#i made two because i was getting so overwhelmed and couldn't commit to one

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[endless-ineffabilities]

chemical override (2)

Ewan Mitchell x actress!reader

a/n : aaand I just couldn't let this storyline go. Typical. Best to read part one before this one :)

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The reader and Ewan have gotten a lot closer since the press tour for season two, but neither one has made a move. The reader is spotted with another costar, giving rise to rumours of romance.

The press tour came and went like a fever dream. From Paris to New York to London, everyone had been highly anticipating your upcoming show.

Albeit you had a minor role, it all seemed like everything you could ever wish for.

A blossoming career. Lifelong friends made from your peers. The overwhelming support from audiences.

Only two episodes have since been released to the public, and already your character has become a fan-favourite.

Sadly, you and Ewan only had that one press day together, after which you were paired with other cast members. That didn't stop the onslaught of comments under your interviews with him, fans stating how good you looked together. Speculating whether there was something going on between you two.

You are good friends, but that's all.

He calls you often, mostly in the evenings after you're both finished with work. He sticks close to you during premiere after-parties. Now and again, you would catch him looking at you from across the room.

But... well... that's all there is to that.

Maybe he's just being nice. Maybe he only sees you as a good friend, and this is just how he is. With his effortless charm and cheeky remarks that can be mistaken as flirting, you think that maybe you're reading too much into it all.

"Ewan likes you, you know," Phia looks at you over her shoulder, as she does her makeup in front of your dresser.

The cast is having a private get-together in Fabien's apartment for a night, and yourself and Phia decide to prep together, her own place only being five minutes away from yours.

"He's just being nice," you shake your head at her observation, as you sift through your closet looking for a top.

"He's not that nice to everyone," Phia laughs. "Trust me, that lad fancies you and it's plain as day. Ask anyone, I mean, Tom even pointed it out the other day."

"And Ewan was there with you guys?"

"Uh-huh," Phia swivels her chair around, all done, nodding at you, "Poor sod just about turned red as a beet."

"What did he say?" you ask, not even bothering to hide your curiosity. Phia's got your back, after all.

"Well..." Phia glanced away, weighing just how much she is at liberty to say. Ewan's her friend just as much as you are, and she doesn't know how deep she can meddle in this.

"How bad is it?"

"Nothing bad, promise," Phia walks over, then takes over the task of sorting through your closet, "He likes you. A lot. But it seems like he's apprehensive about jumping into a relationship right now."

You plop down on your bed in a huff, "I guess that makes sense."

"Chin up, darling," Phia turns around, arms folded behind her, concealing her chosen top for you. "You're both rising stars, with great careers ahead of you. If you're going to commit to each other, you're gonna have to do it right."

You smile, because you can't help it, the high from landing your dream career not yet subsiding.

"And," Phia continues, "even if he's too chicken to make a move, that doesn't mean you can't torture him with this." She grins, presenting a green satin top, the material weightless and shimmering.

"This? Are you sure?" It was definitely revealing, and it would have your back exposed, only tied together by two strings.

"Ewan loves green," she hands it to you, and you hold it up with concern etched in your features.

"I guess I could wear this," you mumble.

"Oh, you will wear it," Phia smirks, pushing you over to your bathroom so you can get changed.

Already wearing your trusty pair of bootcut jeans, you shimmy into the slinky top, calling out to Phia so she can assist with securing the strings at your back.

"You look absolutely gorgeous," she beams at you in your bathroom mirror. "Ewan is going to melt at the sight of you, doll."

"Huh," you say, checking yourself out in the reflection. "Okay then, I think we're ready - "

Your phone rings, cutting you off. Phia beats you to it, and her face is scandalous when she raises your phone up like it's precious evidence.

Ewan's name flashes bright on the screen.

"Oh, look who it is!" Phia practically sings, "Lover boy."

"Give me that," you demand, reaching for your phone, but Phia quickly sidesteps you and presses the screen to answer the call.

You gasp, and the both of you struggle to keep down an incoming fit of giggles. Phia then clicks on the speaker mode, and Ewan can be heard saying your name, his tone a bit confused.

"Are you there?" Ewan asks.

"Yeah, I'm here," you take the phone, waving to Phia so she doesn't make a fuss.

"Hmm," he says. "I hope I'll be seeing you tonight. The party won't be as good without you."

"Well, Phia and I just finished getting ready," you glance at her, and she makes a kissy face at you.

"Hello, Mr. Whipped," she playfully cuts in with this greeting, effectively letting Ewan know he's on speaker.

You hear Ewan snort on the other end, before he says, "Hello to you too, Phi."

"We should be heading out in 15 minutes, and we'll be there on time," you let him know.

"Okay, I suppose I'll see you guys there," he replies.

"Okay." A beat of silence passes, and Phia just shrugs at you.

"I, uh - " he finally speaks up again, but hesitates.

"Yeah?"

He clears his throat, having decided on saying, "Nevermind. See you soon, darling."

The line cuts off. You slowly let your hand fall to the side, sighing at how it abruptly ended. Shaking off your worries, you look at Phia once more, and she already has her line all prepared. "See you soon, darling," she recites in a low voice, imitating Ewan.

"Oh, shush," you shove her playfully, and she shoves you right back.

"I can't wait to see you, darling," she continues teasing you, laughing, and you can't help but blush and smile, finding her endearing.

"Well, let's go," she says, picking up her things, "your darling boy of Derby awaits."

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Fabien greets you at the door with that perfect smile of his, arms outstretched to pull you and Phia into a hug.

"Welcome, welcome," he greets, leading you into his apartment, where most of the cast is already assembled, including Ewan.

You happily exchange pleasantries with everyone. Chatting with Emma and Olivia. Profusely thanking Matt when he gushes over your outfit. Catching up with Harry and Bethany. All the while sensing that Ewan watches you from somewhere in the room.

You're eventually directed by Tom to the corner table where Ewan and Phia share a loveseat, drinks in hand.

"I'll get you a drink," Tom kindly declares, heading to the kitchen.

"Thanks, Tom," you say. You sit next to Phia, leaving her between yourself and Ewan. You finally say to him, "Hey, you. How are you doing? Got here early?"

Ewan's jaw clenches and loosens, and you catch his eyes quickly drift down to rake over your figure. When he meets your eyes again, his pupils are considerably dilated.

The boy just shamelessly checked you out.

"Ewan," you hear Phia say, elbowing Ewan from beside him. "She just asked you a question, be polite." She wags her eyebrows at you, mouthing the words lover boy.

Ewan hears that, astute as he is, and it snaps him out of whatever haze he seemed to be stuck in.

He shakes his head at himself, offering a smile to you. "I got here just before you guys," he answers. His voice lowers when he adds, "You look really good, darling."

You smile in return. "Thanks. So do you."

Phia beams at the exchange, then makes some excuse of having to catch up with the others. The look she gives you before sliding off the seat reveals that she just wanted to give her two lovebirds some privacy.

"So," Ewan inches closer to you, his arm outstretched on the back of the seat, "how did the script turn out?"

"It was better than expected," you say. He refers to a script you told him about a week ago, for a potential project which will shoot in Atlanta in the fall. "I'm supposed to meet with the director pretty soon to discuss it further, but I think it might be the right fit."

"That's amazing," he expresses sincerely. "Rian Johnson's a brilliant director and they would be lucky to have you as their lead."

"Thanks, Ewan! Yeah, I'm really excited for it, it's a lot different from House of the Dragon, but I'm all in for the challenge, you know."

"Is it a drama film, or thriller, or - "

"Oh, it's a rom-com, actually."

"Oh," he nods, leaning back a little, like that needed a bit of processing. "And you'll have a romantic co-lead..."

"That's right, and - " you confirm.

He smirks, like he just thought of something amusing. "Well, maybe I could - "

But you finish your statement then, " - I think Jacob Elordi has just been selected as my partner in the film."

His face scrunches in apparent distaste, "Has he now?"

"Mhmm." You note the switches in his expression, how his face fell when you mentioned your upcoming co-star. He can't have something against Jacob; they already did a film together and it seemed like it went well on set.

That thing nags at you, that little spring of vanity and desire creating warmth in your stomach. That Ewan might be jealous.

Which is ridiculous, given your shared line of work. Besides, you were not together. What could he possibly be jealous over?

"You've worked with him, right? What's he like?" you continue the topic, keeping watch for the minutiae of his reactions.

"He's... he's a good actor, I guess. Dedicated and all that. Pleasant on set." His answer is curt, not giving away any details, tone flat like he's disinterested.

"Riiight," you nod slowly, smiling impishly at him to get him to lighten up, "I'm sure he'll be just as pleasant on our set then. Good to know."

He catches the look you're giving him, causing the corner of his lips to pull in a soft crooked smile. "Hmm, be that as it may... I think I'll do a much better job as your love interest, don't you?"

"Oh, will you now?" you lean forward, and he does the same.

"Yeah, didn't you hear?" he whispers conspiratorially, like there's a secret to be shared. "According to the internet, we have a lot of chemistry. Practically oozing with it, based on some comments I read."

"You've been lurking on comments? You? The last crusader against all social media?" you joke, fully knowing that he keeps a few shadow accounts just to keep up with how his work is being received by the public.

"Sure," he shrugs his shouders dramatically, " that, and also to stalk your page, of course."

"Oh, of course," you quip, "I wouldn't expect anything less."

You share another laugh, feeling light all over, and even lighter when his fingertips brush against your arm for a few seconds. Goosebumps erupt on your skin, and you sneakily rub your arms to cover the effect he had on you.

Tom reappears from the side, handing you a drink as promised, "What are you kids giggling about over here?"

"Nothing," you share, "just that Ewan is planning to join Instagram."

"A damn miracle, that!" Tom exclaims, lightly punching Ewan in the shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah," Ewan looks at you warmly, playing along, "you can be in charge of keeping my account running."

"Tough job. All those fan messages I'll have to answer."

"Yeah, you'll have to quit your day job," Tom adds jokingly. "It was fun while it lasted. The industry will miss you."

You feel a pressure by your shoulders, and notice that it's Ewan's arm snug behind you on the seat. In the midst of conversation, he must have drawn even closer. You glance down briefly and see his knees touching yours.

You nervously take a huge gulp of your drink. There is no hiding the effect he has on you now.

"Don't you two look cute?" Tom comments, then he stands right in front of the loveseat and puts his phone up. Before you can say anything, a clicking sound makes it clear that he has taken a photo of you and Ewan.

"Awww, I ship it," Tom gushes afterward as he looks at the photo. He then reaches over and passes his phone to you.

The image betrays what the both of you are probably struggling to hide - it's there, clear as day. The attraction, the tension, the chemistry. Ewan practically has his arm around you, looking at you intensely with the inscrutable spark in his eyes. His teeth lightly clamping down on his lip in desire.

There's a subtle scrunch between your eyebrows as you return Ewan's look, a result of trying to maintain composure when he is so close. But your posture is relaxed, almost cozying right up against him, showing just how comfortable you feel around him.

As Tom just said, you ship it.

If only.

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Two weeks after the party at Fabien's, the main cast members of House of the Dragon are engaged in an additional round of promo work. Season two is at its peak, and the media is just clamoring to get more from the cast.

Some are booked for photoshoots, others for interviews.

While a minor character in the show, they also wanted you to take part in engaging with the press, but you are already busy with your upcoming film with Jacob. You're currently out in LA, doing rehearsals in preparation for the actual shoot.

Ewan is yet again lounging in a hotel suite, about to do an interview with Vanity Fair.

He sends you a text, in response to your complaint about a difficult scene.

You had shared, It's a pretty dramatic scene. What if I can't cry on command?

He easily texts back, You can do it, darling. Trust me, you're one of the most talented young actors I know.

- Thanks, Ewan. Good luck with your interview!

- Thank you, good luck with rehearsal. I miss --

Ewan pauses typing. I miss you, he aches to send. He does miss you so much. Why can't he just commit to it?

He ends up sending, I'll see you soon, in its place.

He knows he wants to do everything with you. Take you out on dates. Sweep you off your feet. Travel to wherever you will be filming just to see you. Confess how much he wants you.

Why can't he? It's terrifying to him, being with someone, in danger of falling in love - truly falling in love - with a fellow actor, and that relationship exposed to much public scrutiny.

He's always been a private person, so will he be able to handle all of that? Acting is his first love, and he's devoted to the craft. If he succumbs to his desire for you, will that cause him to go off track?

What if the relationship is not well-received? He is aware of how passionate fans can be. What if they cruelly decide to make you the object of their ire as a result? He can't possibly put you through that.

But... but fuck it.

The Aemond in him turns proud and defiant. Why can't he? Why shouldn't he?

