#unbelievable. UNBELIEVABLE. OH I hope he fucking dies

[romulusfuckingroy]

(watching any episode of season 4) this shit sucks i miss too much birthday

#finn.txt #HOOONESTY #IS SUCH A LONELY WORD #EVERYONE IS SO UNTRUUUE #if I start second guessing it collapses :) #awww brudders #YEEEES YEEEEES YEEEEEES… apologies Greg I may have gotten a little carried away #ITS MY BIRTHDAY FUCK YOUUU #I will remain coated thank you. as is my right #I got a dick the size of a red sequoia and I fuck like a bullet train. okay? …prove it! #so go on. who’s here. who isn’t?? your dad. your mom. your wife and kids. ANY real friends? #I TOOK YOU TWO FUCKING ASSHOLES ON A CAMPING TRIP CUZ DAD COULDNT BE BOTHERED. AND I ATE SOME BAD FUCKING FISH! THIS IS BULLSHIT!!! #you’re a very fair maiden… a very evenhanded maiden… #yes I’m- I’m a walking rainbow band #the thing is the treehouse is cool and you’re NOT cool? #unbelievable. UNBELIEVABLE. OH I hope he fucking dies #privacy pussy pasta. #my- my thing was all bangers all the time. all bangers all the time #hey my partner is cold and he’d like to keep his fucking coat on ok? :) #i fucking love pussy. you see my moms?? #I mean we’re all obviously… hugely looking forward to my father dying but… #I don’t think she’s taken anything… just getting the demons out I guess… #you’re so full of grace! :D …what did he say? I think he said you’re full of grace! full of fucking what?? #are you okay? onlookers reported you having some sort of breakdown. people were anxious that you maybe swallowed your tongue?? #no one likes talking about me fucking guys more than you do. you know that? why is that??? is that because you’re the coo who can’t fuck???? #all the men got together in man club and we decided sweetheart everything’s fine so just *shh gesture* *sit down gesture* we got it :) #I already spoke to matsson. who hates you btw. and laughs at you constantly. #have a good birthday ok fuckface? #TAKE YOUR FUCKING COAT OFF. that’s enough! that’s enough. #it’s funny! it’s funny. you’re gonna laugh at it later. you’re gonna wake up in the middle of the night and be like ‘that was funny.’

[imkindaschizoidontknow]

Stress reliever

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Summary: Peter Parker needs to relieve some stress 🤷‍♀️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

W!: harsh language, oral (fem receiving), mature content, MINORS DNI

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Peter storms into her room after school.

“Can I eat you out?” He asks, he looks frustrated and tired, the way he asked that question was hastily, almost like he’d been waiting to ask that question since the moment he woke up. 

“Huh?” She questions, she’s taken aback by his words, especially since he was acting completely normal today in school, what had gotten into him?

“Can I eat you out? Please?” He repeats, he looks at her expectantly and she laughs. “Well I’m not gonna turn down that offer” she chuckles and he throws his bag down on the floor of her room, quickly kicking the door shut as he slides off his shoes. “What’s gotten into you? Why do you wanna, well, you know” she questions. He’s never like this, he normally eats her out before sex. It’s never like this.

“I need to relieve some stress” he slips off his hoodie and throws it on the floor before laying next to her on her bed and placing a kiss to her lips. She smiles into the kiss, her heart racing. He fondles with her breast and her hand finds its way into his hair, tangling itself in the silky brown mess.

His hand moves from her chest and trails its way down to her lower stomach pressing lightly. She gasps as she feels his hand on her heat. “Fuck,” she gasps out and pulls away from the kiss. He sits up and crawls in between her legs pulling off her shorts and pressing his thumb against her clothed clit. She gasps and squeezes her eyes shut. He looks at her as he slides her underwear off. She can’t help but smile and bite her lip as she sees her boyfriend between her legs. She props her legs up on her feet to give him an easier access to her pussy. He snakes his arms under her legs, resting his large hands on her waist before he buries his head in her pussy, licking and sucking her clit, tasting her juices. 

“Fuck!” She covers her mouth with her hands and her hands snake their way into his hair, pushing down on his head lightly. He emerges from her pussy, lightly rubbing her clit with his thumb. “Can you believe Mr. Harrington sent me to the principals office for showing up to his class late?” He says as he rubs her clit gently. “Ah~”

“Even though this was like, my first time showing up to his class late in, what, two fucking months! He’s so fucking selfish-“ he begins to rub her faster “F-fuck! Ah,” “And not only that, we had to have an emergency Decathlon meeting because Abe forgot to send in our paperwork to qualify for the tournament this year!” He slows down rubbing her clit, but he moves his hand down to her hole, “Ah, oh, gosh!” “So now, fucking Cindy and I have to redo all of the goddamn paperwork!” He pushes a finger inside of her “Oh fuck,” “Abe’s a cunt, I hope he dies. He could’ve just told somebody else to do it” “mm~ mmhm” “Like, if you know you have fucking badminton practice the same time you received the email to do the paperwork, then you could’ve just told Harrington that you had badminton! Can you believe that!?” “Mm~ y-yeah baby, unbelievable,” he begins to quicken the pace of his finger inside of her, and she gasps, “Oh! Gosh! Peter!” “Decathlon has me so tired, M’sorry that I don’t hang out with you much anymore because of it,” “N-No, it’s, ah, it’s f-fine” he sticks another finger inside of her, “Oh! And also, and especially this, is what ruined my day even more! I was in line for lunch and I decided to buy a jell-O, because I don’t usually have enough money to buy it, but they raised the price by 3 goddamn dollars!” “Ah! Fuck,” “I know, right! I wanted to cry, I just wanted some fucking jell-O,” “oh gosh! Peter,”

He quickens the pace of the fingers inside of her and buries his head in his pussy, his tongue circling around her clit, “and the lunch lady told me that I was short, but she basically yelled it out for everyone and their mom the hear!” “Fuck! Peter!” “Oh, sorry” he licks her clit quickly as he fingers her pussy. “Oh! Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” “Cum for me baby,” he says as he slurps up all of her juices, and he quickens the pace of his fingers inside of her, “Oh! Ah, I’m, I’m cumming!” Her back arches off the bed as he cums, hot liquid oozing out of her and onto his fingers “good girl,” he praises her as he takes slows down the pace of his fingers and stops licking her.

“You’re so pretty when you cum,” he praises her as he watches her chest rise and fall, she asks “fuck, how stressed were you?” And he laughs, “did I make you cum that hard?” “Yes! I can’t feel my legs!” 

“Aw, I’m sorry, honey, I’ll make it up to you” he slips his finger out of her pussy and sucks on them slowly and seductively, as he stares at her, “You’re such a slut!” She says and he laughs, “I can’t help it, you taste so sweet”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am SO sorry for that ending 😭 I could’ve done that better but hopefully you enjoyed the rest of it

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#peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker smut #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker #smut #marvel smut #marvel mcu #tom holland #andrew garfield #tobey maguire #marvel

[skyebounded]

Empty Words.

© Skyebounded, do not use my work, but you may share it.

Masterlist   .Harry Potter Universe Masterlist.

premise: There are some things you just can’t fix, and there are some words that mean absolutely nothing anymore. 

pairing: Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

warnings: unedited work, swearing, angst, cheating? kinda? toxic relationship.

wc: 1.5K

a/n: SORRY IF THIS IS SHITTY. anyway, I just wrote this in like an hour (hence the unedited-ness) but I hope you enjoy none the less. *casually shrugs* 

SIDENOTE: THIS MAN IS SO DAMN FINE IT HURTS ME PHYSICALLY. 

“Oh, you’ve got to be joking! Really Theo, that's the best you could come up with? You're sorry!?”

The look of disappointment growing on your face as you ran your fingers through your hair, taking a deep breath, as you tried to calm your nerves. You couldn’t see a way out of this one, not this time, and thought it hurt you, tugged at you to finally admit it, you had too. 

The look on his face, that small semblance of guilt and regret written over his features was almost enough to make you forget it, to just sweep it under the rug like he hadn’t screwed up, like he hadn’t hurt you, but it wasn’t. 

He reached out for you, letting his hand fall short as he saw the way you shirked away from him, clearly not wanting him to touch you in the slightest. The truth was, you were afraid that if you let him, that you wouldn’t be able to go through with it. 

“I fucked up, I know, baby please..” he pleaded, the smallest traces of nervousness laced in his tone. He looked almost as if he was shaking, truly afraid. He was just about ready to throw himself to his knees and beg you, but he kept his pride, bolstered up and secure. 

“Fucked up? That's an understatement Theodore!” You had never used his full name before, knowing how much he hated to be called it. You could see the way it stunned him, rendering him speechless for the shortest period of time before his jaw tensed and his body went stiff. You could see his jaw quivering ever so slightly, like he was holding back either tears, or the urge to yell, which one? you didn’t know.  

 “Theo, your hand was down her skirt! Your tongue down her fucking throat! Thats what you call a fuck up?” You wanted to rage, hit him, express how hurt you really were. You felt like your heart had been crushed in his hands, turned to dust with a simple touch, and then the remnants of it were blown into your face, all at your lover's hand. 

Despite everything you had heard about him, you had taken the chance, the risk, simply because you thought you were different, that he was different when he was with you, but he had proven to be exactly what everyone said. A cheater, a liar, nothing good, that's what he was. Nothing good. You felt so unbelievably stupid, falling for him. You could never seem to fully wrap your mind around why he chose you, and maybe this was why, because he could make a fool out of you, and by the time you realised it, it would all be too late. He had won you over with his charm, beautiful blue eyes, and handsome face, ignoring the warnings that you received, and it had all come back to bite you in the ass. You could feel the tears building in your eyes, prickling at the corners, but you were determined to keep them at bay. You wouldn’t let him see you cry, it would only prove your point. You glanced up to the stone ceiling, taking in a deep breath, fighting the way your bottom lip quivered. 

He had stepped closer now, and you swore you could hear his heart beating out of his chest, he was scared, so scared to lose you, and yet he was the one who messed up. He was the one that had ruined everything you guys had built together. All those countless nights together, wrapped up-tangled in the sheets, all the times you had spent telling him your secrets that you swore you’d tell no one, and all the ones that he had told you, finally being able to let down his guard, all of it, wasted over a single moment. He couldn’t be angrier with himself, but he didn’t know how to tell you that, to make you see that he was so unbelievably sorry for all the pain he had caused you. Part of him felt like there was no real reason to tell you he was sorry, he felt as if it would only be salt in the wound, and he was right, that's all it felt like to you. 

You couldn’t see how he could be so sorry, but yet he had still done it, you couldn’t fathom how that could outway the bad that he had done. 

“Y/n… please…I know-I…I” he didn’t know anymore what to say to make it okay, to fix it. He knew that deep down there was nothing he could do, not anymore. Nothing he said or did would fix his mistake, and now he would have to live with the consequences. Throwing himself at your feet, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, clinging to you afraid that when he let go, you’d be gone. He didn’t know what to do. “Y/n I love you…and I am so so sorry.” he tried. 

“No you don't! You don't love me, Theo, If you loved me you would have never! Could never! Thats not fucking love, that is nowhere near close!” 

Tears had breached his own eyes, staining the fabric of your skirt as he buried his head into you. A single tear broke from your eye, trailing down your heated cheek, cascading over your chapped lips. You could taste the salt, that conformation. You were frozen, unable to remove him from you. You didn’t want him to let go. Your breath had become uneven, chest heaving as your heart raced, ached. He loved you? That's what he had said, and yet.. Holding your breath you pushed him away, desperate to break free from him, but he wouldn’t break from you, his grip only tightened. 

