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badaziraphaletakes · 3 months

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can you please stop? screenshotting someone else’s post is extremely rude and only makes the fandom a worse place. talk about a bad take you saw, describe how it’s harmful, and vague all you want, but don’t screenshot. i agree that most of these takes are awful but that’s no excuse to do this to people. either confront the person who’s take you don’t like or make your own post. stop screenshotting, please.

Either confront the person who’s take you don’t like or make your own post.

The assumption that I didn’t try that is where you went wrong. I (mod X) started this blog only after I tried many, many times to confront people about their offensive takes directly and it didn’t work. I was subjected to appalling harassment and even bigotry. That’s what happens when you try to engage with someone who’s being offensive.

I had been throwing the idea around for weeks and what finally decided me on starting it was that I found out that I wasn't alone. That the anti-Autistic bias and the ableism and the transphobia and the victim-blaming and the misogyny (and on and on and on) that we kept seeing and being subjected to was ruining our enjoyment of this show. This was bigger than just me.

FTR, most of the takes that are submitted to us (note that I'll be switching between "I" and "we" in this reply depending on the context) don’t have a handle attached to them, but of the few that do include a handle, 99% of the time I have recognized it as someone who I have seen being so bigoted that there was no possible way I could engage with them. We don't confront people directly partly because we don't want to direct people who disagree back to the OP's blog, and partly to keep the mods safe.

You say “do this to people” like this blog is committing some kind of outrage, which is absurd. We are, at worst, being slightly rude (which I think is justified considering sarcasm and humor are one of the only weapons we have to fight back against hate), whereas most of the posts we comment on are outright hateful. They’re the ones “doing this to people”.

We are being far more considerate of the writers’ feelings and their dignity than they ever were of other people’s in the fandom. The takes are not just ‘awful’ (although, that too haha); they are actively harming vulnerable members of the fandom, and, more concerningly, are spreading messages that will poison our views on how we should treat Autistic people, ab*se survivors, and the like in broader society. Quite frankly, the people who are spouting the kind of anti-Autistic/ableist/victim-blaming/otherwise bigoted crap that forms the bulk of the content we feature here deserve to have their posts screenshotted. People who say things like that do not deserve to be handled with kid gloves in response.

(Also I don’t have time to re-type and slightly paraphrase every bad take I see. And if I did, people would throw out “no one is really saying this”. And even if it weren’t for that, I don’t think it’s reasonable or appropriate to expect me to use my time that way.)

Incidentally, nothing is stopping people from messaging/asking us or commenting if they recognize a post as their own, but only one person has ever done that, asking if a post was theirs. I replied that it was, leaving the ball in their court. So far we haven’t heard back from them about the matter, which is fine. But I digress.

As for this blog making the fandom a worse place - even though it’s only a few weeks old, I’ve had an average of two new people a day, every day, tell me how grateful they are I created it and how it makes them feel safe and how it’s the only reason they haven’t left the fandom. I’ve even had multiple people say “I was going to leave the fandom because of that specific post and then your blog called it out and I felt like I wasn’t alone”. So yeah, I'd say screenshotting is important here.

There is a subset of the fandom - many of us Autistic, Disabled, ab*se survivors, GNC, trans, and/or otherwise oppressed - who have been made to feel EXTRAORDINARILY unsafe by the Aziraphale hate (which far, far too often is thinly-veiled hate for some of the aforementioned groups of people) and the truly scary way people double down when we push back against it. So I don’t care if people are annoyed by my sharing a screenshot of their post. Not when this blog has become a safe space for so many people who otherwise would have had Good Omens ruined for them by the bigotry and general hatefulness we keep seeing.

LSS I will not stop building this tiny lil corner of the internet that is the only part of the fandom where many of us feel safe.

I actually made a post addressing almost this exact thing a couple weeks ago; if I can find it, I’ll add it here in a rb.

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g3z0 · 1 month

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The summer I turned pretty P1

Summary: Every summer, you and your family go on vacation to the summer house of the Sturniolo’s. You basically grew up with the Sturniolo kids. You haven’t been there last year, so you didn’t saw the Sturniolo’s since two years. Nothing can change that much in two years. At least that’s what you thought.

Warnings: cursing

NEW FIC BABY!! I love the summer I turned pretty even if it’s cheesy. Hope you enjoy

-g3z0

„You should really bring this along.“ Ava says as she’s looking through my closet.

„Hm?“ I bring my head up from my phone, looking at my best friend.

She holds a red shirt out to me my mom bought me a while ago. I shake my head „nah, I don’t like that shirt.“ I mumble.

She turns to me and rolls her eyes „but you look so good in it!“ she protests, laying it into my suitcase.

I let out a sigh. „Hey.“ she whispers as she walks over to me. „Im gonna miss you..“ she says as she cups my cheeks in her hand, making me look up at her.

„Im just gone for the summer.“ I smile. She squeezes my cheeks and laughs a little before she lets go off me „still.“

„Im gonna miss you too.“ I breathe as she sits down on my bed next to me.

She looks over to the pinboard that’s hanging on the wall next to my bed. She hums and takes one picture that’s attached to it.

„Awhhh, you and the triplets?“ she smiles as she looks down at the pic.

I look down at the picture. It’s a pic of Matt, Chris, Nick and me, standing in front of their summer house. It was taken 2 years ago when we were 14.

„oh my god, they look exactly alike!“ she laughs. I smile and shake my head „nah, they don’t.“

She looks at me and rolls her eyes „yeah- because you know them.“ She points at Chris on the picture „who’s that?“ she asks.

„Chris.“ I answer, looking back at her. She raises her eyebrows and nudges me with her elbow „you just made that up.“ she laughs.

„I didn’t.“ I state with a chuckle. She hangs the picture back to my pinboard „he’s cute.“ she says.

I scrunch my nose up and turn my face to the side „Ava.“ I sigh. „Y/n.“ she laughs „what? He is.“

„That was two years ago.“ I nod to the picture before looking back at her. She shrugs with her shoulders „and? Bet he’s hot now.“

„Ava. Gross.“ I say, standing back up. She lets out a laugh and runs through her hair. „You‘re just jealous.“ she teases.

„Oh yeah, totally.“ I say sarcastically as I put the rest of my clothes into my suitcase.

Am I nervous? Of course I am.

We’re driving for like 40 hours. At least that’s what it feels like.

My brother Matteo drives even more slower than my grandma.

I sit in the passenger seat, listening to music through my AirPods as I day dream while I look out of the window.

My mother is sitting in the backseat, a book in her hand wich she read like 4 pages from before she fell asleep.

I didn’t saw the Sturniolo’s in two years because my dad thought it would be a great idea to remember he has two sons expect his other kids and wanting to „bond“ with them again.

At least that’s what he told my mom.

Matteo didn’t want to come. My dad expected that. When I said I didn’t want to come. He didn’t expect that.

Probably because I was 15 and Matteo was 18.

I was pissed off all summer long. I needed to play the babysitter for my dads other kids.

The only time my dad even talked to me was when he commented on my body.

I was an ugly kid - glasses, braces, weird body type.

For the whole summer my dad forced me to train with him. And I didn’t stop.

My braces are gone, I’m wearing contact lenses and I grew like fucking 5 inches. I hit puberty late.

So that’s what changed. Everything else was just the same when I saw the triplets the last time-

„Owh!“ I groan and look over to my brother as he slapped me against my shoulder. I pull out one of my AirPods and look at him with a frown „what the fuck was that for?“

Matteo looks over to me for a second before he looks back at the road. „Im talking to you for like 5 minutes straight, till I see you have your fucking AirPods in.“ he sighs.

I roll my eyes and slump back into my seat. „Asshole.“ I mumble as I put my AirPod back into my ear.

I hear Matteo’s muffled voice through my music, making me turn my phone volume up to the highest.

As we drive the same old road to cousins, I roll my window down, breathing in the familiar scent of the city.

Everytime we drive into Cousins, it feels like I’m coming home after I’ve been gone for a long time.

In Cousins, everything stays the same. It never changes. And I think that’s what gives me so much comfort.

When we’re finally there and Matteo drives onto the property of the Sturniolo’s, Matt and Chris already sit at the porch.

The triplets were blond when they were kids. Now they have dark brown hair. I don’t know if it’s the Boston air or if they just don’t go out that much.

Matt is wearing a middle part, not the ugly ass buzz cut our moms gave us every summer. Chris has long, curvy hair, most of it covered in a „new era“ cap.

I smile and take my AirPods out.

I lean over towards Matteo, pressing my hand against the horn two times.

My mom flinches and looks confused at us, before she looks out of the window „we’re already there..?“ she mumbles in a sleepy voice.

Matteo laughs a little and gets out of the car. I shake my head and do the same. Chris and Matt walk over to us, glaring at me hard.

„What the fuck happened with little y/n?“ Chris laughs, looking at me like I’m a different person.

„Language, Owen.“ my mother says as she gets out of the car. Chris smiles and interlocks his hands behind his back „hello, Darleen.“ he says, a familiar politeness in his voice wich my mom knows is just faked.

My mom chuckles and shakes her head, walking over to Matt and Chris. „Hey boys.“ she smiles softly as she hugs Matt first and then Chris.

It’s weird to see how much taller the two are than my mom now. I feel like it was just yesterday when we four were almost at the same height as her.

„Where’s Mary-lou?“ she asks as she pulls her sunglasses that where on her head, over the bridge of her noise. Matt nods towards the house „inside, she’s cooking.“ after that she walks into the house.

Matteo closes the door of the car „where’s Justin?“ he yells over to us.

„Inside!“ Chris and Matt yell back synchronously.

You know those two opossums from ice age? Yeah, Matt and Chris are literally them.

Matt and Chris watch my mom and matteo, waiting before they disappear into the house.

Then Chris takes me into a headlock, ruffling over my hair. „We missed you, though guy!“ Chris laughs.

I scrunch my nose and laugh, pushing him away from me. „I certainly didn’t.“ I lie.

Matt rolls his eyes before he daps me up and hugs me. „What does Darleen feed you?“ he chuckles as he lets go off me. „I swear, the last time we saw you, you were like 3 apples tall.“

„I wasn’t.“ I chuckle as I look around. „Where’s Nick?“

„Somewhere, I don’t know.“ Chris shrugs as he walks past me, towards the car trunk. I look at Matt and he also shrugs, doing the same as Chris. „Alright.“ I breathe, following them.

„Eat more, sweetheart.“ Mary-Lou says softly to me as she sits besides me at the dinner table.

I give her a warm smile before I shake my head „no, I’m good. But it tastes really good.“

My mom scoffs and nudges mary-Lou into her side with her elbow „he’s just saying that. You should see him at home! I need to go grocery shopping every day because of the two!“ she chuckles.

I roll my eyes playfully and look over the table. My eyes fall onto Nicks empty seat.

„do you have your sketchbook with you?“ Justin asks me on my other side, turning my attention from nicks seat to his. I nod a little as I put a piece of meat into my mouth. „Mhm.“

Justin was always impressed by my drawings. Sometimes it feels like he was the only reason I kept going.

He smiles at me and nods as he grabs his glass off the table „good. Show me after, aight?“

„Alright.“

„Don’t push his ego.“ Matteo says to Justin, shaking his head.

