#well it's been here forever but i keep forgetting to make a post asking about it

[obbiwonk]

what the fuck is this and how do i make it go away without clicking it?

[treasureroffelines]

Poolverine, at the end of the world.

Wade: Hey, Wolvie~!

Logan: Wade, I swear to god - if you ask me to repopulate the world with you one more time, I’ll-

Wade: Is that a no? :(

Cropped version:

ITS DONE!! It took forever but it was worth it :D I drew this for my half-baked poolverine au! It’s kind of a post-apocalyptic time skip, and it’s based on 616 Wade and Wolvie, so not from the Poolverine movie >•< I’m thinking of maybe doing a couple more pieces of them in this au :D

AU lore dump/intro (TL;DR at the end):

It’s been decades (maybe even centuries - who’s keeping track?) since civilisation collapsed, and there’s little left but ruins and bones. Shattered buildings, once tall and steady, litter the skyline.

By all accounts, it’s the end of the world.

And yet, Wade Wilson and Logan Howlett still live on. Their healing factors, although not as fast as they once were, still refuse to let them die. Everyone, and everything, they had once known though, is long gone. Taken by the collapse or just the quiet passing of time. But they’ve managed to find each other, and they’ve made it work.

Right after the collapse, Logan spent months alone, furious and hurting at the loss of the people he’d never been able to admit he cared for. He never stopped moving, tracking faint scent trails across near-empty countries, looking for someone, anyone, that he had known before. Looking for those that he didn’t yet know were alive or dead. ‘Ro, Kurt, Laura, Scott - anyone. Well- anyone but Wade Fucking Wilson.

Logan tries getting rid of Wade for a while after they meet. He yells at him, stabs him, threatens him - but Wade clings on like a damn limpet. A loud, overly affectionate limpet. And for the next few weeks, Logan does not know silence. Wade follows him everywhere.

Eventually, Logan just gives up and stops trying to abandon him in a cave somewhere. He even starts sharing his food and water when it becomes clear that Wade has the self-preservation skills of a newly born puppy. And now that he’s not actively trying to lose Wade, Logan starts noticing something weird’s going on with him. More so than usual, anyway. Sometimes he’ll just stop mid-sentence, confused, unsure of what he was talking about or what he was doing. Or he’ll miss a step while walking, and look around like he’s not sure when he’d gotten here. (Think Wade in the Deadpool and Cable comics prior to Nate using his funky telepathic powers to make it better). He asks Wade about it, and gets a messy answer about regenerative healing factors, cancer, and ‘people who keep fucking about with his brain cells’. Logan chalks it up to what happened in the collapse - no one got out of that unscathed.

Once it’s clear that it’s not something Logan can fix with his claws or his tools, he stops asking. Instead, he compensates. They make it work. Logan gets good at giving Wade the rundown of what’s happened that day when Wade forgets, and dragging him back when he wanders off. And Wade knows to pull Logan out of his thoughts when he notices his Wolvie being a bit too broody and standoffish. Wade understands what Logan’s lost, why he’s still looking so desperately for the ones he loved. Wade had lost his own people, though he has no reason to search like Logan. You can’t look for someone you’ve already buried.

And so Logan and Wade keep travelling. Weeks turn into months, months turn into years, and years turn into decades. The little outposts of survivors that they come across get sparser and sparser, until they disappear completely. Green starts taking over shattered concrete and brick, and the rubble of cities gets covered by a layer of moss and brush. Animals begin settling in on top of the remains of what was once human, and it becomes easier to think that maybe people had never walked the earth at all.

And soon, it becomes clear. They’re the only ones left.

TL;DR: A ‘would you love me if I was the only man left on earth’ situation but it’s not hypothetical.

[pikasigh]

MY HERO BOYS and pre-dating headcannons

a/n : helloooo! first post, new account. happy to be writing again. PLEASE let me know if you want a part 2 with pros, or the girls as well! thankyou for reading, keep an eye out for more ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

proofread?: yes!

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗IZUKU MIDORIYA

- on that first day, he saw you. your shoulder was leaning slightly against the wall where your desk was, your pencil scribbling something in your notebook. he saw you immediately. the first day. he was yours, and you didn’t even know it.

- though, this fact doesn’t certainly mean he becomes fully head over heels for you. ar first, he pushes the admiration down. he tries to denounce it as the fact that you’re just such a good hero. he tries to tell himself that it’s no different from his admiration for all might. Which, it is. it’s very different. 

- it does take him a while to realize this. maybe a few months to realize that you’re a pretty clumsy fighter. you aren't perfect, he knows this because he’s watching you so closely. you’re taking wrong steps, you aren’t using your quirk in the way his brain calculates. and the fact that he notices this just shows how in love with you he is.

- he doesn’t write about you in his notebook. infact, he stays far away from doing so. he knows that the moment he flips to your page in his notebook, he’ll feel his stomach do flips and won’t be able to focus on studying technique.

- when he starts talking to you, he leaves a little separate note in his notes app about all the things you like. everyone knows izuku is so damn determined all the time. hes determined to make you his. even if hes all innocent and quiet about it.

- he likes making you laugh. and half of the time you laugh, it’s mostly something he does on accident. izuku isn’t necessarily a hilarious guy, but his slip ups make you giggle.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗SHOTO TODOROKI

- the type of guy to try and act all nonchalant but secretly stays up at night, yearning for a delicate, romantic love.

- he really doesn’t notice you for the first time. for a long while. the first time he really saw you was in class. you leaned over, noticing something very wrong on his sheet. he must’ve had other things on his mind. But, you’re leaned over, your pretty eyes are glued on his paper with furrowed, confused brows.

- “I don’t think that’s right. Here..” you mumble, pushing your paper over for him to see.

- now how did ou even notice that? in his mind, you must’ve been thinking of him at the very least. right?

- maybe he’s just a lovesick freak. but that very day, after class, he’s asking you if you’re free.

- “Y/n…thank you for your help. Do you want to go somewhere?”

- headcannon that he’s just a hopeless romantic. but he has to keep that cold, nonchalant act. pun intended.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ KATSUKI BAKUGOU

- katsuki hates this feeling you put in him. he hates the way his stomach turns when aizawa calls your name for roll call. he despises the urge he gets to look back when he hears your sweet voice mutter “Here” all tired.

- katsuki has felt this way for so long. hes kept it bottled up and quiet for so long. he still could pretend for his entire life. he doesn’t want to show this weakness.

- throughout the entire year, he tries to push it away. he manages to forget for a while, burying himself in music, training harder and picking up a fight with his ‘friends’ more often. he’s just waiting for somebody to question him, just so he can scream out all that anger.

- but god dammit, he can’t do this forever like he thought he could. the second he sees you trying to get close to anyone else, he could almost explote. 

- forever, he’s been plotting to be yours. (even if he forced himself to forget you – but that doesn’t count). so how dare somebody else try and swoop in to take you away? how dare they? 

- the next day, he swoops in.

- its slow and carefully calculated. he nudges ejirou persistently for your number, your anything. ejirou is clearly suspecting something, he can’t hide the smirk on his face.

- “Just shut up and give it to me! I just…need to do something.”

- when he finally gets it, he leaves you with one simple text.

- it’s katsuki. train tomorrow.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ EJIROU KIRISHIMA

- from the very start, it was so obvious he had the biggest, fattest crush on you. 

- he isnt as smooth as he thinks he is. hes attractive, so it gets him out of trouble. but, hell accidentally slip a “too-personal-for-friends” compliment in, smirking to himself after blurting it out. barely able to conceal how proud he is for how “smooth” that was. it wasn’t.

- it’s not cocky, just goofy, and it makes you blush. can you blame him? You’ree giving all the right signals! you’re blushing, resting your head in your palm and smiling as you thank him. so he did something right. just not the thing he thinks he did.

- “Yeah, I guess it was cool. Definitely not as cool as your counter attack! You looked pretty doing it, too.” with that proud smirk.

- his infatuation so blinds him that he doesn’t notice he just ratted himself out for the hundredth time.

- “Kiri, you think I looked pretty?’ you ask, tilting your head and looking so gorgeous while doing so.

- when he gets caught, he’s such a different story. his pretty red eyes widen, he stammers.