“Theo, no..” you cried, “no you-you-Theo stop….please.” you squirmed in his grasp, panting as the tears broke from your eyes, trickling down your face. You clenched them still, hoping that it would stop them, but it only encourages them. 

“I can’t…I can’t let you go, y/n…I won’t…please..” he begged. 

He had finally left his pride at the door, here on his knees, begging you to forgive him, to overlook what he had done. The further he buried himself into your embrace, the harder it got to pull him away, to step away from him. 

“Theo, let go!” there was something so firm, demanding about your voice, it was so final. For a brief moment his grip loosened, just enough for you to break from him, pushing yourself up against the door, palms flat against the wood, and the other clutching your abdomen. You took a deep breath, the tears still flowing freely from you, as you fought to catch the escaping air. Your cheeks were rosy, heated with embarrassment, pain even, your eyes still clenched shut. You were afraid to look at him, to see how he was affected by the whole thing.

He hadn’t moved, hadn’t stood up, he was paralysed to the spot. His eyes fixed on you, as his eyes became glossy. He was numb. He hadn’t realised it until just now, you were lost to him, gone mentally and physically from him. You weren’t his and he wasn’t yours. No, he was yours, he’d always be yours, he thought, he would never stop…being yours. 

The silence had become defining, holding you captive as you stayed glued to the door to his room. You couldn’t move, couldn’t bring yourself to pull the door open and leave. Leaving meant it was completely over, all of it. And the truth of the matter was, it was over the moment you had seen it, the moment you had opened this forsaken door that you were now using as your sole support system. All of it had come crumbling down right before your eyes in a manner of seconds. A year's worth of ‘love’ ripped from you in a fleeting instant. Now, now it was time to accept it, to let it go, let him go. He didn’t even deserve that much, he deserved none of this, none of your patience, your willingness to listen to him tell you his poor excuse, not even the tears that you shed in his company. None of it. You had to do it. 

You opened your eyes, the tears ceasing for what felt like a brave moment as you stared down at him. Your face is fixing into that numb state of emptiness. No emotion, no feeling whatsoever. Your jaw clenched, breathing steady, despite your heart clamouring out of your chest at the sight of him. 

“And here I thought….you started, brushing your tongue along the inside of your cheek as you contemplated whether or not you wanted to hurt him just as much as he had done to you. “You know, you’re not even worth my words, Theodore. And to think I thought you cared…fuck you..We’re done.” You kept your voice as level as you could, doing your best to stay strong, as you reached for the doorknob, wrenching it open, stopping the moment you heard him stand up. Your body stilled, waiting, listening, but he did nothing…said nothing, not until you had forced yourself to step out of the room, flinging the door shut behind you.

“I’m sorry..” he mumbled, but you were already gone.

#Theodore Nott #theo nott angst #theo nott #theodore nott x reader #theo nott x reader #theodore nott angst #angst #harry potter fanfiction #slytherin #theodore nott x you #theo nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #theo nott x y/n #draco malfoy #theodore nott imagine #slytherin fanfiction #blaise zabini

[slutforavatar]

“And a half”

Pairings: Neteyam X Na’vi!Reader SMUT

Word count: 3.1k

READER AND NETEYAM ARE AGED UP TO 20!

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, degrading, swearing, spanking, hair pulling.

Summary: You live with the sully’s since your parents died when you were younger. You had invited friends over and they asked you how big you think your bestfriend Neteyams cock was, and he heard you. He takes you to the forest and fucks you silly to prove how big he is.

Y/n’s POV

“So y/n since you and neteyam are bestfriends and live together surely you’ve seen it, my ears twitch and my eyes widen “no i havent?” i laugh nervously, even though I haven’t seen it my mind always wonder’s how big it is, the thickness and the colour, i clench my thighs together to sooth the warm heartbeat in my core, memories of me touching myself to the thought of his long thick cock inside me. “how long do you think it is” my friends question breaks me out of my thoughts, i look at her as she smirks “quiet down remember i live with them, anyone can hear” my friends scoot closer to me “I can imagine its 18 inches” I whisper and my friends giggle “you guys are unbelievable” kiri walks in and laughs “dont you dare say a word to him” i plead her “dont worry i wont” dhe laughs “by the way your friends need to be home theyre parents are calling for them” they jump up “we’ll see you later” “cya” they walk away. “So y/n” kiri looks at me and wiggles her eyebrows “shut it kiri” i get embarrassed and I head towards the door “y/n” i hear someone call out my name and i turn around neteyam “hey” i gulp praying to eywa that he hadnt heard the previous conversation i had with my friends just moments ago, he smirks “wanna go flying?” i let out a sigh “of course” i smile then i start walking, neteyam not too far behind me “so y/n, i think your friends fancy me a little” i crinkle my nose “whys that?” i turn to face him, he looks down at me “well they were asking about my size, so they must have some interest in me” my stomach drops, oh no oh no shit. I wanna shrink in a hole, my best friend heard me talking about his dick. He leans down and whispers in my ear “18 and a half inches” my eyes widen, his hot breath fans on my neck “i-i dont know what your talking about” i look away from him in hopes he drops it “domt act like you werent talking about the size of my dick with your friends, how many times have you thought about my cock?” he rubs his hand on my cheek and i look up at him, my face is burning, my heart is beating as if its gonna explode “how many times y/n” my core tingles “a few times” i mumble this is so embarrassing, i mentally face palm “did you happen to be..touching yourself any of those times?” my breathe gets caught in my throat, my bestfriend is asking if i touch myself? a random burst of confidence hits me “maybe” I smirk. His eyes widen and he gulps “dont go all shy on me now teyam, i answered your question” i push him against a tree behind him “maybe isnt the answer i want” his raspy voice sends tingles down my spine “fine, i do touch myself to the thought of your thick cock inside me, making me see the stars” I run my hand down his stomach all the way to his thighs, his breathing quickens and his skin heats up, I lower to my knees. I look up and i smirk at him, his eyes looking down at me half opened, ears perking up high, slight pink shade spread across his face and his mouth slightly agape. “Have you ever touched yourself to the thought of me neteyam?” i place my hand over his clothed cock and I palm it softly, he sucks in a quick breathe “so many times y/n” he whimpers, i quicken my pace palming him harder and faster, his stomach raising and falling fast because of how hard and fast hes breathing, i smirk. “Tell me what you’ve pictured me doing” I look up at him giving him doe eyes as i slowly remove the cloth covering his cock “fuck um..” he clears his throat as he watches me remove his clothing, once ive fully pulled his clothing off his long cock springs out and hits his stomach, shit he wasnt lying 18 and half inches, i take him in my hand its so warm. Pre-cum slowly oozes out the top and I look up at him and smirk “come on tell me neteyam, what have you thought about me doing” “kinda like what your doing right now y/n” i smirk, i place one hand on his thigh then the other ome holding his warm member “details would be nice teyam” i let go of his cock, i bring my hand to my mouth then i spit into my hand. “i always thought about us doing this, you wrapping your soft plump lips around my cock.”

i squeeze my thighs together “your so dirty, thinking if your best friend doing that” i take him back in my hand and I pump him a few times, his eyes flutter shut “thats it y/n” i look up at him “open your eyes and look at me” he does as I say, he looks into my eyes and my core burns “what else do you think about” i pump him faster “i-fuck.. ive thought about you underneath me, screaming my name while i fuck you silly” he moans at the last words, holy shit i need him so badly. I scoot closer to him so his tip his almost touching my lips, i slowly lick his tip, tasting his pre-cum and I moan softly against him “so warm” he thigh muscles tense at my touch, lower my head taking more of him into my mouth breathe y/n breathe i remind myself to breathe through my nose so i dont gag “never thought i’d actually get you like this, all to myself” i look up at him then I slowly pull my head back letting him fall out of my mouth with a pop noise “n-no y/n i need your warm mouth on me” he whines once ive stood up “you’ll get it dont worry” i place my hand on his cheek and i softly caress it, he places his hand onto of mine then crashes his lips on mine, i grind against him softly trying to gain some friction between my thighs. He smirks into the kiss then pulls away “desperate are we y/n?” his arms snakes around my waist then softly spanks my ass “neteyam sully did you just hit me” i laugh “just a love tap” he smirks then he quickly slips us around so im pressed up against the tree. My eyes widen as i look up at him, he runs his hands down my chest, stopping at my clothed boobs “may i?” he tugs at the strings of my top softly “please” i whine, as soon as the words leave my mouth i watch his big hands tear my top revealing my boobs, his eyes widen then he looks back up at me “touch them please” he doesnt say a word, he takes my right boob into his hand and squeezes it softly, i moan at his touch hes so warm and his actions are rough i love it. He then lowers his head towards my other boob then takes my nipple in his mouth “fuck neteyam” i clench my thighs together, his hot tongue runs across my sensitive nipple then i place my hand on his head pushing him closer to my chest. My chest is falling and rising as plays with me “teyam i need you inside of me” i whisper, i lower my hand down to stroke his cock but he steps away from my body, i look at him confused had i done something wrong?. “You’ll get what you want soon, lay down now” he looks into my eyes giving me a stern look, i lower my body down then I lay my body on the ground “good girl” he praises me as he lowers to his knees, my breathe hitches at the praise and I grow more restless. He climbs on top of me, his eyes switching from my chest to my eyes “i wanna hear about your fantasies about me” he smirks, i push his braids out of his face and he lowers his face towards my chest “better start talking y/n or i wont be touching you anytime soon” he looks into my eyes and smirks revealing his fangs “fine” i pout, he places softly kisses all over my chest “i started touching myself to the thought of you when i had turned fiftee-” i was cut off by the boys laugh “shit that young?” he looks at me and laughs, my face heats up from embarrassment and i bring my hands to cover my face “no no dont be embarrassed y/n im flattered, you couldnt resist me” he smirks as he lowers his face back to my chest, slowly kissing all the way down to my stomach, i move my hands off my face “oh shut up you skxwang i was a horny fifteen year old with a boy around me all the time” he chuckles against my skin “now get to the good part” he runs his tongue down my stomach all the way to my thigh, i let out a soft moan and i grip his hair “i..i would think you were in between my legs pushing in two of your fingers inside of me” i clear my throat this is so embarrassing i mentally let out a scream “you dirty little girl” he looks up at me and a moan escapes my lips at his words. I look down at him and he has a surprised expression on his face “what?” i question him “you like being degraded” my face flushes.

he sits up then climbs on tops of me once again “does my little slut like how bad i speak to her?” he lowers his face towards my neck, he softly sucks at my skin “oh neteyam” i place my hands on the back back of his neck and i wrap my legs around his waist “please i need you so badly” i whine as i grind against him trying to look for a way to ease the throbbing in between my thighs “so needy” he mumbles in my ear then licks a stripe down my neck.