„Matt.. stop.“ my mom says, making Matteo and Matt look at her. My mom frowns before she shakes her head with a chuckle „sorry- not you, sweetie.“ she says to Matt. „Matteo. Stop.“ she corrects herself.

„I didn’t do anything!“ he defends himself, throwing his hands up.

„Sure you didn’t.“ Mary-Lou says.

One of the worst things about summer is when my mom is mad at me or Matteo. And when my mom is mad - Mary-Lou is mad.

The same thing with Mary-Lou’s kids.

Jimmy, the dad of the triplets, always comes a few weeks later than us. He only stays for a week tho - he’s too busy with work.

„So.“ my mother starts, looking at Matt and Chris „how does hockey and lacrosse do?“

I sigh to myself. Here we go.

Chris and Matt’s eyes light up as they start to yap about their team, their practices and everything that comes to their mind.

Like I said, the opossums of ice age.

I never was a big fan of sports. Nick wasn’t either.

So every summer when Matt and Chris played sports, me and Nick did something alone. Or we sat at the side and watched them, talking about god knows what.

Justin and Matteo are older than us. They always just did their own thing. Sometimes when we got lucky, our mom’s forced them to take us along.

It was fun for us, not for our older brothers.

My eyes fall back onto nicks empty seat. I stare at it for a few seconds before I let out a sigh, looking down on my plate and stabbing a piece of meat with my fork.

My room is still the same as ever. Nothing changed.

It’s the middle of the night now. Matt, Chris and me stayed downstairs for a while before they headed to bed.

I grab my swimming shorts out of my suitcase that’s laying on my bed and put them on.

I quietly open my door and sneak past the other rooms to the stairs. I walk downstairs and push the doors in the living room open that’s leading outside into the backyard.

The warm night breeze hits me and I smile to myself.

It is a routine. Every year, the first night, I wait until everyone is asleep and then I go swimming on my own in the pool.

My first night swim this summer.

I slowly step into the pool, the cold water is making a shiver run up my spine.

I swim a few laps. As I pull my head out of the water to get some air, I pause, seeing Nick sitting at the edge of the pool with his legs in the water, smoking a cigarette.

I freeze a little, glaring at him.

Matt and Chris have changed a lot in those two years. Not in their personality but in their looks. But Nick?

His buzz cut is gone, brown wavy hair is covering his forehead. He has a nose ring and his right arm is covered in tattoos.

His cold eyes lock onto mine as he calmly takes a drag from his cigarette.

I push my hair back and run over my face to get it a little dry. „Since when do you smoke?“ I ask, glaring at him. I tilt my head a little „and what are you even doing here?“

I didn’t saw him in two years and that’s seriously the first thing I say to him?

He exhales the smoke „wich should I answer first?“ he asks with his typical Nick face. Unbothered, annoyed.

My heart bumps against my chest.

I swim over to the edge and stop in front of him. „Second.“ I breathe.

He looks down at me and shrugs with his shoulders „couldn’t sleep. Took a walk.“

That’s a lie. He just came out here to smoke.

„how did you know I was out here? And since when do you smoke?“ I ask again, watching him as he takes another drag of his cigarette.

„You changed.“ he says, still not breaking eye contact with me. I lick my lips and look down at myself before looking back up at him. „You changed.“ I breathe. „And you didn’t answer my question.“

„Wich one?“ he questions, tilting his head.

I frown „what?“ He brings his cigarette up to his lips before speaking again. „You asked two questions.“ he states, taking another drag.

„Uhm.. both.“ I say. He shakes his head and his lips turn into a small smile before he flicks his cigarette into the grass „you’re out here like every night y/n.“

He stands up and walks towards the house, leaving me confused in the water.

„And the first question? Since when do you smoke?“ I yell after him.

„Good Night, y/n.“ he yells back before he disappears into the house.

I watch him disappear into the house with a frown.

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kingofspadescos · 1 year

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Xavier Thorpe x Reader x Ajax Petropolus - Lost Time

You had thought there was something going on between Xavier, Ajax, and you. The three of you were best friends and as you got closer your feelings got stronger.

It started off with lingering touches.

"Ajax! You left your pencil in Thornhills class!" You called out from behind the gorgon causing him to turn around. When he reached out to take his pencil from your outreached hand, his fingers ghosted over yours, brushing your knuckles before taking his pencil. Your skin was tingling, your eyes wide, while Ajax just smiled innocently and walked off.

Then came the gift-giving.

You were sick, bedridden, and when you hadn't shown up to class, both Ajax and Xavier had gotten worried and had gone to look for you. They found you curled up in several blankets, nose red and teary-eyed. The sight had melted the boy's hearts and they refused to leave you alone. While one boy went out to grab you anything you wanted or they thought you needed, the other would stay with you, keeping you company.

And lastly, the sweet moments, the times when you could've sworn your face couldn't get any redder.

You were gathering ingredients for a potion, a class you were taking as an elective. Subsequently, Ajax and Xavier were taking the same class. You had almost gotten all the ingredients but the last one, some type of leaf, was on the top shelf out of your reach. "Oh fucking dammit, that's unfair," you said, anger building up. Xavier heard you and walked over "Calm down firecracker, I got it" he said coming up behind you. His chest was against your back as he leaned up and grabbed the ingredient. You tensed up, turning around imemdly when he had gotten it down for you. The only problem was that he hadn't moved back, so you were face-to-face with him. He was smirking and you were tur ingredients bright red, scrambling for the ingredient and moving out of the way, leaving him with a stupid grin on his face.

It continued like this for months, suggestive glances, touches that made your breath hitch, and moments you would constantly replay in your head. You thought your relationship would grow, but your wishes were shattered. You were working in the weather vane, a job you managed to grab because of the lack of employees. Ajax and Xavier frequently visited, one of them waiting for your shift to end to walk you back to Nevermore.

You had just finished making their regulars when you heard the bell ring signaling the door being opened. You turned around seeing the two boys and grabbed their drinks "well, well, well, what do we hav-" you stopped talking, your eyes taking in their appearance. Hickies were scattering both boys necks where the jackets, that they were trying to use to cover up the love bites, didn't reach.

At your sudden stop, both boys grew concerned. "Y/n? Love? You alright?" Xavier asked waving his hand in front of your face. You cleared your throat hurriedly giving them their drinks "uh- yeah yeah I'm okay" you reassured.

Your thoughts were racing, did they get partners? Did they both lose interest? Why hadn't they told you?

"You sure your okay?" Ajax asked "you look a little upset." You just nodded, pretending to busy yourself by restocking the straws and creamer, "I'm fine, really, no need to worry" you said. Xavier didn't trust that, and jumped over the counter that was keeping the two of you apart. He walked over to you, planting his hands on eaither side of you on the counter, trapping you. "Don't lie to us, we know your upset, let us help" he said leaning in close to you.

You gulped and gently placed your hands on his shoulders pushing him back. Your reaction surprised him, even if you were upset you've never pushed him back like that. You always replied with a flirty or sarcastic comment, pushing him back by his chest and sauntering away. The different reaction and the way you were acting was making him crazy cuase he didn't know why. "I'm fine, okay?" You said "look we're busy, just go back to school, I'll be back in a couple of hours." You just needed alone time, needed time away from them, needed to collect your thoughts.

They were hesitant, but none the less went to leave. "We'll talk when your shift is done!" Ajax called out, before the door shut behind the pair. A weight lifted the moment they left, a sigh of relief leaving your lips. The rest of your shift you thought about the situation, coming the conclusion that you would distance yourself to just being a friend, not wanting to interfere with anyone else.

~ Tiny time skip ~

You were walking to your room trying to be as quiet as you can, hoping that a certain artist and gorgon wouldn't notice you were back. But your wishes were for nothing, as when you opened the door the duo was already waiting for you.

"Oh- I just remembered I had something else to do that's not here" you said quickly spinning on your heal. You would've began speed walking but your wrist was caught and you were pulled inside your room before you could say anything else.

Ajax let go of your wrist as Xavied stood infront of the door. "Now, tell us what's bothering you, you seemed off, don't deny it, we know you too well" Xavier said. You didn't say anything, only fidgeting with your hands, averting their gaze.

Ajax sighed stepping closer to you, placing his hand under your chin and tilting your head to look at him "c'mon just tell us sweetheart" he murmered. You turned your head out of his grasp, side stepping the gorgon and walking to your bed. "You've got to stop doing that" you replied, desperatly trying to keep your voice even "it's not fair."

Ajax and Xavier shared a look before walking after you "stop doing what? What's not fair? To who?" Ajax asked genuinely confused. Both boys were extremely concerned and confused why you were acting so different. Normally when they flirted, or got close to you, you alway flirted back, always reciprocated their affections, but now you were complete avoiding them.

You groaned "the touches! The names! I'm not an idiot, I can see your neck, you can't do that when you both have partners" you said, hands balled into fists, emotions crashing over you like tidal waves. A quick look between the boys and they were both doubling over with laughter. You were dumbstruck "what the hell are the two of you laughing at? You sound like hyenas" you commented.

Ajax was the first to speak "that's what you think? That we're both seeing other people?" He questioned "sweetheart we're dating each other, we became official a couple weeks ago." Xavier was coming too and nodded "this happened last night, got a bit carried away" he chuckled pointing to his neck "would've invited you, but you were dead asleep."

Your eyes were wide "so you both…like me?" You asked in disbelief. Xavier threw his hands up in the air "Yes! We both like you! We wouldn't have continuously flirted with you if we didn't" he said "we want you to be apart of our relationship, that is if your up for it." A second went by before you were flinging yourself at then, one arm wrapped around each boys neck pulling them towards you "yes, yes, I want to be with both of you" you murmered "you had me so worried, I thought you lost interest."

"Lose interest in you? Never." Ajax said, hugging both you and Xavier. The three of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes, relishing in the fact that all of you got want you wanted, each other. When they both pulled back, you frowned wanting to keep the moment going. They both smirked and chuckled, "don't give us that look we've got to make up for lost time" Xavier said.

Ajax grinned, tilting your chin towards him with his pointer finger. When you didn't pull away he leaned in and kissed you softly, his other arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you towards him. Xavier was to the side of you and leaned down pressing his lips to the skin of your neck, his hands resting on Ajax's.

As they said, that had to make up for lost time.

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bleach-your-panties · 6 months

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victory ride - jean kirchstein x black!fem!reader

⚽️:soccer player!jean x black!fem reader

💎:inspired minimally by a real life encounter I had and because y'all know jean will have y'all in the hospital with that thang between his legs

⚽warnings: university au, smut, consensual recording, oral (m! receiving), switch!jean

💎: banner: made by me on pic collage, image from pinterest, animated on canva

⚽:tagging @chrollohearttags because they not finna play with long dick jean silver's

💎: divider: @/firefly-graphics

⚽: 2.1k words

▶️: rodeo(remix)- lah pat ft. flo milli

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He love how I ride it

Hop on the dick, I made him get excited

This pussy off limits for lame niggas

Yeah, fuck me like you got some pain in you

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You sat idly scrolling through your cell phone while Jean was getting dressed in his uniform for the game that was to start in a couple of hours.

The first away game of the season and the Island Devils would be going up against some preppy university one state over.

While you had been studying this team extensively, Jean had opted not to do so as much, mainly because his nerves wouldn't let him.

