t fix this, that I can’t protect you, that I can’t keep you safe.” He said, his own heart breaking at the words. 
Matty stilled, and George froze as well, leaning back, to try and get a look at Matty’s face, concern pulsing through his veins as Matty held his breath before exhaling slowly, looking up at George. His nose was red, his face swollen and puffy from his infected sinuses, his eyes bloodshot from crying. 
“Don’t apologize,” said Matty, his voice hoarse but still strong and full of conviction. “The safest place is in your arms,” he paused, “nothing can hurt me here.”
Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30
14 notes · View notes
woncherie · 1 year
Text
hello <33 finally posting part 3. i hope you guys like it!! small reminder that im not a native english speaker i hope i didnt do too many mistakes..
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: afab!reader, no pronouns used, bully!scara, bullying, sub!scara, reader makes him a sub lol, nsfw, mentions of alcohol and drugs, finger sucking, spit play, thigh riding, degradation, blackmail, rimming, pegging, pictures are taken, usage of ma'am a few times, he sucks our dick!! light spanking (please tell me if I missed something)
wc: 4.9k
part 1 / part 2 / part 3
Tumblr media
lab reports were handed in in time, protocols werent your problem anymore and you got good grades on papers that you didnt even take a look at. things really changed after the party a few months ago.
you didnt get thrown at with food anymore, no one was there to trip you, your property wasnt destroyed anymore. its as if he completely forgot about your existence. at this point you dont even know if he remembers your face anymore, you havent seen your favourite bully in weeks other than on hallways, but even there he was very quick to choose another path to not see your face.
its been a month since the incidence in the library, and nothing else happened between you. how could anything have happened? he doesnt even look at you anymore.
at first you enjoyed your peace. people started talking to you more, you went to more partys and hangouts and met new people, but after two weeks of silence from scaramouche, you started getting a bit tense too.
you didnt expect him to actually leave you alone. you thought he would be putting up more of a fight than just puss out like a small kid, and no matter how hard it was to admit.. you kinda missed him.
at one point you got so annoyed with his behaviour that you even tried to meet him yourself, bumping into him in the hallway to start a conversation, but all he did was apologize half-assed and then go back on his way, not even taking a glimpse of your face or outfit (which he used to love to make fun of).
you were fed up with him. you cannot believe that after everything that happened between the two of you he can just act like nothing happened, going on with his life without even thinking about you. him ignoring you made you even more mad than when he gave you too much attention.
it was hard to admit, but the indigo haired man never left your thoughts. it wasnt like you two actively talked before, but now all you did was wonder. about him, about how his day was, what he did, how he is feeling.
the irritation was written all over your face, and all that albedo could do was watch from the sidelines. you still didnt tell him what happened, at this point you were so far into this shit you dont even know how to explain anything.
"is everything alright?" he said after a few days, laying on his tummy on the floor of your apartment, your organic chemistry book in front of him, but instead of studying he just put his head on it, using it as a pillow.
"what should be wrong?" you mumbled, scrolling through instagram right next to him on your carpet. your head was at his feet and his at yours, taking a look over to him when he spoke up.
you two ordered some take out and waited impatiently on the delivery before going back to studying. exams were getting closer again.
"you seem to be lost in thoughts the past few three weeks. is everything right between scaramouche and you?" he asked while checking the time on his watch.
"yeah, what should be wr- wait what." your heart dropped for a second and you threw your phone away, sitting up straight. "how did you-" you started.
"oh c'mon." he answered and rolled his eyes. "respect my intelligence. it doesnt take a genius to understand that at least something happened between the two of you."
you looked at him with wide eyes, shame and guilt being written all over your face. "how..??"
"just look at you two and how you act around each other. you two are practically undressing each other with your eyes during the lectures."
you hid your face in the palm of your hands, embarrassed at the whole situation. "i am so so sorry. i shouldve told you." you apologized. "i was just.. scared about your reaction?"
"you should be." he returned, sitting up slowly before looking at you. "i have a lot of things to say about that special relationship. but maybe you should explain what happened before." he gave you the opportunity to explain.
you threw yourself at albedo and hugged him tightly. "oh my god, i need to tell you so much that happened. ok so remember ittos party.."
scaramouche was currently laying in bed, another random women naked next to him. he tried everything, he tried everything, to forget you.
your ugly face followed him in his darkest dreams, your annoying character was running around in his head all the time, and he even caught himself daydreaming about the two of you every once in a while. all the time.
but absolutely nothing was helping him. he thought maybe he just needed to get laid again, to have any random chick pleasure him for the night and he would get back to be his old self, that he was just thinking with his dick the past few weeks, but no. even after sleeping with multiple women who werent even good to begin with, he couldnt get you out of his head.
he was frustrated, so fucking annoyed, that he let it out on everyone who is somewhat close to him. his friends were trying to figure out what or who made him so miserable, but he doesnt talk to anyone of them.
instead of approaching you and talking it out he decided it would be the better idea to just party, smoke and drink his feelings away. after a few days he would forget you and what happened. but thats what he told himself for weeks now.
the women next to him came closer, trying to touch his chest, but he just hissed at her. "do me a favour and fuck off." he didnt even know her name. he didnt care enough to ask. he couldnt even describe what she looked like.
"h..huh?" he heard her gasp next to him, feeling a bit betrayed by his behaviour right now. "did i do someth-"
"fuck off i said." he groaned, using his arm to place it over his eyes. he just hoped that she would leave as quickly as she came, letting him pity himself in peace without anyone chewing his ear off or them expecting that he cares about them.
he didnt care about anyone of them, fuck, he doesnt even know their names, the only name in his head was yours. and he was sick of it.
the girl stood up and grabbed her clothes, leaving the room as she put them on again, and scaramouche let out a deep groan when he heard the front door closing. fucking finally.
he turned around in his bed, laying on his stomach and checking his phone. he was hoping that maybe you would text him again, but you didnt.
he took his pillow and threw it over his head, trying to burry himself in his bed, trying to burry these feelings.
what were you doing right now? were you together with your ugly blonde friend again?
just thinking about albedo makes him wanna throw a few punches around the room. he never cared about that nerd anyway, his victim always being you, but right now? he's exploding just thinking that you spend your precious time with albedo than rather messaging him, or talking to him.
what did you even see in him? he's fucking boring, head constantly hiding between a few books. he probably doesnt even have a personality to begin with.
were you sleeping with him?
after all the things you did to scaramouche, he wouldnt be doubting that you maybe also fucked around with your best friend. the thought of it made him jump out of his bed, throwing his pillow against a wall before heading to the shower.
he was so lovesick, he couldnt even admit how jealous he was. fuck, he misses you. he misses you so much that he set his mind to visit you after showering, even though he tried his best to ignore you. he couldnt do that anymore.
you were laying on your bed, your books and tablet scattered around you. you tried to concentrate on your studies, on how you felt before you started to fuck around with scaramouche, but you only sighed frustratedly. albedo was right. this was all a big mistake.
albedo left some hours ago, giving you some space for yourself to think about the whole situation, but you instead chose to study and ignore the aching pain in your chest.
albedo gave you a whole lecture on how stupid you were, on how you're gonna get your feelings hurt and mind destroyed by scaramouche, and you knew he was right, you really did, but you couldnt help but feel the way you feel right now.
your train of thoughts got interrupted as someone started banging against your door furiously, and you stood up in surprise and hurried to the door, not checking who it was before opening it.
in front of you stood your favourite indigo eyed man, hair messy and very obviously annoyed and irritated. he didnt even ask or say anything, just pushed you away to enter your apartment.
you were surprised to see him here, after ignoring you for weeks and getting out of your way on purpose when it always used to be the other way around.
"i fucking hate you!" he shouted in your face, pacing around in your apartment, trying to find any words.
"chill out for a second, handsome, how did you find my address?" you asked him, closing the door behind him after scaramouche entered your comfy 25 m².
he just rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips. "ask me something more difficult next time." he quoted his old text messages.
"the fuck you want here anyway?" you answered him annoyed but also somewhat adrenalized. this is the first time you talked again after like 2 weeks? 3 weeks? you couldnt even remember yourself.
"you! i fucking hate you." he yelled again, coming closer to you before using his arms to push you around a bit, getting physical with you. you stumbled a few steps back but caught yourself in time before landing on your ass.
"you just show up in my life and turn everything around without even thinking about me!" he cried out, his own hands finding its way in his hands and pulling on his own hair. "the past few weeks i tried everything to forget you, to forget the way you make me feel, but.. i just cant."
you raised your eyebrows in shock, not expecting a confession like this when he first entered your home furiously. "what do you mean?"
"FUCK. i mean that i cant stop thinking about you. i cant stop thinking about how you touch me. you ruined me for everyone else. no one compares to how you make me feel, and i hate you so much for this." he paced around your small room again, his eyes moving around from you to the floor and to you again, arms moving around everywhere.
he was stressed as hell, and he didnt know why he was here, in front of you, digging his own grave, but there he is, embarrassing himself to his bones.
and all you did was stand in front of him, looking at him with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing like a fish, trying to find fitting words. you couldnt explain how you were feeling right now, you just knew that you were incredibly happy and relieved.
"say something." scaramouche nearly begged, being frustrated with the whole situation.
he wanted things to go back to normal, to have you under him, doing anything he says without being told twice, to do all uni work and still humiliate you for funsies.
but thinking about going back to that time also hurt him, thinking about how you wouldnt talk to him more than you needed to is something he didnt want.
you slowly stepped up to him again, definitely getting closer to him and his personal space than anyone else dares to do, and you use your finger to lift his chin up, looking at him mockingly.
"now was that so hard to say?" you looked down in him. his face turned red again, trying to ignore your wandering eyes on his face, looking on the floor, eyelashes already a bit wet from shame and embarrassment.
"look at me when im talking to you." you demanded, squishing his cheeks between your fingers again and he looked up to you, breath stammering and gulping.
"is this what you want?" you raised one eyebrow mockingly, the grin on your face getting bigger and bigger.
scaramouche became frustrated with your behaviour again, too embarrassed to admit that yes, he needed this.
instead of answering, he pushed you back again, but followed you, shoving you on your own bed.
your back was pressed to the mattress and scaramouche sat down in your lap, leaning forwards before he pressed his lips on yours aggressively.
you were surprised at how eager he was, but no way would you let him lead and dominate you. this is your job.
you threw off all the books and your tablet from the bed with your arm in one swift motion, and then grabbing scaramouches waist as you change position, rolling on top of him while he is laying underneath you.
he didnt let go of the kiss, of you, his arms wrapped around your neck while your hands press down on the mattress beside each side of his head.
he let out some soft sighs and pants throughout the kiss, occasionally letting out a gasp or muffled moan.
you took the opportunity of you being on top, pressing your ass on his dick and making him moan more often now.
his hands wandered from your neck into your hair, pulling on them desperately as you suck on his tongue. god damn it, he felt fucking amazing.
you started undressing him slowly, breaking the kiss to remove his shirt, your lips on his right afterwards again before he could even take in a breath.
you didnt care though. you waited so long for him, you want to break him apart now.
you started kissing from his lips down to his jaw and neck, giving him bites and hickies all over that area. "you've been waiting for this for quite some time now, havent you?" you teased him, rocking your hips on his as you gave his collarbone special attention.