My eyes stay glued on him as he places kisses all over my thighs, hes driving me crazy hes so close to my aching pussy but yet he wont do anything “neteyam if your not gonna do anything then ill go find someone else to help me” i let out a frustrated groan, i'm so sexually frustrated i need him to touch me so badly but he wont, i let out a yelp when I feel him nip at my thigh with his fangs “your funny if you think im gonna let anyone else ever touch you again” his raspy voice mumbles against my skin “your mine now, you belong to neteyam sully” he slowly pulls down my clothing as i nod my head. I hiss as I feel the cool breeze graze against my exposed pussy, i look down at neteyam and hes basically drooling “wipe the drool off your mouth” i let out a snarky comment “your so wet, all for me” he looks into my eyes as he lowers his head between my thighs “need to taste you so bad” is all i hear him say before his tongue licks a stripe through my wet pussy “shit” i close my eyes “so good” he mumbles as he repeats his action, this time his tongue stops at my sensitive clit and sucks it softly and slowly “oh my god” i let out a sigh. He continues to suck my sensitive bud, i let out a loud moan and I grip his hair, i feel his large fingers rubbing against my opening “please” i whimper. I sound pathetic but he loves it. He listens to what i say and slowly inserts one finger into my slick opening “o-oh fuck” my back archs slightly as he finger grazes my walls, he slowly curls his finger inside of me just grazing a certain spot inside me causing me to let out a cry “another one please” i beg for him to add another finger, i need a release so bad. He does as I say and slowly slides another finger inside me, i tug his hair roughly and he groans against me sending vibrations through my core “your so fucking good at this neteyam” i push his face closer into my pussy “faster” i whine as i arch my back more, he speeds up his figure eight motions on my clit and curls his fingers once again “m’ so close, please neteyam” i squeeze my eyes shut as he moves his fingers inside me faster “fuck i-im gonna let go” i pant, i feel the hot white wave of pleasure surf through my body, i let out a string of moans mixed with neteyams name, my back arches towards the sky and my thighs close together with his head still between my legs still sucking me dry “f-fuck i cant… handle it” my legs start shaking as he continues “s-stop i cant t-take it” i beg as my body starts trembling from overstimulation. My body relaxes as he pulls away from my pussy, i look at him through my half opened eyes, my juices all around his mouth “you taste so good y/n” he softly rubs my trembling thighs “y-your so good at that” i pant as i try to catch my breath “arent you lucky i am” he smirks as he climbs on top of me again, his rock hard cock pressed against my thigh “put it inside me” i place my hands on his cheeks “you sure you can take it already after that?” he looks into my eyes reassuring i want to “yes please i need you” i nod, i use my thumb to wipe my juices off his cheek, i then place my thumb in my mouth and i suck my juices off my thumb, i feel his cock twitch against my thigh “you drive me crazy y/n” he pants as i grabs his cock and alines it with my entrance “if it becomes too much tell me to stop and i will” he looks into my eyes, i giggle “even when your able to ruin me your still a gentleman” i rub his cheek and he slowly slides inside me. We both gasp once he’s fully inside me “your so fucking warm y/n” i look into his eyes as he slowly starts moving, pulling himself out then pushing back in “you fill me so well” i whimper as he speeds up “you suck me in so well” he replies, low grunts and groans escape his lips making me love it even more. I wrap my arms around his torso and I dig my nails into his back “mark me” he pants as he thrusts in and out of me hard, i do as he says, i drag my nails down his back earning a hiss from him. “Flip over” He whispers in my ear, i do as he says. I prop myself up on my knees, my head on the ground.

with my ass in the air waiting for him to enter inside me again, i gasp as i feel him quickly thrust inside me “shit” I scream. He places his hand on my ass and squeezes it, his thrusts become harder and faster i could tell hes close “fucking hell..i..love your cock” i struggle to form any words “filling me so w-well” he rubs my back with one hand then his other grips my waist, i clench around him and i hear him groan “your mine forever” he groans as I clench around him once again “now you wont have to guess how big i am” I can even hear the smirk in his voice “y-yeah i wont be talking to my friends a-about your cock anymore” I moan after i finish my sentence “your all mine, y-your cock is a-all mine and mine only” I feel his cock twitch inside me, were both extremely close “i’m bout t-to cum” i let out a pant, his grip on my waist gets tighter “such a good little slut letting me use her wet cunt” he spanks my ass, his words tip me over the edge, my body shakes as my second orgasm rolls over my body “oh my fuck” i let out a scream as neteyam lowers his hand on clit and rubs it slowly increasing the pleasure to my orgasm “thats it baby let it out” he thrusts into me harder as he tries to search for his high “gonna cum inside you yeah?” he spanks my ass once again and smirks at the red handprint “p-please cum inside me, need you inside” i say weakly as my body continues shaking “fuck fuck fuck” i feel his body shake against mine as his hot cum spills inside me “your so fucking good y/n” he grips my hair and pulls me up so im sitting on his lap while his cum still spills out inside of me “your mine” he wraps his hand around my neck as he whimpers in my ear, i grind against him slowly helping him ride out his high “t-that was so good” he pants in my ear “now maybe you’ll remember 18 and a half inches”.

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[axelsagewrites]

Robb Stark*Honey Cakes

Pairing: Robb x f! reader

Word count: 1830

Part Two to Cloak however can be read as a stand alone

Warnings: reader being jealous, secret relationship, but mostly just pure enemies to lovers’ fluff

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At thirteen you despised Robb, more than anyone really, so why is it know you were sat down the table for him trying desperately not to stare at him? Your parents had originally tried to broker a marriage pact between you and the Stark however due to your mutual hatred of each other that plan fizzled and died. No one even knew you liked the boy. Well apart from Robb.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he whispered in your ear, his breath tingling the nape of your neck as he leaned down so no one else would hear as he walked out the room behind you.

Sansa glanced back, raising an eyebrow when she saw the warm flush on your face, but you managed to wave her off. Instead of letting him torture you any longer you grabbed her arms, “Shall we go see if the kitchen has any spare lemon cakes?” you asked, and Sansa quickly grinned in agreement.

You sat in the kitchen with Sansa for a good couple hours, laughing and gossiping about all the people at Winterfell. “Well apparently Alice, you know that Manderley girl. Well apparently, she has a crush on Robb,” Sansa said, gagging at her brother’s name.

Your eyes widened but you soon covered it up as Sansa grimaced about someone potentially liking her brother, “Who told you that?”

“Jane,” she said, picking at the crumbs left of the cakes you had both scoffed, “Apparently, she was hanging around the stables waiting for Robb so she could ask for help getting on her horse. Bit desperate if you ask me. It’s not like Robbs anything special,”

“Huh that’s so weird. It’s not like Robbs dumb enough to fall for that,” You did your best to act natural, but you could see Sansa’s eyes narrowing. “Well, you’d hope anyway,”

“Yeah,” Sansa said, her voice trailing off for a moment, “Then again according to some of the ugh boys,” she said, shuddering meaning you knew she was talking about Theon despite also knowing she had a major crush on him, “he’s had some…women at his room,”

“Oh?” this time you couldn’t not sit up straight.

“Yeah, but he wouldn’t tell anyone who. Theon thinks its some,” she paused to lean in and whisper, “whore,” she said, her eyes whipping around the room, “from the village,”

You sucked in your breath, trying hard not to either find Robb and kill him or cry, “He doesn’t seem like that kind of man,”

“That’s what Jon said but then who was in his room?”

“When was it?” you asked as if you wanted to break your own heart.

That was until Sansa said it, “Last Sunday,”

Fuck. Last Sunday after not being able to sleep and being too afraid of the nightmares to come you turned to Robb for some kind of comfort. Nothing happened but you did sleep in his chambers and then he helped you sneak back at first light. “How strange,” you muttered before trying to change the topic, but your mind still lingered on how good Robbs morning hair looked.

The cook eventually grew tired of your whispering and threw you both out the kitchen. Instead, you went to Sansa’s room to practise your needle point then eventually trudged back to your own room. When you entered your chamber, everything seemed normal. That was until you saw the honey cake sitting beside your bed with a note.

“I tried for lemon, but someone had eaten them all” – it read, making you laugh at the note. You sat on the bed, picking up the cake and smiling at the single wildflower he’d sat beside it.

-

The next morning you arrived at the dining hall before any of the stark children. Your parents were sat with the ned and cat at the head table, so you ended up plopping down in an empty seat and a near by table. “Morning,” an unbelievably smooth voice grinned as Robb sat himself in the seat across you.

“Morning,” you said as you tried hard not to smile too largely back. “You’re almost as sweet as that honey,” you said, lowering your voice.

A faint blush covered his cheeks, “But not as sweet as you,” he said but as he opened his mouth to speak a gritty, irritating, annoying voice spoke up.

“Good morning, Robb,” came the sing song voice of Alice who you had never thought annoying until last night.

Robb barely glanced over his shoulder at her as she walked off, “Morning Alice,” he said as he turned his attention back to you. his eyebrows squinted at the now stoney look on your face, “What?”

“Nothing,”

“Cmon tell me,”

“It’s nothing,”

“Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me,” Robb rapidly repeating, grinning wider at each jab.

You sighed, “Fine. Its just,” you sighed again, “she has a crush on you,”

His face froze for a moment before he burst into absolute laughter, “Oh the gods,” he laughed, clutching at his stomach as both of your parents began to stare.

“Quit it!” you whispered, slapping at his head.

“You’re jealous,” Robb laughed, thankfully quieter, as he swatted your hand away, “Aw honey that’s adorable,”

“I’m not your honey,” you grumbled, “and I’m not jealous,”

“Am not,”

“Are too,”

“Am not!”

“Are too- “

“Youd think by now you two would grow up,” Sansa yawned as she sat beside you, and you were both forced to act like nothing happened.

-

Later that day, for no other reason you swear, you decided to go riding soon after you overheard Robb suggest the idea to Jon. Sansa was thankfully in lessons meaning you quickly changed and heading down to the stables.

“Robbie, could you help me- “Alice began to say as you walked in however, she hadn’t seen you.

Robb however did, “Oh hey!” he greeted, walking past Alice who now wore a deflated look, “Oh sorry Alice, Jon can you give her a hand?” Jon went to step forward, but Alice muttered something about her parents before turning and leaving. “Huh, weird,” Robb half grinned.

“You wanna come riding with us?” Jon asked you as he began to fix his own saddle.

You glanced at Robb before nodding, “Yeah sure lemme get my saddle ready first,”

“I’ll get it,” Robb said, moving to grab it before you could stop him.

Jon laughed and rolled his eyes as he finished his own horses’ reins, “So at what point are you two love birds gonna admit it,”

“Admit what- “

“Save it,” Jon rolled his eyes, “He stinks of your perfume, and you’ve accepted his help in the history of well ever,” he said as he flung his arm around your shoulder, “Aw sister,” he teased as he ruffled your hair.

“Fuck off,” you grumbled as you escaped his grip and tried to fix your hair.

However, Robb walked past and laughed, “Adorable,” he grinned as he kissed the top of your head before fixing your horse. It was actually nice to be able to be open about not hating Robb as you three went around the gods’ woods. However, after a very pointed look from Robb and a lot of teasing from Jon he finally decided to throw Robb a bone and go back himself.

“Are we ever gonna tell anyone we don’t hate each other anymore?” Robb asked, ruining the perfectly good conversation about how gorgeous he thought you looked today.

You grinned at him, “Who said I don’t hate you anymore?”

“The feelings mutual,” he laughed as you finally returned to the stables. “I’m just saying would it be so bad,” he asked as he jumped off his horse, quickly moving to help you down. You swung your leg around, so you were sat sideways on the horse. Robb moved to grab your hips, lifting you down. Your arms went to his shoulders to steady yourself.

“I don’t know. I mean maybe…” you started to say but trailed off as your feet hit the ground, but Robb didn’t step back. His warm breath fanned your face, tickling your cheeks. His hands moved slowly to the small of your back, pulling you in closer till you were flush against him. His lips were only a fraction away and it only took a couple seconds till you felt them brush against yours. you couldn’t wait anymore as you pushed up, closing the final gap.

Sure, you had been flirting all week, but this was your first kiss with him, and you melted into it. if his hands were not on your back you may have collapsed. Just as your hands went into his hair, which was unbelievably soft, you heard a gasp.

You pulled back to see Sansa standing in the stable doorway. “You’re the whore?!” she asked, shocked before her cheeks flushed red, “I don’t mean- “

“Sansa!” Robb half bellowed, turning round ready to tear his sister a new one when you grabbed his arm.

His head span round to face you and you mentally made a note to remember how good he looked with his jaw tensed, “Theres’s back story, I’ll explain later,” you said before turning to Sansa, “It’s not what you think,”

“You were kissing my brother!”

