#but even if y’all can’t make the energy to get your hopes up god I really hope yall don’t stop creating and talking about rwby

[averagemrfox]

Gonna need rwby fans to get with me on this one

[raeofsunrise]

Rae, I need that part two more than I need my peppermint tea- 👀 I’m about to watch Detention for the 20th time this month… yes, December… no, I don’t have a problem 😂

it’s finally here!! sorry for making y’all wait, but it’s here. it’s a lot shorter due to my life being busy and just wanting to get it out, but i love it! hope you do too ☆

from me, to you

wordcount: 645

pairing: clapton davis x gn! reader

warnings: clapton has an inner monologue that’s kind of angsty?? i think this is one more cliché ❤️

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the suspense was killing him. did you read it yet? did you even remember the letter existed? what did you think? a million thoughts were rushing through clapton’s head as he walked to his class. maybe if he walked painstakingly slow, his mind would do the same.

but how would he distract himself for one whole hour? he had hoped that he wouldn’t run into you.

clapton was never one to think that highly of himself. surprising, i know. it seemed like everyone in his life thought he was the coolest. that he was amazing. but deep down, he never really thought that.

but you were always there to bring him up. to make him feel like everything people said he was—in the most healthy way possible.

he just doesn’t know what he’d do with himself if you didn’t feel the way he felt about you. he couldn’t lose you, not over some stupid feelings. he’d do anything to keep you in his life, even if it meant having to watch you go on with yours without him.

god, he really couldn’t lose you.

he was so lost in thought thinking about you, he thought he felt you tap his shoulder. surprisingly, it actually was you. and you were pulling him into an empty hallway so you could talk to him. he didn’t need to go to class that bad. wasn’t like it would affect his grade, anyways.

“finally,” you say.

“looked like you were in some real deep thought, there.”

he noticed you re-using his words from your earlier conversation. you never really forgot about anything, did you? under different circumstances, his heart would be fluttering because of that thought, but instead it’s fluttering because he’s not sure if you’re here to break his heart or not.

he realizes he hasn’t responded to you yet, but honestly he’s not sure if that would make things worse or way worse.

but he can’t just not talk to you.

“i was.” he says, letting out the smallest smile, one that was less full of energy, and more full of anxiety.

“i, uhm…i read the letter.” you say.

“oh.” he replies. maybe you didn’t read the back. maybe there is hope to salvage this friendship.

but his hope quickly dissipates as you finish your sentence.

“the whole letter.”

“oh.” was that all he could say?! no wonder you wanted to reject him, he thought.

you knew you were gonna have to lead the conversation, otherwise you’d never get him to tell you how he felt. you had to hear him say it.

“did you mean what you wrote?” you ask.

a beat passes.

“all of what you wrote.” you clarify.

your heart was racing. what if it was just impulse? what if you had read everything wrong?

“every word.” he answers.

you both stare at each other in silence. you don’t even realize how close you two are until he speaks.

“can i kiss yo—“ he tries to ask but you cut him off with a kiss as soon as the first word comes out of his mouth.

it didn’t last long, but you both savored every single moment of it. his lips were soft. soft like cotton candy, and—god, just as sweet. he kissed you with all the emotion he’s felt for you over the years. in the few moments your lips did meet, his hand found its way to your cheek. really, the only reason you both pulled away was to get some air.

after you both pull away, you’re left looking into his beautiful, brown, love-struck eyes. you decide to put a hand on his cheek, too.

“y’know, i think i love you too.” you say.

“you mean it?” he asks.

“every word.”

part 1

taglist (all the people who begged for a part two) ☆

@lovelyniyachy

@omwtkydttfym

@tacomumun3r

@janitorhutcherson (my bestie)

[whomstwedointheshadows]

I am howling at the sky for the look tonight that Harvey Guillén staked to death, spat on, and made it beg on the red carpet. Instead of just ranting to my queer fashion/fandom retail friends again, I took our collective slobber and tears to outline my plea to the fashion gods.

Why doesn’t this man have a ‘mens’wear line in every American mall? There is a gap in the market for adventurous, queer friendly suiting available through a retailer like Macys/J C Penney. Yes, retail is dying and wedding industry more so, but that’s particular to what’s available for consumers as well. Suiting is turned from off the rack into iconic by proper tailoring, but let me tell you from working all sides of the bridal salon, even up-scale clothing lines are getting rude as hell about quality and assembly to prevent tailoring and longevity.

This kid’s Disney charm would be perfect for introducing a plus size, inclusive line of fashion-forward pieces which include, say a QR code video about taking your own measurements, how adjustments work, with pieces designed to be sleek, with enough allowance for tailoring, and minding the lines in the garment to make the adjustments for plus size bodies easier. It’s no more adjustments than are made on straight size bodies, it’s just straight size bodies have more options to find a line which works with their natural shape.

But in my experience, it’s gender non-conforming folks and plus sized folks who get pushed out of finding pieces they can actually use for celebrations or work, much less pieces with actual personality that spark joy. This man has been killing it for years, really getting some clutch looks for events and invites in the fashion world. He’s showing proof of concept every time he steps in front of a camera.

Watching Harvey’s fashion evolution, I trust his fashion team and judgement to create a mid/high line for workwear to events suiting embracing a gender nonconforming audience. I can’t think of anyone better situated to become the ambassador of a brand with *the* formal wear for queer events and special occasions. I was tickled to see he sells his own merch and hope this experience convinces him of the joy working with artists and connecting their visions to a wanting public, dipping toes into the new ethical, sustainable trends in fashion. His looks alone shows he’s done his homework over the years about timelessness and early adopting trends.

For the years I worked selling/tailoring wedding dresses, there was the prophetic ‘someday… along will come the man who revives men’s fashion for events again’ to save the David’s bridal/men’s wear house lines who keep dropping plus sizes like mine and dying off. As the pet butch in the bridal salon I pleaded to the sky for better suiting options. Add that to my butch lezzy ways and trans masc circle of friends I legit spent this past Friday night drunk in a bar with a seam ripper adjusting jackets and darting pants in an unplanned sewing circle for a bachelorette until it was my round of karaoke. This isn’t the first time I’ve spontaneously started tailoring for the queers, I can’t keep up with the demand! Y’all we are in our twenties to mid thirties there should be better options than this that don’t require a vacation to LA/NY!!

I have ethical, sustainable fashion preferences about slipping in a retailer versus an online brand. But for the vision of accessible clothing to the masses pushing the envelope of the kind of quality only vintage pieces are affording the general public, this is the only celebrity really posed with the image, high energy, and bona fides to be the face of it. His connections in the fashion game are only growing as WWDITS wraps up.

If this man opened a pop-up suiting/fashion shop I’d take my limited time and resources to really dig in to the designers he promoted. I’d be howling in the streets for my celebrants to go get a Gullién. There’s no shortage online pattern makers, but there is a shortage of queer friendly shops to really get pieces that pop and it feels safe to enjoy in a retail environment. For average people wanting to engage with fashion that affirms their identity on their special day, there’s too much fucking compromise. Honestly it’s nice that I have a side hustle sewing to pattern, but I’d give it up in a fucking heartbeat for there to be actually sustainable and approachable options. I wish there was an in between of being ‘affordable’ gnc suiting in an American mall but add plus size availability and it gets sad for your most thrifty, creative friends. Someone needs the step in the gap, and why not someone at the top of the game?

Even if it was just a pop up line every few years, I’d fucking salivate over every image in that catalogue two thousand miles away for what it can teach home sewists just by virtue of curating those artisans with the express goal of queer, fat friendly designs playing together. Just the existence of vintage shops like Proud Mary creates a boom across the inter-webs of new sewists per post. Could anyone really imagine if there were actually accessible stores in key cities/supported by an online catalog with a personable, rising star as the brand face?

Please feed us more fashion, Harvey. Keep those stylists and designer friends close. Please. I cannot stress how many mascs/nb-bebes keep dropping your name every fitting consultation across this nation and it’s for good reason.

[queenofallimagines]

Hi! This is literally my first time requesting anything ( I couldn’t see if your requests were closed or not but if they are please ignore this), but I would like to request daisuga x first year (black) reader please? :)

Also, I love your blog! It’s so hard to find people who make hcs for black people so when I found you I was sooo excited :) love you, and have a great day!

This has so much flavor anon ily🥹

Daisuga:

- this is the funniest relationship ever congratulations

- Bc not only are you dating two third years daichi is constantly tired of you and suga’s shenanigans

- Suga can run w the best of em I fear so daichi is left in the dark when y’all start acting goofy 😭

- “No bc I’m not about to let her shenan😒”

- “???? What?”

- “Daichi keep up🙄🙄Bc if you let ‘em shenan once best believe they gon shenanigan!”

- He’s stressed!!

- Suga is just as chaotic as noya and hinata so he can be the mom friend but in more of a wine aunt “get they ass!!” Type way

- And he’s very “if you do it imma do it too” so god help whoever starts shit w you be he’s got your follow up💀

- Daichi making sure you do your homework

- Constantly pestering you to sleep and heat healthy too

- Likes bringing you to vollyball practice buuuut highkey lowkey you a distraction

- Noya and Tanaka asking you how you managed to pull them both and also you’re just really chill to hang with

- Hinata and kageyama have huge little sibling energy even tho your in the same year

- Putting tsukishima in his place Lmaoo

- Y’all gossip buddies sorry don’t make the rules he’s the devil on your shoulder encouraging you to be meaner

- “Drag them👀”

- Plus you’re besties w asahi by proxy so you get along w the whole team

- Sticking up for asahi to stress out daichi more>>>

- “Leave that little guy alone!!”

- “LITTLE HES LIKE 6”2????”

- Sleeping over at sugas house and cuddling is like the best past time activity

- he has a bonnet you left there that he keeps when you come over

- we will NOT let you put in on yourself he will put in in you like a crown lmao

- daichi gets jealous bc he insists on doing it every time you guys sleep together

- will oil and braid your hair up for bed

- I feel like daichi is really good at helping with your hair

-if you get either of them a durag as a joke they will wear them seriously and not take them off

- Along with working out!

- Daichi will definitely not let you ogle him and suga as they workout so you’re gunna be sweating too

- Which suga will definitely pull a “let me help you get in the right position” to feel you up

- He’s definitely shameless about how attracted he is to you like he’s NOT ashamed to show that he’s with two hot people

- Daichi is more reserved to where PDA is just holding hands, head pats and cheek kisses

- Really makes it look like you guys are just really good friends but will say your his partner without hesitation

- Suga is going around parading how hot his two partners are and how he’s the luckiest guy in the world

- Planning your wedding as we speak tbh

- Daichi was trying to bite his tongue when two classmates were making jokes about how he’s a third wheel and suga and you will ditch him and start dating

- Like at first he was like lmao you have no idea

- But they’re were really trying to make him insecure

- To which he goes

- “ACTUALLY both of my partners make sure to spare equal amounts of their time with me”

- Like he will subtly flex his relationship if people want to act up

- Suga will show up to your classroom to collect you for lunch lmao

- Everyone is all shook bc this super pretty third year shows up and he’s the volleyball teams setter?

- And he’s like “I’m here to get you so we can eat lunch together💕”

- Lmao he will embarrass you by being so sweet

- Asahi praying for you tbh bc you have to put up w both of them at once

- Also hope you don’t have any classes w tsuki bc he will “go as your boyfriends” YOU TO DEATH!!

- “Hey kei can I borrow a pencil?”

- “You can’t go ask your boyfriends if they have one??”

[cassidymb121]

OMG It’s You… (Part 2.5)

(Authors note at the bottom)

Warning: mild cursing, anxiety, overthinking

Summary: Y/N’s YouTube channel is taking off after her reactions to Stray Kids MV God’s Menu. Now she’s making videos nonstop along with working a full time job. What would happen if she got offered a job of a lifetime and met the boys of her succession?

Y/N’s POV

I rolled out of bed when I heard my alarm go off. I’ve had a motivation block lately (don’t ask me where I came up with that). Some days I just don’t have the energy to get in front of a camera because that said energy gets sucked out from work. Work can be a pain in the ass sometimes, however it brings in money that pays bills even helps with the channel. When I first started the channel, I didn’t have a lot of equipment. I started off with the bare minimum with the money I had leftover from paying bills. Once I had the starting equipment like a microphone, headphones, camera, etc., then I had to come up with the channel name. I ended up with y/c/n because it sounded like me. I knew from the start that I wouldn’t get a lot of views, still that didn’t help my anxiety any.

I try not to let things get to me, though it can be hard when you constantly don’t feel like you’re good enough. Anxiety and overthinking can make a person feel like that, even in situations that have nothing to do with you, yet you still worry about things you can’t control. I started getting ready for work, already dreading going in. Hoping that maybe today would be an easy day.

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It wasn’t an easy day, it was actually the worst really. I am actually glad it’s the weekend though. I’ll have to rest up before I start up a new video. I’ve gotten into the routine of posting at least one to two videos a week (three if I’m feeling frisky). That way I can have time to go in and make edits of what I’ve recorded. I learned how to get a little creative with my videos over time, especially when I started moving my hands around when I’m talking. ‘You mean when you start rambling about a topic for hours?’ I hear my inner thoughts say.

I decided to take the rest of the day to relax since I have been running around all day at work. ‘I’ll just start filming tomorrow. That way I’m rested up from this hectic week and can be productive these next couple of days.’ I tell myself.

The Following Day

Taking a sip of my freshly brewed coffee, I hummed in delight. I took in my surroundings now that I have some caffeine in my system. It was a beautiful day outside. Feeling the morning breeze blow through the air ruffling the trees. Being able to sit on the back porch and take in the scenery with a cup of coffee in your hand makes everything feel simpler. Easier. Just for a moment.

I knew today would be a little busy for me but that’s what happens when you decide to make a YouTube reaction channel, especially when it’s about K-Pop. I had recently seen where I’ve now reached over 300K followers on YouTube. I need to make sure I mention that in my video. I didn’t do it once and the fans didn’t like that, not that I didn’t want to do it. I just didn’t pay it any attention. If I did that would really make my anxiety level go up and I don’t need that.

After finishing my coffee, I decided to go ahead and get started on making some new videos. I pulled my computer and monitors up, making sure that my microphone and headphones were up and ready to go. The last thing being my camera. Checking my monitor to make sure I have it positioned where I want it and that my main screen, where I show what I’m watching, is up as well. Once everything is to my liking, I take a deep breath and think about something that makes me happy to brighten up my mood. Clicking the record button, counting to three, I start my intro.

“Good Morning Lovelies! How are y’all doing this morning?” Taking a pause, I start again. “I hope you’re all doing well. Eating well, sleeping well, and going outside to enjoy the weather. It’s pretty outside today. I decided I’d have my morning coffee out there. Maybe next time I’ll film a little video for y’all, I’d think you’d enjoy it as well. Anyways before I get off track, today we are going to be watching the newest SKZ Code that came out recently. I always wait in case there’s a part two. So that way I can watch it back to back and not wait for the second part to come out. I believe most of you know this by now, though we also have new followers who don’t know that. Now I’m getting off track, haha. I can’t help it y’all, you know this. Okay! Let’s get started before I talk your ear off.” I smile looking at my main monitor that holds my videos for the day. I write down on my sticky notes nearby about the 300K followers so that way I don’t forget. I play the videos that I prepared for the day, laughing my ass off at the boys being silly. Occasionally wiping a stray tear from laughing so hard. Stopping to talk about my favorite parts or having to go back and rewatch a part just to laugh twice as hard as the first time.