"fuck.. fuck yes." he groaned out, trying to grab your hips but you grabbed his hands immediately, pressing them down above his head.
"dont even think about this." you threaten him, and he looks at you with wide eyes. "i will not be touching you if you dont listen to me. understood?" scaramouches eyes widen in surprise, ready to whine out. he cant have you leaving him hanging once again, he needs you more than anyone else right now, so all he did was nod and look into your eyes.
"use your words." you demanded.
"y..yes."
"is that all?" you asked in a harsh tone, making him feel so much smaller than he actually is underneath you. his face got a soft pink blush around his nose and he looked away, everywhere else but in your face right now. "yes.. m..ma'am."
you could feel your pussy clench at the way he looked so embarrassed as he called you this name. you lived for embarrassing him.
"good boy." you answered and you could feel his dick twitch right through the shorts you were wearing.
you started kissing his body again, this time taking your time at his chest as you felt it heaving so cutely for you. "id love to fuck these tits." you grinned, looking up to him and seeing him hide his face inside the crook of his arm. "maybe next time."
his heart stopped beating for a second before it sped up in pace right afterwards. next time?
but before he could ask anything, you stood up from his lap, grabbing his waist once again before turning him around and pulling his pants down in one swift motion.
"H..HUH?" he asked surprised, looking back to you and seeing you eyeing his ass again. just thinking about what happened last time made his dick throb in his underwear, already being stained by precum anyway.
you were very happy with how things were right now, scaramouche underneath you and submissive, letting you use his body to your liking.
"ever got your ass pegged?" you looked up to him with a big grin, visibly ecstatic before pulling his boxers down too and touching his butt.
"n..no why the fuck should-?" but before he could finish his sentence you sinked your sharp teeth into his ass, biting him until there was evidence of your teeth on his butt.
he let out a small scream and let his head fall back into his neck, eyes closed in pleasure and pain. "i fucking hate you." he then said and you only giggled silently.
you stood up from his legs, grabbing into your nightstand to pull out your pretty pink dildo and scaramouches eyes widened in shock and lust, jumping up immediately.
"aint no way this gonna fit.." he mumbles.
"dont worry. ill make it fit." you returned, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer to your face again, pressing your lips on his harshly.
he opened his mouth instantly, welcoming your tongue in his mouth. fuck, he really cant resist your touch.
he leaned into the kiss and let out a small moan when your fingers graced his dick, playing with the tip and using his precum to make him wetter.
you let go off his lips and his dick and he let out a whine. he waited so long for this, dont stop now.
but instead of kissing him again, you leaned a bit back and pressed he colorful dildo on his lips, and he looked at you, slightly confused.
"what are you-?" he started, but you already pushed the tip of the sex toy into his mouth.
"sadly i didnt prepare any lube.. guess your spit has to make it wet now."
seeing scaramouche choke on the dildo made your heart swell in pride and joy, he really looked majestic like that. he grabbed your hand quickly, scared that you might shove it down his throat completely.
his heart was beating faster, scared of messing up. it was the first time of him sucking on a cock, he didnt want to look like a fool, he didnt want to disappoint you.
he tried to relax his throat to take the toy more in, sucking on it and looking at you through his lashes. inch for inch he took more in, putting on a small show for you.
you couldnt help but gasp a bit, pussy wet and aching for him. but you had to hold back, this was about him and his pleasure now.
"see, so you can be a good boy for me without throwing a tantrum. no need to be so bratty all the time.~" you teased him and he tried to look at you angrily, the toy in his mouth ruining it a bit for him.
you were still in your clothes which bothered both you and him, so you let go of the dildo in your hand, but scaramouche held it firmly anyway.
you quickly got rid of your shirt and shorts, sitting in front of him in your underwear while he was completely naked. when scaramouche saw your body in front of him, so close, he let go of the sex toy in his mouth and instead stared at you, biting his lip, trying to hide the faint blush on his face. he thought that you looked stunning.
you took the dildo out of his hand and kissed him again, pressing him onto his back while he leaned into the kiss, hands grabbing into your hair.
while kissing him you grabbed into your nightstand again, this time pulling out a bottle of lube.
scaramouche opened his eyes at the noise and let go of you when he saw the bottle. "wait what?? didnt you say you dont have any?" he bickered around and you laughed silently. "of course i have lube. i just wanted to see you suck on my dick." you teased him once again.
"you fucking bitch." he returned, visibly angry and embarrassed again, hiding half his face with his hand.
"oh c'mon, you looked really stunning. the show you put on made me nearly loose my control." you said as you kissed his jaw and neck downwards to his chest and tummy, getting dangerously close to his dick, which was still standing and throbbing regularly.
"cute. how can you satisfy anyone with this small cute dick?" you bullied him and he turned his face away in shame. "fuck off." was all he said, ready to shove his foot up your face but you only giggled and pressed a kiss on the inside of his tender thigh.
you heard him let out a small whimper, back finally relaxing against your pillows as he closed his eyes. you just smiled against his thigh and pressed down a few more kisses on them before taking the bottle of lube, opening it and using it on your fingers.
you grabbed the insides of scaramouches knees and pressed them up to his hands, signaling him to hold them.
it was embarrassing for him, but he didnt care anymore. he just wanted you on top of him, destroying him completely, so he held his legs and spread them, being completely naked and open for you. "good boy.." you mumbled as your fingers started rubbing on his anus, making him shudder at the cold feeling.
"we need a safeword." you said, looking up to his face and he opened his eyes in frustration. he thought you would finally fuck him properly.
"safeword?"
"yeah.. in case you dont like it anymore." you explained it.
"i know what a safeword is you dumb fuck." he said angrily, and you gave him a slap on his dick, making him moan out in pain and pleasure, arching his back and shoving his butt closer to you.
"dont get too comfy now." you said, and he looked at you apologetically.
"fuck just choose anything! i dont care."
you took his dick into your hand, stroking him a few times and watching him mewl in pleasure.
"coconut?" you asked.
"y..yeah yeah whatever" he said, enjoying the pleasure that you were giving him right now.
you took your lube smeared fingers and slowly inserted one inside of him while watching his face and facial features.
his eyelids fluttered and he bit his lip, grabbing the bedsheets as he tried to get used to the unknown feeling. you didnt move your finger yet, waiting for his consent.
he slowly opened his eyes and gave you a nod, signaling you to move your finger, so you did. you kissed him on the lips again, trying to make him ignore the initial pain in his butt.
he wrapped his arms around your body again, kissing you a bit sloppily as he moans into the kiss, moving back onto your fingers.
after a few minutes you heard him mumble against your lips. "m..more" he said before pressing his lips on yours again. you took the invitation to slowly insert a second finger into him and you felt him flinch and whimper against your lips. you let go off the kiss too look at him, but he pulled you back down again, not wanting to let go of the kiss.
you moved your fingers and he whimpered against your lips, biting down on your underlip. man, you really wanted to ravish him, but you had to hold yourself back a little more, for him.
you started scissoring your fingers and scaramouche started enjoying it a bit more, all kinds of moans and groans leaving his mouth. "f..fuck this feels so.." he started, but got lost in pleasure, losing his train of thought once again.
after a few more seconds you pulled out of him, making him shudder underneath you, opening his eyes slightly to look at you. "just do it now." he started bothering you again and you gave him a slap on his thigh. "shut up."
you grabbed underneath the bed and pulled out your strap on, making his face heat up slightly, but you only smiled at his reaction and put it on.
you’d never ever felt this way around anyone before - you could feel your panties growing more soaked by the second from anticipation. but it really wasnt about you right now, it was about him.
scaramouche really didnt expect to be fucked senseless when he made his way over to your home, and yet, his mouth was dry and his face was hot with embarrassment? fear? neediness? he didnt know. all he knew was that he wanted this feeling gone and your body on top of him.
scaramouche sighed happily when he felt the toy slowly, very slowly gliding into him, head falling back as he winced at the initial pain. you paused for a moment, letting him get used to the feeling.
after a few seconds he nodded again, signaling you to push in deeper. he groaned as you pushed in further, the size of you causing a burning sensation, even despite the lube and preparation earlier.
you pressed light kisses around his forehead, cheeks, jaw, neck, trying to calm him down.
he breathed heavily as you pushed in more, more, more, filling him up deliciously before bottoming out inside of him. scaramouche felt like his whole skin was burning hot, tears pricking in his eyes as he grabbed your arms, pulling you down to him and pressing your body on his as he wrapped his arms around your body.
you pushed your hips back towards his, rolling your hips in a slow pace as his body twitched underneath you.
"fu.. fuck i hate you so much." he reminded you again and you laughed in a low tone, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face. "want me to stop?" you asked and he locked his legs behind your back, taking up your space to move away.
"no!!" he gasped as you continued to pound into him, head thrown back into the pillows as moans, grunts, your name and even a few ma'ams leave his lips continuously. a very visible bulge appearing on his stomach made him gasp out, tears leaving his eyes and smearing all over his face. "dont stop, fuck, please dont stop.." he moaned out loudly.
"i should stop." you continued to tease him. "after all these months of you destroying my life, it really should be fair if i leave you hanging." you grabbed the inside of his knees, pressing them to his chest and putting him into a mating press. "you deserve this."
scaramouches mouth was left open, tongue hanging out and drool leaving his mouth. he was completely gone, trying his hardest to concentrate on what to say. "s..so-sorry. im so sorry fuck im sorry" he slurred out, trying his hardest to not come too quickly.
"is this how your mother taught you to apologize?" you grunted, slapping his thigh and ass hard, making him mewl out.
"fuuck I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have- I shouldn't have put through you all tha-fuckk." he moaned out, looking down to where your and his body connected.
"I will stop I will stop I promise I won't bother you anymore just please..make me cum." hearing him choke on his own words made your chest fill with pride. you finally broke him.
his hands tried to hold anything of you, grabbing your bra that you still wore and opening it, throwing it away, his eyes all over your chest now, watching the way they bounce while you fuck him hard.
he was fucked out and you barely even started, using his body as a mere fleshlight for your toy, teeth gritting as he felt a familiar sensation build up in his stomach as the toy continuously pushed against his prostate, making him see stars through the tears in his eyes.
"cu- cumming. fuck im so closesoclosesoclose" he slurred out, completely drunk on pleasure.
"eyes on me." you demanded, and he looked up from your chest to your eyes. "want you to look at me as you come." you continued, and scaramouches heart skipped a beat. fuck. you really wrapped him around your finger.
you took your hand and grabbed his penis, playing and stroking him a bit to increase the pleasure, sending him off the edge as he came all over his body and your hand. you took a few seconds to fuck him through his orgasm before slowly standing still, only both of your heavy breathings heard in the apartment.
you smeared the cum that was left on your hand on his chest and stomach, painting him full with it as you teased him again, his body still shaking and spasming underneath you.
"fuck, i could do this all day." you said and he bit his lips at the thought of that.
"not gonna take any pictures this time?" he asked and you grabbed the polaroid camera on your nightstand.
"oh you bet i will."