You sighed, “Okay it’s kind of what you think,” you said as you walked closer, “but not as bad as you think,”

“Oh?” she paused before her eyes widened, “Oh! Ew!” she grimaced. “That’s so weird. I thought you hated him,”

“I did but,” you paused, looking at Robb who smile down at you. you reached for his hand which he gladly accepted, squeezing yours lightly, “it’s different now,”

Sansa gagged before turning to Robb, “if you hurt her. I will kill you,”

“Aren’t you supposed to say that to her? you’re my sister,” Robb said incredibly.

Sansa paused for a moment before realisation dawned on her, “Oh you’re going to be my sister one day!” she began to celebrate. You laughed at her as she jumped into your arms but made no effort to stop her, “Do our parents know?”

“Not yet,” you said as you pulled back from her grip.  “Let us tell them know,”

Robb nodded as he pulled you over to his side, draping an arm around your shoulder, “Yeah. I get to brag about her first, not you,”

“No fair,” Sansa pouted but Robb ignored her as he looked down at you with a dopey smile.

“Can’t wait to tell everyone you’re mine,” he said softly, leaning back down for another kiss which you gladly accepted.

“Oh, gods I can’t,” Sansa shivered as she quickly left however you just laughed before turning back to Robb.

Your arms found their way back to his shoulders as his found the small of your back, “Now where were we?” you asked.

Robb smiled, leaning down slowly, “Somewhere around here,” he whispered before his lips fell back onto yours. how could you hate him now?

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[kissitbttr]

how about mean!cheerleader having her first fight with eddie? i need a little something angsty soooo bad:(

ask and you shall receive baby! this is quite short. hope you don’t mind that<3

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eddie and mean!cheerleader have their first fight

the anger that burns inside of her still hasn’t died down and she doesn’t want to do anything she’d regret later, but it’s so difficult when eddie is being a downright prick to her. it’s like he has no idea how to control his choice of words. yet, she’s trying so hard to keep her cool because she doesn’t want him to get hurt.

“oh so now you’re not talking to me? you were having fun chewing my goddamn ear off just earlier!” he sarcastically says, looking at her who refuses to do the same.

“yeah, cause you were being a dick” she mutters, furiously flip through her magazine, trying to shake his rude tone off her mind. “you didn’t get what i mean. so why don’t we just call it.”

he laughs humorlessly, running his hands through his hair frustratedly. “what did i not fucking get, y/n? you were overreacting, there was nothing going on between me and rebecca! her nose was this close to bleeding, thanks to you!”

she slams the magazine down, raising up to her feet so she can now look at him dead in the eye,

“that bitch had her hands all over you, twirling your hair and shit, ignoring me as if i wasn’t there. as if i wasn’t even your girlfriend!” she angrily responds, only to hear him scoff

it’s s good thing that there aren’t a lot of people at the bleachers, or else she would be giving them a show for the third time,

“you didn’t even do anything about it! just laughed and enjoyed the attention she gave you. i tried telling you but you brushed me off! and fuck, do you know how hard it was for me to not knock that bitch out?”

“oh? well why didn’t you, huh princess? it’s what you’re good at right?”

the way he says it… god he makes it sound like she’s a terrible person.

he implies that violence is the only thing she knows how to do in terms of solving things. it hurts her. because she knows damn well that’s not true. she doesn’t like hurting people. that’s not who she is entirely

“no, smartass! not at all! because i have actually been trying to fix that. it’s hard but I’m trying! i just- when it comes to the people that i love, i have to do whatever it takes to not lose them. and i love you, so i got scared okay! I’ve told you million times about this already.”

he’s quick to shake his head, scoffing at her. finding it hard to believe that his girlfriend is trying to find a way to justify her actions. “no-just—you do not get to play that card with me. you almost broke her nose, y/n. if it wasn’t for me, she’d be at the nurse’s office by now.”

“oh, what, you’re her knight in shining armor, now?” she tilts her head curiously, arms crossed. “her fucking prince, is that it? maybe i should’ve broken her nose. or her arm. how about that?”

“god you’re unbelievable” he breathes out a tired sigh, putting his hands on his hips. “i had know fucking idea you’d be like this.”

“be like what?” she pushes, challenging him as she steps closer. his eyes are filled with rage, she can tell. and she dares him to say it. “you can’t even say it, can you?”

“no because it’s not worth it anymore.”

“uhm yes it is! she’s the reason why we have this fight in the first place! because you picked her side over mine!”

“i didn’t pick her side, stop putting words on my mouth!”

“you did!” she argues, “if you didn’t, i wouldn’t call out on your shit! she likes you eddie, why can’t you see that? she wants you, she wants my boyfriend! how the fuck are you so damn clueless?!”

“jesus h christ, y/n! you need to drop this insecure shit you have going on! it’s not cute! just because I’m dating you doesn’t mean that other girls can’t talk to me!” he yells, eyes wide in anger because he can no longer hear anymore of her complains, it’s tiring. “no wonder your exes are fed up”

her body soon freezes momentarily. as he draws a few steps away from her, she feels the beat of her heart begins to slow down, as if there’s no air left for her to breathe.

so many things he had said was just plain wrong and she has no idea where to start.

oh, eddie… why did you have to say that?

“w-what?” she feels small as she chokes out, eyes turning glossy, “insecure?”

when eddie looks back at his girl, he immediately realizes what words were spewed from his mouth. to see her trembling and looking like a kicked puppy just makes him want to punch himself in the stomach.

what has he done?

“wait.. n-no baby i didn’t mean that, i was just-“

“you’re the only person who never calls me that” she then breaks into a full sob before walking away from him. she can’t be in the same room with him now. anywhere but here. she needs to clear her mind,

“y/n, no, princess please I’m-i’m sorry.” he begs, running after her. “i didn’t-“

“don’t!” she immediately stops him. “i don’t want to talk nor see you right now. don’t even bother, eddie.” with that she continues to walk off, wiping her tears away with her palms,

his heart chips away piece by piece when her cold tone appears, especially after hearing her call him by the first name. he’s always been eds, puddin or neddy. it was never a first name. and that’s when he knows he’s fucked. he has hurt her. it pains him to watch her cry like that in front of him. it just kills him. especially since he promised that he’s not going to do it, because he doesn’t want to be like all of her former boyfriends. he promised to treat her better.

but he just feels like he has become one of them. hurting her. his girl.

“f-fuck” he has his hands in the back of his head, hanging low with his eyes shut. “munson you stupid. fucking. freak. what the fuck have you done.”

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pt.2

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson x mean!cheerleader #eddie things

[mactavishenjoyer]

Okay I need a Ghostroach au fanfic where after 09'Ghost gets shot he wakes up as 22' Ghost. (Still not a writer so sorry if it's bad)

He didn't have the pleasure of being thrown into another body while it was asleep like in the movies. He awoke into this world in the middle of a battle. Does it truly even count as another body if it's still him? That's unimportant he just has to finish this fight. It's unimportant what it's for. He just has to survive it. "L.T. what the fuck are you doing?" A familiar voice said, pulling Ghost behind a wall for cover. This man sure looked like the captain just shorter and without an eye scar. Ghost came a little bit more aware of his surroundings...well he actually became aware that Roach wasn't with them "Where's Roach?" Ghost said hoping that he imagined him getting shot. Please let that have been all in his head. "Who?" Soap responded with a look of confusion.

It had been weeks since Ghost had woken up in the world. Weeks of searching for Roach. He never joined 141 which means he has to be still out there or he died before he even got the chance. Ghost tried shaking the thoughts out his head. Roach had to still be alive, he was Roach after all. He sat across Price, his heart racing. "I couldn't find a Sergeant Gary "Roach" Sanderson." As those words left prices's mouth Ghost felt his heart sink, maybe Roach never existed here. Would that be better? He would have never had to go through all the pain he did before but Ghost deep in his heart was selfish, he wanted to hold Roach. "But I did find a Gary Sanderson" price slid over the files in his hand "According to our records he was dishonorably discharged from the military. So are you going to tell me what this is about?"

"Unimportant to any mission, sir."

"that wasn't what I asked."

"He's someone important to Simon Riley. I need to make sure he's safe."

Everything felt like a blur after that. All Ghost could focus on was the fact Gary was alive. Price gave Ghost his address and within the same week Ghost was standing outside his door. His heart was racing as he waited for someone to answer the door. After seconds that felt like minutes someone did. Gary had all the same scars....every single one his had. "Oh, I wasn't expecting a visit from the grim reaper! May I help you?" Gary's laugh even sounded the same. "Gary I-" ghost thoughts were cut off by the sight of a little girl hugging Gary's leg, She had Gary's eyes,"You have a daughter?". Gary turned to his little girl, telling her to go play upstairs. She ran off and Gary turned back to Ghost

"You are standing like a military douche. What the fuck do you want?"

"to talk."

"oh, really? Someone that comes to talk comes with a gun? You know you assholes won't fucking leave me alone. I haven't said shit about what happened so go tell general s-" Gary's rant was cut off by Ghost kissing him. Ghost slammed the door shut as his mask fell to the floor. "Simon?" Gary said, stomach turning as if seeing a ghost"I thought you where fucking dead.".

They sat in Gary's living room, drinking tea. "Why didn't you fucking tell me you where alive?" Gary looked as if he was fighting back tears "I got told in a fucking hallway at 20 that the love of my fucking life was murdered with his family.". "I'm sorry " was all ghost could muster to say, knowing that the truth was unbelievable. But wasn't that what Gary was upset at? That Ghost never told the truth? "It's been 10 fucking years, Simon. A sorry isn't going to fucking cut it.". Ghost felt as if he was choking "who did you have a kid with?" Ghost said trying to ignore that he can't truly apologize for what he did to this Gary because it wasn't him that did it. "...just like you... never liked the attention being on you, huh?" Gary's voice was softer now "After I thought you died, I threw myself at anyone who would have me to try to distract myself. I thought it was easier....until I got a Superior's wife pregnant. I didn't know she was married. I got dishonorably discharged. Beaten almost to death and then paid to keep quiet about it. Riley thinks her mom is dead. You know .... since lying about people being dead always makes things easier." Ghost would roll his eyes at that last sentence if it wasn't for the realization that Gary named his daughter Riley. "Her name's Riley?" Ghost felt emotions he didn't think he was capable of feeling anymore.

"Yes, named after my dead boyfriend who's sitting in my living room....why are you here?"

"because I love you."

Or something like that. This is long enough and I'm not a writer so idk how to end it. Especially since the angst In me wants to trick y'all into thinking everything is going to be happy just to kill roach.

Part 2 of the idea

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[lizard-dumbass]

Alright so the TOH brainrot has come back in full force after the finale came out so now i too am making one of them lists of things that i liked/stuck out to me. Also sorry if this ends up just being a bunch of incoherent nonsense

HOLY SHIT TITAN!LUZ. the design is so cool what more can i say. Furthermore,

HOLY FUCK LUZ DIED????? i was so not expecting that and good lord was it heartbreaking. Eda and King's reaction to Luz's death were also heartbreaking, and so was the Collector finally realizing what death really is. And oh my god puppet!Camila crying as the balls of light pass by her, showing us that she has had the realization that her daughter died. After the grief and trauma of losing Manny, Camila and Luz had a heart to heart which made their bond stronger than ever, only for Camila to lose Luz aswell.

LUZ SAID THE THING! NOW EAT THIS SUCKAAAAAA!!!!!

THE BOILING ISLES IS BIGENDER BABY! i honestly love the titan so much now. His bad girl coven t-shirt and glyph pants and dad-bod are absolutely everything. (Also what's with the little hooty worm sticking out of her eye socket??)

