#i'm glad tumblr is more chill. kisses you all

[priceofreedom]

why are Aerith, Tifa and Zack ALWAYS the target in this freaking fandom

#leave them aloneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee touch some grass! #the imbalance is crazy i never see hate about ANY character but those three #like don't get me wrong i *don't* want to see people hating on any character at all #but why is it always them... they are so lovely and so well-written i just can't believe they get so much hate?? #i mean i know. it's because of the stupid ship wars #but goddammit it's getting more and more annoying 💀 #that's the downside to being in a huge fandom you can't escape the toxic bitches who never even played the games #i'm glad tumblr is more chill. kisses you all #in this house we love aerti and zack 💖 #my post

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Loki S2 Pre-E6 Thoughts

So I know that this is totally random content to give to y'all this morning, but I wanted to post up my thoughts about the series before its final episode airs tomorrow. I have, in the past, talked about my thoughts on S1 and how I really did like it until the last 5 minutes of Episode 6 and how out-of-nowhere-forced the Sylvie/Loki kiss felt (I was physically cringing about it).

Given how S1 ended, I was a bit wary about S2, but decided to watch it anyway, and holy hell I think Season Two is KNOCKING it out of the park. I'm loving it as much as I loved Moon Knight, and it's right up there now in my top 5. The episodes are SO cinematically beautiful, well written and flow nicely, the characters are all so charming, and the Mobius/Loki relationship is being built up so much that it COULD lead to more or canonization in the final episode. During the past 5 weeks, I've been lurking on the meta spaces for Loki on Twitter and Tumblr, and wow the nostalgia I feel for it, it SO reminds me of the hey-day of my Johnlock meta-ing before S4.

I think my only gripe right now with this season is that they wasted Sophia DiMartino... her character Sylvie feels like such a... filler character (like they just put her in there because she was in the first season and they didn't know what to do with her this season)? But I think ALSO she's meant to be a counter-mirror to Loki, to show that he ISN'T like her anymore, that he grew and changed for the better with the positive influences in his life, and unlike her he doesn't WANT to be alone and such. And they're REALLY making her so unlikeable this season for me... I'm glad that it's looking like they're pretty much not going the Sylvie/Loki route (and I honestly don't see how people who ship it think it will canonically turn around at this point), but the showrunners are having her have every interaction between her and Loki rather hostile, demoralizing, or toxic. And rather that, they're countering it by showing a more positive alternative for Loki with Mobius as his potential romantic partner. Which is fantastic because I've shipped Lokius since Mobius came on the screen in S1, LOL. I just think they could have done that in S2 without making Sylvie an unlikeable character (like have her be a cheerleader for them instead?) I dunno. It's a shame because I did like her in S1. Don't like her at all in S2. She's so MEAN to EVERYONE. To Mobius especially, like CHILL girl, let a man stress-eat, JEEZ.

And here's the rant I actually wanted to write this post about because I didn't want to clutter up other people's threads with it: So, every week, I usually watch breakdowns and review videos so I can understand the characters and their comic counter parts a bit better, and usually the breakdowns are really good because they show the nods to comic-canon things and such. But OMG these past two weeks, I had to stop watching the reviews because LITERALLY all of them ship Sylvie/Loki and are trying SO hard to prove that it's canon when the past few weeks it's only been more and more likely that it's not happening.

NONE of Big Name Reviewers (NRS and SC specifically, if ya know you know) acknowledged AT ALL the RIDICULOUS amount of romantic tropes and dopey staring that Episodes 4 and 5 had (Loki watches Mobius through a window the first time he finds him, and the second time before going to talk to Mobius again Loki LITERALLY groomed himself and then stutters like a lovesick teenager. It was very rom-com; and they're skirting around the fact that all the empty places in the TVA that Loki kept slipping to were ALL places that Loki tshared time with Mobius in... I CAN GO ON FOREVER HERE, AND AND AND that Loki is constantly panicking if he can't find Mobius). LIKE. NONE OF THE REVIEWERS, who literally break down all the episodes and point out shit like All That for het-ships, just won't acknowledge any of it!! They glossed over both Loki's and Sylvie's bisexuality confirmations in S1, and only briefly mentioned their genderfluidity in the comics and in actual mythology. I usually watch the breakdowns because I'm not familiar with comic lore so I find it interesting to learn about those backstories, as well as little details they find, but they've been dropping the ball ALL season, and EVERY one of them mention EVERY single breakdown that Loki just wants to get back to "his one true love Sylvie!!", like what are you smoking?!?!? I was getting SO FRUSTRATED because they skipped over LARGE chunks of E5, especially, just pointing out the surface level stuff instead. I literally turned it off after all that.

THAT ALL SAID, since episode one it's been clear that Sylvie wants NOTHING to do with Loki – she just wants to live a quiet simple life. Then when shit goes bad, she blames Loki for all the problems SHE caused, shits on Mobius every chance she gets, and then in that bar scene when Loki's bearing his soul to her, telling her that he wants his friends back and DOESN'T want to be alone, she basically is like "tough titties" and leaves him ALONE, showing she's not a friend at all.

But the reviewers literally just gloss over all of this. ANYWAY.

Ugh, sorry about that, that's been eating at me for like 3 weeks and last week's reviews finally just pissed me off so much because even casually watching the show I could see all this shit. I only REALLY started believing Lokius could happen after Episode 4 aired, and then Episode 5 had me reeling.

I am DYING to write meta about every episode as it comes out... I just feel that other people are writing better stuff than I could, and much faster than I have time for, and really it's nice to be on the reader side of things for a change. I just... don't want to add in my own two cents to their posts because I'd feel I'm intruding, is all.

I have lots of hope about where Episode 6 will go... like I'm feeling pretty good about them canonizing Lokius... However... I'm not gonna be disappointed if it doesn't get canonized simply because this is Disney and I am REALLY not thinking they're going to explore Loki's comic-canon genderfluidity and sexuality on a surface level.

Good thing I eat subtext for breakfast LOL. I lived through BBC Sherlock, hahah. BUT... can I get a third ship canonized in one year??? Is it wishful thinking? Oh, for sure. I hope so. I would be so happy if Disney even ACKNOWLEDGED that they love each other But I'm not expecting it. I'll be happy with another hug at least, or a forehead touch or hand holding. I'm a simple gal.

Honestly though, I do inevitably want the last episode to have Loki as the ruler with his friends, because they built up to this for 12 episodes, I DON'T want an unhappy ending for the sake of a twist or whatever. Truly let him be the Loki Who Remains (a callback to Episode One) as the Keeper of Time with Bea, O.B., Casey, and Mobius at his side <3

I LOVE the character development of Loki in this series, too. I legit didn't really care for Loki all that much in the MCU, but this series did the same to him for me that FatWS did to Bucky for me: Make me want to see MORE of them and their adventures with their new friends.

Anyway, thanks for reading and indulging me, I mostly just needed to get that rant out about reviewers and wtf people still think Sy!ki is happening. Feel free to discuss in the notes, I plan on posting a reblog with final thoughts after it airs on Thursday <3

#my ramblings #loki spoilers #loki s2 #not sherlock #my thoughts #marvel #lokius #long post #i love writing meta #just don't think people like reading it anymore #shitposting steph #some negativity in this post too sorry

[heartfullofleeches]

Heyo, waited a bit to see if you got my last ask I guess tumblr ate it oh well. Or maybe you went to sleep lol

I'm glad you're doing better, mental health is a battle. Glad you're getting some weed tmmr we all got ways to destress.

Hectic few days, got into a car accident nothing too bad just some bruises on my left uh tit? (Gender neutral is chest but that's boring) And today some lady who owns this vegan Cafe I went to for the first time tried to make me join her cult. Which sucks since her samosas were Hella good. Uhh and I also ran out of anxiety meds.

I volunteer as tribute for a kind and loving partner to Adonis, I promise to cuddle and kiss him after he drinks my piss!

Should I continue using emojis 🥳 or should I switch to kaomojis ୧⍤⃝💐

-Adonis piss anon

I'll have the house to myself tomorrow too which'll be chill. My mental health is all over the place but writing keeps me stable - even then I need a break every one in a while. Onto more important things, are you good??? I've been in a minor car accident before myself and while not being hurt badly I still get anxious at times on the road. I'd like to hear more about this cult stuff cuz what the fuck but I understand if you don't feel like explaining

Adonis would die a happy butterfly if he had a darling that treated him good and let him drink their piss

You can use whichever you prefer, but I kinda like the vibe of the one holding the flowers more

#Adonis piss anon #Devil answers

[levmada]

Hey Gee

Congratulations on 2500 followers! I'm rather new on Tumblr but your blog is already one of my favorites.

If you don't mind, I'd like to request prompt 'Grapple' ="sender manages to pin receiver while play-wrestling" for Eruri please. It's from the fluff list but I won't say no if there is some smut too but it's up to you of course.

Thank you :)

thank youuu! awe🥺im glad!!! i really hope you enjoy this fic then, i had a blast writing it hehe

//canonverse, no warnings, tooth-rotting fluff | 1.0k

“Levi, did you know that the freckles you have are supposedly where you were kissed in a past life?”

Levi groans and yanks the covers up and over his head, instantly thrusting him into a sea of stuffy air. But it's effective in combatting the early morning chill—especially while wearing just underwear—and the ways Erwin chooses to mess with him not even five minutes after opening their eyes.

“It’s too early even for you to be spewing philosophy,” he huffs, muffled under the puffy covers and still raspy. Despite that, Erwin is warm and heavy at his back, like a bear.

“It’s not philosophy,” he chuckles. His warm breath tickles his bare shoulder where he has unfairly stuck his head, penetrating Levi's cocoon.

“Conspiracy theory then.”

Erwin kisses the nape of his neck. “It’s not a conspiracy when the proof is before my eyes that you don’t have any freckles. It’s a problem to solve.”

“Tch…” Levi shivers as heat from his mouth slides down, covering where his neck slopes. “You just had a good dream, didn’t you.”

Erwin whispers, “I have a good dream right here.”

“You cheesy shit.”

Nonetheless, he melts as Erwin’s palm slides down from his sternum and his lips travel around his neck. Being doted on by Erwin will never be resistible.

But then he moves to unconventional places. Like his bicep, and across his pronounced shoulder-blades.

Levi makes an unhappy noise. “In my next life it’ll look like I have chickenpox.”

“I’ll apologize to you in person.”

“I’m touched,” he retorts.

Once Erwin’s kisses begin to tickle, though, he can no longer indulge in his game. Locking his throat against the manic little giggles building up, he playfully pushes back on Erwin's forehead and escapes by rolling onto his stomach.

Erwin chuckles. He's in danger.

“Hold still, Levi. I’m not finished.”

“Ugh.”

Levi squirms under him as Erwin dots kisses down his spine. He's not willing to escape and expose himself to the cold. Not that he actually minds it when Erwin is feeling this playful, even if it's at the asscrack of dawn.

“Did you know where you have bruises are supposedly where someone beat the hell out of you earlier that morning?”

Instinct jabs at Levi that an attack is coming. He ignores it.

Erwin slows to an abrupt stop, and then snaps into action. He bears down more and kisses every spot on his neck, shoulders, arms—anywhere he can feasibly reach.

He gawks as a strangled giggle wells up in his throat—no!

Erwin is so massive there's only one feasible way to get some sort of advantage without using his full strength. His biggest weakness is close combat after all.

Levi begins to thrash, throwing his arm back at an awkward angle and jabbing at Erwin’s side until he lifts himself up enough for him to shove himself back, sending them both toppling onto their backs.

Erwin squawks in surprise as they land bouncing in a ridiculous display at the foot of the bed. He's starting to laugh now, though. In fact he locks his ankles around Levi’s shins, pinning him in place as their arms fight to restrain the other’s.

Surely Levi will win a game of play-wrestling—it's not even his first time doing so, even though the whole affair comes off as an oxymoron in his mind. He has more strength.

Erwin is Erwin, though, and wins by slapping his hand down and tickling under Levi's ribs.

“You shit!” Levi tosses his head away from Erwin's teeth and groans to bury a disturbingly girlish giggle. “Fuck you."

“A win is a win.”

Levi arches his back and manages to get his free arm underneath him. He sneaks this by making it appear that it's trapped.

“A win is a win,” he mocks, and takes a handful of Erwin’s crotch.

He practically coughs in surprise, giving Levi the opening to tear himself free.

It's weird, since this isn't even real fighting, but he never feels this light and powerful.

He spins around, planning to leap again when the full force of Erwin’s weight comes crashing down on top of him, planting him firmly on his back. He's not out of breath, but Erwin's chest doesn't make it easy to breathe. No matter how he thrashes his limbs, Erwin is simply too heavy.

Erwin laughs gleefully, floating around the top of his head. “I didn't intend for things to go this far. But I actually managed to pin you down.”

It sounds like he’s underwater. “Yeah, all you had to do was crush me.”

"What was that?" he teases.