☆☆☆
HELLOO <33 this is gonna be the last part i dont think i have much to add to the story anymore.. i hope you all enjoyed it and thank you so much for hyping me up the past 2 weeks <3 it really meant a lot, you guys made my days and nights.
1K notes · View notes
m0nsterqzzz · 3 months
Text
Something Small
Tumblr media
pairing: wanda maximoff x gn!reader
summary: you and wanda celebrate your one year anniversary, and she makes you cry. Happy tears of course.
warnings: tiny mention of death of a loved one, wanda making reader happy cry? literally just fluff
a/n: so this one means a lot to me as when I was a kid, my dad always used to play the guitar for me before I'd go to bed the same way his mother did for him. When his mom died, he stopped doing it. i was a kid so i didn't understand how much it hurt for him to even hear the sound of a guitar, but now that I'm older i understand it much more. I understand it even more now that's he's been deployed for over a year and half and even the sound of guitar makes me sad. He facetimed me the other day and played for me when he learned I was having a hard time sleeping, and i instantly burst into tears. My mom hasn't always been the best, but my dad has. So this one goes out to him even though I would rather die then show him my tumbler account. also, just rewatched the nanny diaries because scarlett johansson, and i remember how much i fucking love that movie so if you havent seen it, watch it.
song used as one dad sings because its the song my dad always sung for me: "Sweet Pea" by Amos Lee
The day you told Wanda about your childhood was the day she realized she loved you. It was weird timing but it was the way your eyes shimmered as you talked about your parents and siblings that made something inside her change. It was a look of far gone happiness, one that she wanted to make come back. You’d been dating for six months at the time, and she had recently told you about her brother and parents. “They sound like amazing people.” You’d told her, and she appreciated the way you didnt add a, “they were”. It's strange, but something breaks inside her every time someone reminds her they're dead. 
You told her you felt the same way as you told her about your father, and she’d replied with, “It’s because you love him. No matter where he is, no matter what changes in your life, that’ll never change.” She understood it in a way nobody else in your life did, the same way you understand her.
She’s never really believed in soulmates, but if they did exist, she's sure your hers. When she told you that one night as you guys were getting ready for bed, you just smiled and kissed her. You’ve known she was yours since the very beginning.
She was recently sent on a week-long mission, and she’ll be back just in time for your one year anniversary. You both agreed on getting something small for each other, so you bought her a few books she's been talking about recently and some new rings. She’s not a big jewelry person, but rings are something she cannot leave the house without putting on.
The sound of the front door opening takes your eyes away from the TV screen, and you jump up from the couch to run to her. “Wanda!” “моя любовь!” She catches you as you jump into her arms, holding you up with two arms and closing the door with her foot. You move back a bit to look her in the eyes, and it’s silent as you stare at each other with admiration. She has a small cut above her eyebrow, and a bit of dirt on her. Other than that, she seems fine.
She doesn’t drop you as she leans in to give you a kiss, but she does gently set you down as she takes off her shoes and tells you, “I missed you.” 
“I missed you too witchy.” You say. You guys stand there in the entryway for what feels like forever, embracing each other in silence before she decides to go take a shower.
When she comes back, she practically forces you to sit down and relax so she can serve the food even though you tell her she should after a mission. Wanda’s always been like that. Caring, even when she really just needs to be cared for.
You guys eat dinner while you talk, the previously silent room being filled with laughs and sighs of contentment. She doesn’t talk about the mission, as she always says she doesn’t like talking about work during her moments with you. She always tells you about them as you guy’s get ready for bed, and you listen to every word no matter how tired.
You guys always split the duty of dishes. She washes, and you dry and put away. It’s a boring process, but doing it with her always makes it worth it. The redhead then leads you to the living room as she uses her powers to turn on your favorite movie. She goes to grab something from behind the couch, probably a present, and you immediately stop her, “Can I go first? Please?” She nods without hesitation, almost like she's relieved she doesn’t have to go first.
Sprinting to your guys bedroom and then back, you join her on the couch and hand her the back. It’s sparkly green- her favorite color, even though everyone thinks it’s red- with white tissue paper. She basically throws the tissue paper behind her with a smile, which turns into a full on grin when she reads the titles of the books you got her. One thing about the witch is that she's easy to shop for. When you first started dating, a list of the books she currently wanted was placed on the fridge right next to the grocery list. You had simply laughed it off, but she continues to update it over time and it's become increasingly helpful.
Then she sees the rings, ones she had pointed out in a thrift store a few weeks ago. She slips on her fingers, and it takes everything in you to not make a comment about how hot her hands are. One is made up of tiny fake pearls, and that one goes on her pointer finger. Then a skeleton bone one, which goes on her ring finger, a small gold one with a red stone on it. That one goes on her pinky. Then a white one with a gold line going through the middle, which goes on the pointer finger of her other hand. She seems happy, and that makes you happy.
She gives you a small kiss and then mumbles against your lips, “Thank you my love.” The redhead sits up straight again, giving you a nervous smile and reaching behind the couch to grab something. She brings out an acoustic guitar, one similar to the one that your dad would use every night when he would play you a lullaby. In fact, right down to the tiny spot of blue paint marker your brother put on the side of it when he was five, it's the exact replica.
“So I um…..I tracked down your aunt.” Your girlfriend begins, not quite meeting your eyes as she fiddles gently with the strings. When you were a teenager and your father first died and your aunt came to pick up his things as she said you and your brother couldn't keep any of his stuff, you wanted to scream at her and rip the instrument out of her hands when she grabbed it. You don’t feel that way about Wanda holding it.
“After a polite conversation and a little bit of threatening, she handed over the guitar.” You giggle, bringing a small smile to her face. “Then I went to Clint and Laura, who spent a very long time teaching me how to play.” Your smile grows and she begins playing a familiar tune. The one your dad played. “They got very frustrated with me very quickly but they said since it was for you, they’d help me learn the song your dad made you. So I went to your aunt again and kind of stole the sheet music. I’m not very sure if that woman likes me.” “That’s okay honey. She doesn’t like anyone.”
You both quietly laugh before she clears her throat and says, “So I’m going to play it for you. I just hope you don’t hate it.” You don’t have time to tell her that you could never hate a gift from her before she's playing the chords. She messes up a few times, but it’d really be no obvious to someone how did not grow up hearing the song. Her honey-like voice fills your ears and it's like you're right back there, laying in bed with your favorite stuffed animal and watching as your dad easily moves his fingers over the frets.
“Sweet pea, apple of my eye. 
Don't know when and I don't know why.
You're the only reason I keep on coming home.”
Her voice is different from your dads, but that only makes it ten times better. You can quickly feel tears begin to form in your eyes.
“Sweet pea, what's all of this about?
Don’t get your way, all you do is fuss and pout.
You’re the only reason I keep on coming home.
I'm like the Rock of Gibraltar, I always seem to falter
And the words just get in the way
Oh, I know I'm gonna crumble and I'm trying to stay humble
But I never think before I say”
A few weeks ago, Wanda had laid with you in the dark and quietly asked as she was falling asleep, “What the hell is the Rock of Gibraltar?” You had tiredly told her what it was even as confused as you were, and it makes a lot more sense now.
“Sweet pea, keeper of my soul
I know sometimes I'm out of control
You're the only reason I keep on coming”
She is out of control sometimes, but you know how to bring her back. Actually, you’re one of the only people in her life that can.
“You're the only reason I keep on coming, yeah
You're the only reason I keep on coming home”
She lets the tune ring out into the silence as she concludes the song, and she doesn’t meet your eyes until she hears you sniffle. You have tears streaming down your face, and she instantly panics. “Why are you crying my love? Oh god. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. Was it that bad?”
You send her a smile despite the tears and shake your head. “No. Happy tears Wands.” She sighs in relief, wiping your tears with her sleeves as you take a deep breath. “That was beautiful.” You lean into her touch as she caresses your cheek. “When my dad died……i hated the sound of music. I wondered how something so amazing could exist  if something as great as him couldn’t.” She nods in understanding. “My siblings would try to play for me, and I literally broke a piano once because of how much I hated the sound of instruments. As I got older, I got more used to hearing music, but I didn’t exactly enjoy it. It was mine and my dads thing. He would go to work for a long time and I’d barely see him but I knew that at the end of the day, every single day, he’d be there to sing to me. So many things changed over time but that never did. Until….well until it did.”
She listens as you talk, humming everyone in a while to show she's listening but also stays silent so you can talk. You run your fingers gently over the wood of the guitar as if it’ll break if you touch too hard. “But when I met you……you played music everywhere. In the car? Music was playing. Making dinner? Music was playing. Hell you get in trouble constantly for wearing earbuds on missions so you can listen to music. And at first, I struggled with it. I wasn’t going to admit it because I knew how much you loved it and I’m happy I did it. Because now, I don’t associate music with how mad I am at the universe for taking my dad, but with you. My favorite person.” Her eyes sparkle in a way that makes you want to wrap her in bubble wrap and protect her from anything and everything.
“You’re my favorite person too.” She says as she leans in to hug you, burying her head in your neck. “And I love you.” Your girlfriend adds as she places a gentle kiss on the side of your neck. “I love you to Wands.” You mumble.
You don’t see it, but she lets one arm release you and places it in her hoodie pocket, squeezing the black ring box tightly. If she wasn’t sure before, she is now.
103 notes · View notes
ughgoaway · 2 months
Note
WAIT WHAT THE FUCK DID I MISS WHAT HAPPENED WITH LILY AND TIA I NEED INFO THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING
- 🦀
okay so... a lot!
tw; mentions of murder and inappropriate tagging...
speedy rundown; tia didn't tag a fic appropriately, stranded pt 2, where matty was revealed to have been plotting to kill reader. there was 0 mention of dark themes in the tags. and that's fucked.
multiple people DMd tia, and I know that anons also had the same issue, idk who those were! tia freaked out, refused to believe she was in the wrong, and didn't tag it. then, when people were vulnerable with her about why she should, she still didn't care.
she tagged it days later, still with an inappropriate tag but whatever. still refused to believe she could ever be in the wrong, and acted like she was being personally attacked.
(more things happened but I don't remember everything)
also, I posted that teaser for the Vegas fic, then found out tia had also done a married in vegas thing, but I honestly didn't care because its not a unique plot.
but then tia messaged me, "Wild." with my post attached. I asked for clarification on what she meant (I knew what she meant, but I wanted her to say it) she claimed it was "autocorrect," which... isn't how it works. I was nice, and apologised for the "misunderstanding" (in hindsight, too fucking nice.)
the same thing happened to molly, but 100x worse. molly used 3 words in a fic of hers, genuinely 3 words, that tia had used those words as a fic title. And molly thought it was a cute little reference. tia did not take it that way.
she then went on a tirade claiming that molly "copied her" and "didn't give her credit"... OVER 3 WORDS THAT ARE A COMMON PHRASE. she was so horrible, and it really affected molly. Thank god she ignored tia and blessed us with more of her work. but she almost didn't because tia couldn't get her head out of her ass.
the things she said to molly were horrible. and she never let it go and started claiming that everything molly did was a copy.
she did it with tropes too. no one could dare write a fic with a vaguely similar plot. god forbid we have fun fucking hell.
anyway, back to the tags thing;
Tia still was being childish about the tagging thing and deactivated because she couldn't fathom that she was wrong and people didnt just bow at her feet when she "apologised" (didnt actually apologise but i digress).
then lily, her little puppet, came on and started it all back up. and accused people of things that were in no way true.
but guess what- she ran away too!
and let's just say tia had a fucking history.
oh well, over now and we can all be happy and write fics with APPROPRIATE WARNINGS. and can share tropes.