He types another message in a second, then clicks send.

And I miss you.

His publicist walks over to him, giving him a few last-minute instructions. In a few minutes, the room is all composed and the interview is ready to begin.

The line of questioning has almost become routine-like for him, a far cry from when he first started giving shorter interviews for previous projects.

The answers flow from him smoothly, stemming from his care for Aemond and the show.

Near the end of the interview, he is asked about the remaining normalcy of his life. Surely it has all changed ever since he landed the show?

"Well, I try to go back to my hometown as much as possible. Just, you know, spending time where I grew up really helps maintain a sense of normal, for me," he responds. "It keeps my feet planted on the ground, that is, when I'm not on dragonback flying high up in the clouds."

The interviewer promptly laughs at his last remark, then asks, "What's next for you? Your fans are just eagerly awaiting your next project. Maybe a film like your new costar? Everyone is excited for her film with Jacob Elordi."

Ewan can't hide the way he perks up at the mention of you, never mind how Jacob is included too. "Ah, yes, well there are some things down the line for me. More than anything, I want to choose a project that I am passionate about, with a story and a character that is rich and complex. Whichever that is, I guess you'll find out soon!"

"Yes, yes, we will!"

"And about her project, I mean, I'm just so proud of her. We've become really close and I think she's a fantastic actress and person. She's going to smash it in this film, that's for sure."

The interviewer nods enthusiastically, smirking as he adds, "Apparently a bit of romance on the cards for her as well!"

"You mean in the movie?" Ewan replies, half-smiling in confusion. But he spies his publicist gesturing to the interviewer from behind the camera, a signal that private affairs are off-limits.

After a final question, the interview wraps up.

His publicist grumbles to him afterward, as they prepare to leave the room. "It was clear that no private questions are allowed. Sorry about that, Ewan."

"It's alright, that was... well, what was he on about? Did he mean romance between the two of us?"

"I believe he's talking about Jacob and her. They were spotted out in LA today. The interviewer probably just wanted you to spill some dirt on your costar."

Ewan frowns, "What do mean they were spotted?"

His publicist appears surprised at his question, and his obvious interest. "They've been papped walking arm in arm in LA. Seemed pretty close, not that it's any of that interviewer's business."

As they walk out of the hotel, Ewan can't help but do an immediate Google search of your name, and sure enough, the headlines about your walk with Jacob are abound.

He can't pinpoint how he feels as he sees the photos, the statuesque Jacob with his arm around you as you beam up at him. He notices that his grip on his phone has tightened, so he turns it off quickly and shoves it in his pocket.

Whatever this is, and how it makes him feel, he doesn't like it. He doesn't like it one bit.

His phone vibrates from his pocket, but he ignores it.

So he doesn't yet see your reply.

I miss you too.

💌 next chapter

Ewaaaan! Make a move, my guy!

As much as we'd like to see them make declarations of love or get into the passion quick, I wanted to make it as realistic as possible. How would two young actors begin dating? Reader, kudos to you for keeping it cool as a cucumber thus far - it's up to Ewan to make the big move.

Part three may be the last. What'll they be? Just friends? PR relationship? Notorious fling? Or new celebrity power couple?

MASSIVE thanks for all the lovely feedback for part one! 💙

Update: if you wish to be tagged in part three, let me know in the comments 💌

[theemporium]

[3.5k] after his iconic first race win in formula one, lando gets to celebrate with his three favourite people. or, the charlandax smut i accidentally promised after a lando win with a lestappen podium. (smut)

note: this is fucking filthy and i kinda feel like i need to go to a confession booth. okay bye, nobody perceive me after this. she’s also unedited so beware (I’m too lazy to reread and edit rn)

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Lando Norris felt like he was on top of the fucking world but maybe that was just how it felt from the top step of the podium.

It hadn’t really hit him yet, despite his ears ringing from his own screams and the cheers from the crowd and the fans and his own team. It didn’t feel real until the national anthem began playing through the speakers, until he heard his team singing along, until he realised this was his reality. 

He was a Grand Prix winner. 

Finally. 

Surreal was the only word to describe how he felt. After years of second-place and third-place podium finishes, of people telling him his time would come, of having so many close calls, he did it. He fucking did it. And he didn’t just skim a win, it was fully fucking his as he soared past the chequered flag.

And for once, Lando basked in the knowledge that all eyes were on him. It didn’t give him that prickling, itching feeling under his skin. It didn’t make him want to  hunch his shoulders up to his ears. It didn’t make the little voice in the back of his head send him spiralling over every little thing he could be doing wrong. 

He had just won the Miami Grand Prix and everyone was staring at him and he fucking loved it.

But it meant more than just a win to Lando, it meant so much more than a trophy to add to his collection back home. It was about the years spent achieving this dream. It was about the effort and the support he had from the team to reach this point. It was about sharing this moment and standing on the podium with two people who meant the fucking world to him with the third watching all three of them from down below. 

It meant the fucking world to Lando. 

It was a blur of happiness and excitement and adrenaline as he stood on that top step. It felt like he was in a movie when the trophy was handed to him, the number one staring back at him like it was reminding him he had done it. It felt like a fucking dream when the champagne celebration started, his hand barely wrapped around the neck of the bottle when Charles and Max drenched and drowning him in champagne.

It was completely fucking unbelievable this was finally his reality.

Time was a blur of big smiles, loud cheers and so many people congratulating him. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, it made something in his chest burst with pride as he felt his team slap him on the back as he walked through the garage. He felt like his life was complete when you threw your arms around him, tugging him close until your bodies felt like one.

“M’so cold,” he murmured as he wound his arms around you, holding you closer as he buries his face into your neck for some privacy, despite the countless cameras pointing at him.

“I’m so proud of you,” you whispered back, just loud enough for him to hear because he was the only one who mattered in that moment. “This is the first of many.”

He sniffled, feeling his throat close up a bit but he just squeezed you tighter when the words didn’t come out as smoothly as he wanted. 

However, you were pulled away from him seconds later as he was directed towards the camera. With media duties and team debriefs and many more commitments, he didn’t have time to stop and celebrate with the people he wanted. He had to perform for the cameras, for the fans, for the people watching before he could. 

And honestly, he couldn't complain. There were worse problems to have.

His brain was running a million miles an hour, so many thoughts and feelings and emotions to try and comprehend that he barely noticed the other person in his driver’s room until the door shut behind him and he felt a pair of lips on his. 

“I am so proud of you, mon champion,” Charles murmured against his lips, the kiss short-lived due to the huge smile on his face. He pulled back enough to look at Lando properly, his hands holding the Brit’s face. “So, so proud of you.”

Lando felt his cheeks burn. “M’glad you and Max were up there with me,” he admitted, that funny feeling in his chest returning before he glanced around the room noticing that Charles was the only one in his driver room. “Where are the others?” Pause. “How did you even sneak in here?”

“I have my ways,” Charles answered vaguely, his eyes glinting with mischief. “And I’m here to help you hurry up. They are waiting in the car.” 

Lando snorted. “And they sent you to hurry me up?” 

“I may have come third, mon amour, but I’m still fast.” 

Despite his words, it took a few more minutes of Charles pressing kisses all over his face and mumbling a load of French that Lando didn’t understand before he was finally able to grab his belongings and make it out of the McLaren motorhome. 

His whole body was buzzing with energy, far too hyped up to even care about the way his face burned when he climbed into the backseat of Charles’ race weekend car, unable to wipe the smile off his face. 

This. 

This was what he had been waiting for. 

This moment to be with the people who loved more than his heart knew he was capable of. A moment to be with the people who believed in him no matter what, even when the rest of the world doubted him. 

And if Lando was being so completely honest, he was so lost in the buzz of his win that he didn’t think anything about your hand resting on his upper thigh. He was still lost in the race a few hours ago, still lost in the feeling of crossing the line and hearing Will’s voice over the radio confirming he secured his first Formula One Grand Prix win. 

So lost in that moment that he barely had a chance to drop his backpack on the floor of Max’s huge hotel suite before the Dutchman was reaching for him. With the privacy of the hotel room door locked from the rest of the world, Max didn’t hold back as he raked his hand through Lando’s curls. His fingers twisted in his hair, tugging sharply as his teeth nipped the Brit’s bottom lip. 

Lando couldn’t help himself when he let out a whine.

“Fuck,” Max groaned, tugging on his hair again as he watched Lando’s eyes flutter shut. “Look at our race winner, hm? So pretty, schat.”

Lando’s lips parted but words were lost on him. Instead, his eyes darted where you saddled up against Max’s side, head resting on his shoulder as you looked at Lando with a massive grin. 

“I think you broke him,” you teased, a faux pout on your lips. “Guess that throws all our plans out the window.”

Lando blinked before quickly shaking his head. “I—no, wait, what plans?”

Max grinned. “Your reward, baby. Didn’t think we were gonna celebrate your big day, huh?”

“I—” Lando paused, feeling something deep in his stomach twist in desire. “I just…I don’t know. I thought we were gonna go out…or something.”

“We could,” Charles spoke up as he slipped in behind Lando, his hands on the younger boy’s waist. “If that’s what you want. We can go out and celebrate with everyone else.”

Lando swallowed. “Or?”

“Or,” you repeated, your eyes lingering on his kiss-swollen lips. “You let us treat you like a proper race winner.”

“And what does that treatment include?” Lando asked, because that was just who he was. That little brat in him that wanted to know his options, that wanted to know exactly how he was being rewarded, who wanted to know exactly what was getting done to him. The little brat in him that was mouthy and sassy and usually got put in his place—that wanted to be put in his place.

And Max knew that. He knew that if he reached down, Lando was probably half-hard already. He knew that no matter what he said, Land would be down for it. He could see the glint in the Brit’s eyes, that realisation of what he could have without realising it. 

“Anything you want,” Max murmured, his thumb lightly tracing along Lando’s bottom lip. “You’re the winner, Lando. Our winner.”

…

Anything you want. 

That was his limit—completely fucking endless. He had all the control in the palm of his hands to do whatever he pleased, whatever he desired, whatever he fucking wanted. 

But that wasn’t what Lando wanted. He didn’t want to be in charge. He didn’t want to be the person making the calls and decisions. That wasn’t his role in the bedroom and he never really wanted to be. He liked being the one who got to lay back, the one that people tried to tame and dominate only to realise he didn’t listen as easily as people wanted. 

He liked being the one that people worked to break. 

So, that was exactly what Max gave to him and Lando only slightly regretted his decision as he slumped back against the Dutchman, grinding his ass back against the older boy’s straining cock as he threw his head back against Max’s shoulder.

“Please, please, please,” Lando whined, trying to buck his hips forwards but Max kept his body in place, just where he wanted him. “S’too much.”

“I know, schatje,” Max mused, pressing a lingering kiss at the base of his neck just to hear Lando let out a small moan at the contact. “But look how pretty they look for you, all for you. You don’t want them to stop, do you?” 

But Lando couldn’t bring himself to respond. 

“None of that,” Max muttered, squeezing Lando’s sides to get the boy to listen. “Thought my winner was gonna be good for me, huh? Look at them, Lando. Look how good they are being for you. Look at how much they are enjoying this.”

The boy only managed to let out a whimper as he fluttered his eyes open, his chin tucking into his chest as he looked down at the sight Max was demanding of him. 

And, fuck, it made his knees buckle.

The two of you were absolute fucking messes. It felt like something out of a porno, one that would have Lando panting and whining and fantasising about because never once did he think it was realistic. And yet, here you and Charles were, looking like something out of his deepest desires. 

He couldn’t focus on one of you, it would have been a crime to not stare and ogle you both. The way you both looked utterly perfect on your knees in front of him, glossy eyes and flushed cheeks and looking so fucking blissed out as you both worshipped his cock—like you were fulfilling a purpose, like this was what the two of you were made for. 

And it was messy as fuck, something that maybe would have been gross to everyone else in the world, but Lando thought it was so fucking hot. The evidence of his previous orgasms splattered across you both, covering your lips and chins and naked chests. The way your lips wrapped around the head of his cock as Charles licked down the underside of his cock until he nosed Lando's balls. The way Charles had one hand wrapped around his leaking cock, pumping and stroking himself as you squeezed and played with your tits like it would give you some relief. 

But it wasn’t about your pleasure or Charles’ or Max’s. 

It was all about Lando. 

“Such good sluts on their knees for you,” Max muttered, lips brushing against his ear as his warm breath tickled against Lando’s skin. “Usually that’s you, schat. Getting on your knees for me, doing whatever I tell you.”

“Fuck,” he let out in a breathless whimper, turning his head to try and nuzzle his face into Max’s neck. 

