#and i could like focus on everyone else the whole time we’re there but we live fucking close

[greg-montgomery]

girl i don’t even care anymore like he’s never on my mind fr i’m free literally the definition of healed like who even cares anymore cause i know i don’t

[rafecameronssl4t]

All yours || NFL!Rafe Cameron x DCC!reader

Summary: You wearing Rafe’s initials on your necklace during a Cowboy’s game and people speculating 🤭

Warnings: swearing, other than nothing rlly??

Word count: 1,028

A/n: IM SO GLAD YOU GUYS LOVED THUNDERSTRUCK AS MUCH I DID 😆😆😆 If you’ve watched the dcc documentary, who was ur fav??? ALSO send me more nfl!rafe x dcc!reader requests cuz I’m itching to do more even tho I have a few to finish in my drafts lol

MASTERLIST (nfl!rafe x dcc!reader au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

“Isn’t this a bit risky?” you manage to say in between heated kisses, feeling his hands grip the flesh of your thigh wrapped around his hip. Rafe’s smirk is palpable against your neck. “That’s kinda the whole point, babe,” he murmurs, his lips grazing your skin, making you shiver as your own lips curl into a smile. Your eyes flicker to the clock on the wall, and reality hits you.

“Fuck, we gotta go. I can’t be late, and neither can you,” you say hurriedly, pushing yourself off from Rafe. You rush to the mirror, frantically fixing your hair and touching up your makeup. Rafe’s presence is suddenly behind you, his hands wrapping around your waist as his face nestles into your shoulder, inhaling the addictive scent of your perfume.

“You’re so pretty, y’know that right?” he says softly, his breath warm against your skin. You feel your cheeks heat up at his words. “Like, so so pretty. No wonder they put you front and center. You catch everyone’s attention,” he continues, his arm draped over your shoulder as he gazes at your reflection in the mirror. Both of you, side by side, in your uniforms. You had to admit, the two of you looked hot together.

“Is that why you gave me this necklace? So people know?” you chuckle, your fingers toying with the necklace adorned with his initials. “Mhm, maybe,” he smirks, and you can’t help but giggle.

“Oh, they’ll see it for sure. We’re not supposed to wear any jewelry, so it’ll stick out like a sore thumb,” you chuckle as Rafe leans down to press a kiss on your lips. “Good. I want all those guys crushing on you to know you’re mine,” he says against your lips, and you can’t help but smile. “All yours,” you reply before smashing your lips back onto his, losing yourself in the moment one last time.

~

As Thunderstruck reverberated around AT&T Stadium, the energy of the crowd was electric. Rafe, standing on the sidelines, couldn’t help but keep his eyes trained on the big screen, his gaze unwavering. Throughout the entire performance, he caught glimpses of your necklace multiple times, glinting under the bright stadium lights. If he saw it, that meant everyone else could too.

You moved with the grace and precision of a seasoned performer, every step and twirl executed flawlessly. The crowd’s roar grew louder as you and the other cheerleaders took center stage, but Rafe’s focus was solely on you. The way you danced had him utterly captivated; each sway of your hips, each leap, and every spin had his heart pounding harder than any game.

And then, the moment that nearly made him lose it—you threw your head back (pls tell me u guys know what move of the dance I’m talking abt if u saw the documentary😭 like the part where they hit their Pom Poms on the ground and then do the hair flip?), your eyes locking with the camera, giving a sultry, confident gaze. The big screen captured the perfect shot of you, your radiant smile and the necklace with Rafe’s initials prominently displayed on your chest. It was a declaration, a bold statement that you were his.

Rafe’s breath hitched as he felt a rush of pride and desire flood through him. His initials on your necklace weren’t just an accessory; they were a symbol of his claim, a visible marker for everyone to see. The sight of it sent a jolt of possessive excitement through him, making his blood run hot.

As the music reached its crescendo, you finished the routine with a flourish, and the crowd erupted in applause. Rafe’s teammates nudged him, laughing and making comments about his obvious distraction, but he didn’t care. His eyes remained locked on you, taking in every detail, every shimmer of the necklace that told everyone you were his.

When the performance ended, and you made your way off the field, Rafe couldn’t wait for the game to be over. The anticipation of seeing you, holding you, and showing you just how much he appreciated you was almost too much to bear.

~

“Really, kiddo?” Your dad, the Dallas Cowboys coach, gives you a disapproving nod, his presence commanding even in casual moments as he leans against your car. “What?” you respond innocently, unlocking the car and tossing your bag into the backseat, trying to avoid his penetrating gaze.

“You know what I’m talking about,” he says, raising an eyebrow at you. You meet his gaze, trying to keep your expression neutral, but you know exactly where this conversation is heading.

You’ve been on the team long enough to know the uniform policies. Hell, I’m not even on the cheerleading squad, and I know you aren’t supposed to wear any jewelry with your uniform,” your dad continues, his voice a mix of frustration and concern. He crosses his arms over his chest, his stance was something you’d usually see when he’s lecturing his team, not his daughter.

You let out a sigh, mirroring his stance as you cross your arms too. “It’s not that big of a deal, Dad. It’s just a necklace.” “Just a necklace?” he repeats, incredulous. “Kiddo, you know the rules are there for a reason. It’s about professionalism and safety. What if it gets caught on something?”

You shift your weight from one foot to the other, feeling a mix of irritation and guilt. “Shouldn’t Kelli be telling me this? Not you?” Your dad chuckles, a rare moment of humor breaking through his stern demeanor. “You’d be glad it’s me talking to you and not her. You know how strict she can be about the rules.”

You roll your eyes, but you know he’s right. Kelli had a reputation for being strict but fair, and you didn’t want to risk your place on the team. “Okay, fine. I get it,” you concede, your voice softening as the weight of his words sinks in.

~

Later that night, you sink into the comfort of your bed, the events of the day replaying in your mind. You reach for your phone on the nightstand, deciding to unwind by catching up on messages and social media. A few notifications catch your eye—messages from your close friends on the team.

Curious, you open the first message, which contains a Twitter link. Your fingers tap the screen, and the app loads quickly. Your eyes widen slightly as you see your name and Rafe’s name trending all over social media.

You click on another link, leading to a video clip from the game earlier. The footage shows you performing, the camera zooming in just as you throw your head back and lock eyes with the lens, your necklace with Rafe’s initials gleaming under the stadium lights.

The next day, Kelli was furious, to say the least. Her expression was a mixture of disappointment and frustration as she called you into her office. “Y/n, this is unacceptable,” she said sternly. “You know the rules, and you deliberately broke them.”

“This is your official warning,” she continued, her tone unyielding. “The PR team had to work overtime to manage the situation. They even went as far as photoshopping the necklace out of the official pictures taken of you.”

You spent the rest of the day practicing with renewed determination, vowing to stay focused and follow the rules. During a break, you checked your phone and saw more messages from friends and fans. Despite the reprimand from Kelli, the support from your friends and the fans’ enthusiasm about your relationship with Rafe was heartwarming.

“Hey,” you jump slightly, feeling a pair of hands wrap around your waist. “Jesus, Rafe. Don’t come up behind me like that!” you chuckle, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck as he presses kisses against your jaw.

“Couldn’t help myself,” Rafe murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. “Seriously, guys?” You pull away quickly as Kelcey walks into the room, eyebrows raised in amusement. “Sorry,” you awkwardly chuckle, your cheeks flushing as Kelcey shakes her head, brushing it off with a smile.

“It’s fine. Just didn’t expect to walk into a lovefest,” Kelcey teases. “Okay, go away now,” you jokingly shoo Rafe out of the room, but before he leaves, he presses a quick kiss on your lips, making you let out a little giggle.

As Rafe exits, Kelcey crosses her arms, a playful smile on her face. “You guys are cute, and apparently the whole internet thinks so too,” she says with a wink. You roll your eyes good-naturedly. “Yeah, I saw. It’s a bit overwhelming, honestly.” Kelcey laughs. “Overwhelming? Try trending. You two are practically the new royal couple of Dallas.” You laugh, shaking your head.

“It’s wild. I never expected this much attention.” Kelcey nods, her expression softening. “Just enjoy it. It’s not every day you get to be part of a fairytale romance that everyone’s rooting for. Plus, it’s clear Rafe’s crazy about you.” You smile, warmth spreading through your chest. “Yeah, he is. And I’m crazy about him too.”

[srjlvr]

ENHYPEN — As Love Tropes !

enhypen members’ as love tropes ! | ot7!enhypen X gn!reader | genre fluff ! | wc 1.3k+ | warnings none ! | ✎ ᝰ (‘a note from jo’) . i did one with sad love tropes and here’s one with happy happy one!

희승 ✶ (heeseung) | childhood friends to lovers (0.191k)

meeting heeseung for the first time wasn’t awkward at all! you both were eight and hella energetic, you befriended each other as fast as the light. both of your mothers being supportive and happy with your friendship, they forced you two to meet up at least three times a week.

as you grew up, so did your feelings for each other. every day you’d spend your time together, walk to school and then walk home together, even working in the same part time jobs and taking the same shifts to be together.

you were so desperate to confess your feelings to him, and he did too, but it always felt so forbidden to confess, as if it’s going to ruin your friendship entirely.

until one day, heeseung accidentally exposed himself.

“you look so cute in here” he giggled as he looked at the pictures he took of you, “no wonder i like you” he chuckled. you shot your glance at him as he froze, “you…” you whispered.

he coughed, changing his gesture and stepping closer to you, “i like you…” he smiled, finally confessing and not minding about his concerns anymore.

제이 ✶ (jay) | soulmates (0.190k)

you’ve been searching for your soulmate for quite few years already, and you’re almost about to give up.

you got tired of hearing your parents’ love story again and again, how their “eye color changed and the whole world stopped for a few seconds” when they first met each other.

it was a soulmates thing, and “when the right time will come, you’ll know it” — at least that’s what your parents have always told you.

you tried to be more social, going out to parties and meeting new people, just to find your soulmate, but every effort of yours got wasted—not entirely though because now you have loads of friends!

but then you met him, when you didn’t even try or expected to meet him, you did. you accidentally bumped into him while walking with your friend, and as soon as you shared an eye contact, you suddenly felt everything your parents told you about.

“i’m jay” he smiles, “y/n” you shortly replied. your friend who was patiently waiting for you was long forgotten and all you could focus on was him, “i guess i finally found you, soulmate”

제이크 ✶ (jake) | highschool sweethearts (0.204k)

it’s been a few years since jake got his eyes on you, it was love at first sight. you’ve been classmates ever since seventh grade, and both of you slowly became popular and social amongst other students at school.

everyday, he would leave a snack on your desk with a cute note and his name on it, you’d do the same, leaving chocolate bars on his desk with a cute note that has your name in it.

it was no secret that the both of you had been crushing over each other for so many years, yet you’ve never dated. your ‘friendship’ was too sweet and innocent.

until you decided to officially confess to him, and it was no surprise that he returned the feelings. everyone in the school cheered for you two, they’ve been waiting for this moment more than the both of you.

even after highschool your relationship kept strong, he loved you more than anything else, and you made sure to shower him with love as much as you can.

your shared friends always looking at you with such jealousy in their eyes, but “what can we do? we’re the best highschool sweethearts” you teased your friends and pecked jake’s lips.

성훈 ✶ (sunghoon) | enemies to lovers (0.187k)

(i think we can all agree that e2l is so sunghoon coded)

elementary school gave you headaches, especially when the boy you hate the most is always up you ass. but now you’re in highschool, expecting something to be different— oh i bet the universe is laughing it’s ass.

park sunghoon, your worst enemy, the biggest rival you’ve ever had (your first and last rival-) he made sure to make your highschool life a living hell.

always teasing and making jokes about you, he knows very damn well how to piss you off. you tried to avoid him as much as you can, but it’s hard when he’s the one following you.

“stop following me,” you rolled your eyes, “i might think you like me or something”. he stepped closer to you, you stepped back until you bumped into the lockers. he looked deeply into your eyes and smiled, “there’s nothing wrong with liking you”

he then left, leaving you confused and dumbfounded. your cheeks however, turned as red as a tomato— what is wrong with you?!

the poor boy was a blushing mess as well, smiling widely while thinking about how cute you looked so close to him.