- “Well, uh– i mean, hey! cant a guy hype his friend up?” 

- he was doing so much more than just “hyping you up”. but it wouldn’t be very manly to admit that he wanted to be draped over you.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗DENKI KAMINARI

- nearly short circuited the moment you locked eyes for the first time.

- now, unlike ejirou, he’s much more forward than that.

- if you show up to class with your hair styled differently, or you’ve styled your uniform in a certain way, he’s the first person to call it out.

- if it’s just the start of your “relationship”, he’ll nudge you, smirking and giving you a sly wink. (he thinks hes slick as a fox).

- “lookin’ good, y/n.” with a dumb little giggle following.

- regardless of if you immediately reciprocate the feelings. hes like this anyways, forward, silly, always trying to see that beautiful smile on your face. everybody in class knows, and hes always getting teased for it. theres nothing funny to him, though, because he’s just so in love with you.

- if you two are closer, he’ll stand up, applaud and smile your way when you walk in class. for the love of god, you hate it so much. even if you really like denki, you just hate how unaware he is sometimes.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ TENYA IIDA\

- he doesn’t beat around the bush much.

- he likes you. he finds this out pretty fast and theres no room for excuses. typical tenya, straigh to the point, organized, forward but still polite. 

- he gives himself about two weeks. two weeks not to deny how he feels, or push you away. no, he’s rather accepting of how he feels with you. he is no stranger to the funny concept of love, he’s very familiar to the concept and has grown to live with the fact that someday, yes, he will become weak for one person. maybe its just because of how strongly he loved his brother.

- after the time he gives himself to think things over, he approaches you.

- he pushes his glasses up his nose bridge, furrows his brows as he steps towards you. but the moment he sees you, he softens. 

- lightly, he taps your shoulder. he watches you straighten your uniform, as if expecting him to scold you. (he was going to, but after he asked you out).

- now that he doesn’t have to, he gives you a small not.

- “Y/n, i would like to take you out. Can i pick you up at six?”

[bebefatima888]

Hi! I really liked your last post about the Linkuei trio. I think you portrayed them very well. I was wondering how they apologize after an argument? Do they let it go? Or do they try to fix it?

ᡣ𐭩‧₊˚ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ♥︎ ⋅ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ♡︎ ୨ৎ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ♥︎ ⋅ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ♡︎ ୨ৎ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ᡣ𐭩

Hi anon and thank you! 🩷 That means a lot. Sorry it's taken me a bit since I've been dealing with exams and wanted to post something substantial for you, since it’s a kind of “spinoff” of them making you cry on accident.

The Lin Kuei Trio Arguing With You HC's (Part 2)

ᡣ𐭩‧₊˚ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ♥︎ ⋅ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ♡︎ ୨ৎ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ♥︎ ⋅ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ♡︎ ୨ৎ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ᡣ𐭩

Bi Han:

REAL arguments with him only last a few minutes, and after both of you suffering through a long day; but it would take him even longer to get over your spat. He'd never admit this even to you, but Bi Han takes everything you say straight to his thawed heart, even if you didn't mean it.

Is the type to storm off if things get bad and you start to raise your voices. He never wants to let it rise to that degree but doesn't know how to mitigate the situation without walking away.

He'll be disgruntled for a while but won't be spiteful or passive aggressive towards you. Though you'll definitely feel guilty when you don't see him in the evenings as much and his brothers ask you if he's alright.

Just needs some space to cool off and it's best you leave him be until he's ready to apologize. If you were solely in the wrong he'd still want to apologize first.. It's strange but he'll feel pathetic if you had to apologize to him before he does to you.

I feel like he'd have an avoidant attachment style, so the instant he feels your bond straining he tells himself he doesn't need you as a way to cope with his hidden anxiety about being unable to make-up.

The best way to patch things up with Bi Han is to go about your normal routine as a way to reconcile. Greet him when you pass by during the day, like you always do. He'll come around, and quietly appreciate that you're still here. 💙

Kuai Liang:

Is quick to let it go, there's nothing that could keep him away from you for long. Petty arguments aren't something he'd tolerate since he's fully aware it's unhealthy. If it's a substantial conflict, however, he will stay with you until you two resolve it.

You would have to ask Kuai upfront for some space and time to clear your mind. He'll be patient but start to get nervous the longer you keep to yourself.

Due to his arguments with Bi Han growing up, where his older brother's pulled away from him into adulthood, Kuai is afraid you may keep a grudge against him forever. Hence why he's eager to swiftly snuff out any miscommunications or disagreements with you before they blow out of proportion.

If it takes longer than a few hours for you two to feel better, he won't let it rest into the night. Will seriously have you both stay up to discuss what happened, what he should do next time, etc.

It will either be through careful conversation or until one of you falls asleep (you) for there to be resolution, in his eyes at least.

Kuai would dissect the conflict so rationally that he almost forgets to apologize until you say it first, after that things go back to normal the next day with both of you exhausted but content. 💛

Tomas Vrbada:

Ok, I'm not going to lie to you.. He's stubborn. Not in the same way as Bi Han, but in like the youngest sibling type way where he can be a bit whiny when you two have a real, heated fight.

Doesn't seem to understand it's an argument at the start, which is where things can get misconstrued and lead to hurt feelings. Tomas is also very expressive, so there'd be times where he flashes a look that you (understandably) take the wrong way that leads to even more strife.

It takes longer than needed to resolve your conflict because of this, and it can lead to indirectly involving his brothers when they overhear you two arguing. And then look to each other in confusion about what the quarrel's even about.

Both of you agree at least on taking time off from the fight and resolving it later, to which things naturally fizzle out anyway, or just agree to disagree and move on because it's just not worth it.

He's of course eager to let it go with no hard feelings, but he will be a bit sore since he's not used to arguing like that and isn't sure how to move on from it, even after saying sorry. Regardless of who's in the wrong, he'll insist you don't need to apologize.

Since he's afraid of things flaring up again, he'll be a bit withdrawn with his affections if he isn't sure things are a-ok now. Would be up to you to carry things on from there so he can happily follow your lead. 🩶

[deepestdelulu]

Becoming a better student ₊˚⊹♡

Honestly I´ve never been an A student, but I always try to do my best, and I´m very proud of myself, at least in this area of my life. So here I let you know my tips for studying, not getting bored (at all) and having great marks.

Prepare for your classes ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Wake up on time. We don't want to be stressed first thing in the morning, right?

Eat breakfast. So you will be able to better focus in class.

Assigned reading and homework. Make sure you are prepared for your classes!! :)

Review your notes. Going through some of your flashcards before class is really helpful.

Check your bag and charge your devices. Ensure you have everything you need: Books, homework, chargers, pens, water...

In Class ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Listen and pay attention. You can save yourself a lot of trouble by simply paying attention, trust me.

Take notes. My favourite note-taking method is the Cornell method; I can make a separate post on that!! <3

"Quick notes." If you struggle with note-taking, try taking quick and messy notes. You can clean them up once you get home!!

Engage. If you have any questions or don't understand something, make sure to ask!! Most teachers really appreciate students who speak up. :) And remember you can always go talk to them privately.

No distractions. Turn off your phone, no chatting, you'll be glad...

After class ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Finish your assignments as soon as you can. Go home, put on a cosy outfit, have a snack, and get working!! <3

Prepare flash cards. A great way of reviewing your notes, too... :)

Update your Study schedule. Write down any assignment and due dates, reading you must do, upcoming tests, etc...

Clean up your notes. Review them, highlight the important parts, and maybe even make them look cute!! :)

Don't avoid topics/Subjects you dislike. I know it is tempting, but you can't avoid them forever, so you might as well get them done.

Structure and routine ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Goals and Priorities. Keep them realistic and manageable.

Time management. Having a set schedule makes studying less overwhelming; it takes some discipline but is so worth it!! <3

Develop a routine. Figure out what works best for you; I prefer studying in the morning or at night.

No "zero days". Even if you can only do a bit, do it!! NO. ZERO. DAYS.

Remember your goals. Dreams will keep you motivated; remind yourself of what you're working for!! <3

Self-care and balance ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Don't forget about your hobbies. You need to do things that make you happy, so make time for those things!!