Levi internally rolls his eyes. It’s not so bad being crushed by his massive pecs, but he’s not about to admit that.

Levi continues to beat on his back, defiantly at first, but then growing slower and much weaker.

“Hng. I can’t remember... Everything’s getting dark."

“Levi, you can’t joke about that!”

“I can’t joke, you idiot,” he croaks. “I’m dead.”

“No!” he laughs, a thick and boisterous laugh that Levi loves. He raises himself up a little, and dots kisses all over his face.

“Agh.” Levi tries to dodge from this onslaught and fails spectacularly. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m resuscitating you. It seems like it worked,” he beams.

Levi scoffs, and turns his head away as Erwin traces his pronounced jaw with his lips. Added by the pressure of Erwin’s navel against his crotch, he’s feeling less playful by the moment and more impatient for something else.

“I love seeing your smile.”

Groaning, Levi throws his arm over his mouth.

“You can’t hide. Your eyes crinkle when you smile.”

Levi hides his eyes then, but he's still smiling. “You’re so annoying,” he chuckles softly. His voice cracks. He’s not used to laughing.

“I’ll change your mind.”

“Hm?”

Erwin tongues the defined divots of his collarbones as he rocks forward gently, giving his cock friction finally. Levi truly melts as his teeth make an appearance, nipping at the sensitive skin.

“Mm,” he moans under his breath, squirming his legs apart as Erwin develops more of a a rhythm. Levi sinks his fingers into his hair, turning his head to give him more space. “Smiling gets you this hot and bothered?”

“Yes,” he answers pointedly.

Levi snorts at the absurdity, but he’s unable to fake annoyance for long as Erwin’s lips begin following down his chest.

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[rose-riot-johnson]

10th and last place according to the poll I originally posted:

Beast Boy from Teen Titans

Despite of him being the only character without any votes in the poll I posted months ago, I have my reasons why I will still be writing about him. Not only I would like to work on all the fanfics I put in the poll I posted a while back, however I'm sure there are people who wouldn't mind reading this fanfic pertaining Beast Boy. While I wish I figured out how to write about him in a funny light hearted fluff genre for any fanfic pertaining Beast Boy about atleast a couple years ago, however I managed to figure on how to write about him in this type of genre since I have been writing about characters in head cannon(?) type and/or genre in order to figure out on how to write about him in gentle and mellow genres such as the funny light hearted fluff😺

What Would Beast Boy Be Like With You((Adult) Beast Boy (The 2003 Teen Titans) x Female Reader)

Genres: Funny Light Hearted Fluff, Head Cannon(?), Confession Fluff, Regular Fluff, Comfort(?)

*Whenever Beast Boy talks to you, regardless if you initiate the conversation or if he initiates the conversation... It just will be obvious that he has a crush on you. So, anyone (including you) can see that through him.

*When you confess to Beast that you have a crush on him, he would be surprised and confused at first, however he will also be excited about it, as well, to the point where he will confess that he has a crush on you as well (which you're not shocked about it, since you already knew, however you're more than happy to hear about it, also.). The (mutual) confession(s) would be the best day of his (and your) life.

*If you were to ask him to watch a movie (Netflix, Hulu, DVD, Blu-ray, etc...) and chill, he would definitely be more than happy to do so with you. Tough his food choice is popcorn when it comes to eating, while watching a movie with you. Well, if you're a fan of anything pertaining horror and/or thriller and/or a combo of horror with (another genre) and/or thriller with (another genre), then he will watch these movies with you, however he will be holding you (trying not to hold too tight) when it comes to the scary scenes.

*When it comes to restaurant choices he will let you choose, however he prefers to have the option of not having to eat meat. So, if you're a pizza person, he doesn't want meat on the pizza. On the other hand, if you pick out a place he can have tofu and/or vegetarian food, he would definitely be happy about it.

*If you like being clingy and a fan of a significant other's clinginess, then good news, because he tends to be a clingy person as well. Tough he did have issues with his own clinginess in the relationship, so he would rather you initiate clinginess, while he also prefers you initiate on kisses, cuddles, and other forms of affection as well. He wants to makesure he's not being pushy with you, and if you initiate any forms of affection, kisses and cuddles included, this will make him very happy that you're happy about wanting this as well.

The End

I really hoped you enjoyed this head cannon(?) fanfic with Beast Boy in it as much as I had fun writing it, my Tumblr Peeps😁👍Tough, to be honest, I would have written about him earlier on, however I just wanted to makesure I figure out how to write about him in any particular genres, which I'm glad, I managed to figure out how to write about him, especially with working on this particular fanfic when I did work on it😃👍Anyways my Tumblr Peeps🐖🐕🐈‍⬛🐳🦑 I do hope reading this fanfic will make your day🦖🐵🐆🐱 🦍

#beast boy #beast boy x reader #teen titans #teen titans 2003

[avintagepumpkin]

The Concert

A/N: Tumblr keeps giving me problems with posting so as I just posted it unedited, so sorry if its messy

Triggers: cussing not really any I can think of

This is an AU where the events of season 4 never happened, so of course Eddie is alive.

"Times have changed and times are strange Here I come, but I ain't the same." You, Robin, and Nancy were huddled close together all singing along to the deafening music. "Mama, I'm coming home"

FLASHBACK TO CHRISTMAS

As you ascended the steps to Steve's brightly lit house, a familiar voice called out your name. "Wait up!" You paused and turned, seeing Eddie hurry to catch up with you. His cheeks were rosy, and his breath came in short bursts from the brisk Christmas air. Each year since high school, you and your friends convened at Steve's a few days before Christmas to celebrate and exchange gifts. "Eddie, hey love, glad you could make it." You extended your arms for a hug, seizing every chance to embrace Eddie, whose presence always brought you joy. His hands cradled your chilled cheeks, thumb caressing your skin softly. "It's been too long since I've seen this face," he murmured, a statement simple yet potent enough to color your cheeks. "You have no idea how thrilled I am that you're here." "I wouldn't miss spending time with my favorite girl for the world." Eddie's gaze held yours, his hands still framing your face, and your heart raced with affection for everything about him—his smile, his eyes, his scent. Indeed, you harbored a deep crush on him. You yearned for his kiss, your lips inching closer to his, only to be interrupted by Dustin's exuberant shout. "EDDDDDDDIIIIIEEEEE!!!!""DUUUUUUUSSSSSTTTTIIINNNNN!!!" The two collided in a playful tussle, nearly toppling you, until a hand whisked you away into the warmth of Steve's family home. "STEVE!!! Y/N and EDDIE ARE HERE!!!" Robin's voice rang out, guiding you down the hall to the festively adorned living room. The Harrington residence never failed to dazzle, thanks to the expert decorators hired each Christmas. This tradition persisted, even though Steve had relocated to his own place three years prior. Approaching the tree to set down your gifts, Embraced by Nancy, she and Jonathan had arrived about five minutes earlier. "STEVE!" Robin's voice echoed once more. "ROBIN, YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE MY SOUFFLÉ COLLAPSE WITH ALL THAT SCREAMING!" Steve emerged from the kitchen, an apron with little Christmas trees tied around his waist. "What's up?" "Y/N and Eddie are here; can we start already? I'm starving." Steve was already handing Eddie a beer and greeted you with a light kiss on the cheek. "Hey sweetheart, so glad you could make it." "Wouldn't miss it for the world… Soufflé?" "Robin's request." You chuckled, oblivious to Eddie's gaze fixed on the small exchange between you and Steve, but Steve noticed. Aware of Eddie's crush on you, he couldn't resist teasing him about it.

After dinner, Robin announced that it was time to open presents, prompting everyone to gather around the tree. Eddie attempted to sit next to you, but Dustin and Steve got there first. With a sigh, Eddie settled on the other side of Dustin, not missing the chance to punch him in the arm. As gifts were opened and admired in turn, Steve brooded over his present from Robin—a book titled "100 Ways to Not Suck at Getting Girls," each of its 100 pages simply stating, "Don't be Steve Harrington." Dustin found it hilarious, which led Steve to leap over you and start punching Dustin's leg. Amidst the commotion, Eddie seized the opportunity to scoot closer to you. Mesmerized by the way the Christmas lights reflected in your eyes, Eddie was utterly captivated. Eventually, Robin intervened to stop the scuffle and began distributing the last of the gifts. The excitement was palpable because the surprise was finally unfolding. You, Robin, and Nancy had been saving weeks of paychecks to buy the group tickets to see a certain someone's favorite artist, which just so happened to fall two days before his 27th birthday. As Robin handed out matching envelopes to all the boys, your heart sank with anticipation. Eddie immediately recognized your handwriting and traced the script with his index finger, a smile spreading across his face. As Robin counted down, you placed your hand gently on Eddie's thigh, which caused his breath to hitch. He glanced at you, and your smile nearly kills him. At Robin's cue, the boys ripped open their envelopes. Eddie sprang up, pulled you from your seat, and enveloped you in a joyous bear hug, spinning you around. "OZZY FUCKING OSBOURNE, are you fucking kidding me right now?" "I'm taking you're happy?" "Happy? Are you fucking kidding me, I'm fucking in love right now." Eddie slowly stopped spinning you around as his cheeks flushed as bright as the Christmas bulbs on Steve's tree, you noticed panic mode set in as he quickly explained what he meant. "I didn't mean I'm actually in love with you, I just meant that I'm in love with the thought of us all going to see Ozzy Osbourne, you know sometimes you say things that come out all wrong" "Eddie" "I never meant to say something" "Eddie… its ok… you're welcome" You giggle hoping to ease his nerves, you knew he wasn't in love with you, so it wasn't a big deal. Robin broke up the awkwardness by grabbing Eddie and swinging him around screaming "OZZY OSBOURNE"

It was the best Christmas you could have asked for.

Fast Forward

Ozzy was already into his second encore, and there seemed to be no end in sight. But none of you minded; you were all having a fantastic time, soaking in the great music and cherishing the evening with wonderful friends. "Times gone by, seems to be You could have been a better friend to me Mama, I'm coming home"

With everyone's busy schedules, filled with work and school, this time together was precious. Steve, Eddie, and Jonathan were right behind you all. Throughout the night, Eddie would occasionally pull you close, swaying to the music or miming an air guitar, making sure to hand you an imaginary microphone so you could sing along to his favorite song. And for Eddie, every song by Ozzy was a favorite. "You took me in, and you drove me out Yeah, you had me hypnotized, yeah Lost and found and turned around By the fire in your eyes" Eddie reveled in your attention; he loved the way you smiled at him as he played the guitar riffs to "Iron Man," or gushed about how amazing it would have been to have gotten to see Randy Rhoads before he died. "You made me cry; you told me lies But I can't stand to say goodbye Mama, I'm coming home" Eddie adored your petite stature, standing only 4'11 You were his cherished little princess; he adored holding you close, feeling your head rest against his chest as you looked up and offered him that smile that always drove him crazy. "I could be right, I could be wrong It hurts so bad, it's been so long Mama, I'm coming home"

Steve was aware of Eddie's feelings and often encouraged him to take action. He knew many guys who would give their left nuts to have you, but Steve noticed you seemed to only have eyes for Eddie. You two were just too stupid to realize it. "Selfish love, yeah, we're both alone The ride before the fall, yeah" Eddie would dismiss the idea quickly, unable to believe that you might reciprocate his feelings. Thus, he would simply bite his lip and observe you from a distance. Steve frequently expressed how stupid he thought he was. "But I'm gonna take this heart of stone I just got to have it all" Leaning your head against Eddie's chest, you looked up at him singing and smiling lovingly at him. "I've seen your face a hundred times Every day we've been apart" Eddie felt as if his heart was on the verge of bursting. He doubted how much longer he could endure before he simply crumbled and die. "I don't care about the sunshine, yeah 'Cause mama, mama, I'm coming home I'm coming home" He needed his heart to stop pounding in his chest, and his lungs to allow him to breathe. He needed your gaze to stop piercing his soul, and the scent of you to stop overwhelming his senses. "You took me in and you drove me outYeah, you had me hypnotized, yeah Lost and found and turned around By the fire in your eyes" Towering over you with your head leaned back against his chest, he takes your face in his hands, leaning your head back so he could stare into your eyes. He slowly starts rubbing the sides of your face. He notices your pupil's contract and your breath hitch. "I've seen your face a thousand times Every day we've been apart" Your face was so warm against his hands Your lips were plump and wet from your lip gloss, he could smell the beer on your breath He needed…… "And I don't care about the sunshine, yeah" Leaning his face closer to yours "Cause mama, mama" As You pressed your lips to his and closed your eyes, hoping this moment would last forever. "I'm coming home" As you opened your eyes, the room seemed to whirl, and the music ceased. Uncertainty lingered about whether it was a figment of your imagination or reality, until Eddie twirled you and his lips met yours once more. In that moment, both you and Eddie were the happiest you had ever been, having Eddie finally kissed you.