"I'm ready, babe. It's time for me to board the bus." He said, looking at the silver, black-bezel Seiko watch that you'd bought him for his birthday.

Your family believed in that old ass superstition that you should never buy a man a watch as a gift, because it would mean the time in your relationship would run out.

Which is why it was just that - a superstition. You and Jean had been together since your freshman year of college and now graduation is right around the corner.

"Okay baby. Sasha, Connie, and I will be right behind y'all." You grabbed your bag and he leaned down to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

"Lead the way, baby." He smiled that handsome and devious smile of his, making you roll your eyes.

"Don't think I'm not on to you, Kirchstein!" You pointed at him and began walking out of his apartment door and into the hallway to get to the elevator.

"What did I do?" He asked innocently all the while his hazel eyes were trailing all over your body: from your pastel pink manicured toes, up your toned legs and calf muscles, stopping at your plump, juicy ass that wiggled in the beige romper that you had on. "Damn."

"Uh huh, I knew it." You laughed and pushed your hand into his lower back, making him stumble into a corner of the elevator.

"You're mean." He fake-pouted.

"Uh huh," You said while typing something on your phone. "Better get used to it, buttercup, if you wanna win against the Freedomfighters tonight."

"Freedomfighters, what a stupid ass name." He scoffed. "We'll kick their asses for sure, don't you worry, baby."

When the team bus pulled into the hotel where you all would be staying, Connie parked the car in a space not too far from it and you all got out.

Apparently, the opposing team was staying at this exact same hotel because another bus, similar to your team's but decorated in green and red with a large design of two red roses on either side of a stone wall with a cannon blasting right through it, was parked right next to the guys'.

A petulant-looking ginger was the first off of the bus, and Connie nudged you to get you to look. The tall, lean man was conversing with an equally-as-tall brunette with deep, emerald green eyes and his hair pulled back in a man-bun.

"He looks like an asshole."

You chuckled, "He does and probably is. Come on, let's get inside."

The trio (you, Sasha, and Connie) walked into the hotel lobby and met up with Jean again.

His teammates were used to him running off to hang with the three of you and didn't really mind since he was the captain anyway.

"Ready to head up to the room, dollface?" He asked while heaving his backpack and duffle bag over his shoulders. His face came down to press a kiss against your hair, which made you giggle.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"No getting your dick wet before the game, Jean-y boy. Can't have you making us lose."

"Who the fuck is us? How many goals have you scored for this team? Oh right, zero."

The two of them started bickering back and forth while you walked ahead with Sasha, who'd started chatting in your ear about a popular restaurant in the area.

Shiny metal doors parted for you all and Sasha hit the button for the doors to close until a tan, veiny hand stopped them. A group of very tall athletes sauntered in, laughing and chattering amongst themselves.

The space inside the elevator soon became very crowded, almost squishing the four of you against the elevator's back wall.

'Damn, excuse you then, big ass niggas' You thought while rolling your eyes.

"Verzeihen Sie uns. Platz für ein paar mehr?" (Pardon us. Room for a couple more?)

The ginger and brunette from before, obviously all of them are players on the team Jean is about to go up against us.

Said ginger rolled his eyes as they both stepped into the elevator and stood right next to you, finally letting the doors close.

"Eren, not everyone speaks German, cut it out."

The brunette chuckled deeply.

"My apologies."

His eyes then met yours, jaded hues traveling slowly over your frame, drinking you in.

"Meine Güte, was für eine schöne Frau." (My, what a beautiful woman.)"

You just raised an eyebrow, not understanding a lick of German, but Jean did.

He was between you and Eren in an instant, only having to take one long step forward with those strong, muscular legs.

While he was sizing Eren up, you were doing the same to Jean: your brown eyes roamed over all 6'4" inches of him.

How those black socks covered his legs up to just under his knees and how the silky white and blue shorts formed around the thick, muscled curvature of his ass just right.

Here you were drooling over him while he was about to murder Eren with his honeyed glare.

"Ja, das ist sie, und sie ist bereits vergeben." (Yes she is, and she's already spoken for)

Eren gave Jean a cocky smirk and held his hands up in a mock surrender.

"My apologies, again."

The elevator stopped on their floor and they got out, Eren still with his grin and Floch behind him with the look of a pure dumbass who would support his friend hitting on another man's girlfriend.

"Who were those pricks, anyway?" Jean grumbled looking down at the three of you as you all walked out into the hallway of the fifth floor.

"The brunette was Eren Yeager from Germany, #5. The ginger, Floch Forster from Ireland, #7." You informed the group.

"So you knew who he was this entire time?" Jean asked with an eyebrow raised and a teeny bit of jealousy threaded in throughout his usually calm and deep baritone.

"It's not that big of a deal, it's not like I'm his best friend. I just studied him a bit."

"Studied him?"

Jean's eyebrows shot up into his hairline and his forehead wrinkled significantly. His face portrayed a pretense of self-restraint, like he was attempting to prevent himself from making a scene in the middle of the hallway.

"Anddddd that's our cue to go. Come on, Sasha." Connie quickly grabbed the dark-auburn-haired woman's hand and pulled her down the hallway in the direction of their room.

Awkwardly, you stood with Jean in the middle of the hallway for a few seconds until he turned and stalked off towards your shared room.

His long, spindly fingers held the hotel keycard in a death grip; the veins in his forearms protruded and you could feel your panties getting wet.

"Um, are you mad?"

They lost.

The Freedomfighters actually beat the Island Devils, 3-0.

If you thought Jean was mad before, oh baby, now he was enraged.

Not at you, but more so himself.

That damned Eren Yeager turned out to be a pretty decent soccer player and it only irritated Jean even more when he saw you standing on the sidelines with your video camera.

It wasn't unusual for you to record his games so he and the team could watch the playback later to see what needed to be improved upon, but tonight it only irritated him everytime he looked up to see you with the damned contraption pointed right at him.

Capturing all of his failures of the night live and in 4K resolution.

What made it even worse was that he saw you pointing the camera towards Eren quite a bit as he ran up and down the field.

Jean was only irritated further when you both had returned to the room after the game and he came out of the shower to see you curled up on the bed, already watching the newly acquired video footage.

"Will you put that goddamned thing down already?"

You leaned up from your reclining position on the pillow to acknowledge him.

"Come again?"

"You heard me, or better yet-"

—-

I wanna fuck you right now

Reverse that cowgirl, I'm bucking right now

Climb on this standardbred, hope you can handle it

Beat that cat up when this dog put it down

Let's make a movie, girl, I'll do the shootin'

Camera in my left with your hair in my right

—-

"Yeah, just like that, baby….fuckkkk, hold that angle right there, don't you move."

Jean shivered, but kept his hazel eyes focused on the image of you in the viewfinder swallowing his dick.

His right hand held a tight grip on your hair while he thrust his hips rhythmically back and forth, making you gag on his fat length.

Long and thick, his dick touched the very back of your throat, the outline of it making the skin of your neck bulge in the most grotesque fashion.

"You look so good like this, baby, practically inhaling my dick. Wonder what Yeager would think if he saw you like this, yeah?"

As soon as he mentioned the German man, his eyes crinkled with anger again and his thrusts grew in both force and speed.

Knowing Jean, he'd probably started recording over the footage you'd taken of the game, that which he could honestly give a damn about right now.

"Fuck, I think I like this view much better." He smirked and then let out a deep groan as he emptied his balls in your searing, placable mouth.

"Shit…" He made sure to capture the image of you swallowing his nut and then wiping the excess from around your mouth with those pretty acrylic-tipped fingers.

"Come here; come ride me, baby."

—-

No time to make love, yeah

Keep screamin' you want it

Girl you lookin' lovely

When you ride this pony

We can do this to the morning

So please come and ride me

Love it when I'm deep inside you

You goin' crazy, yeah

—-

Jean's muffled moans seeped through your hand as you now held the camera pointed at him while bouncing up and down on his thick length.

Years of being together and still you felt the stretch of your pussy every time he was inside of you.

Your hand moved from his mouth and tangled in his ash-brown hair and pulled his head back and forth in time with your movements. He could be very loud in bed, which you loved because you revered a man that would let you know that you're making him feel good as well.

"Shit, Jean, baby, you look so fucking good on camera, just as good as you do when you're on the field." You mewled in heightened pleasure, wanting to throw your own head back but also not wanting to miss a single second of his gorgeous face gazing up at you.

His chest and forehead glistening with sweat, those honey-gray eyes shining with unshed tears as his body soon began to tremble with his impending orgasm. Yeah, you had that much of an effect on him.

Just looking at you could make him hard in an instant, but looking up at you while you took his dick like you owned it (and you do) had him more swollen and readier than ever to shoot off inside you like the cannon depicted on the side of the Freedomfighters' bus.

Yeah, after the ride you were giving him tonight he was bound to forget all about Eren, the team, the game - hell, he might even forget his own name for a couple of hours.

That is, if he didn't have you screaming it through the thin walls of this hotel room in those next hours.

Eren might have won the game, but he was the one taking a victory ride tonight.

—-

(If you're horny)

I wanna feel your body on top of mine

(Let's do it)

Right now, we ain't gone waste no time, baby (ride it)

Like a Harley in the wind

Got you bragging to your friends the way you ride (my pony)

Like a rodeo, ride like a rodeo, babe

*ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ!

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wayfayrr · 10 months

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-motorcycle anon OMG I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!! i was also thinking of the scenario with Time [i have favoritism okay lol] BUT YOU ABSOLUTELY KILLED IT WITH TWI

yippeee

I'm glad you liked it motorcycle 💖💖💖 I've got your request here for Time, and it's been written as a continuation for the one with twi!!

“It’s good to see that you two are alright, the fact you two disappeared earlier was a bit concerning. Given Twilight’s shouting.”

“Sorry about that Time, Twi found my bike and well it kinda spiralled from there.”

Concern is still lacing his features although now he looks more curious than anything like he wants to ask something but isn’t sure whether he has permission to or not. He’s got every reason to be concerned, his “son” was screaming like he’d shattered his ankle earlier and then he wasn’t able to find him until we got in? Yeah, I’d be concerned if I was in his place.

“You clearly want to ask something. Time, you don’t need to be worried about asking me anything alright? If it’s bothering you, which it clearly is, you can just ask.”

“Okay [name], you mentioned ‘your bike’, may I ask what that is?”

“Ah, yeah I’m still not quite used to you guys not knowing everything about my world, not that that’s an issue of course! I can show you if you'd like?”

He’s perked up a bit at that, the same innocent curiosity Twilight had when I offered him a ride, maybe he’d like that... At the very least I should offer it to him, it could help him destress.

“If you’d like I could take you out for a ride, there’s a lovely hillside road with a perfect view of the sunset. If we leave in the next ten minutes we should be able to make it in time to watch. I could even make up a flask of something warm quickly?”

His blush is enough of a tell that he likes the idea of that so without another word, I got back my safety gear from Twilight, passed it to time and then left the room to quickly make up a flask to bring with us. When I got back to Time it seems Twi managed to help him get everything on so I won’t need to waste any more time helping him with it. All that’s left to do now is get back out to my bike again.

“Coming then, fairy boy?”