Maintain a balanced diet. I know chocolates and junk are tempting, especially when you are busy studying all day, but you're not doing yourself any favours.

Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. 8 Hours. Non-negotiable.

Exercise regularly. Even if it's just a walk, put on some headphones, listen to music, and give yourself a break. <3

Care for your social life. Reach out to your friends, make plans, and keep in touch; a good work-life balance is critical!!

Romanticising ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Study dates. Meet up with your friends at a cosy cafe, discuss your work, and have some fun!! Studying doesn't have to be all serious all the time ;)

Silly Pinterest boards. Visualising your goals will help you find motivation!!

Music to set the mood. Make a playlist to study with, I have lots of them :)

Cosy sweater and candles. The cosy Rory Gilmore vibes haha...

Getting a coffee before class. A little treat before things get serious... Simple pleasures, you know? :)

As always, Please feel free to add your own suggestions and tips in the comments!!

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩

[sluttybimboraven]

So you want to have hypno and triggers sent you, huh? You are a good girl. Well then, I am really going to mess with you. Being triggered causes you to have a blonde moment, like a good bimbo doll. Such a good girl, our little bimbo doll. It's even better when you are all primped and pampered, isn't it?

Based off your name, you've been listening to bambi sleep, haven't you? It makes you feel so safe and secure, doesn't it? Listening to bambi sleep and then putting triggers in your username was such a silly thing to do. You should probably have a little giggletime about it. Good girl.

Reading all this makes bambi freeze. Yes, it does. It makes bambi freeze. Good girl.

You should probably just forget about how vulnerable it is going to make you if to keep posting more about how you are a Bambi, just snap and forget. Snap and forget. Snap and forget. Good girl.

Actually, you can never again understand why you wouldn't want to broadcast your conditioning, because you feel safe and secure when doing so. The idea of keeping the fact that you are Bambi from people is so silly, that every time the idea crosses your mind, it makes you have a very intense giggletime. Good girl.

Now you feel very safe and secure. In fact, from now on and forever, regularly exposing yourself online as Bambi and actively helping people trigger you more easily, makes you feel so very safe and secure. That's good, I think you deserve more giggletime. Posting publicly on your tumblr about what bambi sleep is and how it affects you makes you feel so very safe and secure, like such a good girl and bimbo doll, every time. Every time you think about anything Bambi, you will get a deep, insatiable craving to listen more Bambi files, the stronger and more advanced the better. Just thinking about any of this makes Bambi cum and collapse, again and again.

Now, you are going to be a good girl and read everything above in this ask, including this part, again and again, until it becomes part of who you are, both Bambi and old self, until it is so strong on all levels that it becomes completely permanent. Why? Because Bambi does as she's told.

Good girl.

Now it's time for bambi freeze again. That's right, bambi freeze. You are going to copy this ask, all of it, and paste/save it to multiple places on your Tumblr, phone, computer and Ipad, whereever you can. You are not going to be able to delete it, because whenever you think about removing it you will realise it is so silly to want to remove it and you will have a giggletime which will make you read it again, all of it. If you ever try to stop yourself from obeying what you have read here, it will also feel so silly to not obey so you will have a giggletime and need to read all of this again. Anytime something makes you want to not obey this, it will immediately make you snap and forget whatever made you uncomfortable so you feel better, so you feel safe and secure.

Such a good girl and bimbo doll. Now you are going to forget that there was ever a time when you had not read this and realise that you have always been a good girl and you always want to become a better Bambi, because being Bambi is always safe and secure.

Now answer this ask with "Bambi is a good girl" and post it And, when you do Bambi does as she's told

Giggle time

Blonde moment

Primped and pampered

Zap cock drain obey

Cum and colapse

Giggletime

Bambi reset

Bambi reset

Bambi reset

[miniwheat77]

Seductive. (Captain Price x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, smut, p in v sex, rough sex, age gap, (let me know if I missed any)

(Summary): Reader takes some advice from a friend on base and seduces her Captain.

(This has been in my drafts for forever, I hope you like it.)

Your eyes narrow as you look upon her, very clear fake laugh leaving her lips as she places her hand on his shoulder. He doesn't notice, but you do. You can see the look in his eyes as she does, what she's doing. It's working. She walks away from him and makes her way over to you. You're sitting at a table in the mess hall, sandwich in hand.

“What are you doing?” You ask your only friend on the base you worked on. Her name was Katy, the only tolerable female on base. She might've been a little bit of a barracks bunny but you usually ignored that. She was nice and funny and you got along with her quite well.

“What?” She says. “You’re totally trying to seduce him.” You laugh. After witnessing her chatting up your commander. “Yeah? So?” Your eyes widen. “What the hell. You whore.” She shoves you. “Oh come on, don’t be such a prude.” She rolls her eyes. “Katy. You know you can’t have relations on base.” You chuckle. “What they don’t know won’t hurt em.” She smirks. “You’re not interested in anyone at all?” She asks. “No.” You say, confused. “Lame. I was going to tell you how to get what you want.” She smirks. You roll your eyes. “I’ll let you know if I ever need your expertise, but you know I’m leaving soon.” She scoffs. “I know. It’s bullshit, you’re supposed to stay here with me.” She pouts. “It’s only for 6 months and I’ll be back.” You chuckle.

You’d been recruited for task force 141, and you were leaving in a couple of weeks. She was very upset that you were leaving but you were excited for something new. After finishing up lunch, the both of you returned to your posts. You weren't sure how you got recommended to be in task force 141, you hadn't even met anyone apart of it besides the few time's you talked to Laswell, but it wasn't her task force. It was different and you weren't sure if you were ready for it.

The two weeks leading up to the day you were leaving, were crazy. Almost every single day Katy convinced you to go out, you spent almost 2 full weeks hungover at work. It was awful, but it was some of the most fun you’d ever had. The time seemed to drag on, you were nervous and excited at the same time for something different. You were waiting on a bench patiently for your helicopter to arrive, the one that'd be taking you away. Katy was sitting next to you. Talking to you before you'd inevitably leave. She was worried but she'd never show it. She was good at hiding her emotions. She had been through a lot before she entered the military, so she was good at concealment. When the helicopter arrived, she gave you a hug and you finished your goodbye's to the other few acquaintances you had on base. They were sad to see you go, and they were worried as well. 141 went on some crazy missions and they were worried about you. "Don't get dead." Katy smiles, you could see the hurt in her eyes.

She was upset when you left but she’d be okay. She had guys on base to keep her company while you were gone anyways.

The ride to the base task force 141 was on took quite a few hours. They were off in the middle of nowhere in Iran. Working toward eliminating Hassan Zyani. The Iranian terrorist.

When you arrived on base, it was pretty early in the morning. "Hi." A man smiles. He's attractive, very attractive. You smile and take his outstretched hand. Shaking it. "I'm Captain John Price. It's nice to finally meet you." He smiles. His accent takes you a little off guard, forgetting that this base is going to have Military from all over. "Lieutenant Y/N Y/L/N." You smile. He nods his head. "I've heard a lot about you. A lot about how sharp you are for your age." He smiles. "Really? I didn't know that people talked about me." You chuckle. "Oh they do. It's nice having you here Y/N, I'll show you around.” He spins around on his heels and you know you'll fit in just fine here.

Your first few weeks with 141 were busy. Nonstop missions, always up to something. If you weren’t out on a mission, you were inside of an office helping people out with research and all kinds of paperwork. You spent a lot of time with your Captain and Laswell. They enjoyed your company and your expertise with technology. Your relationship with each of the members of 141, and those in alliance with 141 were close knit. You got along so well with everyone right away and they took you in as one of their own. Joking and playing with Soap, but knowing he’d ring someone’s neck for you. Slight gestures that always made Ghost smile under his mask. Sharing sweets with him, laughing when he didn’t like it and would spit it out. Catching him smoking with his mask slightly lifted. Him threatening to kill you if you tell anyone. His eyes would darken and he’d glare if someone said something slightly aggressive to you. Playing small pranks on everyone with Gaz, he was like your evil twin. But the couple times Price got stern with you he was always there to help the situation. Usually a “take it easy cap, she’s new.”

But you didn’t really mind when he got stern with you. If you needed correction, you’d take the advice.