#eddie munson #stranger things #alternate universe #eddie munson in love #friends to lovers #christmas #ozzy concert

[loulicate-recs]

Hello love! It's December 6th and I hope you had a great day. If not, I'm sending you all the kisses and hugs you need. I'm glad to see you back! I was scared you were feeling poorly, but I'm glad it was only a technical issue. Still sorry Tumblr inconvenienced you in such a way!

That's amazing you might be able to leave Malaysia, if you don't like it there. Where do you dream of going, if I may ask? I hope your wish comes true one day and that you'll be happier then :>

I don't really know what to say to answer your question, because I'm not quite sure what you mean by being busy hdjdjs I am a uni student with about 18 hours of classes so that's not a lot but I happen to have quite the work load in relation to these classes so that keeps me moving for sure but I'm not busy as in making many plans, going out a lot, etc... I am a little bit of a couch potato 🥔 mainly because I am lazy but also because I very much enjoy moments spent my own company (except when I feel like crap that sucks them). Did I answer this correctly? And are you comfortable with me swearing? These messages make me realize I swear like a sailor so I'm trying to censor myself djdjdk

I agree with you, day dreaming and making up scenarios is an amazing way to relax and take your mind off things! I have read your fic and I didn't know taking a stroll was part of the creative process. Could you tell me more about it? I'm so curious, especially as a fervent reader of yours hihi :>

And I agree with you sooo much! I'm quite ashamed bout the fact I love reading so much but pretty much only read fics because that is why I find myself enjoying at the moment. I never dare telling people I like reading to begin with for that reason! To me, it's the best way to chill and I love feeling things because of fics, the happiness, the fondness but also the anguish and second hand embarrassment. We don't thank authors enough (you included) for bringing us all of this content for free! This makes me want to ask even more questions :> What are your favourite tropes? Is there any type of fics you don't like to read (canon, historical...)? Tell me if you want to!!

I also absolutely want to mention that I'm in love with yesterday's pics of Lou, I want to kiss his eyelids and the apple of his cheeks!!

Thank you for your time and take care, you’re so important and deservr the world <3

xx

hey secret santa! before i forgot, you can actually call me hanis if you want. i’ve been wanting to tell you this since day 1 but kept forgetting 😭 also thank you! today was better, i laughed a lot over random stuff. and i hope yours has been treating you greatly!

i wish to go somewhere cold but not too cold! maybe somewhere like the countryside of england because all the pictures i’ve seen from there have never failed to perfectly capture my dream place. i would do anything to just be there at least just for a minute 😢🤍 what about you? do you have any place that you really really would like to visit?

oh you’re a uni student so of course you’re busy, we both are! 😕 like we deserve all the rest in the world… and i get you! i prefer to stay in most of the time, even when i have no tons of assignments to finish. i would rather be in the comfort of my bedroom while reading fics. but i don’t *hate* going out too despite not doing that pretty often. my irls just have to let me know at least 2-3 days prior our outing day so i can *mentally and physically* prepare myself. and of course i don’t mind my love curse words just blend perfectly within our everyday sentences in my fucking eyes mwah

omg you’ve read my fics thank you so much! i really appreciate it <3 hope they didn’t disappoint you that much! hm, i’m not sure if you’ve read my fairy louis fic or not but if you did, the blue little bee character (fairy louis’ animal bestie) was inspired by a real blue bee i saw sucking honey on a bush during one of my evening walks! that’s a first, also when i’m lucky, the path that i usually use has this array of growing wild flowers and the end of the path brings you to a direct view of the sunset! the beautiful scenery is what inspires me to write descriptive sentences in my fics. and since i walk alone and all the flow of thoughts that run across my mind (including non fics related) has never been interrupted by anyone, i learn how to write a person’s point of view. as in, how louis/harry perceives things that they see/feel/touch. idk if this makes sense, but yeah 🫡

and waaa you’re such a sweet person! fics really do make us feel things more profoundly, furthermore when we really know the characters in the fics. i never dare telling people about my interest in fics too, i did that once with a classmate who claimed that she loved to read so i thought i could trust her as readers i knew were usually really open minded. but she just straight up said “i actually judge those who read fanfics” and well i tried to cover my emotions (thank god i’m a theatre kid) but god that shattered my heart i swear ☹️ ever since then i never talked about fanfics anymore even to those who i really really trust more than that girl. anyway, sad story’s over! thank you for your nice words 🥺💞 i honestly really love historical, fantasy, royal a/b/o or folklore adaptation! they’re my favs 🫶 but i also do i enjoy some contemporary tropes, exes to lovers, best friends to lovers, mommy louis (god!) and my newly discovered favourite trope: when h is mean at first and louis is the sweetest boy to the point i would justify anything that he did! it’s because they’d have so many fluff and i’m the biggest most miserable sucker for fluff 😢💓 i wouldn’t say i dislike canon/ famous-non famous/ 1d fics but my attention has never been pulled to those 3 tropes i guess, what about you oh my god i need to know!

YOU GET ME. louis was so so. TOO pretty yesterday, the day before that and today too 🥹 secret santa i am so in love with him like every time i see his pics i want to chew something aggressively he’s just too perfect 😣💞 and not just that, he is too sweet too kind too nice to the fans too, it breaks me to think about his broken arm :( baby is such a sweetheart for still doing all the signings, like i’m sure the fans would understand his pain but still! he’s such an angel ☹️ would literally give up everything for him… i need to stop myself from ranting about how i love him so much i swear i’m already tearing up just thinking about him he’s always been my number 1 in everything since YEARS ago <3 i’m even majoring in english because of him like everything i do i always have him in mind it’s so so. unhealthy but i would d word for him anyway so? okay i’ll stop ✋

YOU are important and so so loved, i love u ❤️

#secret santa #answered

[lyricsofravensong]

The beat of a longing heart

• Jake x MC • hurt/comfort, fluff • ~ 1 675 words + a chat•

• request by Anon:  hey, i don't know how to start this ask but... well i got the news that my favorite drummer has passed away and i can't deal with it without thinking about jake comforting MC... i think this is weird and I must be mixing things up, but it's a comforting thought...you are my favorite writer on tumblr out of all the blogs and i am always happy to read your works so if you are accepting requests could you please write something about jake and mc? thank you😢❤️

• Your evening was supposed to be a sad song until the end, but then an unexpected melody appears from the rain.

A/N: Here it finally is! 🌠 Thank you for the request dear anon, I hope you're doing well. 💕 Sorry again for being so slow! 😖

I wasn't sure if you wished for a chat or a written story, so I combined them a little. :) I was really struggling with the editing but this is the best I can offer at the moment and I don't want to make you wait any longer. I hope so much I'm not letting you down and this story gives you the comfort you were missing. 💚

And thank you @dreamer-writer-fangirl for the encouragement! ❤

When you're happy, the beat of the music resonates with your cheerful heart; it dances and flutters in every corner of your body, making you feel powerful and alive.

When you're sad, the lyrics of the songs portray the pain your heart is aching with; they poke and stroke every inch of your bleeding soul, challenging and healing.

The song of your evening starts with a heavy sigh escaping from your lungs. Disappointment burns in your throat, but you swallow it down painfully. It's not Jake's fault that the theme of your day had been nothing but a repeating chorus of a sad song, and it seems like the evening is going to continue the manner. But you can't deny that the absence of his presence is one note more to the chord of your grief.

Rain sets the tune by hitting the roof with a sound that's reaching the rumbling measures of a thunderstorm. The ambience of it is making you even more anxious.

The beat comes in as a pulse of your longing heart, echoing in every cell of your body. Your mind is helplessly out of tune and can't keep up with the racing tempo.

You give up on tears as the rain makes a crescendo that covers the voice of your sobbing. Your thoughts are a swirling mess of unsettling beats, counting every person there is for you to miss. A wave of sorrow floods over your soul and the pouring rain invades your brain until your tears turn to raindrops. 

You cry for a long time and the static rhythm of the rain is like a stereo to your feelings.

At first, the careful knocking on the door gets lost in the mixed concert of percussion going on in your head. When it comes again stronger, you sit up slowly. You have no intention of answering it, a single glance at your tear-stained face in the mirror confirms that. You're sure that the intruder will give up quickly since who in their right mind would be outside in that weather. The doorbell rings once and is followed by the uplifting tone of your phone receiving a message. 

Your heartbeat drops tragically as you read the text Jake had sent.

Tension builds up as you hurry to the door without a second glance at the mirror. The beat of your heart drums in your ears when you yank the door open. And then - every sound goes silent. 

There's Jake, standing in the rain outside your door. His black hair is dripping wet as well as his hoodie of the same color. In contrast to them, he's holding a white plastic bag in his hand, phone in the other. Your eyes meet his and you stare at each other equally shocked. The shaken expression on Jake's face indicates that you look as awful as you felt a second ago. 

"I can't stop the rain, but… here I am. Ready to hold you," Jake says and a hint of embarrassment appears on his face. You follow his every move as he puts his phone in the pocket of his hoodie and then - trying to figure out what to do with his freed hand - runs his fingers through his wet hair. 

"I hope you're not bothered by me intruding like this," he mumbles awkwardly, making a shy glance towards you.

Words get caught in your throat and come out pitifully feeble, "Or course not, but… how?" Your voice breaks and you have to gasp for breath. "How? Why?"

There's a clear twitch on Jake's face by the tearful sound of your voice. For a minute he looks almost panicked as he struggles to find the next words.

"I was getting this when you texted me." He lifts the plastic bag so you can see the logo of a nearby Chinese restaurant. "Rain offers some cover so it's safer for me to be out. I was so insanely worried about you that my legs just carried me here."

Your mind is gradually catching up with the new tempo of this turn of events. Another wave of tears is blurring your eyes and you slap a hand over your mouth to cover the weird grin spreading on your face.

"And I'm glad they did," Jake continues, pulling the corner of his lips into a sympathetic smile. "I'd hate to think of you being alone like that."

You shake your head in disbelief at this unexpected change of key in the earlier flatness of your emotions. You let out a trembling breath. A new verse in the song of your evening starts when you sprint out in the rain and throw yourself into Jake's arms. You bury your face into his chest and let out the forceful sobs. Jake drops the bag on the ground and wraps his arms tightly around you. 

The drumming of the rain fades to the background as you stand in its shower, crying the whole record of your sorrows over Jake. He listens to it quietly and doesn’t let go even when you raise your hand to wipe your nose on your sleeve. Gradually your weeps quiet down along with the rain which is throwing the last separate drops on your already damped clothes. You rest your head on Jake’s shoulder and squeeze the back of his hoodie. 

“Have I ever told you why I like the rain?” his voice asks softly beside your ear. 

“No,” you sniffle. “I don’t believe you have.”

“I like it because it reminds me of you.”

“Why is that?” You raise your head to look at Jake’s face, forcing him to loosen his grip which he fixes by resting his hands behind your lower back. 

“It was pouring when I contacted you for the first time,” he smiles. “That was the day my life changed. For me, rain symbolizes the unpredictability of life. I feel like anything is possible on a rainy day.”

“That’s something you just proved to be true,” you laugh and brush a strand of hair aside from his forehead. Jake stares at your face with such intensity that you suddenly become very aware of your swollen eyes and runny nose. You blush and lower your head.

“I’m sorry about crying so much. I know I look hideous.”

Jake sets his hand gently on your cheek, making you look up at his face again as he examines yours even closer. 

“No, you’re still fascinating.” His whisper makes your heart sing with emotions you have never heard so vividly before. 

“My face is all swollen and full of tears…” you splutter in loss of words. 

Jake’s smile only widens and he wipes your cheeks tenderly with his fingers. “They’re just raindrops.”

You chuckle, “Then you can stop the rain after all.”

Tears of the sky are still dripping from the trees and corners of the roof all around you. They form an uneven rhythm of a harmony you’re now hearing differently; not as an echo of your pain, but more as a ballad for sadness.

But sadness is not the theme of your feelings anymore when you share the Chinese with Jake on the couch in your living room. No food has ever tasted so delicious as this slightly soaked and chill portion of noodles eaten straight from the container, taking turns of using the one pair of chopsticks Jake had with him.

The second verse of your evening is composed from comfort. After the food is finished and Jake’s drenched hoodie is drying on the back rest, you lean against his shoulder and slowly give lyrics for your sadness by telling him all about your previous distress. His t-shirt is wet too, but you forget it when his arm wraps around you, pulling you closer to his side. 

Jake's presence is a lot like music; without saying much he still makes you feel understood and healed. His comfort is mainly instrumental but filled with so many soothing nuances of warm touches and thoughtful nods. He is the melody your evening missed. He is the lyrics for your love and the stereo for your desire; resonating stronger than the drumming of the rain. He makes you believe that just like music, your feelings are also made to be shared with your loved ones. And as you let your head fall to his lap and turn on your back to meet the softness of his eyes, you realize that this one you love very much. 