Is there something about me when I invite the boys out like this? First Twilight and now time, it’s like they can’t stop blushing around me and can barely speak. Not like I mind it though, makes it easier to get out and help him sit behind me on my bike and it also seems like Twi’s given him a pointer or two about the best ways to hold me when I’m riding that or he’s a natural. Maybe he has a couple of similar reactions to his relative as well, there’s no harm in pushing my bike a bit faster than I really should to see, is there? I know road safety, and these roads are exclusively used by bikers so nothing bad will happen.

“This is how you normally travel then? This fast?”

“Not all the time, not this fast anyway.”

He does share their reactions, not all of them but enough to tell they’re family. Time’s more confident, or tries to come off that way although his arms tightening around my waist shows me that he’s not as calm as he’s trying to come across as. Travelling this fast in Hyrule is near impossible though so I can’t hold his fear against him, and he’s trying so hard to come off as brave. Them being adorable has to be genetic.

“We’re almost there, don’t worry!”

Pushing my bike just a bit harder to get to the perfect viewpoint, he’s not taken my advice to heart choosing instead to hold me closer still. Until we’ve reached our destination, the perfect place to watch the sunset with someone. And with a few minutes to spare on that front, just enough time to find a nice place to stand and pour a drink.

“We're here so you can let go of me, fairy boy. Now tell me, do you think this view’s worth that journey?”

“I think I understand the kind of awe you had in Hyrule, seeing a different type of beauty like this, it’s incredible.”

He kept that slight smile the whole time we stood there through the sunset, I’ll have to drag him out to places like this more often now I know this is the reaction he’ll have.

#links✦react #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #moss✦answers #lu time

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moljh · 1 year

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Showers and Chamomile

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Movie night with your boyfriend Eddie and you only get more proof at how dorky and perfect he is. Pure fluff Unedited - idea I quickly threw together

Eddie liked to think he was all tough and dark. Whilst most of the town agreed with this persona, you were privy to a very different one.

Your Eddie liked a hot water bottle on cold nights, preferred tea over coffee once the sun went down so he didn't get too 'wired' and although vehemently denied it, loved a good romcom. Hence why on a Saturday night when Eddie claimed that he could be 'getting high and listening to good music at a bar with the guys', he was in fact at home watching Grease with you.

"I just don't get it," Eddie said

"What don't you get now?" you replied, chuckling slightly at the end of your question

"Well Sandy is trying to do all these things for Danny and he doesn't even seem all that great" he pointed out, waving a hand at the television

"I dunno..." you trailed off "he's pretty cute"

"Um excuse me?!" Eddie exclaimed with a look of horror and humour as he clutched his hand to his heart "I thought you only had eyes for me?"

"Sorry baby but think John Travolta might beat you out of top spot" you said sticking your tongue out at him "Though I do admit, you have better hair"

A smug grin spread across Eddie's face "Thank you" he said proudly

The two of you lay there and watched the rest of the movie. Another thing you loved about your boyfriend was when he was truly engrossed in something, concentrating so hard on what was in front of him, he stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth. Just ever so slightly, but it always made you giggle. That's how you knew not to distract him because his tongue would be poking out of his lips.

During the musical scenes you always laughed as Eddie would roll his eyes as they started singing and then would end up tapping his fingers to the beat. You honestly weren't sure if he noticed what he was doing and this was usually the case in most musical movies you watched. You liked them, you couldn't deny that, but you especially liked when Eddie would start tapping his fingers against your leg.

You never said anything in case he became aware of it and stopped. So you would just sit there and nestle yourself closer into his chest and lighten your grip on him.

"Ok I have to admit the ending was a bit strange" you confessed as you got up from the couch

"See, I told you" Eddie replied, rolling his eyes

"They should have just ended it with the song, I don't get the need for the flying car" you continued talking as Eddie began cleaning up

The two of you pottered around for a moment, cleaning up the mess you both had made during the course of the evening.

"At least I know you definitely have a type" Eddie said as he packed up the empty popcorn bowls from the coffee table

"What?" you asked, confused by his words

"A type, at least I don't have to be worried about that"

"What are you on about?" you laughed

"Danny Zuko and I are like the exact same"

You shot Eddie a smirk as he kept talking "C'mon, we both wear leather, like working on cars, don't get along with the popular crowd. We're practically twins"

"Really? Twins?"

"Oh yeah..." Eddie smiled, placing the bowls in the sink and walked up to you "and we also both landed someone who is super gorgeous and completely out of our league"

Slipping his arms around your waist, Eddie pulled you in close.

"Ok..." you said "you redeemed yourself with that last thing"

"Good, I'm glad you noticed that" Eddie smiled

"I have to say, I think between me and Sandy, I got the better deal" you said, leaning into Eddie and pulling him into a gentle kiss

The two of you stood there in each others embrace for what felt like ages until you had to come back up for air.

"Well I'm going to go have a shower" you said, giving him one last peck and slowly making your way to the bathroom

"I'm going to make some tea" Eddie informed you, "really craving some chamomile"

"Do you want to have a shower too?" You paused, slowly pulling your shirt off seductively

"No, no," Eddie replied, too focussed on finding his favourite mug to realise what you were doing "I'll have one later"

Making an obnoxious coughing noise in an attempt to get his attention, you rolled your eyes at your boyfriends complete obliviousness.

"I meant, don't you want to have a shower with me?" you said and watched as his eyes widened and he dropped the box of tea bags from his hands

He finally looked at you and nodded "Yes, yes, I would like that very much" he said, frantically kicking off his shoes and desperately undoing his belt

Turning around you walked into the shower and heard a big thud behind you.

"I'm fine" Eddie shouted from the other room

You laughed as you turned on the water because you knew he had fallen over in his desperate attempt to get to you as quickly as possible "Dork" you muttered to yourself

"What was that?" Eddie asked

"Nothing" you quickly replied and jumped in the shower.

As the warm water ran over you, you couldn’t help but wonder how you got so lucky.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #Eddie fluff #eddie x you #stranger things eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson oneshot #oneshot #one shot #stranger things one shot #boyfriend!eddie #boyfriend!eddie munson #reader x eddie munson #y/n x eddie munson

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jedifarmerr · 2 years

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Javi's Having a Baby (interlude)

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader/OFC (no y/n or physical description)

Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: 2k. This is just smut.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Office sex (slight exhibitionism?). Oral Sex. P in V.

A/N: Special shoutout to @iamskyereads for her incredibly sexy professor fic with Ezra that definitely inspired this.

Chapter 3.5

There was a slice of artificial light from the ajar door, a dash of street lights splayed on the tile of Javier’s office. A soft yellow cast from the standing lamp in the corner and a library lamp on his desk. Stacks of research papers buried the rich walnut top.

The sandwich weeks between Thanksgiving and Winter break were guaranteed to be busy. Students hounding for extra credit, late assignments slid under his door, living on a prayer that their grade would change before the semester ended.

Javier rubbed his eyes, dry from hours of squinting. One day, he’d finally give in and buy some readers from a drug store.

A small knock sounded on the door, it creaked and the harsh light of the hallway spilled around her.

“Hey baby,” she greeted him with a soft smile and to-go bag. Dressed down in a t-shirt and leggings, her tiny bump on display.

She’d insisted on stopping by to drop off something to eat when he called earlier to let her know it’d be a late night. He didn’t fight her on it, it was useless to do so and besides it wasn’t like he’d deny a chance to see her.

The door softly clasped behind her, Javier towered the papers together and shoved them to the side. While she’d already eaten with Marie and he wasn’t yet hungry, she decided to sit and keep him company for a bit.

She glanced around the room, a far different look on her face than the first time she stepped foot in his office. She’d grimaced and called it depressing; she wasn’t wrong. There was nothing on the cinder block walls, no decor or lamps. Just a desk and swivel chair, a rusty metal bookshelf and a wooden seat for students.

She wasn’t having it.

On her own fruition, she had redecorated the place. Dark-stained bookshelves encased the windowless wall, a scenic painting on the adjacent. The navy rug covered most of the jail beige tile, two leather chairs were angled towards his desk. Her final touch was a picture from their wedding day on his desk.

His students always seemed pleasantly surprised by the homey feel. It helped make the long nights not so miserable.

Pushing the food aside for later, she talked about her day, events at work followed by a walk and early dinner with Marie. Steve had called to make plans for when he was in town for Christmas.

She rose from her seat, sauntering around the desk. “So,” when do you think you’ll be home?” She asked, finger tracing along the edge. Her head tipped to one side, a surprisingly mischievous glint in her eyes.

He swiveled around to face her, leaning slightly back in the chair to appraise her intentions.

“Still got a whole stack left.” He motioned at the papers on his desk. She puckered her bottom lip.

“That’s too bad.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?” He shifted in his chair, wishing she was close enough to grab and pull on his lap.

This was basically foreplay for him. They’d always had a healthy sex life, maybe too healthy in all honesty. However, with her being so exhausted and nauseous, it’d definitely dwindled over the last few weeks. Not that he was complaining or felt a type of way about it. He never wanted her to feel pressured and he could take care of himself, he had a hand.

“I was just ya know…thinking.” She slinked closer and bent over his lap, palms flat on the armrests to cage him in. He caught a whiff of her perfume, the remnants of a mint on her breath. The tight leggings molded to her hitched ass. His slacks bunched, cock pressed up against the zipper.

“About what?” His voice was low and dripping with desire. Her tongue peaked out from her lips, tasting the arousal stained air. Her gaze dropping to the obvious bulge tenting his pants.

“Hmm. Seems like you have a pretty good idea.”

His breath escaped in a soft, sinful sound. She sank to her knees and the sight of her boxed between his thighs made his stomach clench up.

“Baby, you don’t-”

“Shhhh. You’ve been working so hard, Mr. Peña.” She nuzzled his inner thigh, trailing her lips along the seam. His mind was swimming in a pool of liquid desire. Chest heaving, mouth bone dry, he gulped. “Been so good to me. Let me take care of you, alright?”

“Fuck,” he hissed at the twinge of innocence in her sultry tone; the way her wide gaze locked on his lust-blown eyes, hands roaming to his belt.

She probed for an answer with a notch of her head. He eagerly nodded. The clink of his belt, a rip of his zipper, Javier lifted his hips as she tugged his pants down to a pool at his feet.

Teasing him, she kissed and sucked at the tender flesh of his thighs. Tiny breathy noise broke from his parted lips. He’d missed the feeling of her intimate touch on his feverish skin. The way it made him melt into a puddle of lust.

He bit down on his fist, silencing a guttural groan as she made a show of licking a broad stripe up her hand, wrapping it around the base of his cock. With a firm drag, she tugged at his weeping tip, lathering her fingers in his pre-cum. The wet slide down was delicious and a moan of her name came low and sinful.

“Shhh, baby. You don’t wanna get caught.”

For a moment he’d forgotten where he was. Although highly unlikely, the thought of someone walking in on her mouthing at his hip bone made his body thrum with want. She felt him pulse in her palm and her brows shot up, taking note of his reaction.

Leaning in, she took the head of his cock between her lips, circling it with her tongue. His thumb caressed her cheek, down to her jaw and she pulled him deeper into her warm, slick mouth. Moaning at the heavy weight of him, the tang of salt hitting her tongue.

“Fuck, baby. That’s so fuckin’ good. God. Your mouth. Soooo good.”