Towards the end I look down at the sticky note I prepared. Getting ready to end the video I tell myself what I need to say. “Well, that’s it for the video today! I hope enjoyed it as much as I did, but before I let you go I have some thing I need to say. This channel just hit the 300K subscribers within this past week!! I’m so happy that people love watching Stray Kids as much as I do. I do more than just Stray Kids on here, but my Stray Kids videos get way more views than the others. I don’t like being biased to just one group but Stray Kids has always been the closest to my heart and I know my fellow Stays know that as well. And to Stray Kids if you ever see this, I hope you know just how much we love and appreciate everything that you do.” I smile at the camera. “Thank you everyone for supporting me and continuing to support me. Until then I will see you in the next video.” I do a two finger salute to the camera. “Bye!”

(A/N: Hi everyone! So I tried to get the whole part 2 together but I couldn’t figure out how to at more text under the pictures so I just made a second post to it. If anyone knows how I could do that please let me know because there might be more coming. Anyways thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it!)

Taglist: @laylasbunbunny

[togrowoldinv]

A Promise

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

When Natasha goes on a mission, you anxiously await her return. It comes differently than you expected

Note: I was once again thinking about soft Natasha, so I wrote a little something. I hope y’all enjoy it!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

“Come back to me?” you asked her as tears threatened to cloud your vision completely.

“I promise I will,” Natasha said.

“I love you.”

“I love you more,” she said as she gently kissed your lips. You soaked up her familiar touch.

“I love you most,” you replied.

That was the last conversation you had with Natasha before she went on a small group mission. It’s been a week and this morning your phone rang with a call from Clint saying that Nat was injured and to meet them at the compound.

That’s where you find yourself now anxiously waiting to see your wife’s state. Wanda didn’t go on the mission, and she waits with you in the medical wing. She keeps an arm wrapped around your shoulder as you shake your legs, buzzing with anxious energy.

The doors of the med wing bust open, and you stand up quickly. Steve and Tony lead the way with Bruce and Clint trailing behind. You see Natasha laying on a gurney and your heart drops.

“Is she okay?” you ask the group. You join in their stride and hold Natasha’s hand. You squeeze it three times, hoping she’s conscious enough to feel the silent message of love. Wanda stays beside you.

“We sedated her. She was in a lot of pain, but she’ll be okay, y/n,” Bruce says.

The medical staff takes Nat into a restricted hallway, and you stand at the doors until she’s out of your view. The guys stand around and everyone’s heads are hung low.

“What happened?” Wanda asks.

“I left her alone for one minute and when I was coming back there was an explosion. Nat got hit pretty hard with debris and directly hit the building behind her,” Clint explains. He’s close to tears. You can’t tell if it’s from sadness, anger, or regret. Maybe all three.

“It’s not your fault, Clint,” Steve says. “We were all there. No one clocked that bomb, not even Natasha.”

“She’s going to be fine,” Tony says. “She has to be.” He doesn’t always let on how much he cares for his teammates and friends, but they are his family, and he cares for Nat especially.

“We’re sorry, y/n,” Clint says.

“It’s alright,” you say genuinely. You know it’s no one’s fault.

It’s over two hours before the doctors tell you that you can see Natasha. You practically run to the room where she is. She looks so small in the hospital bed.

“Hey Nat,” you say as you make your way over to her.

“Hey detka,” she says quietly, her eyes are barely open, and you can tell she is still waking up from the medicine.

“How are you feeling?” you ask her, grabbing her hand softly. You bring her hand to your lips and kiss it.

“I think I’ve been numbed from head to toe, so I guess I’m okay for now,” she replies. “Come here, my love.”

She does her best to open her arms for you, but in the act of trying not to put any pressure on her body it’s an unsuccessful attempt at cuddling. Natasha lets out a soft laugh and you just lean over and kiss her.

“As soon as I can, I’m going to hold you again, baby,” Nat says sweetly.

“Thank you. I just love you so much, Natasha. God, I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I love you too, so so so much.”

“I was so worried I wouldn’t be able to tell you how much I love you again,” you say. You’re choked up from emotion and Nat frowns. She reaches for your hand this time and holds it in hers.

“Hey, y/n, I promised you I’d come back to you. I didn’t intend on breaking that promise,” Nat says.

“I know, but you got way too close this time.”

“I did. I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Natasha says.

“No need to apologize. All I care about is that you’re home now, baby,” you tell her.

Natasha looks into your eyes for a long time before she speaks again and when she does it’s not what you expect her to say.

“Maybe I should retire. I can’t afford getting this hurt again. I have to live for you,” she says. You look at her skeptically.

“But Nat helping people is what you love to do. You’re an Avenger, you’re a hero.”

“I am, but first and foremost I’m with you, I’m your wife. You’re more important to me than anything or anyone else. They’ll call me if they need me, but I want to focus on us. On you,” Natasha explains.

“Okay, my love. Let’s focus on you getting better for now.” You glance towards the door and see Wanda looking through the window. “Everyone is waiting out there to see you,” you say, and she nods.

“I love you,” she says.

“I love you more.”

“I love you most,” the two of you say at the same time and you share a smile.

You kiss her cheeks, her forehead, and lastly her lips. Each one is a promise of your love for her. One that you will always keep.

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[scorpiomoon-444]

love between [preview]

omatikaya!reader (19) x neteyam (19) v. aonung (19)

summary: in which reader follows the Sullys to adapt to the Metkayina lifestyle in Jake Sully’s hopes of keeping his family safe.

aged-up!neteyam pic/s creds to @cinetrix ! (fr doing god’s work)🫶🏼

ary’tanika (reader) x neteyam v. ao’nung

PSA: i won’t be giving much detail about the characters yet bc i personally love the element of surprise--i’ll let y’all figure it out as you read and as i release more parts :) the characters will be aged up. as for the reader (y/n), the name ary’tanika is y/n’s na’vi name (stay tuned for more on that). like i mentioned, more details coming soon <3 hope you all look forward to it :) ! (this is my first fic so please be patient and give it lots of love🙏)

*Ary - pronounced ‘Ah-ri’ short for Ary’tanika

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“So..?” Ao’nung asks curiously. “Are you gonna sit, or just stand there all day?” He cocks an eyebrow at you in judgement, but his voice welcomes a flirty tone, a small smirk dancing at the corners of his lips as he looks up at you with a playful glance.

“Fine. I’ll sit next to you,” You decide, a glint of mischief in your eyes, slightly picking up on his energy. His tail wags softly in anticipation—though he doesn’t think you notice—as he makes some room for you to sit down. His ears subtly perk up as he waits, before you take a seat on the sand beside him. 

“Are you, possibly, a bit nervous?” He teases, a soft smirk playing on his lips, before his eyes wander to the nearby ocean. There it is. Ao’nung seems to have a very playful demeanor when it comes to you, contrary to your family friends, the fellow Omaticaya.

“Or maybe I’m just imagining things…” he finishes with a chuckle, his ears perking up as he glances at you from the side.

You let out a breathy laugh, “And exactly what about me helped put that idea in your head?” You raise a brow at him, leaning back on the palms of your hands.

“Well, I’d think anyone would be nervous sitting next to me,” He replies with a soft chuckle and teasing grin. “What’s the real answer?” Ao’nung asks playfully. “And don’t lie to me,” He warns with a small smirk, “I can read minds.” His gaze meets yours, before his eyes trail down the rest of your figure.

“Is it something more, maybe...?” He adds with a grin, his ears perking up as he leans in closer. “That’s if my intuition is right,” He pauses, placing a hand on his chest, “which it always is.”

You can’t help the amused smile on your lips at his words. “You’re seemingly confident,” You chuckle at his cocky demeanor—nothing he hasn’t shown you. “If you could read minds…” You tease, “Tell me what I’m thinking, then. Right now.”

Ao’nung is amused by your playful banter and smirks at your demand.

“How about, you’ve got the hots for me, is that about right?” He asks cheekily, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he meets yours. “Or perhaps something else?... Does that answer your question,” He pauses for a mere second, “...Little one?”

His words bring you back to the events from just the other day, his tail brushing gently against your leg, a playful twinkle in his eyes.

Your eyes widen and ears perk up slightly at the sudden contact of his skin on yours.

“Now you know why I think you’re nervous…” He chuckles softly to himself as you react in surprise, a playful grin forming on his face—seemingly content with the effect his subtle touch has on you.

It takes you a small moment to compose yourself before speaking again. "Wrong...” You begin, brushing him off. “Let's not get cocky, Ao'nung," You tease, tilting your head in a playful manner with a subtle expression of mischief.

“Doesn’t count if I’m only being honest,” He says confidently, before slowly bringing his lips close to your ear, “and I think you know that,” He mutters in a soft, low tone. 

His voice alone sends chills down your spine, but you ignore and shake off the feeling it brings. “I’ll prove it,” You try to say nonchalantly, with daring eyes.

Ao’nung grins even more and raises his eyebrows, ears twitching with anticipation. “Oh?” He hums, amused by your provocation. “Is that a challenge?” 

“All I’m saying is... I think you may be a little confused,” You pause—shifting your weight in the sand to face him completely—before leaning closer to him. “It’s you whose got the hots for me,” You say softly. “Or like you said... perhaps, something more?” You raise a brow at him.

Just then, Neteyam, comes into sight. You take notice of his approach from the corner of your eye and take this as a cue to dismiss yourself.

“Is that so?” Ao’nung chuckles, his voice low and rough as his eyes narrow lightly on yours. “And do you have any proof of this… obsession of mine?” His lips twitch into another smirk, and this time he shifts a little closer, his expression unreadable. But his eyes—those pale orbs of aquamarine—hold a hint of a challenge. A hint of a game they’re playing, like they’re waiting for you to step up.

Just the idea of it gets his heart racing.

You simply grin at him kindly and stand from previously laying on the sand beside Ao’nung, your tail slowly caressing his arm as you turn on your heels to face him. You almost miss the subtle wag of his tail at the abrupt contact of skin.

"I should get going," You say dismissively, looking down at his figure on the sand.

“Is it too much..?” He asks slowly, all while his tail brushes gently against your leg, attentive to any reaction you might have to him.

"So considerate of you to ask..." You tease with a pout and a shake of your head. “But you should know,” You tell him, “too much is never enough.”

His eyes shine with amusement, and your soft gaze meets his, a smirk spreading on his face. “We’ll see about that.”

You raise an eyebrow at his cocky attitude. "Maybe we will. Or maybe not." You shrug derisively at his challenge, clearly confident in your anticipated victory. 

"Ary!" Neteyam calls for you from afar.

"That's me,” You tell Ao’nung, excusing yourself as you turn on your heels to head in Neteyam’s direction. You look over your shoulder one last time as you walk away, “Don't miss me while I’m gone, Ao'nung," You tease.

He lets out a chuckle, a grin slipping across his lips, sharp white teeth baring, his voice a low rumble with subtle sarcasm. "I won't miss you...at all.” His words only serve to make his smirk grow even wider. He stands up as well—his tail wrapping around yours to take ahold of, before he pulls you back into his chest in an embrace. “Hope I don’t take up too many of your thoughts, little one,” He purrs into your ear.

Neteyam spots you and Ao'nung speaking alone by the beach. He observes from afar, noticing the way his tail brushes against your leg, or yours against his arm. He consistently turns a blind eye to the reason behind his muscles tensing up at the sight ahead of him. 

It’s initially because you confide too much in your friendship with him that it’s an idea he doesn’t even consider pursuing, as it could potentially jeopardize your friendship. A friendship developed years ago that—for some time, now—has been what’s grounded both of you in times of distress. You have always been best friends. Neteyam contemplated quite some time about being honest with you about this, but with the Sky People hunting his family, things got so very a little complicated, so he settled for a choice where you’d be safest. He thinks it’s best to keep things as they are—as best friends. That’s it. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Nontheless, the sight in front of him makes him feel ways he typically doesn’t feel. He’s bothered. But seemingly more frustrated—more so with himself.

Not that he initially would, but Neteyam understands he can’t make a scene. Despite how badly he hated the idea of you and Ao’nung. Especially not with the son and heir of the Metkayina Chief. Though, Lo’ak had a different plan for him waiting to happen later that day. 

"Ary!" Neteyam calls for you. 

You break from Ao’nung’s embrace, his slightly larger tail keeping its hold on yours.

Your heart leaps at the sight of Neteyam approaching. You almost miss the subtle flash of anger in his gaze as he watches you two. He gives you a smile, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“Hey,” Neteyam says loudly, his voice warm, though slightly strained. If you didn’t know him so well, you would have missed the slight variance in his voice.

"Neteyam," You acknowledge him with a soft tone, giving him a warm, earnest smile, genuinely happy to see him.

The rage he feels building up under the surface instantly dissipates at the tone of your voice and gentle expression. Though, his eyes jump between you, Ao’nung, and your intertwined tails.

The flash of jealousy comes and goes quickly when he catches the way Ao’nung had you wrapped in an embrace from behind, only a couple seconds prior. The tension in his muscles are still there, but he recovers his composure, and you hear his voice—it’s soft, like usual. “What are the two of you up to?”

"Ary was just telling me how nervous I make her," Ao'nung teases you, a glint of mischief in his eyes, to which you roll your eyes.

Your peeved demeanor gives Neteyam a little reassurance. Still, he can't help but notice the way your tail’s wrapped around Ao’nung’s. Technically, it’s his wrapped around yours. Neteyam habitually avails himself with equanimity in difficult situations, usually reserved, not often letting his emotions determine his actions. Except, he can’t help the way he’s so bothered at the way Ao'nung's eyes rake you.

Neteyam nods, a smile on his face. “I’m not sure you’re aware of the difference between nervous and scared,” He replies, attempting to conceal his true feelings with sarcasm. He tries to seem unaffected, so hard that he actually manages to maintain a pretty natural demeanor. You can almost miss the brief flash of anger that’s flitting across his eyes before he catches it—before the feelings of tension and jealousy are gone. 

"I’m not interrupting something.. am I?" Neteyam asks, his eyes darting back and forth between you and Ao'nung. He’s always been very attentive—observant eyes watching closely and ears listening carefully. Constantly giving close and thoughtful attention to the behaviors, expressions, and intentions of those around him. It is this observant, leader-like quality that differentiates him from others—he always takes care of things with persistence, and will take notice of very subtle changes.

"No," You almost stammer, retracting your tail from Ao'nung's, before averting your gaze to the beach, afraid Neteyam would take one look into your eyes and see right through your lie. Which, to be fair, isn’t a lie.

Not a big lie, anyway.

There are no feelings involved when it comes to Ao’nung. But there definitely was something going on between the two of you.

Tension. That’s it.

You and Neteyam are far from ever becoming mates, and you have both proven this to one another numerous times through reoccurring events. Back home, you were well aware Neteyam invested time into seeing other Na’vi, just as you did. For the fun of it. Though, neither of you really had too much time on your hands as you constantly spent your time training together, and when you weren’t, you were busy foraging for plants and herbs with Kiri.

Still... Why does it feel any different if it’s Ao’nung? 

Neteyam’s eyebrows furrow and displays a mixture of an anxious and pained expression on his face. He seems genuinely upset for a moment, but then it’s gone, the look wiped clean from his face. Fuck. He definitely saw through the lie.

He smiles a bit, in hopes of making light of the situation. “What is it... Some kinda secret going on, or...?” Neteyam questions with a smirk, his expression a little joking, but there’s a genuine question in there, behind the playful facade. 

"No," You reassure Neteyam again. "There are no secrets," You tell him, briefly sharing a glance with Ao'nung—whose eyebrows go up as soon as he notices the slight hesitance in your voice from earlier. His ears perk up as his tail wags quickly, the tip moving up and down. 

"Are you sure?" He asks with a subtle sneer. "You aren’t hiding something.. are you?" He demands with a soft chuckle. He circles you, his eyes glittering with amusement as he gives Neteyam a playful smirk and inches closer to you. “You don’t keep secrets, Ary… do you?"