“Do you like this, Lando? Like seeing them be such whores for your cock? So desperate and needy?” Max continued, his hands tightening on the younger boy’s waist as he looked down at you and Charles.

You let out a whine at his words, your thighs clenched together and your eyes fluttering shut as you traced your tongue along the slit of his cock. Your moans vibrated around his cock, leaving the boy a puddle underneath your touch as Charles placed wet, open-mouthed kisses along his balls. 

“Bet they would stay there all night if you wanted them to,” Max mused as his eyes caught teary green eyes staring up at him, desperation shining in the pretty colour of them. “Bet Charles would love to take your cock down his pretty throat, he always does it so well for me. Hm, amour? Think you could take our pretty winner’s cock like a good boy?”

The sound Charles let out was pitiful and straight out of a fucking porno.

“Max,” Lando breathed out, his hands reaching back to try and grab onto the Dutchman. “Please, I-I need…”

“What do you need?” Max questioned, squeezing his sides. “Need more than their mouths, baby? Or maybe you need more than that.”

Lando felt his whole face burn as he let out a shameless moan when one of Max’s hands began wandering, when his fingers brushed along his skin before squeezing the fat of his ass. 

“The champagne wasn’t enough, hm? Maybe we need to fill you up,” Max suggested, like it was something as casual as talking about dinner options. “Bet you’d feel so nice and tight around me, baby. Maybe let Charles fill your pretty throat instead.”

“Please,” Lando whined.

“Yeah, you want that?” He could feel Max’s smile against his skin. “Let our pretty girl bounce on your cock whilst we fill you up? She would look so pretty sitting on top of you.”

Lando nodded his head vigorously, his nails slightly digging into Max’s skin. “I need it, Max, need it so bad.”

Max’s teeth scraped along the side of his neck. “Beg for it.” 

So he did. 

He begged for it until his voice was hoarse and his legs were shaking and his babbles were practically incoherent. He begged until he felt Max’s lips on his skin, joined by Charles and yours moments later as you three kissed and worshipped every inch of his body. He begged until his face was burning red, his blush spreading down his neck and chest as you praised him—your race winner—until he couldn’t take it any more.

He begged for it as you held his face, prepping kisses all over his face whilst Max worked him open. 

He begged for it as Charles marked along his neck and chest to help him relax as Max slowly slid inside him, stretching him open until he was a whimpering mess.

He begged for it as you slowly sunk down on his cock, your cunt already soaking and slick with your own arousal as he buried himself inside you. 

He begged for it until his hands were gripping Charles’ thighs, nails digging into his skin as he urged his cock further down his throat until he felt fucking full.

“Fuck, baby,” you moaned, rocking your hips back and forth as you let your hands skim along his skin. Your fingers traced along the planes of his abs, watching them softly clench under your touch before you traced along his sides. You kept your hands moving, feeling the need to touch every fucking inch of him as he preened and squirmed under your touch. “You look so perfect like this.” 

Lando let out a muffled moan around Charles’ cock.

“Letting us fill you up, make you feel so good,” you continued, the walls of your pussy clenching around him. “This is what our race winner deserves. So pretty and fast today, baby, it’s so hot.”

One of his hands let go of Charles, blindly reaching out towards you until you caught the hint to intertwine your fingers together. You raised it to your lips, pressing a soft kiss onto the back of his hand and something about the soft gesture whilst his body was being fucked into an inch of his life made the boy spiral. 

He couldn’t do anything but just take it, let the overwhelming pleasure wash over him until his whole body felt like it was on fire. His nerve endings felt like they had been turned up beyond the dial, like every touch was more thrilling than he could ever imagine. The words of praise was a muffled mess around him, three voices all mixed together as he felt hands all over his body. He felt safe, he felt full, he felt complete. 

It was a blur of too much pleasure and excitement and gratification when he finally came, white spots dotting his vision as he felt himself completely spill inside you whilst your cunt clenched around him, as Max’s cock hit the perfect spot deep inside him with every thrust. He was so lost in his own orgasm, in his own moans and whines and noises to fully realise the domino effect he started. 

To really appreciate the sight of you coming on his cock, bouncing up and down on his cock whilst your tits moved with each thrust. To really enjoy the sensation of Max coming deep inside him, squeezing him so hard that he was sure his skin would bruise the next day. To watch the way Charles stroked himself a few more times before spilling over his chest, just for you to lean down and lick up the mess until you leaned down to kiss him senseless. 

To be completely honest, he was waiting to wake up and realise this whole day was a dream. 

But he blinked. And blinked once more for good measure. And your smiling face was still there to reassure him this was real, that everything about today was real. 

“Hey,” he whispered, voice a little rough and hoarse. 

“Hey, baby,” you grinned back at him as you raised your hand to gently cup his face, your thumb wiping away a few stray tears that slipped out. “How are you feeling, Mr Race Winner?”

And despite the exhaustion settled deep in his bones, Lando beamed at you. “Feel like I’m the king of this fucking world.”

You giggled. “Then our job here is complete.” 

Lando huffed out a laugh, his eyes fluttering shut as he tried to fight the urge to curl up and sleep for the next week straight. 

“Don’t tell me that’s you done for the night,” Max’s voice spoke from somewhere else in the room, somewhere away from the bed but Lando couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes just yet. “There’s a whole city wanting to celebrate with you tonight.”

“Ugh, being a race winner is so much work,” Lando whined playfully, reaching for you to pull you closer before you could pull away from him. “Let’s just stay here forever.”

“All a part of the title, mon amour,” Charles teased as he settled down beside the younger boy on the bed. He leaned in, placing a quick kiss to Lando’s forehead. “I heard the other drivers making bets on who could buy you the most shots.”

Lando let out a breath. “Fuck, they are gonna try to kill me.”

“We wouldn’t let that happen,” you assured him, but he could hear the smile in your voice. “I’m sure Max would join you.”

“Thanks, schat,” Max grumbled as he wandered back into the room, a wet washcloth in his hand. “We have a few hours before we are meant to meet everyone anyways. Have a nap, you can shower when you wake up.”

Lando blinked his eyes open, a cheeky smile on his face. “Alone?”

Max rolled his eyes. “It’s never enough for you.”

“I’m a high maintenance guy,” Lando replied. 

“We know,” you murmured with a snort, only to gasp when he pinched your side. “Hey!”

“You can’t yell at me, I’m a race winner,” he shot back at you, grinning wider when you rolled your eyes. 

“Yes, that is exactly how this works,” Charles snorted as he slumped down on the pillow beside Lando, reaching for the Brit to curl up beside him. “That and club blowjobs.”

“It was one time,” Max grumbled. “And it wasn’t even my idea!”

“I didn’t regret it for a second,” you smiled shamelessly at the Dutchman before raising your hand, trying to pull him down onto the bed with the three of you. “C’mon, we can clean up properly later. I wanna cuddle.” 

“So needy.”

“In the wise words of race winner Lando Norris, I’m a high maintenance guy.”

“Hell yeah, baby,” Lando murmured, his cheek pressed into the pillow with a sleepy smile on his face. “Someone stitch that onto a pillow.” 

“Please go to sleep before I gag you both.” 

“They would probably like that, mon amour.”

“You too, Charles.” 

“Always so bossy, Verstappen.”

.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Out Of Context Shit Heard On The SOLDIER Floor #6

Previous: #1, #2, #3, #4, #5

Angeal: No, Genesis, you spaghetti-noodle-spine-having-ass bitch.

Sephiroth: I identify as a tonberry *chases Cloud with a kitchen knife*

Zack: Ra Ra Rasputin *kicks Sephiroth over*

Genesis: Unhand me you cretin *alone, talking to no one*

Angeal: Zack just showed me a picture of the Grinch and said "hear me out"

Lazard: No, Sephiroth, you cannot have a human-sized cat bed in your office "for enrichment"

Cloud: Parkour time *crashes through the air vents*

Sephiroth: I'm the biggest lesbian ally in this department, actually.

Angeal: For the sake of my sanity I'm gonna pretend I didn't just see Zack twerking to One Winged Angel.

Luxiere: I would commit unspeakable atrocities for a crumb of Zack's attention.

Lazard: That stripper pole better be gone when I get back or so help me, Genesis, I will return you to the goddess.

Sephiroth: *does a single pump of sore throat spray* This is enough for sustenance for the day.

Kunsel: Care for a deep-fried cigarette?

Angeal: You look like an AI-generated twink.

Sephiroth: I've grown so tired of Genesis's voice that we now communicate solely through interpretive dance.

Lazard, over the speakers: Whoever heated fish in the break room microwave, please come by my office so I can break your knees.

Zack: Aww, I forgot to feed the Roomba :(

Genesis: I don't know why me and Angeal are being judged. Simulating a birth with a watermelon is a perfectly normal activity for two people.

Kunsel: Hopefully this office party won't end in accidental weed use.

Angeal: WHY IS THERE A FAMILY OF RACCOONS IN THE TRAINING ROOM?

Genesis: I noticed some homosexual subtext in your screams, do you want to talk about that?

Angeal: *sniff sniff* Ooh~ who's barbecuing? OH MY GOD IT'S AN ELECTRIC FIRE.

Roche: Every time I think about chopping my hair short I think "Sephiroth wouldn't want this for me" and the feeling is gone.

Genesis: I made a friend *drags in a skeleton with a Sephiroth wig*

Cloud: *points at Angeal, Genesis and Sephiroth* Pure of heart, dumb of ass, big of tit.

Lazard: I told Zack to use Excel and he started sobbing.

Angeal: WHAT DO YOU HAVE AGAINST SEASONING YOUR GROUND BEEF?

Sephiroth: It's extremely rude to ask someone why they're eating a salad bowl of udon at 8 AM. Mind your business, Zack.

Cloud: Genesis likes Loveless so much because the title resonates with his love life.

Zack: You keep your anxiety pills in a takeaway to-go box? Dude that's so fancy.

Lazard: Why is Sephiroth the only one wearing a shirt??

Angeal: Common sense has chased Zack all his life but he wears wheelies so he's faster

Sephiroth: I personally don't use the peace sign because I haven't had a day of peace since I was 12.

Kunsel: I'm never going out in public with Zack again. A child's balloon popped when it went near his hair.

Angeal: No I'm not giving you an aspirin. Last time I gave you one you crushed it and snorted it like cocaine.

Lazard: An overwhelming majority of you peaked in kindergarten.

Sephiroth: Zack, I'm becoming increasingly concerned by the amount of potatoes in your pants right now.

Zack: This year I want an A/B/O themed birthday party.

Sephiroth: Please don't commit tax fraud, Genesis. You won't thrive in prison.

Genesis: Does anyone have an extra ramen packet to give Sephiroth? The 64 he consumed this morning weren't enough.

Roche: Commander Rhapsodos and his emo fringe is our culture.

Zack: I'm at my fucking limit! I'm about to eat a vegetable!

Genesis: He's a son of a bitch Sephiroth: That implies he has a mother, so I don't see how that's an insult.

Zack: Fuck around and find out *said with a chunk of Genesis' red coat hanging from his pocket*

Cloud: Does anyone have an extra brain cell? I lost my remaining one when Genesis spoke to me this morning.

Sephiroth: Damn.

Kunsel: Zack owes me so much money that if he sold his box of random shit he stole from Angeal, he still couldn't pay me back.

Angeal: Why are you guys playing Queen's Blood in the closet? is this a metaphor?

Genesis: Have you prayed to your Sephiroth cardboard cutout yet today?

Sephiroth: Alert me once Rufus Shinra arrives so that I may greet him adequately *said while building a pipe bomb*

Lazard: It's all fun and games until the timeout cage that I ordered online arrives.

Genesis: I will atone for my sins by becoming a nuisance to the environment.

Cloud: If Zack were a scented candle he'd smell like ADHD and crayons.

Sephiroth, standing on a table: DO NOT. EAT. THE CHEESECAKE. IN THE FRIDGE. It's mine.

Angeal: *with a bucket while it's raining hale* Free ice baby.

Zack: I finally have enough gil to buy a sixteen bouncy castles.

Genesis: Being overcome with the desire to eat pasta and call your mother at 2 AM and wondering if you're having a mental breakdown or are possessed by Sephiroth.

Lazard: I can't fire any of you, but I'm about to start setting things on fire.

[dizzycoffee]

Oh my gosh I love your writing!!! After reading the Vox x Angel Reader I was just "Wow so cute!"

And then I got this idea from it

What if Vox just can't do anything anymore or just say a simple "No" to (Female Angel)Reader without them using there puppy eyes on him ALL of the time even at times they don't do it intentionally

Like we just act a cute puppy once we are getting yelled at we just give our owners a sad puppy eye look and make them do what we want XDD

— Vox / Angel!Fem!Reader; Headcanons Part 2

KSGDHG thank you sm !!! this dynamic is honestly so much fun to write !

for the first post, click here !