Rain starts a new solo on the roof with full force as the song of this evening comes to the bridge. Jake bends down to you, his intention written clear on his face. Still he stops hesitantly right above your mouth, pausing the music just before the beat drops. But your heart is singing and you hit the play by reaching your hand behind his head and pulling him down to your lips. The kiss launches a full symphony inside you and every note makes you yearn for more. 

On a short rest between kisses you caress Jake’s cheek and say, “Now I hope it will never stop raining.”

“I thought you hated it,” Jake points out. 

“Not anymore,” you mumble while your attention is drawn to the way Jake’s mouth forms the words he speaks and how his lips are tuning into an amused smile. 

“What made you change your mind?” he asks. 

“No one in their right mind would go outside in that weather, so you have to wait here until the rain is over.” 

When you're in love, music understands your every feeling; the fluttering happiness, the aching yearning, and the healing comfort. All the lyrics tell the story of the two of you, of every smile and tear you’ve had. 

A perfect harmony is formed when two beats of two longning hearts meet each other in a beautiful duet. 

This song of your evening does not end yet, the music of your hearts continues beating in the calming dusk of a rainy day.

_____________________

It was actually raining every time I wrote this. 🤭☔

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake x mc #iamjake #my writing

[runeterrankhaleesi]

hello khaleesi my love i just have to participate in this event! i appreciate your hard work in running this LMMU event, and if i may, i would love a matchup for Valorant. thank you for your time!

I’m a skinny, straight, 5’5 pale female (that word feels so weird but I’m using it to specify gender LOL) with long brunette hair and full moon spectacles. I like to wear Metal / Alternatively aesthetic outfits and I usually wear makeup wherever I go.

From what I’ve heard from others I’m very true to myself and forward when I need to be, but usually down to earth and quiet if I’m around people I don’t know. I tend to be snarky when it comes to my intellect and my sense of affection is lovingly bullying my beloved friends. My love language is physical affection and gift giving; I can’t explain why, it just makes me the happiest.

As for hobbies I’m working on my art skills at the moment and I also (obviously) enjoy playing PC games like Valorant and League. If I’m not doing either of those I really enjoy reading as it helps me relax, and if I’m not reading I’m usually writing on my own Tumblr myself and thinking of new ideas to (eventually) finish.

Thank you for taking the time to even read this! Dearly beloved ,

-⭐️

[A/N: Hello darling! My darling star anon!! I missed you and I'm glad you decided to participate in this event, thank you so much!]

I pair you with...

CYPHER!

Why? Because...

You two would be the perfect partners in crime. With your snarky attitude and his cheeky personality, you guys bring chaos practically everywhere and eventually earned the "unstoppable duo" nickname. Both of you are more chaotic than Raze herself.

He's taller than you...by a few inches, but that doesn't stop him from making short jokes. He will purposefully make you feel smaller by resting his chin on top of your head or put things in high places that only he can reach. He'll laugh every time he sees you struggle to get that thing on the top shelf, yes he'll come to get it for you but you'll have to plead for it and admit that you're shorter than him. Most of the time, it's not worth it so make sure you have a step ladder at hand.

Just like you, Cypher's not the most talkative when he's with people he doesn't know, though he'll strike up a conversation and interrogate them ask questions on occasion, it's just in his nature. On the other hand, you'll have someone to talk with in these social situations, you can find Cypher in the corner of the room just silently watching everyone.

You would often exchange banters, with you bullying the life out of Cypher and him coming back at you with a smart quip. There has been a "roasting battle" (held by Phoenix, Raze, and Jett) quite a few times and it mostly ends on a tie since you two are on the same level.

If he ever does go too far with his jokes, he'll be quick to apologize. Seeing you all sad because of something he said doesn't sit well with him and it makes feel restless. Even if it was just a joke, he'll make it up to you by taking you to your favorite restaurant or ordering takeout so you could eat and chill in his room.

This man is touch starved on a whole other level. He will melt into your arms if you so much as hug or kiss his mask and he will cling to you on his off days, it's like he bathed in superglue because for some reason you can't get him off of you. And gift giving? YES IN ALL CAPS. He loves to receive gifts from time to time, it makes him special and warm inside, he feels that that person cares for him so much, enough to get a gift from them. Any kind of gift will suffice and will definitely be appreciated but I'm sure you know that Cypher likes spare parts (whether you bought them or stole them).

Cypher would love to see you improve on your art skills, granted he's not much of an artist but he'll provide some critique for your art pieces if you ask, he'll be forward but gentle with his words. He has a lot of high quality gadgets in his room. Cypher has tons of monitors and he uses at least six at a time, the spare ones-you can use those to game, he won't mind. It makes him smile everytime he hears you cheering. He has lots of books too and you're more than welcome to borrow them, if any of the genres/topics are not of your interest, you could always ask Sova, he has a library.

Ideas, planning, and calculating are Cypher's forte. If and when writer block hits you and just can't seem to think of anything to write, you can always go to Cypher. He has a pretty vivid imagination and most of the time, his ideas are good. I repeat: Most of the time.

💝~Happy Valentines Day!~💝

#runeterrankhaleesi #valorant #valorant x reader #valorant cypher #cypher #cypher valorant #LMMU #love month match up

[falcqns]

Hey, can I request one probably smut, where I'm working on Henry's makeup for Geralt and my cleavage bothered him a bit because he became hard? 🤭🙈 Take care!

our little secret 

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: smut, bodily fluids, swearing, dirty talk 

A/N: I absolutely loved this request! I’m sorry it took so long to finish, I was so close a few days ago bUT TUMBLR DELETED IT AGH> hope you enjoy!

our little secret 

You were dabbing foundation on Henry’s pale skin when you noticed that he couldn't take his eyes off of you. Mainly, he couldn't take his eyes off of your breasts.                   

Were you wearing something a little more risky than normal? Yes. Usually, you wore a sweater to work, especially in the mornings. You did live in England after all, and you weren't dumb. 

But, did you also forget to do your laundry last night so the only acceptable item of clothing that you had to wear as a very low cut tank top with lace covering the top? ...Also yes.

As you moved around his head to continue to do his makeup, you just happened to glance in the direction of your phone, and just happened to see that Henry had a very definite bulge in his grey sweatpants.

You felt a blush begin to creep up your neck, but ignored it, and continued to work, attempting to ignore the bulge in his pants.

As you were preparing his wig, you got a call from Lauren, the show runner. There was quite a bad storm coming in, and filming was pushed back at least 3 hours. 

“Shit,” You said, as you hung up the phone, causing Henry to glance up from his own.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

You turned to look at him. “Filming has been pushed back a few hours,” 

He sighed and let his head fall back against the makeup chair, his Adam’s apple bobbing, which you chose to ignore as well.

“I’m just glad you didn’t put the wig on me yet,” He said, giving you a charming smile, which you returned, and began to clean up your materials.

He stood up, and tugged on his coat, before turning to you.

“Why don’t you come and chill with me in my trailer until filming resumes? I can’t imagine you'd want to stay in here all alone.” He suggested, and you saw no reason to say no.

“Sure,” You said, giving him a smile. “Thank you,” 

He smiled back. “No problem.”

You finished packing everything up, and headed out to Henry’s trailer. As soon as you entered, you were greeted by Kal, who wouldn't let you pass until he got some pets, which you more than gladly gave. 

You followed Henry and took a seat on his couch.

“What?” You said with a giggle, when you noticed that Henry was staring at you again.

Henry cleared his throat before he talked. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He asked, his voice hoarse.

You giggled. “N-no,” 

He smiled, and lifted his arm to rest on the couch behind you. 

“Well, I think you are so incredibly beautiful, Y/N,” He whispered.

You felt the blush return 10 times more intense. “T-thank you, H-Henry,” 

“You’re welcome,” He took your smaller hand in his bigger one. “I-I’m sorry if that came off as creepy, I just-” He stuttered, running his thumb along the skin on your hand. “I can’t get you off my mind. I haven't been able to since you started working on set, but I’ve been too scared to ask you out, no matter how much I wanted to,” 

You scrunched your eyebrows, before placing your free hand on his thigh. 

“Why were you scared?” You whispered. He chuckled slightly, but explained himself.

“I don’t know. We just have quite a big age difference, and I didn't think you’d be into guys my age.” You giggled, and slid your hand up his clothed leg until you were just below where he needed you most.

“You’re the reason I took this job, Henry.” And with that, you were immediately pulled into Henry’s lap. He had a tight grip on your hips, and was pressing you down into his erection. You moaned out, and grabbed the back of his neck for stability, as you ground your hips on his.

“I know you saw how badly I wanted you,” He whispered into your ear huskily, which only spurred on your actions. “Please tell me you want this too,” You immediately nodded. “Gods, yes,” You whimpered out.

He tugged the bottom of your tank top out of your leggings, before running his hands underneath to feel your skin, hips still grinding together.

“I fuckin knew your skin was softer than heaven,” He moaned. His eyes fluttered down to your lips, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

He gripped your bum, and stood up to lay you on the bed. He climbed over your body, buried his head in your neck, and resumed the grinding of his hips against yours.

“Fuck,” You moaned out, as he trailed kisses down your neck.

He moaned, before sitting up. His hands slid up your tank top once more, and came to rest on your breasts. 

“As much as I love the way you look in this tank, I’d much rather see it on the floor,” He said, and you nodded. He lifted it up, and off of your body, tossing it on the floor.

He let out a low growl before at the sight of your light purple lacy bra. He looked at you with lust blown eyes before he buried his face in between them, kissing and licking over every inch of exposed skin. 

“These,” He moaned out breathily. “These are my fucking Kryptonite. Have been for months now,” 

You threw your head back and moaned loudly. 

You reached your hands out to run it over his chest that was still covered by a black t shirt. Henry, understanding what you wanted, all but ripped it off, tossing it on top of yours.

He trailed his hand from your collarbone, down the valley between your breasts. It came to rest on the top of your leggings. He took your left leg, and hooked it around his hip.

“Do you still want this?” He asked, looking you deeply in the eyes.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, desperately.” 

He gave you a warm smile, and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before continuing. He looped his fingers into your leggings and pulled them down your legs.

He threw his head back and moaned at the sight of your light purple cotton underwear.   

“Holy fuck,” He moaned out. You giggled at his reaction and reached your hand out to run your fingers through the curls atop his head. 

His fingers moved up from your thigh, and trailed them lightly over your clothed mound.

As he hooked his fingers into your underwear he made eye contact with you, once more.

“There are so many things I want to do to you, but I’m so desperate to be inside you that I might cum from just eating you out.” He said.

You arched your back and cried out. “Please stop teasing H-Henry,”

His eyes softened, and stood up, ridding himself of his grey sweatpants and blue boxer, before climbing back on the bed to join you. You reached out and wrapped your hand around his hard cock, and began to stroke slowly.

His head fell forward, and stared at you jerking him off slowly. His hand wrapped around your wrist, and stopped your actions.

“Another time,” He promised, before situating himself in between your legs. His hand lined himself up to your entrance, before making eye contact with you once more.

“You ready?” He whispered.

You nodded, and he grasped your smaller hand in his before slowly pushing inside you. You moaned at the stretched, and he slowed his actions.

“Are you okay?” He asked. You nodded.

“I’ve just never been this full, is all.” You said, and he lowered his head to yours, connecting your lips. 

He broke the kiss, and looked you in the eyes, your foreheads touching. 

“I’m gonna take care of you, make you feel so good.”

He slowly slid the rest of the way in, before dropping to his elbows which laid on either side of your head.

“Are you ready?” He breathed out, his lips brushing your ear.

“Y-Yes.” 

He nodded, and began to slide in and out of you, at an agonizingly slow pace. Your hips bucked up to meet his every time he bottomed out inside you. 

Your combined moans became louder each time as he gradually picked up speed, from slow and sensual thrusts, to harsh and rough thrusts.

He sat up on his knees, and gripped your hips, his eyes locked on where the two of you were connected. His eyes eventually drifted up to yours.

“I’ve been dreaming about being this deep inside you since the moment we met,” He growled out, squeezing your hips harder. 

“Fuck, Henry!” You cried out, both at his words, and at how good it felt to have him inside you after wanting it for so long. “I’ve wanted you inside me like this for Fucking years, Henry. Ever since I saw you in Mission Impossible,” You rasped out. 

His head fell back and he all but shouted a moan out, as his hips began to thrust into yours even harder.

“I almost bent you over the fucking makeup chair when I saw you wearing that fucking tank top this morning,” He murmured. “Especially leaning over me, pushing your heavenly tits into my face, fuck. I almost came in my pants at the sight of that,”

You felt your high approaching, and didn't even try and warn Henry about it, because you could sense that he was close as well. 

He had leaned back slightly, his hand gripping your waist while the other gripped your thigh, his hips snapping into yours at an insane speed, with nothing but moans falling from his lips.

His right hand came from where it rested atop your left thigh, and wrapped itself  around your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“I wanna watch your pretty little face when you fall apart on my cock,” He grunted, and all you could do was moan in response.