The goddamn bread pun 😭 that warms my heart so much

The raeda in this episode was IMMACULATE. I was really hoping for a kiss but i'm still happy with what WAD gave us. The loving stares, Raine's absolute joy when Eda and Titan!Luz came to their rescue in the throne room, the hugs and nuzzles, the cuddling in their new nest, etc. They seem so relaxed and happy at the end. The world has been saved and now they can finally live their lives together and rekindle their relationship. Oh and how could i forget the EARRING SWAP!! they're wearing eachother's earrings!!! I've seen quite a few ppl interpreting the exchanging of earrings/jewelry as a marriage custom in the demon realm, implying that Eda and Raine are married in the timeskip. I never cared much for the idea of raeda getting married but you know what? I like this headcanon.

Raine whistling raine's rhapsody/eda's reqiuem.

Hunter is a palisman carver! And he has a new palisman! Apparently the little blue jay's name is Waffles and that's just adorable.

Raine also has a palisman now and it's a little fox! I wonder what their name is though.

The entire hexsquad has matching Flapjack tattoos! Also Flapjack's grave, that gave me so many feels. But im so happy to see how Hunter has healed!

Harpy Lilith!

Eda is the principal of a school now?

Eda's hook arm! Also just everyone's new outfits/appearances in general. I love Raine's fully white hair and their scars and their outfit just oozes gender. I love Luz's outfit and punk eyeliner. I love Amity's hairstyle. I love how Lilith kept her short ginger hairstyle. I love Gus's new hair and his little beard. I love Willow's shorter hair and sporty outfit. Mattholomule has a real mustache now!

Fuck yeah they figured out how to remove sigils so now the BI residents can do magic like the Titan really intended!

Aladarius canon??

Everyone reuniting with their dads. Amity running to Alador whilst Odalia just stands at the side with an annoyed face. Fucking priceless. Willow's dads kissed on screen! Hunter thinking no one would be there for him only for Darius and Eberwolf to show up and accept him into their family. my heart 😭❤️

Eda and Camila finally got to meet!

Luz reuniting with King and Eda made me sob so unbelievably hard.

Luz and Vee graduated together!

Luz goes to college in the demon realm!

I thought she was giving all her Azura stuff away at first but i think she's actually bringing it all with her to college.

I love everything about Luz's quinceañera (or should i say KING-ceañera)

I love the very last part where every character we've come to know and love over these 3 wonderful years (except Odalia lmfao) say "Byeee!" to the audience. What a perfect way to end this series.

I think that's it lol i have so many thoughts

#lizard-dumbass talks about stuff #text post #toh spoilers #the owl house #raine whispers #eda clawthorne #lilith clawthorne #luz noceda #hunter toh #willow park #amity blight #gus porter #alador blight #odalia blight #belos #phillip wittebane #darius deamonne #raeda #raine x eda #lumity #flapjack toh #titan!luz #the collector #watching and dreaming #vee toh #camila noceda #eberwolf #king toh #i think that's everyone #so many characters to tag lol

[ashwhowrites]

Please could I request something where reader isn't a cheerleader but buys/steals a cheer uniform to surprise Eddie ^-^

Hope this is what you wanted!!

Eddie didn't actually like any of the cheerleaders

He wasn't attracted to their looks

Or the lack of personality

He was just attracted to the outfit

The small outfits

He didn't like any of the cheerleaders

Plus he had his own girlfriend

And she was definitely way hotter than the whole team

"Eddie seriously, you don't think a single one of them is hot?" Gareth asked, munching on his school lunch

"No because if you saw any of them in regular clothes you wouldn't be this attracted to them. It's the outfit that makes you think you find them attractive."

"that's such bullshit." Jeff laughed

"it's really not. Yeah they are pretty or whatever, but if you met them just normally BEFORE you knew they were cheerleaders you wouldn't put them on such high levels. It's the uniform that makes you think of them as pedestal worthy." Eddie ranted

"what is my boyfriend on a rant about today?" Y/N sighed as she sat down at the table

Reaching over into Eddie's ( fully packed lunch since she made it) and stole a fruit snack

"nothing." Jeff said quickly

"that makes it more suspicious" she said, giving Eddie a watchful eye

"cheerleaders" Dustin said

Eddie sent him a glare which caused Dustin to quickly sink in his seat

"why are you ranting about cheerleaders?" She asked, all boys at the table refusing to make eye contact

"Edward" she said sternly

"nothing babe. I was just telling them they only think the cheerleaders are goddess worthy just because of the uniforms, not because they actually like the girl." He shrugged

"oh that makes sense." She said, agreeing with her boyfriend

Eddie smiled proudly as all the boys groaned

"see, and she's hot like this all the time. And as a goddess she doesn't even need the uniform." He kissed her cheek with a wet loud smooch

The boys gagged and groaned again

But now that had her thinking

What would Eddie think if she wore a cheerleading outfit? He obviously finds the style of it extremely attractive

She smirked , she could definitely play around with this

After school she went to the gym

Bugging Chrissy to let her "borrow" a uniform that no one needed

Quickly finding her size she took it home

Her and Eddie had plans tonight to watch a movie at his house

Wayne would be gone

It was the perfect opportunity to ruin her boyfriend

She threw on the small skirt and tank top

Throwing Eddie's hoodie over it

Covering her legs with sweatpants

She giggled to herself the whole way to Eddie's

Knocking on his door with a playful smile on her face

"why are you so happy?" Eddie laughed

His girlfriend is practically bouncing on her sneakers

"I have a surprise for you." She said

Pushing her boyfriend to sit on the couch

He watched confused, but slightly excited

"remember when you said the cheerleading outfit is so unbelievably sexy" she smirked

"I don't think I quite said that, but sure." He laughed, hands resting in his lap

"well I figured if all your friends get to drool over cheerleaders, you shouldn't have to miss out because you have a girlfriend." Her smirk growing

"what? I don't want to drool over cheerleaders. I drool over you all the time. You are all I need baby" he said, grabbing her hand to pull her in his lap

"shut up and let me give you this" she said, pressing a finger to his lips

He watched confused as she took off her pants

"I definitely like this" he whistled.

She laughed and did a small dance as she flung her sweatpants on his lap

He laughed as she spun around

The laugh died in his throat when she removed his sweatshirt off of her

Gulping as the small skirt framed her curves

The small tank top is tight against her boobs

Her body looked delicious

He licked his lips as she gave a full spin

The skirt flowing around her movements

"fuck baby" he moaned, palming himself over his, now very tight, jeans

Her legs were going on for miles

Her stomach showed as the top rose up

Small hints of the hickies he left around her belly button were peaking through

"you like?" She smirked. Sliding herself on his lap, slowly. Putting slight pressure on his growing hard on

"I fucking love it" he moaned, big hands landing on her back and ass. Pushing her on him further

"why don't you show me?" She whispered, biting his ear lobe

Eddie definitely had a thing for cheerleaders now

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[thehobbem]

Jane Eyre - Part II

DKZJFBDGHSJAKSJD THIS IS THE WORST MARRIAGE PROPOSAL IN LITERARY HISTORY

*clears throat*

A few days ago I wrote this post about my first thoughts on Jane Eyre. Since people wanted to see my reactions to further events, here I am.

I gotta say: you were all holding out on me, because not only does Jane Eyre have a man more ridiculous than Darcy (by a CLEAR mile), but it also has a clergyman more insufferable than Edmund Bertram, which??? should not be possible???

Okay, so:

I was hoping Rochester would give up on the wedding and confess to Jane about his wife in the attic, but nope! And he would've gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for those meddling solicitor & brother-in-law. Like. This man is so idiotic, and felt so unbelievably sorry for himself, that he said with his full chest "yeah, bigamy is the solution! :D".

...Very uncomfortable how the narrative attributed the lowest possible vices to Bertha Rochester, while calling her "the creole". The vices weren't outright attributed to her being of mixed ancestry, but it felt like that was what was meant. All very uncomfortable. As uncomfortable as when the landed gentry wanted to visit a Romani encampment to see the Romani people (while, ofc, using the g-slur) as if they were animals in a circus? Hmmm, yeah, tough call!

(Look. I'm not gonna go around publicly denouncing books from past centuries for not being politically correct, bc that is an idiotic way to relate to literature from the past. Society was what it was, and not even the authors we admire so much were above that most of the time. But I can, and will!, look at certain things and go "wow, this aged like fucking milk". I think that's fair.)

AND THEN

Rochester, who can't possibly be thinking straight, proposes that Jane become his mistress!!!! Edward Fairfax Rochester, have you ever even MET Jane Eyre?? Do you know her but at all????

And he's like "me, me, me, what's to become of me, am I to be denied love, doesn't the world feel sorry for ME" and I nearly spit on my kindle, I was so mad XD How is this man, pushing fucking FORTY, putting on this preposterous show and leaving this 18-year-old girl to comfort him?????

(To bring up the sad sack that is Edmund Bertram again: it reminded me when Edmund wrote to Fanny: Maria has brought ruin to their name, Tom has nearly died, everyone is in distress, and he's like "But Fanny. Think of ME!!!" ugh)

But yes, honestly, Rochester's not evil, but he's so. goddamn. stupid. And draMATIC. I love him, he's a riot.

...I do not love how he kept blaming others for him marrying Bertha. Like. Sir. You were an adult and you married her of your own volition. "My father" this, and "her family didn't tell me" that, but YOU looked at her, thought she was gorgeous, and agreed to marry her. So fuck you. Hold yourself accountable, for a change. You man child.

So yeah, Jane runs away, which is totally the right decision, and without any money, which is totally the wrong decision, and ends up eating burned porridge again, and I'm like. If I had a nickel for every time Jane Eyre had to eat burned porridge while starving, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

Jane is then saved by the Rivers siblings: Mary and Diana Rivers, who are absolutely precious, and St. John Rivers, who is absolutely

UNBEARABLE OH MY GOD WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME

Me, every time St. John appeared on the page:

Hey. Charlotte? Charlotte. Was this a ploy? Did you bring St. John into the story to have us like Rochester more? Is St. John your way of going "Yeah, I know, Rochester is deranged, and what he wanted to do was morally and legally and spiritually wrong, but look at how boring righteous people can be!"? Was it? If so, it FUCKING WORKED, BRING EDWARD ROCHESTER BACK RIGHT NOW.

*rubs temples*

Also??? aekjsdzcbvsdjfsk I can't: St. John: "I found you employment." Jane: "Really? Which is it?" St. John: rambles on about the will of God or something, for entire paragraphs. Jane, who patiently waited for him to finish: "So? The job?" St. John: "Right! I don't know if you're gonna like it, but" rambles on again about the will of God or perseverance or something, for entire paragraphs. Jane: "Right. And the job?"

SIR FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE TELL US WHAT THE FUCKING JOB IS

THIS IS LIKE MR. BROCKLEHURST ALL OVER AGAIN

...Oh. Oh.

That's the point.

St. John really is Brocklehurst again, I love it: both love to talk about how Christian they are, and how it's important to lead a life of humility, etc -- the difference being, ofc, that St. John is not a hypocrite, fat capitalist pig, he's actually leading by (insufferable) example. And they both make Jane feel bad about her true self, just in opposite ways.

And St. John wants to be a missionary, because of course this insufferable man wants to be a missionary and impose his views on nice people who are just living their fucking lives. And he goes on and on about... idk, bringing light to the unenlightened and saving pagans or whatever, and it's SO pedantic, and it's SO patronizing, and it's SO... UGH.

I cannot believe Jane gave this man a quarter of her entire fortune.

AND THEN

HE MAKES THE WORST MARRIAGE PROPOSAL IN THE ENTIRE ENGLISH LITERATURE

No, I have not read the entirety of English literature, but oh boy am I fully confident in my statement. This is the WORST. Like. Mr. Collins' proposal is a shining beacon of unbridled love and romance next to THIS.