선우 ✶ (sunoo) | fake relationship (0.194k)

your best friend sunoo, was willing to help you with whatever you need, whenever you need. so when you asked him to fake date you to make the person you’re crushing over jealous he immediately said yes, even when he was the one crushing over you.

you and sunoo had boundaries, but even with them, you couldn’t help but notice how good he was treating you, acting as if he was your real lover.

as a week passed by, your crush was long forgotten, all you could focus on was sunoo. he was treating you right, from picking you up to school till making you breakfasts and lunches because he knows you’re always accidentally skipping them.

you fell for sunoo, and fell hard.

you didn’t know how to put it in the right words and tell him that you actually fell for him, so he decided to do the first step.

“it was supposed to be fake, but i can’t really fake it anymore y/n,” he sighed, “i like you, i really really do like you” he held your hands while you never felt more relieved, you grabbed his shirt and kissed him.

정원 ✶ (jungwon) | work colleagues (0.169k)

part time jobs are very popular amongst high school students. you want to became independent and have your own money! that’s why you found yourself working in a convenient store close to your house.

at first, you hated it. you were alone most of your shifts and it was starting to become pretty boring. that was then until your boss introduced you to a new worker, his name is yang jungwon.

as soon as you saw him you knew your boring days are over. you immediately befriended him and explained to him everything he needs to know about the work, he listened carefully and took notes.

he’s definitely a cute one.

as time passed, you and jungwon became closer, taking a liking to each other and working in shifts together to be with each other.

“hey” jungwon waved his hand in front of your zoomed out face, “let’s go on a date after this shift ends” he added. you looked at him and nodded, “yeah, yeah let’s do that”

니키 ✶ (niki) | love triangle (0.185k)

niki did his best at expressing his feelings towards you by actions, you were just too dumb to notice how much he likes you.

you and niki have been friends for a while, and as time passed, your feelings for each other grew mutual—you both were clearly in love.

but then you started to hang out with someone else, niki felt like he was falling behind and drifting apart from you when he watched the both of you enjoying each other’s company without him.

the other person fell in love with you too, and now you were stuck between two.

niki was scared to lose you, and you too was scared to lose him. you were so scared to confess your feelings to niki-so it came out naturally and accidentally of course.

“i like you” the other person suddenly confessed, “i’m sorry,” you whispered, “i can’t return the feeling—i like someone else” you looked down, “who is-“ “niki, i like niki” you cut the person. little did you know niki was eavesdropping you two, and was a blushing mess when he heard the sudden confession.

[redrose10]

Here is Chapter 16! It’s a bit shorter. There is either going to be one or two more chapters to this story. It just depends on if I want to split up the next part into two or just do it as one big chapter. We’ll see. Thank you all of all the engagement and sticking with me this whole time!

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word count: 1,368

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

Tag list: @gimeow @kam9404 @viankiss @baechugff @gaby-93 @kayleefriedchicken @igot7fairlyoddparents @jalexad @drrookie

Woo-Sung dropped you back off at Jimins and once inside you were quickly surrounded by three men praising you and thanking you for your quick thinking to get a confession out of Suri. After Yoongi shooed the other two away he wrapped you in hug and led you over to the table.

“So what do we do now?”, you asked while accepting a drink from Yoongi.

Jin cleared his throat, “Well since things didn’t work out exactly like we planned I think we should just go to Suri tomorrow. Let’s not wait it out any more. She knows something is up and the longer we wait the more time it gives her to try and plan something else. We tell her we have the recording and all of the proof that Yoongi is not the father. We’ll give her the chance to just walk away peacefully, but I’m sure she’ll have a tantrum so we have to be prepared for that and anything else she might throw our way.”

Everyone nodded in agreement. Jin continued, “I say Y/N and I will meet up with Yoongi at his place tomorrow morning. We’ll present everything to Suri and go from there.”

After Jin said his goodbyes and Jimin went off to bed you were finally able to get some alone time with Yoongi before he left to go back home.

“You did great today Y/N. Seriously I might just have to hire you. You’d be a great assest to the company.”

“I was so nervous, but I could just tell that things weren’t going anywhere so I knew I had to step in. I’m glad we got what we needed. I just hope everything goes smoothly tomorrow.”

“It will. I know it. And if it doesn’t then fuck it.”

You rested your head on his chest suddenly feeling very tired and overwhelmed.

You could hear his phone getting notification after notification and you both knew exactly who they were from.

He sighed, “I guess I better get going before she has a full blown meltdown.”

“I can’t wait for all of this to be over and we can just move on and live a normal life.”

“Me too. We’re so close and then I can focus on making it up to you. I still owe you quite a bit.”, he smirked.

His lips started at your lips before slowly moving down your neck to your chest. His hands started on your thighs and slowly made their way up. Just as his hands reached the the strap of your bra his phone began ringing again.

He groaned into your shoulder, “Let me answer this. Maybe I can get her to be quiet and go away for a few more hours.”

You smiled watching as he walked over to grab his phone. When he finally returned he had a bit of a pep to his step. As soon as he reached you his lips once again met yours as his hands grabbed your hips pulling you towards the bedroom.

“Wha-what about Suri?”, you asked in between kisses.

“She said she’s going to stay with a friend tonight so she won’t be home so we’re all good.”, he smiled.

You felt a sudden rush of relief knowing that you and Yoongi could spend the night together in peace.

Before you knew it the back of your knees hit the bed and you fell backwards with Yoongi following right behind. With one swift motion your shirt was removed and his not long after. He had your jeans off before you could even blink. Instinctually you reached for his belt buckle, but he grabbed your hands and gently pushed them onto the bed pinning you down.

“This is going to be all about you.”, he said before removing the rest of the thin fabric from your body leaving you completely nude beneath him.

As much as you wanted to protest he didn’t give you the chance as you were quickly hit with a wash of pleasure from the way he touched you.

After what seemed like hours and when you just couldn’t take any more you both shared a shower before getting in bed and quickly falling asleep. You were still surprised at how comforting it felt to have his arms wrapped around you when a year ago it would’ve made your skin crawl.

The next morning you were woken when a swift rush of cold air hit your very warm body. Realizing the cause being that the blanket you were using had been ripped off of the bed and culprit was none other than your best friend Jimin.

Before you could react Yoongi spoke first, “What the fuck Park? Just because you’re our best friend doesn’t mean I won’t fire you.”

Jimin chuckled, “Well after having to spend the night listening to what sounded like a porn being filmed in my own home I just might quit anyways so go ahead and fire me. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to unhear the things I heard last night.” You covered your face in embarrassment while Yoongi laughed next to you.

“What do you need Jimin?”, you asked trying to get out of this situation.

“One of you should probably answer your phone. Jin has been calling for the last hour. He said it’s urgent so call him back.”

You watched as he walked out of the door letting it slam behind him.

“Fuck.”, you heard Yoongi whisper next to you after he grabbed his phone.

He clicked a few buttons before putting the phone on speaker.

“Well well well look who finally decided to call me back. I’ve only called you like twenty five times.”, Jin answered.

“Sorry we just woke up.”, you responded wanting to make sure he knew you were also there.

“Yoongi did you spend the night there?”

“Yeah I did. Suri said she was going to sleep at a friends house so I decided to take the opportunity to stay here.”

Jin chuckled, “Yeah that probably wasn’t a great idea. You should get over here to your place ASAP. You are not going to believe who Suri’s friend is.”

“Wait what’s go-?”, Yoongi went to ask but Jin hung up before he could finish. He looked over at you and chuckled, “Well I guess we better get dressed.” You nodded and you both worked quickly to get dressed and out to the car as soon as possible.

“Who do you think it is?”, you asked on the drive there.

“Who knows at this point.”, he shrugged.

He opened the door to the familiar penthouse and you followed him. Yoongi stopped walking so suddenly you didn’t have time to stop and walked directly into him. Peaking around his shoulder you saw Jin and Suri sitting at the table as you expected, but next to Suri was a woman you’d never seen before. She was one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen. Her hair dyed blond, but it fit her thanks to her tanned skin. It was obvious that she spent a lot of time in the gym as you noticed her perfect proportions thanks to her perfectly fitting designer clothes. Looking down at your leggings and old college sweatshirt combined with your no makeup look and hair thrown in a messy bun you suddenly felt very insecure.

You looked up at Yoongi noticing he hadn’t moved or spoke since walking him the room. He had turned a pale gray color. His eyes focused on the mysterious woman sitting next to a smirking Suri. Jin chewed on his bottom lip not making eye contact with anyone. It seemed like you were the only person who didn’t know this woman.

“Aren’t you going to say hello Yoongi? You don’t want to be rude.”, Suri spoke teasingly.

You watched as Yoongi’s mouth moved up and down, but no sounds came out.

So instead Suri turned her attention to you,

“Oh Hi Y/N, I didn’t even see you there. Must be how you just blend into everything wherever you go.”

You ignored her subtle jab so she continued,

“Let me introduce you two. Mia, this is Y/N, Yoongi’s thing. Y/N, this is Mia, Yoongi’s EX.”

[paradiseismine]

After party - Finn Wolfhard x reader

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x f!reader

Warnings: reader is in the public eye; soft smut (cause, again, Finn is a gentleman); praising; lots of dirty talk; car sex; sex while someone else can hear you (but they can’t see you).

Summary: you were Finn’s plus one on a red carpet for the first time. Heading home with him afterwards, you two are going to have a… Private celebration of your own.

It was the Emmys ceremony. Your first red carpet ever, and Finn’s first red carpet accompanied by his girlfriend: you. He was wearing a fancy black suit by some fancy stylist, and got you a beautiful matching black dress with a high slit that exposed your smooth thigh.

After a ton of pictures at the entrance, you could finally sit down to watch the ceremony and have dinner afterwards. Stranger Things 5 ended up winning the Emmy for Best Drama Series, and you cheered happily for your boyfriend and his cast mates as they got on stage to thank everyone for the prize. It was such a happy evening.

The dinner that followed was delicious and also a great chance to get to know the cast a bit better. Until Finn suddenly gripped your thigh firmly under the table.

- That slit on your dress goes up so high - he whispered to your ear, his hand slowly caressing your skin through the slit. - I’m pretty sure I’ve seen a bunch of guys staring at your legs. I know you’re stunning, but they should know you’re mine.

You bit your lower lip discreetly, you whole body feeling the effects of his touch.

- Finn - you whispered back to his ear, your voice a bit higher than usual. - Don’t touch me like this now… Wait until we’re back at the limo, at least…

- Sure - he agreed, mischievously. - But just until we enter the limo.

The rest of the dinner was good, you were able to keep chatting with some of Finn’s costars and a few other friends, but your mind was still on what could happen afterwards. That boy was such a tease, oh my.

When dinner was over, you two walked up to the limo holding hands. As you entered and Finn shut the car door behind himself, he asked the driver to roll up the partition. You looked at him in a naughty way, already knowing what he was up to. He only promised to keep his hands off of you until you were both in there, of course.

After the partition was up, he spread your legs open gently, making sure you were comfortable with the touch. You grabbed him by the collar of his dress shirt, eager for his lips. His hand was gripping your exposed thigh in a way that made you shiver and moan into the kiss. Your moans have always driven Finn crazy. He groped your ass firmly, his eyes squeezing in delight, to which you moaned loudly in a surprised way. Suddenly, you put your hand over your mouth, remembering that you two weren’t alone in there - the limo wasn’t driving itself, obviously.

- Isn’t the driver going to hear us? - you whispered, a bit embarrassed, loosening his black tie.

- Probably - Finn shrugged, chuckling lightly. - But he’s well paid to keep his mouth shut, don’t worry about him. Focus on us.

He grabbed your chin possessively, leaning in for another passionate kiss. His lips felt like velvet on yours, tasting faintly of red wine, as he was finally old enough to drink at the ceremonial dinner.

- Can I touch you, beautiful? - he asked, the tips of his fingers nearly reaching your underwear.

- Of course, love - you reassured him, breathless.

- Can I tear these off? - he asked again, his voice raspy and sensual as he toyed with your thong. - I need to have you right here, I can’t wait until we get home.

- S-sure babe - you responded, pretty sure you were soaking wet already. He tore off your thong with a single movement, the useless piece of lace now tossed at the limo floor.

His long fingers went straight to your core. He knew exactly what he wanted.

- Ah, you’re so wet - he licked his lips in excitement. - Get on my lap, I need to make you cum. Such a soaking wet pussy needs to cum immediately. - he declared, making you chuckle.

You got on his lap, your back now wrinkling his expensive suit. He used the slit on the dress to expose your thighs and spread your legs across his own.

- Such a good girl - he praised, his lips on your ear, his long fingers now circling your clit slowly. - So pretty and poised for me at the ceremony, so lady-like… Now you can be my naughty little slut again, you can cum on my hand and let out all your pretty moans, my love…

You convulsed slightly on his lap as he continued to touch your drenched pussy, whose wetness made splashy noises that echoed through the entire backseat.