His hips ground into yours two more times, before your orgasm pulsed through you, and you shouted his name. Your back arched, legs and arms tensed, and eyes squeezed shut.

“FUCK,” He shouted, before he stilled inside you, and his release filled you.  

A few moments later, he collapsed on top of you. He rolled off of you a few moments later, and pulled you so you were tucked into his side, your head on his chest.

“That, was amazing,” You said, and Henry chuckled at your reaction before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“Yeah, it was. I just hope no one heard us,” He muttered, his head drifting towards the window opposite his bed. “I want this to stay our little secret a little while longer, if you'd let me,” 

You sat up slightly to look at him. “What do you mean?”

he chuckled before reaching up to kiss you again. “If you think I’m letting you go after sex THAT good, you're insane, angel.”

#henry cavill #henry cavill smut #henry!holmes #geralt of rivia #thewitcher #request

[fangirl-ramblings]

Pairing: Arthur x gn!reader

Characters: Reader, Simon Pearson, Mary Linton, Arthur Morgan

Word count: 3306

Summary: You and Arthur have recently made your relationship official by moving into his tent...but is he really into you...or is he still holding onto his past?

Notes: SFW, Angst leading to fluff

After requesting several wonderful stories from one of my favourite writers and people, I was super honoured to have the chance to be able to write something for the super talented and lovely @littlestarofthewest -  Merry Christmas from your secret santa 😘😘

Also a huge thank you to @horsegirl1h (who helped me plot this out) @verai-marcel (for wrangling in all my stupid grammatical mistakes) & @mileycyprus-hill who took a quick look over this and gave me a much better character note on how to improve Arthur's feelings in this story and give me a far better title I could ever think of myself. Thank you all 😘

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The First Shall Be Forgotten

You slowly opened your eyes, only to find the cot next to you still empty. It was fairly late when you'd finally taken yourself off to bed last night, but you had found yourself unable to keep your eyes open as you'd sat around the scout fire. Your hope of Arthur riding back into camp and joining you in lying down for the night had turned into a wishful dream of waking up with his strong arms wrapped around you, but it turns out it was just that - merely a pleasant dream. 

It was only a few months since you'd started dating, with most of that time spent being inseparable, but lately you noticed that Arthur was staying away from camp longer and longer. Yes - the events of Blackwater had changed the gang's luck and the likes of Dutch and Strauss kept giving Arthur more and more tasks to do, but you'd felt like that most of these jobs could be done well before nightfall. Surely Arthur wasn't avoiding you because he was bored of you already….could he?

You sat upright, shaking your head free of any more of those nasty thoughts, quickly making the decision that you should get dressed and help out around camp before Miss Grimshaw marched over to berate you for wasting so much time idling about.

There was a chill floating in the air this morning in camp and so you found yourself shivering as you looked around for your light jacket. Opening your shared trunk, you proceeded to pile a mixture of both yours and Arthur's clothes on to the cot in your quest to find your missing coat. Though you soon found yourself distracted as you lifted one of Arthur's shirts up, tutting to yourself as you saw just how worn and dirt stained they all were. You swore that that man would wear these offending items until they fell apart on him...and some were close to doing so, judging by how often they'd been patched up.

   "Ah, there you are," Pearson's cheerful voice booming from behind you, making you jump out of your skin, "I need a helping hand gathering supplies in town and was wondering if you could come along with me for the ride"

   "Me? Surely there's someone more capable about?" Although Valentine was only a short ride away, the idea of being Mr. Pearson's captive audience for that short length of time was not high on your list of priorities for the day. 

   "Well, I don't know if you noticed but we are stretched a little thin on the ground right now," his hands gesturing to the almost empty camp area in front of you, "Mr. Smith & Mr. Escuella are yet to return from Blackwater with young Sean and, as you well know, Mr. Morgan is still yet to return from wherever he has took himself off to. As for the girls..." you tried to stifle a chuckle as he trailed off to glance nervously over at where Tilly, Mary-Beth and Karen were currently sitting at their wagon, making sure they couldn't hear this conversation, "...I'd rather not ask them. Uncle told me of the trouble they got up to on their last visit into Valentine."

You couldn't help but burst out laughing at Pearson's fear of trying to keep three excited young women from creating chaos. "Sorry, sorry," you apologised, wiping your eyes as he looked at you with confusion, "Well...since you have no other options, I'll join you. I've been wanting to pick Arthur up a new shirt anyways." Spotting your jacket at the bottom of the truck, you quickly threw it on, leaving all the other clothes heaped on the bed, "Shall we go now then?"

"Goddamit, why does there have to be a train in the station?" you grumbled as Pearson pulled the horses to a stop at the crossing, which was blocked by one of the carriages belonging to the offending train. After being waylaid by the shop boy slowly loading the wagon with all the goods Pearson had chosen for camp - not that any of these ingredients would do much to improve his cooking, you cruelly thought to yourself - your head was starting to ache from listening to Pearson's constant tall tales. All you had wanted to do was get back to camp and sleep off your headache, but that didn't seem to be happening anytime soon, thanks to this stupid train.

   "I know what you mean, I was hoping to get back and make a start on preparing supper," Pearson sighed before suddenly cheering up, "But, hey, at least it gives me more time to tell you about my time at sea. There was this other time..."

Internally, you found yourself groaning, trying to zone out the older man as he recounted yet another story, that this time seemed to involve him somehow, inexplicably fighting a walrus -  single-handedly -  to save his crew.

You glanced around, finding yourself admiring all the different horses hitched up around the station...until a familiar sight caught your eye.

   "Hey isn't that Brutus?" you interrupted Pearson mid-sentence, gesturing towards the big, black Shire horse that Hosea had gifted Arthur a few weeks ago. Arthur had rarely named his horses after losing his beloved Boudicca in Blackwater and was more than content to just refer to this one as "Boy", but after overhearing Hosea called this giant a brute, you'd jokingly suggested the name Brutus, a name that had tickled Arthur and agreed it was the perfect name for this beast.

Put out a little by the fact you had rudely interrupted him just as the story was getting good, Pearson grudgingly glanced over to the direction in which you were pointing.

   "Er, it does look like it. So anyway after I killed the Walrus with nothing but my bare hands…" 

   'So this is where you've gotten to Morgan,' you thought to yourself, once again not listening to Pearson's story. 'Here's hoping you're on your way home too.'

Smiling to yourself that your lover would hopefully be by your side once more, you absent-mindedly found yourself scanning the crowd of people that was starting to thin out as they slowly stepped onto the carriages...until you saw him standing with his back to you.

A smile started to creep over your face as you recognised Arthur's dirty blond hair, broad frame and filthy blue shirt. Just the fact you could see how dirty it was from this distance made you glad that you'd made the decision to buy him a new one now, as that one needed throwing out, never mind a good wash. Anybody would think that man spent most of his time rolling around in the mud than riding a horse around.

With his hands on his gun belt, he shifted his weight to one side and the smile on your face was replaced with a look of confusion as a young lady was revealed to be standing next to him, deep in an intimate conversation.

Unconsciously scowling at her, you were unable to shake the feeling that you've seen her somewhere before, but for the life of you, you couldn't quite place where.

You squinted your eyes to try and focus your vision on her delicate features before a feeling of rage bubbled up from your stomach as she kissed Arthur's cheek, in a way that suggested more than just friendship.

"And I'll tell you - I used that walrus meat to feed a crew of 50...and not one of them complained the way you and the rest of camp do about my cooking" Pearson waffled on down your ear, distracting you from your thoughts about this mysterious woman and how you wanted to jump down and throttle her. Instead you suddenly had the urge to wrap your hands around the cook's neck. 

Turning to face him, you barked, "Maybe being at sea for weeks at end with no food makes people more appreciative of the slop you always manage to serve up - no matter the ingredients." 

You instantly felt regret as the words left your mouth and you saw the hurt in the older man's eyes.

   "Christ, I'm sorry Mr. Pearson. I didn’t mean to take it out on you..." You paused, thinking about telling him about what you just saw, but you doubted this old sea dog would give a damn about your love life and so explained "I just have a real bad headache and it's put me in a bad mood."

He nodded softly and turned away so you wouldn't see him wipe the sting of the tears from his eyes.

Feeling guilty from the hurt you just caused, you looked away to the source of your own pain, only to find Arthur had disappeared from the platform and the train was now pulling out the station. Had he gotten on board with his mystery woman? Gone off to start a new life with her and left you and the outlaw life behind him? These thoughts rattled around your head as Pearson told the horses to giddy up and the pair of you headed back to camp in an awkward silence.

Jumping down from the wagon, you helped Pearson unload the wagon - still with an uneasy tension in the air, before you tried to broker the peace between you both by offering to help prepare the next meal as a peace offering.

   "No, it's quite okay," Pearson patted you shoulder to show there was no hard feelings, "You go sleep off that sore head of yours"

You nodded appreciatively, finding yourself thanking him and apologising once more as you picked up the wrapped parcel containing Arthur's new shirt, and headed back to your tent. 

As you walked over, you rolled your eyes in annoyance at yourself as you caught sight of the mess you'd left behind this morning. Picking the mountain of clothes up, you threw them in straight at the trunk at the end of the cot, surprising yourself as you heard a loud clatter of something hitting the side of the chest and then dropping onto the floor.

Peering over, you saw that a few shirts and a pair of trousers had missed their target and were now scattered over the floor... alongside a wooden photoframe, laying face down on the ground, that definitely wasn't there before.

Picking it up, you recognised the image of a younger, but still very handsome version of Arthur standing on the left.

'You've always been a good-looking bastard haven't you?' half smiling as you took in his handsome features, 'No wonder you have a long list of admirers to spend all your time instead of me.'

Well before you and Arthur had started dating, you had seen this photograph before. You recalled picking it up from his bedside table back then too, in order to get a closer look of how attractive Arthur's always been.

But sometime between then and making your relationship official, Arthur must have removed it and hidden it out of sight from you. Just as you were about to ask yourself why, you spotted who else was in the picture.

   'No…no it can't be,' you thought to yourself as you stared at the beautiful, dark haired woman standing next to him in the image. But, as much as you didn’t want it to be, it certainly was. Looking straight back at you was a younger version of the same woman from the train station…the same woman who had ripped Arthur's heart out and tore it into a million pieces all those years ago when she called off their engagement - Mary.

Time seemed to slow down as your mind went into overdrive. Did he simply remove the picture as a thoughtful gesture so you wouldn't wake up to a younger Arthur and his ex-fiancee looking at you…or did he hide it because he still loved her and her alone? Were you just a stopgap - something to fill the emptiness in his heart until she came back to him? Is that the real reason Arthur had hidden the picture and not gotten rid of it completely? So once he had managed to win her back, he could toss you aside and place it once more on his bedside to stare lovingly at while he held her in his arms?

You hadn’t realise you were crying or just how hard you were gripping the frame until you heard the sudden sound of glass cracking and a mix of your blood and tears began to streak all over her stupid, perfect face. Standing frozen to the spot, you stared and stared at her image, slowly disappearing under the physical manifestations of your hurt and betrayal, until you heard Arthur bellow out your name as he rode back into camp.

   "Hey you. Boy, did I sure miss you while I was gone," he cheerfully greeted you as he strode towards you, "I tell you, there's some strange sights out there that I've been dyin' to tell you all 'bout."

   "Tell me?" you snarled, acting the wounded animal you currently felt like, "Don't you have other people you'd rather spend your time with?"

   "What? What's got into you?" 

Your heart panged as you saw the hurt cross his face as he saw how upset you were. 

"Listen, if this 'bout me spendin' so much time from camp recently, then I am sorry - but I did miss you somethin' fierce y'know" he assured you, placing his arms around your waist.

   "Just like you've missed Mary for all these years?" Just saying her name out loud felt like you had tasted venom on your lips and needed to quickly spit it out.

"Mary? Where's all this comin' from?" He flustered, averting his eyes downwards as not to meet your steely gaze. Upon seeing you holding the photograph, he exclaimed, "Christ alive, you're bleedin'. Here lemme fix you up."

"I'm fine," you snapped at him, pulling your hand away from his gentle touch. Any other time, this small act of affection - the big mean outlaw gently cradling your hand in his - would have made you melt on the spot, but today your inner rage wasn't having any of it. Instead you blurted out, "I saw you. At the train station…with her."

Realising he had been caught out and couldn't bluff his way out of this sorry mess, he sat down on the cot and tried to explain.

   "Okay, yeah, I was at the train station with her, but it really ain't what you think…"

   "I saw her kiss you."

  "You mean when she kissed my cheek? That was her sayin' goodbye. Her and her brother are headin' back East to find their father."

You sat next to him, the photograph still in your hands.

   "Still doesn't explain why you were with her in the first place."

   "No it doesn't, does it." He sighed, running his hand down his face. "I was on my way back to camp, ridin' through Valentine when I thought I'd check and see if there was any post. Lo' and behold there was just the one - a letter from Mary askin' if I could help with a small problem of hers."

   "So you must have been in contact with her if she knew you were in town."