Me, reading his proposal:

"Jane, you weren't made for love, you were made for labour. You were made to be a missionary's wife" QEIARKSHV\CZNB;SAEKFJSDVC I'M GONNA GOUGE MY EYES OUT WITH A SPOON

At least Jane, too, was full aware of the insult XD Love that when she told Diana of the proposal, she repeated those exact words, and Diana was like "Girl, what??? Nu-uh!!!".

But it's all great. She refuses him, and he gets all prickly and assholish about it in the most holier-than-thou way possible, I hate him, but then she hears Rochester's voice in the wind crying out for her, and she hurries back to Thornfield. Sure, we've all been there.

Then we find out karma does exist and is the proverbial bitch: Rochester lost an eye, all of his eyesight, a hand, and his manor. Wow.

And then???? They have the CUTEST reunion ever???? And I was so happy for him???? For them??? Charlotte 😭😭😭👌👌👌

Rochester being all jealous of St. John, and I'm like "no, you're safe, he's the worst, he told Jane she wasn't made for love".

He also holds himself accountable at long last (hard not to, after all that), and he thought Jane was deeeeeeaaaad, and he was inconsolable and I'm a MESS

So all is good in the end: they marry -- LEGALLY! :D -- and have a child, and he recovers his eyesight on the eye he still has, and the Rivers siblings marry and are happy, and the book ends... with a letter from St. John saying he's dying??? WHAT

I love all of it. Specially St. John dying. A few stray observations:

The foreshadowing of future events is very well-planted, nicely done, Charlotte. That horse chestnut tree being split in half by lightning after Rochester proposes marriage to Jane? 👌👌👌👌👌 If I ever saw an omen!

And Jane. So smart, so good, so compassionate, so horny on main, so witty, so brave. May God keep St. John Rivers far away from her forever and ever.

LOVE how Jane begins with an aunt (who knows her and hates her) and 3 cousins (a John who torments her trying to diminish her, and two sisters who don't care if she's alive or not) and ends up having an uncle (who doesn't know her but loves her) and 3 cousins (a John who torments her trying to "elevate" her and two sisters who love her and save her life). The story is obviously very cyclical, and I enjoyed that a lot.

Don't know if I love or hate the fact that Charlotte slapped a "St." in front of the name of the John who wants to be a missionary and is the opposite of the first John XD (Yes, I know St. John is a real name, I've seen it many times before, but it's a bit on the nose here!)

...I wonder if Miss Ingram ever found out that Rochester wanted to marry the governess. I would've paid Charlotte Brontë good money to write THAT scene.

And last but not least: Pilot is the goodest boy in the whole wide world.

#jane eyre #charlotte bronte #english literature

[lady-lazagna]

hello tumblr user lady-lazagna.

what are your current tsubasa thoughts?

i know you like to think about him so i'm putting him in your head

Hello tumblr user fullcaps-ethan.

It is true, I do like to have him in my head. I keep him in a little cage up there. Don't worry about it, he has a hamster wheel, a water bottle, and some grain to nibble on👍 While he's up there, I like to do a little Angsty Projection.

The main projection point came from the "outsider looking in" feeling. I had already had this portrayal of him in my mind for a while, but after Metal Fury and the Legendary Bladers debacle, it solidified.

Almost all of the bladers in Fury are hoping that they were chosen to have star fragments, unaware that this was mostly predetermined by ancestors. And when they're told about this, and how the remaining chosen blader has to fit into the specific category of Winter constellations, hope is lost for a lot of them- Tsubasa included.

The show doesn't dwell too much on this for him, since the "not feeling worthy" storyline is given to Masamune (for good reason, that storyline fucked💚❤), but I like to dive into how my main boy Tsoobs feels about this (because I need his perspective in every situation, because I am sick and unwell).

A fun little tidbit about Tsubasa's constellation, Aquila, is that it's mainly a Summer constellation (appears between June and October, and is a point in the Summer triangle). And who ends up being chosen as the legendary blader of Summer? His absolute favourite guy on the planet, Ryuga.

That has got to be salt in the wound of not being chosen; to have the guy who not only tried to destroy the world and hurt all your friends in the process, but hurt you specifically in a deeply personal and traumatising way, be chosen as some kind of hero destined to save the world from the ultimate evil. And he doesn't even do it! He fucks up Zeus's Barrier and then dies because he was too prideful to work with the team. How unbelievably insulting to every other blader on the planet who would've been 100 times more worthy.

Tsubasa spent the whole of Masters learning to rely on and work with his friends. He knows he never would've fucked up like Ryuga did because he doesn't have a problem working with the team. But instead, Ryuga got the power, wasted it, and traumatised yet another one of Tsubasa's friends in the only selfless act he'd ever committed. Dying was the only good thing he'd ever done, Tsubasa would think, spitefully.

But oh my god he absolutely Cannot say that in front of any of his friends; they all admired and respected him as a true blader, no matter what he'd done! So he must keep all these feelings to himself, or they'll all think he's a terrible person with no compassion. Just continue to say nothing, and you'll keep the peace. Besides, the legendary blader of Summer is someone who deserves it now, right? Why continue to be angry?

The legendary bladers are the saviours of the planet. Even though every other blader in the world contributed to taking down Nemesis, they were the ones that assembled and fought the villains all the way through. Everyone around them fades into the background. Tsubasa wishes he could fade like that too, and be able to do his own thing without having to stand beside people far superior to him every second of the day. But for some reason, Director Ryo just won't let him. He continues to drag him to the forefront of every issue alongside the legendary bladers, so he's always feeling like he's working with people who don't need him. What is being a trained spy to having the power of a star, anyway?

So there he stays, bitter and utterly inferior with a pointless existence. Maybe if he bothered to communicate any of his feelings to his non-legendary friends, he could get some support- or maybe he'd just make them feel worse as well. Who's to say?

#maybe a hug would fix him #sorry if you were looking for silly thoughts and were smacked with The Horrors #but you know what they say #mfb #metal fight beyblade #beyblade #beyblade metal fury #tsubasa otori #beyblade ryuga #headcanons

[itslottiehere]

you’re no good alone (h.s) — part 3

hello beautiful people 🤍 it’s here. you’re no good alone part three is finally yours. i still can’t believe someone other than me — and occasionally, one of my friends — is reading what i’ve wrote. i cannot thank you enough. i hope you enjoyed this little journey, i really do. i do have to say that when i wrote part one, i thought it was going to end there; but i’m happy to have written three parts. so, again, thank you so much for all your support. i’ve never thought i’d get more than 5 notes on my stories, and i would’ve died happy. but more than 300? not even in my wildest dreams. you’re unbelievable. thank you, thank you, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. 

so, it’s all yours. enjoy 🤍 and please let me know what you think about this, or if you have any other suggestions for other stories!

tw: angst, little swearing, mention of alcohol

word count: 3.1k

part 1 | part 2 | masterlist | let me know what u think here

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was he so high that he imagined this? he took only a couple of pills, not too many. he couldn’t be that out of his mind from just that. so, that meant that he didn’t dream about her voice coming through the speaker.

she realised she called him H, so she forced herself not to call him that again. they weren’t in that place anymore.

“Harry? are you there?”

yeah, definitely not a dream.

what was he going to say now? what was he supposed to say to the woman he loved? 

loved? what? he loves her. present tense. 

on the other side of the line, she was sat up, her back against the headboard, knees close to her chest, a hand playing with her lip. she took so many of his mannerisms, one being this one. 

“angel, you’re going to break your lip if you keep pulling on it like that.”

“H, you know how i get when i study. i’m anxious, drink embarrassing amounts of coffee and play with my lip till it bleeds. that last one is your fault, actually.”

“what? how’s that my fault!”

“you do it all the time and i picked it up!”

“not my fault you’re so obsessed with my lips, lovie. if you didn’t keep staring, you wouldn’t have picked it up.”

“oh, fuck off. i have to study.”

“nope, not before i get my kiss.”

“you’re such a child.”

she had to kiss him exactly 14 times before he let her study. fourteen. 

the silence on the other side of the line gave her time to reminisce about the past, and she stopped playing with her bottom lip before actually hurting herself. 

but that silence wasn’t comfortable, it was full of unanswered questions, the first one being, why the hell did he call her up?

this is what his mind was shouting at him right now. why did you call her if you didn’t even know what the fuck to tell her? you moron. now she is going to be anxious, you know how she gets. why are you doing this to her? why? 

he managed to make his two remaining brain cells work and finally opened his mouth.

“uhm, hi- yeah, i’m- i’m here.”

and now what? what was she supposed to say to him? was she supposed to tell him she knew he was drunk? 

“listen, i’m drunk right now and i don’t want to keep you up, i know it’s late.”

okay, now she didn’t have to worry about that.

“and i don’t want to have the conversation i wanted to have while i’m like this, so i just wanted to ask you if we could see each other one of these days, and just talk. i’m back in london now.”

she very well knew that. it was impossible when social media basically followed his every move. she knew he was back in london, and she was terrified about possibly running into him, especially with the way she looked. she looked tired, and any amount of concealer couldn’t hide her under eyes, or the greyish colour her face had taken. it looked like they sucked the life out of her.

now, it was her turn to talk, she remembered.

“uhm..”

oh god, she was going to turn him down, wasn’t she? she had every reason. he couldn’t even muster up the courage to call her up when he was sober. no, of course he had to be drunk to finally grow a pair. (she always said the saying actually had to be “to grow a pair of ovaries”). he would chuckle at the memory, if he wasn’t waiting for the last part of her answer like his life depended on it.

as if that was far from the truth.

“you don’t have to say yes. i know this came all out of the blue and you weren’t expecting this so if-“

she interrupted him, because even if all her brain was shouting was a huge “no”, her heart was saying the exact opposite. and, as always, she listened to the latter.

“no harry, it’s okay. i think we could do that.”

he never felt more sober in his life. she said yes. she agreed to see him. him, harry. 

as said, he hated hearing his full name from her mouth, but that would do now. he would take any words she would say to him, good or bad. 

“that’s- that’s great. would you like to go to the little coffee shop, at the corner of your street? say, sunday?”

they both knew that he didn’t pick that place and that day randomly. they always went there on sundays, whenever he was home. at first, no matter what he had to do, sundays were for them and just them. they would walk down the street, hand in hand, get into the little shop and get breakfast. he’d always get pancakes, eggs and black coffee; she’d order whatever pastry was the specialty of the week and a cappuccino. 

“this doesn’t taste as good as the ones i drank in italy” she’d always say, but she still ordered it every time because she missed those times she studied abroad. 

but then, he was busy with tour, and the album, and the meetings and they didn’t even have that little tradition anymore. this was one of the many things that piled up and made her choose to break up. 

“uhm, yeah, that sounds okay. say around 10?”

“that’s perfect. see you sunday.”