I hope they're both happier away from tumblr, because I am without them here lmao
44 notes · View notes
eunoiaastralwings · 1 year
Note
This ask has been on my mind since like FOREVER 💗💗💗💗💗💗
I was wondering if you could do a feanorians x little brother ft nolofinwe where y/n was born very weak and frail but was still loved by his family dearly just that because of his frail body he's constantly bullied and hit by other elflings (and maybe some adults). Whenever he sees his brothers and father he feels so utterly useless but bottles everything up .
Make it end up in fluff please 🙏🙏
Thank you and have a wonderful day/night ❣️
characters feanorians x little brother reader ft. Fingolfin
fandom tolkien- the silmarillion
a/n am still uneasily writing about kids - so I made it into a headcanon. Idk if this is what you intended am sorry - so you can request else where because idk what else to do this - but I hope you at least like it @oggy4god
warnings angry overprotective family members xD
FEANOR:
Tumblr media
As your dad - expect him to treat you the same as any other of your brothers. He doesn’t care whether or not you were born weak - Feanor still wants to achieve your goals and dreams, like each of his other sons did. He would help you achieve it too. 
Eru forbid if he witnesses anyone bullying you he will turn their lives to literal hell. He would protect you with his might and title - the most important to him being a father. He will allow no harm to come upon you. After your bullying incidents he keep just an extra eye and care on you - letting you know you can always talk to him. He will be extra caring on your side. 
If you ever feel useless compared to him - he will tell you otherwise and make you shine with your skills, no matter how small they may be, he is so proud of you.
NERDANEL:
Tumblr media
I love her, OK? I could not miss your hot momma out. Just like Feanor, she wouldn’t see you any less. You receive a little more attention from her (sometimes your brothers are a little jealous of this but they understand and love you) - more care too. She will encourage you and help you every step of the way to help you achieve your dreams - she sits with you day and night.
Nerdanel is someone who doesn’t like to use the terms “weak” or people referring to you having a “condition” - she likes to think you were extra blessed by Eru, especially when you start to show your kindness and uniqueness to the world - showing your hidden talents. She is the proudest mother - and she shows it.
Your mother would be first to witness the change in your moods - you starting to get depressed. She knows you very well and finds the reasons behind it without having to even question. She likes to deal with it quietly - but if your bullies ceases to stop, she is not afraid to take it to the next level. If she uses her title among the Nolder for anyone, it will be for her children - especially you darling.
Sometimes she cries herself to sleep - thinking about all that you had to face alone and how hard it must have been for you and why you didnt come to her.
In seeing you like this - she understands depression and other mental illnesses so she advises and helps to start therapy or retreats among elves - knowing it is more common than one would think.
Oh - and if it comes to having to get getting revenge on the kindergarten moms who bullied her kid. . . oh, she will ! ! !
Nerdanel consoles her son -and then takes her revenge on those who mistreated him.
MAEDHROS:
Tumblr media
As your oldest brother - he advises you like a 2nd father, he isn’t afraid to step in when Feanor is away to come and protect you. He lets you take it a little more easier in training. When you cannot achieve anything as fast as your brothers - he sits down next to you and comforts you with small pet talks. He tries to make you feel better about yourself by telling the number of times he failed before achieving something - letting you know how things take time and life isn’t about a race. Mae tells you to believe in yourself and that is the most important thing - he tells you to listen to yourself and the people that are family - “They say many things - but you mustn’t listen to them, but to the people you keep in here” - points to your heart.
When you finally learn to achieve a level in your training - he has the biggest proud face. He picks you up and places you on his shoulders, cheering for you. 
MAGLOR:
Tumblr media
While your mother invites therapy for mental health - your big brother Maglor creates songs to boost up your self esteem. Ever seen music fights? - Yes, he does that to your bullies, before filling you with a heart warming and encouraging song like in those Disney movies - he becomes Baloo (The Jungle Book) or even Genie (Aladdin).
He becomes your personal cheerleader - singing from the top of his lungs as Mae carries you on his shoulders.
CELEGORM:
Tumblr media
While he doesn’t show it well - he loves you greatly. If he ever sees anyone bullying you and making you feel bad about yourself - big bad brother Tyelko is going to threaten the very lives of your bullies, he becomes the bully of your bullies LMAOO.
He then feels better and drops in front of you - wrapping his arm around your shoulder insisting you go for a hunt that’s the only way he knows how to comfort. Otherwise he gets either Nerdanel, Mae or Maglor.
Expect Huan to be the bestest boi to protect you from big bad brother Tyelko is away to bully the bullies that tried to hurt you.
CARANTHIR:
Tumblr media
If anyone learns of you being mistreated first, it is your overprotective big brother Cara - he sees red when he sees or hears of someone bullying you. Cara would straight up punch them in the face - he doesn’t care who/what they are: “HOW DARE YOU EVEN THINK OF LAYING A HAND ON MY BABY BROTHER?!”
His words are searing with deadly anger - making them cower in fear. He will make sure they apologize to you - the one that you deserve. While Cara is caring, initially he is mad at you for hiding or bottling up everything. Afterwards he vows to let no harm come to you. Cara knows what it is like to be judged on - because of his ruddy freckles skin. 
Slowly the both of you become closer to each other like this - gradually opening up to each other and he has the proudest look on his face when he sees you defending him, small tears even gathers in his eyes.
CURUFIN:
Tumblr media
Like Cara - he is so mad you had no one told anyone of your mistreatments, he will report straight to Feanor. He doesn’t know how to comfort - he never learnt that so he pulls you to the others to give you comfort, though he becomes the extra pair of eyes to protect you from anyone who dares to mistreat you. He can be a little hard on you at times - but when he learns he’s causing you hurt too he immediately stops - he does care deeply for you but he doesn’t know how to help you otherwise.
AMBARUSSA:
Tumblr media
Please - if your older twin brothers ever sees someone hurting you - expect them to prank (and scare) the life out of them. They are letting no one hurt you in any way - they take on their roles of becoming your big brothers very seriously - even if at times it seems like it doesn’t.
Sometimes during training they purposefully fall behind you making you go ahead of them or failing on pretend - because they love seeing that triumphant amazed smile on your face once in a while. They will literally do anything to make you happy - once even daring to cut the hair of your school teacher that was giving you a hard time - “He doesn’t deserve it - if he cannot treat someone as amazing you right ! ! ! - Even Atar isn’t mad at us!”
FINGOLFIN:
Tumblr media
Best Uncle Nolofinwë seeing this precious little nephew getting mistreated? - Oh, he will not allow such a thing to happen, for a split second he is about to lose his anger like your father - but he controls it and does it the right way of reporting it and making sure they achieve their punishment to even dare to think of doing such a thing to you. 
Afterwards - waiting for Feanor to come, he will take your hands in his and talk to you in a calm caring voice - telling you it is OK to feel like the way you and that everyone does feel like this once in a while - but the most important this is not let it cast you down: “You may think you only feel like this, young one - but we all do. . .Some are better at hiding than others and it is never good to hide it. We must accept that sometimes we need a little help. . .a little encouragement from the bad thoughts - and most importantly. . .you must never let these thoughts or words of others plague your heart, my dearest little nephew. . .”
Feanor is a little jealous and scowling at how his half-brother is having a moment with his son - expect your father to be in a sour mood and scowling at Fingolfin for a few moments before he turns to you and provides you the best of comfort - also severing the punishments for your bullying while your uncle shakes his head but offers your something in between a smile and a smirk.
Taglist form
tara's taglist: @wandererindreams @fizzyxcustard @ranhanabi777 @spidergirla5 @asianbutnotjapanese @floraroselaughter
89 notes · View notes
kitmoas · 2 years
Text
Only the brightest are seen in the dark
Summary: Being in nature really brings out a fun side
Pairing: WandaNat x Reader x Kate
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: Semi-Public Sex, strap on use (r receiving), Spit, Magic use, Play under Alcohol influence, Anal play (does that need a warning?), degrading, names, Dommy Kate :)
*As per usual, if I missed anything important let me know*
A/N: A little treat for the trick of the demonic witch Wanda fic not coming out quite yet. Just a quick, fun little drabble of our favorite little foursome. I didnt edit this sooo any mistakes are mine lol
***MINORS DNI*** ***18+***
Tumblr media
Training Grounds Master List // Kitmoas | Occult // Main Master List
Currently you are kneeling at Wanda’s feet, pouting, as you stare out the window at all the kids running around. She’s humming and dancing a bit in her spot as she stirs the pesto sauce that she is working on, completely ignoring the way you try to get her attention. The speakers are drowning out your whining, and if anything it’s just frustrating. Today was supposed to be a good day but the brunette can’t just let a few things slide. 
“You forget that I can hear your loudest thoughts without even trying, little toy.” Her magic vibrates against your skin as she tips your head back to look up at her. She just stares at you, one eyebrow lifted. 
Before the witch can continue the elevator dings and out piles Peter, Yelena, Kate, and an exhausted looking Natasha. Your girlfriend crosses the room, nodding her respect at the older woman before leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead. “When can we break the tiny one outta jail, oh Great Wiggly One?” The archer playfully bows, teasing as she gestures to your kneeling form. 
Your best friends run up, the younger spiders crowding Wanda as they smile widely. “Do not be boring angry emo, it is scary weekend!” The blonde swipes a slice of steak, gnawing on it as she walks away. She plops down at her spot at the table with her feet up on an empty chair. 
Peter nods shyly, still a bit nervous around the powerful witch. “Yes, please Ms. Wiggly. It’s Halloween, and whatever she did the punishment can wait, can't it?” Even with a touch of flush rising to his cheeks, everyone can see the young boy is finally getting comfortable with the entire group and even the dynamic. 
You can see the older brunette’s mask start cracking, a small smile twerking up the corner of her lips. She rolls her eyes, her magic flowing from her fingertips as she plates up the dinner. Following the brunette as she walks to the table, shoving Yelena’s feet off the chair before sitting, you lay your head dutifully on her thigh as you keep your focus on her face. “After you all eat, detka here can be freed from her apparent prison.” Her scarlet lips leave a stain as she takes a sip of her wine, her free hand gesturing at the rest of the table for everyone else to start eating. 
--------------------------------------------------------------------
By the time your group made it to the secluded section of woods, the festivities were in full swing. Everyone was laughing and having a good time, all the younger agents and even the young Avengers all running around. Kate, practically bouncing in her spot, as her fingers are tangled in yours. You know she’s trying to be a good dominant foundation, keep within the boundaries and rules because of your behavioral slip up earlier, so you try to not push her weakness too much. You can see Wanda and Natasha in your peripheral vision, the two giving each other a skeptical look as they observe the archer. 