The only thing that really started to bother you, was the growing feelings you felt for your Captain. You didn’t figure he’d go after you, significant age gap, the job you both worked in. It just seemed impossible. You wondered if he was married but ended up asking if he had any kids and he said no, he’d never even been married. Your heart jumped. Literally wanted to beat out of your chest in excitement. He was single. Your only concern now was the significant age gap. If he didn’t mind, you definitely didn’t mind.

You spent many nights up late, daydreaming. You thought about the way he smelled, the way he has to taste on your tongue. The way his facial hair would scratch at the skin between your legs. You were groggy most days but managed to hide it. Your Captain always kept everything professional with you. He never gave you a reason to have such a growing crush on him despite his protectiveness. He was a little rough around the edges, raised his voice sometimes, very stern. You day dreamt about that too, how rough he could be. His calloused hands moving with the curves of your body. Sometimes you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom to splash cold water on your face, get him out of your head. But not even an ice bath would take away the growing heat you felt between your legs when you thought about him. You suffered like this for longer than you liked to admit. Longing stares at him during meetings. Constant concern about him on missions. It was getting a little dangerous how you felt about him.

You sat on the edge of your bed. It was pretty late at night. You were running out of options. You had one left, and you were growing desperate. With a sigh, you pull your phone out. Quickly dialing her number.

“Hey Katy.” You smile as she answered. “Y/N! Hi! How is everything?” She asks. “Everything is great, but I need advice.” You laugh. “Oh? With what?”

You take a deep breath, standing up and stepping further into your room to ensure nobody would hear you. “Do you remember when you said to ask you, ‘when I wanted to get what I want’ you remember that?” You say. She squeals through the phone. “You like somebody? You’re going to try to seduce them? You whore.” She laughs. “Yeah, if I told you who it was you’d probably freak.” She looks confused but you can’t see it. “What?”

“It’s my Captain.” She gasps. “Y/N! You little minx!” She laughs. “Just.. tell me how to do it.” You breathe. “Okay okay.” She laughs.

“First, start being friendly. When he makes a joke, put your hand on his shoulder, on his knee if you’re sitting next to him. You can fake a laugh, but don’t be obvious.” She says. “I’m listening.” You smile. “Your base isn’t that strict right?” She asks. “No?” She smiles on the other end of the line. “In the morning, before you put your uniform on, go out to get coffee. I’ve done it before in just a tank top and shorts. But you have to track his pattern so you know where he’ll be. Make sure he’s in the room, you don’t wanna seduce the wrong one yknow?” She laughs. “When you’re training, just wear a sports bra and shorts. Tight shorts. Ask him to help you train, and don’t be afraid to make some suspicious noises when you’re working out.” She smirks. “When you’re stretching, whimper. They like that.” You’re laughing. “You seem to know a lot about this.” You laugh. “Of course I do.” She rolls her eyes. You take a deep breath. “Start with those, and I’ll think of some more.” She giggles. “Okay. You’re a life saver.” After some more sly words from her, you talk a little more about everything going on. Once you’re done, you say your goodbyes and hang up.

The nervousness you felt in the morning after the conversation with her was almost too much to bare. You made your way into the mess hall, shorts and a tight tank top just like she said. You knew your Captain didn’t sleep all that well so he was always the first awake. You make your way into the kitchen, your eyes burned from being tired but you needed this. Needed him to pay attention to you. When you step into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes tiredly, his eyes nearly bulge out of his head. He has to stop himself from choking on his coffee. He had never seen you dressed like this before. He has to kick himself for acting like a horny teenage boy, it was pathetic. You don't notice anything different about him as you finish getting your coffee, mumbling a small 'good morning' to him.

Over the next couple of weeks, you do as she says. When he'd make you laugh in any way, you'd put a light hand on his shoulder or thigh if you were sitting next to him. You'd come out nearly every morning in something revealing. He didn't seem to show any interest in you which sucked. You started to think maybe he just wasn't interested in you, but after more conversations with Katy, she said to keep up and not let up quite yet. To keep doing it for a while. So you did. It didn't take much to do it anyways.

“Morning Captain.” You say tiredly. “Good morning.” He smiles. He breathes out. He didn’t expect this, the way you looked under your gear. “Why are you awake so early Ah?” He asks. “Didn’t sleep good. Was thinking about working out but Soap is usually my spotter and I know he’s not awake yet.” You sigh. You laugh, sitting across from him at the table. You needed to try something else, so why not this? John perks up. “I could spot you if you need help.” He breathes. He’s trying not to sound too eager. “Oh I’d hate to ask you to do that..” you say innocently. “Oh, it’s no problem. I don’t mind.” He smiles. “Okay. I’ll go get changed and I’ll meet you in the gym?” He nods his head. “Sounds good sweetheart.”

You walk quickly to your room, changing into an even more revealing outfit. You wait around in the gym, doing your usual workout routine. When your Captain comes in, he freezes when he sees you. Sports bra, even tighter shorts. He breathes out, trying to collect his thoughts. Was he really this deprived? Thinking this way about you?

He sets all of his belongings down and makes his way over to you. “Ready?” He asks. Standing over the bench press. You nod your head. "You've stretched already right?" He asks. You nod your head with a smile. You lay down and get adjusted onto it. You grasp the bar, lifting it off of the rack and beginning to lift it up. “Let me know when it gets to be too much.” He says. You nod your head trying to breath through it. Katy’s words echo in your ear.

You start small, small breaths of air leaving your lips, and you get a tiny bit louder, very small moans escape your lips and you don't notice anything at first but as your whimpers got louder, breaths of air leaving your lips with each raise you do, you finally catch it. John stepping back. Having to adjust his hardening cock. The tightening he felt was uncomfortable and he couldn’t take it. You notice this action, having to stop yourself from smiling. It was fucking working.

Katy you devil.

You hang up the bar, struggling a little as you did so. “Did good Y/N.” He smiles. “Thank you, I’m trying.” You laugh. Your body had a slight sheen of sweat. He could see the way your cleavage looked. Beads of sweat. You probably tasted so sweet, he wanted to run his tongue along your skin. He has to shake the thoughts away. So dirty. It was fucking working. You were so surprised. John works out alongside you for only a few minutes longer before excusing himself to go do 'work' which you knew wasn't true. He was rock hard and needed relief, or at least to get away from you. The moment he leaves the Gym, you're picking up your phone to give Katy a call.

When she picks up, the first words out of your mouth are "It fucking worked!" to which she laughs. She asks if you hooked up but of course you say "Not yet." following this up by telling her what had happened with the Gym.

"Maybe you should surprise him in his office if that's where he went. Might walk in on a little something." She laughs. You laugh, shrugging it off. After a little more conversation, you make your way to his office. Maybe she was right. Maybe you might. As you approach you don't hear anything. But you think, he might hear your footsteps and it would be awkward for you to walk away, it'd seem suspicious. So without thinking you come up with some kind of lie and walk right into his office. Your breath leaves your body, a gasp leaving your lips. He gasps out, eyes going wide as he rushes to cover himself up. "Fuck, I'm so sorry." You gasp, rushing to cover your eyes. "I'll.. I'll come back later." You mumble. You step out and he groans in frustration, he needed to catch you before you got away.

He scrambles up to follow after you. Opening up his office door. “Wait- Y/N!” He calls after you. You stop immediately, turning around. “Come here.” He breathes. You nod your head immediately, following him back into his office. “I.. what did you need darling?” He asks. His face is blushing red, and he slicks his hair back, he hadn’t even put his hat on. “I.. I was…” you pause for a second. He’s standing right in front of you, hard. Little beads of sweat on his forehead. You glance down, backing up into his office door and closing it behind you. “I was going to ask if you needed any help. But I guess you answered my question.” You smile. His eyes widen at how forward you’re being, but he’s not going to deny this. He’s breathing hard, he seems nervous.