——

sunday couldn’t come soon enough for harry. he was giddy — anxious, yes — but mostly giddy. he couldn’t wait to see her face.

and then there was her, who was already dreading sunday. if she wasn’t sleeping that much before, imagine now that she was going to see him in a matter of hours. 

she almost bailed on him, thought about texting him some lame apology around a thousand times, but she knew he deserved a bit more than that. if she didn’t want to see him anymore after today, she’d tell him to his face.

so, she put on a nice sweater, a pair of jeans, her converse, tried to cover up her exhaustion as well as she could with makeup, and she was out the door. 

the walk to the little place took her 8 minutes max, and when she arrived at the corner, she saw him sitting at their usual table, a steaming cup of coffee in front of him, and a nice cappuccino and what she thinks is the pastry of the week. 

she took a deep breath and went in. now or never.

he was practically shaking in his chair, knee bouncing and eyes frantically looking around for her. was she going to come? he’d understand if she didn’t. he knows this was going to be hard for her, for the both of them. two months without seeing each other seemed like a lifetime to him. would she feel the same way?

the door of the little coffee shop opened, and the tiny bell rang when it closed again. there she was.

it was like someone punched him in the chest, he couldn’t breathe properly. she was so incredibly beautiful, maybe not in the most obvious way, it’s just something about her that made everyone who looked at her feel safe. she looked amazing. but he didn’t miss the look in her eyes, or better, the lack there of. there was no light, the spark he saw in them when she looked at the carnival lights on their first date. they were dull, and he immediately understood that he was the cause of it. that made him feel sick.

she spotted him and gave him a small smile, that didn’t reach her eyes. he looked good, as if there was a time he didn’t. even when he was sick and feverish, he was still the most beautiful human being walking on planet earth. 

he had a little stubble now, he couldn’t grow a full beard, and she knew he hated it sometimes. 

“i’m a grown up man! i should be able to grow a full beard!”

“H, you know not everyone can, right? and that’s perfectly fine. you look good in any way. maybe not the big moustache though.”

“well, mitch can! why can’t - hey! what’s wrong with my moustache?”

she approached the table, and he stood up to greet her. were they supposed to hug? shake hands? they settled on standing in front of each other, rather awkwardly, just saying hi, and sitting down at their table.

they both couldn’t believe how am hard it was making conversation now, it never used to be. not even when they first met. 

“uhm, so, how’ve you been?”

he wanted to smack himself. how have you been, really? for someone whose job depends on having a way with words, this was really bad. he could clearly see her dark under eyes, meaning she hadn’t been sleeping a lot. he wished he could say they were all because of the late nights study sessions, but he knew that was far from the truth. 

“i’ve been.. okay, i guess. just studying.”

and crying about you. about us. missing who i was before, wondering when i lost myself. 

“i knew you had your last exam on wednesday, latin lit, right?”

“yeah, yeah i did. can’t believe you remember.”

how could he ever forget? how could he forget anything about her?

“well, i guess i talked your ear off with that even months ago, huh?” she added, chuckling a little bit. he did too.

she took a sip of her cappuccino, and then returned the question:

“and how are you?”

how was he? right now, he was on cloud nine: he couldn’t believe she was actually here in front of him. but at the same time, it didn’t feel like before. it just wasn’t the same as it was. 

“i’m okay, been writing a lot lately.”

that was the truth, he was writing a lot, just incredibly sad songs that couldn’t be put on the album. whether because they are way too intimate, or because they make people want to throw themselves off a bridge.

yeah, “okay” may not be the best way to describe how he was feeling.

“oh, well, that’s good.” she answered.

and then they were both quiet. nothing about this silence was comfortable, and they couldn’t understand when it became so weird between them.

was this a mistake? she thought. why did she come here? what was she hoping for? why does it feel like it’s hard to breathe? why does it feel like they are strangers? why does she feel like her heart is breaking all over again? she couldn’t take it anymore. 

“i-i’m sorry harry, i, i can’t do this.” she whispered, feeling like there was no oxygen around her. she started getting up, gathering her things and leaving a few pounds on the table.

“what? no, please, just sit and we can-“

“no, harry, i can’t do this. it’s just too much. i’m sorry.”

she ran towards the door, leaving as fast as she could, getting away from him.

and again, he was frozen in his spot. he was letting her go, again. was he really gonna let this happen? 

fuck, no. not this time.

he ran out of the coffee shop, turned on the street and found her figure basically running towards her apartment. he ran after her, and when he finally reached her, he put his hand on her forearm.

“please, stop. you can curse me out, hit me, do whatever you want, but i can’t let you get away. not again.”

she turned around to look at him, and he saw her eyes filled with tears. this was going to kill him. 

“i don’t know what to tell you, harry, i-“

“please, please for the love of god, stop calling me that.” he told her, wincing at his full name from her mouth.

oh right, she forgot he hated that.

“you don’t have to call me any pet names of course or anything, you can call me every name in the book, but stop calling me by my full name.”

“alright. still, this doesn’t change the fact that i don’t know what to tell you.”

“then why don’t i talk?” he said, and without letting her reply, he resumed. 

“i know it sounds cliché, but i have to say this to you: i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry, you have no idea. there’s not one day — hell, there’s not one second — i haven’t regretted not coming after you that night.” he looked straight into her eyes, and she couldn’t maintain eye contact, his gaze too piercing. so, she shifted her gaze to the ground. he noticed. but kept going.

“i was an idiot, and god knows i still am, but i’m not stupid enough to let you go again. not now, not ever.” he put his hands on her cheeks and turned her face up, because he needed to look at her for everything he wants to say. she closed her eyes, she still couldn’t look at him.

“i have been miserable these last two months. and i don’t want to sound like an asshole, but i know you’ve felt the same way, i can see it all over your face. i hate that. i hate that i made you feel even a hundredth of what i felt like.” she opened her eyes and looked at him, tears threatening to spill. his breath hitched: even if her eyes are still the most beautiful sight, right now they weren’t the same ones that used to look at him so full of sentiment.

“i hate seeing how dull your eyes are, i hate how i killed the spark you used to have in them. i hate it. i hate that i had to be far away from you, and i hate that i found the courage to talk to you only when i was drunk.” his eyes welled up with tears, but he tried to keep them at bay.

“i hate that i love you and i wasn’t able to show it properly.”

she was at a loss of words. there it was, everything she wanted to hear for the last two months.

“i- uh. thank you, for saying all this. but please, do not put all the blame on yourself. our relationship ended because of the both of us. so, it’s my turn now.” 

“no, you don’t have to, real-“

“no, i have to. i apologise for not being supportive enough, at times. i knew you wanted me there at some concerts and i didn’t come because i had to uni and stuff. i’m not apologising for putting my future first, but i’m sorry for not supporting you enough, especially when i knew that these moments were special and important for you. i was selfish, and i’ll always be sorry for that. it wasn’t right.” she took a deep breath.

“i’m sorry i didn’t reach out, because i should’ve known that you’d end up drinking. maybe not to you directly, but maybe to mitch or the band, just to know how you were doing. i’ve heard the stories about your previous breakups from your friends, and i knew that that was your coping mechanism. i think i tried to make myself believe that you were doing fine without me. i really hoped you were. i still hope you’re going to be.”

his face fell. what did she just say? why was she talking about the future as if she wasn’t going to be in it?

“what? what do you mean ‘i hope you’re going to be’?”

“i mean, i hope that you’ll be able to move forward someday, and find someone who’s there for you, all the time.” she looked at him, furrowing her brows. why was he so surprised?

“you’re unbelievable.” he looked away, chuckling wryly, his hands dropping from her face.

“excuse me?”

“how do you think i’m ever going to be able to move on from you? every single fucking song i write is about you! everything i do, i do it because of you, for you. there’s no one else. the one, the other half of the apple, my soulmate, whatever you want to call it. you’re it for me.”

“Har-“ she caught herself before slipping up again. “when i decided to meet up with you, i didn’t think that was going to change anything. at the end of the day, don’t we have the same problems as before? you’re all over the place, and i’m here. we haven’t actually resolved anything, we just apologised to each other, nothing has-“

she couldn’t finish her speech, because suddenly his lips were on hers. 

and god, did she miss the feeling.

that kiss felt like going home. 

harry couldn’t believe he went two months without this, without her.

she felt like she finally started breathing, like she was in an apnea for the last two months. 

this kiss was soft, like they were afraid they’d break each other, like whatever was between them was so delicate that they were utterly terrified of destroying it; but still hungry, they couldn’t get enough. for two months they deprived themselves of this, and harry was sure he wouldn’t let that happen ever again.

after they were out of breath, they pulled apart, and he pressed his forehead to hers.

“that was, uhm- that was good.” she said, a bit lightheaded.

“yeah, it was.” he chuckled lightly.

“but..”

“no ‘but’. please.”

“okay, uhm, however..”

“that’s just a fancy ‘but’, you smartass.” 

she chuckled at that, and he felt like every single flower in the world bloomed at the sound of her laugh. he wants to hear this sound for the rest of his days.

“we do need to talk about everything. if we don’t, things won’t change and we will end up in the same place as before. and if we want this — us — to work, then we need to-“

he kissed her again.

“i’m trying to talk here, can you-“

and again.

“just give me a min-“

and again.

“oh for pete’s sake, H, let me talk!”

she called him H. he couldn’t help but smirk, that soon became a full smile, his bunny teeth in full display. 

“what are you smiling about?”

“nothing, angel. just looking at you. go on.”

—

soooo, here it is! i wasn’t planning on a happy ending, i have to be honest, but i couldn’t break your heart anymore! i’m so glad i had the chance to share this story with you all 🤍 thank you, all the love to you all x

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[justjyve]

So... While I've not been the most active on a good day, more prone to dropping in and out and mainly become a blog to comment on the going ons with General Hospital and all that jazz... I've been caught up with the show, and do have things to say in my usual way... I felt it appropriate before any of that to talk about Billy Miller.

It still hurts.

I found out through a notification on my phone, a tweet / xeet from William DeVry noting the passing of Billy and as soon as I saw his name, an "oh no..." came out of me and I tapped that thing as quick as possible, hoping it was another Billy... but no.

It's so odd, shortly before that I was binging Justified and was so delighted when Billy popped up for an episode ( albeit, for a very not good guy ) and I was so happy to see him, which made me think about him and hoping we get to see him in some new series.

Oh, no, it hurts again.

I was a Jasam fan, back in the day, though with the whole Franco business I was more a fan of Sam. Jason was.... He was a character that I was souring on, though I appreciated the grief portrayed when he had "died". When it all unfolded that Jason was alive and coming back, I was excited, though more for Sam and what the story would bring. And then that first scene, when Danny wandered into the hospital room of "Jake Doe", that's when I first saw Billy.

I was skeptical about another actor portraying Jason, I think we all were, but when we went through the stages of Jake Doe, a man with amnesia, a new face ( I loved the explanation of that rather than just accepting he always looked like this ) and having some mysterious bond with those of Jason's past -- Sam, I'm talking about Sam, the fury I had for Elizabeth knowing who he was and keeping it a secret because "It's my turn" yeah I remember that shit, and then the revelation, the story was done so well. Not having "Jason" fall immediately to who he was but struggle with it. Gentle with Sam, them both taking it slow. We watched them fall in love again and I... I fell for his Jason. I fell for Billy. Because it was definitely not Steve Burton's Jason, definitely a 2.0 version, and I loved him. He was funny, he was warm, he was fierce and protective but not anywhere near "stone cold" but one open with his feelings. And that was all Billy to me. That's just how he was and I loved him and what he brought to the character.

He played a Jason that hated his past, his mistakes, and for all the Sam fans, he did what we wanted Jason to do so many times -- leave Sonny and the mob, for the woman he loved, went a different path, a safer one, and I was so happy for them.

And then Steve Burton came back, and they ruined that story, jasam 2.0's story, and it turns out Billy's Jason wasn't Jason, but Drew. All the things we loved about his Jason turned out not to be Jason, not to be the character development that I was so happy to see, and god, it was such shit, but Billy acted the fuck out of it and gave us Drew's turmoil of his whole life that he took so long to remember not even his.

So, I fell in love with Drew. Loved his character. Because I truly enjoyed watching Billy. And when Drew was written off, I mourned not only the character but not having to see Billy on my screen again. At least not on General Hospital.

When the show kept hinting at Drew being alive, I was so desperate for it to be Billy, though that was dashed but I did love the character, giving a chance.... Just not the same, though. Never would be, without him.