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･ HEADCANONS ･*:.｡..｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

While Vox is still a bit hesitant to put a label in the relationship, the two of you definitely act like you're in a romantic one

A committed one at that, seeing as how you made it very clear you have no interest in anyone but him

He, on the other hand, makes it clear by the way he never refuses your requests

Usually, he's quite compliant when it comes to you asking for physical things

If you asked for anything, he'll gladly fulfill your needs

You're thirsty? Here's a water. You're cold? He's brought a blanket with him. You're tired? Please, lie down and he'll turn the lights down to make it easier to rest

There are two main instances in which hesitates with your requests...

Vox pulled the blanket over you, smiling to himself as he watched you yawn. "Go ahead and sleep, angel," he whispered. As he began to move away, your hand reached for his. Your touch left him buffering for a second, turning his head to look over at your pleading look. Despite the now darkened room, your eyes still shined amidst the darkness. "Can you stay with me?" you asked in a soft tone. Swallowing thickly, Vox felt himself hesitate for a moment. He obliged, slithering into bed next to you. Naturally, your wings wrapped themselves around him.

When in comes to more emotional / intimate requests, he finds himself a bit reluctant

Not because he doesn't want to— no no, he LOVES to cuddle you and all

It sort of comes back to his inferiority complex and how he doesn't want to end up corrupting you

He loves you, so much he's scared to hurt you in any way

He can't unsee how your hands feel so soft against his claws, the way your angelic wings warm his cold and stiff body

He feels he isn't meant to be loved by an angel like you...

You, on the other hand, don't particularly care whether he's an overlord, a demon, etc.

You don't necessarily hate his hesitance, because you understand that he's still struggling to come to terms that this whole relationship is okay

But you don't fully tolerate it, especially when all you want to do is kiss him

You developed this specific habit for him whenever he starts to hesitate or begin to think negatively

Vox cleared his throat, "You want... more kisses?" You held back a sigh, understanding that he was beginning to overthink things. You looked up at him, letting your eyes widen as your brows twitched into an expression that left him flustered. You pout your lips as you say, "Please, Voxy? For me?" It didn't take more than a second for his lips to be attached onto yours.

Emotional intimacy aside, he also hesitates to fulfill your requests whenever you visit while he works

The way he hardly gets any work done whenever you visit during work hours,,,

A soft hum left his lips as he kissed you, his claws gently caressing your cheek. He couldn't get over this overwhelming warm feeling you gave him. Your hands gently tugged at his shoulders as you peppered his lips with your kisses, his own hands running down to your hips to pull you further into his lap. "Vox?! We have a meeting!" The two of you jump, eyes flashing towards the locked door of Vox's office. "Fucking Val..." Vox mumbled before turning to you. "Sorry, angel. We'll have to cut the visit sho—" "But you promised we'd be together all day..." Like a switch, your previously flustered expression flipped to give him the puppy-eyes. He inhaled sharply, claws beginning to dig into your side. "I'm busy!" Vox yelled back out to Valentino. Ignoring the groans and complaints from behind the door, the two of you returned to your longing kisses.

[shadowskulls-blog]

I also craving Sera x Fem reader, whether it's romantic or platonic, I need it-

Can we get NSFW Sera x Exorcist Reader?

Sera is trying to do her paperwork but the reader went under her desk and start eating her out.

Alright, I'm back. This made me come back and get motivated. Also, let me just say I'm terrible at build-up, so let's just get straight to the point

(Also, side note, this is probably shit but I need to post something. Also, I've been drained by life, so writing has become difficult for me to do, but I'm just at a low point, but I'm sure all will be all good soon) (also probably some word mistakes because my auto correct sucks ass and I'm too tired to look back)

Sera x Exorcist Reader.

(Nsfw)

Sera's hand shook with the feather quill in hand, making her once perfect handwriting turn more sloppy as the pleasure she felt overwhelmed her. Her curled up as the quill nearly broke in it. The pleasure she felt made her face hot, and her wings started to cave in around her.

Her six wings shook and moved slowly as every now and then, her feathers would puff up. As a beat of sweat would fall down her face.

Sera covered her mouth with her right hand, trying her best to hold back any moans or whimpers. Her finger tips pressing into her skin. Her eyes could barely stay open as her shoulders began to shiver a bit, that shiver going to her spine as her feathers ruffled a bit

It was hard to keep her eyes open and her voice low. Anyone could walk in and see you two like this. She didn't want anyone to hear her committing to these "sinful acts"

She never knew what to expect from you. The extermination day was always one that weighed on her shoulders and stressed her to no end. She never knew what to expect on this day, she didn't know what Adam would do. Anything could happen, and it always stressed her out. Along with the fact you're an exorcsit.

You would always be too excited on this day. Before and after the extermination. You'd always come back filled with energy. Blood on your clothes and mask as you'd always come to Sera first.

With Sera stressed to the very core and the fact you're at a all time high... it always ended in these "sinful acts" ... but she couldn't help but be pleasured by you...

So when you took of your mask, showing that smirk on your face and got under her desk... she knew what to expect...

Sera moaned into her hand as she felt your tongue against her clit. Her hand finally letting go of the quill and resting on her desk, only for her nails to dig into the wood. Making lines in the wood

Sera let a tiny moan into her hand as shoulders shook. Sending a shiver down her body as you felt her body shake. You chuckled as you let go of her soaked pussy, her precum sticking to your lips as you let your tongue back into your mouth.

"Getting to you seraphim?" You chuckled a bit as you looked up at Sera. Your hands squeeze at her thighs a bit. Sera's wings ruffled a bit as she opened her eyes to look down at you with a glare.

You and Sera both knew this was unholy, but that didn't stop you from getting her annoyed with reminding her about it. You already did unholy acts with killing sinners once a year, so it didn't really affect you, but Sera...

It's a whole different story.

"Don't. I don't care about that right now. So don't remind me -" Sera was saying as she continued to look down at you, but you smirked up at her with your head moving back in. You let your tongue out and shoved it into her pussy

Sera's eyes widened as she covered her mouth again, letting a moan escape as her wings ruffled up, making a couple of her extra eyes come out of her wings as she leaned back in her chair.

Her left hand made claw marks in the wood as her fingers curled up into a fist. Making her hand shak as her legs tensed up, making them move a tiny bit but, your hands kept her legs pushed apart as your hands squeezed them gently.

Your tongue moved slowly as your mouth moved against her. Getting every taste of her. Your light hums seemed to give her a slight more pleasure as her body began to shiver all over. Her face grew hotter as her moans were getting harder to hide.

Soon, Sera felt her lower body get hot as she felt like she was gonna break any minute. The way your mouth moved licked and sucked at her. Sera's hand then went to your head. Her large hand gripped onto your head as she pushed your head more into her

"Don't stop" Sera moaned out, moving her hand away for a second but a moan came out as she tried to cover her mouth again. You chuckled a bit as you continued to move your tongue in her. Feeling her clench every.

You sucked a licked as your hands moved against Sera's thighs, slightly massaging her thighs. Sera's hand tightened on your head as her fingers intertwined with your hair. You can feel her shaking, and you can hear her moans get louder as she leaned her head back.

Sera's moans grew louder as her hand held the back of your head tightly, her body tensed up as she tried her best to muffle her moans. But it was proofing not to work anymore as she was close to reaching her limit.

"Oh my goodness," Sera spoke into her hand as she felt her climax about to come. You smiled as you speeded up your moments. Your lips sucked and moved as you felt the back of your head get pushed as Sera's fingers gripped at your head

Sera muffled into her hand as she cummed around your tongue, her hips bucking as she tried her best to hide her moans but, they were still loud. Her back arching as her wings stretched out, along with multiple eyes being formed.

You hummed with you closing your eyes and swallowing any bit of cum Sera released. Your hands gently creased her thighs as you pulled away, your tongue falling out as you whipped off your mouth.

"How was that high-ranking seraphim?" You said with a smirk as you let your head rest against her thigh, only for Sera to grab you by your exorcsit uniform and kiss you. Her hands gripped tightly at your uniform as she let go of this kiss

"Don't. Or I'll throw you out of this office without you getting a turn, " Sera said as she looked down at you, along with all her other eyes staring at you. You blushed bright as you raised a hand up to go in one of her curls

"You're so damn beautiful," you said with a smile as you couldn't care if this was unholy. Sera's eyes widened a bit as she looked down at you with a shocked expression. Not expecting that answer, but....

She really couldn't care either.

Sera pushed away any paperwork she was doing as she flicked her hand to lock the door as she pushed you onto the desk. Your eyes widened as you looked up at Sera. Your face blushed bright red as she stood up slowly.

"And so are you. But without clothes... I think you'll look more beautiful, " Sera said as her hand gripped at your uniform. Her eyes glowed a bright cyan as she smiled down at you.

Ready switch turns.

**

Again, sorry if it was written poorly, but thanks for reading more is coming. I swear on it. I'm just tired as fuck

[prapaiwife]

Before love sea airs I do want to talk about love in the air again like I have many times before lol. But it's just about prapai and sky especially their relationship as a whole and now that it's been obviously like a whole year since the show and i watched it so many times and I still read a lot of people like negative comments about their relationship.

There's like two scenes in particular that stand out to me and so with the first one it's the scene in episode 12 when prapai reads sky's journal. And so I've seen so many people misinterpret that scene as pai being so invasive and overwhelming towards sky. When it is so far from that because from what we have seen from sky up till this point is he dissociates a lot. Which is understandable because of his traumatic past. But prapai didn't read the journal to torture sky he didn't do it out of any malicious intent. He read the journal to see where Sky's mind was really at because the things that sky was saying didn't add up to all of the good times they had genuinely shared together. And he knows sky up to this point that he won't tell him his honest feelings he will only shut down. Him reading out loud having sky listen to what he wrote was a way for him to make sky see that if this is how you really feel that's okay you can love me. And I understand that you can't tell me this because you're scared and so he made the first move towards sky for him to see like he has already fallen for him, he loves Sky for all that he is even though he thinks so little of himself. Sky couldn't even fathom pai liking him but at the same time in that journal he wanted pai to have eyes just for him he liked the attention the love and how attentive and caring pai was to him. He constantly worries on how to reciprocate that in some way so pai can see that he is just as interested in this as much as he is.

Sky wasn't going to tell him all this of what was read in that journal because that would make it all too real for sky. Pai just wanted sky to face his feelings and not in a torturous way. Sky hearing all that be spoken out made him really as we saw go into a like a very emotional state because he's in that moment now thinking he could possibly lose pai for good. But that's not what he's there for he wasn't there to break it off with him the way that sky did with him earlier in the episode. He just wanted an answer because he knows that this isn't sky like I said he sees sky and so he's not going to leave things to be when he can sense that no something is up. That hug at the end of the scene as well when Sky tells him that he loves him that's all pai wanted to hear and what he kind of already knew. But he made the first move first to tell that to sky so sky can see that it is okay because I love you just as much and I'll make the first move for us and put my feelings out there and tell you that I love you.

And if you've been watching the show it has been pretty clear as day that pai can clearly see something is wrong with sky he picked that up initially on episode 9. From that point on he always kept that to the forefront of his mind and this will also kind of explain people saying he was "stalking" sky. When literally he's been seeing this man not take care of himself at all he doesn't eat his meals he doesn't sleep he's getting sick, sky is pretty much abandoning himself. And so all pai did was step up and be that person for sky to see that he sees him he's not going to just let this go he's going to take care of him he's going to be there for him all the signs that sky was showing that others may have turned a blind eye too or couldn't tell. Pai knew something though which is why he followed sky so much around and try to be like a presence in his life. And in the whole process that was a big thing for sky because he doesn't trust anyone after what he went through understandably so. But him seeing the strides and the commitment that pai was making just for him touched his heart so much that he didn't want to admit it because he liked it. He was scared but he liked it this feeling he thought he would never feel ever again nor did he even want to imagine that this person could genuinely like him for him especially as to how he was treating pai prior to this by declining him so many times and by saying he doesn't care who he is and he doesn't want anything to do with him. But once pai set the record straight to him after he took care of sky when he was sick about his intentions of like I just want to take care of you that's it. Yes my intentions in the beginning were not as they were now but right now I wa wanna be that person for you.

And like when he was taking care of sky he saw him having these completely horrible nightmares which answers his question as to why he wasn't getting any sleep. And when he brings it up to sky he derives from that and doesn't go into detail which is fine but pai from that point on always comes over to his apartment.