There’s amusement in his hum when he asks, his tail gently brushing against your leg. He’s taunting you. His eyes then avert to the deeper-blue skinned Na’vi, whose expression instantly and very visibly transforms. His eyes immediately fill with rage, his jaw tensing.

“Stop this,” Neteyam takes a step towards him, “Now,” he growls, baring his teeth out of annoyance, his pupils enlarging ever so slightly so the white parts of his eyes are showing. His gaze is glued to the tail he has pressed up on you, his jaw still clenched. Ao’nung’s eyes sparkle with contentment, seemingly pleased to have struck a nerve.

“Oh?” He hums with gratification. “Does this bother you?” Ao’nung provokes.

You notice Neteyam’s face darken again, but he lets out a breathy laugh, and gives Ao’nung a smile. “Not at all,” he deadpans, the smile now gone.

His words make your heart drop to your stomach. It feels like a pang in your chest. You hate it. Maybe coming all this way wasn’t such a good idea, after all.

What if Dad was right?

You shrug it off, no longer feeding the thought or wanting to indulge in your emotions.

Neteyam notices the flicker in your golden eyes dim for a second, and his expression softens slightly.

“Perfect,” You agree with him—before he has the chance to speak again—in an attempt to conceal your brief moment of heart ache.

There’s a short-lived moment of only the sound of the moving water that fill your ears. Neteyam purses his lips with a nod of his head, almost like it was hard for him to digest your words. Almost.

"Oh look, you made him speechless.." Ao'nung’s voice is light and his demeanor playful, a soft smile on his face as he talks to you.

“You must be more charming than I give you credit for..." He teases, his eyes still on you as his tail gently caresses your leg.

You notice the instant scowl that transforms Neteyam's face, his eyes focused on Ao’nung’s tail. His fists clench for what seems like a millisecond. But he holds himself back—not wanting to start drama with the son of the Metkayina Chief. 

"Or...." Ao'nung suggests, a sly sneer forming on his face—this time his blue eyes following Neteyam.

"Maybe he likes you," He finishes with a shrug of his shoulders, his tail growing more playful as the smirk on his face turns into a grin.

Neteyam’s breath seems to catch for a moment at this comment, his tail flicking. You catch the faint look of surprise in his eyes and elusive twitch of his ears. But he merely rolls his eyes and scowls at the cyan-skinned Na’vi. "Skxawng," He says in a light manner as he shoves Ao'nung lightly, “You know nothing.”

Neteyam then takes ahold of your wrist. “Let’s go, Ary,” He demands with a deadpanned expression and leads you away from Ao'nung.

He drags you a little away from him, a soft sigh escaping his lips, and he releases the grip on your wrist.

There’s a short pause. Then, there it is again. A troubled expression plain on his features. He’s definitely holding back on something. “Look,” He says, his voice a low rumble. 

He scratches the top of his head, an expression of reluctance displayed on his face, before he cocks his head slightly to the side in defeat. He takes a step closer to you.

“I need to talk to you alone…” he says quietly, with a gentler tone this time. All while your eyes follow his hand that gently reaches for yours. “Is that okay with you?” His eyes are pleading, darting back and forth between your softened gaze, scrutinizing your features in search for an answer. 

You’re surprised by his simple action, but more so, confused by what he’s indicating. Your heart races, anxious of what he may propose or confess. But your mind wanders to what could be worse—the words that may fail leave his mouth, proving your dad right.

Worse, because, Dad being right meant that, ultimately, you would need to leave your feelings for him behind. For good.

All while leaving him behind, too.

[ladycamillewrites]

Against the Odds

Chapter 10 - Don't be sorry

warnings: pregnancy stuff, emotional scenes, cussing

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“Chris? Can you hear me?“

“Tom! G’day mate! I know I might’ve overstrained your nerves yesterday“ Chris sighed, suddenly feeling a bit guilty for throwing the overwhelming piece of information at his best friend on a random Thursday night. Wile he was out with Benedict.

“No, it’s- I… fuck, man“ Tom’s husky voice echoed through the Aussie’s phone, self-doubts were battling rays of hope for a brighter future in his voice. “I’m in Dubai right now“

Short silence.

“Erm, you are where?“ 

“Dubai. It’s a three hour layover but those guys have quite the comfortable business class lounge“ Tom replied, the rattling of cutlery adding to the background noises.

The gears in Chris’ head shifted fast, the realization of what his best friend was doing set in like a lightning. But honestly he didn’t expect anything else. Tom was a good man with a strong heart.

“Oh god, thank ya. Y/n is” he stopped for a second “Well, she needs you“, his voice vanishing in a whisper as he heard your high-pitched curse from upstairs. Perhaps the baby was giving his sister some thundering headaches again. A muffled giggle resounded from the actor’s vocal cords whereas Tom was on red alert.

“Is she alright? God, I should’ve come far earlier“ the Brit sighed, doing a desperate facepalm and his left forearm landed on the table with a dull smack. The Arabian specialties he ordered smelled tantalizing however, his hunger was gone.

“Bro, calm down. It’s probably just the baby doing it’s first moves. She always complains about how it tickles on the inside and she can’t do anything about it“ the Thor actor explained, trying to take the guilt from his friend. There was no real need to make him insecure by telling the first conjecture about the reason of your cry. 

“Thank god. It sounds like her“ Tom chuckled lightly, freeing his forehead from the strong grip of his hand. Planes were taking off and pushing back behind the thick windows giving him hope to finally be reunited with the woman he loved more than anything else.

And his unborn child.

“So, If nothing gets in the way I’ll be arriving in Brisbane at 2pm“. 

“I’ll pick you up, bro. Have a nice flight“ Chris hurried to say goodbye before his secret phone call would blow up.

You were bustling all around the house, finding something new to do every five minutes. The second trimester, despite of small movements of the baby and occasional migraine, was flooding you with energy and motivation to do the most random stuff at even more random times. 

“Arielle? Where are you?“ Liam’s voice echoed from downstairs. “Bathroom. Thor tries to eat my bikini bottooooooms“ you yelled back, the panic in your voice amusingly audible. The fluffy Australian Shepherd was a sweetheart. Mostly. But sometimes he turned into Satan himself and tried to annoy the hell out of you.

“Thor tries to do what?“ Your youngest brother asked, the wicked entertainment obvious. Of course he found that funny. “When you finished laughing could you please get your pretty ass up here and put that dog away-ahhhhh!“.

Liam bit his hand to repress a roaring laughter while Chris fist banged on the counter top. Another desperate try to keep it in whereas your agitated curses echoed from above. Their gazes met and both knew they were absolutely defeated. Bursting out in crippling laughter the brothers bathed in your suffering. 

“Liam and Chris fucking Hemsworth! I know y’all grinning like a shot fox. M’ gonna kill you by drowning in the sea“ you cried out before dull thuds announced you descending the stairs and approaching your brothers with the chewed string of wet fabric menacingly in your hand. “Nooo, don’t“ Liam cried out running away from you like a scared, giggling child. You were a mess with your brothers but hell, no one cared so it was just perfect. 

“You’ll buy me a new crossie, friend“ you pointed at Chris who was still choking on a slice of mango. “Why should I?“ He threw his hands up in despair before the salivated fabric hit his naked torso with a wet smack. You weren’t to play games with right now but secretly you enjoyed the childish banter.

*ding-dong*

“Arielle, could you please accept the mail?“ Chris yelled from out of the garage. He just got back from grocery shopping and you were the only one dry and inside since your nephews were having quality time with their mother in the pool. Reluctantly, you got up, hasty legs carrying you towards the big, white door. 

Lost in thoughts about Tom, the few months you relished in a perfect life with him London, you twisted the doorknob.

“Hello, my love“.

Your jaw dropped, hands flying up to cup your cheeks as the man you were thinking about nonstop stood in the doorframe, a pretty bouquet made out of lilies and roses in his hands. It felt like you were frozen, as if the person who played you as character just paused the game while Tom’s coy yet incredibly charming smile dazzled your widened eyes. 

“May I come-“ he began, but the baritone voice you had missed so much died as your lips sealed with his. It was as if there had never been a second of pause, not even the slightest touch of difference. It was beautiful whereas you felt horrible inside. Hot tears teetered in the brink of your eyelids, ready to stain Tom’s notorious blue sweater.

“I missed you, darling“ he breathed as you parted for a second, causing the dam of your eyes to breake and gushes of salty tears streamed down you reddened cheeks. 

You had basically abandoned him, left him without a trace and only a ludicrous excuse of a letter. Nevertheless, the man stood right here in front of you smiling thorough his own emotionality with the biggest doe eyes. He wasn’t angry, was he?

Honestly, you couldn’t even blame him if he was.

“Listen, Tom I- I am so fucking sorry” it blurted out of you, unable to meet his ocean blues and turning away from the door instead. Your step away allowed the Brit to enter, however, you were trying to get a safe distance. A few feet that would spare you from his beautiful face contorted in disappointment like a Bernini statue.

“Love, please” 

“No, I can’t. There’s no adequate excuse for what I have done. I should have spoken to you before I left. I should’ve told you that I am…” your voice died in the sore passageway of your throat. Tom was unaware of your biggest secret, wasn’t he?

A whole damn child spending it’s thirteenth week of live in your belly was a hell of a secret. You felt like crumbling apart.

“Pregnant? I know, y/n” Tom’s soothing voice hoisted your gaze from the floor, rays of hope sparkling in your eyes and the broadly smiling man came closer. Was he alright with it? Would he possibly want to have a child with you? A thousand scenarios rumbled through your agitated mind, images of your happy family life fighting the idea of raising him or her alone.

“How do you-“ you began, your boyfriends sharp jawline pointing at your brother as he nodded agreeing wordlessly. Chris sat in the staircase grinning like a Cheshire Cat and holding both thumbs up in an affirmative gesture. Of course. How could you’ve been so stupid to tell him and not expecting him to tell his best friend who happened to be the father. 

You scoffed, grabbing Tom’s hand and pulling him across the whole living room until you reached the terrace, elaborately peppered with exotic plants and a few loungers. Peaceful and peace was definitely what you desired the most. Inner peace with yourself and the man you were ready to lose everything else for. 

“I found out the night of the London Awards but I was already in the tenth week. Remember when I stumbled and you dragged me to the ER?” you whispered, hands playing with vivid petals of the bouquet Tom had bought you. Oh, the scent was heavenly reminding you of the unique lilly-scented washing powder Tom used for his dress shirts. 

Probably not a coincidence but a gentle innuendo.

“Oh god. Why- Why didn’t you tell me?” He panted, looking up from the glass table that separated you like bars of a mental prison. His question weighed heavy on your delicate shoulders, the tickle of your baby’s first tries of movements added oil to the fire that spread across every single sense. It felt shitty, as if you had committed a felony.

“Fuck“ you sighed, hiding your sensitive face in the last fortress of small hands. You had hurt him and blatantly so. Shifting uncomfortable on the soft leather, you stopped as his gentle fingertips brushed your bare knees, slowly pushing the hem of your dress upwards, calculated wave-like motions. “Thomas, I didn’t mean to fool you. I really didn’t. It was just… I-“ you began to stammer mid-sentence.

“Shhh“ he calmed your troubled mind, squatting from the leathery surface and reaching to grab your waist. A gentle flex of his exposed forearms lifted you upwards, coaxing you to straddle his lap. His scent invaded your nostrils like sedative gas, his touch melted your spent muscles like lava melts snow. It felt like the exact same home you left three weeks ago.

Guilt. That was what fueled your tears as soon as your face nuzzled in the crook of his neck. You had left him. Pregnant. You could never properly excuse this although your choice had been influenced heavily by the greedy, destructive voices that wanted nothing but drama and heartbreak.

“I know, darling. I could never reproach you for what you did“ he whispered, the big hand continuously tracing little circles and other swirling patterns on your back. “But I sincerely hope that you can give us a second chance“ the Brit purred carefully. “Please, love. I need you“ the last words flew silently in the Australian breeze like a heavy promise. A promise to your ears only before it got carried away.

“Would you want me back? After…well, I left you?“ You murmured barely audible against the drenched fabric of his signature sweater. Your tears had devoured his whole shoulder but the relentless sun would dry it in an instant anyway. A bit of wetness was Tom’s smallest problem at the moment.

“I’ve never not wanted you, y/n. Since the day Chris introduced me to you again I knew you would play the leading role my own, personal movie. God, I have thought about you since that day. Nonstop, not until this very second“ 

“Can we take a break from the world? Just us and the people who don’t judge for a little while? I need to get my life- we need to get our life sorted“ you paused for a little sigh, slightly hesitant to mention the ‘issue‘. “Especially since she’s with us“.

“So… you think it is a girl? Our baby?“ Tom breathed, the words sinking in like hot ash burning all his previous experiences and nurturing the new life he would be building with you. And with whoever little wonder was hiding in your womb. It was much to take in. “Our baby“ he repeated almost absent-mindedly, thoughts trailing off to how he would be a father in about… wait.

“How far along are you, love?“ The question dragged you out of the gleeful bliss of watching Tom’s gorgeous face contort in pure awe. “Fourteenth week so in the beginning of the second trimester“ you began to explain, your boyfriend’s lips twitching with every new piece of vulnerable information he got. You could almost smell his adorable excitement. 

“Wow” his soft baritone cooed, almost in sync with your giggle. “With you wearing this loose dress I could never have guessed”.

“And yes, somehow I have the feeling it’s a girl. She’ll have your beautiful curls, Tommy“. You smiled so freely and happily for the first time in a long time. Your cheeks wandered up to give way to proud, curling lips and your pregnancy glow reflected the sun like a touch of divinity. He always wanted to have children once and with you being their mother, the actor couldn’t be any happier. He never had been to be exact, in none of his earlier relationships.

Tom hummed in approval, returning your smile before your delicate hand grabbed his, guiding it towards your stomach but he stopped, steel blue doe eyes searching for consent. He was a gentleman of the first waters. Always. Even if it was about his own flesh and blood growing like a wonderful flower.

“Go on“ you smiled coyly, gaze fixed on the Brit’s unique facial features scanning them for any sign of reaction as he touched your small bump. It wasn’t too big yet but clearly visible now that you brushed the fabric of the dress. “Christ“ he breathed, a sudden warmth spreading from his palms like a calming balm. You could feel how she was enjoying her dad’s touch.

For the first time knowingly.

“You’re gonna be a father, Thomas Hiddleston“ you snickered. The angelic sound of your words and their overwhelming meaning dragged the curly haired Brit out of his trance and back into the reality he would cherish and treasure like a guard dog. 

“We- we’ll have a baby“ he eventually whimpered with a sniffy tone. The man had lost control over his words or expressions. “I thought it was impossible for me“ you mused, smiling to yourself at all the comments and bottomless accusations Nate had planted in your mind.

Bullshit. It had all been bullshit and Tom, the real love of your life, had proven it.

Nate could proudly go fuck himself because you had everything you wanted. 

But deep down you knew this triumph wouldn’t be for too long. In a few months the premiere of ‘The Moralizer‘ would take place with compulsory attendance for you and Tom. Logically the world world would know if you came.

However, you wanted to keep this piece of heaven for as long as it lasted. In private.

“God, y/n. You're growing a wonder. I can’t wait to meet him“ he chuckled pulling you in a gentle kiss and lavishly toying with your lower lip. He was devastatingly seductive as always but suave in his tender touch.

“Him? So you don’t think it’s a girl?“ You mused against his wet lips, both of your mouths curling in fond smiles and giggles. 

“Hmmm“ he hummed, the dark timbre of his voice always remaining you of Loki, the Asgardian god you had a massive movie-crush on since the first Thor movie and naturally it got progressively worse. To your defense, you weren’t alone. “No. It’s gonna be a daddy’s boy“.