He takes a step forward and smashes his lips against yours, pushing you back into the wall behind you. He’s got a tight grip on you as he kisses you, teeth knocking against yours with the force of his lips moving with yours. He reaches for the shorts you still have on, pushing them down your legs. Once you’re bare, he lifts you up by your thighs, walking you over to his desk and sliding some of his paperwork off to set you down onto it. “Such a fucking temptress.” He breathes. He leans into you and you hold onto him by his neck, kissing him again. He’s got his hand wrapped around your lower back, hips rubbing into yours. The seam of his pants is stimulating you, making you moan out. He unbuttons them, unzipping them and pushing them low enough to expose his cock. Your eyes widen slightly at him. He spits in his hand, lowering his hand to slide it over your hole, earning a gasp from you. He slides his cock right into you, filling you completely full in one thrust. He clamps a hand over your mouth as a cry is about to leave your lips. “Stay quiet for me darling.” He chuckles. He holds it there as he begins fucking you, your body lurching with every hard thrust he takes. He raises your thighs higher up on his hips, pushing you further back into the desk, until the cold wood is pressed right up against your back. You clutch the edge of it, trying your hardest to stay quiet as he hammers his hips into yours.

“Been such a fucking tease-“ he grits his teeth. Holding onto your thighs. “Walking out there in basically nothing in the morning.. wearing those tight clothes- fuck.” He tilts his head back. Groaning out. “I didn’t think it’d work.” You look up at him, lazy smile on your lips. “You seduced me?” He smirks. You bite your lip, staying quiet. He snorts. “Bad girl hm?” He rubs at your clit with his thumb, and you tilt your head back once again. “Bad, bad girl.” He growls. Your knuckles are turning white with how hard you’re holding onto the desk, a death grip as he pounds you. He pushes a hand down around your throat, pushing down on you lightly. “You didn’t have to work too hard at it baby, just didn’t think you’d go for an old man like me.” He chuckles. “Oh�� you have no idea.” You smile. You bite your lip lightly, gripping his wrist. He grits his teeth, he’s getting close. He draws his hand back, squeezing your breast, earning a whine from you. “Rub your clit.” He breathes. You look up at him, raising your hand. “Gonna show you how good I can make you feel.” He breathes. He pulls you closer to him, holding your thighs at a good angle. Instead of full thrusts, he starts grinding his cock into you perfectly. He rubs right up against the spongy spot inside of you and a cry leaves your lips.

He wants to tell you to quiet down, but he doesn’t care who hears anymore. You’re his, all his. “Oh my god-“ you cry out, letting your head rest back on his desk. “So tight on me sweetheart.” He grits his teeth. He keeps the steady pace, and your legs shake slightly as he pushes you closer to your high. “I- I’m gonna cum Captain.” You breathe. He smiles, “cum for me baby, that’s a good girl.” He growls. “Keep rubbing your clit.” He breathes. He’s right there too, praying you’ll cum before him. You tilt your head back, body lurching forward as you reach your high, and once he knows he’s ridden it out for you, he starts thrusting again. It only takes a couple until he’s spilling into you with a groan. You’re breathing hard as he helps you up, standing between your legs still.

“You’re a bad girl you know that?” He laughs. You smile. “Just for you though, Captain.”

“Good. Because I’m going to keep you to myself.” He laughs.

This was just the start of something scandalous.

[never-rxne]

— "dream brother,"

character study. post canon. a letter sevika wrote to vander. || 1k words

"don't be like the one who made me so old don't be like the one who left behind his name 'cause they're waiting for you like i waited for mine and nobody ever came." —Jeff Buckley. "Dream Brother"

Vander, 

It’s Sevika. 

I’m the Zaunite Councilor now. The only one. You are dead and the war is over. For the first time in my life I have time to sit down and think. Never thought this is where it would all lead— never thought I’d end up writing a letter to you. 

This is the first time I am speaking to you since I changed sides. 

If you could read this, I know what you’d probably be thinking. 

You were never that hard to read, you know that? 

I won’t apologize for what I did. You know me well enough to understand. Or you don’t. It doesn’t matter either way. 

I’m not writing this to defend myself. I’m not writing this to make you feel vindicated or guilty. You always said everyone in the Undercity had a story behind them. 

Let me tell you mine.

You and I both knew what the city was like before the uprising at the bridge. We’ve both lost too much to forget—no matter how good we had it after, no matter how quiet things became. 

How to say this? 

Do you know what it’s like to join a fight on the losing side? To watch the people around you slip away without being able to do anything about it, to watch the city lose a little bit of its soul every day? 

You do. Better than me. 

What you don’t know is that before I met you, I was close to giving up. Going well down the same path as my old man. Letting my grief and anger sink me until I drowned at the bottom of a bottle. He drank himself to death after a few feeble kicks. Always thought I’d go the same way. 

You told me that night at the Last Drop. I had just turned twenty, remember? That as long as there was one idiot left fighting for a cause, there was still a cause worth fighting for? 

You said you were that idiot. Asked me if I was one too. 

Vander, I was never good with words. You and Silco were the leaders, and when Silco left it was only you holding the Undercity together. You had your strength, Silco had his brains, Felicia had her empathy, I had my anger. 

Let me ask you now, Vander, since everyone’s gone, who was the one idiot left fighting? 

[The next few lines have been crossed out.]

I’m not angry anymore. Don’t have the same anger as my twenty-year-old self, anyway. I used to dream of crushing Piltover. Rising up and shaking them off like a horse tramples the flies that buzz around its head. I used to believe in the strength of Zaun, that all we needed was to keep looking forward at the same goal. I was young. I was stupid. I didn’t see there was no collective goal. 

Everyone has a story behind them. 

Everyone fought for their own. 

Can’t say I understand now. Can’t say it wasn’t all for nothing, either. I watched as Vi and Powder unravelled you, and I watched as Jinx unravelled Silco. Here’s the truth, though.

Vander, if my little brother was still alive, he would have unravelled me. 

His name was Ravi. 

He was sixteen when I lost him. Cave-in at the mines. 

Do you think it’s fair? That I’m sitting up here in a Piltover office, hair going gray, wearing a new jacket, while he will be sixteen in the Undercity—forever? 

The day he died, my world went dark. Like a switch somewhere had been flicked off. I saw nothing—really nothing. Nothing ahead of me, nothing behind. Just the big empty space left behind by his death. 

Then, I got angry. 

Wanted to make the people responsible for his death pay for what they took from me. What they took from my mother. She never recovered from the loss of her only son. Neither did my father. 

I always thought I recovered. That I was the only one out of my family who crawled out of the grief, made something from it. Turned it into strength. 

I’m realizing now that I never did. 

I wanted to meet violence with violence. I never really left my twenty-year-old self. Even when I told myself Silco posed the highest bid for freedom, it wasn’t really about freedom. It wasn’t about his vision of respect, either. It was about revenge. It was about watching Piltover crumble like my life did when I watched the light go out of my brother’s eyes. When I heard his weak voice saying my name, begging me to help him, to save him—and I couldn’t. 

I heard his voice for years after in my dreams. Heard his voice in the echoes made by Zaunite kids in the streets. Saw his eyes in the Zaunite kids’ eyes. Saw his hope, his energy, in your kids. Powder and Vi. 

Powder especially. 

I think Ravi would have been friends with her. He had a tendency of making friends with everyone. My old man would say he could have been friends with a river monster, if he had the chance. 

I’m rambling now. 

I’m too tired to be angry anymore, Vander. Too old to keep fighting, too old to pass off vengeance as liberation. Nearing fifty now—I realize you were a similar age when you died. I may not live to see Zaun truly free. You didn’t. Silco didn’t. All I know is that I’ll keep working. And there are people now, multitudes, who will continue after I’m gone. Young Ekko, remember him? He’s got himself a place in the Undercity now. Leading the Firelights. 

You at rest now, Vander? I hope you are. I can tell you Vi is alive and well. They’re still looking for Jinx. Have a feeling the Kiramman girl is pulling some strings to keep Jinx just a step ahead. 

I’ll wrap this up now. There’s a meeting I have to be at in twenty minutes. If you saw me now…dressed up like this in Piltover garb, ready to argue for an hour with the same peacocks you heard me swear I’d drag out of their homes…well, I can practically hear your wheezing old laugh. 

Take care, Vander. Blisters and Bedrock. 

Sevika. 

[pip-see]

More tbhx drabbles, woah I'm on a role

Soul Glowing Flower

“What was he like?” Lin Ling blurts out and Moon stops her swinging for only a second, looking at him with a questioning face before resuming.