He also sees how important school is to sky but how sky uses school, his school work as a distraction and lets it consume him more than it should he doesn't give himself any breaks he works from the time he comes back all the way to next morning most likely. To the point where he's up before all of his own friends. And so pai comes over regularly and helps him with his homework. He wants sky to rely on him he wants sky to see that you can call me text me whatever I'm always going to be accessible for you. And we see sky that starts leaning into that and gets comfortable with him coming over and helping him so much to the point where he kind of scared him unintentionally because of how urgent he needed his help lol.

And in ep 11 pai made it pretty clear of like I will always help you whenever but you have to be a little bit aware of how you sound to me this is the same man who he has saw have nightmares so for all pai knows sky might be in trouble or something more. And so he was upset out of worry because he didn't think sky is taking advantage of him he wants sky to call him he wants sky to to know that he's there for him.

But he also wants sky to know in that moment to just be more aware of his tone. I like that pai doesn't even stop him from helping him because he always wants to help sky if he asks for his help even if he doesn't pai is a helper and a giver he's a big brother after all. To two of his siblings so it falls in line with his character if you ask me it's not out of line him sticking around sky it's not stalker behavior. It's really him seeing this person who's clearly going through something in their life and they don't have anyone looking after them nor are they looking out for themselves and so they need someone who's going to be around them to just kind of keep an eye on them and make sure they're okay. Especially with pai knowing sky's father lives away and his mom as well. And so he gives him his meals everyday and so calls him to ask what he wants!

And then on episode 13 the last scene I wanted to mention. In the last episode after sky was almost about to be assaulted. Pai yells at sky but it wasn't meant to be taken I think in a horrible way. He's once again seeing sky dissociating from everything around him, including him. What he needed in the moment was for sky to see that's he's here. Cause as we know and see when sky gets like this he is completely cooped up and it makes it hard for pai to understand and or help him the best that he could.

And so when he did that it made sky realize who he's with. Sky really fully realized that pai was in front of him you can see like that relief in front of his face. And pai telling sky just asking him to just cry just to feel what he's feeling this moment because he knows it's not good and it's making him hurt just as much as sky, he's seeing the man that he loves in pain. They are both hurting in that scene but the same time sky was once again able to see that through pai reassuring words once again he's not alone as he thinks he is in his head about all of this.

He has this man in front of him that loves him so much he would do anything for him. And right now comforting him and taking care of him is what he's going to do. And no I'm not saying that pai can fix him but what he can do is be this amazing life partner for him and walk through every stage of his life with this with him. Because although this has happened hes gonna make sky see this doesn't define him it's not going to make sky as a person and I think he wants sky to see that.

I would say even in the special episode we saw a character growth and turns out sky was actually communicating his feelings to pai. In the bathtub scene when he tells him he doesn't like having his exes coming up to him and telling him how they dated him and how he's going to leave you just pretty much dishing out of pai used to be before he met sky. Pai heard him out and said I'm so sorry that my past is still becoming a hindrance it seems sometimes in our relationship because of the people that I've been with and them being so disgusting towards you. I will make sure that that doesn't ever happen again and in that way I love it because sky says I know you love me you love me so much and it just shows that like he doesn't even how to think twice about pai love for him because he can see it clear as day. And so he has no problem now voicing out his uncomfortableness with that and telling him because he's like I know you love me and you will try to do something to help this not be such an issue. At the same time this guy was like I'm still going to get my little payback just because lol but it just shows their communication is so much better and sky is able to have a lot more confidence in himself as to when he told that ex off in the restaurant. Because he's so much more confident I think in his relationship with pai and himself.

Okay that's it just thinking about it and needed to write it out 😭😭

[snowblossomreads]

Day 23 - Eve of Revelations

Pairing(s)/Character(s): David Friedman

Summary: In where Dave stumbles upon information that reveals the truth about the woman who enjoy stirring up chaos in his life.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Mentions of child abuse

A/N: I should really be nicer to Dave and not give him trauma, but .... here we are LOL. Man's is about to get a not so nice little shock. Tis the season.

Every year during this time, David would find himself down in the archives of the precinct, going through cold cases, and other active ones that were similar, in hopes of finding answers for loved ones, and to bring justice to those who were harmed. He would also revisit closed cases, just to study the events that happened, and what had been done to find the perp.

Now while most of it was purely voluntary because he truly wanted the people who committed these crimes to be caught, there was also a bit of selfishness in it. That being, having the ability to avoid the holiday potlucks that they were subjected to during the season. 

He had zero interest in brown nosing superiors at his age, or chatting with his fellow workers unless it was for work. Plus, he had been on the force for years, and he only had a few more before he could retire. His plan at this point, was to just keep his head down, do what all he could to help victims, and get out of there when time came. 

This year was no different, as he sat at one of the two desks that was located at the back of the room as everyone upstairs was celebrating that evening. Several boxes of case information were stacked up beside him as he looked through one that had caught his eye, it was almost two decades old yet it still stuck with him to that day. A case he remembered as if it had happened only weeks earlier. 

Various aspects of that one had haunted him when he worked on it, none more than the little girl he had found hidden in a closet who wore all the signs of an abuse victim. Her hands scarred by cigarettes being put out on her hands, her back bruised, and the signs of sexual assault that had been present in the evidence document that he had been given weeks after the incident had happened. 

He wanted to curse his luck that day, as he was never even supposed to be in that area, yet it seemed as the universe had different plans.

Something that stayed with David the most about that whole case though, was the eyes of the little girl. Even if he couldn't remember detail for detail everything that happened, or couldn’t completely remember her face, he did remember those eyes that should have been bright with childlike wonder, but were only dull and lifeless. He had to admit, it was one of those cases that had decreased his faith in humanity.

As he looked over the case files, he pulled up the events that had happened after all of that. Her piece of shit father had fled the crime scene and there had been a hunt for him for a few days. What made it difficult was that the man had been a sitting state congressman. 

That made David smirk, only for the reason of him being slightly amused that he had gotten involved with two cases with statesmen against his will during his career. He didn't really believe in coincidences, but it sure was something.

The man had been caught hours away in Texas trying to cross the border in hopes of fleeing the country, but when your face is plastered everywhere it's hard to get away with something like that.

He had thought that the case at that point was over, as the evidence of this man's crime was absolutely overwhelming. Yet, what ended up transpiring during the whole discovery aspect of the case, had David spiraling for months. There had been witness tampering, evidence tampering, and some of it even going missing. 

And add that to the fact that the man was someone in power, and had allies in high places, he knew he shouldn't have been surprised that the man only got ten years in prison for manslaughter.

And the assault that was clear as day against the child? Well, all of it was brushed under the rug, his defense that his wife had done all of it, and that's why he killed her, in a heat of passion. They wouldn't even take what the little girl had to say as evidence either citing that at her age, her memory may not be correct.

When the sentencing came down, David had almost quit the force. Instead, he drowned his sorrows at a bar that night.

Paging through the documents, he was reminded that the girl had ended up being placed with some relatives for a while, until they decided that her outbursts and meltdowns were too much for them to handle. She ended up in a foster home called…, he turned to page to check. 

St. Mary’s Refuge of Hope.

His eyes stayed on that for a moment as he looked at the address of the place, and it seemed very familiar to him. It was in his usual area of patrol, but he didn't think he had gone there before.

Huh. 

Turning the page, he found a photo clipped the wrong way so he couldn't see it at first. It wasn't until he took the paper clip off, and turned the photo to reveal what was on it, did his memory kick off into high gear. Not only that, he could feel his heart begin to race as he started at the building.

While he hadn't ever been there for work thankfully, he had been there once. And it was because of [Y/n]. He had run into her one day on that street carrying a few shopping bags as she headed in the direction of the foster home. It had really caught him off guard considering the only times he saw her was when she was up to something or, well in his bed. 

She seemed surprised too in the moment, but had quickly approached him with a bright smile that was devoid of the mischief she usually had reserved for him. That strange day had continued, when she somehow wrangled him into helping her carry some of the bags, and they had made their way to St. Mary's. 

The confusion was evident on his features when they got there, and it stayed as the nuns welcomed [Y/n] back warmly. Genuine happiness on their faces, and on hers as well.  

And then the kids. They all seemed so excited when she arrived in the activity room, the little ones swarming her excitedly as she pulled out treats and toys for the kids that had been in the bags. When the visit ended, the kids seemed disappointed she was going, but she promised she'd be back soon. 

He had later learned from her on their walk to the bus stop to take her home, that she had been an orphan after her parents died when she was a kid, which she didn't elaborate on much. Not that he was expecting her to. And that the nuns at St. Mary's were extremely kind and understanding during her meltdowns and took the time to calm her and give her the space she needed. They taught her that it was okay to be upset and helped her find better ways of letting it out that wouldn't cause harm to herself or others. 

She let it slip that it was because of flares up from an incident and psychogenic pain, but when he asked what the incident was, she just shook her head and smiled, saying it was something that she preferred to keep to herself. 

Wait a minute.

Standing up from the chair, folder still in hand, David stood up and walked around the table, his eyes still glued on the file. 

The girl from his case had similar issues from what the file had said. Her guardians at that time had been older, and were afraid that the girl would hurt herself or someone because of the outburst. It was why she was sent to St. Mary's because they would have more resources to help her. 

She was eight at the time of the whole thing, and after she turned eighteen and aged out of foster care apparently, she had just disappeared. It would also have been the same time her father would have had gotten out of prison. From what David had heard through the grapevine at the office, the man had immediately left New Orleans and Louisiana altogether. Good riddance. 

But if his math was correct, [Y/n] the little girl should be in her late twenties now. Just like the [Y/n] he knew…

No, that couldn't be right. He hadn't noticed that he had begun to pace back and forth in the room and it was when he reached the back of the folder did he freeze. 

It was a document from child services that the girl's caseworker must have turned in after she had aged out. This was new to David, because he hadn't touched the case after it had been closed due to the sheer amount of depression it caused him initially. 

So, this was new to him. 

Trepidation was written all over his face as he stared at it, unsure what he was about to find. His stomach was knotted unpleasantly with anxiety that he hadn't felt in a long time. If he decided to stop now, maybe he could avoid answering a question that had an answer that he wasn't going to like. 

But even then, he knew it was going to haunt him now that he had so much information and it was hard to ignore the similarities between that little girl and the woman who he stepped in to help at a bar those few years ago. 

The regular civilian David wanted to turn back, but the detective of twenty five years wanted to find answers. 

Unfortunately for him, the detective side of him won out that evening, and he turned the page and stumbled upon a revelation that made him drop the folder altogether.

The folder hit the floor with a soft 'thump', and the papers and photos that the file contained scattered in front of him, laying bare the pages upon pages of evidence.

And in that evidence held a picture of an eighteen year old girl. Who wore a brilliant smile with eyes that were almost completely alive even if they hid pain and sorrow in them. 

Her eyes were different now. Different from the ones that haunted him, different from the ones in the photo. Happier even, but it was her. It had been almost ten years since that picture had been taken, and while many could change drastically in ten years. Some people only changed a bit.

And [Y/n] happened to be one of those people.

Maybe he should have joined the Christmas party this year as he was about to need a drink. And a strong one at that.

[appleblueberry-pie]

I saw your post asking for yan Miguel asks:

I’ve been praying for someone to write about Miguel with a giant reader.

I dont even know if I want us to be a whole drider or just a Giant Woman™️ (lady Dimistrescu, my beloved). Or maybe both and we can final form an even bigger spider!

Sorry, I’m just excited to have a place to ask and I’ve had this in my head for so long 😅

It’s just been clinking around that in some spiders the females are much bigger and the males would have to like feed and appease her to try and mate without getting eaten.

And I am an absolute SUCKER for mating rituals!

I hope this catches your interest, thank you for reading 😊

Ooooooooooooooh my god? Yes? Why haven't I thought of this before??

DINNER IS THE DESSERT.

cw: mentions and threats of committing cannibalism. predatory tendencies. animalistic tendencies. sadistic and masochistic tendencies. public humiliation? scent kink. male sub + dom female.

Miguel is scared of you.

You....you aren't giving clear signals. He doesn't know what you want from him. All he wants is to please you, make you happy. He wants you to notice him and fucking love him. He wants to be yours. Not your dinner.

He used to be the tallest in the company. 6'10, 300 lbs. Ever since Jess softly introduced you and scattered off like a mouse, you have been the biggest. 7 feet fucking tall and one extra inch for decoration. 270 lbs and hungry for a mate. He can tell. Your scent wafts up his nose when he's in a 20 foot radius. And when he brings you a gift he think you'll love, he knows you don't like it when you stare down at him, almost disappointed in him, and lets the silence grow as everyone stares at the two of you. He awkwardly leaves when you don't say anything.