Suits was a blessing when I got into it and didn't know he was in it a few episodes, and that was a real treat. I wish we were blessed to see him more and more. He really was a bright spot in the acting community, in the soap community. I mourn that I never made it to any conventions to meet him and tell him how much I loved what he did on the show. I remember the video and I believe letter he put out when he left GH. A class act. So unbelievably kind. Such a bright smile.

And he's gone.

I keep tearing up at the thought. The realization. He's gone.

God, do you all remember "killy with kindness"? I don't even know this man, I can't imagine what those that knew him, loved him are feeling. Hudson put out a post about working with him and it broke my heart. So many lovely posts from his co-stars. His friends.

Breaks my heart now knowing he was in such a dark place, suffering from himself, that he saw no other way out...

I mourn the guy he was, the talent he had, the love he had to give and for others to give to him, I mourn what could have been, the what ifs, I mourn him.

I'll miss you, Billy Miller. You were wonderful.

#general hospital #billy miller #tw: death

[demigods-posts]

Reasons Why The Day I Got Expelled from The Lightning Theif musical is an amazing song:

1.) "Well, they don't pay attention to you either...especially if you're their kid 😒😒" like, the shade lol

2.) "Yeah, the Gods are real, and they have kids, and those kids have ✨issues✨" BAHAHA

3.) "You never listen to me...but now you're gonna listen 'cause it's time you heard our side of the story😤😤" like, yes, it is time.

4.) "LOOK...i didn't want to be a half-blood" ahhhh it's directly quotes the book 😫😫😫

5.) "She threw a peanut butter sandwich at YOU. I stopped it with my head🤓" I love Grover so much

6.) "I knew something was up when I heard my name get yelled." "The day it all went down." "I saw something odd is Mrs. Dodd's frown." "The day it all got weird." I love how this section breaks away from the 'the day I got expelled' motif and in the most ominous way because this is the day the moment Percy's life changed forever and he almost died and he's twelve years old and how fucking scary would it be to see this happen?? I hope the TV adaptation does this scene justice.

7.) "It was only a matter of time before-" "I got kicked out?" "That's not what I was going to-" "You think I'm trouble just like everyone else?" This makes my heart ache bc all Percy wants is someone to believe in and be proud of him, and in the books, we see that he does try to be a good student, a good kid, for Mr. Brunner, but one slip-up (that wasn't his fault) and the teacher he looks up to is disappointed in him. poor percy 💔

8.) "...I'll see you on the bus.." the moment of silence after this line is unbelievable. letting the reality of life-threatening monsters and gaslighting hit because they clearly didn't want him to know about this (bc the more he knows, the more dangers he's in, but he doesn't know that). like, shit's immaculate.

9.) "So, if you think you are a half-blood, better get headed to the exits now, 'cause folks will think you're lying. Better run, and don't start crying 'cause you're monster chow." oh, he is bitter and he has every right to be.

10.) "Nobody listens to me! They never listen! They never listen to me! They never listen, oh!" honestly, this line was the reason this post exists because what an amazing call back to the beginning of this song AND to books. he's right. no one listens to him and no one listens to demigods. and this line is in a musical about a story where demigods finally tell their side of the story. this moment doesn't get talked about enough.

11.) "Dude, you got expelled (I didn't want to be a half-blood)! Expelled (I didn't ask to be a half-blood)! Expelled!" I love how as their talking over him, reminding him of all of his faults, he's just screaming that he didn't fucking want this. he didn't want to be a hero, or save the world, or fight in a war. he just wants to be alive and safe, as do all half-bloods.

This started out as me commenting on one line in a song, but I, honestly, might do commentary on every song in this musical because it is so good!

Tags:

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo text post #pjo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #chiron brunner #mrs.dodds #this is a pen. #the lightning theif #the lightning theif musical #tlt musical #tlt musical adaptation #tlt musical commentary #the day i got expelled

[unsleepingtales]

Vulture Dimension Time I’ve got my ice cream let’s do this it’s our time it’s our year

Everyone’s outfit is Fantastic today

Some good ol fashioned summer fun

The vulture dimension is great right

They’re actually doing this. I keep thinking oh they’ll just do a normal episode but no they’re fully gonna do this but for however long it takes

That’s such a fair assumption gorgug. I would also think I had died.

Why did you do this to yourselves

‘It’s not gonna work any other way than the way I want it to’ this is so Brennan’s revenge

All that buildup <3

Trans joke trans joke

From the vibe they all had. Absolutely.

Love gorgug trying to do plot things in the vulture dimension

Oh Zac is GONE

Are these real

HOMEBREW ALERT: Feather of the Vulture King: Breaking this oily feather summons 1d4 vultures. They are not under your command.

I want these items so badly.

Cassandra glowed from that??

Oooh new battle board camera angle!!

It’s not yesterday! What a good motivational statement.

Devastating.

God he hit her for 20 dmg off a cantrip and she did 22 from a 5th level spell that really is devastating

Woooo hit himmm

Get off my lawn!

Gorgug has So much to be mad about here

(Brennan rolling too many dice)

One of my favorite things about dropout are the captions <3

Riz giving his silvery barbs advantage to Fabian after the bardic/least favorite friend exchange is. I’m thinking and feeling things.

Nat 20 luck check is incredible

Ally.

THIRTY NINE

NICELY DONE FABIAN

So… what happens at school now?

Go homeeeee get out of my house

What are you doing baby girl

Why are you doing this

Emily you HAVE a nose piercing. It’s not a septum but cmon.

DO YOU HAVE A WARRANT

Gorgug is so done I love him so fucking much

I am the exact same way when it’s been too long a day with too many things.

GET HIS COP ASS GORGUG

Oh the identify spell has a radio filter on now that’s fun

What’s threatening the existence of the school at the folk festival?

Riz art hiiiiiii

Siobhan’s outfit is so great

Red light??

Copperlilly caterpillar <3

Three cheers for stage tech arcana.

Like the 24 point stars from the book?????

Enchantment effect?

OH MY GOD

Rage effect. Fucking hell.

I so wish I could hear about spells being cast through concerts without thinking of uhv. Unfortunately I cannot.

Guys. Guys.

No! Eat it now! Don’t give him hot sauce mom!

Just fun videos to look back on

Nobody noticed Zac saying Kristen the rats can’t vote and that’s criminal bc it was SO funny

He frenched the vulture king

How good can a rat’s history check possibly beeeee

Ooooh Lucy was doing necromancy?

NO

There’s definitely not a rat world under the school 💀

Awwwww

Spot needs to be the next d20 plushie

Oh god

Oh nooooo

Gross

RIP Spot 💔

THAT TRAILER EDIT WAS SO CLEAN

ALSO WHAT THE FUCK THOUGH

She died so recently ok

Add it to the fucking pile

Fig’s dad is an archdevil I think she can afford wizard class

HELLO????

An unholy last rites. That’s so fucked.

Oh SHIT okay

Did Lucy’s party turn on her?

Holy shit that’s intense

Here there be giants?

Christ

Work a miracle Kristen

Who’s the fuckin turncoat man

God they’re so good at being teenagers

Kristen just literally saved someone’s soul. Good lord.

Saint Kristen Applebees.

Oh my god.

Holy shit! Nice job Kristen!

I hope they can reach Cassandra somehow. I honestly can’t tell if the resolution of this arc is letting them go or finding them through work and either one is beautiful but I love Cassandra and I want them to be okay.

Where do you live 😭

Oh godddd

They’re being really inconsistent with the days of the week and I can’t tell if it’s on purpose time quangle/exhaustion stuff or if it’s just a mistake. Like, the party was on a Friday night and then the next day was Sunday. The festival was on a weekend day and then the next day was also a Saturday. It’s bugging me.

Yeesh.

DID THE DIRT MAKE HIM MAD (am I overthinking this)

Consigliere of the geeks

Sklondaaaaaa

Devastating

I’m unbelievably wealthy and me and my friends just discovered the site of a double homicide #justgirlythings

Fabian is taking care of them and I love him so much for it

Please please please

YAYYYY PORTENT

Oh I just read such a nice fic about Adaine studying barbarian stuff with Gorgug <3

HE CAN DO THIS

Teddy bear of helpfulness holds concentration, would he be able to use that whole raging?

Gorgug Thistlespring my BELOVED

I felt weird about being mad 😭😭

But he doesn’t burn and pillage and murder! That’s not how the bad kids adventure

God porter annoys me

WOOOOOOO GET THAT MCAT

The Last Stand exam

oh god if Kristen gets moved to pass/fail what happens to the others

Oh fuck Gorgug

RIZZZZZ

HES THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO TAKE STRESS FOR OTHERS

Henry encouraging gorgug to build a time machine?

Oh thank god he’s still on the owlbears

I think I have to lie down. He’s me.

The fact that their relationships with their parents are suffering because of this is fucking heartbreaking

Bitch fuck all the way off ok

It’s fine it’s all fine everything’s peachy I love my life 🥲

Awwww is Aelwyn gonna visit Adaine at work

ALSO Cait May said Aelwyn’s art was based on her mini. Which means we’re gonna see an Aelwyn mini. Which I’m so excited for.

Glad to see Aelwyn is still Aelwyn

Oh nooo

CLAMFACE CUNTHEAD

CLAMHEAD CUNTFACE

What in the worldddddd

COTTONCANDY BITCHFUCK

Adaine Abernant and Siobhan Thompson I love you so so much

Yeah what does happen if Gorgug is affected by the rage magic.

It’s our time! It’s our year!

#fantasy high junior year #reactions #verbal component

[2ndprinceofdarkness]

Lightbringer Act I: Scene 2

^^Read the Rest

ACT I: Scene 2: REVELATIONS

[Uriel sits, holding a golden-blood-covered cloth to his right cheek, facing away from LILITH, entering Left.]

LILITH: You're back early? 

URIEL: [Jumps] Oh fuck, mom–

LILITH: [Seeing his golden-blood-covered cloth] What happened?!

URIEL: No, it nothing–

LILITH: Just let me see–

URIEL: I'm fine, Mom, really.

LILITH: What happened?

URIEL: Just a group of exorcists who... didn't know their place, it's taken care of.

LILITH: Okay, as long as you are sure you're okay. Now can I see? [URIEL sighs refusing,] Sit down, Uri. [He flops onto the couch, giving the rag and his golden-blood-stained cheek to LILITH as she sits carefully beside him.]  Who did it?

URIEL: Mom–

LILITH: Who?

URIEL: You can't go do anything about it okay?

LILITH: I wouldn't, who was it?

URIEL: Lute.

LILITH: Unbelievable.

URIEL: Look, I get why you don't want to go, but, we need to do something. I know you didn't really leave in the best way but, [-come on, my face is like slipt in half. ] This blood is gonna shimmer in my turtleneck.

LILITH: [Sighs] I'm sorry you're caught in the crossfire, Uri. I didn't think he was gone, you know?

URIEL: Yeah... [With sincerity,] Mom, when are you going back?

LILITH: [Continuse cleaning the wound] Soon, I promise.I won't let you stay up here any longer.

URIEL: [Winces] Ohh, fuCK! [Through gritted teeth:] Yeah-okay, she got me good.

LILITH: [Easing him back down] So, what was Lute pissed off about again?

URIEL: Eugh, Adam. Fucker died and now Lute thinks she's above him.

LILITH: What'd she do?

URIEL: She threatened to go public, she told all of Heaven that you've been up here. It's ridiculous, if they get word to Hell Dad's going to find out.

LILITH: Charlie...

URIEL: [takes the cloth, setting it on the couch] Do you think she'll come up here again?

LILITH: I can't be sure, it's possible.

URIEL: What do you hope?

LILITH: I hope that Lute keeps her trap shut. But without Adam...they're running short of reasons not to allow Charlie to join Heaven.

[URIEL nods; blackout.]

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