The night was fun, everyone drinking and experiencing a Stark Halloween Bash. You were surprisingly allowed to drink, though Kate was taking her role very seriously and just nursing a single Apple Elixir. Already feeling a bit buzzed, your guard was completely down as you and Yelena stumbled out of the Zombie Hunt game. “I cannot believe you left me for dead! I’m your best friend!” She was screaming flamboyantly at you, a grumpy pout decorated her painted face. 
Peter and America rolled their eyes, knowing that this would be the argument. Ignoring the other two, your jaw dropped as you swirled to look at the blonde. “Excuse you! You literally shoved Peter into the horde then told America and I to go after him while you ran away!” 
Your argument is interrupted by Kate, who slips behind you and is lifting a cup to your lips before a word is even uttered. Sinking back into her taller form, she wraps her arm around you and lets a kiss ghost your temple. Muttered praise warms you from the inside, and adds to the fog settling over your brain. You barely register her sending your friends away, a smile on your face as you realize what your life is like now compared to years before. Swaying with the love of your life as you watch your best friends run around like children, screaming at the top of their lungs. “C’mon little Chew Toy, I got one more surprise for you.” 
The archer has to support your body as the last drink fills your veins with the burning alcohol, falling over your own feet and air. You're walking away from the lights and action, deeper into the dark woods and it suddenly feels chilly when you’re not under the heat lamps. Voice slurred and slow, you try to ask the brunette where you’re going but she just shushes you. Leaning you against a random tree, she traps you there as she looks down at you. 
Tipping your chin up, she pulls you in for a kiss. It’s heated almost immediately, her lips moving against yours too quickly for your muddled brain to keep up with. A pathetic whine tears through your teeth as she pulls away, and takes a few steps back. Before you can complain, two figures drop down from out of the tree above you. 
Gloved hand covering your mouth before you can scream, and it’s only when you see the crimson mist hovering in the air that you realize who it is. Wanda and Natasha are standing side by side, dressed fully in black even with masks over their faces. You look around trying to find Kate, but you realize that here in the dark you can barely see her as well. Her dark hooded costume makes her almost melt into the shadows while your bright nonsensical costume stands out aggressively. 
You’re being pulled around, shifted and shoved, as the three silently manhandle your body. Cool leather touches your bare thigh, making you squeak at the temperature change. “You know, your Mommy really made a good choice putting you in this slutty little skirt.” The ginger’s voice is rough, raspy in your ear as she gropes your ass. 
Unsure if it’s the alcohol buzzing through your system or your natural reaction to the widow, but you’re already starting to feel warmth growing in your stomach. Kate slides up next to you, her calloused fingers roughly tangling in your hair as she yanks your head back to look up at her. Running her free thumb down your face, cooing at your unfocused eyes, she pops it past your lips. “Such a dumb lil thing, already can’t think and your Daddy has barely touched you.” 
A twig breaks and you see Wanda hovering a few steps back, her fingers dancing with a small red orb. She just shakes her head, a stern look on her face as she pointedly stares at Natasha. The feeling of the ginger’s hands cupping your breasts, makes your eyes flutter, the thin shirt barely a boundary between the two of you. Her soft touch as she pulls and twists as your nipples is always something that overwhelms you, lighting the fire of arousal deep in your bones. 
Kate drags your focus back to her, smashing your mouths together in a messy kiss. Heated and forcing you into immediate submission as she forces her tongue in your mouth, her grip still tangled in your hair at the base of your skull. Just like every other time the two of you kiss, your heart stutters and your breath catches in your throat. The way the archer claims your mouth is different than how anyone else ever kisses you, such a casual dominance filled with the most pure feeling of love and adoration that you truly get lost in it. 
It wasn’t until a low vibration began spreading along your stomach, making your muscles twitch, that you tried to pull away from your make out session. A rough yank on your sore nipples makes you yelp, tearing your face out of the young Avenger’s grip. “Nuh uh, Malyshka, focus on what you’re feeling.” Her grip on your breasts drags you back, grinding into you as you moan. The feeling of a hard bulge draws a wet spot on your flimsy thong, your arousal finally leaking through. 
A broken moan falls from your open lips, when the ghost of fingers slip along your slit. Rubbing your clit as Natasha grinds into you, Kate is unzipping her costume. Holding onto your jaw, she lets you have a few moments of drooling over her flexing abs as they come into view. “Such a pretty mouth making such pretty noises already.” 
The vibrations grow along your clit, slipping down to your leaking hole. “Enough playing around, people are going to start looking for us and today isn’t a day that I want to share the Toy.” Wanda’s voice is stern, directing her attention at the Russian who has been barely touching you. You feel more than hear the ginger chuckle against you, her bulge rutting into you and forcing the misty orb to slip into you. “If you’re going to fuck her, get to it. Unless you can’t get the courage to, are you scared of the woods Natsy?” The mocking tone makes you clench around the small quivering sphere. 
Drawing you in, the archer slips two fingers into your mouth. Shoving them down your throat, her lip slipping out to lick at her bottom lip. It doesn’t take long for your fuzzy brain to start reacting, mumbling out Puppy the more she gags you. Strands of drool start dropping, catching along your jaw. “Open your mouth. Let me play with my little Fuck Toy.” Not another second of warning, Kate’s drool covered fingers roughly gag you before ripping from your mouth. 
Heaving mixes with your whimpers, the magic filling you pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Eyes fixated on how the CEO in front of you strokes her dark purple strap, covering it in your drool. “Yea, cmon Master. Don’t get all soft on me now.” Kate’s voice makes you whine, shrill and catches the attention of a few lower level agents who try to see what the commotion is. A deep resonating growl pulls from the brunette’s lips as she forces her strap into your mouth, muffling the loud gag. 
The magic within you is leaving your thighs shaking, growing as it vibrates in you. It didn’t take much more than the mutt mocking her for Natasha to finally jump into the game. Flipping up your skirt, she slips your thong to the side. Taking a second to watch the way you clench around the leaking scarlet, the ginger finally lets a strand of spit land on your puckered hole. 
As her hips push the head of her strap jade eyes flicker up to meet dark ocean, she teasingly lifts her eyebrow. “Don’t get too cocky now, Mutt. I know you won’t last longer than Toy here, maybe you’ll even break the little witch’s rule of the night.” Between the anger that flares in Wanda’s magic and the way the two Avengers thrusting into you at a competitive level, you had a feeling that this would be the end of Halloween for you but the start of something even more fun. 
263 notes · View notes
Text
save me lord(e) please save me
i struggle with the concept of religion because i've never quite understood the belief on an omnipresent something watching over you and giving you a path or whatever that's supposed to mean.
i went to church probably 15 times in my life when i was younger and i was bored all the time. i took the first communion when i was 10 because my parents made me do it. (i just wanted to taste wine and receive money from my family tho) but i remember that by that time i already rejected the concept of it. maybe because i was deppressed from the very age of 8 years old and i wanted to kms since then (im over it rn fyi), so the whole god thing it wasnt much enough to make me have faith in anything because i already thought i suffered more than jesus.
i've never been much close to my family, im a single child too. not to blame them really, but my parents did the bare minimum so i had to create my own moral codes from way too young. i teached myself, and educated myself on everything i know of since i was a kid. i took the responsibility of being the emotional support of adults as a child because they didnt know how to be parents nor communicate their feelings with each other (or me, for that matter). i hided my own. and when i was on my breaking point i took care of myself at 13/14 i think? and made myself go to therapy because i knew if i didn't i wouldnt be here today —i had to convince my mom, changing the reason i needed to go and i made her lie to my dad because he "doesnt believe in that" and so on—. my parents were clueless all the time 'till i grew up and told them my story on a crisis i had in the pandemic. they are still not the best parents you can find but i moved on from being resentful and made somehow peace.
i remember i was quite interested in the whole lucifer arc and the apocalypse stuff. when my catechist was explaining the 7(i think?) days of creation or etc i was reading the very end, fascinated as a kid reading the hunger games. probably my father's fault since he loved to watch the conspiracy shows in history channel about nostradamus and so on in the living room's tv. and also maybe because i loved chaos and i never fitted in anywhere so naturally i didnt even try.
i hyperfixated on greek gods if that helps.
at 13 i met the 1975, my favourite band (if it wasnt obvious at this point). and the first songs i listened to were girls, me, and antichrist. and i know it's very likely that you think im exaggerating but antichrist is doubtless the purest most real song i heard in my life. and i think about it a lot. the whole journey the band, and matty especially, made about religion made me think a lot through the years. i agree with him tho, but i made that entire journey when i was 9, as they said men do drugs once and discover the same things girls have discovered alone in their bedrooms at 13 years old. and today religion is a thing so foreign, and distant to me; sometimes i wonder if im missing something by not being part of that feeling.
i can't wrap my head around it, i cannot process faith because i don't find it logical. however when im lost i sometimes find myself asking for signs to "the universe", so it's complicated. i also think it's better for people that feel lost to find a communion of some kind than ending up being addicts or worse, liberals. and i also think some religions are waiting for people to have misery to sign them up on their cult.
what is religion really? what is god? is there one? or two? or millions? but what about science? the big bang? evolution? capitalism? media? how can all of that make some kind of sense altogether? i said already i am skeptical over probably everything, but the truth is that science is also a common agreement of stuff and "hard" evidence, but we don't have the certainty that things work like that in the whole universe, so technically it's not an absolute truth, it's just what works. but what is the whole universe? i trust science over anything ofc that's not what im trying to say, the thing is i lose my mind every now and then when i dig that up. because you end up thinking you are so tiny and irrelevant to the whole universe, the whole thing we live into. are we even alive at this point? is this reality real? and i know it's stupid deep thought thinking you have when you are a kid but i wrote something about this years ago in my diary and im going to quote it:
(i wrote it in my native language so the translation may suck a bit)
"(...) the human being is perfect, nature is perfect. the society is a mess but synchronously is perfectly designed to still work. what's the goal of humanity? some people believe in god, not me tho. i sometimes think people are simplistic and conformist with the unknown. weak deniers of the search of the truth. the systematization almost automatic that is used on people as individuals of each culture, each society; with the vague idea of making them believe on free will, and the freedom of choice. when there's something existing over us that influences us, dominates us, and drives us like cattle. but what is this really? (...) the different "types of control" influence all of us so we achieve an end to society. nobody question said unknown end, because they believe, they have faith; on themselves and their meritocracy, the destiny god prepared for them. to the reach of a post-civilization with all the answers, from the firm and fair science that at the same time is clinging to nothing, to the not knowing blindness. the problem with humanity is believing but not fighting for the answers. the problem with humanity is trusting in "what exists and what doesnt exist" as a concept; when you can find somehow the solution on untrusting and not believing on absolute truths, because all of those are influenced by human subjectivity. civilizations are built with absolute truths, "civilization or barbarism". the barbarism never was that much stupidified. do we live in a simulated civilization? i dont know, all i know is that i know nothing."
lately i've been thinking about religion as a support group for people, but the institution makes me yikes. i've been thinking a lot about lots of things.
and i find myself in the context where everything i know of is taking another meaning now. maybe religion is what conveys the society altogether, maybe it's something else. i don't know. the world was always at war because of religion, and the preponderance of one over another. noone can convince me that religion has nothing to do with the world war we're living rn.
i consider music as a support group, i have my own friends and we like the same things (i dont like people who i dont think somehow alike). and i like my music as a representation of my personality too. i believe one is what one consumes. i grew up here, on tumblr, and i know what i write now will probably resonate with you too.
what i know most of is possibly reading patterns on people. and what i am wondering right now is if we, as a whole, and our generation specifically, walked away too much from the "love your neighbor" premise. i may not believe in religion, but i believe in collectivism as a way to live, as a gear that sets society in motion. and me, personally, i am a hater of everything and everyone. but i can deal with it, i dont think society will. we can't make the bad people disappear, and we can't kill them all (sadly). so lately i tend to believe i have the knowledge and the wisdom to be the adult and choose to make peace with the evil, to stop fighting for making people change, and go build community, the safe space, the home, with the people who are predisposed to listen. because individualism will kill us all. and we cannot save ourselves alone.
lorde said explicitly "if you're looking for a saviour well thats not me". but here we are.