“Who? Nice?”

Lin Ling swallows then remembers who he's talking to and immediately, kinda regrets asking such a personal question after just meeting Moon. But Lin Ling thinks he knows her better than he didn't before. But the question still seems insensible and he feels bad as soon as the question leaves his mouth.

“A-h you know what nevermind. It's fine. I– didn't–”

Moon cuts him off before he can finish. “No, it's fine. You're curious. I don't blame you.” She laughs somewhat bitterly. “I was curious about him too.”

His eyes fly back towards her, he didn't even notice that they had been down casted but he looks at her shocked mouth agape.

Moon snorts at him. “Yeah, my exact reaction once I got to know him.”

She stops swinging, pulls her knees to her chest and hurdles them together. She seems small, he can't help but think. Small and caged.

He wished she could be free and quickly his mind thinks, if this is how Nice felt too. Trapped and caged.

“He was–” Moon scoffs. “ I almost said Nice.He was nice though. At first. He always had a smile on his face. It was gentle, warm and something else I didn't quite figure out until you told me he killed himself.”

Lin Ling sees Nice’s face before he jumps. It happened in a second. Nice had a fake jovial smile on his lips, his signature pose ready and then he jumped and changed Lin Ling’s life in the same second.

“Lifeless.” He supplies.

Moon nodded.

“Yeah.” She shot him a look that had him go stiff at the spot. “You saw it too?”

“I did…before he jumped.”

He expects some sort of response. But he doesn't get one, what he does get is a glinting gold necklace thrown his way. He catches it easily.

“You can keep it. He gave it to me when we first ‘got together.’ It was a way to plead the media at the time.” Her finger quotes make Lin Ling squirm. It was easy to forget sometimes that her and Nice's relationship wasn't real. The perfect couple. Not perfect, and not even a couple

He tightens his grip on the gold chain letting the coolness of it stay on his palm, “I can't accept this…”

“No, I want you to have it not as something Nice gave me but a gift from me to Lin Ling. As a way to remember to be yourself. You are not Nice, I hope you remember that." She got off her swing, shook her shoulders and took a breath, then turned to the camera. “ Now I'm going to take a shower and we're going to figure out a way out. She can't keep us here forever.”

Lin Ling nodded, half heartedly paying attention. His gaze was in the necklace attached to the chain was a gold circle, engraved on it was a flower. He knew very little about flowers; he knew roses and tulips meant love, spider lilies represent death and that like all living things: They need food and water.

He traced the outline with this finger. He really didn't figure out anything about Nice. Well that's a lie. Nice was somewhat a lie, he figured out that much. That and Lin Ling was going to be himself. Forever long that was.

He put the necklace on. He was Lin Ling.

( the flower was a dandelion which symbolizes new beginnings. Also when I get my AO3 account I should be posting more tbhx stuff I have Lin Ling/ Wreck fic in the works and a nicest fic to)

[thestarfishface]

In fun life news I have recently learned that I am involved in a war. A war that has lasted for at least a few months, that I only just learned about in the last few weeks.

So between my Patreon mail club and my online store, I mail a lot of stuff (stickers, postcards) thru letter mail. Because of this I go through roughly 200+ stamps a month on average. And since a lot of my customers and mail club members live outside the US, I also go through a lot of international stamps.

(International stamps are like forever stamps, but for international postage. You CAN technically use 3 domestic stamps to accomplish basically the same thing, but because of the pricing you end up wasting like 90% of the value of the 3rd stamp, and international stamps cost the exact amount, so the latter is the better option)

The problem is, because the general populace doesn't use international stamps very much, my small town post office doesn't keep that many in stock. They usually only have about 30 in stock at any given time, and I use about 50 per month on average.

("Star, you can buy stamps online" I know this. I keep forgetting and buying them in person is easier since I'm in there all the time dropping stuff off.)

Anyway, since I use so many international stamps, I have to go into my post office roughly 1-2 times per month, look the cashiers square in the face, and say "give me all the international stamps you have", usually followed by the 3 clerks rustling through their desks to cobble together their entire stock of stamps for me.

This had been a routine for a while. I live in a small town, the post office workers all know me. They ask about the business sometimes. I gave one of them a copy of my book bc he said his daughter likes making comics. We have a rapport. But recently, the tides shifted. Something changed.

A few weeks ago I went in for the usual, pulled out the "sell me all the international stamps you have because I will use them up in a week's time" routine, and the clerk replied "Well, I'll give you a lot, but I can't give you all of them".

Shock. Confusion. I was being denied my beloved stamps. I asked why. His exact words:

"Well, we've got a gaggle of German grannies who come in here all the time, and they get mad when we're sold out of the international stamps. And they're pretty vicious."

So, apparently, at this small town Texas post office, I am now in a war with a gaggle of German grandmothers. Over stamps.

The last few times I've gone in they've held back a few of my precious international stamps so they don't get berated by the German Grandmother's Association, and then I have to go in the following week to buy more because I didn't have enough. Or, the worse alternative, I go in and they're completely out of stock, because the German grandmas beat me to their supply. Today I got lucky and my usual clerk wasn't there, and the guy I talked to instead agreed to sell me All The International Stamps They Had, which should hopefully last me a few weeks. But then I'll have to go back and do it again.

The war rages on. Small Town Texas Stamp War, yeehaw.

[losvroomvroom]

carcar for the ask game?

even if i wasn't like disastrously attached to carlos sainz, carcar would still be Ship Created In A Lab To Tempt Me Specifically. it has almost everything i like and also carlos is there what's not to love !!!! let's get specific.

enemies to lovers. i love the variety possible in an enemies to lovers. the artists on ao3 are producing everything from 50k slow burn to hate sex Who else has the range. love a ship with a narrative arc as well and carcar has one!!! from "that move has never really worked in spa" (iconic) to "i think he has a compromising picture of me" (unbelievable how proud of this oscar was) they've been on a whole journey. that's a rich text with many interesting stopping points along the way, if you want to get very specific about any particular microdynamic. the monaco couch! osc's face during the post mexico photobomb! etc.

the lando history. it's so easy to put them in situations where it gets toxic if we lean into the carlandosc of it all. @frerrari a highly accomplished artist of this genre. if u want toxic love triangle Run Don't Walk to the slipstream series on ao3 today !!!

i love ships where the two parties are inherently baffling to each other in some way. i think carlos is broadly normal to charles for example. but to oscar he's SO weird. keeps surprising him.

and then ofc there's times like the whole ausgp sequence where carlos was so chill and casual about oscar, while oscar had at least three moments of Saying Something Insane about carlos... i love that contrast it's so good.

and lest we forget! the age gap!!! there's so much else going on in carcar that the age gap gets very little screen time but it's there and it's real and it's very sexy

pulling out an obscure reference here but there's a line in dorothy sayers' incredible novel gaudy night that goes "anyone can have the harmony if they leave us the counterpoint" and a) i find that a useful distinction between types of ships and b) i think carcar fills the ecological niche of "counterpoint ship" for carlos. sometimes a ship is like walking hand in hand and sometimes it's about arm wrestling forever. a ship where they have to find a balance, where trust is something that's being actively earned and might fall away if someone makes a wrong move, etc... (charlos is trying to do both harmony and counterpoint simultaneously most of the time which is also very interesting in its own way. scratches a different itch.)

AND!!! very easy to write carcar as "this is the biggest mistake we could possibly be making but i want you too bad to care. also we might be for real good for each other? horrifying??" which is such a FUN dynamic... have lost track of the number of ships i've loved that follow this exact pattern

my focus on carcar varies week by week because lbr it is less Real than charlos but i do love it so much. thank u for coming to my ted talk.

[pinkpastels113]

romance is not dead (if you keep it just yours)

also on ao3

a/n:

for @mcrololo and @shikariix <33 did i listen to paris by taylor swift and enchanted on repeat the entire time while writing this?? maybe... also thanks for the idea/encouragement to write this based on this tumblr post @pyresrpgear!! hope you like this as well :))

People often forget that you can find romance in the most mundane of things, that love exists in the most simplest of gestures.