No one else will dare talk to you if they're interested because they know that they don't fit your standards. You're too fucking scary. No one. NO one can match your strength or even catch your interest besides him. And it's beautiful, because he's been obsessed with you and everything about you since he first met you. To be your bitch for the rest of his life is a dream come true. And to do that, he has to up his game. Attempting to intimidate you will get him killed. Simply offering himself to you will also get him killed. Actually, used, shown to everyone, and then killed.

And the only thing that has been working so far, has been giving you gifts. That's the only time he has a chance when it comes to communication and even winning a simple glance for your attention.

When you first introduced yourself to him, the both of you were alone. Peter and Jessica hated your energy, and Miguel was the only one that could possibly fight you off if you attacked them.

"Everyone thinks I might kill them if I get too close."

You were too close. He couldn't turn around. You were directly behind him, staring over his shoulder at his work. Not a single muscle in his body moved, his fingers stilled, his breath paused. Your body heat radiated off of your suit, doing nothing to filter the strong scent of your lust and hunger. Miguel felt your breath hit his neck and felt an urge to cry. He felt pathetic. His ears felt clogged as they began ringing, his heart beating out of his chest.

He heard you laugh silently. "You're scared." You took a single step forward, and your front connected with his back. Miguel was becoming overwhelmed with his emotions. Within the five minutes he had known you, he found out he was so utterly attracted to you, wanted to be your mate, and was so fucking terrified of you all at once. Your scent punched its way up to his brain and made him close his eyes with how pungent it was.

"Don't be scared." His heart dropped as he heard himself breathing again, at quite a rapid pace. "Let it happen." He flinched when your cold fingers, and then your hands, touched around his small waist. You exhaled and stared holes into the side of his face. He still couldn't move.

"You smell so good." His heart leaped at the praise and he found the courage to blink again. But then your lips brushed against his neck and he violently flinched, yelping in fear. You were going to eat him. Your hands tightened painfully around his body when he was about to thrash and he began hyperventilating in fear.

"What did I just say??" Your hot breath hit his ears and your words shattered his mind. Without thinking, he responded. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry." You roll your eyes and step away from him, giving him the space he needed. Immediately, he gulped in as much air as he could. His shoulders relaxed slightly and he finally turned around to face you.

You looked as beautiful as he thought. If not, more. Your broad shoulders, muscular legs, sharp eyes and face. You looked down at his raging hard cock and frowned. "So fucking pathetic." You step closer and firmly grab his chin, his eyes turning the other way to not make eye contact out of fear. "It makes me want to taste you." Your words cause an accidental whimper to slip from his lips.

If Miguel knew that taking that serum was going to do this to him, he would've never became spiderman. He felt like he was going to urinate everywhere, climax in front of you, sweat up a storm, and scream for help all at once. He wanted to crawl underneath your skin and be one with you, but wanted to be far away from you at the same time. He felt a violent pull and push when around you and he felt it deep inside of him. Something inside of him screamed that this was his mate, and he was yours to please, and to do anything for your approval. You bring him light. He never was so conscious about his precious body until you came and threatened to kill him in his work space like you owned him. And maybe you already did. Because he's never felt his heart beat like this, he's never felt so alive. He wants you. He wants you.

You bring your eyes down to those lips. His fangs began to protrude and poke at his bottom lip as a natural reaction to a predator. Anything to stay safe and close to away from you. "I wanna have my fun with you, first." Miguel physically can't respond. He lets the silence build, his tongue heavy and numb. But then you let go and walk off like nothing happened. You haven't spoken ever since. And he's been trying to win your love ever since.

Miguel doesn't remember the last time he's had a real conversation with the rest of the spider community. Because all he's been doing is growling at people like a dog when it's not you. Lyla had to set up an entire other email account for people that want to reach out to Miguel and had Jess answer under the account name whenever she could. If you're not out scaring the spiders just from being there, Miguel is out there purposefully scaring people out of their socks. He wants NO attention on you besides his own, and he makes sure of it. Fuck monitoring the missions, fuck eating, fuck sleeping, and fuck the multiverse(for now), you need tending to.

All of his technology as of right now goes into finding out what you love most and what not to give you. He knows you like homecooked meals, he knows what types of clothes you enjoy wearing besides the typical spider suit, and he knows you love baked goods. He watches your everyday life in your universe and has a visceral reaction when he sees you entertaining men and women that come flocking towards you. You know that he wants you. You know that he loves you and would do anything to win you over. So then why on Earth are you talking to them??

As an attempt to forget about your "playful" disloyalty, Miguel has been making you home-cooked meals every day for your breakfast, lunch, and dinner. If you wanted food anywhere else besides his universe, he'll let you choose the location. If you didn't want food, he'd ask if you wanted anything else. Massage? A hot or cold drink? Tired? Take a break, please. He can bring you to one of the resting rooms meant for healing Spider people who are injured, you get a pass. Don't like how long your mission is taking? He'll do the rest for you. All of his attention is yours. But recently, you haven't been reciprocating his advancements.

"Y/n...?" His heart skips a beat when he realizes you're staring at him like that again. You two were once again all alone in his office and you had him cornered. He looks off to the side to the multiple bags of things he was choosing to give to you that you'd enjoy. You had kicked them off of the platform. Clearly you wanted something else, he just couldn't figure out what. He didn't want to die.

"I'm getting bored."

You advance towards him and he stutters out, "What...? Dios mío, por favor, no me hagas daño. You know I-" "Shut up. Just...shut the fuck up." You sigh and rub your face. He stays still and lets you collect yourself. You wished that the smell of fear coming off of him didn't excite you as much as it did. "Why are you so stupid?"(My god, please don't hurt me.)

Miguel purses his lips. That's usually his line. But it's not like he isn't being stupid. He's like a child, blindly bringing their parent random things in hopes of gaining their approval. "Show me." Miguel blinks and looks up at you, confused. He opens his mouth to speak, but immediately shuts it to consider the possibilities. Do you mean himself? Show himself to you? He closes his eyes and inhales.....your scent. It smells so sweet now. You're trying to calm him. The corners of your lips slowly twist up and he understands.

You make him stand where you were, and you lean back on his work desk where he stood, crossing your arms. "Well?" He doesn't let another word slip out of your mouth and disengages his suit. He watches your eyes glint red and pulls down his (now) tight boxers that covered what you're probably wanting to see most. "No." His hands shoot to his sides and you stand to walk over to him. You stare him up and down, slowly circling him to get a full view.

"Think you can take me?" He nods at your question. "Speak." "Yes, I can take you." You place one hand on his lower back and press the softest kiss onto the crevice of his neck. It tingles with the feeling of your plush lips finally hitting his skin. "I don't know......I've heard about the small human women you've given yourself away to." No one compares to how you make him felt. He was offended that you thought his infatuation with you equated to random women he had with flings with to satiate his desire. He wanted to prove himself. Your nails suddenly feel so close to penetrating his skin, the more you touch him. He hears a churring noise come from your throat. And he tries to stop it in time, but he couldn't help reciprocating the same sound, now erupting out of his throat as well. You smile and bring yourself to stand in front of him again. "Is that what I am to you? A little human girl for you to share your seed with?"

Miguel shakes his head and opens his mouth, yet you interrupt him once more. "Then show me." Miguel's brain goes blank and his body feels light as he allows you to keep him safe to show you what his devotion means. He doesn't know if he'll live to see tomorrow or die blissfully to be your meal for the next few days. All he knows and wants and shall have are the next few hours to be yours completely. Body, mind, and soul in the ways he truly desired.

[alatismeni-theitsa]

There are many things I will never forgive Rick Riordan for but the number 1 (one) thing I will always hold against him is how he treated WWII in the entire series.

To quote the PJO wiki, "[...] World War II, in the books, is described to be a huge fight between the children of Zeus and Poseidon on one side and the children of Hades on the other.

The events of World War II resulted in the pact of the Big Three, because their children were affecting the course of history too much. It was decided more demigod children would be dangerous for the mortal world."

Just. What the fuck. There are so many things that are wrong with this.

There is nothing that he can do to excuse or salvage this. He could rewrite the whole series, I don't give a fuck. This should not have happened in the first place.

I don't care if he wrote the first book in 2005, he was and still is a grown ass man with a high education from what I've read, he has no excuse. WWII has affected millions across the globe with the descendants of all too many families even having to deal with the generational trauma that came from that time period alone AND dealing with heavy deniers of the many atrocities and war crimes that were committed whilst their grandparents and great-grandparents are having hallucinations of all of their traumatic experiences (can you tell i'm speaking from experience?).

Ironically he holds (Ancient) Greece on such a high pedestal, calling it the birthplace of Western Civilisation (it isn't), and yet you can tell he obviously knows very little about the damn country whose culture he's been appropreating for almost two decades now. Making Hades the father of 3 (three) terrible war criminals in the war that, you know, Greece had been and still is greatly affected by to this day. Which is, you know, his fucking home. That he and all the other characters supposedly care about oh so much (I have so many bottled-up negative emotions about these books and absolutely no safe space to let them out, theitsa, you have no idea).

You may think I'm overreacting or taking this too seriously but I honestly couldn't care less. This is not a topic you can just joke about or treat light-heartedly. Yes, it was mentioned as an atrocity in the books, but it was still mainly treated as just "Hehe silly fight between gods! Secret History ooo!~".

Simply saying that WWII was bad is not enough, Rick, it's actually the bare minimum. You need to show it at the very least some respect by not undermining its consequences to simply "This is why we don't have kids anymore!". But you're obviously not ready to hear that yet. It still baffles me that his fans are just now discovering he is not the saint they thought he was. "How could he be a zionist ??" they all ask in unison, meanwhile the signs were all there since 2005 (at the very least).

Anyway, you don't have to answer this ask if you don't feel like it, I understand it can possibly be overwhelming. You're the first person I've seen that's actually not afraid to point out Rick's bullshit despite initially liking his books, and also the fact that you are a Greek educating people on actual Greek culture, so I felt safe sharing my thoughts with you. Thank you for your time! Καλές γιορτές! 💕

You're overreacting, especially when it comes to the World Wars! In ww2 1 in 10 Greeks died in the famine, and almost everyone I know had someone in their family executed or tortured by the Germans/Bulgarians/Italians triple occupation (not to mention getting hurt or killed in battle). These situations traumatized generations of Greeks, but Rick had the immense privilege of not considering this while writing! He treated the wars like they were play-dough for his little cutsy lore, he made our arch-enemies the children of our gods, and he can go to hell for this.

I am here for all the righteous Greek αλάτι, so if you have more thoughts, bring it on!

[a-simply-simping-simp]

Guess who's still crying about Beast? Me! I watched the movie and read the beggining and end of the light novel because I got lazy. Not expecting the end in the movie though. Spoiler drawing ahead and comments btw

Made me so sad. I was going to rant in another post, but I might as well do it here.

So, number one, the sugar cube scene was so adorable I literally cried. I mean it. Like I LITERALLY sobbed.

Number 2, Oda WHYYYYYYYY?! I'M LITERALLY CRYING WHILE TYPING WRITE NOW THINKING ABOUT IT. YOU ARE FRIENDS, YOU ARE, PLEASEEEE. DAZAI'S FACE WHEN HE PULLED THE GUN OUT IN THE BAR AND TOLD HIM NOT TO CALL HIM ODASAKU WAS LIKE A SLAP TO THE FACE.

Number 3, When at the end of the movie, Fyoder was being a little rat and messed everything up, I wanted to vomit out of an array of emotions. I was confused, sad, angry, and just so dang overwhelmed. Like I was ugly crying five seconds ago cuz of Dazai and then this SEWER RAT came and made me confused. I'll get into him in anothe post.

Number 4, In the movie, when Dazai stabbed his leg to show Chuuya his commitment and how much he deserves his trust didn't make sense when I saw it, however, after I recently read the book and watched the play Julius Ceaser, I was like OOOOOOOOH. Dazai immitating Portia and Chuuya Brutus made me just sooo....wow.

Number 5, When it turned out that MORI was the new director I just- absolutley NOT. Do NOT put a pedophile in his perfect Utopia, Dazai WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! Also, I thought he killed him the whole time. Just think about it. A pedophile in an orphanage. You know how if you're being sexually assulted or something, you're supposed to tell a trusted adult like a parentor a teacher? THESE KIDS HAVE NO PARENTS.

Number 6, Chuuya being locked up in that poor governemnt facility broke my heart. Just think about how many people are going to die? Like there is no way Chuuya Nakahara is going to succumb to a bunch of itsy bitsy chains. He' breaking out and killing everyone in there and then the agency. Convince me otherwise.