- Finn… - you moaned his name, you mouth agape and your eyes fluttering shut as your climax approached.

- Yes, baby girl, cum for me… I know how to touch you just the way you like, don’t I? You just have to cum, you can’t help it…

You nearly screamed as you came undone under his touch. Your entire body was shaking, squirming, completely wild as your orgasm took over.

- It’s such a shame there’s no mirror on here - Finn cooed to your ear. - You should see how pretty you look while you’re cumming for me.

That dirty mouth was driving you crazy. With his hand still over your pussy, he now took his slick fingers and slowly inserted them into your dripping hole. You could hear Finn pulling air in between his teeth as his fingers were swallowed by your cunt.

- One more time, love? - he said, but you knew it wasn’t a question. Finn absolutely adored getting you to cum multiple times before he even entered you.

His fingers curled inside your soaking wet pussy, finding your g-spot in mere seconds. Massaging your sensitive insides and feeling you clench around his fingers, it’s obvious he couldn’t stay quiet.

- I love seeing you like this - he nibbled on your earlobe. - All spread out for me, moaning my name, desperate for relief… Such a needy little slut.

- Finn, love… - you managed to moan in return. - I’ll…

- Are you gonna cum all over me, baby girl, yeah? Are you gonna make a mess on the backseat with your sweet dripping pussy?

You squirted uncontrollably onto his hand, covering the leather backseat in your arousal, just as he had said. Ugh, he knew you so well. His fingers left your core and met his lips, as Finn loved to taste you after he’d make you cum.

The sight of him sucking off his fingers reminded you of how much you loved to suck his dick. You mouth was watering at the mere thought of having his thick shaft down your throat. You needed him, you needed to please him. Now.

You reached for his belt, trying to unbuckle it in a clumsy way. Finn gently put his right hand over yours.

- Not now, my princess… I’ll have my pleasure once we get home and I tear that dress off your body. - he sounded so feral you could feel some more wetness build up inside you.

You couldn’t wait till you two would finally get home.

[poppitron360]

Ok so in another post I talked about all the reasons why Valzhang is better than Caleo, and I wanted to do one on Valgrace as well (lmk if this should become a series).

Bear in mind I am only on HoH- I haven’t read all of the Caleo bits yet, but I know she ain’t gonna treat him right.

I was originally SUPER sceptical about Valgrace (“I ship them platonically” “Jason is the Token Straight Friend”) and while I don’t think it was ever cannon I 100% THINK IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN.

Seriously, my eyes have been opened to Valgrace, to the point where the fanfic I’m writing about them currently clocks in at around 5,934 words.

I am OBSESSED. It is a PROBLEM.

And some of the fanarts/fanfics of them are SO CUTE I COULD DIE- it was hard NOT to ship them after reading some of y’all’s stuff. Keep up the good work.

Anyway buckle up ‘cause I’m ‘bouta write a whole dam essay on this.

1. The whole appeal of Jason Grace’s character is that he sees through your insecurities and lifts you up because he is too pure for this world. So narratively speaking, why is he with the most stable character? Yeah, Piper’s got issues, but compared to the others? She’s doing pretty well for herself. I mean, her parents are ALIVE!! Wouldn’t it just make more sense, narratively speaking, to put Jason with the MOST insecure character??? He can support Leo, help him in his arc, and it would give Jason a time to shine by highlighting his best qualities.

2. Throughout most of the books, Jason is the ONLY ONE who actually consistently sees through Leo’s mask. Everyone else’s POV of Leo is “Haha Leo said something funny and goofy and we’re all trying to be serious here, Leo. Gods, he’s soooo annoying!”, whereas Jason’s POV is like “Jason could see that Leo was desperately trying to keep it together for the good of the group, and he thought that was noble and brave and good and kind and awesome.” Like I said above, he’s able to lift Leo up because he sees him, and knows him. Something Calypso never did. There are several interactions, during TLH particularly, where Jason is just like “Hey, Leo? You are great. You are awesome. You have saved our lives multiple times. Whatever just went wrong, it wasn’t your fault. Stop beating yourself up about everything. You are a valued and respected member of this team. I love and appreciate you.” And Leo still puts up those walls with the jokes and the sarcastic remarks, and Jason is nothing but patient with him. Calypso was never like that.

3. I can’t find the line in the book, but there’s a bit in HoH where Jason’s worrying about the “To Storm or Fire, the World must fall” line in the prophecy, and he says words to the effect of “I like living, but I’d rather I die than Leo, anyway horses-” and seriously?? Rick missed a trick by not making them a couple. There is WAY more potential for angst if there’s that romantic feeling involved, knowing one of them is going to die, and both being willing to sacrifice themselves for one another like this is “Merchant of Venice” or something (I will explain the obscure Shakespeare reference in the comments). Calypso would never give up her LIFE for Leo, and Leo would only give up his because she’s hot.

4. Okay, most of this is copy-pasted from my post about Valzhang, but it still applies, and it applies to them maybe more so. They get so much more time together to establish a meaningful relationship. Their arc carries over all five books, and we get to form connections as a reader to them both, so the payoff is a lot more satisfying. Unlike Calypso, Jason is his own character separately, and not just an add-on to Leo’s arc. Their friendship is a key focus in their chapters, and a key point in their character development, as Jason is the first person Leo ever opens up to about his mom. When Calypso showed up, Leo had already gone through that journey of letting down those walls, so it was a lot less meaningful. They had little to no time to develop a relationship, and we never get a chance to care about Calypso as a person. She’s just kind of a plot point for Leo/Percy’s own development, and never her own character.

5. What separates Leo and Calypso from the other relationships in the series is that they were not written for each other. Frank and Hazel? Written for each other. Jason and Piper? Written for each other. Percy and Annabeth? FUCKING WRITTEN TO BE TOGETHER FOREVER. Cal was brought in during BoTL to cockblock Percabeth, and then Rick realised Leo “needed” a girlfriend, so picked her. But you know what two characters were written to be best friends right from the get-go? Like literally it’s established in the first couple pages of the first book? Jason and Leo. Much like how Valzhang were always meant to be rivals, Jason and Leo were always meant to be best friends.

6. Like I said in the last post, Leo doesn’t NEED a girlfriend. He can heal his trauma with friends and found family, learning to love and accept himself, learning that he doesn’t actually need the attention of a hot girl to be valid. Jason is the best person to help him on that journey, seeing as how his character thrives in uplifting others. The only person who ever loved Leo unconditionally died when he was eight. His blood relatives abandoned him, and he clearly wasn’t treated very well in the foster homes. He constantly feels like he has to work to prove he’s earned his place among the Seven because for him, family has never been a guarantee. Jason cares for Leo even when he’s fucked up, even when he’s a crying mess on the floor, even when he feels most like he doesn’t deserve to be cared for. Leo thinks he needs the attention of a hot girl to give him validation. What he really needs is to find a place among his brethren- and Jason offers him that place.

So, kids, that was it for today’s edition of “Why Literally Any Ship Is Better Than Caleo”. Tune in next time for our fav ✨trauma twinsies✨ Valdangelo!

[kamianya-ttv]

You’re not lazy, you’re neurodivergent:

A post on executive dysfunction, ADHD inattentiveness and hyperfocus, and whatever else occurred to me as related as I originally wrote this for twitter.

If you’re like me, you’ve probably been called lazy by people in your life. But the thing is, there’s almost no-one (if anyone) who’s actually lazy. And I promise you, if you’ve felt guilty because there are things you should be doing and can’t get them done? You are NOT lazy.

I'll get to executive dysfunction, the main focus of this thread in a moment. Because I want to start by talking about ADHD and hyperfocus.

Is it hard for you to pay attention to things you don't enjoy, but can focus for hours on things you do?

Does the world ever disappear to the point you forget to eat/drink while you're working? Can you suddenly get days worth of work done in a short amount of time, but only once it's the last minute, or when you get into the zone? But you don't necessarily have control over getting into that mode?

Hyperfocus

The reason this is related to this thread is that often this is the "proof" that you're lazy. Look, if you're interested you get things done! Look at how much you can do when you "just make yourself" or "just focus"! Clearly you just don't want to do the thing.

I can't tell you how many days I've sat there trying to get into a zone that's eluding me, losing sleep and feeling guilty, just to finally hyperfocus in the final day and pull out a miracle.

But I have ZERO ability to force it (I have tricks! but it's not the same).

Hyperfocus often gets brought up as a "you can't have ADHD, look how focus on the things you enjoy! Look what happens when you do focus!"

But actually, it's a major aspect of inattentive ADHD!

So, that's why hyperfocus matters in this convo.

Now onto Executive Dysfunction.

To start with, a quick note: Executive dysfucntion is not just an ADHD thing. It's an aspect of a lot of different neurodivergencies.

Also, this is primarily from my perspective as a person with ADHD, I'd love to hear your versions of these experiences!)

I like to describe executive dysfunction as "the start button isn't there."

Also, this isn't just for chores or boring things.

Have you ever sat there going "I want to game" but it just never happens?

I sure have!

When you have executive dysfunction, this means that starting tasks can be near impossible. You just can't get yourself to start it. Often, you may sit there staring at the document with the blinking cursor, or looking at the stove, or glancing at the full laundry basket, etc

But again, there's no start button. You just can't do the thing. Which makes it really hard when people tell you to just focus, or that you could do it if you just cared, or that you're just lazy.

Because we want to do the thing! We do!

(I mean, okay, want may be a strong word sometimes, I never WANT to do chores, but it's still not an intentional putting it off. It's more an "I need to do this thing, I know I need to, I want it to be done, but I can't get myself to do it")

Now for me, and many with ADHD, once someone points out you haven't done the thing, or when the deadline comes close, suddenly the start button appears

Which again, people use as proof you totally could have done the thing the whole time.

So clearly you were just lazy & are only doing it cause you got yelled at/prodded/nagged.

But this isn't true, there was no start button!

@adhd-alien has a PERFECT comic on this: https://twitter.com/ADHD_Alien/status/1138475368191598594

Now, we learn tricks to deal with this. Or meds may help.

For me, I find ways to enforce outside deadlines, or I'm more likely to have. a start button for something I'm doing with/for other people.

But ultimately, our brains just don't work the same.

So for someone where the start buttons are always there, who assumes everyone is the same as them, it looks like we're actively making the choice not to hit start.

So they call us lazy, unable to see us desperately trying to hit a button that's just. Not. There.

Now, add on to this all the other comorbidities that come with neurodivergency, we almost never have just one thing. Add on physical disabilities or chronic/invisible illnesses or chronic pain or fatigue.

All of these make it so much harder.

There are SO many things that affect our abilities to get things done.

For example, I had a doctor appointment four days in a row (OT, neurologist, OT, infusion). I also helped schedule an event, and did a stream.

Before MS and chronic pain that would be nothing.

I could have done SO much more, filled my days with getting things done.

Now? I'm spending today on the couch, recovering before my stream tonight.

And I have to fight so much guilt, because I feel like I should be doing more. But my body just CAN'T.

So.

Do you feel guilty, but you just can't start the thing?

Is there no start button?

Are you exhausted and your body is insisting you rest?

There are so many things that affect our ability to do things.

Brains, bodies, the world we live in.

But you're not lazy.

[cloveroctobers]

IN WHICH YOU GO CAMPING! | The Bear —[Summer Writings]

A/N: i haven’t done some somewhat lengthy preferences in a while and I miss it. They’re direct and quick which is why I like reading them as much as I like writing them lol. I think I’ll blame the caffeine (and gorgeous weather) for dropping two works in a week but I’m also excited for season three so there’s many reasons for this! Hope you guys like 🖤

WARNINGS: language & feels?

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞

SYDNEY: when you brought up the idea of going camping (staying in a cabin) over breakfast at Sydney’s place, she paused from putting her fork into her mouth as she stared over at you with her round eyes. “…you mean…outside?” You laugh with a nod of your head, “well where else are we supposed to do it? We’re in the city so we need to be one with nature! With greenery and not bozos who think they can drive.”

Sydney listened to you talk, putting her phone down to give you her undivided attention. She noticed how excited you seemed to be about getting away, bringing your own phone out to show some Airbnb that was ready to be booked and that you could even invite the rest, if they were willing to take two to three days off for a little “summer fun.” Now with the bear being revamped and carmy being even more of a pain in the ass, it would be hard to convince everyone to go and taking Sydney had Carmy doing a big exhale. He knew he had a lot to make up for and since Sydney had a contract to go over he bid his farewell with a quiet, “have a good time…and text me when you get back.”