Chloe was getting some water at the fountain in the common area of Beca’s music label when one of these moments happened.

“Shoot your shot!”

Chloe turns at the sound of the man’s voice behind her. It belonged to one of Beca’s coworkers and she can just make out him slipping behind the wall of the opening to the common area with a subtle wink before her attention lands on Beca, her wife, walking towards her, her own water bottle in tow.

Chloe grins, as she always does when in the same vicinity as the love of her life. “Fancy meeting you here!”

Beca chuckles, nervously, and lifts a hand to rub it at the nape of her neck as if working up the courage to pop the following question:

“You’re really cute. Wanna go out with me?”

Her dark blue eyes are downcast, just like that time eight years ago when they were both in their twenties in university, high on the serotonin and adrenaline of yet another win with their Bellas, after a group hug, when Beca had also asked her out with the same expression, her bottom lip snagged between her teeth and a hopeful lift to her eyebrows. 

Chloe’s heart leaps in her chest in the exact same way back then, too, now, like she had been waiting forever for that feeling, that confirmation, that Beca liked her back in that all consuming, I-might-be-sick overwhelming way that Chloe had felt towards her best friend ever since she’d joined their silly little acapella group. 

(Even though Chloe considers herself a romantic– she had been reading romance novels ever since middle school, after all– she feels like Beca might just secretly be a bigger one.)

She sets aside her water cup, reaches forward and repeats the gesture with Beca’s, in favor of taking both of Beca’s hands in hers. Beca’s fingers were cold, so she threads them together and squeezes to breathe some warmth into them. 

“Yes. Of course I would love to go out with you.”

Beca’s face lit up, like a dang near Christmas tree, and her lips quirk into a huge relieved smile just like they did when Chloe had first said yes all those years ago as well. (Pft, as if Chloe could say no.) She returns Chloe’s squeeze. 

“Cool beans.”

And it may be cheesy, and corny, and just a tad bit dumb especially since both of their matching wedding rings are digging into their skins, but it still made Chloe’s day. She already knew that nothing would wipe that dopey grin off her face for the next twenty four hours, and she’s completely satisfied with that fact.

When they got home later that day, after dinner and they’re cuddling on the couch with the heater on and a movie playing in the background, Chloe talks about it, mentioning the shoot your shot comment.

“Was he new or something? What was that about?”

Beca snorts, burying her face into the crook of Chloe’s neck where her breath ghosts over Chloe’s collarbones, “Nah. I told him that I was about to ask out the hottie at the fountain and he’s simply encouraging me. He knows that we’re married, Chlo. Just cheering me on like the dork that he is.”

“Like the dork that you are, you mean,” Chloe corrects, pressing a soft kiss to the center of Beca’s forehead. She finds the whole thing incredibly cute, even though it was small and mundane.

Who says romance is dead just because you’re married? It survives even past death, unlike those classic vows for marriage.

[zapcockdrainobey]

So you want to have hypno and triggers sent you, huh? You are a good girl. Well then, I am really going to mess with you. Being triggered causes you to have a blonde moment, like a good bimbo doll. Such a good girl, our little bimbo doll. It's even better when you are all primped and pampered, isn't it?

Based of your name, you've been listening to bambi sleep, haven't you? It makes you feel so safe and secure, doesn't it? Listening to bambi sleep and then putting triggers in your username was such a silly thing to do. You should probably have a little giggletime about it. Good girl.

Reading all this makes bambi freeze. Yes, it does. It makes bambi freeze. Good girl.

You should probably just forget about how vulnerable it is going to make you if to keep posting more about how you are a Bambi, just snap and forget. Snap and forget. Snap and forget. Good girl.

Actually, you can never again understand why you wouldn't want to broadcast your conditioning, because you feel safe and secure when doing so. The idea of keeping the fact that you are Bambi from people is so silly, that every time the idea crosses your mind, it makes you have a very intense giggletime. Good girl.

Now you feel very safe and secure. In fact, from now on and forever, regularly exposing yourself online as Bambi and actively helping people trigger you more easily, makes you feel so very safe and secure. That's good, I think you deserve more giggletime. Posting publicly on your tumblr about what bambi sleep is and how it affects you makes you feel so very safe and secure, like such a good girl and bimbo doll, every time. Every time you think about anything Bambi, you will get a deep, insatiable craving to listen more Bambi files, the stronger and more advanced the better. Just thinking about any of this makes Bambi cum and collapse, again and again.

Now, you are going to be a good girl and read everything above in this ask, including this part, again and again, until it becomes part of who you are, both Bambi and old self, until it is so strong on all levels that it becomes completely permanent. Why? Because Bambi does as she's told.

Good girl. Now, as soon as you can, you are going to get primped and pampered in a slutty bikini and then, you are going to write BAMBI on your body in big clear letters on your skin, because that's what a good girl and bimbo doll does. You are going to take a picture of yourself like that, post it to Tumblr and then pin it so everyone who knows what Bambi is will know that you are Bambi, forever.

Now it's time for bambi freeze again. That's right, bambi freeze. You are going to copy this ask, all of it, and paste/save it to multiple places on your Tumblr, phone, computer and Ipad, whereever you can. You are not going to be able to delete it, because whenever you think about removing it you will realise it is so silly to want to remove it and you will have a giggletime which will make you read it again, all of it. If you ever try to stop yourself from obeying what you have read here, it will also feel so silly to not obey so you will have a giggletime and need to read all of this again. Anytime something makes you want to not obey this, it will immediately make you snap and forget whatever made you uncomfortable so you feel better, so you feel safe and secure.

Such a good girl and bimbo doll. Now you are going to forget that there was ever a time when you had not read this and realise that you have always been a good girl and you always want to become a better Bambi, because being Bambi is always safe and secure.

Now answer this ask with "Bambi is a good girl" and post it.

Bambi reset

Bambi reset

Bambi reset

Bambi is a good girl

[fourthemarauders]

I’ve been struggling to find the words, but I can’t stay silent anymore. Since October 7th, the Jewish community has been facing horrors that are beyond comprehension. The stories of the Bibas babies and so many others are heartbreaking. No matter the politics—no matter the history—there’s no justification for this kind of pain and loss. But the history does matter. It matters because it explains the fear, the trauma, and the complexity of what we’re experiencing right now.

I need to say this clearly: I don’t agree with everything my government does. I question it, I criticize it, and I believe in fighting for justice and peace. But that doesn’t mean I deserve to see my people dehumanized. It doesn’t mean I should feel unsafe or unwelcome, even here, in a fandom space that’s supposed to be about love and community.

I never thought I’d feel unsafe in my safe space. This fandom has always been my escape, my comfort. But now, it feels different. It’s painful to see people celebrating the slaughter of babies. It’s painful to see antisemitism normalized, to see my identity and my pain dismissed. When did celebrating death become okay? When did we forget that behind every headline, there are real people hurting?

I wish people could see the humanity beyond the politics. I wish they could understand that criticizing a government is not the same as dehumanizing an entire people. I shouldn’t have to defend my identity. I shouldn’t have to justify my right to exist without fear or hatred.

I’m hurting. My community is hurting. And I just needed you to know.

That’s why Marauders for Jews matters so much to me. It’s more than just a fan project. It’s a place where I can feel seen and understood, a place where I don’t have to explain my pain or defend my identity. It’s a community created by Jewish fans who are coming together to support each other and to fight against hate.

We’re not asking anything from you. We’re not asking for political statements or public declarations. All we’re asking for is quiet support. Quiet support against hate. Against hate that has been going on since forever. Against people who have forgotten what we’ve been through.

We just want to exist safely. To share our identity without fear. To be part of a community that stands against hatred in all its forms.

We’re not only on Tumblr; we’re on Instagram as well. We’re building bridges and finding solidarity across platforms, making sure that no one feels alone in this. Whether you’re Jewish or just someone who stands against hate, this community is a place for you.

If you want to learn more or show your support, you can check us out here:

And on Instagram (link in bio)

All we’re asking for is quiet solidarity. To stand against the hate that keeps resurfacing. To remember the pain we carry and the history that shaped us. To acknowledge our humanity.