“Tommy! What even is my role then? You cannot just claim little Hiddles!“ 

“Excuse me? Little Hiddles?“ Tom chuckled, butterflies swirling in his belly at your face all scrunched up in mischievous laughter and of course the cute nickname you had given the baby. He would copy that most definitely. ‘Little Hiddles’ he repeated in his head, pride swelling in his chest, the thought of you as the mother of his child was simple in it’s nature but utterly beautiful.

“Y/n, Tom? Can we talk for a second?“ A shy Elsa peeked around the corner of the brick column. She had been an angel since your arrival, the second person to know of your pregnancy in general and the best source of productive help you got so far. She had three kids after all.

“Sure, and thank you for letting me stay, Elsa. Truly“ Tom unwrapped his charming, British smile making Elsa return it a mere blink of an eye. This man was a honeytrap for every breathing being, a fluffy looking predator that could lure anyone he wished. But it was you who owned his pure heart. You and baby-Tommy, of course.

“You’re something like my brother-in-law so how could I say no?“ She giggled, sitting down opposite of you. “Have you told him about the appointment and the little thing we’ve planned?“ 

You but your lower lips, sudden nervousness cursed your veins at the thought of today’s ultrasound appointment. The biggest one in a while and with a little luck, the doc would be able to determine the gender. Hopefully, everything was alright with your little wonder. You couldn’t bear any complications in this emotionally vulnerable state. Not with the newfound happiness Tom brought with him from London. 

“Well, erm I thought you c- can“ you begun to stutter like a child, your gaze jumping from Tom’s right eyes to his left. “She has a big exam today and now that the daddy is here…“ Elsa tried to help you, nodding affirmatively until the words slipped from your tongue.

“Would you like to come with me?“ 

“If you would have me, dove“ Tom cooed with excitement tugging at his lips.

Chris’ wife was slowly melting but not from the Australian sun, no, from the utter cuteness of the whole scenario. It felt like the final, happy reunion in a rom-com with the best actors on the planet. To her you definitely were.

“And Elsa wants to organize a gender reveal party if that’s okay with you, baby“ you snickered against his muscular chest, the training for Skull Island and the Moralizer was still showing off so seductively. If everything was going well later, Tom would definitely not be allowed the leave the bedroom tonight. 

You were touch starved and so was he, his hips subtly bucking as you leaned back, temptingly putting your cleavage on display for him.

Oh, the passion never died.

“I can hear it in your voice, dove. You would love this, wouldn’t you?“ He mocked playfully, long digits flying to hold you in place. “Maybe“. The giggle spoke volumes, making the handsome Brit set up the serotonin-boosting smile you loved so much about him. The shiny teeth reflected the sun like luxurious pearls while you drowned in the ocean and sky blue shades of his almond eyes.

A beautiful man and all yours. Hopefully, forever.

“Ready? It could feel a bit cold“ the doctor asked for consent before applying the ultrasound probe on your bump. It tickled, felt weird but Tom was sitting right next to you caressing your arm and smiling like an exited kid. You wouldn’t know whether it was a girl or a boy since Elsa planned the party for you. 

The doc knew so everything that came out of his mouth were the standard affirmations. You smiled at Tom, watching him look at the monitor with an awe-struck expression painting his sharp facials.

Fuck Nate. This was exactly what you wanted. This man and this little family.

But his smile died, brows furrowed in confusion as the doctor mumbled incoherent phrases to himself, moving the probe across your belly as if he was searching something. 

“Ehm, is everything alright?“ Your dry voice was shaking and Tom’s big hand grabbed your left hand. The tension was palpable and thousands of bad scenarios began to flash in your irritated mommy-mind. 

“Oh, sorry! Yes, it is actually all good twice“ he explained, fingers moving on the monitor to make measurements or whatever this device was capable of. 

Your confused gaze met your boyfriend’s equally puzzled ocean blues, both unable to process what the doctor was trying to imply. 

“You didn’t know?“ The older man asked again, an exited grin on his thin lips. “Sorry, know what?“

“You’re expecting twins, Ms Hemsworth“ 

“I beg your pardon?“ It blurted out of Tom, disbelief written all over his gorgeous face like an emotional love letter. The shock turned into a sweet realization as the monitor got turned and you saw the two tiny beings sharing your belly like roommates.

“Well, the babies are a bit small for your stage of pregnancy but it's nothing to worry about. Both seem perfectly healthy“.

Two babies.

“Oh my god“ you breathed, mouth agape from feeling you couldn’t even describe properly. Of course, you were overwhelmed for more than just a blink of an eye and maybe would need some days to really process this. However, the main emotions were pure luck, happiness and pride swelling in your fast pounding heart when glassy eyes met Tom.

* beep beep *

“Oh, excuse me for a minute“ the friendly doctor nodded, the honest smile on his face silently congratulating the happy couple before the he left. 

“Twins, darling! You’re a wonder“ Tom sobbed, sweet tears rolling down the sharp path of his cheekbones until they hit your naked belly. It felt so wholesome yet utterly distant as you sat up, back against Tom’s chest and both staring at the on-hold image the doctor captured. 

At first you thought you would never have a baby and now… two little creatures sleeping safe and sound in your bump. The natural consequence of your love to the most perfect man on earth.

“I- I don’t… we have to buy twice as much clothes?!“ It blurted out of you, realization slowly setting like dawn. Tom just chuckled, the deep sound intertwining with happy sobs and vibrating against your neck. He held you tight, one hand sinking down to cup your belly in such loving manner, the twins would surely notice.

“Looks like I have to order two Loki jumpers then“. “Sorry, you ordered what?“ You bursted out in laughter swiftly turning your shoulders to face the grinning man. He was Loki, there was no doubt. But the stubble of his beard was kind of distracting to the image of the ethereal trickster nevertheless, you loved it as much. 

“You will be an amazing father, Tom“ you snickered, the tip of your nose touching his before his pointer brushed your chin and coaxed you into a passionate kiss. Tongues were swirling around each other, tears were mingling at your touching cheeks. This moment was one to treasure, one that was burnt deep in your memory. One that you shared with Tom forever and maybe would think about again when your twins had kids of their own…

“I’m so sorry I left you. Is there any way I could-“ but Tom was quick to interrupt “Love, we talked about this. No more apologies because I am happier than ever“ he breathed in between the heated kiss. Perhaps it grew a bit out of control, his greedy hands melting in the curves of your hips.

“Guys, I’ve heard you’re-“ Elsa stumbled in the room, the handle of her bag getting caught on the doorknob. With heavy pants you parted, mentally thanking the door for distracting your sister-in-law. There was no need for her to see you almost making out in the examination room of the local hospital, right?

“Twins!“ You grinned like a Cheshire Cat while it was still dawning on you that this meant twice the work, twice the fatigue and twice the bustle.

But hell, as if you couldn’t manage it with Tom on your side. You were ready for this luck of a challenge and so was your boyfriend, agog to tell his mom. You’ve met her already, even visited her a few times and she was so adorable. The perfect grandmother, you were sure.

Elsa squeaked like an overly exited child, jumping around to pull both of you in a hug. “Congratulations, you two“ she chirped, suddenly pulling back to stare at you with eyes widened and a silent o on her lips. “Oh gosh! I have to double up all the decoration and stuff“ it blurted out of her bestowing you a good round of laughter.

Unbeknownst to you the doctor returned, your documents and files in his hands.

“Mister Hiddleston, do you know your blood type by any chance?“ He intervened, the smile in his voice audible as the sweet serotonin swirling in the air infiltrated him as well. 

“A negative, sir“ his answer came like shot leaving Elsa and you startled, exchanging funny looks as the doc completed the entries in your maternity record. “Well, you could shoot me in the leg and I wouldn’t know“ your best friend quipped nudging Tom in the side to elicit some kind of explanation.  

Tom’s amused chuckle warmed your heart as you smoothened your blouse again, turning on the medical couch, your legs dangling freely. “While filming Skull Island they needed to know in case anyone got injured in the backland of Vietnam“ he explained, smiling at all the interesting memories he made.

“Have you heard that mini-Hiddlestons? Your daddy is a pretty cool guy“ you cackled, caressing the small bump hidden by comfortable leggings.

“Twins? Are you kidding me mate?“ Chris’ deep voice echoed through the whole house as Tom proudly presented the ultrasound picture the doc gave you. “What?“ India squeaked running towards her daddy and swiftly grabbing the photo. Logically, it was just a weird black and white image of something she was far too young to realize but her youthful joy was unstoppable. 

“Like Tristan and Sasha?“ She asked Tom, small eyebrows furrowed in concentration to process the gleeful situation. India had idolized her aunt y/n since the day she was born and finding out there would be more kids in her family soon was totally awesome to her.

“Exactly. Maybe this kind of luck runs in the Hemsworth-blood?“ Tom joked patting his bro’s shoulders; the man as hard as rock yet fighting happy tears like a toddler. “You have no idea what multiplying this kind of work means“ your big brother tried to detract from his emotionality but Tom just laughed it off.

There was no space for worries or fears right now. Just bliss.

“Chris, what the hell?“ Liam intervened crossing his arms in front of his chest defensively. The youngest brother sometimes actually was the most reasonable. “Are you really just terrifying him? Give this man a break“.

“Exactly, Chris. Listen to your brother“ you feigned seriousness while jumping on Liam’s back letting him carry you around the house like a human horse. “To the fridge“ you commanded strictly, extending one arm with your fingers pointing to the kitchen.

The mini-Hiddles were hungry so the mango in the fridge was destined to die.

The other mango you knew was certainly better suited for more private times…

“Lucky you. The last few days she wanted me to drive her to Macca’s“ Chris sighed, getting up to indulge his begging daughter’s wish to go play with Thor. Tom was left turning around on the couch, his right arm resting on the backrest so that he could watch his beautiful y/n bickering with her brother. She was perfect, curling the corners of lips upwards with ease. 

After you were finished arguing with Liam on how to cut a mango the right way, you were huddled up in Tom’s strong arms, the two of you enjoying the privacy at the pool. Light blue pool lights were creating flickering and swaying rays with the tiny waves rippling across the water surface. It was so peaceful, and so was your heart. Almost.

“Tommy?“ “Hmm?“ He hummed, eyes closed and tired from the excruciatingly long day. A stop-over flight, a fateful talk and finding out he was gonna be the dad of twins had the Brit’s mind dizzy.

However, it was a good kind of dizzy, the way you would feel after a fun rollercoaster ride. 

“What do you say about taking some time off? I want to to savor this with you before we have to face reality again“ you spoke, barely audible in the valley between his biceps and torso. You knew it was going to happen and the media outcry would be heavy. Needless to say you weren’t keen on Nate’s fucking stupid comments. 

But they would meet your ears soon enough and you wanted to be prepared.

“Of course. I already told my manager about a break due to personal reasons. Are three weeks fine with you, darling?“ He cooed, dexterous digits toying with a strand of your hair sprawled across his bare chest. You could feel his defined pectorals flexing as his arm reached out to cradle your figure lovingly. 

“More than fine, my love“ you grinned up at him. “We will be stronger than ever“ He added while his ocean blues wandered your bikini clad body greedily. Oh, how well you knew this look and what would follow. 

“I hope so, Tommy. But let’s not waste time on those idiots, shall we?“ You chirped, his subtle beard tickling your delicate skin as your lips sealed agin.

a/n: twins guyssss 🎉 let's see if the newfound happiness lasts

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pope x reader where they have been best friends since pre-k and she has already met his parents but she hasn’t met the rest of the family . So what happens when pope’s grandmother comes to town and reader is so nice to her but she just can’t seem to like her . Pope’s grandmother always making little jabs at reader throughout her visit and pope tries to keep it at peace but his grandmother says something that gets under readers skin and reader snaps ? You can make up the rest

An: YALLL i love y’all ideas but hope you enjoy

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Pope Heyward x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: this can be read as platonic or romantic, meemaw being a big meanie, cursing, slut shaming (reader is known as promiscuous WRONGLY ACCUSED SHES A SWEETHEART), READER BEING THAT BITCH FRRR, Topper is mentioned, suggestive stuff mentioned, and hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍 not proofread 🤪 outer banks masterlist

Summary: Y/N is tired of Pope’s grandmas bullshit comments

posted: July 18,2033

Pope and Y/N. Y/N and Pope. You never see one without the other. Some people think they’re friends others think they’re more than friends. They never really confirmed anything just let everyone think what they wanted too.

You and Pope have been friends since pre-k when you were playing with the blocks and Pope asked if he can play with you and you been inseparable ever since. You practically tell each other everything. He told you about his crush on Kie. You told him all the boy troubles you been in. You even told him that Topper and friends made a rumor that they took turns with you just because you rejected Topper when he asked you out.

He ended up beating Topper’s ass.

_____

When you met each other’s parents it wasn’t terrible. Your parents thought you guys were not really friends and thought it was a front. His parents thought you were a cute couple.

“We’re just friends!”

It was a common phrase between you guys and everyone else.

Apparently boys and girls can’t be strictly friends anymore.

_____

You found out that Pope was practically royalty and you always joke around and call him your highness and other royal names.

“I’m not actually royalty Y/N.”

“Why yes you are my liege.” You say while doing a dramatic curtsy.

_____

You were in your room reading a magazine just because your celebrity crush was on the cover. Pope comes barging in.

“Oh my god! Pope! What is your issue?!”

“Do you wanna come with me to visit my grandma today?”

You just give him a look.

“What?!”

“Pope your grandma hates me.”

“No she doesn’t!”

Yes she does.

Pope’s grandma always had a problem with you and you never knew why. It was comment after comment.

“I don’t want a dirty girl like you around my grandson.”

“Don’t want your dirty hands on me. I can get up myself!”

“Why are you here?”

“Why is my Pope friends with you?”

“Ok but I will make sure she doesn’t say anything this time.”

After a lot of convincing you and Pope are on your way to his grandma.

_____

As you walked his grandma gave you a stink look. Like you just killed her puppy or something. Pope went up to her and gave her a hug. “Hey meemaw.”

“Hey baby”

You then waved. “I’m not wasting my energy on you dirty girl.”

You just awkwardly stood there not wanting to disrespect her.

“Don’t stay stuff like that to my friend meemaw.”

“I don’t why you call her that Pope.”

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After a while you still you were the victim of these disrespectful comments.

Now Pope thought it would be nice to leave you guys alone with each other. He was in the kitchen and you guys were in the living room.

You guys were watching a show that his grandma wanted to watch. Then out of nowhere she spoke up.

“What are your dirty motives with my grandson?”

You turn to look at her. “Um what? I don’t have any motives? We been friends since like pre-k so why would I have bad intentions?”

“Because I know what you do around this island.”

You just stayed silent. It wasn’t new that more rumors start going around saying you let boys do stuff to you. And that you did stuff to them. But it still made you angry when someone brought it up. You always would lose your cool.

“Excuse me? What exactly do I do?” Frustration clearly in your voice.

“You let men do unspeakable things to you. Like taking turns on you or-.” You cut her off before she can even finish her sentence.

“First of all none that shit happened. Topper only spread that rumor because I said no on a date!” She looked shocked. “Yeah bet you didn’t know that because you don’t know me. And you never tried. I have been nothing but nice to you and you just want to treat me like shit. And with all do respect that’s a very shitty thing to do.”

You just walk out and slam the door.

_____

Pope walked in after you left. “Meemaw what happened?”

She told him everything and to tell you that she’s sorry for how she treated you. He just nodded and went to find you.

_____

You were in the car listening to music and playing with your fingers. Pope knocked on the window and you got out the car.

“She’s sorry for everything and for how she treated you. But it’s okay now because all you have to do-.”

“Is what Pope? Because I’m not apologizing. You don’t know what it’s like to have a disgusting rumor hang over you. You don’t know what they said.”