Tumblr media
happy easter to those who celebrate.
7 notes · View notes
wooahaes · 2 years
Note
mingyu + 9!! love ur writing <3
sleeping beauty
Tumblr media
pairing: non-idol!mingyu x gn!reader
word count: ~1.0k
warnings: fantasy au! mingyu’s got a curse. a mention toward sleeping gyu getting kisses he technically cannot consent for (in order to try and break his curse). slight angst as reader misses him, but there’s a happy ending <3 intentional lowercase + no proofreading.
daisy’s notes: this is technically 970 words so i didnt break the 1k rule!!! i am thinking abt prince gyu.
Tumblr media
the prince was sleeping when you found him.
you’d heard the story a thousand times over, a prophecy etched into being. one day, he’d fall asleep as dictated by the curse in his bloodline. one day, his true love would find him and break the spell. you’d heard the story, as did many other kingdoms--but you hadn’t fully believed in it. a person could have more than one true love. you had grown up knowing the prince, too--mingyu was the kind of person who captured the hearts of many. you teased him over it often, after all, and he always threw a charming smile your way before saying that his heart only belonged to one.
wonwoo watched you from the doorway as you stood by his bedside. he’d brought you there in secret that night--the only others who knew being the king and queen. you hadn’t wanted an audience when you saw mingyu--you weren’t sure you could keep it together. “are you going to try?”
mingyu had been asleep for over a year now. it was strange, to be honest: so many had tried to break the curse. his betrothed broke down in tears before her family called off the engagement--as if mingyu had chosen for her to not be the one to break the spell. you’d even personally brought spellcasters from your own kingdom to try and end the goddamn curse--as did so many others. the day joshua returned to you and told you he couldn’t help, you almost broke down in tears you just wanted to see your friend’s face again.
“it’s not going to be me, wonwoo,” you said. “i just... i missed seeing him.”
“so do i.” wonwoo shut the door behind him. “all of us do.”
“is it really fair?” you looked up. “that multiple people have kissed him by now? like that’s the only way to show love? he’s still a person, wonwoo. not just a handsome face.” you hesitated, but reached out, brushing his hair back from his face.
wonwoo watched you with a frown. “i know.”
“i miss when we’d sneak into the kitchens and cook together,” you said. “his staff would always try to stop us because it’s not something we should do, but he’d cook more so that they could have some, too. you remember.”
wonwoo did. he’d caught the two of you before, as did seungcheol. seungcheol was a little more firm in scolding the two of you for sneaking off again, hand in hand and giggling to yourselves over what the two of you could get into. there were ways to warm that knight’s heart, though, and food was always tempting enough.
“it’s just... it isn’t fair, wonwoo.” you ended up sitting down next to mingyu, a hand laid over his. they’d been draped over his stomach, blankets snug to his sleeping form--falling just underneath his chest. “i wish it’d been me.”
“that isn’t how it works--”
“when he wakes up, we’re finding a cure.” you curled your fingers tightly around mingyu’s hand. “so that he never has to watch his son go through this.”
wonwoo said nothing at first. “i’ll help.”
“i know you will.” you could feel a lump form in your throat. “wonwoo... can i have a minute?”
he nodded, saying he would stand watch outside. just to give you a few minutes alone with one of your closest friends. you waited until you heard the door shut to let go. tears welled up in your eyes before you let yourself break down crying, tightly holding onto mingyu’s hands. at least you had the telltale rise and fall of his chest to tell you that he was alive.
you wiped away your tears with one hand. “no matter what it takes, i’m going to help break this curse for good.” you leaned forward, brushing your lips against his forehead. “you’re never going to have to see someone else suffer, mingyu. i won’t let it happen.”
with a deep breath, you went to let go of his hand. to compose yourself and leave. yet his fingers twitched, curling instinctively around your own as you watched him breathe in a shaky breath. his brows furrowed together for a moment, eyes squeezing completely shut. you pulled your hand free, springing away with a muffled yelp as you watched the color return to his face after so long. the door opened, wonwoo already calling out to you before he saw mingyu stirring.
neither of you  moved as mingyu opened his eyes, sitting up. he looked between the two of you for a moment. “good morning--”
you didn’t hesitate, rushing back to him and throwing your arms around him. you could hear wonwoo taking off, already calling down the halls to wake the royal family. mingyu merely stared at the space wonwoo had once stood for a moment longer, before realizing that you were crying into his chest.
“i thought--” you hiccuped, “i thought you’d never wake up--”
he pulled you into his arms. “how long have i been asleep?”
you looked up, about to wipe at your eyes when mingyu reached up to do it for you. “over a year, gyu,” you said, voice wavering. “i didn’t--why did...?” you stared at him, and something clicked in your mind. that meant... you were his...?
“why did it take you so long?” mingyu said, already smiling. “it’s always been you. you didn’t realize that until now?”
you smacked his shoulder, “you were engaged, idiot. i wasn’t going to confess to you when you were engaged.”
he only laughed softly, hands finding your own. “i’m glad it’s you,” he said. “i was hoping it would be. i told you...” he pulled one of your hands over his heart, just so you could feel his heartbeat. “it’s yours. and it always will be.”
149 notes · View notes
bandtrees · 3 months
Note
for the warriors ask game :D
🗺 : first map you ever watched?
🖼 : first amv/pmv you ever watched?
(I used to watch MAPs religiously those are my jam)
yay thank you! warriors ask game except the questions are all weird and niche as hell!
know: my memory is bad. i've been into wc for... well over a decade now, so these are probably not accurate xP my first warriors video was i believe a spoof video about ashfur and squirrelflight, but my first map and amv? uhhh unsure!
🗺 : first map you ever watched? - i didn't actively watch maps as a small kid, or at least i don't think i did? the first map that i entirely remember watching was during my second major warriors phase by the time i was closer to... 15 maybe?? as opposed to my earliest memories of wc which are from when i was 10 or younger lol. little fang, which is making me genuinely super misty eyed to rewatch, it's just so so good, from the style to the designs to how well it gets into jayfeather and his family with only animation and music, the composition of every part is so good, the designs, all of it. the sole reason little fang is one of my favorite songs to this day it might, miiight, have also been evelyn evelyn? that one was certainly one of the first maps i ever watched that stuck with me. the dovewing kinnie has entered chat
🖼 : first amv/pmv you ever watched? - i cannot remember. i watched sooo many amvs as a kid. not my FIRST amv, probably, but one of the earliest i recall is ashfur's revenge, which is delighting me so much to rewatch. this one was formative for me, i miss the style of flash-animated warriors amvs that (obviously:() aren't around anymore. i also have such a soft spot for tigerclaw is not one of thunderclan, one i was thinking about the Entire Time i was writing the exile scene in spottedfur's pride lol. i still love it so much, this is my first time rewatching it in like... a decade, im sure. its so good. im kind of blown away as i rewatch these that they ARE as good as they are, cuz i feel like it's common in the warriors fandom to treat old amvs as some cringeworthy lost art (in general i have strong opinions on how (unintentionally)cruel the internet starts being to things as soon as they enter "nostalgia" territory) - but there's still, like, genuine talent in these. there's a reason these amvs were as popular as they were, and not because we were all cringe 10 year olds who didn't know better, lol. also reminds me of tigerstar and the dog pack(be prepared) - which is one i have the most vivid memory of watching on my family computer, hehe. in general i love corvus katana's stuff, past and current oh my god i will never get this ask posted because i keep remembering ones that helped, like, form a lobe of my brain growing up. HOW TO SAVE BLUESTAR'S LIFE YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS!!!! I AM TOTALLY NOT CRYING REWATCHING IT. YOU ARE. YOU ARE. cant believe i had a phase where i hated bluestar - i think everyone did because they spontaneously realized she was imperfect, immoral even at times, and made mistakes but hadn't developed the media comprehension to realize she was... actually meant to be complex and troubled and not just a perfect leader. god. bluestar. god. god. g (im also gonna use this question as a chance to gush about old amvs that i remember that are unfortunately lost to time: a hollyleaf one to hurricane by thirty seconds to mars (!!!! THIS ONE WAS SO FORMATIVE BUT IM LIKE 80% SURE ITS LOST MEDIA), bluestar heart heart head (PLEASE tell me im not the only one who remembers this one!!! i was devastated to learn it wasn't iconic or reuploaded anywhere (as much as i also think, again, in the nostalgia-sense, people act entitled to things like old amvs or people's art or whatever else)), NIGHTCLOUD GIRL WITH ONE EYE CHANGED MY LIFE?and... probably more of course that aren't coming to me now xP
i. didnt expect to ramble as much as i did with this? i just can't put into enough words how formative warriors amvs and the like were for me growing up :'DD they were my major start for digital art and animation (something i did a lot when i was younger but fell out of over time, but god i'd love to animate again, maybe do a classic wc amv to spottedfur's pride or something lol)
thank you for the question! I am so incredibly normal about warrior cats.
7 notes · View notes
harrysrealgf · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
TAKE IT OFF
soccer!harry x popular!reader
summary: Harrys a soccer player who would absolutely die for you. You’re a popular pretty girl who gets all the attention and Harry doesn’t like it. You end up talking with the cute new kid and one thing leads to another.
warnings:smut
i apologize in advance, i cannot write smut
—————————🌷🌷🌷—————————
You was practically a soccer mom to Harry.
You were at all of his games and took pictures of him like he was your own child. You loved taking care of people but people thought you were so mean because you’re one of the most popular kids in the school. you absolutely loved the attention people gave you, but harry doesn’t at all.
You guys were laying on Harrys bed, Harry was laying on his back and you were laying on his stomach.
“Y’coming to m’next game?” He randomly asks.
“Course i am. Who else is gonna take cute pictures and videos? When is it?” You looked at him and smiled sweetly.
“Its in two days. Y’know how pretty you look today?” He looked in her eyes. They both sat up.
“Oh so im not pretty any other day?” You joked around.
“N-no what i meant was-“
“Sounds like someone wants to fight,” You smiled.
“Oh c’mon honey, y’know id win in a heartbeat.” He smirked.
“Oh yeah?” You put your hair up.
“Mhm. Come on baby fight me then.” He smirked he really just wanted you on top of him
They wrestled/fought for a little bit until you won.