She sucked his cock like a porn star; batted lashes, glassy eyes, drooling out the sides of her mouth. It was sloppy and lewd and humming with desperation. His body burned for her, brain fizzled out along the edges.

“So fuckin’ eager. Is that why you came here? Acting all innocent, but really you just wanted to suck my cock? Couldn’t wait till I got home, could you? That pretty little pussy need me that bad?”

Her head bobbed with a muddled whine. Plunging him deeper until her throat constricted as it brushed along the back of her throat.

“Want me to bend you over? Fuck you across my desk?” Her eyes rolled back, thighs rubbing together and she gagged herself on his cock. His balls drew up tight and while the sight of his cum dripping from her lips was muse-worthy, watching it drip from her pussy was otherworldly.

With a growl, he pulled her off his clock; a protesting whine slipped from her shiny, puffy lips. Silenced by the surge of his lips, large hands framing her cheeks. The salty tang, the taste of himself, on her tongue made a possessive warmth bloom in his chest.

“Bend over,” he rasped as his lips broke from hers. She rapidly nodded and twisted around. He lightly pushed on her back and she arched her hips. Hooking his thumbs in her waistband, he dragged her leggings down with soft kisses along every inch of newly exposed skin.

On his knees, Javier parted her legs. Her forehead dropped to the wooden top, lip secured between her teeth. “Oh, baby. You really did need this.” She was soaked, a glisten spreading along the apex of her thighs. He pulled apart her cheeks, thumbs separating her further. Her cunt clenched for him, and a low groan bubbled in his throat.

She mewled in embarrassment, burrowing her head into the desk.

“It’s okay, baby,” he soothed, lapping up the wetness along the outside of her folds. Seeking more, her hips bucked and wiggled. He gave a light swat to her ass and a choked sound broke from her throat.

The thrum of arousal was burning his veins, close to boiling. If he wasn’t on the verge of cumming, he would’ve kept her there for hours.

“You think you can take me?” His tongue brushed her slit, flicking at her clit. She rolled her lips together to trap any sound as she bobbed her head.

He stood. Cock in hand, he squeezed at the base while dragging it along her folds to slick him up.

“Please, Javi. I - I.”

“Shhh, baby,” he rasped against her ear as he notched himself at her entrance. “I’m gonna take care of you. Gonna give you what you need.” He kissed behind her ear and goosebumps ignited over her skin.

He fought the surge of his hips as the tip of his cock slipped into her warm cunt. Her pussy was grasping onto him. Inch by inch, burying himself to the hilt. He gasped, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. She was trembling, mewling and sloppily rolling her hips. His hips bucked and hit the sweet spot deep inside her, the most erotic sound echoed around the confines of his office.

His hand cupped over her mouth, the other gripping her hip to stall her movements. “You wanna get caught?” He taunted, “Want everyone to see how desperate you are? Show them how you fuck your self on my cock?”

A fresh wave of slick coated his cock, the husky tone of his voice making her cunt clench around his pulsing length. He chuckled darkly and slowly rocked into her.

He whispered soft praises, the flush of his hips met with a wet squelch. It coaxed her into a pliant state. Her hand winded up to tug on his hair, her moans filthy and hot in the dome of his hand.

“Shit, you’re so fuckin’ wet.” He stared down in awe at the shiny ring around the base of his cock. She was so sensitive, every cell and nerve heightened in her new state.

“I - I. Javi - I.”

“Come on, baby. Tell me what you need.” He kissed at her neck, burying his nose in her hair.

“More,” she trembled. “More.”

“Alright, baby. But I need you to be quiet, can you do that?”

She keened, “Yes, yes - please. I need it.”

He placed soothing kisses to her clothed shoulder while guiding the top of her body flat against the desk. She folded her arms and pressed her mouth against the skin to muffle any sound.

Digging his fingers into her hip, the sweat of her thighs stuck against his. His free hand roamed to the soft swell of her stomach. “So pretty,” he cooed, a slight possessiveness in the trace of his hand. His strokes remained slow, but deep and precise. “My good girl.” A muffled moan arched her back.

Once his fingertips brushed her clit, her body went rigid. Arousal prickled sharp against his spine and quickened his pace. Toying with her clit, her soaked walls sucked him in, driving him deeper and deeper.

She sounded wrecked, and he wanted to hear it, wanted to hear her scream his name while bringing her to the edge, but not at the risk of the night staff reporting him.

Desire burned bright and hot in his belly as he fucked up into her, hard and fast. Closer to the precipice.

“Come on, baby. I can feel you, come on. Fuck. Soak me, baby. I wanna feel it, yeah. Come on. Fuck - yes - oh.”

Her cunt spasmed around him with a babbling cry. With a deep thrust and a bit off growl of her name, he tumbled off the edge with her. Hips stuttering, the combined release leaked from her fluttering cunt, down his thighs.

“Fuck,” she panted, finally able to catch her breath. She wiped the drool away, there was a ring of spit around her arm, a puddle on his desk. “Oops.”

He chuckled. He slowly pulled out of her, gathering the combined release and stuffing it back inside. “Javi,” she gasped. With a few napkins from the to-go bag, he cleaned her up first, then him and his desk.

Redressed, Javier slumped boneless in his chair. She slotted herself between his thighs. His arms wrapped around her waist and he kissed her belly, peering up at her.

“Glad I came by?” She asked with a self-satisfied smirk.

“Always.”

#javier peña x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #narcos fanfic #javier peña fanfiction #javier peña x ofc #javier peña #javier pena x reader

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acrux-jr · 6 months

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Replete-P.2

Summary: Mike and you finally go on a date.

Word count: 990

Tags: fluff, chubby! Reader !, age gap (slight)

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Mike stared at the phone, almost burning a hole through it. All of Friday and no text, and now it's Saturday the mid afternoon and still no text.

‘Was I not her type?’ Mike's mood fell a bit but he shook it off. ‘It's also the weekend, I'm sure she worked all week and is probably relaxing.’

He was not wrong, you were laying in bed doing a facemask and reading a book. Your phone buzzed.

‘Have you texted Mr. Sexy???’

You rolled your eyebrows at your friends words.

‘No not yet.’

‘:( why not!?’

‘Bc 1 im still thinking it over okay? Hes a big brother of one of the student im sure that like taboo or wtv

2 im nervous okay jeez.’

:| stop being a pussy y/n so what hes a BROTHER, yes the guardian but its not as bad at a parent or a married one at that.

DO IT Y/N!’

The paper was right in front of you, acting as a bookmark. You bit your bottom lip. ‘I mean she has a point, he's not a parent, and not married.’

It still weighed on your mind though. The numbers were burned into the back of your head now from how often you were staring at them.

You huffed a breath out, ‘FUCK IT!’

‘Mike?’

There was an immediate reply. ‘Ms.L/N?’

‘Yes, but y/n is fine :)’

Mike's heart fluttered the tiniest bit at the smiley face.

‘Cool :) y/n it is.’

You giggled and kicked your feet.

‘So Mike, what do you like to do?’

‘Relax mostly, nothing beats just resting’

‘Are you sure you're not actually over 40?’

‘I am waiting for that age to come so I can just spend it at home and blame it on my age.’

Hours and hours passed by as you learned more about Mike and he learned more about you. A thought popped into your mind as he told you his favorite cartoon.

‘Do you have any plans for tomorrow?’

Mike stared at the text. ‘Holy fuck,’ was what he thought.

He typed and erased over 3 different messages before landing on something that was fine.

‘No, not much I was gonna run some errands while Abby was with a babysitter since she want to buy like everything.

Why?’

‘Um well if you weren't too busy, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the diner to hang out for a bit.’

Seconds passed, they felt like hours to you though.

‘Yeah that sounds good. 1 sound good?’

‘Yeah perfect :).’

The conversation died down a bit as it was nearing 10 pm, and both of you were busy with cleaning up. You said your goodnights to each other and both slept soundly, dreaming of tomorrow.

The next day rolled around, bright and semi early. It was 10 a.m. you sent Mike a goodmorning, and started for the day. No one was home, so you made a quick breakfast, an omelet, toast, and some fruits for right now before eating lunch with Mike.

You put a face mask on as you listened to your cassette. You lounged around til 12 to get ready.

You did a brushed out fox eye, with mascara and a little foundation. You had a cashmere crop top and a dark brown folded skirt. You put on a leather jacket and your mary janes. You left hair down, put a soft brown lip liner and red with gloss. You opted for minimal jewelry, just a gold chain.

It was 12: 40, your stomach growled a bit. On your way down you grabbed a snack pack and headed out. You ran back in for your purse and keys, then headed out.

You got there at 12:50, as you looked to your ight you saw Mike already sitting at a both. He smiled and gave an awkward wave, which you found a bit endearing.

You walked to him, he stood up and offered to take your jacket off. You accepted and the two of you sat.

The silence was a bit awkward.

Mike tried to break it. “So how long have you been an after-school teacher?”

“Hmm I just started but I did do the summer program for the last years.”

“Oh do you like?”

“Um yeah mostly. There's some bad days of course but that could be said about any job.”

“Yeah that makes sense.”

“What about you, how long have you been a stockman?”

“2 months.”

“Oh cool. How long have you been working in general?”

“Since I was 16, so about 11 years.”

Silence hung in the air.

“Wait. You're 27?”

Mike nodded his head. “Yeah… why?”

He huffed and laughed, “What are you like 18?”

His smile dropped and eyes widened as you gave a slight nod. “Wait, are you serious?”

Again another nod. “I thought you said you worked the summer program?”

“Yeah, as a volunteer the first year and then from there as a group leader.”

“Wow. Okay.”

You bit your lip. “I'm sorry, I didn't think our age gap was that um wide. I thought you were max 23.”

“I thought you were at least 22.”

The two of you were silent again.

You're french toast was served as was his sandwich.

Plates and forks were clinking, as the two of you ate. “So…” Mike trailed off.

“So… if you still want this to continue… I would as well…”

“Are you sure? It's a whole 9 year difference y/n.” Mike said softly.

You shyly nodded, “Yeah I mean we're both adults, albeit I am newer to it. We can take it slower than usual, so we both feel comfortable.”

Mike looked at you, at your full face as you smiled and how your eyes turned into half moons. You warmed as you noticed his stare. He admired how beautiful you look.

“Yeah. I'd like that. But slow like really slow y/n.”

You giggled and he smiled at you.

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Taglist: @kxllanxtdoor @mintyymao @slut4pascal

Hey yall just came out the hospital 🤪 finished up part in the er

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practickles · 7 months

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Haruka Kiritani Tickle HCs

Obligatory Warning: This post is entirely focused on SFW fluffy tickles.

She is a full on pure switch.

Very very (canonically) casual about it, Painful Hope event my beloved.

She just sees it as silly fun and an easy way of getting people to smile.

Obviously not with strangers of course, but she doesn't need to be particularly close or best friends with anyone to enjoy tickling/being tickled. If everyone involved is comfortable, then she is too.

As a ler, she is an absolute menace to all lees everywhere

What makes her so bad is the fact that she doesn't necessarily go for worst spots per sae.

Instead, she will quickly and methodically figure out what teases get to her lee and then proceed to exploit those weaknesses for all they're worth.

Her "it's tickle time" line in Painful Hope kills me

She will sit there and try every. little. thing. until she can figure out what exactly is the most effective.