“I know what they said Y/N. They took turns with you everyone knows what they said!” Now he’s raising his voice. “No you don’t! Not in detail! I’m saying you don’t what it’s like to have someone say that they dick slapped you and you begged for more!” You started to tear up.

He just hugged you. And you hugged him back.

“Ok so anytime you want and it can be never for all I care. We can go to her house and just talk ok?” You nodded into his chest. “Alright let’s go home.”

You love Pope. He’s your best friend.

An: AYEEEEEE ok again former apology for all the song fics ima post until i post again my lovers 🤍 *hint: sugar daddy gojo x maneater reader*

[callsigncrash]

Ok ok so I saw this and immediately had to go here to ask you a thing

Your fav characters(and yamori ofc bcz I love him-) with an gn s/o that always look sleepy asf, hair all a mess and isn't rlly full on awake for like, 1 hours after getting woken up so they're always pretty confused on what's happening around them at that time and snuggle up with the Cc's

I kinda saw this here and thought that making a ask with what I thought on it would be funny:b

(The cat and teen pic is basically said s/o when being woken up lol)

Anygays, thanks in advance, have a good cycle of 25 hours:b

Tokyo Ghoul Characters with an S/O Who’s Always/Looks Tired

Let’s gooo! I’m constantly tired so this is so real. Hope you enjoy!

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Tokyo Ghoul

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Yamori

He completely understands. He’s put together but he’s still almost always looking at least somewhat tired.

He knows you don’t like it but he wakes you up a bit earlier than you need to wake up so that you can come to. He’ll help you out and lay out clothes for you if you feel like you can’t get up to do it.

He tries to do everything later in the day or even at night so you can sleep in if you need to.

Do you need to sleep while you’re both on your way somewhere? Lay down on him, he doesn’t mind.

He’ll run his hands down your hair and back while you lay there. It reminds him of having a lapdog or cat but it’s better because it’s you!

He’s gonna have blankets on hand when you’re in the car, his office, etc. he might even have pillows.

If he knows that y’all have to go somewhere or do something, he’s got your favorite coffee or energy boosting drink ready.

Occasionally refers to you as his “sleeping beauty” to Naki. Gods forbid he lets that slip though. Might not hear from him for a while if he does.

Even if you sleep well, he’s still concerned about how often you wake up tired. Might read up on some sleep studies just in case.

Going back to the “Sleeping Beauty” bit, he thoroughly enjoys kissing you to wake you up. He’s had dreams about it too. He’ll never admit to it though.

Naki

He’s so hyperactive that it’s like a serious opposites attract situation.

He’s like a little kid and will wake you up if he doesn’t immediately go to cuddling when he wakes up in the morning.

Don’t feel ready to wake up just yet? He’ll prop you up, brush out your hair, and then eagerly pull you up and out of bed.

He will drag you places, willing or not. He’s had to explain to people why you’re still in your pajamas and disoriented when out.

Naki, sweet sweet, innocent, reckless, microwave spontaneous combusting, Naki. He cannot cook for anything, even if it’s just a drink. I don’t know how someone could get a creamer ratio so long but he does. Just pretend it’s good, save yourself and him from the tears.

Feeling sleepy enough to fall asleep somewhere? Let him hold you! He’s bony so it’s not entirely comfortable but he’s got a nice embrace.

If someone tries to wake you up when you’re sleeping or if they get upset when you’re groggy, it won’t go well for them. “Thankfully” you won’t see them again afterwards.

He might insist that you go to sleep earlier to see if it helps but when he sees that it doesn’t, he just lets you do your own thing.

If you’re ever self conscious about any bags or blemishes around your eyes, don’t feel bad! He’ll smoke out his liner more under his eyes so that you match. It’s a sweet gesture in the end.

He’ does sneak attacks if you fall asleep somewhere. He’ll sneak up behind you and engulf you in a tight hug and when you come to, he’ll expect some form of kisses.

[rubylane]

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐅   𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃   𝐈𝐍   𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐒   𝐃𝐍𝐈  .        sentence starters from a discord server. adjust as needed.

“  yeah that’s what I want,   sensory assault.  ” “  i can’t believe you make shrekcore look this good.  ” “  who the fuck wets their shoes?  ” “  i will gag them.  ” “  so this pleases the nut.  ” “  ALL THEY DO IS SHIT.  ” “  wait what yeehaw alabama racist figure is this guy?  ” “  please don’t gaslight.  ” “  [name],  can you get some taste?  ” “  i wish death on all.  ” “  i don’t think.  ” “  i’m happy but my depression is also back.  ” “  is that a punching bag in the back of your mouth?  ” “  no worries,   you’re stupid regardless.  ” “  i mean this in the nicest way possible.    shut up.  ” “  wow thank god i wasn’t here when this happened.  ” “  that animal looks like it’s been through hell.  ” “  it’s 7am and too early for this.  ” “  what if i said no.  ” “  i told them it was a social experiment and they fell for the bait.  ” “  goodbye i’m going back to sleep.  ” “  i need to pee so badly.  ” “  can you fuck off?  ” “  we don’t call them hotels,   we call them the street.  ” “  is this what it’s like to kiss ass?    tastes nasty.  ” “  i’ve never been nice one day in my life i don’t know how you do it.  ” “  who the fuck would fuck yzma??  ” “  i know you’re a weak bitch.  ” “  i hope you fall off the stairs and break your leg.  ” “  he has tan france energy.  ” “  do you think if i write about my trauma i’ll get a good grade?  ” “  now what the hell is that?  ” “  how about i kill you?  ” “  are you godmodding me?  ” “  my foot up your ass is about to be real life if you don't shut the fuck up.  ” “  even when we’re wrong,   we’re right.  ” “  i hope you all die.  ” “  STOP PSYCHOANALYZING ME.  ”   “  this was so aggressive,   tell me how you really feel.  ” “  every day you wake up and you consciously choose violence.  ” “  fucking doofenshmirtz balloon looking headass.  ” “  bold of you to assume i have any brain left to rot.  ” “  i'm not even hilarious i just need to see a therapist.  ” “  is she meant to have chicken legs?  ” “  i’m gatekeeping.  ” “  you’re going to want to apologize after i beat your ass.  ” “  why are you thinking about a 2000s song?  ” “  ew,   why would you do that?  ” “  i hope a pigeon shits on you.  ” “  can you imagine hearing that from a white man ?  ”  “  you gotta word things better.  ”  “  was that not a proper conclusion to make ?  ”  “  no one asked.    go back to the life you don’t have.  ”  “  manitoba ?    the company that manufactures TVS ?  ”  “  the ballsack is my daily curse.  ”  “  it takes skill to be that effortlessly stupid.  ”  “  y’all chose to discourse about men at five fucking am for me.  ”  “  this man gives me a major ick.  ”  “  i would just call them annoying but that works as well.  ”  “  snatch him.    you better SNATCH HIM.  ”  “  well maybe get some eyes.  ”  “  i want a relationship but i also don’t.  ”  “  oh who is this paragon of wokeness ?  ”  “  oh you were thinking of DEATH ?  ” 

[depressed-teacup-inc]

Hahahaha multiplication I am so fucking lost

Ok so let’s go we’re doing this

Episode starts with Ladybug and Chat Noir looking for Felix, good job for using a braincell bestie, also why are the Astro costumes so sparkly bro?

People are for some reason still forgiving and supporting ladybug (bitch why?! She fucked up so bad and y’all doesn’t even have the “complex” context to it!) and Chloe and Lila are demonized (Chloe is right to criticize Ladybug tho)

(Also Su-Han was such an afterthought to justify Ladybug, he’s right to be furious)

And Marinette… well. I don’t really know how to feel about her still.

Like I know most people who actually know my opinions of her would think “isn’t this what you wanted? She’s feeling guilt about what she did and trying to move on!” And in that regard, yeah! I am glad that she’s acknowledging that she fucked up miserably and that its all her fault and that she should have done better and let go of her obsession with Adrien, but that’s just the thing

She’s blaming it all on her “love” for Adrien.

This show has a big thing with phrasing, which I never really liked, and while I’m glad Marinette’s finally trying to move on, it feels:

1. shallow (I’ll link my post about her breakdowns and feelings of guilt here, but I still don’t trust her to actually move on, I’m afraid I came across the spoilers for season 5, and she goes back to stalking real quick)

2. Wrong? Like it often feels like whenever Marinette says she should move on it’s not “I can’t function around him I’m fucking crazy” it’s “oh he’s so dreamy I can’t help but be in love with him Alya he’s too perfect I canttttt”

3. Like it’s the wrong thing to do! Everyone is moaning and crying over how “Nooooo you should keep at it honey you got this we love you you deserve Adrein as yours noooo” to make the viewer feel like maybe Marinette and Adrien being apart and not a part of this toxic ass stalker relationship is bad!

And with Adrien…

Listen first of all, I would like to congratulate the Love Square shippers, and specifically Adrienette. I know this is what a lot of people have been wanting from day one and I’m honest to god happy for them! Having ships come true and such always makes people happy! You guys deserve nice things and I really hope this time around, this ship won’t be dragged out to long.

I personally tho? Am not as thrilled, because of the context behind this love square finally coming together.

With Marinette’s constant stalking from day one, Ladybug’s treatment of Chat Noir, Chat Noir being initially very obsessed with Ladybug, and now Adrien being obsessed with Marinette? (Like seriously man, The entire thing with Adrien trying to kiss Marinette’s cheek and Alya trying to hold her so he would kiss her have me such creepy energy and like “no but she wants it!” And like??? NO????? BESTIE NO ALYA STOP MARINETTE SHOULD HAVE THE RIGHT TO SAY NO)

This entire ship has been dragged out for so long and is so unhealthy from both sides (personally I think it’s primarily from Marinette’s side, because she was legit breaking the law or being a really shitty toxic hypocrite, but Adrien is no saint either, never really trying to move on except for season 4, to only now latch onto another person for approval, god I hate it here) that even if on paper, Marinette and Adrien are developing, the tone and background to this ship has kinda ruined it for me

For me, even if right now, they come together in a healthy way (which I’m not even super sure about, Marinette goes back to stalking and viewing Adrien (just like she views Chat Noir now apparently) as an idea/an object of desire for her use, and Adrien is just making the same mistake he made with Ladybug with Marinette! this ship is forever really unhealthy and toxic for me

(Plagg sweetie not you too)

Personally, I still side with Adrien more, as he is again! Given more shit for his bad behavior, gets more mistreated and sidelined by the plot, has a really fucked up childhood that somewhat explains his behavior, and is not a criminal who could be arrested for breaking and entering MARINETTE, but again! Both are really bad

Anyways now that this tangent and my stance on the love square has been made clear let me real quick list everything else out:

1. Natalie my goddess my queen kill your husband and take your boy with you away from Paris please

2. Tomoe is evil out of nowhere!!! And with literally no fucking motive as to why???? WHY IS SHE SUPPORTING GABRIEL?????

3. Gabriel go die, bitch looks like a Q-tip and really went “yeah no we don’t need you for modeling anymore let’s just scan and use a clone of you

4. I love how no one in Paris gives a shit for their constant impending doom from a terrorist so much for that support

5. Felix is about to get demonized and god why am I not even surprised anymore! They made a 14 year old a terrorist to justify Marinette’s hatred for her, forget a complex plot

Also the alliance rings are really weird for me, and I have a million questions as to how Gabriel did what he did with the rings and miraculouses which open a million plot holes for discussion, but I’ll make a post about it when the show releases more info on the rings, so I won’t spoil it for anyone who hadn’t seen the spoilers for season 5 yet

[punkscowardschampions]

Sylke pt.4

Jake: [Okay so, we know what the vibe is here until y’all inevitably crash, not at all casual loop of that scene 5ever which nobody is soz about, will you get to the end ever again, who knows? But not tonight clearly, anyway, it makes sense to skip to him showing up at her house at the o’clock they agreed]

Sylvie: [me like I hope you’ve got your TV volume turned down very low or your entire family is gonna know you’re watching what is clearly some kind of smutty scene as well as so many times that it would be ALARMING lmao, soz fam but byeeeee now, here trying to make yourself look hot for this boy without doing too damn much for what is y’all staying in on a school day, even though we all know what’s up]

Jake: [I wholeheartedly imagine his sister or China or both had to kick his ass to get him to even wake up when the alarm was popping off cos a late night was had, I sure hope your phone or whatever you were playing that film on died so it wasn’t still looping haha, so then he had an argument with his sister/China/both being like I’m not going flops and dragged himself out only when it was time for him to walk to hers and yet he still looks the same as always, which is hot if you’re into it, me like I hope you showered sir if y’all are gonna be hooking up on this day]

Sylvie: [just boy things, truly but clearly we are into it and there’s no denying that when we open this door to let you in and are giving you the LOOKIEST LOOK ever because we’re not about to pretend last night didn’t happen here, so we can, gesturing him in the door with all the !! nerves and energy]

Jake: [in a parallel to the other day throw your bag down immediately (cos we know you’ve bought drinks if nothing else) and throw your jacket down on the floor next to it after shrugging out of it, all without breaking the LOOK, because can’t pretend last night didn’t happen when you were so into it and have clearly been thinking about it and her the whole walk here, even if that was your intention]

Sylvie: [‘have you bought me more homework?’ with a smirk, even though we’re also not looking away to look at this bag serious because imagine if you really did just have a little study sesh, whatever does or doesn’t go down, certainly not the vibe, walk through to the lounge, having to take your eyes off him to not trip only before you’re right back there ‘what was your excuse?’ because clearly tomeena have let you have this week off because of Sam but he’s not got that excuse yet]

Jake: [the way he’s smiling so mischievously at her smirk and the way he’s watching her walk through, not at all subtly checking her out the entire time ‘late night’ because he’s that bitch who tells enough truth that it doesn’t seem like he’s lying, we’ve all noticed, sitting deliberately on the sofa where she sat last night judging from the angles etc in that content, he’s gotta ‘I couldn’t sleep’]

Sylvie: [when you’re already LOOKING at him so the LOOk you must do about what he’s said is basically a doubletake, very much grinning back at you with that mischievous energy like you’re children who got away with something because you are, throwing yourself onto the sofa next to him in a way that’s meant to give platonic and casual like don’t mind me but you already want to be that close to him so you are, laying your head in his lap and having your feet up the back of the sofa ‘we can always have an afternoon nap’ poking, but so gently, the bags under his eyes]

Jake: [getting more comfy also deliberately, really wanna be sat right where she was sat, feeling it, giving her as big of a LOOK down at her in his lap as he pulls her into him making sure she’s super comfy too and STROKES her hair with so much !! making a noise of agreement just cos he wants and needs to make a bit of a noise about where she is]

Sylvie: [truly hope you didn’t make a wet patch and this sofa escaped your antics because you were being feral and you wouldn’t have noticed nor cared, thank god for the dogs to blame for such incidents if anyone even notices, here now doing your own little squeak of !! at the everything that is happening, turning it into a happy sigh as you stroke his cheek before taking your hand away, finally]

Jake: [he’s hoping you did and he’s now sat in it, soz fam but we are feral, hence can’t help lowkey pulling her hair about the little squeak she let out because !! taking a deep breath because he feels like he’s already breathing insanely but then being like actually fuck it and breathing on whatever exposed skin of hers is nearest to him rn without having to do a crazy lean down or anything yet]

Sylvie: [the turned on laugh because he remembered and it’s ridiculous how badly you want this and have been thinking about it since last night, propping yourself up so you are, dangerously, more face to face than you being all the way down there and he has more options, hugging into him again from this new position, so you can do your own breathing and !! into his neck and put your arms around his shoulders]