You didn’t dwell on that too much since you were just glad you got to spend time with your girl. Fak and Marcus even tagged along and that seemed to ease Syd’s worries about the stay turning into a whole, “Friday the 13th murder scene.” And not because they were men—you knew how to use a shotgun—but there was always strength in numbers. Now fully booked it was go mode with a check list of making sure you had everything prepared and packed on days leading up until it was time to go. It excited you that Syd seemed to be down for the trip until…it came down to fishing and there happened to be an angry snake in the boat, causing panic and a flip of the boat sending the both of you crashing into the water together. Fak didn’t notice anything because he was too busy taking advantage of the whole painting outside with his back to the water while he went into air drummer mode to some music with headphones on.

Marcus knew he heard something but he was messing around in the kitchen and didn’t think much of it. He spun back around just in time as a soaked Sydney went stomping by, he looked at you with a tilt of his head along with a frown as he pointed in Sydney’s direction, “she good?”

You sheepishly smiled with a shake of your head, whispering to him that you’d, “tell him later,” before sprinting forward to a huffing and puffing Sydney upstairs. After your showers, You helped her blow dry and spray down her braids so they wouldn’t get frizzy, avoiding her burning gaze in the reflection of the mirror. “So…that was adventurous.”

The creaking of Sydney gripping the sink so tight could be heard as she questioned through clenched teeth, “I thought you said there weren’t any snakes!”

“I mean does anyone truly know what’s in the water?” You asked while Sydney slowly turned to face you and if looks could kill…you wouldn’t have to worry about Jason Voorhees at all.

CARMY: you’ve been talking about camping since forever. You first brought it up as a thought to spend Christmas together, away from everyone possibly in a cabin or even renting a RV, and thought that the snowy landscape would be a pretty view and you knew that was one holiday carmy hated. He would commonly brush it off, letting it go in one ear and out the other keeping his focus on any and anything else. He didn’t mean to do it on purpose but he wasn’t exactly keen at the idea either. There was so much to do and camping wasn’t one of them. Carmy barely had free time and it was a miracle that he wasn’t fucking up his relationship with you. You stood ten toes down for your man but when you got the call from sugar (at a surprisingly good day at work) where Carmy refused to take an ambulance ride after passing out from an anxiety attack at the bear? you had enough.

“I’m fine.” He started but you whipped around to him, a fire so bright in your eyes.

“Are you fine with the fact that you could drop dead from cardiac arrest one day?”

This situation wasn’t that but carmy wouldn’t be surprised if that was how he went out one day. He couldn’t even tell you when’s the last time he had a physical and his own father passed from a heart attack due to heart disease when he was young.

He blinks, his hair greasy and pointing in all sorts of directions, “…if that’s how I’m meant to expire then there’s not much I can do about it then.”

Wrong choice of words to say to someone like you. The tears were hot from the corner of your eyes as you gripped carmy by the collar of his shirt, yanking him so that you were nose to nose. “I’m telling you that I’m willing to take care of you since you won’t do it yourself and this is how I’m going to do it: You’re leaving the bear behind for a couple of days to Syd and Nat for a change of scenery.”

Carmy scrunches up his face, “Are you out of your mind?!”

“Yeah and so are you!” You knocked your forehead against his in warning while he moved his from yours, “I will fucking drag you Carmen, try me.”

The side eyes were strong as he drove down to Plymouth, Indiana while you’re singing along to the radio and tearing up a bag of veggie chips. He’s been all over the world seeing some stunning sights and even tried out for boys scouts way back until…Donna ruined that. Carmy always preferred the city, the noise was much easier to drown out when everything was too much at times compared to the slow and quiet. Silence was something he didn’t think he could ever get used to. To put it simply, Carmy wasn’t thrilled about this trip and knew he wouldn’t live it down from everyone at the bear once he got back.

He had plans to check in during: prep, opening, rush hour, and dinner but as soon as you started walking the woods shirtless he was on his feet. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?! You don’t know what kind of sickos are out here.” His hands are shaking as he’s trying to keep his eyes trained on your face, yanking up his red rain coat to wrap across your front while he peers around the trees only hearing the birds sing and the running of water from the river out east.

“Well maybe it needs to be free the nipple time for you to spend quality time with me and not your phone. I’m surprised you still have signal out here anyway.”

Carmy sighed, “I’m sorry…I just want to make sure things are running the way it should.”

“Uh huh and you worry too much. We’ve only been out for three hours and you’re still thinking about everything back home…which means I’m not doing my job enough so.” You attempt to get out of Carmy’s arms as he’s still shielding you from any hikers or killers.

Carmy tries to reason with you, “alright, okay! Can you just put a shirt on, please? I’ll make us something and we can take a walk along the river after to talk?”

You lift your chin, pretending to think about it before smiling, “I’ll get the flameless candles.”

Carmy puffs out a laugh with a shake of his head, you peck his cheek, ready to slip from his grasp but he’s still holding the jacket. You scoff as you slip your arms through it so it’s fitting backwards against your frame, holding your fingertips out the too wide of a jacket to show that you’re secure, Carmy steps back with a scratch of his brow and a dip of his head. He watches as you make a show, strutting back to the tent, which is not far from where you two stood and even tease him a little, letting the jacket slip while glancing at him over your bare shoulder.

“Y/n…” he warns while you just laugh and continue on.

Soon you’re sitting by the fire you both manage to put together, you wanted to use the utility lighter but Carmy already had some smoke going by the time you found it. You got comfy on the log beside Carmy as he got to work making some veggie fried rice that you knew would taste as good as being back at home. You were dating an award winning chef here! you had no doubts about the taste as carmy was always in his zone.

Crossing your ankles over each other you watched him work, knowing just how much pride he put into his craft. The stress was what Carmy was used to and you knew that but you were also ready to give him balance. To show that there was more you can have outside of the hustle of being a chef. That’s what this was and as you wrapped your arms around Carmy’s right arm, you nuzzled your cheek against his shoulder letting him know that you were still here.

To teach him.

He’s stops bouncing his knee a bit as he settles back against the log, letting the rice cook down some more. The both of you watch the flames beneath the pot, the two of you had the fire inside, with yours being beneath your feet and Carmy’s being in his heart—or maybe it was the constant heartburn? It wasn’t meant to be dimmed by each other or tamed it was meant to be worked with.

Carmy slightly turns to you then, brushing his lips against the top of your head, which you briefly close your eyes to at his affection. He shifts to rest his on top of yours and exhales. If this wasn’t love…then it was damn near close.

RICHIE: “get your ass over here, Richard!” You chased the lanky man around with the camp fork.

His laughter echoes off the trees as he’s doing his damn best running circles around you. You were doing him a solid, coming out here camping because it was his ex-wife Tiffany’s idea. Which then led to her fiancé putting it into motion and then Eva wanted Richie there—although they were all there to get to know each other—but then richie thought it would be cool to ask you to tag along. You didn’t really want to be outside in the woods unless it was a lake house or even a damn cottage! But Richie lied to you telling you it was combination of both of those things and this is how you ended up here.

Surrounded by grass.

He thought it would be funny to throw a raw sausage at you across the fire. Of course you can take a joke, you had to half of the time with a guy like Richard Jerimovich! What made it worse was him squeezing mustard at you right after. The both of you got here earlier since Tiffany had a last minute situation she needed to take care of and just pinged the area for you two to go ahead and they’d catch up a little later.

It was much later.

“Aw come on pork jizz is funny!”

“It’s childish is what it is and Eva isn’t even here!”

“Well thank god for that because I was thinkin’ we can break in that tent before everyone gets here, whadda say?” He wiggles his eyebrows while you catch your breath.

You peered at the lopsided tent, “I think! I should not only kick your butt for doing that and ruining my favorite lollygagging frog shirt but for also lying.”

“Sweetheart, you wouldn’t have thought twice if I told you the truth. I need you here, okay! Is that what you want to hear?” Richie asks.

You tilt your head to the side, “you need me?”

“Is it not obvious?! I’ve been shitting myself thinking about this Frank guy being not only in Eva’s life but ours. What if he’s—

“Nope! We’re not doing that.” You step towards Richie who steps back, puffy blues locked on the weapon, which you cackle at before tossing it to the side and holding your hands up in surrender, “don’t go back to bringing yourself down for some guy we barely know when you’ve shown nothing but personal growth. Your greatness doesn’t have to come at the expense of other’s past versions of you.”

Your hands are locked across his waist now as Richie closes one eye to think about what was being said, “…so what you’re saying is: I’m pretty fucking great?”

A smirk spreads over his face while you roll your eyes with a groan. He leans down to press a scratchy kiss against your slightly sweaty neck but he doesn’t mind. “Nah but all jokes aside, that means a lot coming from you.”

“And it’s nice to know that I’m needed.”

“If I ever gave you that impression then I dunno what the hell I was smoking that day, baby!”

You laugh a little before taking the mustard from your chin to smear right on the corner of Richie’s unamused lips.

Eva’s voice cuts in before Richie can retaliate and it’s a sight to see Richie beam up at the small blonde, “Daddy!”

He steps around you as you inhale and also turn to watch him bend to catch the running girl into his arms. Tiffany’s fiancé drags their own equipment and bags where your set up was while the beach waved woman awkwardly makes her way over to you. She waves, which you return as she stands beside you to follow your sight of richie with Eva.

“We’re late, I know! I’m sorry about that. What have you two been up to?” Tiffany starts with her dark doe eyes.

You turn your head to her, hands on your hips, which makes her look down at your chin and the graphic v-neck, “it’s Richie…I shouldn’t even have to ask right? I’ve got some tide to go if you want it?”

“Would you be so kind?” You two share a laugh, “The stench of mustard is actually starting to make me gag.”

And with that you two make your way over to their set up in process, making yourselves comfortable around each other.

MIKEY: The rough taps against your face brings you back to your senses. You blink the water from your lashes but feel a chill run up your body until a warm breeze glides over you and makes you realize you’re in the arms of someone.

“There you are! I’ve got ya.” Michael’s voice is heard from behind you and you should have known.

Keeping your low-lidded eyes locked on the rolling water you rasp out, “did I just drown?”

“Almost honey, you didn’t take any water to the lungs i don’t think. It took me a minute to find you after the boat got away from us.” Michael tightens his hold on you while you try to move around, “take it easy, will you? You got a nasty bump on the forehead and I managed to get your nose to stop bleedin’.”

It’s like you didn’t feel any of that until Michael mentioned it. A shaky hand went up to one of your nostrils, feeling the crust at the end and wince at the ache from the top of your brow. “Mike, what the hell happened? We were fine, the water was good.”

You’re much more of a water person than Michael was, being deep into water sports since you were younger and carrying it into your adulthood. Your family had their own sailboats, you were on a white water rafting team where you’ve competed in championships all over the world, and your parents were into windsurfing and all that jazz. You knew to respect the water at all times but you couldn’t remember how you got to this point.

Michael always missed out on majority of your championships even if they were in the states but would always ask questions (even if it was local and played on tv at the restaurant or he found a link to stream from his phone) and be ready to hear you tell him every detail so he figured it was time to see you in action out here. That was starting to look like a mistake now. He just didn’t expect this outing to end up with your kayak in pieces and being swept under with the current.

“It was crazy, we didn’t have time to figure anything out. The wind was picking up, you got whacked by a too low hanging branch because I was trying to show you the animal, I saw a fucking bobcat just watchin’ the show from the sidelines as a whirlpool basically grabbed us by the balls!” Michael was getting heated now as he rubbed at his jaw in irritation, “I need a cigarette and to keep you far from this water.”

You looked out towards the mentioned liquid, “what happened to the kayak?”

“What do you mean what happened to it? It’s gone, evaporated into the water where it got damn belongs!” Michael gruffed out.

You sigh as you lightly touch Michael’s arm, “freak accidents happen all the time, Mike.” You started, making the man lean back to look at you in disbelief while you continued, “I’m okay though, did you get hurt?”

“Yeah I did get hurt honey, by losing sight of you!” Michael exasperated with a, “Jesus Christ,” thrown in underneath his breath.

You’re craning your neck to get a good look at the clean shaved man, not taking his word of not having any physical injuries, “So I guess it’s safe to say you won’t be out on the water with me anymore?”

Michael huffs, “and if I had a say in any of this, you wouldn’t be out on it anymore either.”