She's also the perceptive type, so don't even try to hide your reactions unless you want to be at her mercy for much much longer.

Of course she has the capacity to be gentle, and can and will do so at the slightest request/sign of discomfort, it's just not her go to.

Though gentle tickles with her are so. good.

Again, perceptive, so she can tell exactly how happy her lee is and how gentle they want.

Just because she knows though, doesn't mean she won't ask. One of her favorite teases is trying to get a lee to admit exactly what they want in heavy detail.

Most often, she tickles all of MMJ and An, and will sometimes also go for Saki, Ichika, Miku or Rin, but most of her friends have experienced it at least once.

Now just because she knows what she's doing doesn't mean she's always confident and mean.

And yeah, cocky ler Haruka can be devestating but I also raise you (vaguely inspired by something Atti said once) giddy ler Haruka

Haruka who just gets so happy to be able to let loose with her loved ones that she can't stop smiling and blushing watching them fall for pieces under her touch

She gets so much pure amazement from the fact that she made them smile like that. They're laughing because of her.

Sometimes, she'll think so much about it that she'll just stop tickling entirely.

Leaving her lee with either confusion and worry (in the cases of Minori, Shizuku, and Miku) or a perfect opportunity to tease her (An, Airi, and Rin)

She is surprisingly far easier to tease as a ler than a lee.

To her, it's far more embarrassing to be making someone else laugh than laughing herself.

If she's the one laughing, she can hide behind the fact that she can't control it. Her reactions are due to the fact that the ler wants to see them. But when she's doing the tickling, it's all on her. Like a big neom sign pointed right at her saying she loves tickling.

Though there's not much of that she can hide anymore.

BEAUTIFUL lee. Yk that idol sparkle thing she does? Yeah.

Her tickle laugh is nothing less than enchanting.

Her worst spot by a mile is her belly. Poor girl can't take it at all.

She learned at a young age not to wear crop tops or anything that remotely shows her stomach around An unless she wants to get wrecked to bits.

She very frequently wears crop tops around An

The only people that ever regularly try to get her back are Saki, Rin, An, and Airi.

Minori in particular feels a little shy and intimidated by going up to her idol and doing something as childish as tickling her despite the fact that not two days ago, said idol pinned her to the ground and tickled her to oblivion.

Miku, Luka, and especially Rin like to offer to tickle her when she's feeling down.

Ever since finding out how much she likes it, it has become Rin's go to for cheering up Haruka.

When she gets too in her own head, sometimes before she even notices it herself, she'll find herself in a spontaneous hug from Rin and a few moments later, doubled over in laughter.

She's about average in terms of general ticklishness and doesn't have a whole lot of weird spots but is pretty ticklish in most common places, (sides, feet, armpits, neck, etc.)

She is not at all embarrassed about being tickled, maybe gets a little pink over her more extreme reactions, but other than that is pretty much unshakable.

That does not keep her from hiding/controlling her laugh. She's not embarrassed about being tickled, but she is VERY embarrassed about her natural tickle laugh.

It takes a certain stubbornness and preserverance to get her to finally stop manufacturing her laughter. She is very well practiced in that regard.

Verbal teasing to the tune of "Aw, does that tickle?" or "What's so funny? Why are you laughing?" doesn't do a whole lot in terms of flustering her.

She's also very used to being called pretty/affirmations in her general appearance so for the most part, complements don't get her very bad.

Even if she gets insecure, she's still used to hearing it so it doesn't have much of an effect.

(Unless they are from a romantic interest OR happen to be when she's already feeling down about herself and then they're pretty decent at making butterflies)

The real big ones though are the holy grails of both physical teasing and baby talk.

Slowly pushing up her shirt and "accidentally" brushing against her stomach actually kills her.

And "Kitchi kitchi coo!" Makes her lose her mind.

She's just so so so soft and I adore her. Live laugh lee ler Haruka

#ler!haruka #lee!haruka #project sekai tickles #tickling #sfw tickling community #tsukasa tenma #tickle hcs #pjsk tickle hcs #HARUKA BIRTHDAY PART TWO!!!#ELECTRIC BOOGALOO!!!!!!#don't feel like doing today's tickletober prompt either #so have this instead

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strangesthirdeye · 1 year

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Chapter 1: Latent Feelings

Unspoken Love masterlist /Chapter: 2

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"hey, Y/n" Stephen greeted you while poking your left side with his index finger.

You flinched and looked at Stephen angrily before slapping his hand with your right hand as you swept the spot that Stephen had just poked with your left hand.

"Don't do it like that! You know that's the most dangerous place for me .. next time you do it again I'll hit you with this clipboard" you warned Stephen before walking towards the counter and handing the clipboard to the nurse on duty.

"oh please, we both know you really like things like that right? poke there, poke here .. even though you call the place i always poke is 'dangerous'" said Stephen following you from behind before stopping in front of you and looking down at your face with a smirk.

"It's not like I really like being poked with your finger .. try if I tickle your neck? You must be angry right ..." you said looking up to see Stephens's face while rolling your eyes before walking past Stephen.

"Of course not" Stephen said chasing you from behind with his long legs.

"ouh yeah, let me tickle you. Come here" you replied while lifting your hand towards Stephen's neck but was stopped by Stephen by holding your right hand tightly.

Stephen brought his face closer to yours with a smirk. "don't you dare"said Stephen before releasing your right hand and looking down at your face.

You looked at Stephen with a sharp look and a little blush with what happened earlier before raising the tip of your toe to make your height equal to Stephen's and trying to fight eye to eye with Stephen. Even though you were only up to his chest level. Stephen raised his eyebrows with a smirk as if he really enjoyed watching his friend's behavior.

" what. are. you. doing?" Stephen asked confused but still looking into your E/c eyes.

"trying to make eye contact with you," you replied still looking into Stephen's ocean eyes.

oh yeah by the way, you're really short compared to Stephen who is as tall as a giraffe. (Even the author short too tehehe)

Although Stephen Strange is said to be a person who likes to show off and is rich and also a person who is smart because he has potential and all the awards that he has won, only you know what his true temperament is like. Y/n and Stephen have been friends since they were 10 years old. Welp, of course Y/n is on the same level as Stephen too but she is not the show off type like Stephen. Yes, she has a photographic memory as well and is rich as well, only this Y/n is known as a girl who is always independent and hard to give up. Also she has a big and kind heart. That is why many people are happy with Y/n's behavior.

Meanwhile, Stephen used to be a person who can be said to be a bit naughty as well, but he is not as naughty as other children .. he just likes to show off with what he has. And if it's just about the song, he's automatically fast. And always remember all the details that are important to him.

But then again, we must not underestimate young Stephen or what we always say ahh! don't judge the book by it's cover .. right? We can't look at him like that, even though he's a bit naughty. But look now!

Stephen Strange is already the best Neursergeon in the USA and has helped and rescued many people who need help. isn't that good? And he’s also the girl’s dream guy out there!.

Oh oh! and you are the best surgeon in the USA too .. see isn't that almost the same level? You also got some awards .. you are also rich and you like your job. You also won't choose any case like Stephen, who sometimes likes to choose cases that are interesting to him.

"anyway, I heard you were invited 'again' for the Neurological Society dinner" you asked before lowering your tip toe and returning to your original height after just giving in to Stephen.

"oh yeah, that's the real reason I came to you" Stephen replied. "Aren't you invited too?"

"Yes, I was invited but I refused because I have something to resolve regarding students who will come to this hospital. So, what do you want from me?" asked you raising your eyebrows and crossing your arms over your chest.

"I need some advice from you" Stephen replied with a shy smile.

"and what advice? may i ask Doctor Strange." asked you with a teasing smile.

"it's .. umm .. listen, promise don't laugh ok?" said Stephen, scratching his neck nervously.

"umm, I can't promise that .. you also know that I'm not good at promising with all these." you replied with a sigh.

"Of course" Stephen said quietly.

"Hmm, what did you say? "

"Nothing....just don't laugh ok?"said Stephen with a small sigh.

"depends on what you want to say" you replied with a teasing smile.

Stephen sighed heavily as he closed his eyes already done with his friend's behavior. Only he and Y/n can produce such a temperament between them.

"Listen, you know about women, right? Like, what women like and don't like. I mean, of course you know because you're a woman, that's why I want to ask you for advice" Stephen said nervously.

You stared at Stephen's face for a long time before chuckling but the longer you laugh the more you laugh at what Stephen said earlier.

"oh, please" Stephen pleaded towards his friend who was still laughing out loud while patting Stephen on the shoulder several times.

"ok, ok. did you say that you are interested in women's affairs? ouhhh, who is that lucky woman, Doctor Strange? who? and since when did Doctor Stephen Strange ask for advice from other people? Usually you reject everything as if you're not interested

" you said still laughing as you poked your elbow into Stephen's shoulder several times with your eyebrows raised.

"it's Christine.. I think you know her for a long time and I want you to ask her to come with me to the dinner that will take place in a month." said Stephen with a small sigh and a small hope.

'ouh, that hurt .. a lot' you thought a little disappointed. You then stopped laughing but still looked at Stephen's face with disappointed eyes that Stephen himself did not notice.

"Of course, I know Christine .. after all I'm one unit with her" you said a little disappointed but managed to hide with a small smile. (Smile through pain is sweet isn't it?)

"seriously? like you're really really friends with her, or just close but not talking to each other always?" Stephen asked before rubbing both sides of his arm.

"I prefer the first one. yeah, but why do you want me to ask this to Christine?Why don't you go and ask her yourself? ohh, it's okay .. I understand. You must be nervous and afraid to take her to dinner and that's why you came to me in the hope that I can persuade her to go with you to that dinner. I'm not your wingman, Stephen not even your servant for me to follow what you say for me to do, I never have been. After all, she's your girlfriend, so go ask her yourself " you said a little angry to Stephen while walking along the hospital corridor headed to your office quickly.

How dare he say that. He must think you're his personal assistant that's why he told you to do what he wants. This is the fate of being friends with Stephen Strange since childhood. First rule, don't do what he tells you to do. after all, you're done with his temperament.

"but .. but I haven't finished talking yet .. hey, where do you want to go? oh come on, I just asked you. why do you want to be angry .. ouh ouh. don't say you're jealous of-" Stephen was stopped by the office room door slammed shut in front of his face. Stephen sighed heavily.

The first rule when befriending Y/n is never to make her angry or upset because whenever you make Y/n angry or upset with her, she will not talk or be with you for a long time.

"fine, we'll talk again later" Stephen said a little hollowly before walking to continue his work.

Meanwhile, behind the office door, you walk towards your desk before closing the window curtains so that your office becomes dark and with a heavy sigh you sit on a black chair before crossing your arms and placing your hands on the table and placing your head on top both your hands.

You stared for a long time towards the office door before closing your eyes tightly and sighing.

'come on, Y/n. Why be jealous of Stephen? after all, that feeling is gone when Stephen met Christine a few years ago. After all, that feeling has long been hidden in your heart. It's just ... you have to get it out at the right time. And ... after all, Stephen was your childhood friend. Isn't it weird if you have feelings for a friend from your childhood? Arghh! Come on Y/n! It's enough not to just think negatively .. After all .. don't you like to see Stephen happy? '

It's like ice that melts little by little, that's how you've felt now since Stephen met and also dated Doctor Christine Palmer. how long have they been dating .. hmm oh yeah it's been almost two years since they've been dating. And the longer, the more shattered the friendship between you and Stephen.