He shook his head. "No. No, she'd recognised the girls after their last trip into town and wrote to me on the off-chance I was also in the area."

   "Why?"

"Her kid brother, Jamie, he'd gone and got himself mixed up in this weird cult up in Cumberland Forest. Christ, you shoulda seen them all listenin' on as this lunatic spouted some nonsense about turtles or somethin'," laughing, he patted his leg until he saw your stony expression still waiting for the answer to your question.

   "Get to the point please, Arthur."

   "You're right, sorry," he said as he nodded, "Jamie was the only one in her family who stood up for me and I owed it to *him*, not Mary, him -  to help get him away from those crazy fools."

You fidgeted slightly next to him. You wanted to believe him, but he seemed to be avoiding the main topic of conversation.

   "So say I believe you about your reasonings for helping her…why did you keep a picture of her?"

Silence filled the air for a second before he simply answered. "I shoved it in there so you wouldn't have to keep lookin' at it when we lay together...and I guess I forgot all 'bout it."

You looked away as more tears fell down your cheeks. Gently placing his hand under your chin, Arthur turned your face to face his, looking deep into your eyes he told you, 

   "You’re overthinking – I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.”

   "Prove it." You pleaded.

   "Okay then...this should show you she's nothin' to me now." He took the broken frame from your grasp and carefully removed the picture from the frame, lingering for a moment before crumpling it up in his hand and walking towards the campfire.

Though his stride was purposeful, you couldn't help but feel he faltered once more as he looked at the flames, but those fears disappeared as he turned to look back at you with a warmth in his eyes and a smile stretching wide across his face. Looking straight at you, his hand opened and the picture fell into the flames, where it lay for a few moments as it slowly rendered into nothing but a pile of ashes.

Making his way back over to you, he picked you up and spun you around his arms.

   "I'm all yours...are you mine?"

Bonus scene: Arthur's POV

He slowly removed the picture from the frame, partly being careful not to cut himself on broken shards of glass and partly because he wanted to make sure he was making the right decision. He was convinced that after Mary called it all off between them, he'd never smile, let alone love again. But then you'd walked into his life and brought light back into the darkness he'd found himself in.

But maybe there was a reason he'd held on to this photograph for all this time - a reminder of the good times that existed between them. Heartbreak has a funny way of erasing those memories, but seeing the woman you once considered the love of your life in person has an equally funny way of making those feelings rush back.

But no, the heartache he'd felt for all these years outweighed the fleeting moments of happiness he'd felt with Mary. And that kiss on the cheek to say goodbye that she'd given him at the train station? It certainly didn't give him butterflies like it used too. Looking at her image one last time, he crumpled it up and walked over to the campfire.

Though he had confidently strode over to flames, he once more had doubts he was right to finally let Mary go. Turning to face you, everything suddenly became very clear in Arthur's mind. Everything he ever wanted: someone who loved the group of people he considered family, as well as loving him for the man he was - despite his faults, someone who was willing to stick with him through thick and thin, make him laugh when he was down, and never fail to make him smile, that special someone he wanted to grow old with with...he already had that with you.

Without thinking, he opened his hand and let the battered photograph waft downwards, enveloped by the flames and turning to nothingness as he made his way back over to you, picking you up and spinning you around his arms.

   "I'm all yours...are you mine?"

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[kaysayshey]

lunch break || s. aizawa

Kay's Notes: Hey, y'all. I think this might be my first time ever posting my writing on Tumblr, so bare with me. I've been using mobile exclusively, and let's just say that my theme is going to be a work in progress. If there is anything you as a reader would like me to change in either tagging or formatting, please let me know! I'm always open to comments, suggestions, critiques, whatever. This work is edited from an OC x Aizawa fanfic that I am working on. I'll be writing more reader insert type works in the upcoming months, as I now have an embarrassingly long list of them.

Summary: Aizawa and Y/N decided to meet up for lunch. That sounds simple enough, right? Ha, wrong. Lunch for two turns into lunch for one.

Warnings: AFAB reader, NSFW, minors DNI. Non-established relationship, oral (f! receiving), praise, slightly insecure reader near the end. Reader is a hero and has a quirk, but it is not defined.

The hellions were too much. Administering the written portion of the final exam had Shouta questioning his choice in career path, if he was being frank. How some of his students had passed the entrance examinations was beyond him at this point, and the thought of grading them sent a chill through his body despite the day's heat.

Despite the impending horror that was Kaminari Denki's handwriting and subsequent answers, Aizawa had a small smile on his face as he made his way to Y/N's apartment. Their last encounter had him yearning for more, anything to learn more about the angel that had graced his presence.

How could he even describe it? She had been nothing like his expectations, instead defying them one by one. Snarky in the best ways, quick-witted enough to leave him holding back chortles. Powerful enough to keep almost any other hero on their toes. Gorgeous, too gorgeous. And she had admitted feelings to him? What was there left to say? He felt honored to be attempting, well, whatever it was they were calling their relationship. Kisses and lingering touches be damned.

"Meet me for lunch after the finals? I'd be more than happy to cook for you at my place."

And meet Y/N for lunch he would.

She had left her door unlocked, obviously expecting him. But when Shouta made his way through the foyer of her apartment, Y/N was nowhere to be seen. Not in the living room, not in the kitchen. What happened to lunch?

“Oh, Shouta…”

There was no chance in hell. He had to keep every muscle in his body taut so as not to sprint to her bedroom, the stiffening of his member almost instant. It took all of his willpower to casually make his way to her room, the door wide open.

That little minx. She was laid out on her bed completely bare, hair splayed beautifully beneath her. Her back arched as she rubbed slow circles over her clit, slick all the way down to her mid-thigh. Another breathy gasp escaped her; her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned out his name once more.

He couldn’t help himself from slowly making his way to the edge of her bed, unraveling his capture weapon as he walked. “Kitten, is this all for me?”

Y/N's eyes shot open immediately. Those incredible breasts were on display for him, finally. Her thighs clenched together over her hand, blocking him from viewing anymore of her dripping folds.

“I – I thought you’d be later,” she gasped, snaking her free arm over her chest.

“I’m glad I’m not.” The words came out in a murmur as he pulled his top off in one fluid motion, dark eyes taking in every inch of her form. Achingly slowly, he kneeled onto the bed, one hand creeping up her side, relishing in the soft skin beneath his fingertips. He moved to grasp her chin in his hands, forcing her to meet his lust-blown gaze. He gently pressed a kiss to her lips, sighing when she responded so eagerly.

“Who knew I’d be having you for lunch, angel?” At his question, Y/N moaned, the very phrase sending goosebumps all over her body. The slightest heave of her breathing sent her chest up closer to him, and God be damned if he wasn’t desperate to pull every part of it between his lips.

“Sho-Shouta, please,” she stammered, her head rolling to one side of the pillow. He took that as an invitation to press his lips to her neck, nipping lightly at her skin, groaning at the sound of her voice. God, this was too much. He was suckling at her skin like a man starved, ravenous for her crying out for him. But he knew better than to push too far. He’d make her beg for it. Not just today, but for as long as he could get away with it. Until she couldn’t go a single day without pleading for him to fill her completely, to give in to her wanton need for them to become one.

“Easy, kitten. I’ll take care of you.” Shouta’s voice was low and gravelly as he moved further down her skin, lips endlessly exploring every part of her flesh. He stopped at her collarbone; another suckle that had her bucking her hips, leaving a lovely bruise in his wake. To her sternum, lazily licking between her breasts. Y/N heaved a sigh, running a hand through his hair and subsequently whining when he wouldn’t move. A soft tug to his locks made him smirk, eyes flashing up, mesmerized by the expression on her face. Her eyes were half-lidded and those pouty lips were plump and parted. He could only imagine how it would feel to watch as her lips wrapped around his cock, to have those beautiful eyes staring up at him from where she was settled on her knees.

Finally, he allowed himself to wrap his lips around one perky nipple, giving it a quick suck before leisurely stroking it with his tongue. Shouta slid a hand down to gently push her thighs apart, anxious to feel her heat for himself. God, she was overwhelmingly wet. How could he keep himself from smiling when he knew he was turning her on so well? As he languidly continued to work his tongue around her breast, he inched a finger to her folds, chuckling softly when she arched at the touch.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” Shouta whispered the words, pleased when she gasped out as he rubbed a soft circle over her clit, the lightest touch to keep her on edge.

“Ba-baby, please,” she groaned, releasing her vice-like grip on his hair when he moved from her side to kneel at the edge of the bed. It was followed by a squeak as he pulled her by the hips to meet him, keeping her thighs spread for him to enjoy. The hums she emitted were low, interrupted by soft whispers, his name a prayer between her lips. But in Shouta’s eyes, her body was a temple, and he was here to worship it, eager to finally have a taste of heaven.

His tempo was torture, agonizingly slow. The up and down of his thumb over her clit kept her rolling her hips, wordlessly begging him for more.

And when she looked down, the smirk he gave her was brash, an arrogance she would never have expected to see on Shouta’s usually stoic face. But the moment he gave her one long, achingly slow lick from her entrance to her clit, she learned why he was so cocky. He knew that he was going to leave her breathless. He repeated the movement for what felt like forever, leaving Y/N running her hands through his hair once more. Those easy strokes evolved into Shouta focusing his attention to her clit, lapping at it greedily.

Shouta couldn’t get enough of her. The taste of her, the feeling of her hands keeping him exactly where she wanted him. The way she would moan out softly, following it up with a whine when his licks turned into soft sucks. He fervently slipped a finger inside of her, curving it as he slowly pumped.

“More, more, please.” Her mewls were desperate, and he chuckled against her folds, obliging her. The movements were deliberate, his pace steady as he continued to thrust into her, reaching the spot that made her groan. Looking up again, he was mesmerized by the carnal desire in her eyes, by the way she deliciously rolled her hips against him. And as much as he yearned to just take her then and there, Shouta kept his focus on her pleasure. He gradually increased the pace of his thrusts, continuing to suck on her swollen nub.

Her walls started clenching, and Y/N’s breathing grew more labored with every minute.

“Shouta, wait, I'm going to -” Her words were strangled in her throat, and he had no problem ignoring them. He wouldn’t wait. Not when she was writhing from his touch, from the way he devoured her. No, he wouldn’t stop, not when she was on the edge. This was what he had been aching for. Shouta added a third slender finger into her folds, groaning as she started to flutter around him. Her hands were gripping the bed sheets like she was afraid they’d fly away, and the movement of her hips was erratic.

He held one of her thighs down with his free hand and thrust into her furiously, knowing just how close she was.

“Oh my God, Shouta, I -”

“Come for me, angel.”

Her walls spasmed around his fingers, and those luscious hips lifted off of the bed, furiously writhing against his hand. Y/N’s moans were the most beautiful music he had ever heard. Shouta watched in awe as she came, keeping his pace consistent until she begged, pleaded for him to slow down, no more, please, Shouta.

Y/N shuddered on the bed, her legs finally closing together when Shouta laid himself next to her, gingerly running his hands through her hair. Gentle kisses against her cheeks, her neck, her forehead. God, she was sacred in his eyes. Those brilliant eyes fluttered open, and a radiant smile graced her lips.

“You’re absolutely divine, Y/N,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist. Her skin was damp to the touch, but he wanted to feel it all the same.

“You can’t say things like that, Shouta. A girl just might believe it.” The words were light, but they held a hint of sorrow behind them. As if she didn’t think he’d ever mean it. He took her chin in one of his hands once more, begging her to meet his eyes. And she did, albeit it begrudgingly.

“Y/N, you are an angel on Earth, and I will make you believe it, whether you like it or not.” A devoted kiss to her lips. He’d remind her every single day until it was ingrained in her – she was incredible.

#kaysayshey #mha #bnha #bnha aizawa #mha aizawa #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x female reader #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #hi i'm super anxious to post this #please let me know how you like it! #anywho #stream butter for clear skin #oh god why am i like this

[one-leaf-grimoire]

knight au ➼ chapter 19

warnings ➼ AO3 version has adult only content. Tumblr version is completely safe for work except for like... one innuendo JFKSDL

synopsis ➼ Lisa and Julius have an unexpected encounter. Patri meets up with his informant.

ao3 link (18+ content) ➼ here

masterlist ➼ here

author’s note ➼ AAAAAAAA I like this chapter. Enjoy!

Forgive me... Lisa.

Human pain and suffering once meant nothing to me. But now, I think I understand why it shapes this world in the way it does.

Just as I thought... I feel absolutely nothing for you. I'm sorry.

I want to live... isn't that selfish?

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Lisa's eyes flickered open, the dream already fading from her mind. The air in her room was cold, but the sleeping man beside her was enough to keep her warm. The two of them were crammed together in the twin bed in her barrack, close together but cozy as could be.

"Good morning..." Her stirring had awoken Julius, who yawned widely. "What time is it? Feels early..."