“Glad you know me so well.” You laugh then wince again at moving too many muscles in your face, “that’s just like me taking you away from Chicagoland.”

Michael sighed as he reached another hand to caress your face, eyes locked on the lump above your brow, “it’s just a place to past the time…but i don’t wanna waste any of mine without you.”

You knew the highs and lows of the family restaurant so those words weren’t a shock to you. Of course Michael had love for the family business but when you take everything on your shoulders you learn to become uncomfortably comfortable with it. Sure he had dreams of what it could be but things never worked out in his favor so he just kept on pushing the best way he knew how.

He shouldn’t be dependent on anybody because he never had to be but whenever you were in his arms? made life just feel a whole lot better.

Worth something, even.

“Was that a line, Mikey bear?” You tease while the man rolls his eyes, swiftly gripping your jaw to peck your lips.

He winks playing into your humor, “Did it work? Naaah but I mean it, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I don’t know what I would have done if I didn’t—

You shush him, “so don’t think about it. I love you, mean it.”

“I love you too, honey.”

“You mean it?”

“Always.”

“Good, now get me outta here before we become bobcat food.”

Michael doesn’t hesitate getting to his feet (although he’s had his own sticks ready to battle if the bobcat did ever show its face up close) and scooping you into his strong and loving arms. You try to protest but he’s not trying to hear any of it, getting you far from the water and into safety.

LUCA: “I knew it! We’re lost and I told you compasses are nothing but lies and set ups!” You dramatically fling yourself against the 10,001 tree you’ve seen today.

The golden blond shakes his head at you, blues locked on the device rather than your complaints. “I’m going to get us out of here.”

“So you finally admit it, we’re lost.”

Camping in Copenhagen was much different than in the states. They give you camp sites and everyone can lounge around like it’s some big festival with their tents or vehicles or you could venture out on a hike to find your own secluded spot. You should have never let your on and off again boyfriend fling? talk you into this.

Luca continues to ignore you, turning each and every way. He pauses for some time, eyes locked on the sky. “That doesn’t look good,” he mutters before waving his hand at you, “we need to find shelter and quickly.”

You’re already on your feet and say at his back in close proximity, “what is it? Do you see a bear?”

He says over his shoulder, “No…a storm is coming.”

You just about collapsed at those words. This was just what you two needed! to be lost in the woods that probably had Blair witch lurking in them along with a storm deciding to rip through. You wanted nothing more than to strangle the beautiful Brit in front of you.

Should have never let him hike his way through your trail against one of these trees, further delaying your path to an overlook but regardless you probably would have gotten lost since the both of you were out of your elements.

Luca nods his head in the direction you would be going, expecting you to follow. You do but not without grumbles and constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure nothing was lurking and ready to attack. In summary, you were not much of an outdoorsy person. You would have much rather spent your time at a pool or spa but Luca asked you to spend the weekend with him…which wasn’t necessarily random but you two were “off” in your relationship.

So you thought.

Luca wasn’t looking for a serious relationship due to the heights he continued to reach at the restaurant and he’s been your on going rebound after being cheated on. Why did that completely change after months of having an intimate relationship? It was a total cliche that you always kicked yourself for whenever you thought about Luca.

Not watching where you were going, your ankle was yanked back while you were walking thanks to being too much in your head, which sent you tumbling right into the dirt. You yelped, feeling the pain radiate through your ankle and the soreness circling in your belly now.

“Oh, what have you done? Can’t walk and daydream at the same time can you?” Luca says, making light of this situation while you managed to toss the dirt in your hands at his own feet.

You hiss as you try to sit back on your knees and there’s concern in Luca’s natural arched brows. He’s squatting, eyeing the swell of your ankle. “That’s not good.”

“Ya think!?”

“Your attitude I’m not loving today.”

“I probably just sprained my ankle and we’re going to be eaten alive by a storm! Or worse being possessed by the witch! So I don’t care!”

Luca exhales as he makes quick work of taking his backpack off to find the first aid kit. He’s wrapping your ankle, grabbing your water from the side of your bag and forcing you to drink. “Nothing is going to get us if we keep moving, yeah? At a much slower pace now but we make work with what we have. You’ll hold my hand and this stick to support your foot.” He hands over a large stick, “slow and steady wins the race I guess. I won’t leave you because if I really wanted to…i don’t think I would have invited you out here and would have done so ages ago.”

A glare is send right to a grinning Luca while you swallow your water, making him pinch your chin which you slapped away. “I don’t know why I like you or put up with you.”

“Just like you said, you actually like me. Really like me.” He continued to pick with you, helping you to your feet, “stop being a negative Nancy and look at the bright side. It’s not a completely bad day…once we find shelter I’ll share your favorite, The Romsnegl.”

You perk up at that as Luca intertwines your fingers now, “you made some?”

“Course I did.” Luca casts a glance over at you as you start moving or in your case limping, “I knew it would be only a matter of time before you went into your rants about hating nature so it was my task to make the treats.”

“Sounds like you really like me too.” You say after some silence, lightly bumping Luca’s arm who snorted with a roll of his eyes.

It’s drizzling now but in the distance you both lock eyes with a structure that you knew Luca would deem as shelter. The lightening blinks through the sky, making you two pick up some speed in your steps. You wait outside the hobbit like cave as Luca checks it out just in time as the downpour pelts down.

Plopping down right at the entrance but out the way of the rain, you stretch out while shining your own flashlight around the small cave while Luca is searching through his own bag.

“Luca…what’s that?” You shine the light at the back of his pink neck.

He turns back to you with the container of pastries, “What?”

“You have something on your neck, babes.” You pointed with a scrunch of your nose.

He shrugs,“It’s probably from my other lovers.”

You don’t feed into that considering the vents from earlier, “I’m serious, Lu.”

He slides the container your way while he takes a hand to brush against the side and back of his neck. Frowning he asks you to take a picture and starts to scratch at it once you show him.

He deeply sighs, “This is either poison Ivy or some other sort of bug bites.”

“Welp there goes the Romsnegl.” You shuffle off your bag and grab some spray, motioning for the tatted man to face away from you.

Spraying him down and waving the air to help it dry the both of you turn to face the storm.

Luca leans towards you over the thunder, trying his best not to scratch,“okay…I officially agree. Camping fucking sucks.”

You laugh, sending Luca a knowing glance before throwing yourself back against the ground with your arms thrown over your head.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞

Continue with my summer prompts & writings here.

[wingedblooms]

I am a fan of Elain and azriel but I really want to ask why azriel was holding Bryce hands for a long time. We all know he hates physical contacts, but that part has been on my mind for a while

Thank you for sending this to my inbox. 🫶 You’re right, he doesn’t often initiate physical contact so it is worth noting when he does. When I read the scene below, though, I laughed because it reminded me of when I hold my child’s hand as we’re crossing the street. My child will run off, straight into danger, without my guidance. I know that Bryce is an adult, but Azriel acts a bit like a parent in this whole sequence. He does not trust Bryce to walk on her own or do what she says she will do and tries to exert control (for everyone’s safety) as a result. And to be honest, his suspicions are valid: she lied and drew a wyrm to them with her bleeding hand before this, and distracts him and runs for it in this specific scene.

“There are caves and doors throughout the land,” Azriel said, “that open into distant places. Maybe that was one of them.” His gaze flicked to Bryce, noting how closely she was listening to all that, and said, “Let’s go in.”

He took Bryce’s hand in his broad, callused one, pulling her toward the chamber beyond. His face was a mask of cold determination in the light of the golden orbs floating over them, his hazel eyes darting around to monitor the gloom.

This close to him, hand in hand, she could feel the sword and dagger again thrumming and pulsing. They throbbed against her eardrums—

The hilt of the Starsword shifted in her direction—she could have reached out and touched it with her other hand. One movement, and its hilt would be in her grip.

Azriel shot her a warning look.

[…]

Bryce sucked in a breath. “I’m going in. Keep a step back,” she warned Azriel.

“And miss the fun?” Azriel muttered. Nesta chuckled behind them.

“I mean it,” Bryce said, trying to tug her hand from his. “You stay here.”

His fingers tightened on hers, not letting go. “What do you sense?”

“Wards,” Bryce replied, again scanning the arena-sized cavern ahead. And there, right in the center of the space…

[…]

Azriel scanned the chamber, still not letting go of Bryce’s hand as he said to Nesta, “We don’t know what else might be kept at bay in here.”

“I didn’t sense anything except the Harp last time,” Nesta replied, but she still assessed the chamber with a warrior’s focus.

“We also didn’t sense that there was a second entrance into this place,” Azriel countered. “We can assume nothing right now.”

[…]

Bryce’s fingers tightened around the amulet. Then she looked over Azriel’s shoulder, and her eyes widened. “Watch out!”

He dropped her hand instantly, whirling to the unseen, unsensed opponent. The nonexistent opponent.

Bryce moved with Fae swiftness, and by the time Azriel realized there was nothing there, she’d already crossed the ward line.

Cold fury tightened his features, but Nesta was smirking with something like approval.

“You’re on your own now,” Azriel said, blue stones glimmering at his hands with a cold fury that matched his expression. (hofas)

This does not carry a hint of romance to me. It’s even more noticeable when we compare specific scenes:

He took Bryce’s hand in his broad, callused one, pulling her toward the chamber beyond. His face was a mask of cold determination in the light of the golden orbs floating over them, his hazel eyes darting around to monitor the gloom. (hofas)

He took Bryce’s hand and pulled her. But Elain?

“Can I set you up in the garden? The herbs you planted are coming in nicely.”

“I can help her,” said Azriel, stepping to the table as Elain silently rose. No shadows at his ear, no darkness ringing his fingers as he extended a hand.

Nesta monitored him like a hawk, but kept silent as Elain took his hand, and out they went. (acowar)

He offers his hand, she accepts it, and they walk out together. Offer and permission.

Similarly, Bryce takes Truth-Teller from Azriel.

There were two blades practically screaming for her to use them. Bryce again reached out a hand, her will, toward Azriel. And as surely as the Starsword had done, Truth-Teller flew from his grip. He tried to grab it, but even his swift lunge wasn’t fast enough to stop it. To stop Bryce as the knife soared for her fingers.

The dagger’s hilt landed in her palm, cool and heavy.

Her body began to hum. Like having one blade in each hand—the Starsword and Truth-Teller—electrified her.

And proceeds to leave with it despite his panic and pleading (🥺).

“Please,” Azriel said, his gaze now on her hands. On the Starsword—and on Truth-Teller. Something like panic filled his hazel eyes.

Shaking her head, Bryce backed toward the hole she’d made in the world. In the universe. She could only pray it would lead her to Midgard. (hofas)

But he offers Truth-Teller to Elain and she accepts it. Azriel has never allowed anyone to touch his dagger, but he chose to give it to Elain…amid the sighing meadow grasses, poetry once again dripping from his lips in her presence. This act required deep trust and care. He could have offered her a different dagger, but he didn’t. He gave her the one that meant the most to him.

And now, standing amongst the sighing meadow grasses in his Illyrian armor, all seven Siphons gleaming…

Elain’s eyes widened at the obsidian-hilted blade in Azriel’s scarred hand. The runes on the dark scabbard.

“It has never failed me once,” the shadowsinger said, midday sun devoured by the dark blade. “Some people say it is magic and will always strike true.” He gently took her hand and pressed the hilt of the legendary blade into it. “It will serve you well.”

“I—I don’t know how to use it—”

“I’ll make sure you don’t have to,” I said, grass crunching as I moved closer.

Elain weighed my words…and slowly closed her fingers around the blade.

Cassian gawked at Azriel, and I wondered how often Azriel lent out that blade—

Never, Rhys said from where he finished buckling on his own weapons against the side of the wagon. I have never once seen Azriel let another person touch that knife.

Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade. (acowar)

And she immediately returns it to him, most likely grasping its importance and proving his instincts and trust are well placed.

But Elain had given it back—had pressed it into Azriel’s hands after the battle, just as he had pressed it into hers before. And then walked away without looking back. (acofas)

Sarah made the dynamics very different for a reason. There’s a reason the shadowsinger would only give up his dagger to and spout poetry for the lovely fawn, and I am excited to learn more about that in the next book. ✨

[snoopyana]

unclear.