"Doctor L/n, We need you in the surgery.. I repeat, Doctor L/n we need you in the surgery. thank you"

Your mind is distracted the moment you hear your name called through the speaker stating that you were called to help with some surgery. You then get up from your chair before walking out of the office to start your work. Still thinking about your old feelings for Stephen throughout your journey to the operating room.

"I hate this feeling" you said quietly.

#benedict cumberbatch x reader #doctor strange x female reader #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange 2016 #doctor strange #doctor stephen strange #benedict cumberbatch #unspoken love

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yiga-hellhole · 8 months

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ship opinion bingo with gan-based ships

rauru/gan

sonia/gan

zelda/gan

link/gan

bonus : kohga/gan and demise(or Ganondorf hw)/ghirahim

the whole shebang, huh? here we GOOOOO!!!!

RAURU/GANONDORF

AND WE HAVE A BINGO! so i haven't finished totk but bro. bro. holding your arch nemesis by the tits for 10.000 years. yeah something happened there. i adore a good divorce ship, and this is the one where the divorcees just keep coming back to each other because the homoeroticism is too on the nose. i see it. i see it. i see it.

SONIA/GANONDORF

again, haven't finished totk. i have only seen sonia in like two cutscenes thusfar. but i love it when women get to be pissed off at huge burly men and in doing so get to be recognized as a viable threat. so i will be rotating this one in my mind on the backburner until i'm more informed on their canon dynamic and each characters' backstories in the game

ZELDA/GANONDORF

this is one of those ships where i don't really care for it but some people do interesting stuff with it and i see what they're going for. the fun with zelda and ganondorf is that he doesn't necessarily want her, but wants everything that she has. this old man is so fucking jealous of someone half his age at minimum. so honestly the age difference is a bit too big and dynamic is a bit too antagonistic for me to actively like this ship. i guess i can see it playing out as a bodice-ripper type story, but that goes against nando's character to me, and i've never quite been fond of them in the first place. something like an arranged-marriage-turned-something-more or a hyrule warriors esque wartime romantic tension could work. they *are* entangled eternally in a cycle of being tied by soul, but fated to be enemies each time. at some point something could spark i guess. but at the end of the day its a solid "eh" from me

LINK/GANONDORF

the same kind of arguments as zelda/ganondorf, but instead of royal diplomacy, link has a sword. again there's gotta be something about being the one prpphesized to slay the same guy cycle after cycle. maybe in one of the cycles, he won't want to...? how scandalous. but generally, i don't care too much for this ship

BONUS ROUND!

KOHGA/GANONDORF

i love divorce and i love horny old men thirsting over big buff dudes. i have a feeling kohga has a thing for large and bulky men, for no reason at all, that's not at all present in the game. so, in botw i see ganon's worship as a purely "riding-on-the-coattails-of" thing where kohga doesn't actually care much about ganon, he just wants a reason to make his personality cult and have an ez way to overthrow the monarchy. when that fails, he ditches the joint. but then ganondorf awakens into this absolute handsome beefcake and the illustrious master kohga would probably be like. "okay. hold on. Pause." and the rest is history. i see it. i havs the vision.

GHIRADEMI/GANGHIRA

this has already been answered in the ghirademi bingo. but if you go for ganghira, there's the added tension of "you remind me of the man i devoted myself to, and his presence lingers within you", which would definitely have some serious emotional weight to ghirahim. but that i don't see reciprocated, once again, given that ganondorf always pursues power first. and this time there's not even the shared bond that ghirademi has, where ghirahim served as his sword for centuries! they basically just met, and all ganon knows is this sword freak is devoted to him! oh ghirahim, stop going after men who terrify you!!

#madman's rambling #asked and answered #beeptic #as you can see i can generally see the appeal in every ship and i barely ever have hard no's #but triforce shipping typically doesnt do it for me!!#just a bit too much for me!! some people do it well and others do it awfully. and me i dont do it at all :3

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twilightofthe · 9 months

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okay i put all my cranky thoughts into a separate post that's now drafted and it made me feel better so i'll be able to watch this episode now lol but if it gets me worked up again i'm posting the rant i'm sorry i cannot be helped or changed or saved <3

ANYWAY AHSOKA EP 2

also i forgot to say so last episode but kevin kiner my ABSOLUTE BELOVED the return of the king is real so happy to have you here my dude the ending and full theme was absolutely gorgeous

anywayyyyyy so i am guessing sabine did not make like satine and survived her shish kabobing

well there's ahsoka

oh yeah there's bean she's fine she'll be fine xD

damn filoni really gave more handwaving to having a character survive a major impalement vs me twisting myself into fucking knots writing anakin getting run through lmao

ahsoka sorry but actually i'm gonna blame u for this you still kinda seem like a mess and i don't think you were a very good teacher to sabine and now ur dropping back in on her when she's convenient to you?

well at least we know why she's so adamant against training baby yoda lol

ope here's goth girl and the fuuuuck is his NAME again i keep calling him fucking bryan

i like the fancy sithy-looking sundial tho

pfff second ep is "toil and trouble" guess we're getting witchy!

OH YEAH WAS SABINE'S KITTY OKAY

THEY BETTER BE OKAY

I SWEAR TO GOD

yea ahsoka what happened to showing up in the nick of time and saving kanan and ezra from inquisitors in rebels u were slowwww girlie

OK GOOD THE CAT IS OKAY

that's all that matters

ope one more droid hanging around ezra's place

GIRL UR SITTING UP ALREADY?!

GIRL HOW CAN U BREATHE

we do love the mechanic girl of my heart

sabine does love her explosions

no huyang hera just likes explosions

sabine works best under explosive pressure we LOVE HER

ope back to corellia i guess? we can reuse the old solo sets?

sabine

you were just

impaled

"but she's not the one who needs to hear it right now" ahhh there's the sabine and hera dialogue. ugh but i'm still not used to natasha and mary i can just hear tiya and vanessa doing it instead :(

WHY DO Y'ALL KEEP MAKING SABINE AND AHSOKA ANGRY EXES TF

"ancient ppl from a distant galaxy" waaaaaaait are they bringing in those eu dudes

no wait i think i remember something about these guys that was mention as the big bad in the canceled animated rebels sequel

or it could just be the chiss lmao

that could be it too, makes sense why they'd want thrawn

ok that is some real cool galactic map visuals i am an absolute sucker for a good starmap

ok but wait how the fuck did y'all get a map to thrawn anyway did the space whales write it

also sorry morgan but i don't personally think thrawn would go for u nothing personal you are hot but you don't quite seem his type

waaaait is fucking thrawn gonna have force sensitivity now THAT would be absolutely hilarious and he'd hate it so much

who's marrok i have no memory

y'all you can't just make thrawn work for you didn't he only work with the empire cuz he had to because it would advantage his people somehow (has read zero thrawn novels and only seen rebels)

please tell me sabine is in the fucking vents of ahsoka's ship

THERE'S THE GHOST WHERE IS CHOPPER

I AM NO LONGER FUCKING ASKING

okay so i think my issue with Mary is she doesn't have any of the same authority and purpose Hera's meant to hav

CHOPPER

MY MURDERBOT

MY SON

MY ANGEL MY EVERYTHING

Anyway

yeah

oh yeah harping in that the new republic is a total fustercluck

ew a capitalist

bro you know hera used to steal from people like you for the rebellion

sdlkfjsdk omg sabine's mom needs to talk to the teacher to keep her from getting expelled

but also y'all sabine is like 25-30 right now she's not a kid

@ ahsoka bitch you have no fuckin clue what you're doing doooon't talk about readiness

y'know maybe the imperial era just advanced medicine so later impalements don't kill people

oh oh so it IS ezra's!

sabine go find luke he'd love to have you

STOP WITH THE GAY DIALOGUE

ok so yeah she likely doesn't have force sensitvity

goddammit huyang neverMIND

so sabine IS force sensitive :) and kanan and ezra just never brought it up :) great :)

hera my beautiful ship nerd ily

bitch do NOT fuck with hera she has more presence than anyone ever

hera my dude you know better than anyone that if a ship wants to take off you gotta go try and stop it in person

ah i have been waiting like 5 long years to watch hera best pilot there was kick aerial ass

we STAN

chopperrrrrrrrr

oh yeah ahsoka's fighting an inquisitor too lmao

CHOPPER GET THEIR ASS

CHOPPER ADD TO YOUR KILL COUNT

ok this hera and chopper banter is perfect i do love it

VICTORY FOR MY GHOSTS

oh and good job ahsoka lol

aghhh sabine and her therapy cat i'm ;_;

theeeeere's sabine's mando armor

SABINE AND KANAN'S FUCKIN KNIFE I'M GONNA EVEN IGNORE THE BAD MULAN HACKJOB ATTEMPT

okay it seems like mary's kinda on and off for hera so far, she has her moments but she can't hold them

rosario keeps losing me i'm sorryyyyyyyy

natasha is doing GREAT

aaaaaand we redoing the end of the rebels epilogue!

god this makes me miss zeb

and kanan obvs but i've come to accept his death

zeb's still hanging around where is he!!!!!

ah all is right

sabine has her gay haircut back

here we go gay roadtrip to find ezra time

alright so i'm still not really vibing with jedi!sabine at All but i have concluded that this show is watchable but honestly not that good, writing-wise, sorry dave, so i think i'll be able to watch it with my brain turned off

goddammit first i thought the holograms visiting morgan were nightsister witch ghosts xD

RIGHT RIGHT HIS NAME IS BAYLAN NOT BRYAN

morgan stop simping for thrawn i guaranTEE he's not your type

oKAY

we are through with the two episodes! it is very late for me so i'm gonna sit and think on what i've seen so far and shitpost a little. i did really like seeing my rebels blorbos again even if the live action actors don't quite have their groove yet. obviously very excited to retrieve ezra <3 so yeah that was that and i'll be back for more next week!

#sw the ahsoka show #ahsoka #sw ahsoka #ahsoka spoilers #star wars #sw spoilers #star wars spoilers #ahsoka show #ahsoka tano #sabine wren #liveblogging the ahsoka show

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pokemoontwins · 6 months

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this is the pinned post

Hey, is this working?

Hi, hello! I don't really know who I'm talking to, but my name is Yuelia!

And I'm Noelia. I'm also here, I guess.

And both of our pronouns are she/her! ...Right?

Yeah, that's right.

And we're twin sisters! But I'm the older twin! Hehehe!

Hey! You don't have to tell everyone that!

Um, anyway, we kind of... crash landed in this weird place called Anistar City, so we'll be hanging out here until Noelia can fix our airship!

And once I can figure out a route home... which might be difficult, 'cuz of that weird wormhole thing.

Well, I'm sure it'll work out! In the meantime, I hope we can make some new friends!

That's Yuelia for you, painfully optimistic...