“Let me see...” Lisa reached up and pulled the curtain to the side. Her eyes widened as bright morning light shone through. “Shit! It’s late-”

“Oh my god-” Julius paled, sitting up quickly. “I’m so late-”

The two leapt out of bed and feverishly started to get dressed. The mid-autumn chill only made the process more frantic. Lisa kicked her pajamas under the bed, already halfway dressed into her uniform. Julius ran his fingers through his unkempt hair, his heart pounding. “I’m going to have to sneak out of here- I didn’t bring my bandana-” he cursed himself for dropping the ball here.

“It’s okay- I’ll distract everyone somehow,” Lisa told him, standing up as she finally laced up her boots. “Come on-”

Before she could make it to the door, Julius grabbed her arm and pulled her in. Lisa didn’t even resist, she wrapped her arms around his neck and accepted that last kiss, letting out a soft sound against his lips. “God… I wish I could stay in here with you all day,” she whispered as they finally separated.

Julius raised an eyebrow. “My, what an indecent thing to say!”

“I know.” Lisa winked, giving his cheek one last caress before turning towards the door. “Come on- we should be safe to go out now-”

She pulled the door open, and to her shock, someone was already standing there, fist raised as if they were about to knock. Lisa’s blood ran cold.

“C- CAPTAIN?”

Fuegoleon stood there silently for a second, confused as to why she was so shocked. “Oh- Apologies, I was just worried, because you weren’t at breakfast…” His voice trailed off as his gaze fell upon Julius, standing right behind Lisa. Fuegoleon’s eyes widened. “L-Lord Julius?! What-”

“Fuegoleon!!! Hello!”

Without warning, Julius grabbed Lisa and moved her out of the way, stepping forward with a big, innocent grin on his face. Lisa let out a shaky breath, glad that she was hidden behind him now. No, no NO! I didn’t want him to find out yet, especially not like this-

Julius, however, was quickly acting to save face. “I was just about to go and find you, actually, you see-” He crossed his arms casually and leaned on the doorframe, ignoring Fuegoleon’s flabbergasted look. “This is top secret, between you, me, and Lisa… but Marx and I agreed that it was best for me to go into hiding for a week or so, to try and force Patri and the EOTMS to act.”

Fuegoleon finally closed his mouth, struggling to keep up with all the information he was just confronted with. “I… I see,” he finally answered with a nod. “They’ll be forced to take radical measures… which will give us a trail to follow. A genius plan. But-” He craned his neck, trying to look at Lisa behind Julius again. “What does this have to do with her?”

“Well, I can’t just go hide without any protection. So Marx and I agreed that Lisa was the best candidate to take along with me!” He closed his eyes and continued grinning like nothing was wrong. “She protected me last time… I promise I’ll bring her back in one piece!”

“Oh…”

Fuegoleon was clearly conflicted, Julius could tell. His heart pounded as the two men stared at each other in silence, the tension palpable in the cool morning air. Fuegoleon was a smart man, and when confronted with all the facts…

“Lisa…”

She looked up nervously at the sound of her name. “Y-yes?”

“Are you… you’re on board with this?” Fuegoleon asked carefully.

“Yes!” Lisa managed to give him a little smile. “Julius- I mean- Lord Julius told me all about it. It would be a great honor to defend him once again.”

“I see.” To her surprise, Fuegoleon let out a relieved sigh and smiled. “In that case, I approve. Do your best, Lisa.” He looked up at Julius again, narrowing his eyes. “And you… you better keep that promise. Bring her back in one piece!”

“Of course!” Julius glanced back at Lisa, giving her an innocent smile. “I’ll send instructions soon… we’ll leave early in the morning in two days.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. May I escort you out?”

“Sure!”

Julius exchanged one more longing look at Lisa before following Fuegoleon off down the hallway out of sight. Lisa let out a ragged breath and quickly sat down on the floor, panic washing over her.

There’s no way… there’s no way he doesn’t know, now!

But that was a problem she could deal with later. For now, all three of them, Fuegoleon included, would pretend like nothing had happened.

...........................................

“He’s taking a long time…”

Frost had grown on the familiar window overnight, and Patri’s breath fogged up the glass as he stared out onto the street.

“So? Have a little empathy.”

Rhya’s tone was as unbothered as ever, as he lounged on the couch. “He would lose anything if his dealings with you were discovered… we would be fucked, too.”

“I know, I know!” Patri sighed and turned away from the window to pace the floor instead. He had been doing a lot of pacing lately, feeling like an animal caged up in a zoo. It was frustrating; despite finally receiving more clues to go off of, he was trapped in this hotel room, too afraid to go out and search himself. However, there was someone else who did have the freedom to move around as he pleased…

“I’m sorry. I almost got recognized on the way here.”

The door opened at last, and a man walked inside. He was bundled up, both for the weather and for anonymity. Patri looked over and smiled as he lowered the hood of his cloak, revealing his familiar face.

“William. Thank you for coming.”

William Vangeance, maskless under the hood, nodded quietly, taking a few more steps into the center of the room. “You mentioned that there was a change in plan. What is it?”

“Well, for one, we can’t go after Julius anymore.” Patri let out a frustrated sigh, striding over to his desk and sifting through the papers he had stacked up there. Records, censuses, and the letter he had received from Mars and Ladros. “Even though the Diamond King wants him dead, we’ve been given a new target, one that should be easier to capture, with your help,”

William raised a thin eyebrow. “A new target? One more important than Julius?”

His stomach turned a little.

Julius…

In some ways, William was glad that Patri had failed to abduct the man. And now, it seemed like harm would never come to him. But he still wanted Patri to be free; after everything he had been through… didn’t he deserve that?

“I don’t know about that. Anyway, it’s not the Diamond King that’s asking for her- it’s the Dagaz Order.” Patri found the letter, holding it up to show William the seal. “They apparently get visions and shit- that’s why the Diamond King values them as his advisors. When I first came here, they told me to prioritize capturing Julius, but to keep an eye out for a girl with this symbol on her forehead. But now, they have more information.”

William leaned in to look at the seal, and his blood ran cold.

That… that’s…

He didn’t have much time to think about it, for Patri opened the letter and began to read through it. “But now, a more recent vision gave them a more explicit image of this girl. Black eyes, brown hair, in her twenties, and, most importantly…” Patri smiled, before handing the letter right to William. “She’s a knight. That narrows things down considerably… and it means that you can be a big help.”

William hesitated, but took the letter. His eyes skimmed through it, the words only confirming what he feared.

“...Lisa…”

The name left his lips before he could stop himself. Both Rhya and Patri froze at the sound.

“... what did you say?”

William sucked in a breath, not sure if he should say anything. But…

“I know who this is… I know exactly who she is.”

Patri’s mouth curled into a grin, relief filling his being. “You do? That’s excellent news!” His heart began to pound, excitement and hope rising up in his chest. “Tell me! Which squad?”

“Wait-” William’s eyes narrowed as he saw the signature at the bottom of the letter. “Patri, what are they going to do with her?”

“Who knows. If she’s involved with them somehow, it’s none of my business.” Patri muttered. “That’s her problem to figure out… but, William!” he frowned, sensing that William was hesitating. “Tell me who she is! You’ve helped me so much already, but this final job could release us both from our burdens.” He smiled a little, trying to reassure him. “You won’t have to keep this secret anymore.”

“I know… but…”

A pained look flashed through William’s eyes.

“You know better than anyone… what happens to prisoners in the Diamond Kingdom. Going after Julius was one thing… but this girl is innocent. Who knows what they’ll do to her-”

“Do you think I care anymore?”

William looked up as Patri’s voice suddenly rose, a desperate anger present in his tone. The man’s eyes were wide, his one black sclera burning right into William’s soul. “I’ve been through too much to turn back now… All I care about is getting my freedom back. Then, I can come back and take my revenge on this Kingdom!”

“Patri- Listen-” William took a deep breath. “I know you were hurt… and as your friend, I want to help you. But-” He shook his head. “Trying to get back at Julius, to destroy this Kingdom- your hate is in the wrong place! The ones that hurt you were the ones in the Diamond Kingdom! Julius will protect you if you ask for it, he said it himself-”

“SHUT UP!”

Patri’s hands suddenly grabbed William’s collar, making the captain gasp in surprise. He almost pushed Patri away, but he didn’t want to anger him further.

“Julius… It's all his fault! He gave up on me!”

Patri’s voice rose to a yell. Rhya cringed and held a finger to his lips, trying to shush his friend, but it was no use. Patri’s wrath was unquenchable- he was beyond reason, but at his core, cold, painful fear was eating him alive.

“I-I have to hurt someone… William, I thought you understood.”

Indeed, William had thought so at one point. When Patri first came back, he, too, felt angry. Julius had given up on him, despite William begging to go and rescue him.

But… Master Julius… he had lost so much that day. He was numb, just like the rest of us. And I know he regrets everything more than I could imagine.

And yet…

“William… please…”

Patri’s voice softened, and his grip relaxed. His head fell, resting against William’s chest.

“Help me… I have no one else.”

William’s hands shook.

This guilt… I never could have imagined that I would have to choose between two friends once again.

First, it was Julius and Patri. Anger had fueled William back then; enough anger to let Patri into the castle, to supply him with refuge, to cover for him as he escaped. He chose Patri that day.

But now… William was fueled by nothing. But the guilt he felt when he looked at Patri was suffocating.

So, once again...

“What’s your name?”

“...Will.”

I’m sorry… please… forgive me.

“Her name is Lisa Petalon. She is a member of the Crimson Lion Kings.”

Once again, he chose Patri.

Two mornings later, two knights rode up to a hill on the outskirts of town. The fog was thick, shielding their location, standing still under a tree by the side of the dirt road. It was peaceful and quiet, the only sounds being that of the wind whistling upon the land, and their breaths puffing clouds in the air.

Lisa rubbed her hands together before hugging herself under her cloak. Winter was upon them at last, but she had never been fond of the cold. At least, I’ll be somewhere quiet and cozy soon, she thought to herself. It’s hard to imagine… but by the time we come back, Patri and the EOTMS could be dealt with. Life can go back to normal… well, maybe not “normal.”

She glanced over at the other rider. Fuegoleon insisted that he accompany her to this spot, to see her off safely. His eyes were intently focused on the road ahead. There was still awkwardness between them, but Lisa couldn’t read his expression at all.

“Lisa…”

“I have something to tell you.”

Fuegoleon looked over in surprise as she suddenly spoke. Lisa stared at the mane of her horse, trying to find the right words.

“I… I…”

He suddenly sighed, and Lisa looked up. He was… smiling?

“It’s alright. I have a feeling I know what you’re going to say.”

Lisa’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing. “I- Uh- oh.” She looked away nervously, somehow more embarrassed than before. “I didn’t want you to find out like that- I’m sorry that I had to lie and sneak around, because-”

“No, no, I understand. That’s the type of secret you don’t want getting out.” Fuegoleon’s eyes lingered on her for a moment longer. “...how long? Since you rescued him, I assume.”

“Before that.”

For the first time, Fuegoleon was surprised. “Oh… how did you meet?”

“It’s a long story… well.” Lisa laughed nervously, her heart warming at the memory. “He saw me at the jousting tournament, and decided to come to our party the night after. Remember that guy I was clinging to all night?”

“WHAT?” Fuegoleon’s jaw dropped. “That was him?! Gosh…” He frowned, perplexed. “He looks so different in regular clothes… and that bandana…”

“Anyway, after that, we kept seeing each other. The day he was kidnapped… I did something stupid, and got both myself and Sei hurt.” Lisa closed her eyes, the memory painful. “But… I couldn’t let him go. I couldn’t let them take him. I realized that day… just how much I loved him.”

Silence settled between them once again, less awkward than before.

“...you don’t need to worry. That’s the part I understand more than anything else.” Fuegoleon sighed, his breath hot between his cold lips. “When you love someone that much… there’s nothing you won’t do for them. You’d kill, and die for them. Yes… I understand. BUT-” His face suddenly became stern. “If he breaks your heart, I don’t care if he’s the King! I’ll kill him myself!”

Lisa blinked slowly, before bursting out laughing. “Uh oh- That’s exactly what Sei said!”

“WHAT?! Sei knows?”

“YEAH!”

“Am I the last to know?!?”

“No, it’s just the two of you and Marx.”

“I see… oh, look.”

Lisa looked over to see a rider approaching through the fog. Her heart leapt when she realized it was Julius, bundled up with his sword strapped to his back. He gave them a happy grin when he rode up to them. “Here I am- ready to go?” he asked Lisa.

“Of course!” Lisa smiled before looking over at Fuegoleon one last time. “Thank you for riding out with me.”

“No problem.” Fuegoleon gave her a nod before looking at Julius, his brow furrowing despite the smile on his face. “Both of you… take care of eachother. We’ll handle things while you’re gone.”

“Thank you, Fuegoleon!”

The two of them rode off into the fog. Fuegoleon sat there for a moment longer, staring at the empty space where the two of them had been just minutes before. Then, he turned and galloped off towards the city once again.