“I let y’beat me.” Harry smirked.
“You’re just saying that. You’d never be that nice.” They were silent for a little bit. “H?”
“Yes?”
“Can i give you a hug?” You refused to make eye contact.
“Of course baby. Y’okay?” He nudged her closer to him and she got in his arms
“Yeah im good. I just love your hugs.” You smiled into his chest. cringy. i hate being single
—————————🌷🌷🌷—————————
At school you just wanted to be with Harry already. Everyday all you looked forward to is seeing him and watching his practices and going to his games.
You raised your hand to go to the bathroom.(to go on her phone and text H)
In the bathroom you pulled out your phone.
Y/n: baby i miss youuuuu
H: wanna leave during lunch?
Y/n: yessssss
You turned off your phone and went back to class.
—————————🌷🌷🌷—————————
Lunch was coming in a couple minutes. You just wanted to leave. You hated being at school with all the fake people.
“Hey.” This guy who sat next to her said.
“Oh. Hi.” You said blankly.
“Do you have the answer to number 6?” He asked
“Oh- um.. No i don’t. Whats your name? I don’t think i’ve seen you around.” You laughed nervously.
“Lucas. And yeah im new here. But… could you answer this question for me…” He wrote down on his paper real fast.
He pushed the paper in-front of you and it read, Will you go on a date with me?
“Listen— um Lucas was it?” He nodded “You’re really sweet, and i know you’re new so you don’t know but… i have a boyfriend and were pretty committed so… No.” You said nervously.
“Oh. Im sorry i didnt know.”
“its okay,” The bell rings for lunch. “Ill see you later Lucas.” You went to your locker and after you put all your stuff away, you go to find Harry, only to see him talking to a girl from your class.
You walks up to them “Hey H.” He gives you a side eye and then turns to you.
“Ill see you later.” The girl says after walking away.
“Can we talk?” Oh God.
“Y-yeah.”
“Lets go to my car.”
In Harrys car you couldn’t help but think he was gonna break up with you.
“Are y’cheating on me? If y’are just say it now.” He looks straight in-front of him.
Ok not what you thought at all.
“No? Where did that come from?” You question weirdly.
“Briana Mccormick told me some guy asked y’out on a date, and y’said yes. I don’t want to believe her but please, just tell me. I wont be mad.” He said sternly.
“Briana Mccormick has the biggest crush on you H. Of course shes gonna try and break us up. But if you must know, he did ask me out on a date but i told him i had a boyfriend. So no H. Im not cheating on you.” You said with almost a duh tone.
“Okay. I believe y’honey. Sorry ‘bout tha’.” He blushed and looked at you.
“Its okay! If you want to talk about anything, please tell me. Okay?”
“I love you baby.” He reached over and kissed you deeply. He rubs his hand up and down your thigh going dangerously close to your clothed core.
“Lets go somewhere more private.” You guys pull into an abandoned parking lot.
He reclined his seat back and moved it back.
“Cmon baby.” He patted his lap. You went and sat on his lap and kissed him more, grinding slightly.
“H… Take it off.” You moaned quietly. “Please.”
“Anything for m’pretty girl.” He slid his pants down and then his boxers. You slid your pants and underwear down.
“Who’s cunt is this?” He says playing with your hole with his fingers.
“Yours. Its all yours.” You closed your eyes.
“Damn right.” He moaned at the sight of you.
He pulled his fingers out and licked his fingers clean. He pushed his cock inside of you slowly.
“Faster please.” You rode him a little bit.
He went faster and faster.
“Fuck honey, m’gonna cum. Y’cunt feel s’nice.” He moaned
“M-me too.” She moaned as she came. He came right after.
“One day m’gonna breed that fuckin’ cunt.” He bit his lip and kissed her. bc
45 notes · View notes
dragoncookies · 8 months
Text
ENTP misconceptions
For awhile I honestly thought I was an ENTJ (at first even INTJ but I was goin through a ruff time when I discovered MBTI we'll just put it at that). I can get REALLY ambitious, and then ruthless/strategic with how I go about things in order to see it through. I even bullet journal, and make planners for months in advance just so I can keep track of all my ambitions. Some people would consider me Type A because of how eccentric I can be and how detailed I can get with how I spend my time.
What they don't know is that my poor use of Si causes me to do things like work on projects for four hours straight and watch the hours tick by until its 1 am and, oh no! I have somewhere to be the next morning. This happens multiple times.
I also am a professional at winging it. People would be shocked at how many of the things I do are last minute choices, or put together the night before/the moment of. I mean, I cannot count the number of times I've said (tw death) "guess I'll die" every day.
Cannot forget the fact that during quarantine I would RUTHLESSLY argue about my favorite book characters to strangers online. I wrote pages and absolute essays that would probably get high marks if I fixed them up a little. I was a menace out there.
It was only after actually researching about the cognitive functions did I realize that there was absolutely no way I could have Te. Like, at all. I learned that my constant fantasizing and well of ideas for everything in the world around me was, in fact, a high Ne user trait.
I don't get fomo from missing out at a social event, I get fomo from missing an opportunity to put my creative resources to work to entertain people.
I like to think that I stray more towards the "Jack Skellington' entp type. One might think he's an entj because of how he has this goal in mind and then goes through every little detail to see it through, but what about him getting tired of all the routines in the beginning of the movie and wanting something new (Ne)? And when he finds Christmas town, what does he do? He analyzes the heck out of it, trying to figure out how it works (clear Ti use). So, even though the stereotypes might lead one to believe Jack is an entj, in actuality, he types as an entp.
Heres some IRL examples of how I might not seem ENTP.
For preface, I am an identical twin. I type as an ENTP, meanwhile my twin types as an INFJ (it is a very interesting relationship). Our highschool offered speech and debate. Guess who started taking it first? Not me, the entp. I didn't really know much about it and thought it was just a nerd thing. Then my twin took it and had a ball (I was lowkey was super jealous). Even though my twin is the "humanitarian" feeling type, they made for a terrifying opponent and had no mercy. My twin is also often thought of as way crueler than I am most of the time, where I am described more like a sunflower and they more as a thorny rose. My twin can get so passionate they turn argumentative, and if something doesn't fit the little storyland they build their world around, they argue a lot. So, my parents always said that they should be a lawyer. My twin can get so inside their heard (high Ni) that they act narcissistic and uncaring.
It irks me how one can pay so little attention to the world around them, but you'd think I'd be the cruel narcissistic one, who people say should be a lawyer. Because I am an entp.
Personally? I like writing poetry and going to cafes. I like reading and if I see that either side of argument can be argued for within reason, I won't feel like arguing. So I don't argue as much. The whole reason I didnt take speech and debate at first was just because I thought I wouldn't enjoy arguing for things where both sides could be right (I now know I overlooked the beauty in the argument itself). The Ne/Ti/Fe/Si function stack applies to me completely, just not in the stereotypical way. Its pretty helpful. When I analyze things too much (Ti), I can recognize I am probably a little stressed. I also know that there are places in my life I should have SOME routine/structure just to be a more functional person.
So, when people say "MBTI isn't real/is pointless because people get different results all the time and how can 16 personality types fit everyone its so limiting"
Its not, really. You just have to let the idea cook inside your head and explore yourself and how you think for a little.
18 notes · View notes
evansbby · 8 months
Note
BESTIE IM SOOSOSOSOSOS HAPPY POYT IS OUT but idk i couldn’t shake the feeling that i was reading a different fic, everyone was super OOC like omega being more brazen and yelling, i always imagined omega as more of the silent type and homegirl was BOLD, steve was just soo different..he was kinda giving manchild and pathetic and just different and i mean poyt!steve is a MANCHILD but idk they just didnt hit the same. It was the ending i expected and was glad that omega got her happy ending but i just wanted angst honestly. I expected peter to take her away and steve just like find them somehow, idk it felt like i was reading a different story, were you perhaps influenced by other characters because they felt a bit off…Anyway it was long and really happy 5 is out! SO SAD TO SEE POYT COMING TO AN END😭 AAH I MISS IT ALREADY, i feel like poyt 3 was like my fav chapter of the whole series, it just slapped and you’re a fantastic writer and i hope this message didn’t offend you in anyway! I just wanted to tell you my opinion, I CHECKED UR ACC EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR A POYT UPDATE(not joking 100% serious)
Oof. So when I first read this comment about a week ago, I was pretty upset and hurt by it. Again, I feel like it is very tactless to say this to someone who spent so long writing something and was so nervous about it being posted.
But okay, let’s get into it then…
1) you felt like it was out of character that omega was being “bold” by being brazen and yelling bc you imagined her as more of the silent type. Okay. So you just wanted to read almost 40k words of her being shy and stuttering and having absolutely no growth while the worst things in life happened to her and everyone just walked all over her? You wanted absolutely no character growth? You wanted her to just remain quiet and docile and never be comfortable. You didn’t want her to stand up for herself when this madman Bucky is about to SA her? You wanted her to remain all bashful and shy and quiet and not show any emotion when she found out her mother left her? Okay then… Look, I’m a very quiet person but sometimes when I’m pushed so far, I WILL react. I think it’s extremely weird of you to think someone would just remain shy and docile forever when such terrible things are happening to her. It’s like… what exactly did you want to read??? You didn’t want her to react to anything?? All that being said, I feel like she still WAS shy in the moments that weren’t her mom leaving or the confrontation with Bucky. Like she literally still is shy, it’s only when she’s being pushed to the limit that she reacts like almost anyone else in her position would. Do you think shy people don’t yell? I’m really confused…. Because omega has lashed out in the other parts too. In POYT 4, and POYT 3 and even in POYT 2. So… idec what you mean by that being OOC.
2) Steve being a “manchild” Girl… idk WHAT fic you were reading before POYT 5 bc Steve has ALWAYS given manchild vibes. Like always. But I think I know what you mean. It seems like you didn’t like that big strong tough alpha Steve was acting “pathetic” and having panic attacks. Because God forbid someone make their characters react different to different things and God forbid someone make their characters multi-faceted, right? I’m sorry it “didn’t hit the same” for you, but I don’t know what you thought you’d achieve by telling me this. I’m proud of how i characterised Steve, and many have told me his progression was realistic and the panic attack made sense. Steve has always been all over the place with his emotions, ever since POYT 4.
3) i literally cannot believe how you’ve actually sent me this and I will not be gaslighted by anyone chiming in being like “omg that anon didn’t mean to be rude” bc idec. This WAS rude. You’re complaining because the fic “didn’t hit the same” and you didn’t get what you were expecting. Fair enough, feel that way all you want. But I wrote this fucking behemoth of a fic for free, and I don’t need to see comments like this. Idec if you sprinkled in a few compliments at the end bc this was the most backhanded thing I’ve ever read. To the point where it’s almost laughable bc either you meant to be rude and backhanded, or you’re just not self aware enough.
“I expected Peter to take her away” okay? Do you want me to apologise for not writing the plot the way YOU wanted it to go? Bffr. Anyone who knows me knows that I am not a fan of cliche stuff like that, I never intended for him to take her away. “I just wanted angst” There was angst. It was very angsty. If you want a more angsty fic, write one yourself.