“i don’t know if i’m in love with you or the idea of loving you.”

everyone has a time in their relationship where they seem distant. of course though, you didn’t suspect him of cheating, you just suspected that he was falling out of love. and maybe you were too. but you two could fix it, right?

jung sungchan. angst.

you both knew this conversation was necessary. both having things weighing heavy on your shoulders, it came down to who spoke first. but your words were caught in your throat — maybe it was a bad idea to do this in a public setting. while trying to compose your erratic nerves, sungchan sat silently, his fingers tapping onto the wooden table that you two were seated in. the silence was almost unbearable, as if the whole café knew what was going on and purposefully fell silent.

“sungchan.” your voice caused the man’s eyes to shift their focus from the window to your face. the eye contact making you choke-up again. he took notice of the nervousness that seemed to basically form a cloud over your body — taking it upon himself to say the sentence that you oh-so-dreaded. “i think we should breakup.” leaning back into his seat, sungchan crossed his arms over his chest. scanning your face for a reaction — a reaction that came in the form of tears. his soft voice paired with his heart shattering words made your already sour mood take a plummet to the deepest depths of your soul.

you were quick to use the pads of your thumbs to swipe away any tears. “yeah, i’ve wanted to tell you for awhile now but,” taking in a shaky breath, you had to conqeur up all your strength to even look at the man that was seated across from you, “i don’t know if i’m in love with you or the idea of loving you sungchan.” your eyes flickered across his face for a sign of anything. sadness, anger, hurt. you just wanted a reaction. but he didn’t give you one. so you continued.

“and it’s so unclear in my mind and i’ve tried to make sense of it every-time we’re together.”shifting in your seat, his silence made you feel so uncomfortable. as if he really didn’t care for what you were saying. it was almost as if he was waiting for you to finish so he could leave. sucking in a breath, your lips parted to quickly finish the tangent that you were on. “because it’s not love when we don’t talk anymore, and it’s not love when you make me feel like i’m a bore.” that got his attention, now he was the one shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“i never did that, i always gave you my attention to the fullest.” perking up in his seat, his hands falling onto his knees with a sigh. was this really gonna be a messy breakup? “that’s the thing sungchan, you not once ever even realized that you made me feel that way. you never truly paid attention. always thinking you were right.” you mumbled the last part under your breath, but he heard. he heard you loud and clear.

“really? come on dude. don’t make this any more complicated than it has to be. i did see know how you felt, why else would we be having this conversation?” this conversation. the same conversation that was overstepping that already blurred line of what one would consider a ‘clean breakup’ because he didn’t want to listen. you started to fidget with the rings that decorated your fingers, ready to leave this conversation, leave this place.

leave him.

“if you saw how i felt than it wouldn’t have needed to come to a breakup. maybe if you even attempted to give me a safe space to tell you about my feelings we could have fixed things and it never would have gotten this bad.” there was a shake in your voice, tears threatening to slip past your waterline for the second time today. reaching for your bag, you threw a 20 dollar bill down. “here, and d- and don’t contact me again.” your voice cracking, you were quick to find your way out, sungchan staying seated.

his own vision blurring as his eyes followed you out the door — to only dart down at the money you had thrown on the table. all he could do was sit there.

tense and alone.

note — guys, i was listening to mxmtoon and tiffi and have so many angsty thoughts that i wanna write about. this is shorter than my usual content but i feel like if i were to drag it out, it would take away from the atmosphere. 

[desswright29]

Calm Before The Storm

Pairing: Shuri Udaku/ Reader/ Riri Williams

Contains: Angst, Fluff, Jealousy

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: There are easter eggs all over this chapter. If you don’t read this one you’re probably gonna be hella lost for the rest of the story lol. Enjoy!

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Shuri stood at the office door rebuttoning her shirt. Riri watched her distraught, eyes glassed over “Wow Shuri. What the fuck.” The pain was apparent in her voice. Shuri rubbed a hand down her face making her way over to her. “Don’t do that Ri. What would you have had me do?” Riri scoffed. “Well first I would’ve had you at the very least close the door, but not fucking her at all would’ve sufficed.” She says clearly pissed. “Ri, we’re not in a relationship.  She’s my wife. And I mean…“ Shuri’s eyebrows raised and she licked her bottom lip followed by a seductive bite. “You saw her.”  Riri snorted. “You gotta be fucking kidding me Shuri! If she’s so fucking amaaaaazing why am I here!” Eyes began to look in their direction. Figuring they were about to get yet another show.

“MIND YOUR BUSINESS! Get back to Work!!” Shuri yells, and everyone scatters. She focus’s her attention back to Riri “First off lower your voice. And this thing we have wasn’t what I was aiming for Ri! I love my wife. Why do you think I haven’t had sex with you again? It was never supposed to get here. My minds all fucked up. I enjoy your company. I do. But this is complicated. Me and Y/n’s relationship was just strained after….After the-the baby situation, she shut me out for awhile… and then I lost T’Challa, the war with Talokan and loosing my mother *frustrated sigh* We just never got the chance to really talk and heal, and I-I’m confused Riri. From the moment I laid eyes on you things felt different. I was impressed with you before meeting you, but after, you made one hell of an impression on me. You were a breath of fresh air, and I thought it was what I needed; something new. But I’d neglected my wife out of frustration, with things neither of us could control. And I’m realizing I made a stupid mistake. She’s been through alot with me.” Riri drops the welder and walks over to Shuri. “And I’ve fought a war with you!”

“And she was there for the battles Ri! I would’ve never placed her in the position to fight a war. She is my Queen.” Riri’s eyes grew big and mouth fell open as a tear fell. Shuri had said it without wavering. She didn’t blink, nor did she stutter. “You had to have known this was a possibility. You knew I was married.” She’d  meant what she’d said. She loved her wife. “So that’s all it takes. You just need to be fucked good and suddenly it’s all clear for you again?” Riri approached Shuri, pushing her down onto a nearby chair. Riri straddled Shuri’s thigh. “You need to hear what my moans sound like again? Want me to make you scream my name this time.” She starts to move. “Hm?” 

“Ri” Shuri Whispered, as she looked around making sure there wasn’t any eyes on them. Riri moaned Shuri’s name in response as she ground her hips harder onto Shuri. Shuri grabbed Riri’s hips stopping her. “Stop it Ri. Don’t embarrass yourself.” Riri let out a shocked gasp. “EMBARRASS MYSE-!” Shuri held up her hand to silence her. “I’m going to head home. I just need a moment to myself to think.” Shuri lifted Riri off of her lap and stood. Giving her a peck on the forehead. She walked away leaving Riri holding back tears.

“YOU DID WHAT!!” Tolu yelled, eyes as big as saucers. “I fucked her in the office with the door open, so that bitch could hear! And anybody else that was thinking about it. I feel damn good too! You should’ve saw the look on her face. Oh! And Shuri *more laughter* when she saw the door was opened the whole time, you could’ve knocked her over with a feather!” You laughed, you felt like you were floating. Liberated and unbothered. You did what needed to be done and there was not an ounce of regret in you. After leaving the lab you called Tolu and made plans for lunch, gone home to freshen up and changed into a slightly less sexy sundress. Still worthy of turning heads. You were feeling unstoppable and didn’t plan to take your foot off the people’s neck anytime soon. Leaving your kimoyo beads at home, you headed out with your girl. “You are insane!” Tolu laughed. The both of you were in the middle of a privately catered lunch in Tolu’s waterfront Villa. 

“Girl, you know I don’t play games about my Shuri. Me and Shuri may have been going through some things but the audacity of her to think she was going to swoop in and save the day in MY palace! Ndicela! (Please)” Tolu shook her head and smiling. “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about!” Suddenly her face changed a bit more somber. “So…Do you think that she was completely unfaithful to you?” Sighing you shrugged. “I try not to think about it. If she had. Can I really fault her? We’ve lost so much. And gained so much reponsibility all at once. I checked out after T’Challa and the whole pregnancy debacle. Neither of us signed up for all of this. But, I left her hanging in the middle of it all.”

“You were hurting too.”

“She lost her family.”

“You found out you couldn’t conceive a child. You’d lost hope of having children. That was something you both spoke of often when we were younger. That’s hard to come to terms with.”

“We lost OUR hope of having children. We didn’t even get to process it before T’Challa was gone. We were slowly getting back on track and even began treatments for me and started trying again before the war. But, we still weren’t the same. And then Queen mother was gone.” An involuntary tear fell from your eye as you continued. “I know what I did today was extreme but, I had to do something Tolu! This girl comes in and they have so much in common. Shuri’s spending less time at home, Riri even made her smile again. I’m sure she can have babies and do Shuri’s invention some justice, since Shuri can’t carry due to her duties as Black Panther. It’s all I could think about. Our home had this dark cloud over it you know. I felt like a useless infertile, out of practice herbalist that was a waste of space, and I couldn’t help but think Shuri felt the same.” Tolu reached across the table grabbing your hands in hers. 

“Oh y/n. That’s the stupidest shit you’ve ever said. Neither of you had experienced grief before. And to experience it so heavily and so repetitively, at that extent for the first time would be difficult for anyone! You didn’t know what to do or how to be there for eachother. And both of you handled things in some unhealthy ways. But you and Shuri have a love people would kill for. Don’t let any situation, or any person take it away from you.” You sniff, wipe away a tear, and smile “I’ll be damned.” Tolu returned your smile. “That’s my girl!! Don’t let up off that hoe!” You both laugh over the somber mood. “Let’s finish eating and go SHOPPING!!”

Today was a great day. You and Tolu stayed out shopping and enjoying the city all day, until sunset. Now, you walked through the halls of the palace a smile set on your face, you feeling more optimistic than you’d felt in a long time. Now with an extra sway in your hips you were ready to get to the comfort of your home, and most importantly to your wife. “Y/n!” You hear a voice shout behind you. Stopped in your tracks your smile drops as you slowly bite the insides of your cheeks. When you turn around you’re met with none other than Riri walking out of her room towards you. Her face filled with determination. “Your highness will do just fine. Ms. Williams. We are not friends. So, how can I be of service?”

“Well I never intended to be your friend. So, since you cuttin’ to the chase I guess I will too. I know what you were trying to pull in the lab today.” A slow smile spread across your face followed by an amused chuckle cocking your head to the side, and raising a brow. “Humor me dear.” Riri steps closer to you with a roll of her eyes. “I know you know that Shuri is falling for me. And I’ve fallen for her too. So you poping up and making your indecent little scene won’t stop what me and Shuri have. Obviously you’re intimidated or you wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of embarrassing yourself.” You let out a pretty little giggle.

 “Oh! My little show really did a number on you huh little one. Me fucking MY WIFE, wherever I want and however loud I choose, could hardly qualify as embarrassing. Now your position however *fake empathetic smile* it’s downright sad.” Stepping forward and leaning in closer to be sure she heard every word, you continued. “Listening to someone you’ve developed forbidden feelings for get rode like a horse and you can’t say a thing. Ugh! Miserable is what that sounds! It was ssss what do the French call it….magnifique. *biting your lip at the thought* But, you know that. You heard it. *another giggle* You must not be doing a very good job with whatever it is you’re trying to do for her. But that’s ok. Mama’s back on the job. Your services are no longer needed whore. And I suggest you steer clear of any unwork-related access to my wife, or I swear to my ancestors I will throw you to the wolves and they will never find your remains.” 

You were in her face now. Eyes never leaving hers making it clear that there was nothing but promise in the words you’d just spoken. Riri reciprocated the energy. “I fought with her, and I’ll fight for her.” Your eyes darkened, a scowl twisting your face. “Obviously you’re a bold little bitch. So let me swoop down to your level Ms. America, so there’s no room for misinterpretation. All of this you see. Everything the light touches in this muthafucka is MY SHIT. That genius, Royal, juicy pussy that’s sitting in our luxurious home right now is MINE. You’re only hear because I haven’t made any noise about it. And For some unknown reason I’ve been cordial with you. But that shit is over. Since you’re so dead set in challenging a Queen for her wife’s hand I’ll humor you.” You take a few steps back as Riri’s nose flared and her breathing becam choppy with anger. “And I wish you the best of luck Ms. Williams.” Turning on your heels you strut away. Giving her your ass to kiss.

Walking into your home, The smell of cooked food and candles hit your nose. The lights were turned low and music played softly throughout the space. Closing the door you walk into your living room about to call out to your wife, until a shadow on the couch caught your eye. There she sat in the dark, manspread, leaned back, head facing the ceiling. “Shuri?” You whisper.