Sei… we have a lot to talk about! Lisa and the King… how outlandish!

But the two of them seemed happy together. And in turn, Fuegoleon was happy, too. Their secret would be safe with him, and he hoped that they would be safe in their hiding place before too long.

Next time! Lisa gets accustomed with life in the country, and meets a familiar face. But at night, bad dreams plague her from afar. Time is running out.

#knight au #tkwptkh #julius novachrono #julius novachrono x oc #oc: lisa #william vangeance #patri #rhya

[alexiaugustin]

good morning mutuals and everyone else on tumblr who is cool and made my year! this is gonna be my mutuals appreciation post 2020 because if anything good happened this year then it's getting to know all of you guys so there's that. i love you all so so sooo much and always love to see y'all and your gif sets / memes / crack posts /rants / edits and so on and so forth on my dash. you made this year beautiful and i just wanna thank u for that!💘💘 (also im sorry if the picture above activates anyone's fight response i just thought that it would fit if i went back to where it all started)

@engelkeijsers mare my love i don't even have words to describe how much i love you and am happy to have you in my life. i consider you one of my closest friends by now and that's why i always message you whenever exciting shit happens in my life (or whenever shit goes down that ofc depends🤪). our phone calls were so fucking funny and i loved talking to you sooo much i can't wait to meet you in real life one day!!💖 please feel hugged you're such a beautiful human.

@dreamaur ann my beloved mutual i love you from the bottom of my heart and just wanna thank you for being the cute bitch that u are who always remembers our mutuals anniversary like....🥺🥺 i just love that we always watch and read and stan the same things like what kind of soulmutuals behavior is this?. can't wait for s&b to air so we can always freak out about kaz and inej and everyone else together. i'm kissing your cheek and wish you the absolute best for 2021 because u deserve the best😽

@sotorubio silja i love you and your blog so much you just have such a galaxy brain and you're so eloquent and your blog is one of the few that i check on regularly because i don't wanna miss a single post you make. here's a fun fact before i properly got to know you i thought that you were sooo intimating i don't even know why and then we started talking at some point and i was like "hold on a second they are SO lovely and warm actually and not intimating at all hdhdh" as you might have figured out by now i always love talking to you about skames or rant about 13rw and everything else. i just love u!!!🧡

@helmtaryn aurore you are probably the first person who ever started talking to me on here and so it all began and we always talked abt skam france before s6 started and during and you're just such a wonderful person!! thank you for always being there for me and helping me with my french homework i truly cannot thank you enough for that because you're constantly saving my ass jdhd. you're just so fun to talk to and such a talented gif maker like... for real your gif sets always knock me out and you're always so original in what you gif🥺❣

@geminibf i know i've told you that before but your blog is my comfort blog on here literally just seeing your posts on my dash always makes my day and you're one of the most beautiful ppl i've ever known like how do you even manage to do that🥺💘 plus you're sooo talented at this point im convinced that there's absolutely nothing that you cannot do so yeah i have no idea where this sentence is going but i guess what im trying to tell u is that i love u and im so happy to be ur friend

@alterlovex niiiii❣❣❣ you're not even like a tumblr mutual you're like my tumblr sister (figure out what the hell this is supposed to mean jdjd) and you were one of the first people who hyped my stupid posts up and it always made me go 🥺😭. i started following you despite the fact that u had a wtfock icon (honorary) and i absolutely never regretted it. you're so beautiful and warm and so is your blog and i will try to talk more to u again in 2021. im virtually sending you so many flowers🌷🌻🌸💐

@jorgecrespo you're just the coolest bitch alive. i followed you for your skam rankings and stayed for your whole entire personality. every post you make truly just slaps, you never miss, and i relate to you so much jdjd. the way you answer anon messages will forever be my favorite thing about your blog and just the way you talk in general like without even seeing your url i always know when it's you who wrote a post. i love you❕❕💖

@jusdekiwi you and aurore are the reason why french people deserve rights, you are such a lovely and genuine person and i absolutely love you and your chill vibes on your blog. also thank you for helping me out with my french homework thingy once like. thank you so so much for being so lovely and taking your time julia!🌻

@suburbanenigma carmen i love you and all of your posts and just the vibes on your blog!!! also omfg your riverdale side blog always makes me laugh soo much i truly cannot wait for s5 to air so we can make fun of it together because i will live blog the shit out of it too!! you're just one of the coolest bitches ever i don't know how else to say it. i love you and cant wait to talk to you more next year. you're such a blessing for this hellsite🦋✨

@sundaymorninghangover julian you are one of my oldest friends on here and i've loved you ever since i found your blog and figured out that u were a part of the having taste club (skames fandom) too!! you're so chill!!! i love your brain!! i love your posts!!! and most importantly i love you. please keep on blessing my dash with your cool posts because they are definitely appreciated and loved in this house. also i miss your frog icon (please don't hit me in case it wasn't a frog) it just spoke volumes about your vibes but i love ur new one too!! still associate the purple heart with you so here it is 💜💜

@lesbeanfatou clara you simply are an angel. you used to have a nora grace icon and i went: that's it, she's the one, she has taste im gonna follow!! and look it was one of the best decisions ever. you're my favorite chaotic n cool mosquito hater and i just love you so much and you made my year beautiful!! thank you for always listening to me when i came into your inbox to have a break down (positive or negative) over the we feel in love in october girl and thank you for teaching me how make edits!!!💐💘

@aoixe you're one of my favorite skamfr hate blogs and certain men hate blogs (if u know u know) i always love talking and ranting with you and am so glad that we're sometimes just dming!! you're vibes are so cool a d you seem like such a chill person i love you and wish you all the best for 2021!!❣❣

@fatoudixon ana i love you and your blog so so much and especially your druck reaction videos on youtube!! you seem like such a genuine and beautiful person and even though we're not talking much please just know that im always happy to see you on my dash. happy new year to you!!💘💘

@cash-queens sam🥺 you're so sweet and kind this hell site truly doesn't even deserve you but we all love that you're here anyway!! i would protect you with my life and i hope that we will get to talk more in 2021 because you're such a lovely person and for now im just gonna wish u a happy new year✨

@avaceleste sophiaaa💌 you've been here ever since the very beginning of skamfr season 6 and i always love talking to you and long live our eliola jokes, you were probably the person i started this cult with so here is our eliola emoji starterpack one more time in 2020 💏🌧🎬

@hashtag-ohboy-nicetry i have no idea whose side blog this was but the url alone made my entire year🤭🤞

@ random love anon❤ i love you and hope that 2021 will be a good year for you because you absolutely deserve it!!! wishing u nothing but the best i always love to see you around!💐💘

all the other amazing blogs i love and am always happy to see on my dash (doesn't matter if we're mutuals or not)

@floraflorenzi / @bi-kieu-my / @gumptin / @thegirlnooneknows5 / @littleweirdoss / @sohereisthisasshole / @noramachwtz / @nori-in-pink / @ayellowcurtain / @mailinrichter / @ijzermanora / @fudgetunblr / @lesbianfatous / @norgestan / @cfgc / @avaspereira / @theflowerisblue / @smblmn / @jon-astronaut / @amiraamore / @parelmoer / @stqrz 💘❣💐🦋💌🌸

i wish all of you a very happy new year and thank you for all of your gifs, posts, translations, fanfics & edits you all truly make this place beautiful❕💘

#mutuals appreciation #i rly hope that i didn't forget anyone

[movedtovervainbrokemyheart]

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@foretoldchaos literally made me fall in love with Zemo and like I literally didn't think that was a thing that would ever happen. lmao. I mean I loved him in FATWS. But I remember prior to meeting the mun I was like, I am never shipping with a Zemo, ever. Next thing I know I'm in love with Zemo and Aria's dynamic and I have a ship with Zemo. Listen the universe loves irony. Larry needs to die tho. Our stucky will slowly kill me as well. I'm feeling like it may do me in one of these days. I'm fine with it. It's a good way to go. I love to read the writing even if it's not with me, tbh. Just such a good time. Also Steve? Chef's kiss. Love him. Love him so much. Bucky and Violet both said so.

@fatedtragedie listen we talk almost every day now? And I swear our rps make me either so happy or so sad. Sometimes it’s a rollercoaster. The discord stuff is usually lighter than our tumblr threads which is so funny to me like wtf is that? But, our ships are so so good and I’d probably write anyone for you ever if you asked. You’re so sweet and chill and I know I can talk to you about whatever and you aren’t gonna jump down my throat or make me feel bad which for me is lmao kind of impossible at times. The writing is so great too and I swear that Stony thread gives me so many feelings. Not to mention Violet and Tony reuniting after endgame. I want to cry but not really bc If I actually cry it means downward spiral. So just pretend I cried. You’re one of my favorite people ever.

@twxcesaved I’ve always loved the Raimi! movies but a lot of people just don’t and for a long time I felt kind of weird about admitting they were my favorites. But then I came across your blog and it was like....is it cool? am I cool? I love it sm. I love this entire blog and all the rps on both my blogs and the mun is so so nice. Honestly, last night I got random pats, you know who loves random pats?? ME??

@ofdamages is awesome and I love our Damon and Stefan brother vibes. I do want to do more there. But the ooc chat is also a vibe. It’s easy and chill and sometimes we can just look at the lunacy of things and laugh about it. I appreciate that with my oc’s you want to make sure you get things right when you do little lists and things about them or headcanons. It’s like such a little nice thing you do. I also love to hear about your day tbh. So just all around rad. I love the writing too. I’ve written most with like Damon I think? But we will change that soon I promise.

@pantslessoptimism i’ll never spell your url right as long as I live. honestly, i’m going to resign myself to the fact that it’s not happening LMAO. what is happening? you. you are a cool cat. I love Sophie so much and I am glad that I have Spencer and some others here to appreciate her because AC and Ric are fucking trash. AC especially. When is someone going to make him go extinct like the dinosaurs. Actually, let’s exchange AC for the dinosaurs, who works in HR? I can set it up. Seriously though, she’s so fun and cool and I think it’s a lot of fun to chat ooc about stuff even if it’s mostly just me apologizing for AC because he’s such a bad person. Spencer will make up for it I promise. You are really nice and I’m glad to know you and write with you. 

#foretoldchaos #fatedtragedie #long post #( i touch vampires and they burn. i am invincible thanos ~ vervain speaks ) #twxcesaved #ofdamages #pantslessoptimism #long post tw

[ticklepinions]

gotta love how the tickle community worships and praises the popular/attractive blogs and ignores the harm they actively commit against others

THIS. While not all popular blogs are problematic, some of them rub me the wrong way. It's like they develop a superiority complex and it's so ugh. Like chill out, your follower count is just a number. Sometimes the tumblr community reminds me of highschool. I was "popular" in the sense that people knew of me but I wasn't a jerk to anyone (except to myself of course ahaha). But other people who were actually popular were so mean to everyone else and for what? Honestly gotta be disappointed in society cause we seem to forget we have the power to take away their status. However, sometimes people get carried away with the "cancel culture" and it makes me sick. Like let's talk about whenever drama happens, it eventually reaches the popular blogs and boom f*cking chaos. While I acknowledge that it may be just because it's spread to more people, I also want to point out that they're doing it to prove to people they're "better" in some way (in addition to there own personal beliefs of course). Like the tone when discussing discourse is always we're smart, they're the spawn of Satan. Like chill. Again, not talking about the obvious cases of p*dophilia. It's just like use your popularity for good and I'm glad there are some that do. OH. I remember, their popularity is often just used to shame people. Let me make something very clear. When you shame someone, they don't learn shit. When your math teacher shamed you for not knowing how to solve a problem, did you magically become a math wiz? That's what I thought. My beliefs are be kind regardless. Even to the people who hate me. When we shame people, they put up their walls, and rightfully so. You just show them that you're not willing to teach them the right way. "Well they should know better". Sure I guess, but looking back at the math example (yes I hate math could you tell?), these teachers spend years learning all this knowledge and then have the audacity to get mad at people when they don't understand like wtf? Did you forget you were in the exact same position before you became a teacher???? You lose all my respect when you do stupid sh*t like that. Personally, if you are patient and kind enough to work with a person whose views may be extremely conflicting of your own to better them, not in a "I'm a white person here to clean the blacks of their savagery" (🤢) but a genuine want to help people get out of a bad habit, and you're humble about it, you're just *chef's kiss*. There are certain blogs who strike me like this and I don't wanna tag but know you are appreciated. Before I ramble anymore, it makes me angry how certain popular blogs can just return to their regular posts and stuff right after they left a wake of destruction in their path. AND IRONICALLY, everyone is like ahaha like this post so I can spread love, there's tOo mUcH hAtE iN tHiS cOmMuNiTy. Like no f*cking duh, YOU are the hate in this community. Chile anyway...

Love getting asks from you guys thank you so much.

Remember you are loved, you're important and YOU MATTER! Hope you have a day as amazing as you. Such a cutie pie, I'm in LOVE.

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