“Poyt 3 was my fav, it just slapped” this is the most backhanded thing ever 😂😂😂😂 it’s like you didn’t want any progression, any resolution. WHICH AGAIN, that’s fine if that’s what you’re into! But write it yourself jfc.
I just want to ask you this. If you had written a 37k fic over the course of more than six months FOR FREE and then nervously posted it, only to get a backhanded message like this one… how would that feel? I mean it’s one thing if I was a paid author, then you can criticise me all you fucking want bc at least you’re paying me to read my shit.
But to read it and come back telling me the characters felt off, that you felt like you were reading a different story, etc etc. It is not nice. I remember reading this message a week ago and I literally burst into tears bc I was so sensitive. I wish you’d sent this not through anon so I could keep note of who you are and maybe block you or keep you away from my writing bc honestly? I don’t want you even reading it. But oh well.
And I know many of you will read this and say I’m overreacting but I don’t care. This is me being truthful. This wasn’t nice. Goodbye and please unfollow me.
8 notes · View notes
i went on a 2 week trip to China in 2019 with my sister and my mom for her work
i've been thinking about it recently so...
here is a list of some of the foods i miss! (for context we were in Kunming for the first week and in the second week we and a few of her clients went to Dali and stayed there for the rest of the trip)
firstly, bayberries. genuinely best fruit. my sister and i loved them so much that the woman who organized my mom's workshop, and was basically our guide, kept buying them for us as a treat.
secondly, Yunnan flower cakes. the food that prompted me to make this list, as i was going down a dessert rabbit hole and suddenly remembered to look them up. pretty good, i don't think my sister liked them very much, but i did.
ok i cannot for the life of me find what this dish was called, but! it was essentially just a bowl of tiny fried shrimp with the shells still on. one of the best things i ate there, very stabby but it added to the experience.
actual genuine milk tea. the stuff in the US is just not as good, at least in my area. i was introduced to milk tea/boba while i was there by my friend, the daughter of the man who owned the place my mom was teaching at. (she was supposed to write us letters to keep in touch, but if she did, we never got them. she also never gave us her address so we were relying on her for this)
in the same vein as the third one, in Dali we got small shrimps on a stick. also very good, and stabby. this one i did actually find a picture for but not an actual name or anything. Dali just had pretty good street food.
unfortunately, i didnt have many opportunities to have a lot of good congee. except for the congee made by Wendy, one of my mom's clients. (i only remember her english name sadly, she had studied english in college and was a better translator than the translator that was hired) i had gotten food poisoning on the last day so, before we went to the airport, she invited us to her apartment and gave me ginger tea and congee. im pretty sure i watched chicken run with her son (who was like 5 or smthing). i believe it was chicken, and it was the best congee i have ever had.
shout out to Chinese dairy queen for actually being good. unlike US dairy queen.
Yunnan rice noodle soup. i almost forgot about it. best noodle soup. like ever. i think about it a lot.
outside our hotel in Kunming, there was a food truck. this food truck sold all types of stuffed bread items. my favorite was, i believe, after strenuous amounts of research, baba. it is basically flat, round, stuffed bread. i think about this a lot too. i think the one we always got was stuffed with pork.
Baozi.
thats everything i can remember rn. i might expand this list in the future if i remember more. (shrimp pics under cut)
Tumblr media
(Bonus picture of our meal at the flower market)
Tumblr media
2 notes · View notes
ivanzplaid · 2 years
Note
That poor reader in that white death fanfic you wrote! It both scares me and intrigues me. Like, did he do a bunch of research on them? Does he know them inside and out? Did his hatred become an obsessive enamored feeling?
omg this is like the first question ive been asked about fics i write im literally so excited, ao id be happy to answer!!
im assuming you mean the assassin! reader from To Love the Old Days, But Prefer the New, always feel free to ask more questions!! im literally so happy that you thought more about it, its nice to hear <3
In the Assassin! Reader fic, the reader was hired years before by their handler, even though it wasnt in their line of work, to steal valuables from The White Death, of course with everybody knowing his reputation the reader didnt waste time and went with the easiest thing to grab, turning out to be luggage full of money and certain drugs as payment for one of his associates
the reader is sensible and has been doing this work for years, knowing the job like the back of your hand. the reader knows how to react and how to finish something off smoothly. this particular job went messy, the reader isnt used to this type of work, so when the white death realizes hes missing an abudance of money, it was particularly easy to figure out who did it
you were on his list immediately, but even with knowing who you are, and sending his own men out to look for you, you manage to stay well hidden, hes not the first person to search for you. hes deployed people that havent come back and hes realizing that youre more intellectual than he assumed, and thats really when his obsession grows
youre right, it started with him disregarding you and focusing on more important work, but as time went by he caught himself thinking more and more of you and who you were
he tries to figure out who you are, and he does as much as he can, but the information is scarce, you dont have an active digital record, and there are no people who have connections to you, he gets aggitated and it becomes obsessive after, he needs to know more about you, he wants to just have you so you arent able to go again like you did before
it was truly coincidence, since he doesnt believe in luck, that the business the readers friend worked at had owed him money, and it was immediately that when he saw the door open, and you standing there, that it was you
he feels a surge of emotions and he was to lash out and hold you, to drag you away from the previously happy work party, but he thinks its not good enough for what you owe him, he wants to make things more intimate, and to really close the space that has kept you two so divided, so he targets you specifically. when he kicks the reader down he feels things he hasnt felt in years, he feels energized and excited to see you like this, he wants more
i left it off on a cliff hanger, but im making a part two soon and ill expand on the white deaths feelings, and plan for the reader, but thank you so much for the question!! :)
im talking about this again but i love that you had questions, its like the first ones ive been asked about a fic and i cannot tell you how nice it is to expand on it 🫶🫶
22 notes · View notes
shadythetortie · 2 years
Text
I need some reassurance.
How long was your cat missing before they came back/were found?
Mazda has been gone for almost two weeks now. We're switching houses, she snuck out during the night through a hole in the floor we didnt realize furniture was covering, and then bolted. The house is demolished while we wait for the other one so she literally doesnt have a home to come back to. I'm currently living in a camper, roughly 100 ft from where the house was. The new house should come in around Sept 17 or so. We live on an acreage so unfortunately I have 40 acres of boreal forest/swampland she could be in.
I did find her up in a tree three days after she went missing, but as we were trying to get her down, she bolted off again before I could grab her. The tree was like 30 ft from where the camper is, and she was the one that meowed at me for me to find her instead of the other way around. So she was closer to the camper than the spot where the house was. I like to try and make myself believe that's because she knows where I am and wants to come home.
I havent seen her since, but I keep finding cat tracks in the mud by the dugout and the sand on the driveway. I'm trying to convince myself that it is her and not the other stray neighborhood farm cats that are around here. I would set up my camera but alas, no wifi, and I cannot afford a $500 trail cam to put out there. I do have 4 cat traps loaded around the acreage, but nothing yet.
Vet tech brain is being realistic and also spouting every little thing that could go wrong. Pet owner brain is frantically trying to be hopeful and countering with statistics and happy news stories about cats that went missing and came back after long periods of time. One of my best friends said his cat came back after 4 months - both reassuring and horrifying - a client told me hers was found 8 months later. So I know two weeks isn't very long but my god it feels like a year.
So if anyone has advice for finding an 8 pound, skittish, stealthy ambush predator in a forest the size of 25 city blocks, please let me know.
20 notes · View notes
dont-justdont · 2 years
Text
im writing this as i rewatch the episode again with much more attention and i give yall all the little details to look for (in chronological order, im literally pausing the episode as i go to write this down)
- on lestats first appearance, he holds a blue book (from what i read basically a register of all the prostitutes in the district)
- when paul arrives he tells louis the birds told him to come "but also one voice" and then louis cuts him off, i believe that voice is lestat (he appears on screan a few seconds later
- the mayfair reference at the diner table during breakfast
- he refers to his homosexuality before we even see lestat (when he arrives after going to church with his brother)
- the sazerac (the drink louis orders) is a classic new orleans' cocktail and is said to embody it's richness very well, started getting popular in the 1800's and then some more in the beginning of the 1900's
- the whole "your name is louis, of course it's louis" because lestat is french (although there might be something deeper than that but idk, im thinking it's because it's the name of the king from the time lestat was around in france (louis xvi) but it seems far-fetched, any thoughts?)
- when he talks about settling there, he looks at miss lily and goes "but there's the food" aka im a vampire (not very hard to tell but i thought id add it to the list) also can we appreciate louis' face during that interaction he seems so done
- lestat wanted to go to st louis at first (maybe thats way the whole name thing) which was one of the most developed cities in america at that time
- i cannot find the name of the song that the man is singing (the one who puts out the lights) and its driving me crazy. if anyone wants to search, it goes something like (on parlait raymond, raymond... aller simon, simon... lui parlait titi, titi... tomber dans le chagrin... elle lui parlait titi, titi... elle est tombée dans le chagrin... and i cant for the life of me comprehend what he says during the last line sorry) im not 100% sure about those because of the english accent (french is my first language) but yeah if you find it please tell me im dying to know
- at the poker table they mention the murders take place near decatur, which is a street where there was a shooting (in 1910). from what i read the whole thing was discriminatory and there was like a strong anti-immigrant sentiment and everything
- the black star line (the company on the tickets louis gives his sister) is a black led company that was made to encourage black people to participate in the economy as they were often left out (from what im reading it was mostly a shipping company so im confused about that one but yeah), apparently it started in 1919 so im also confused about that
- the sister's husband is levi freniere, referencing the freniere family in the book (babette's family)
- lestat's past being referenced at diner (although that's not really a detail)
- THE SAVAGE GARDEN REFERENCE
- the song he composed for nicolas:( "infinite beauty and sensitivity" yes yes yes yes yes
- SOMEONE TELL ME WHY LOUIS LEGS ARE CLEAN SHAVED IN DYING OVER HERE
- when tap dancing louis and paul set the rhythm before the musicians play (which is normal i guess but a nice touch)
- before louis and paul watch the sunset, we see two glasses : one full and standing, one on the side that seems shattered (foreshadowing hehe)
- louis didnt grow up in the house he lives in, they moved in when he was 7 (i just did a little math on the number of days they had been in the house), im wondering where he grew up
- im so so glad paul didnt die after an argument and instead sort of made peace with louis (although it took me by surprise since i was expecting a fight)
- "lily was a poor substitute" aka he killed her
- not a detail but can we talk about jacob anderson's acting in little confession box thingy (i dont know the term) because DAMN that man is talented
- "i give death to those deserving" aka lestat being lestat and only killing the bad people (although i dont believe lily deserved it)
- lestat's pupils stop being dilated when he gives his little speech to louis meaning he doesnt talk like that out of hunger/arousal but out of desperation/love
- louis' complexion goes grayish when he's drained of blood but it comes back
- lestat is missing a nail when he's down on the floor with his hand on his stomach (that's not important for the plot i just found it funny)
- THE BLOOD TEAR
okay now that was a terribly long post and im sorry about it, i just enjoy seeing all the work put into this show and thought id share the little things i notice, i hope yall are doing well byyye
15 notes · View notes