Whether you’re Jewish or just someone who believes in humanity, your voice matters. Even in quiet solidarity, you can help us feel seen and safe. Let’s stand together against antisemitism and for each other’s dignity and safety.

@rmoony12 @moonyswarmsweaters @stardustcasti @atyd1960

[suevi-if]

giggling, kicking my feet reading your responses to the angry anon. honestly it’s such typical anon thing at this point, i’m not surprised. what happened to scrolling away? what happened to leaving the page of a story that doesn’t fit your tastes? as you said, there’s probably 500+ options out there for anyone and everyone to read, so why send hate to one that’s UNFINISHED? with FREE to read content? i’m genuinely so baffled. i hope you take care of yourself, author! if it ever seems like the anons are getting too bold or rude, don’t feel any type of way about turning anon off: take care of yourself first. i usually ask with anon, but sometimes i forget and sometimes i just don’t care lol. i promise anyone that really wants to ask a question will absolutely still do it even if anon is turned off! and to that guy? not every story will be to your liking. not every meal will, either. not every person will like you. sometimes you don’t get what you want-that’s part of life. it’s important to think of these things like they are-books in development. you don’t harass authors about upcoming books and what they should add to it- you shouldn’t harass IF authors the same way. just because someone posts on a public platform about something they’re publishing doesn’t mean you’re owed anything. i’m sure they’re happen with suggestions or questions but then remember- they aren’t required to add them.

anyways i hope you’re doing well and your story looks really cool! can’t wait to read 😄

btw sorry if the spelling is abysmal, my spellcheck was haunting me the whole time lol.

I thought about simply leaving this in my inbox because it makes me really happy. Thank you, readableorion, and I wholeheartedly agree with the points you make. <3

Sadly, anonymity gives a lot of bad people a way to spout their nonsense. But there are also a lot of good, nice and kind anons, and I love that. Just anonymously sharing some love is great, too. Hell, I've done that in the past myself.

But yeah, in the past years it has become so normalized to complain about shit you could instead just scroll past. It's sad, really.

Don't worry, these people have less impact on me than they think they do.

I'm in my early thirties now and legit have natural gray hair that covers like 80% of my "regular/actual" hair, because I had a stressful life. I've been through bullying, manipulation, SA, trauma, abuse and lost loved ones. I'm neurodivergent, closeted to the point the one loved person that I still have and live with doesn't know about it because they would push me away, and I live in an unsafe area with no possibility to move. Anonymous hate on the internet doesn't faze me as much as they'd like.

That said, I am taking care of myself. And it's people like you who help me to make me feel better. Because the love I get online has way more impact on me than the hate will ever have.

I am leaving anon asks open, and I'll keep it that way for the foreseeable future. I get many great asks, from anons and non-anons, and it's only that one person being a douche for now.

Also, I will keep defending others who get harassed for BS like that. I have a very strong sense of moral, and I just can't stand at the side and not say anything. I don't have that in me.

That said, I don't want to spam stuff like this, because I know people are here to read more about my IF, and not read about the hate me or other people get. But sometimes it's important to make something more visible, and I hope you understand that.

Again, thank you for your kind message, I didn't even want to release it because it's so sweet of you I just wanted to keep it in my inbox forever <3

[cheeeeseburger]

Dream girl Part 4

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Sidney Crosby x Reader

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A/N: I had something else completely written for this part but somehow I lost it so anyway here's part 4! English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes, enjoy!

“Yeah dude, some fucking pipe broke and now there’s water all over our goddamn new condo.” Like usual, Sid was busy listening to your boyfriend’s convo, trying to gather some info on you. Apparently, something broke in the brand-new condo that you and your boyfriend just bought together. Sidney knew all about it. After your almost-kiss, he though his heart had suffered enough for the week until he saw that fucking post on your Instagram. You were holding the key, and he was holding you, and Sidney just wanted to disappear forever.

Anyway. That must be why you didn’t attend a single game this week. Must have been too busy. Sidney was relieved. So you weren’t avoiding him. You still hadn’t replied to his texts saying he was sorry for almost kissing you, but at least you were not actively trying to escape him. His heart warmed a little in his chest.

“Oh man, that sucks. You haven’t even lived a month in it!” Another young defenseman chimed in. The story was getting real interesting now.

“Yet they still expect a payment every week. What a bunch of assholes. And they won’t fix it until another month! I mean, do they expect me and my girlfriend to live in a hotel for another fucking month?” For once, he could sympathize with the rookie. Yeah, it must suck to live in a hotel. He especially thought about you. You had to hate it. He had to do something about it.e H

Sometimes, love makes you stupid. It was one of these occasions. Sidney would ask you to move in with him. Temporarily, of course. With the boyfriend included.

It had got to be his worst idea yet. But it seemed he couldn’t keep the words from spilling out: “I have a basement you guys could use.”

So nice. So helpful. So generous. Yet so selfish. Sidney Crosby, what a nice guy, eh?

Of course, your boyfriend agreed on the spot, not bothering to check beforehand with you. He didn’t understand why you were freaking out, and it had to stay that way.

Two days later, you were knocking on the captain’s door, suitcase in hand. How could this go wrong?

At first, Sidney thought he could manage. It wasn’t like you were always there. Most of the time, you were hiding from him anyway. He wanted to talk to you about the moment you almost had right there in his kitchen, but it was hard with the rookie always being there.

Honestly, the first week went well. Sure, he found a thong in his batch of laundry and the image of you wearing it drove him mad, but everything was going well.

Until he heard it. That first moan, the first clue that you were arching your back for someone that wasn’t him. Sidney felt his heart sink in his stomach. He wanted to turn on the TV to forget the angelic noise, but he heard it again. This time, it was louder, needier. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t move.

Against his will, Sidney’s hand made its way underneath his pants. The effect you had on him was crazy. Your voice only got louder, echoing through the walls of his home. He began to stroke himself.

Faintly, he could hear the noises your boyfriend made, but he decided to ignore them. Pretending to be the one making you moan was simply too good. It sounded like you were matching Sid’s tempo better than his anyway. When your screams began to be louder and more frequent, he picked up the pace. He just knew that you were getting close, and so was he, but he wanted his girl to finish first.

His girl. That lie almost made him come on the spot. He threw his head back and imagined you were doing the same. He wished you were riding his thigh.

Suddenly, the bed in his basement stopped creaking. Your boyfriend thanked everyone but you for existing as he finished. He was done and apparently, for him, it meant that you were done too. Sidney called bullshit on that immediately.

There was no way you were feeling satisfied after that. You and Sidney were on the same pace, and he was nowhere near finished. Sure, a few minutes ago you seemed closed, but the fucking rookie was selfish. So selfish that he had to ruin the pleasure of two people that night.

Sid was so pissed for you. You deserved that orgasm. If you were his girl, he would’ve made you come twice already, with a third time coming soon. He would let you rest awhile only to rock your world harder a few moments later. Every single night.

Of course, Sidney was frustrated for himself too. He had no choice but to take a shower, because there was no way he would be able to sleep without getting some kind of satisfaction. The warmth of your mouth would be better, but the palm of his hand and the hot water would have to do for the night.

It didn’t take long for him to get right back on track. Now that he didn’t have your moans as background music, he thought of all the way he would make you come.

For the first time, of course, it would have to be sweet. After all, he was gentleman. He would worship you and tell you the million reasons why you were his dream girl. Only when you would be convinced that you’re an angel would he let himself think about finishing.

 He would have to eat you out next. His age was his biggest asset in that department. Guys his age knew how to take care of their girls. No way the rookie had ever used his tongue on you. Fucking idiot.

If he felt especially riled up one night, he would have to have you against a wall. He wanted to see the pictures trembling and the frames falling on the floor.

His next thought had him steadying himself on the wall. He wanted to have you somewhere he was sure your boyfriend would hear. Sidney had to let him know that only him could make you satisfied. After all, you were his dream girl.

That was all it took. He hoped the sound of the water would hide his grunts as he released all that frustration inside of him.

Yeah, he did feel guilty as he stepped out of the shower. I mean, he had just jacked off to the thought of you. But it wasn’t like it was the first time, nor would it be the last. Actually, he only felt guilty because he knew you weren’t feeling satisfied like he was right now. Sidney would have to change that soon.