Shuri began to speak her voice raspy with tears. “I left the lab soon after you left sthandwa. I came home, and you weren’t here. So, I figured  you were with Tolu. I decided I wanted to do something special for you. I picked up flowers, and a few things to prepare your favorite meal. I was so excited. It felt good. Like we used to feel before everything spiraled. You remember us?  Anyway, when I got home I tried to call you to see what time you’d be back. *a wet exhale* and I heard your kimoyo beads chime upstairs. I went up to our room and saw them on the nightstand. And I panicked. I thought you left me. It scared the shit out of me y/n.” Shuri finally lifted her head and stood to her feet walking toward you. You’re wife was so handsomely beautiful candle light glowing against her face perfectly, even with the remnants of tears on her face. With everything you’d been through she still gave you butterflies. “I don’t want to loose you. I can’t do life without you, and I’m sorry if my actions have suggested that I could. I’ve been fucking stupid lately. I-I didn-“

You cut her off with a passionate kiss. Wrapping your arms around her neck, as her hands snaked around your waist. Holding onto eachother as though you were long lost lovers. Kissing as though you’d been worlds apart. You pulled away from her lips, blunt nails stroking the nape of her neck. “I’ve missed you Sithandwa sam esimnandi (my sweet love)” you say to her. “Nam bendikukhumbula (I’ve missed you too)” Shuri reconnected your lips as your hands made there way up into her curls. Backing you into the nearest wall, she kisses down your neck. You let out a moan. This felt so good. Your heart soared with happiness. Finally, your wife was back. “That was some sexy shit you pulled today” You could feel the smirk on her lips as she continued kissing your neck. You laughed loudly, blushing from the memory. “Don’t be shy now sthandwa. You were throwing that shit earlier.” 

“Oh my Bast! Stop Shuriii!!” She laughed. “Alright, But Mamela kum (listen to me).” Pulling away from your neck she looks you in your eyes. Her arms held your waist tighter.“We’re back. It’s you and me against the world. You’re my Queen. If anything happens we come to eachother for comfort. Don’t shut me out, and I won’t shut you out. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, your highness.” Smiling she pecks your lips once again. “Good, now let me cater to you umfazi (wife). We can’t eat. Watch movies, I’ll bathe you, and maybe I can get an encore.” Her brow raises and you hit her arm. “You’re so nasty.” You laugh. “Me?” She says placing her hand on her chest at the audacity. “I’ll tell you what? Make the night great and I’ll make you give me a standing ovation later.” You lean up and lick a stripe against her lips. “Fuck that food. Come here.” She throws you over her shoulder. “ Stop Shuri! No!” You laugh, grateful to have your wife back. 

Riri sat in the darkness of the room, in the center of her bed. She’d hacked into Shuri’s Kimoyo beads allowing them to connect to hers a while back, and now she sat listening. Imagining Shuri taking care of her the way she took care of you. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her jaw clenched in anger. It should be her. You didn’t get her the way she did. Ok, so you looked good and were a good fuck. But what else? Shuri is confused. She doesn’t know what she wants or needs.

“I’m gonna show her.”

So Who’s Gonna go Half Crazy?

[tavyliasin]

BG3 FicFeb NSFW - Day 4

Just a shorter one today as I've been a smudge busy, but here's day 4! Shortfic below the cut~ ----- -----

Day 4 - The rest of the companions heard Tav/Durge going at it

“Tchk, do they not know the whole woods can hear them?” Lae’zel winced at the latest echo of a moan from the trees, trying to focus on sharpening her blade without slicing through her own finger in the process.

Gale tried in vain to stare harder at his book, as if reading the words loud enough in his head might drown them out. “Don’t look at me, I’m all out of paper to scribe out Zone of Silence for them. You’d think they might make the effort to learn one bloody spell so we can get a night’s sleep-”  

“Was that a tree breaking? Gods I hope they’re not bringing the place down around them.” Wyll looked as concerned as he was flustered, sorting through the supplies in his pack like it was the most interesting task in the world. “What I’d do for a house with some thick walls right now.” 

“I think it’s cute.” Karlach grinned, her heart glowing slightly. “At least someone is getting some action around here.” 

“If they don’t stop getting action I shall be asking Lady Shar to wipe these memories from my head too.” Shadowheart groaned, standing to walk back to her tent. “I’m going to at least try to get some sleep, I suggest you all do the same. You know they’re all elves, right?” 

“Ah of course, Halsin, Astarion, our fearless leader,” Gale’s words were punctuated by a distinctly loud cry from the aforementioned leader that anyone else might’ve mistaken for distress. “They’ll get just as much rest from their trance as we could be getting if it wasn’t too loud to sleep.” He directed his grumble to the treeline, as if the foliage might pass on his displeasure at the disturbance. 

“Do you think they’d notice if I-”

“Karlach, sit back down, you are not going out there to spy on them.” Wyll put a hand on her elbow, pulling her back down to sit beside him.

“I wasn’t going to ask if I could join in or anything.” She complained. “You never let me have any fun.” 

“I would hardly describe being an unwelcome pair of eyes to the affairs of those three as fun, istik.” Lae’zel put her sword aside, satisfied it would be sharp enough to deal with any enemies in the morning. “You should follow the secretive one’s lead and get some sleep, our foes will not hesitate to slice open your gut should you pause to yawn.” 

“That…does not paint a particularly pleasant picture.” Gale closed his book, standing to return to his tent, resolving himself to cast silence on himself once he got there. “Remind me not to ask for any Githyanki bedtime stories next time we’re around the fire this late.”

“I don’t think the Gith even do bedtime stories.” Wyll shrugged, looking towards Lae’zel’s tent.

“We do, actually, and a simple gut-stabbing would be considered too weak even for a helpless babe.” Her voice hissed from behind the canvas. With everyone else gone, Wyll and Karlach lingered a little longer by the fire, sharing a quiet laugh at the idea of Lae’zel as a toddler with an oversized sword complaining that her bedtime stories weren’t gory enough. 

“What about you, Karlach? Any fairytales, or at least good stories until we get peace enough to rest?” The warlock’s smile was disarming as usual. “I’m afraid all I can offer are the worn out classics, and they don’t seem to hold the same charm as they used to. Hard to imagine a dashing prince running off to play the hero and sweep a fair maiden off her feet when I look like this.”

“I don’t know, you look princely enough to me. And I’m not just saying that because I’ve spent years in Avernus surrounded by actual bloody demons, either.” She shuffled a little, her restless tail and glowing chest betraying her thoughts as usual. “The stories I have in my head now aren’t really suitable for children at bedtime.” 

“Lucky for us, we aren’t children.” Wyll sidled just a little closer, looking up at bright eyes that widened as his voice dropped to a whisper. “I might not have a coin to hand to give you, but I would love to hear your thoughts.”

[littleandless]

MY THOUGHTS ON SEASON 2 EPISODE 6: “SMALLFOLK”

viserys being the focus of daemon’s visions this episode was sooooo delectable. say what you will about daemon being power-hungry and craving glory, but he has sought his big brother’s love & approval most of all. when rhaenyra said that she, with her father’s adoration, made daemon whole, boy was that so fucking true. daemon had some affection for and attraction to her of course, but she was mostly an extension of her father, same as all other females in a patriarchal system. at least until they come under the guardianship of a husband.

it’s sad that alicent was fired from the small council, but i was expecting it to happen a lot sooner tbh.

alicent had so many Mother moments this episode. caressing aemond’s face, pleading with him on an emotional level to give up this hardened persona that hides his childhood wounds. sitting vigil at aegon’s bedside. protecting helaena bodily. inquiring about daeron, the one she had to send away. openly questioning whether it was the environment or her own parenting that caused her eldest sons to go astray, and seeking some level of comfort or validation from her brother, the only relative she doesn’t have a complete wreck of a bond with.

ser steffon darklyn became a bit too confident and then BOOM dragonfire. rest in peace, king.

also…why are we pretending that no one else could possibly be persuaded to attempt claiming a dragon? so many people would jump at the opportunity, let’s be real. tell everyone you’re holding auditions for the role of dragonrider and they will be on your doorstep in 2 seconds.

“YOU TOAD” aemond i kind of love you. also i’m glad he’s not as susceptible to larys’ manipulation. and now that he’s called otto back as hand, maybe cole will get a dressing down as well.

we all knew, or at least suspected, that nettles was cut from the show. you may also have heard that rhaena would take on her storyline instead. and i guess it’s true! i mean, i’m happy for rhaena. she deserves something beyond familial duty to occupy her time. she’s tried and failed to claim a dragon, and now she will finally find success. i just wonder how it will affect the plot in regards to babies joffrey, aegon, and viserys.

also we got to see a baby dragon! i forget, have we seen any others in hotd? i can only recall drogon, viserion, and rhaegal in the main series.

QUEEN RHAENYRA SLAPPING OLD MEN AND KISSING WOMEN!!!! WE USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THIS

ulf, regardless of whether he’s actually baelor’s bastard, was cast so well. i can totally see the resemblance…or maybe it’s just the stupid half up-half down hairdo that daemon & viserys love so damn much.

i appreciate the larys/aegon heart-to-heart, even if it was mostly for personal gain, because there’s a whole wad of truth behind his words. it’s a bond they now share.

disability in westeros is such a loaded topic, and one that comes up often in grrm’s work. i’m not expecting anything groundbreaking but it is cool to see it acknowledged.

seasmoke chasing down addam was lowkey funny. did he do that in fire & blood? i can’t remember. that damn dragon circled back like three times to terrorize some random hunk and i’m all for it.

also it never occurred to me that alyn was bald on purpose. i thought he was just middle-aged😭 but yeah the white hair makes sense.

the food boats were a great PR move. it’s too bad about hugh punching that guy though. i’d be so pissed if i ran through an entire mob for some carrots and lettuce and then got robbed.

so far we’ve got dyana & sylvie involved in team black’s schemes. gaemon palehair when???? and with ulf and hugh soon joining the fold, we’re getting set up for rhaenyra’s takeover woohoo

but we’re also getting closer to the end😔🫡

[warcorrespondence]

You've probably seen that post that goes around, you know the one: It's all fun and games in hbowar until you want to see two women have a conversation.

Well, @mercurygray/mercurygray set out to fix that. The Darkening Sky is full of women having conversations about real things.

fandom: band of brothers

pairing: Dick Winters/OC

mature, 220612 words

This epic asks the question: what would it be like if women went to war with Easy Company? No, but really though?

There are a lot of OCs, and a personal challenge I have with reading OCs is that I already love the canon characters. So for me, OCs have more work to do in fanfic than they do in novels, because they have to shoulder aside my blorbos. (This is me - there are a lot of OC writers and readers in this fandom and bravo to you all! I’m simply explaining a barrier I have). 

But fairly quickly, they established themselves, and over not too long a time, I grew to love them.

The main relationship is between Joan Warren, niece of General Pershing and society gal of Nixon’s ilk, and Dick Winters - she’s flirtier than he is, and more outspoken, but just as driven and in essence just as private. It takes them A WHILE to get going, because it would - these are two serious people with serious things to do, and they take love seriously too.

And all right, I’m just going to put it out there - was it a challenge, as a card-carrying winnix girlie, to hop on board that train? 

…not really? 

It helps that Nix ships it (which, like everything here, is shown and not told, and with delightful subtlety). It helps that Joan is awesome, a fully-fleshed out character with flaws and frustrations, narrative drive as well as personal drive. It helps that this is just another world where the Nix-Dick friendship didn’t develop that way, from Toccoa onward. There is no "We'll go to Chicago, I’ll take you there." It’s not what happens. 

(This fic also doesn't straightwash - there's not a ton of focus on m/m or f/f relationships, but they're there).

But Joan and Dick, much as I love to read about them, are not the only focus of the story. POV shifts all the time, sometimes to Shifty, sometimes to minor characters like Aldbourne residents or land girls, and we get an idea of what the war is like for them, as well as their perspective on Easy Company in all its camaraderie and complexity. 

It probably goes without saying that in a fandom full of heavily researched fics, Merc’s stands out as being the most meticulous. She knows her shit, and I knew that going in. But there’s a difference between throwing in facts and details for the sake of it, and doing it to further the experience of the reader. I felt like I learned things, but never like I was being taken to school - when I learned something it was because I was gaining context about a beloved character or understanding more about how the world would work for women in these circumstances. And they don't all have the same experience! Life for Lieutenant Joan Warren, reluctant media darling, is very different than it is for Sergeants Billie Mitchell or Marj Gordon (just to name a couple of my favorites).

These women never stop being women, and being treated that way, for better or worse (often worse). And there's something heartbreakingly frustrating but also beautiful about that.