Number 7, I can't. I'll make an entirely seperate post for Chuuya too, but can we just talk for a second? He went crazy because Dazai committed suicide. He went on a whole rampage and it took 3 special ability resistance units to take him down. This is what happens when there is no Dazai when he uses corruption. But the REASON he went into corruption was just...wow. I always knew they had a complicated relationship but at the same time it was just so simple. Like, they hate eachother, but they also don't. They don't like eachother, but it's not like they don't either. It's not like they complete one another, but it's like one soul in two bodies. They're so simply complicated that if you asked me what their relation was, I'd just say, they're complications. Because in reality, their relationship is just so unexplainable. You need to see it to understand it. There are relationships like lovers, enemys, frenemies, friends, siblings, etc, but they fit into literally no category but they aren't strangers either. This is getting too long, so I'll make a different post about that.

Number 8, Chuuya pleaseeee don'ttttt. There is no need to attack the agency, my guy. He wants to avenge Dazai's death, but what is there to avenge? Dazai did suicide. He wasn't killed. Chuuya was so upset that he wanted to kill all the agency. I just....can't. It's kind of sad. This is also going to be really long if I go on, so I'll make another post about this topic.

Number 9, the way Chuuya just really couldn't understand made me wanna bang my head on the wall in tears. He truly couldn't think of why Dazai did it. He was kind of alright one second and then dead the next. The entire time, you can tell how little Chuuya was incorporated into the script he wrote. The ending for each one was different as the movie had him go insane and be put under governemnt care, while the light novel just left him to do his own thing. However, in both you can see that neither of them ever knew what was going on. Dazai never gave him a reason to why he killed himself. Everyone else seems to be going on like nothing happened or at least as if they know what happened and came to terms with it, but then he knows nothing. He was his bodyguard and right hand man and yet NOTHING. I'll get back to this in another post lol. TvT

So yeah. I cried a lot.

[lilacgaby]

03 | serenity

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he came home with a stupid smile on his face that would not go away.

his every interaction with her would make him smile, she just made him so happy. for so many years just because of her presence in a book she made him smile, having her here now was unreal to him.

because of her, he showed off even more in class. he pushed himself even harder than before just to show off how cool he could be.

she had only been there for about two days now, but she was settling in so perfectly.

she fit right in with the girls, who had quickly realized that [name]'s life in 'serenity' was a sore subject that should be avoided. while [name] didn't have a quirk, because of her fresh perspective on the whole thing, she came up with helpful ideas to help not only the hero course, but general studies as well.

she caught up to the class fast in their academic studies as well, even though aizawa said she could've opted out, she seemed determined to fit in.

she was living up to her reputation in the manga perfectly, but overall she'd still hang with katsuki the most, which he couldn't lie: filled him with pride.

they were back in his dorm again today, playing a board game, the game of life. since nobody really knew who'd win until the end, it was a fun game to play.

"aw no! my babies don't even fit in the car! bye dog.."

"that's just fucked up."

"a mansion or a cabin! i'm picking the mansion, the fuck?"

"you can't afford it."

"...cabin it is."

"okay, i have to sing for you to get my bonus money so listen up.. ahem. okane kasegu, watashi wa sta--"

"stop and i'll pay you."

the game revealed a lot of things about the two of them. one, that katsuki, even though smart, was incredibly impulsive which would usually get the better of him. two, that megan thee stallion existed in serenity. three, that [name] was equally as impulsive, which would lead to her getting overwhelmed easily.

after counting up the money, [name] won. "thank god i won, did you see the amount of kids i had? i needed this win."

"yeah, child support would be beating your ass regardless. so, i think i got out of this the true winner."

"so cruel katsuki." she said, her hand over her heart.

"whatever. anyways, mr aizawa wanted us to go up to U-A again later. so prepare yourself for that."

"right!"

"[name].. can i ask you some shit? you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

she mulled it over. she had been avoiding talking about her world since she arrived, but she knew it'd have to happen eventually.

"yeah, go ahead."

"can you like.. see ghosts or something? because in the recent chapters-"

"yes i can." she cut him off before he sprang into his ramble.

"WHAT? the whole damn time? wow, you just spoiled it for me."

"you asked asshole! and yes i could since i started going to that school, i just never felt the need to mention it."

"can you see any ghosts here?"

"no."

katsuki let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and smiled in relief. "phew, i don't know what i'd do if some fuckfaced ghost was hanging around here."

"yeah, yeah. well, want a rematch?"

"oh you're in for it loser!"

after another successful win for [name] since she took the college route, she let katsuki clean up the game by himself, saying it was "a punishment fit for a loser."

they hung around until meeting aizawa at the appointed time.

they walked into the U-A classroom, this time nezu, allmight, and a couple lesser known heroes were in attendance.

"[name], bakugo, these are the heroes who are going to be on the lookout for that strange man from now on."

[name] bowed respectfully, and forced bakugo down into a bowing position too. "alright, let's begin then with what we know."

aizawa recapped what [name] and bakugo had accounted for that night, however, he had new details to share.

"we have done some digging on the villain, he's dubbed himself '2-D', and mostly commits petty crimes. the worst crime he committed was robbing a bank, where he was caught on camera controlling characters from a superhero comic to clear the way into a vault. if you'd all look at this footage here..."

aizawa played a video on the screen. it showed the same man who had attacked bakugo outside a bank. after a few minutes, he had thrown the book into the air and zapped it with his ability. the same poof that brought forth [name] was shown in the video, except something was different. the characters answered at his beck and call, destroying the quirk-proof glass and robbing the bank easily. the cover of the book was left blank as he used the characters to his will.

notably, once the robbery was finished, 2-D zapped them once again, and put them back into the book, as evident by the way the cover turned back to normal.

"now, this confirms something very important while also showing something quite confusing. 2-D seems to posses the ability to bring the characters back into whichever world he took them out of, which is great news for [name] here. however, why isn't [name] being controlled by 2-D?"

the heroes all looked around the room as they consulted eachother for their thoughts. however, none of them had clear answers or claims on what the cause could be.

"maybe it's because of the type of books he used? [name] is from a romance novel, she doesn't have a fighting ability." bakugo said.

the heroes pondered over it. "that seems like the most logical response for now. however, please all of you, keep a look out for 2-D, and bring them into custody alive and healthy. we need to get [name] home safely."

"thank you all, i apologize for all the trouble."

"no, no don't worry young [name]. we are heroes, this is what we're made for! ha ha ha!" all might said.

"ok.."

bakugo guided her out as they exited. "so, you happy? once they find that idiot you're out of here." he said, failing to hide his bitter  tone.

"well, no, i don't know what i feel now. being here, even for a short while, has been fun. and even when i do leave, ill miss you all. so, cheer up katsuki, it's not like im gone yet."

"right, you're still here." he said, grabbing onto her hand."

"mhm. and when i leave you'll probably be there right?"

"right."

"so, stop being a loser and cheer up! let's go get food together again though, i'm starved."

"right, did you like the place last time?"

"yes! aww, maybe we'll look like a real couple today too."

"cut it out!"

"come on katsuki, i know you like me, i saw all those figures--"

"please die." he said, letting go of her hand and storming off without her.

"wait, come back! i was half-joking! i'm sorry!"

they had eaten at the same spot as they did before, and even managed to get a free couple dessert. katsuki flushed at how embarrassing it was that they shared a heart shaped straw, but he secretly.. was enjoying it.

after they finished up there, he took [name] to the manga shop to show her just how popular she really was. posters, art books, pens, sketchbooks, pencil packs, and.. was that a body pillow? she was everywhere, it was as flattering as it was shocking.

"wow, i'm so famous, huh?"

"yep."

"why's there no books though?" she said, eyeing the empty shelves under the mountains of endless merch she had.

bakugo sighed. "they sell out quick."

"wow! i'm so cool!"

"don't let it get to your head." he said, flicking her forehead.

"ouch!"

when they finally left the store, they admired the sunset. they walked side by side down the path, this time [name] initiating the hand hold as they saw the view. but when she saw the glow of the sun sending its goodbyes, he saw her.

his hands moved before he could process it, softly cradling her face in between his pointer finger and thumb as he turned her gaze towards him.

"katsuki?"

"[name], i--"

he was cut off by his worst enemy. a love interest with such idiotic hair and an even worse personality type, as he ran up behind them and put a hand on [name]'s shoulders.

"[name]?"

bakugo released his gentle hold on her face as he glared holes in the guys head. as she turned, she finally realized who it was.

"...

shinto?"

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[rubendiasthoughts]

Hi ❤ Thank you to the person who suggested I write this ❤ Also, decided to divide this in 2 parts. Hope you enjoy, sending you lots of love ❤

Friends with benefits with Ruben Dias - part 1:

The relationship you had with Ruben was a quite complicated one. The both of you started as friends, but since the beginning there was an undeniable attraction between the two of you. You met him through your best friend, whose boyfriend is also a player for Manchester City. Your best friend was also a reason why you kept spending more and more time with Ruben, as you almost always accompanied her to their games.

Since the day you met Ruben the interactions between the two of you seemed to be quite flirtatious, however for a long time it was nothing more than a playful banter - neither of you brave enough to cross that line. It turned out all you needed was a bit of alcohol in your system to make the both of you feel a bit more brave, a bit more careless. There is no wonder the line was finally crossed on the night the whole Manchester City squad celebrated winning the Premier League trophy.

Your best friend took you along for the night of celebrations, which you didn't mind because it meant you got to have fun and enjoy a nice party with loads of free food and drinks. You were obviously taking advantage of it, but surprisingly so was Ruben, who you knew very well usually wasn't the one to reach for the drinks. At one point of the night Ruben found you sitting at the bar, sipping on a drink and he decided to join you. Your conversation was filled with shameless fliriting until you two decided to go outside and get some fresh air. Ruben stared at you in the dim light of the street lamps, admiring your beauty, pretending to be listening to the story you were just telling him, until he couldn't take it anymore. He pushed you against the brick wall, his lips were on yours in a matter of seconds as your tounges moved against each other. It was all rushed and desperate, the two of you getting a cab and going straight to his place.

The next morning you woke up before he did taking a look around his bedroom as you recalled the events of the previous night. You didn't know what it meant and frankly you were not sure if you were ready for the answer, so before Ruben even woke up you put your clothes on, grabbed all of your belongings and made it out of his apartment. After that eventful night the two of you haven't spoken to each other for few days, neither of you sure what the other one would want to hear. When you finally saw each other again it was at one of his games that you attended with your friend. Seeing you that night made it impossible for him to try and stay away from you any longer, so he decided to text you. You ended up meeting that night and that's how the whole friends with benefits thing started - the both of you agreeing you were not ready for commitment, but still feel overwhelming attraction to each other. You acted according to that deal for a few months, Ruben usually texting you to come over when he was in need of your attention, you would stay the night, but then in the morning it was over and you were going back to your own place.

For a short period of time it seemed to be working out great, but after a while you started to develop feelings for him. What you didn't know was that he felt exactly the same way, neither of you brave enough to confess. So you decided it would be better if you put yourself back out there, maybe find someone new who would make you forget about Ruben, who would make you want to end this stupid arrangement you had with him and that's exactly why, when a guy at your work asked you out, you didn't hesitate for even a second and agreed to have a date with him.

The day of the date has finally come and you were at your apartment getting ready, you just stepped out of the shower when you hear the noise of your phone going off. You checked it and saw a message from Ruben, asking you to come over to his place tonight, so you texted him back saying you have a date and can't make it. You put your phone back on the counter and started brushing your hair and drying it off. After a while you picked your phone up again, expecting to see a message from Ruben saying that it was okay and you will see each other on a different occasion. Surprisingly, you were met with no new messages. However, you didn't have time to think about it, cause your date was getting close and you still had to do your makeup and pick out something to wear. When you were almost ready, only had shoes left to pick out you heard the noise of your door bell. You went to open the door, wondering who could it be, since you and your date agreed to meet at the restaurant. The moment you opened your doors your eyes were met with a tall, well built figure - it was Ruben and he seemed quite irritated, clenching his jaw, an angry look in his eye, he didn't say anything to greet you, quickly walked in and closed the door behind him.

"Hi, what you're doing here?" you were the first to speak up. "I have to leave in few... " Ruben didn't let you finish.

"You dresses up this pretty for him, huh?" he asked you, ignoring your question. He was looking down at you, his eyes drilling into the short dress that left little to the imagination, his arms were crossed over his chest.

"What do you mean? I told you I have a date" you tried to explain yourself, confused by Ruben's attitude.

"No you don't, you are not going anywhere" he said in a stern voice, making you furrow your eyebrows in anger. Who was he to tell you what you could and could not do, you thought to yourself.