Jake: [shamelessly committing to pulling her fully into a sitting position in his lap so they are the most face to face they can be, holding onto her so tightly and dramatically while he breathes onto her neck and collar bone and in her ear and her face, nbd, just all the places he could possibly want to]

Sylvie: [cannot and will not be keeping the ‘FUCK’ you moan as you settle into his lap from spilling out, near enough into his ear at this point, only putting any distance in how close your faces are together when you want to watch his breathing and match yours to his so you’re doing the in and out thing in the most extra way]

Jake: [likewise will not even try and stifle the noise he makes in response to that moan in any way at all, like, we could call it a GASP but it’s more extra than that truly, there’s some sound with it, moving as if like he’s again just making sure they’re both comfy as she settles in his lap but really we just had to, having the most fun ever blowing her hair over her face and then blowing it away again too, don’t mind us]

Sylvie: [taking your chance to have your hands all up in his hair, doing tugs with your inhales, shaking your head at how adorable he’s being, doing little circles with your hips on your exhales, keeping it slow and steady, unlike your breaths that are getting more out of control lowkey]

Jake: [hitting her with the biggest LOOK because of her hair antics cos we’re so about it, when you think that your lightheadedness and dizziness is because you’re breathing insanely and the effect she has on you and not because of the looming seizure we’re gonna cockblock y’all with on this day whenever we see fit, and you can’t bring yourself to care because you’re so in the moment, saying her name which is actually the 2nd half of it nickname he has given her now they are besties in the most indecent way, basically whispered in her ear, because you’ve never been able to say it before and you’re so !! by everything she’s doing]

Sylvie: [oh lads, soz we gotta do it to yous, not that you know right now so not a care in the world as you’re running your fingers down the side of his neck before your licking the same trail because he used your name/nickname and you are far from okay about it, squeezing your legs around him like you need to hold on, doing the tiniest bite at the base of his throat, not marking him ofc]

Jake: [we simply must, not just as a cockblock but as a bonding moment because peak vulnerability in her actually seeing him like this and not being freaked out like his friends were when they saw the first one or grossed out because he’s definitely gonna piss himself that’s often a thing, but for rn I will let you live boy, do the best moan ever before you grab her face and drag it back to yours, giving her a final LOOK before you go in for a kiss because I’m gonna let y’all have at least this before I ruin it all]

Sylvie: [it’s very valid and needs to happen but you also need to have your first kiss redux because you barely got to respond last time and you have to give it your everything this time as a result, just here putting all your pent up desire from what y’all did last night into this, your hands going under his shirt to feel his skin, to grab at him mindlessly as you’re really blatantly crashing your body against his in this kiss]

Jake: [mhmm, we gotta let you have a makeout sesh with an intensity the likes of which neither of you have felt before and which will only be topped by the post song reveal makeout sesh, it’s the law, so he’s likewise giving it his absolute all, catch him fully just taking off whatever top she’s wearing regardless of the number of layers or not, he simply doesn’t care either way, and bruising her like he said he would with his own grabbing of her wherever is the most movie inspo vibes]

Sylvie: [when you watched that so many times you could replay it moment for moment without even realising you were, moaning his name into his mouth, pulling his lip into yours and sucking on it so insistently as you unhook your bra and let it fall away to the floor]

Jake: [me like, dogs wherever you are, stay away and don’t come in and lick a nip or something, now is not the time sirs, when you pull away to LOOK at her braless because wanna see her and commit this memory but then you realise you can’t hear her properly or breathe properly in a way that isn’t just !! cos you feel v weird, but obvs you also can’t speak properly to tell her any of this because so many seizure symptoms and they are all such fun]

Sylvie: [the beat between letting him LOOK at you and enjoying how that feels and realising he doesn’t feel right and THEN realising that this is about to be a seizure, good thing you have had time to look it up and not feel panicked as all hell making you a hindrance more than a help, slowly getting yourself off and out his lap and smiling at him in that it’s okay way, kind of pointing at the sofa or the floor because he can decide where he wants to be but we don’t want to overwhelm you with options or lots of words right now]

Jake: [thank god they have had that convo of what to do and not and she’s had time to do some research or we’d truly be dropping y’all in at the deep end here, probably get on the floor so you don’t roll off the sofa when you’re mid and convulsing because you could hurt yourself and nobody needs that, also nobody needs you pissing yourself on said sofa either not that it would be your fault but it’d still be a ballache for the fam, don’t mind us, we’ll just be here having a seizure, it’s not fine but it’s fine, casually the longest 2 minutes of both y’all’s lives]

Sylvie: [I think the floor is the safest bet although you can always injure yourself, we’ll be putting all the pillows and soft furnishings under your head to minimise the main risk, very unpleasant for y’all but the NHS website has a whole list of things you can look out for to tell the person what the seizure was like when they come back around so at least you can do that to not feel totally helpless, just waiting until the convulsions stop so you can recovery position this and come at him like hey, how are you feeling now]

Jake: [we stan a helpful queen, your mother and sister would be FUMING if you hurt yourself, though again can’t be helped and nobody’s fault they’re just beside themselves at all times atm, and also he won’t remember a thing about this and just be lying here in confusion because most peeps don’t so it’s good to know some deets as this is the first time he’d really have any cos of keeping it under wraps, again, don’t mind him just reaching for her, it’s FINE, we’re all fine about it]

Sylvie: [moving so you’re kneeled more directly beside his head because you would have been giving him space there but now you can be closer and comfort him, gently patting his head as a welcome back and soothing it’s okay in one ‘don’t rush’]

Jake: [stick your tongue out at her in a playful manner and a ow look at this shit all in one because obvs you bit your tongue how could you not, finding her other hand and holding it even though you feel all weak and like you barely can because gotta say all the things you cannot with this gesture like thanks for being here and not freaking out and taking care of me and not being grossed out and sorry we got cockblocked by this and ILY basically]

Sylvie: [doing a pout like poor you but obviously we are actually sympathetic even if we’re playing it down not to be a drama queen about this, hence kissing our fingers and tapping your bitten tongue to make it better, laying down besides you in a way that allows us to hold your hand as we give it a little SQUEEZE as well as keep our eye on you, tell him how long that one was, even if we’ll save the rundown in our head for later because it won’t do anything for you right this second]

Jake: [doing an adorable lil smile and looking like the child you are, here basically giving heart eyes as he crawls even closer to her cos gotta be the closest you can be, tell her about what you’ve been told about the first one cos your 2nd one literally nobody saw but there were some peeps around for the first, however drunk and unhelpful they were and hence unreliable witnesses to what actually occurred, giving I’m glad you were here this time instead with his tone]

Sylvie: [very much cuddling back into him but letting him decide how y’all are cuddling because don’t want to crowd you until we’re sure you’re ready for that, still, must give him a forehead kiss as we listen to him, comparing the one he just had with what was said about the first ‘I told you sex was a trigger’ softly, half joking but half the tea]

Jake: [stroking her hair again but in the softest way ever as he’s talking because would feel like it’s taking you a thousand years to tell her these few deets because you’re so tired and not really with it ‘I told you lack of sleep was’ but amused and giving her a lil grin about it ‘you know, you’re meant to taste funny but you tasted like [whatever she did which is complimentary]’ cos not a symptom you had clearly]

Sylvie: [rubbing your cheek against the pad of his thumb, smiling at him, only a little sadly because kinda your fault there but also not going to say you regret it because you don’t and you both firmly believe you gotta live your lives so ‘are we camping here or do you want to get upstairs?’ because you can absolutely take that nap now sir but do you need to crash right now or can you get in bed and get comfy is the vibe, kissing his lips briefly for punctuation and as if you’re asking if you still taste of this thing]

Jake: [we all know he doesn’t regret it either and his eyes are saying so as he’s looking at her ‘do you have a bathroom down here?’ cos that’ll be the deciding factor as there’s nothing worse than properly pissing yourself and having to stay in it so you’ll wanna deal with that first before you do anything, not that you have clothes so you’re gonna have to borrow hers or her father’s but still, kissing her back as dramatically as you can which is very soft rn]

Sylvie: [nod, at first into this kiss before you are sitting yourself back up like okay, yeah, let’s do that, searching for your top to put back on because wouldn’t have done that when we had other priorities but pausing ‘do you want me to wait outside whilst you clean yourself up or?’ giving am I getting in the shower with you or at least assisting because realising it could be dangerous but also allowing you the privacy of us just being outside and coming in if you’ve been too long/we hear a thud]

Jake: [doing a lil pout like she did earlier about her putting her top back on cos playful vibes but also genuinely a bit gutted that she is and y’all got cockblocked that hard like that, genuinely considering her question because you know it would be wise to let her help you but you don’t want her to have to be acting like a carer on day 1 and that’s ultimately the urge that wins out so nod like yeah please do wait ‘Can you get me a drink for when I come out?’ cos being thirsty and having a headache are both lovely things for the aftermath]

Sylvie: [‘Promise I’ll take it off again’ cuffing his chin at this pout but we obviously mean that and are not deterred, even if for now it must be soft hours ‘Of course, I should have breakfast actually, I’ll get us a spread’ because you’ve definitely not eaten as you’d be too excited so a good idea and what you can say you’re doing and aren’t purely waiting for him ‘towels are in there’ standing up to show him where this bathroom situ is]

Jake: [pulling at it gently like you’re playfully gonna take her top off right now but using the gesture and her proximity to help you up without making a big thing of needing help, holding onto her for a sec because you both need and want to, just breathing her in for once instead of breathing on her ferally ‘Cool’ quietly but with all the feeling because it’s obvs more than that it’s a thanks and basically an ILY again]

Sylvie: [when you shamelessly would let him so you’re not even flinching, nor baulking at the way he used it to help get up off the floor, we could all use a minute, giving him the hug you’ve been wanting to, the genuine sigh of relief sounding a lot like your happy sigh because same thing and means so much more also, get this shower running for him because other people’s showers can be a law unto themselves, at least it’s probable there is a seat because Thomas injured himself dancing so you are very welcome Jake, turning to leave because now is no time to sexualise him but also gotta let him know you still are by flashing him a LOOK as you ask if there’s anything else he needs]

Jake: [Oh Thomas, love you, babe, soz we’re lowkey doing this fam so dirty health wise, this boy returning the LOOK while he takes off his top when she’s still in the room because didn’t get to before and it’s just saucy enough, not too much but still !! before you bring her back and kiss her again, it’s gotta be soft but nobody minds cos that’s a mood and a moment with the shower running and their emotions this high]

Sylvie: [just having a marvellous time making out with this boy and gently appreciating his toplessness without getting carried away, you love to see it, break apart with your own pouty noise like no, no, you must shower ‘hurry up, I miss you’ as you’re walking out]

Jake: [hurrying up because he misses her too and also he’s too tired to be faffing about and is probably doing a me where he can’t stand there for ages and ages, but it’s okay because we all get the joys of this boy only in a towel, you’re welcome, it’s what y’all deserve after what we’ve just done to you]

Sylvie: [the way we’re going to sneakily get your bottoms and wash and dry them so you can wear them home, just know it and appreciate it; for now we are WATCHING you from the kitchen moment as we’re finishing off whatever breakfast you’ve chucked together, probably fruit stuff because you know he’s that type, come over and hand him his drink, after he’s gotten himself comfy again]

Jake: [As someone who has pissed themselves a lot and knows exactly how he feels I do appreciate it v much actually, but catch him taking a drink and WATCHING her too over his glass because this is so domestic and the continental breakfast vibes are making you think about Paris]

Sylvie: [having the same thought and very much wanting to lay all over him but you have to let him hydrate and you must try to eat something lest you have your own dizzy spell, not cute, the heart eyes are so real though as we put this breakfast on the coffee table like help yourself]

Jake: [fruit is an excellent shout for how thirsty you feel just try not to go ham because an upset stomach is another thing that can happen and that wouldn’t be cute either, gesture for this girl to sit next to you and when she do feed her something, not even trying to be hot about it just being cute and domestic]

Sylvie: [again, a lovely time being had feeding each other, are going to have to kiss you also but we’ll keep it very chill in terms of how extra we could be, you can put on some chill music to match the vibe]

Jake: [the vibes are immaculate and I approve, after you’ve eaten (and smooched) you can go upstairs and lie down in her bed and snuggle that’ll be nice]

Sylvie: [y’all are teenagers so she’ll happily be able to nap with you as it’s clearly the AM and who wants to be up that early anyway; but the casual feral state of your room/bed after your night will have you BLUSHING as you’re leading him in because tidying was not a priority, doing a little sheepish grin at him because you both know]

Jake: [girls we all know his most mischievous smile is back at her own grin and most importantly her blush because rn with how tired this boy do be and the fit we’ve put him through last night feels like a million years ago so it’s lovely to have that reminder that it isn’t and let some of those mems flood back, I love the parallel of him letting his towel drop to the floor much like she did her bra earlier even though he isn’t doing it with !! saucy intent he really is just getting under these covers to snuggle and snooze, I also love that however sleepy he is he is nevertheless sat up in her bed for a minute looking around at her room and appreciating the vibes, trying to take in as many deets as he can]

Sylvie: [doing more smiling and blushing at his booty ‘cos boy's butts are always cute and funny idk why, hence we’re even doing a lil laugh but in a nice way because you’ve never been in this domestic a situation with a boy before and it’s weird but also you love it, whilst he’s looking around your room, rooting through your drawers for a slouchy pair of PJ bottoms or joggers he can put on after your snooze ‘you already knew I was a terrible hostess’ as you’re crouched in front of these drawers, looking at him in your bed, because giving sorry about the mess vibes]

Jake: [when you have been in this domestic a situation before because your gf literally lives with you so this should be weird/you should be feeling all types of ways rn that you’re just not because you also love it ‘cool room though’ with way more feeling than that suggests because whatever vibe she’s got going on he’d be here for it, both in the ways they are similar and the ways they are different, truly, gesturing for her to come and get in this bed with you like it’s the most natural and obvious thing in the world ever despite how naked you are and what a first this is]

Sylvie: [hurrying over to get in this bed with him, again, as if this is something you’ve done with anyone in this context, never mind him, no hesitation in also slipping under these covers, facing him so the ‘thanks’ is so unnecessarily in his grill, smoothing his hair out on your pillow]

Jake: [likewise 0 hesitation in getting really comfy immediately and wrapping his entire body around hers so entirely like he’s wordlessly saying thanks back for everything she did with how !! and cosy this snuggle is, no notes]

Sylvie: [doing the tiniest gasp into his neck, hugging him back and somehow making it tighter like you could be any closer, giving him some really soft kisses over his whole neck/face area like the you’re welcome it is]

Jake: [doing a happy sigh about it all because it’s the only acceptable response ‘thanks for giving me another chance’ because she really did not have to and he knows that, said so quietly into her skin like that’s nbd instead of something you mean with your whole heart]

Sylvie: [‘I understood’ with a microscopic shrug because you don’t want him to move away from you at all but you did, even if it was embarrassing and you were in the !! trenches, he has a girlfriend, you don’t feel as if you can really be offended by him trying to do the right thing there, speaking as quietly as he is, constantly touching him in the softest ways rn ‘and I’m glad I did, you’re alright’ understatement of the century purposefully there]

Jake: [a nod that turns into a soft but not little and very !! neck kiss because he isn’t and doesn’t want to move away either but she does understand him better than anyone rn and that’s just tea ‘I’m glad we’re friends again’ while he’s doing the absolute most kissing her neck obvs]

Sylvie: [just here silently, but not really because you’re breathing is crazy, pulling whatever you have on your bottom half down, shifting closer to him to get out of these clothes so he’s not alone in his nakedness, again, no thought to hesitation here ‘you’re a good friend’ with all the sincerity and !!]