Marj’s new haircut looked good on her - Doris wasn’t proud of a whole lot, these days, but any time she caught sight of Marj with her helmet off she had to smile. I did that. And she looks damn good. Marj’s honey-colored pageboy was starting to get a little long at the edges, but only enough to make Doris regret not bringing her scissors so she could do everyone else’s. Her fellow sergeant looked…free, without the hair, released from some burden of responsibility to look like she belonged somewhere else and might well be there soon. Why didn’t we do that earlier? Doris wondered to herself. It’s a war, not a beauty pageant. We’re not winning awards.  Because we’re still women, and we still want beauty. Because it’s hard to change something like that.  Because we all want to go right back to the way it was when this is over - even if we know we can’t. The way it was. The phrase made Doris want to laugh. They weren’t those women and men any more, the kids who’d arrived at Toccoa, and it was foolish to think they might be. Look at any of them, bruised and scarred - look at Marj! And even if they hadn’t changed, the people at home would have. (Look at Marj, again - and fuck Allen, while they were looking.)

[limepigeon]

Fallen Hero Fanzine 2024 - Info and Theme Poll

All info is under the cut since I don't want to clutter your dash too much! EDIT: Tumblr hates multiple choices for Polls apparently, you can vote but also write in replies (or send anonymous through dm, but please don't send multiple of the same option to get what you want, let's keep it fair!) if you want to vote for more than one option! (Sorry for the inconvenience!)

Hi everyone!

Since I got the feedback on the interest check for a possible Fallen Hero Fanzine it seems like we have some interest and I’ve been looking into various ways we could do this. As I’m big on collaboration and everyone getting a say, I was thinking that deciding on a theme for the zine could be our first collaborative step.

I’ve made a poll (found further down in this post) with 7 options for you to vote on. Descriptions/explanations are found right below the poll so make sure to read those before casting your vote. We’re keeping this first zine sfw, please keep that in mind if suggesting themes of your own. Voting doesn’t tie you to contributing to the zine.

Jumping into something headfirst without knowing what you’ll find on the other side is scary, that’s why I’ve written a short list of what I have in mind for this zine.

The zine will be 100% free and non-profit, this also means no compensation for the contributors. Theme: TBD through majority vote Number of contributors: Max 30 (I would love to have more but, unless someone can help me with admin stuff, I think that’s my limit for how much organising and planning I can do on my own). Rating: SFW. Innuendos, cursing, violence and the like is okay but not straight up sex. Format: Digital/e-zine, with permission to print at home for personal use only. I will put together a bonus version made for easy to print at home, with instructions for how to assemble it. Media types allowed: Any visual media suited for print as long as it’s your own (e.g. illustrations, sketches, photography, collages, short comics, cosplay etc). Keep in mind that if you make a collage or mood board, all pictures must be your own (or have the rights to). Any writing as long as it’s your own (e.g. short stories, poetry, analyses, personal anecdotes etc). Pages in zine per contributor: 2. Time frame and deadlines: TBD but I plan on us having it finished around September/October of 2024, with some reservations.

I hope this has been informative so far, if you have questions you can either reply to this post (so everyone else can see the question and reply), or dm me if you want to be anonymous.

Now, let’s get to voting on a theme! Descriptions for themes under the poll.

Nemesis - More action focused, showdowns, heroes and villains battling it out in their suits! Some softer moments could fit in here as well but if too many opt towards it I might steer some of the submissions to make sure the zine in whole stays on theme. Coming Home - New beginnings, finding your place. It could be sweet and cozy, finding friends, or stepping into your own skin for the first time. Interpret as you like, but the main focus should be on the concept of “home”, whatever that means to you or the characters you choose to portray. Los Diablos - Snippets and snapshots from the city and lives you are sworn to protect or destroy. HG’s lair, Herald’s apartment, or a sewer (sorry, secret base), as well as the people found in these places. Nightmares - The bad vibes (tm) one. The Heartbreak Incident, decanting, paranoia, all the nasty bits you don’t want people to find. This one is open to more possible body horror than the other themes. Ship specific - Pick this one if you want a more romance focused theme, and specify in replies which characters you’d want in centre. Please write Ship Theme before the characters in your reply. I have another idea! - Got an idea for a theme that isn’t in the poll? Pick this one and specify in replies what it is! Please specify even if someone has the same idea, or close to, as you. Please write Theme Suggestion before the theme in your reply. No theme - Don’t feel like sticking to a theme? Want to create an amalgamation of everyone’s mind stuff without any limits or guidelines? This choice is for you.

[what-gs-watching]

“Breathe it in baby, because I am EXUDING and I am one of a kind.”

Okay so, I fell behind in Doctor Who because I’ve been job searching for like seven fucking months and a few weeks ago one came up that could be a good fit so I was trying to super focus on doing well through the interview loop even though I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to amount to anything because I’d gone through a ton of interview loops by that point but 

Y’ALL, I GOT THAT JOB! My horrible, soul-sucking ordeal is finally over, the paperwork is signed and I have a start date and everything has settled. Which means, I can finally catch up on 15 and my girl Ruby. 

Let’s gooooo!

73 Yards

Alright, I know there was upset around this episode because everyone is like ‘what the eff does it mean?’ but ooooh, I really enjoyed it. It was creepy as HELL and it just never stopped.

Wherein, Ruby and the Doctor pop over to Wales (this mofo really spends much too much time in Wales) and while on a cliffside, he steps on something AGAIN!!!!! and everything goes wrong.

Baby boy, did you not learn anything from the mine? Do you not take a scan around when you land somewhere, or are you just too excited about being adorable in your little yellow jacket and the hat and the stripes? You look fantastic, I get it, but peep down at those cute ass boots once in a while. 

I have to say, I’m impressed by Millie Gibson in this episode. It’s a lot of pressure to put on her to carry the entire thing, and she did it really well. How devastating is it to have your best friend disappear, realize you’re being followed by some crazy apparition that literally scares anyone and everyone away from you? 

Without any explanation. That’s the part that gets me. She becomes a piranha with this horrific THING attached to her and everyone she begs for help leaves her. Eve her MOTHER! It’s a mind fuck.

And I really wasn't sure where the episode was going, so I was excited for Kate Lethbridge-Stewart to show up, I was like ‘yeah let’s get UNIT into this mess’ and then she’s affected too and oh hell, that’s like, the last line of defense. 

Ruby, completely and utterly alone. And they just make her live out her entire life like that. And she tries to fix it, of course, the whole thing with the Welsh politician was a really good attempt babe, I would have done the same thing but then that doesn’t even work?!

And so everyone is all ruffled because, what was the point of it, really? What was the message, what was the meaning??!

Was she actually the apparition? If not, who was she? And then, it just ends and none of it ever really happened at all and there’s absolutely no resolution. 

Why do we love making companions live these horrible alternate timelines? How many times did we make Amy live different lives? I feel like she at least remembered most of them. But with Ruby in this one, there’s no lesson. She learns nothing, neither of them do.

But still, I loved the creeping sense of unease, so I guess I don’t really need all the details.

Dot and Bubble

I’m simultaneously annoyed and intrigued by shows that keep telling me allegories about the dangers of technology and how dependent we are on it. So far, it’s mostly been annoyed, but oh my god y’all really hit the nail on the head with this one.

Wherein, a bunch of privileged youths are existing in a perfect society that enables them to basically LIVE social media, literally surrounded by a bubble that feeds them other people’s inanity all day long. 

One thing I have to say about this episode is that the angles are something else. Lindy, the girl we’re seeing everything through is alternately absolutely beautiful, and kind of weird looking? She’s got perfect social media face. Is that a weird thing to say? I stand by it. It’s like she’s covered in the perfect ring light. It was distracting. And probably part of the point. 

Basically, this girl has no idea that there are monsters in her fake ass society that are eating her friends, and she is very not into the Doctor and Ruby trying to help her. Like, they’re trying to get her out of danger, only to find out that she doesn’t have any idea how to walk without wearing her ‘bubble’ is so deeply disturbing. Watching this girl say “forward” to convince herself to move is amazing and upsetting on a lot of different levels. 

And then out of nowhere, media star Ricky September shows up and he literally starts giving her directions like the bubble would do and I’m like ‘okay that’s interesting’, we’re subverting the idea that this incredibly popular personality is a vapid idiot because it turns out he READS and he’s taking pity on this girl that is literally a shell of a person without the aid of technology. And it was so sweet. 

Basically, this episode is infuriating because at one point Lindy hugs Ricky and tells him she’s never been hugged before (even though we know she at least has a mother) but THEN later, when the Doctor tells her everyone is being killed in alphabetical order and Ricky is trying to fight off the dot that is literally trying to murder her, she RATS HIM OUT. His real last name starts with C, he should be dead already. 

Confusingly innocent and absolutely cut throat at the same time? I guess if you live your entire life exclusively online you don’t go through things that would actually cultivate compassion? Which honestly, is not an unfounded idea. That should make y’all feel queasy. 

And to make it all exponentially worse, they flat out tell the Doctor they can’t accept his help because he’s not “one of us”. Just straight up, really gross, really overt racism. 

15, honey, I get it, but please  don’t beg racists to let them save you. You’re too good for this world, babes. That gut wrenching shout though? Absolute perfection. And the tears. You marvelous thing. 

TL;DR Humanity is disgusting and technology will continue to feed our uglier tendencies. I felt that one deep in my damn bones.

Rogue

Okay hear me out. This episode is EVERYTHING. 

Y’all know I have a thing for boys in love. And I also have a thing for the Doctor flirting with basically anyone. I don’t particularly have a thing for the regency era necessarily, but I AM about incredible costumes and ridiculous plots. 

I was honest to god squealing this entire episode.

Wherein, 15 and Ruby show up to a ball in 1813 so they can pretend they’re in Bridgerton, meet a handsome young bounty hunting rake, talk a LOT about cosplaying, and deal with bird???! aliens???

There are a million details I loved in this one. The orchestra playing an instrumental version of “Bad Guy” and then later “Pokerface”. The absolutely incredible suit they put on 15. 

Not to mention: JONATHAN GROFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Loved him in Mindhunter, loved him in Glee (before it got absolutely ridiculous and when I didn’t know any better) but holy shiiiiiit I would watch him as Rogue every. damn. day. 

River Song will always and forever be my number one love for the Doctor, but I was absolutely immediately charmed by Rogue. I’m not sure why, and it doesn’t really matter. 

How absolutely adorable was the psychic paper displaying “you’re hot”? Or the bit where the Doctor figures out Rogue’s ship is wired for sound and the system blares “Can’t Get Your Outta My Head” and he lip syncs along while Rogue dies of embarrassment? 

The entire episode was just two dorks flirting and my heart was so happy. I don’t know why, but when 15 started singing “Pure Imagination” while showing Rogue around the Tardis, I thought I was going to die. 

I love that he can be so carefree and fun and adorable, but also extremely emotional and unafraid to show it. We’ve seen so many different facets of 15 already, and his obvious and silly flirty self is definitely my favorite part so far. 

Also, the fact that the Chuldur (again, bird aliens I guess? Sure) were basically just a race that went around cosplaying other people was so camp. I’ve seen a lot of posts about how the newest theory is that 15 and Ruby are somehow in some weird sort of tv show universe this season, and this episode definitely fuels that a little bit. 

And maybe y’all are onto something with that, but I honestly don’t care to figure out what’s going on, I just want to be along for the ride.

Of course though, we can’t have an episode that’s all fun and games. The Doctor went all in on shooting his shot with Rogue and it distracted him and it put Ruby in trouble, because of course. Maybe we should stop promising random mothers that their kids are gonna be safe? Doctor, baby, you know that they aren’t always going to be safe. 

But if you weren’t charmed by Rogue before that point, you had to jump on his bandwagon when he pushes Ruby out of the transport trap and just says “Find me” before he’s blasted away with the stupid birds to some far off dimension. 

BALLER MOVE, baby boy. Baller ass move. Because ya know what? 15 is not going to be able to resist that. And you know how I know? Because that boy put your ring on his finger and I will ship the fuck out of you two forever and ever because of that. 

The doctor has definitely been known to  kiss people he’s only just met, but this time might be in the top 3. I thought Madame de Pompadour was good? Nah girl, ya bumped down. This kiss was better. Just me sat on the couch with heart eyes for days.

So yeah, I think I’ve decided I like letting a few stack up so I can watch them in a row. Watching them boomerang between crazy scenarios and thinking about all of that at the same time is more fun. 

I’m loving this season. It’s ridiculous, it’s different, it’s a bunch of things I didn’t even realize I wanted. Gimme more pleaaaaase.