So far we've made friends with a Vivillon named Flutter and an Applin named Princess!

ooc info:

hi. i'm kade. 18, he/him. i also run @wanderer-sylvan. that's this account's main blog, so likes and follows will come from there.

this is a pkmn irl/"faller" blog for Yuelia and Noelia from the game Fantasy Life. i know a lot of people haven't played that game, so i hope to make this a blog people can interact with without knowing about Fantasy Life.

that being said. if you are currently playing or plan to play Fantasy Life and don't want spoilers, you may want to steer clear of this blog for now.

uh, the rules of this blog are pretty much the same as my other one, but i'll write them out again here.

i'm fine with like, dirty jokes and stuff but i do not write smut. so if you're looking for NSFW stuff, look elsewhere. i don't really know why you'd come HERE for that anyway.

i'm not interested in high stakes roleplay or prolonged heavy angst.

sapient pokemon and legendaries are fine to interact. and fallers, of course. it would be silly if i didn't allow fallers on my faller blog.

i do not accept in-character hate, anonymous or otherwise. i also don't accept out of character hate, but if you're gonna send me out of character hate you probably don't care if i allow it.

the twins landed in the same universe as Sylvan (my other rp blog guy), but i don't really know what that entails for them yet since all i've established for that universe is that it's after BW2, and that doesn't really matter on this blog because they're not in unova. so.

the blog also takes place one year after the events of Fantasy Life's Origin Island DLC, which i headcanon to take place about six months after the main story, if that means anything to anyone.

i have no fuckin idea how old Yuelia and Noelia are. they probably age differently than normal people. but i see them as adults, so there's that.

i will probably let them go home eventually. i'd feel bad otherwise :(. but i'll have them come and go between Reveria and the pokemon world, i won't just. ditch the pokemon part of the pokemon irl blog.

that's the important stuff, here's some additional, less important information because i can never stop talking. a lot of it might not make sense if you don't know about Fantasy Life. oh well

it would make more sense in my mind to have yuelia type in yellow. but you can't do that on the app for some reason and i'm not going into the web browser whenever i want to post here. so blue will have to do.

the blog is based on the american version of Fantasy Life, though i've also played the european version and take some lore bits from it. this clarification is mostly for the names that are different across versions. (i'll use Damien instead of Daemon, Terra Nimbus instead of Levitania, etc.)

the blog takes place in the Fantasy Life timeline, not the Fantasy Life Online timeline. but i MIGHT include some mentions of Fantasy Life Online characters. maybe.

sometimes Yuelia and Noelia might mention a guy named Aster. he's a guy i made up to fill the role of the Fantasy Life protagonist. the protagonist is a huge blank slate, and brother i've scribbled all over it. so there's a lot of information about Aster that comes from my brain rather than from the game.

i don't know if i'll have sylvan interact with these guys but you might get some references on here to stuff from that blog. for funsies.

#pkmn irl #pokemon irl #irl pokemon #rotomblr #irl pkmn #rotumblr

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dollythesheepp · 1 year

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Veronica- Chapter 7

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44050953/chapters/115131082#workskin

September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary...

I believe I'm a good person. You know, I think that there's good in everyone. But here we are... first day of senior year! I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself ...what happened?

We used to be so tiny and happy, then we got bigger and everything went to shit. But we changed once, so I still pray that maybe we can change again. And if we don't, college is right around the corner, and I'll finally be able to leave this Thunderdome behind me, and say hello to Harvard, Duke, or Brown.

I just hope I'll survive until June...

Those were the first paragraphs written in Veronica's diary. She was seventeen at the time, fourteen years ago, and Betty couldn't help but be reminded of her younger self in those scribbly blue lines, so naive and full of hope, not yet tainted by the hardships of life.

Below the last sentence were several other ones, all from that same day.

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Dear Diary...

The Heathers just passed by me, floating above the rest of the student body like they're apex predators at the top of the food chain.

They're assholes, everyone knows that but still, all of Westerburg wants to be them, or to be with them.

Heather McNamara is loaded, her dad sells engagement rings.

Heather Duke doesn't have a discernable personality but the implants paid with her mother's cash do the job just fine.

And Heather Chandler...the almighty. She is a mythic bitch.

They're solid Teflon, never bothered, never harassed. I would give anything to be like that...

Dear Diary...

Help me fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze.

I've been here for two hours and I've already been shoved, yelled at, got my lunch tray smacked down by Ram Whose Entire Personality is Being The Team's Linebacker Sweeney, and almost got my ass kicked by Kurt Kelly, the smartest guy on the football field ...which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf...

Now I'm hiding in the bathroom to avoid dealing with this bullshit.

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Dear Diary...

Sometimes, if you hope, dream, and pray enough, you get your way in the end.

Today ended up being a beautiful freaking day.

As the eventful day of September 1st ended with that last sentence, Betty closed the notebook, feeling tired and with her head full from going through the piles of old manuscripts all day, her tired vision starting to blur the words in front of her.

Getting inside Veronica's thoughts through her diary made Betty feel slightly better about the whole situation. It made it easier to stop seeing Veronica as this hallowed, unreachable person; Betty got the chance to see the actual her, read about her feelings and her insight of the world, and for the first time, she didn't have to rely on anyone's opinion to learn that, only Veronica's- even thought Betty was reading from the point of view of seventeen year old Veronica, still full of hormones and teenage anguish.

As Betty got up from the couch to return the diary to its box, she felt her Nokia cellphone vibrating in her pocket, she flipped it open, seeing it was her landlord.

"Hello, Ms. Finn?" said the forty something year old on the other line, his slight southern accent echoing in her ears.

"Yeah?"

"The problem with the plumbing I told you about," he began, getting straight to the point, no frills. "Turns out it's worse than we thought. I'm afraid it will take a little while to get the place ready for you to move in."

"Hm, how long is a little while, exactly?" Betty asked, already feeling the headache coming.

"A couple more weeks, give or take."

"A couple more?" she echoed, incredulous. "I'm already out of my old apartment, what am I supposed to do until then?"

"I'm really sorry, I know this wasn't excepted..." he continued.

"It's ok," Betty mumbles, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I'll...I'll figure something out. Thanks."

She turned the cell phone off, plopping on the couch. Betty was the type of person who liked to have everything planned out, she felt comforted begging a week knowing exactly how it would end; setbacks like those were a nightmare for her. She had already talked it over with JD about staying until Tuesday, then she would go to a hotel and wait for the place to get ready, but there's no way could afford two weeks at a hotel, even a cheap one.

She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, stressed out. She glanced at her watch, seeing how late it was, and got up from the couch to go to sleep. She closed Veronica's diary, with a bookmark to indicate what page she had stopped at, knowing for certain she would keep reading it the next day.

***

Sunday morning came along with its usual feeling of laziness, one that only grew heavier with the rain falling in heavy droplets, making the tree leaves dance and the house smell like wet grass.

Betty woke up a little later than the day before, to which she blamed it on the chilly weather and not on the fact that she had stayed up until late snooping through Veronica's diary.

When she left her room, Betty was introduced to the other nurse, Kate, who was older than Martha, probably in her late fifties, and a lot more serious too.

To Betty's dismay, Kate didn't leave delicious coffee for her, like Martha did. But JD came to her rescue, offering to make her coffee and toast. Time flew by as they chatted amicably, until JD glanced at his watch, cursing under his breath.

"I can't believe it's already 10 a.m," he said, he appeared upset about having to cut the conversation short, and Betty did too. JD was easy to talk to, he was funny and clever, as well as a good listener. "I have to drop by the company to handle some issues, if you need anything you can ask Kate."

Betty nodded and waved him goodbye. After he left, an eerie silence took over the house. Kate was upstairs with Veronica, who according to JD was watching television, leaving Betty alone with nothing but the rain to keep her company. Since staying outside and enjoying the view was out of question, Betty settled for studying her notes in the living room instead, bringing the heap of papers and another cup of coffee along with her.

She stayed on the couch for hours, forgetting about her plans to order lunch, completely immersed in what she was doing, until the doorbell rang. Betty looked around, unsure of what to do. She waited to see if Kate would appear in the living room, but that didn't happen, maybe she didn't hear or simply ignored it, since answering the door was not at all part of her job description.

The bell rang a couple more times, the person outside getting impatient. Betty got up from the couch to open it, feeling a bit weird, like she was overstepping a boundary somehow.

You're well past that...a little voice in her head snickered.

Betty unlocked the wooden door to reveal a petite woman standing on the other side. She had her back facing Betty, looking at the front lawn instead, she probably got distracted from waiting for the door to open, so at first, all Betty saw was a mop of curly blonde hair. The woman turned around quickly once she realized the door was open, and she looked at Betty with a puzzled expression on her face.

"You're not Martha," she blinked her wide, doe eyes. At that moment, Betty recognized her as one of the girls from the picture.

"N-no, sorry. I'm Betty, the hm...the ghostwriter," Betty said, unsure of how to introduce herself.

"Hm, alright..." the girl said, eyeing Betty up and down. "I'm Heather, by the way. Is Veronica up for a visit?"

#heathers #heathers the musical #heathers 1989 #veronica sawyer #jason dean #betty finn

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justcallmesakira · 3 months

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tw: a quick vent cs i am fucking tired :3, lots of disturbing topics

Honesty i dont understand why i am breathing rn :D

Like maybe it was better if i hadent been born? i wish they aborted me honestly because no one would even care if i would dissapear for a day

Yeah no one! :D why? because i make myself so free to others that they only see me as the girl who helps everyone blah blah. If anything i sometimes wonder if i even have friends! Because i have to be the one coming up to them ALWAYS! just to converse so they dont gather in groups and talk shit abt me! hehe

Infact i dont know how many days i have left till i go jumping off a building! i am on my bedroom cold floor rn crying sobbing and whatever synonyms of weeping there is while typing this bcs i dont have the energy to write in my journal because my parents demotivated me so much by making my personal hobbies into studying and all i have 0 motivation to even breathe haha

I even choked on my water because of so much crying hahahah silly me

You know when i say i am fine/? I am not actually I have been sneaking to bathrooms to silently cry an overthing and have been overworking myself, starving myself and barely having any sleep!

I am far away from fine but will i lie so no one suspects me? Yup!

But maybe its my fault

Maybe my parents deserved a better daughter

Not someonen like me who cant even get a good diploma

Its definetly my fault that i am useless maybe if i worked a bit harder all these years i would have been someone better?

I really cant anymore like what do i ned to do to finally be accepted? I am good at nothing really i barely draw nowadays because my mom takes away my art supplies which i bought with my own money for months because ofmy exams so during that time i dont really have the energy to draw

I told myself i would journal everyday but after my mom told how ugly and shit my writing is and that i should stop writing abt my health and day and write about actual study type stuff

But ig its fr my own good,,journaling used to help me alot but now my fingers feel too numb :)

She even read my writing...I am happy she didnt read the part where i talk about how i am was continuosly banging my head against my kneecap because the concrete on my wall was too painfull and that i am starving myself to become skinnier nowadays and i cant hav great amount of sleep too

Hehe i guess i kindaof perform s/a

I want to write more things boggling in my mind because i ant stop crying, tears are continuoing to spill on my screen and i am trying my best not scream because if my mom hears it she will be mad

I dont want my mom to be mad it hurts me really tho she hurts me a bit more...still

Err anyways maybe i am being drmatic? idk i dont care anymore because i have been having a bit too much of suicidal thoughts

hehe:3

#sakira!#vent #I am tired #a bit too much...#I dont like how my parents sold me #it hurts me alot

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