Jake: [helping her get out of these clothes because you just wanna but also you don’t want her to have to move too much from the insanely close proximity that y’all are in cos you only wanna get closer if anything, catch him just running his hands over her body the way he did not get to do earlier, gently because you still feel weak and tired and all the things, but very intentionally]

Sylvie: [‘look at me again’ almost a question with how much it’s not a demand right now because we want to repeat the moment you were having before your seizure even if it is purely this moment and this moment alone, getting your top off over your head too so he can, love that you’re even more naked than you were, it’s giving progression, putting your hands on his shoulders, where you pushed him before in the kitchen, just reliving every moment you’ve had thus far and being so !! but soft]

Jake: [we love to see it, once again the vibes are immaculate well done lads, LOOKING at her with even more !! than earlier because you weren’t fully in the moment then with that seizure about to happen and you so are now, however tired, hence you gotta rub your face right after from how hard you were STARING at her unblinkingly for what feels like forever, running his hands over her body again with even more !! for this extra nakedness cos didn’t get to touch her boobs earlier and that’s a tragedy, finally PULLING her into him so they are even more tangled up than before, kissing her on the mouth with SUCH intensity even though it’s soft and romantic not like feral and frenzied, literally missing at one point cos of the sleepiness so he’s kissing her face and being the most]

Sylvie: [giving him just as much attention, truly giving how we were watching that scene with the way we refuse to look away, constantly inching closer to whatever part of him we’re looking at now, testing with our hands and then an individual finger and then just our nails, trying to make him feel how his looks and touches are making us feel, mirroring but only in vibe not in what you’re doing if that makes sense, the way this kiss is EVERYTHING and we’re so readily coming at his face with the same makeout energy like he meant to do it, just out here licking your face so indecently but the heart eyes energy of it all is still so real]

Jake: [it makes total sense and we’re all here for it, hence I’m gonna be nice and let y’all have a makeout sesh for a minute here that then turns into him kissing her everywhere on her body he can reach with how pressed together theirs are, before his eyes keep closing, despite how extra we wanna be with all our heart eyes and LOOKS whenever there’s the slightly pause for breath or anything, and he literally yawns so neither of y’all can ignore it, hard as he’s been trying to]

Sylvie: [stroking his face as he’s yawning, pulling him closer to you again and gesturing for him to get comfortable and just snaking your body around his when he does, finding one of his hands under the covers and bringing it to your mouth clasped in your own hand to kiss like a promise of more later, resting your head on his shoulder to look at him ‘night, Jake’ like it isn’t the morning because we don’t care what time it is, it feels like an endless continuation from your feralness from actual last night and you’re both finally crashing properly]

Jake: [getting so comfy and making his hold of her an even tighter one, tight like he’s relieved he can be that !! because he’s been feeling so weak up to now and this is more like his usual self, pulling her head from his shoulder to his chest like he did on the sofa, stroking her hair again as he kisses it, on her ear so he can say it back to her into it like a sleepy but hot af whisper, calling her her nickname again obvs because all the feeling]

Sylvie: [not you sleepily drawing an ‘S’ over the pec your head isn’t on over and over, lowkey hypnotising yourself to sleep with the repetition and the comforting feel of his chest going up and down beneath you, doing a happy sigh once again because you really like this nickname and I feel like it isn’t one anyone else calls you particularly so it feels like it is just for y’all which is why you like it so much]

Jake: [lowkey hypnotising this boy to sleep as well, we know because it’s a nice feeling and a simple enough letter that he can decode what you’re doing and is ofc into it, saying something that would sound like sleepy nonsense but is actually you telling yourself to remember an idea of a lyric that you just this second had, trying to make sure you don’t forget it when you wake up, and will make sense to her later when she hears said song like omg OH and yeah I 10000% agree with you about the nickname btw it’s so them vibes because the french of it all that there’s no reason why it needs to have been anyone else’s go to at any point, go to sleep though sir, you need it] 

Sylvie: [we will let y’all fall to sleep and stop waffling but sorry y’all are really cute and there’s nothing to be done about that, shipping it so wholeheartedly]

Jake: [so do I, don’t mind me, in as deep as them, but yeah get some zzz because there’s no reason you can’t sleep for hours and hours uninterrupted and he’ll feel so much better for it]

Sylvie: [will be kind and say you wake up before anyone gets home because I want to and that’s still giving hours and hours, always love that moment when you wake up and have the split second of not remembering something and then this boy is here in your bed, cuddled into you so hard and it’s like OH, practically making a noise so akin to that OH as this hits you as you’re rubbing your eyes and doing a satisfied yawn ‘cos that was clearly a fire nap]

Jake: [I agree, clearly Meena had a full day of busy author things to be getting on with so there’s no reason for her to be back early but we gotta give them some time before he needs to be home instead of having to just wake up and run, he’ll likewise have the same moment of wtf and where am I but smiling so big when the realisation hits and he’s woken up by her, quiet as she was, because of how close they still are ‘I thought I dreamt it’ as the first thing you say because every moment has been such immaculate vibes]

Sylvie: [doing an apologetic but ultimately buzzing so not really that sorry grin back at him for waking him up, biting your bottom lip as you pinch his cheek with the bants of making sure he isn’t but there’s some !! behind it because pinching yourself was mentioned last night and we both remember that ‘morning’ with the same cheeky energy]

Jake: [we do all remember so pinching her side with even more !! because I’m sure he had an arm around her waist or whatever in a way that felt casual in contrast to how much that’s not, LOOKING at her as if y’all weren’t asleep a sec ago with how intense and suddenly focused it is]

Sylvie: [holding either side of his face and pressing your forehead against his chin when you make a NOISE about how he’s now holding you around your waist and LOOKING at you because you can’t handle any of it]

Jake: [when you’ve gotta make a NOISE of your own about hers because you’re likewise not at all fine or casual about any of this, really trying to PULL her entire body into yours as if you could get any closer so really you’re just leaving more bruises like you said you would, letting her know how much better you feel with how !! you’re capable of being now]

Sylvie: [LOOKING up at him, firmly yet with the softness from before pressing your fingers into his cheeks, feeling how sharp his cheekbones and then jawline are like your eyes are deceiving you ‘you look good’ casual words said so uncasually because the double meaning of how much better he looks compared to earlier as well as how into him we are right now, pushing into his hands in approval, wanting more]

Jake: [‘I feel better’ it’s obvious and casual words of your own but you gotta say it in a tone that conveys both how much you do and how much is down to her because that nap was fire and we all know the reasons why, pushing his body into hers with the same energy]

Sylvie: [‘you feel fucking incredible’ as a gasp essentially because y’all are so close and you can feel everything and you’re so about it, having to kiss him to stop yourself saying anything else/making any more noises THAT blatant, pushing his hands up from your waist to your chest insistently]

Jake: [soft hours are over sis so he will be kissing her back hard like the makeout sesh they were having earlier before we rudely interrupted them and touching her chest with 0 hesitation but with all the !! he did not earlier, doing a lil moan into her mouth about it]

Sylvie: [pinching him again in the most feral way you can, aka paying attention to his nips right now because you need to be as !! but you can’t do anything to leave a mark atm so this is a safe bet as well as as unhinged as you want to be with this boy, panting softly in contrast to how hard everything else is]

Jake: [catch him biting her tongue in response, obvs nowhere near as he did his, soft in contrast to how hard the kisses are, as if he isn’t allowed to leave a mark either but wants them to be matching, going even harder with how he’s touching her boobs rn, really doing the most but we’ve always gotta do more so kissing his way down to them until he’s eventually there having left a trail of frankly unhinged kisses and licks along the way, doing all the kissing and sucking and licking once he is like it’s his job]

Sylvie: [the disbelief turned pure pleasure that plays out as your eyes widen and then roll in your head at this tongue bite, such a strangely muffled moan about it which also gets you because sounds not dissimilar to when you had to gag yourself about it before, letting your hands follow the trail he is leaving, touching yourself where he has touched you, like you’re making reminders, tangling your fingers in his hair, pushing his head against your body, as if he’s thinking of leaving]

Jake: [we all know he’s thinking of and being reminded of the same things and is equally feral about it hence continuing to do the absolute most, here knowing we’re leaving all the marks known to man and we couldn’t be happier about it, just when it feels like he’s gonna do this all day though, moving down, giving the same treatment to her stomach and her hips for again what feels like forever but eventually pausing to LOOK up at her because gotta ask her permission to go there and do that even though last night she said she couldn’t wait for him to taste her and we’re likewise remembering that vividly, you know she hasn’t done this before, so gotta check she irl does wanna]

Sylvie: [LOOKING back at him, propping yourself up on your elbows so you really can, looking at all the marks he’s made on you and thrusting yourself almost into him like SO close to his mouth it’s like you are teasing him on purpose but it was just your genuine reaction to the sight ‘can I… take a picture of you, even just a before and after, you look like [the man from the film]’ and we want to memorise this and obsess over it just as much as that scene, frankly]

Jake: [when he was so shady about Libi always having her camera out and we all just know he isn’t letting China take content of him either unless it’s literally like him performing and band content he can post, but as Taylor would say it hits different cos it’s her and he’s so readily agreeing to this and his ‘yeah’ is not at all casual]

Sylvie: [mhmmmmm, the way we are not usually this girl either and I imagine your socials are pretty scant for a girl even if not as hard as his are because boys are like it as a rule practically and he has his personal vendetta too; but you simply gotta to a degree you don’t even understand but it is a must ‘and I want you to record it, how it sounds when you make me yours’ because all remember he said you gotta be his and we intend to be]

Jake: [I love it for you lads, I truly do, iconic of y’all, nobody talk to me about the way he LOOKS at her when she says that because he remembers too but the way it hits hearing her use the words irl is EVERYTHING, here moaning her nickname fully as he starts to do this, kissing her thighs first and doing the absolute most like he did everywhere else, me here like, when was the last time you did any of this for your gf Jake? Because it completely gives something he’d do at the start before they’ve had sex and aren’t trying to rush into it but then not something he’d do once they are, soz but it’s true and I had to say it]

Sylvie: [NODDING like he needs the confirmation that you’re serious and you mean it when it’s so blatant in your !! energy that is filling this room right now in the anticipation for everything to come ‘I think your name might always make me wet now, it’s a problem’ as a confession that comes tumbling out of your lips in response to your own name being moaned, because you absolutely were his incessantly last night and we all know it; meanwhile my boo says someone had to say it and she’s so real lmao]

Jake: [this boy going for it like he’s gotta check to see if what she said is true and how wet she is and thus how big of a ‘problem’ it is and that’s the only way, letting her take as many pics as she wants to as though he’s that bitch before reaching for her phone to put it right by his head and press record because god knows where his is rn and we’re not stopping to find that]

Sylvie: [almost smashing your head into your headboard with the force you have to throw it back to make the most noise about this, balling up your fists in the sheets ‘they were soaked’ which feels like no exaggeration with how hard and long y’all were going so we mean it ‘do I taste like [whatever he said you did post-seizure]?’ not said for the benefit of this recording but it’s all going to be here along with how indecent everything he’s doing sounds]

Jake: [when you hear her almost crack her skull but you’re not stopping for that either, soz gal, he’ll check you’re okay after I promise but rn we’re too !! tell her about the state of you cos whatever set up you had and wherever you were you were also cumming all over everything, whether that’s tissues you can tell her you used like a full box of or whatever the vibe was, we know what I’m saying and it’s that he was as extra, also telling her she tastes like an elevated version of whatever he said earlier, somehow, because duh even better]

Sylvie: [‘the way you could feed me every single one’ shaking our head and doing the hottest lol because an unhinged thing to say and mean with your whole chest, which is apparent in how desperately we’re grinding against your tongue about it, whining full 🥺 because the nicest thing you’ve ever heard and you can’t cope]

Jake: [do your own hot lol about it which will kill her because you’re not pausing any of your antics, instead getting your fingers involved too because gotta do the most in response to those sorts of reactions and give her more]

Sylvie: [doing an OMG gasp and giggle like that tickled but you’re also beyond obsessed with how it felt and he knows it from the way you are again using his hair to keep him where he is ‘I’ve never gone this far, been touched like this by someone else’ it was obvious and he knew but you’re still saying it if only to showcase how hard it is to speak]

Jake: [laugh again at how she’s holding you hostage by your hair like oh you but really you just wanna give her that feeling again ‘Is it okay?’ said not like you need permission/are checking that she is but like you want her to tell you how good it is, because of course you do]

Sylvie: [try your hardest to tell him how good this is without overthinking it, the only thing making you pause is the way you have to catch your breath from the way you are panting at this point ‘like my body was made for this and anything and everything else is a waste of time?’ letting go of your grip on his hair like you expect a response because you do wanna know how he feels too]

Jake: [‘for me’ because you couldn’t agree more sis, you feel like you could do this forever and that has nothing to do with getting your energy back after this fire nap, doing the most like you’ve really gotta make the point she’s yours and like you weren’t already doing what you both thought was the most before, surprising yourself a lil bit with how slay you’re being because we all know damn well you weren’t when you did this before, soz but it’s again too true]

Sylvie: [‘yours’ for the confirmation no one needed that you are there and you feel it, running your hands the entire length of your body for emphasis like all of me because you are slaying this for us and you are getting all the confirmation]

Jake: [you likewise don’t need to say ‘mine’ back like y’all are stuck in another loop but you are and you do, catch him pinching her inner thigh so hard rn because they both can’t believe this is happening and it is so slay]

Sylvie: [we love a loop and it’s going to be getting closer and closer the closer we get, volleying these words off each other with the !! that is growing with every second ‘is that what it feels like?’ as an interruption at the sharp shock and how it’s got you THINKING about when you eventually go all the way with this boy]

Jake: [my boo says that’s so y’all’s vibe and she’s so right for that, he clearly isn’t a bitch who usually repeats himself but you better believe he’s out here doing that in every possible indecent tone he can, in answer to her question ‘it feels like this’ and giving her the most !! lovebite, really going to town with it because you know she will love that and so do you and you’re just letting her know how much you wanna have sex with her as if that wasn’t blatant]

Sylvie: [got to love making a boy chattier than he ever is, with all the positive feedback, how could you not both get lost in this moment like you truly are the only people who exist and there’s 0 chance of anyone interrupting when you’re teens so that is never true, no fucks given, out here doing the UNHOLIEST noise about the lovebite and saying his name as indecently as you ever have]

Jake: [you’re both welcome we’ve been rude and cockblocky enough that we aren’t hitting you with a very real parental interruption because at this age that is so possible and Meena would have no reason to knock not even knowing this boy is here, I’m sure everyone’s notp has been walked in by Jake’s mum and/or sister and it was mortifying, but we don’t need to think about that when we can think about him pulling all the stops to make her keep making the unholiest noises ever]

Sylvie: [it’s bound to happen but not today, you are owed this uninterrupted glory for the baptism of fire we put y’all through, soz not soz, have to be here asking him ‘when?’]

Jake: [‘When you’re ready’ like he’s just being a caring and supportive no pressure kinda lad but we’re saying that too indecently and exactly like we want her to say how ready she is now/beg him to do it because again, of course]

Sylvie: [‘make me ready for you’ giving back the exact same energy because now it’s a game of who will end up breaking first casually and we’re as about this as we have been everything else]

Jake: [yet again so y’all’s vibes, catch him literally trying to kill her with how extra he’s being in response to that, no notes]

Sylvie: [when you raise your head again to smirk at him like I win because you can’t actually lose in this scenario but you’re only able to MOAN whilst LOOKING directly at him and that kills you so hard]

Jake: [this just turning into a staring contest while they both MOAN and he continues to put his all into making her cum is too real, living your best lives lads]

Sylvie: [your eyes only moving from his to LOOK at this phone just as meaningfully because now you’re imagining how all of this has sounded and that it’ll sound even more feral when you start to cum for him momentarily and you’re so about it you can’t even verbalise, your mouth is just open like !!]