"Or what? You flirt with other girls all the time and maybe do other things with them as well and that's ok, huh?" you argued, raising your voice at him. However, he didn't seem impressed with what you had to say at all. He only stood in silence, tilting his head back a little, a stern look in his eye. "Besides you are not the boss of me, Ruben. And you are not my boyfriend either" you spit out. Just when you were ready to open your mouth again, he took few steps closer to you, he wrapped his hand around your neck before you could even react. He squeezed your throat, adding pressure to it as he pushed you on to the wall that was behind you. He pressed his body against yours, his hand still on your neck as he leaned in.

"I think you need to be reminded who you belong to, huh sweet girl?" his hoarse voice sounded in your ear.

[sugarydeceit]

Hi.

I'm going to be speaking about this because I just found out about this so let's get to it.

This was sent to Chaos last night.

I have no idea who sent this but I have a lot of words.

First off

Let's not call people derogatory words in our defense??? Wtf??

I don't know where the whole idea about Chaos grooming his partner came from, but knock that shit off. Those people are weird and copy us and our relationship with our fiance system but Chaos isn't grooming his partner. There just creepy to us.

I don't appreciate someone bringing up the fact that he has an abusive mother or whatever. We have an abusive mom too dude. Don't use that again someone.

WITH ALL OF THAT SAID

The reason that this was sent is actually something that pisses me off.

Chaos, knowing that sugar was basically harassed for a month or two over his assault, is celebrating the fact that he was pushed into turning anonymous messages off.

So let's see what he was celebrating!

Chaos.

You are

An actual piece of shit for this.

Hey. Dude. Wake up and smell the coffee. It's not about you. It's actually because our fiance encouraged us BEGGED US to turn them off for sugars well being Emotionally. VEX IS THE ONE THAT LITERALLY SAT HIM DOWN FOR IT.

I've kept my mouth shut about you mostly but I think I draw a line at this. Celebrating the fact that someone was literally harassed while they were suicidal to the point they had to turn off anonymous messages that their partner was DESDLY WORRIED is where I FUCKING SAY SOMETHIN

I also wanted to point out that I don't approve of whatever the *hell* was sent to him last night. I understand they were angry though and why. I don't approve of what was said but I understand the anger cuz yeah

I am too.

The only person that sent anything vile was that one very concerning message that was so horrific about sugar being suicidal, and it was so bad that he didn't even notice it was sent to him. VEX DID. Vex pointed it out. Because sugar was SO DISSOCIATED from the cortisol of being suicidal that it literally slipped by him when he was showing the anonymous messages. He was overwhelmed by the positivity and the kindness that he literally couldn't even physically bring himself to answer anything.

But celebrating this? Fucked.

I've taken a lot of BULLSHIT from chaos. But celebrating the fact someone was bullied into turning anonymous messages off by being told to commit suicide and he's a slut and get raped and shit??? It's not about you. IT WAS NEVER about you.

It's about people weaponizing his SA against him . Something you perpetuated. And continue to. I'm disgusted and I'm honestly beyond words that you're celebrating this kind of thing. Not one single person actually went to us in criticism of us. Not a single anonymous message or otherwise was sent to us SUPPORTING YOU FOR YOUR BEHAVIOR. everything was sent out of concern for him. DM and anonymous.

You need to get the fuck off that high horse before the horse bucks your ass off.

You need to step off. Because you can't excuse tbis shit. Not when it's public that this is the shit he's been sent. Making it about you and your little complex about the situation is actually INCREDIBLY fucked up.

Making it about you and your little complex about the situation is actually INCREDIBLY fucked up.

Sugar was suicidal because he relieved his rape. Because of you. And I have that on fucking authority and witness account. You made him breakdown screaming and crying in tears on Discord. Please get your head out of your ass before the shit smell becomes your oxygen.

[valkresdarkside]

Some nsfw drabbles I wrote while working, a build-up chapter for one of my Blewd ideas but the one getting lewded in this part is Dusty so beware 🙏

And for the terms here, I borrowed some TF fandom's terms and changed it slightly.

Coremate would be the equivalent of sparkmate in TF, where two sparks/cores are permanently connected through a special form of bond as a sign that they're having a committed romantic relationship. It allows two vehicles to send their feelings, thoughts, memories, etc through their bond, and they can block their own sides to prevent anything from their part to surge through the bond. Losing a coremate would cause intense pain for the partner, since their cores are practically one, and it often leads to death.

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It had been a week since Dusty had gone missing. Blade landed on the Lodge's helipad to meet a tired-looking Corsair.

"Any news?" the helo asked as he rolled closer. The warbird shook his front weakly. He hadn't slept at all since the ex-cropduster went missing in the middle of a race through the Atlantic ocean, searching for the air tractor without any rest. He's only here now because the Jolly Wrenches ensured him that they'd help with the search mission, and that consulting Dusty's coremate and other mentor—Blade Ranger—would be a good idea.

To be honest, Blade wasn't doing that well either. He couldn't get through his and Dusty's bond connection. Dusty got his side blocked and silenced as Blade kept sending pulses of concern, sadness, and questions of his whereabouts. It was like...

It was like Dusty didn't want to be found at all.

On the positive side, the bond was still there, which means that the air racer was still alive. That much, Blade can promise the Corsair.

Blade sat there as he nudged a can of oil towards the Corsair. "You need to eat."

Hesitantly, Skipper accepted the oil, only taking small sips as he felt sick in the stomach.

"I'll arrange for your stay until Dusty returns."

***

"You've got a mail!" Maru waved a sheet of paper when the fire chief rolled into the main hangar. Blade raised an eyelid. He barely knows anyone who'd send things to him, let alone personal mails.

Maybe it was from Dusty?

He rolled into his own quarters before opening the mail with his teeth.

"September 10th. 1800. 44.1374773, -124.1281372. Tell no one if you don't want the plane to get hurt."

***

Against his better judgement, Blade complied to the letter. He found himself landing near an old lighthouse, hours away from Piston Peak. He didn't tell anyone about this, even when he asked Windlifter to take his place in the command chain.

He pushed the lighthouse's door open.

"Ah, there you are."

A small Cessna was parking herself inside. She looked completely harmless, and there was no signs of Dusty.

"He's not here," she chuckled, as if she could read Blade's mind. "I'll take you to him."

She pushed a button on the wall and a door to the basement opened. She nudged Blade, telling him to go inside.

So he did.

After several minutes of rolling down the path, he was greeted by a sight that made his core ache and filled with rage.

Dusty was there, covered with scars and cuts. He had his left wing snapped off as his right one was heavily damaged. His eyes were shut in pain as a black AW101 was mounting him, forcing himself into the small plane's valve, while several other aircrafts nibbled and licked his damaged frame. Dusty's sobs and cries of pain echoed in the room.

Blade didn't think at all as he rammed his own body against the H155 who was licking Dusty's canopy.

"GET OFF MY PARTNER!" he roared.

Dusty's eyes snapped open in horror as he heard a voice he recognized. "Blade?! No, no, no, please, get out of here!"

Blade shot Dusty a confused look before stancing himself to ram against the AW101. "As if I'd leave you."

"They're after you! Please, just go!" Dusty begged as he opened his side of the bond. Blade's core skipped a beat as the connection was filled with overwhelming mixed pulses.

Then something hit him, pushing him back several meters, and he gasped as something heavy pushed him onto the ground. His landing gears snapped off due to the immense weight, and he hissed in pain. But his fight wasn't done yet, and he activated his rotor. The aircraft above him groaned in pain before they bit into the main rotor forcefully and ripped it off.

Blade's audial nodes could barely register Dusty's screams as they became filled with ringing noises. He slowly felt himself losing consciousness.

Not yet... Please... I need to save him...

Then the world turned pitch black.

***

Blade could hear pained sobs. He opened his eyes slowly, eyes blurry and audial nodes barely activated.

His gaze met Dusty's teary eyes. The airtractor was pinned under a Sea Stallion as the much bigger helo released his seed into the poor plane's valve, filling his hopper with the sticky liquid. His side of the bond was filled with pain and fear.

Blade tried to move, only to find that he's stuck there, without his landing gears nor rotor. He could only watch in terror helplessly as the bigger helo pulled himself out of his coremate's swollen valve, dripping as his hopper's capacity had long met its limit.

"Stop... this..." Blade hissed, his frames still hurting from the previous assault. "Don't hurt him..."

He attempted to soothe Dusty by sending comforting pulses through his bonds, trying to not let any negative feelings of his get through the connection.

Share some of your pain with me. Please.

Dusty stared at him hesitantly. Blade forced a smile, trying to act tough.

Then the pain hit him like a truck. He hissed as he could feel everything—the scrapes, the torn wings, the filled tank, the bruised valve...

He swore to himself that he'd kill every single vehicles that did this to his mate.

He kept sending reassurance through the bonds, and the effects started to get visible. The sobbing had quieted down. Dusty closed his eyes, not from the pain, but from the warmth that enveloped his core.

The Stallion seemed to notice this. He bit on Dusty's remaining wing—hard enough to receive responses from both captured aircrafts as Blade could feel it through the bond.

"Interesting..." he smirked mischievously. "You guys are bonded, huh?"

"None of your business," Blade snapped.

Chuckling, the Sea Stallion shook his front before smirking again. "Good, that just means I can use more methods to make you suffer, Blazin' Blade."

Blade glared at the nickname. This helo knows about him? "Don't you dare touch him."

"Oh, we may have a problem with that request. First, I've touched him, lots of times, both his outer panels and insides..." the Stallion hummed as he licked Dusty's shaking tail. "Second, he's a great toy and I might keep him for myself."

Dusty sobbed as the captor covered him with licks and bites. His body was visibly shaking with fear, and Blade couldn't do anything but trying to help him mentally through their connection.

Then the Stallion mounted Dusty again before forcing himself into the plane's valve, adding more bruises and scrapes in his tunnel.

Dusty cried. Blade hissed. Both felt the pain of having the helo's huge dick impaling the smaller plane's tanks. Dusty quickly blocked his side of the bond, not wanting to give the sadist what he wanted—Blade's pained reactions.

Blade gasped at the absence of the connection. "Don't—"

Dusty screamed as the previously lessened pain doubled, having no one to share the pain with. His eyes were shut, tears flowed out of his windshield.

"Stop it!" Blade begged, having enough of the sight. "I'll take his place, just, don't hurt him anymore!"

Then the Stallion stopped, his gaze piercing at Blade's desperate eyes. Dusty screamed "don't"s repeatedly below him, yet those pleads had gone unnoticed as the huge helo grinned, revealing his sharp teeth.

That was exactly what he wanted.

[chacusha]

I *think* enough time has passed that I can talk about this, but one of the weirdest interactions I've had with a stranger on Tumblr.com was when I posted my thoughts on Kingdom Hearts 3's ending and was asked to tag my post with Sokai (Sora/Kairi) for blocking purposes. I did end up tagging it as a courtesy but to be honest, I didn't really feel right about it or know what to say in response because like... I don't actually ship Sora/Kairi??? And nothing in my post was written with a romantic read in mind... (By "not shipping" here I mean I really have no preference between Sora & Kairi as a platonic friendship vs. Sora/Kairi as a romantic relationship, or maybe even have a slight preference for platonic Sora & Kairi/more interest in the friendship between them than a romance between them, and my post very much reflected that preference (in my opinion).)

So it felt really wrong and dishonest to tag it as Sokai because in my post, I was talking about Sora and Kairi's relationship in a platonic way, but I also couldn't say that either because, to anyone outside the Kingdom Hearts fandom, it's really hard to explain why "These two characters get separated while a song literally about getting engaged is playing in the background and that made me have FEELINGS" was meant in a platonic way. (But it was.) Like, if you haven't played the Kingdom Hearts games and don't know about their themes, that sounds like an INSANE thing to say, but I swear it makes sense if you have even a passing familiarity with what these games are like.

Anyway, I get that if someone doesn't like Sora/Kairi, me gushing about having feelings about them while "Don't Think Twice"/"Chikai" plays in the background is something they'd want to be warned about so fair enough. But at the same time, I think it was the only request I've ever gotten to add a tag to my post, and it just left me like "??? But... but... I don't even ship it??"

(Also, I just have a lot of feelings about the songs "Don't Think Twice" and "Chikai" in general because they're both about someone wanting to get married but the tone is completely different while the melody is the same. One (lyrics) feels to me like someone suddenly realizing they want to spend their life with someone and that's a fresh, overwhelming feeling, while the other (lyrics) feels like someone pleading with someone to commit, to realize that what they have is the real deal. You can do that with the same melody, the same theme, and in some places even the same lyrics. Wow, bilingual songwriting! Wow!!)