Jake: [truly wishing for his phone (who is he and when has he ever) so that he could take a million pics of her rn like this because dare not use hers in case he accidentally stopped the recording which would be too devastating to risk, tell her how much she sounds like the gal from the film though because she’ll love that as much as you did when she said you looked like the dude] 

Sylvie: [THE biggest smile ever because you do, even if you have to immediately pull the pillow he was sleeping on over your face because you’re too close to be having those big feelings, shaking your head like I cannot]

Jake: [his ‘look at me’ being said the second she pulls that pillow over her face because you just gotta, evil of you but we wouldn’t have it any other way, the way his voice sounds making it clear she has no choice about this]

Sylvie: [when all you can see are her 🥺 eyes peeping over this pillow because we’re afraid of how hard we’re going to lose it but also DYING to show you if it’s anything like last night was for you, which it will be]

Jake: [doing the hottest ever 😏 at her because she did that for you and you know you could make her do anything atm, rewarding her with an even more indecent lovebite because it starts out so slow and soft but then is so !!]

Sylvie: [pushing the pillow down and hugging it to our chest like we gotta literally brace ourselves here ‘fuck you’ at this smirk but it’s said like a fuck me, absolutely, before the lovebite just has us out here being blatant with it ‘fuck me’]

Jake: [doing the hottest lol at her fuck you before the fuck me has you back doing the most because taking it as the instruction it is duh, out here not even pausing for breath or anything so breathing absolutely insanely as per]

Sylvie: [reaching out to clutch his face to yours, saying his name like you’re trying to find him and you can’t ‘I need you’ never been truer, putting your legs around him to pull him closer]

Jake: [shamelessly kissing her so that she knows what she tastes like 1. And 2. So that then he can start over the whole kissing down her entire body shenanigans, doing the most at every step of the way until he’s right back where he was, love that we’re really acting like we have all day here to do this because it cannot be overstated how long he’s taking for the makeout sesh and to kiss her everywhere and how indecently, like sir you do have a home to go to]

Sylvie: [will be kissing your tongue the extra way we could not earlier but have wanted to ever since ‘how mean of me’ like your poor injured tongue, I did not even stop to think, doing a hot lol because we all know there is nothing else he’d rather be doing, as is apparent when he cannot resist kissing you all over again ‘stay’ like he doesn’t have a home to go to and he can ‘until we pass out again’]

Jake: [saying ‘here’ in a way that’s not coherent because of how deep inside her his tongue is like yes I shall, right here forever and always it’s fine, no notes, just here being as feral at eating her out as he ever has]

Sylvie: [‘I’m your-’ going to say home but being cut off by the biggest orgasm you have ever had, which is, only fittingly, repeating and building into multiples you wouldn’t even be able to count right now if you tried]

Jake: [both of y’all shooketh by that in the best way because he’s never seen or caused anything like it and she’s never felt anything like it, you’ve earnt collapsing on this bed beside her as she tries to recover remotely, both of you take several moments to process this, we’ve left the recording running still and I love that]

Sylvie: [just here breathing like you’ve ran a marathon, feeling like you could die but in this moment you’d be okay with it because happy doesn’t cover the literal euphoria, finding his hand and giving it the weakest SQUEEZE but a SQUEEZE nonetheless because holy shit]

Jake: [his breathing definitely as insane 100% hence we’re letting this recording run to catch it for a bit longer before turning it off, using his free hand to push her hair off her flushed and sweaty face, blowing it too like he did earlier ‘Do you want some water?’ because she got some for him before and he’s more than willing to return the favour]

Sylvie: [closing your eyes as he tickles your face with these softer antics, smiling, putting out your other hand ‘pass me my phone?’ because you need to take your after photos of him, first and foremost]

Jake: [do pass her that phone, yet more evidence of how here for it you are that you’re not even playfighting her or anything about it]

Sylvie: [telling him how long you were recording when your eyes can properly register the screen, giving you are shook by how long he kept that up as well as how the hell did I manage to last that long ‘no wonder you did that to me’ like how could I not lose it in a way I never have before, taking pictures of him, the heart eyes in the way we’re getting every angle humanly possible rn]

Jake: [shamelessly giving her heart eyes back because he’s in too deep and he can’t not, love that she’ll capture his shook expression too when she tells him how long they were at that]

Sylvie: [nodding like I know, casually, very shakily and slowly, straddling him like you need to for the shot and not just because you want to ‘no pressure or anything, but I’m going to need you to do that every day now’ like lol not living without it thank you]

Jake: [when you were gonna do a hot lol or say something sassy but in no world is he not the most turned on he’s ever been + naked so her straddling him just causes the most indecent GASP of all time ‘no pressure, but I’m going to need you to do something for me right now’]

Sylvie: [taking his dick in your hands, doing your own gasp at the way it is throbbing, shuddering as you slide him between your legs, being so wet you can easily create a smooth rhythm by rocking your hips back and forth slowly, hissing through your teeth as you let him enter you, only as far as his tongue could ‘how does that feel?’ after you’ve once again hit record]

Jake: [just doing the MOST unholy sound you’ve ever made in response because it feels so good that it’s all you can do, once again no notes, out here being super dramatic as per usual]

Sylvie: [trying to maintain the most torturously slow rhythm ever but the way this feels for you is already making you feral again too, leaning down to suck and kiss and bite at his chest, basically only his nips because you know you’re going to get carried away and you can’t mark his skin]

Jake: [likewise trying to keep up with the pace she’s set and also not put more of yourself inside her each time you thrust in and out than she did but you’re feeling as feral and definitely going to get carried away too, so absolutely pushing the full length into her when she is being !! with his nips, soz but he cannot help it]

Sylvie: [the way you will feel the sharp intake of breath we do on your skin followed by the shuddering exhale and spluttering, wet moan as you fully penetrate us ‘you have it, you have my virginity’ as if you actually can’t believe it, pressing your forehead into his chest as you ride this feeling out with a groan straining behind your bitten lips ‘Jake, take it more’ just in case he was under any illusion you wanted to stop this]

Jake: [when you genuinely did not mean to and you were gonna try your hardest to go back to just the tip after that one slip up truly but then her mentioning her virginity has you losing your mind because realising that you can’t just and then she’s also telling you she didn’t want you to, so letting yourself do this instead of holding back]

Sylvie: [kind of in disbelief that this is happening but in the best possible way, like this is all a dream again, hence pinching yourself as you unfold again, sitting up straighter so he can see you pinching your own nips about it ‘it feels better’ like you gotta let him know how good this feels]

Jake: [we’re all in shock and awe rn, this boy especially, because y’all are out here not using no protection or nothing, being so reckless like you’re in a committed relationship and old, LOOKING at her as he WATCHES her do that ‘I don’t care if it’s a trigger’ because likewise, would risk having another fit rn or a million of them if it means they can keep doing this]

Sylvie: [the way you’re both giving no thoughts just vibes so hard, iconic tbh, gotta do what you gotta do, which right now is touching on our body where he is inside us because again, can’t believe it is happening and that this is all possible ‘that’s you’ as the most !! statement]

Jake: [it’s fine we all know Alison would come through with a morning after pill if you needed it and via Mags if you didn’t wanna say it was for you, whether or not she’s actually had sex herself or not by this point, you’re welcome for that lads cos not a thought in your heads about it, he’s just here going in deeper inside her ofc]

Sylvie: [y’all are truly welcome for the freakout you don’t need to have later because there isn’t a remote chance of you stopping now and that couldn’t be clearer in how we’re laying on top of him instead of straddling sitting up 1. So we can kiss him about this but 2. So we are closer and you’re deeper inside us still]

Jake: [oh good have a lovely makeout sesh while you go at this so you don’t say anything too extra because I’m saving the first ILY for when they run away to Paris and not a moment before so shh bitch, the way this is gonna get you so close to cumming because you are deeper and y’all are closer and kissing, they’re definitely not stopping]

Sylvie: [my boo says you shut your mouth sir and she is so right, as she is for saying you’re both going to cum so fast because no one was prepared for this, hence ‘I want your cum’ is as true as it is encouragement because he doesn’t need to hold on for our sake here]

Jake: [mhmm, and rn he’s gotta because he’s literally 14 years old he doesn’t have the self control to not, even Ronan did it and he didn’t even like Carly like that so, when the feelings are CLEARLY this high and she’s saying what’s probably the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to you, then yeah, you’re gonna cum so hard that you’re once again shook by it]

Sylvie: [nobody move, nobody is able, just here collapsed on top of him, dead, once again, trying to get your breathing back under control, only moving a literal finger to draw another ‘S’ on his skin, wherever is easiest to reach]

Jake: [soz I love it because if he’d had the opportunity he would’ve got really in his head about making her first time ‘special’ because he’s been that bitch and China is that sentimental girlie and y’all are not the notp and it doesn’t need to be that, so just try vaguely to recover/wait it out to see if sex is a trigger and you are gonna have another fit, which thankfully you aren’t, while you basically hold onto her for dear life]

Sylvie: [it would be really awkward if you ‘gave’ him another seizure but thankfully all triggers are only possible and it isn’t a guaranteed or idk what you would do lol, raising your head on one side to look at him for the first time since you both lost yourself in that moment, like are you okay/was that okay, just praying you’re still on the same page and it’s not about to go south]

Jake: [I like to think he’s looking at her with the exact same are you okay/was that okay questions in his eyes because it was her first time and he cares, like literally at the same moment he’s about to ask her when he sees that she’s asking him too with a look, so smiling like oh what we like] 

Sylvie: [smiling back until it’s a grin ‘we just had sex’ like can you actually believe that because what a wild ride you two have been on to get here]

Jake: [‘I didn’t hurt you’ not as a question but as a statement because he didn’t and he said he didn’t want to and wouldn’t again, even though it would be more physical if he had rn and you were mainly talking emotionally then]

Sylvie: [‘next time’ before kissing the tip of his nose ‘cos you’re playing with him, finally rolling off top of him and laying beside him again, covering you both up with your duvet so you don’t get cold now the sweat y’all are covered in is cooling off ‘I didn’t know who I would do that with’ because the kind of thing you start to think about at this sort of age and then she was in her it’s never happening moment because of the diagnosis]

Jake: [doing a hot lol like oh you, grabbing her again and snuggling her once she’s got the covers over you both like she needs the extra warmth and you don’t just want to ‘I didn’t know we would yet’ because whatever ego you have you didn’t come here expecting that she’d do it all today even though you wanted to]

Sylvie: [‘why wait?’ spoken into the crook of his arm as you snuggle down because you can’t think of a reason, not now, ‘I mean-’ doing your tiny shrug that doesn’t displace you again because you know you should care he has a girlfriend but you’d be lying if you said you cared enough to let it effect this]

Jake: [you likewise can’t think of a reason and you’re not gonna force yourself to try, not now, repeating the ‘nothing’s stopping us’ that you said before like it’s y’all’s catchphrase because lowkey it is]

[eviltiddyproductions]

Crash Course in Romance : Episode 4

‘Revolt of the Arithmetic Sequence’ it had a very adorable drawing next to it

Help what is this thumbnail. is the topper girl jealous of Hae-e because of a boy? I thought it was more academic rivalsy.

lmaoooo thankgod they didn’t kiss

he’s sleeping on the floor in his penthouse. 💀😭 random shooter when I catch you !!!

giggling with red cheeks going ‘this is the most physical affection I’ve had in years’ awww 🥹💗 ‘she’s going to be mortified as she sobers up’ truly 🤣

lmaooo she spat out her water

he’s so 💀 he’s eating this up

Chiyeol stop listening to conversations babe you’ll either hurt your head or heart

my girl Haeng is already drinking again 🤣

damn not just the girl, even the topper’s mom is a hater. like you can’t even stomach a compliment towards Ms Nam?

why are they all being so weird

my girl please get out of here 💀

LMAOOO love my baby’s friend’s down. they celebrate each other’s successes. even if it’s guessing an answer (she’s just like me)

they’re just fighting at the table lol

I mean the queen bee mother started it but she’s not wrong 💀✋ deadass said to her face ‘you contribute nothing ’ 😭

oh god it’s getting weird now

now why my girlie Ms Nam ended up getting injured NOO

oh I hate Sun Jae’s mom down didn’t even apologise to Ms Nam 💀✋

no way my girl was the only one who got hurt in this fight. I’ll fight everyone here

MY GIRL GOT LEVEL 1

awww Haengseon is cutting her fruit

no way she blames Hae-e for this lmaooo LOSERRRR BOOO

it was one question lol and you want to die. ugh that mom’s gonna ruin my girlies lives

this is so fucking fucked like she still won’t fuck with Sunjae or Sunjae’s mom. For that one dumbass question she’s going to fun for Hae-e

Ms Ban’s dinosaur T-shirt just gets more cuter, the more you stare at it. it’s got a patchwork of patterns

god give me 5% of the courage she carries I love her. she made some food and wondered if Chiyeol would want it and just texted him 🤣

slay sister. he even saved your contact!

enough to make him drop his coffee and smile

I’m going to go make me some though

Sunjae’s mom being real even if it’s for the sake of rules lol

Fuck Sua and her mom! Oh no she saw Sunjae and her walking. she’s going to say yes. just terrible. y’all suck so bad. fuck you !!!

Apparently everytime she makes something special he doesn’t get to eat it. Special extravagant lunch? ruined by overhearing colleagues. Special dinner packed by her? accused her of being a spy! now a new special dinner? she’s about to find out her daughter got kicked out 😭

nooooo my girls 😭😭😭

fuck sua and her mom so bad like I want y’all to suffer so much. maybe watching Vincenzo was a bad idea because the constant truck hitting doesn’t sound too bad now (for legal reasons, relax 🙏) I’m just mad 😭

this was actually so slay of chiyeol

it isn’t enough for sua to go after hae-e by cheating now she’s going to hit her with a dodgeball too OH I COULD FIGHT

now the director. she didn’t do shit !!! you were walking without looking. haeee and mama hold my hand

Chiyeol hearing another conversation again 💀

Aww he saved her from being arrested

arguing in the rain

my man losing his entire energy and strength oh no

at least weird jealous friend of chiyeol is a good teacher in a he understands the ice hockey student’s current situation way.

well that was a way to ask her to teach you. go off ice hockey boy. also no prop or moment is wasted in this show. she was drinking milk to drop that milk lol

oh my god how is chiyeol even standing. I hope he doesn’t collapse. 😭🙏

the guy who stole my girl’s seat has the audacity to be nasty to chiyeol lmaoooo

now he’s beefing with the teacher for getting kicked out? be fr 💀

oh god who is this hoodie person

oh isn’t that sun jae’s brother

bro just save my girlies and teacher from whatever this hoodie man is about to do to that’s nasty kid. 😭 also whatever happened to stalker girl

oh this was the beginning of the show !!! I thought it was years ago or something

oh no he just died ?

#mypeople save yourself 🙏

[xsadcorebenji]

i get sad and lonely often,

but it’s hard to access the emotions of self-hatred,

and it’s hard for me to care as much whenever anything bad happens anymore,

Fox died, i had to make a terrible decision,

it was the worst decision i could ever make for myself but it was necessary

that was my zenith,

not every other troubling experience i went through

that moment

i lose friends often and

i picture myself

again in some random town

anywhere

with another social group

until i am inevitably alone

and there’s no reason for me to want to die, as long as i live Fox lives on,

he’s here in my heart and in my memories, and i never want to die because i don’t want the world to forget Fox

there’s nothing

that will ever clear out that pain and

there’s no point in suppressing it or running away or avoiding it

it’s there; an open wound that refuses to close

and i’m tired,

i’m tired of people not making the fucking effort to understand me,

that’s not my responsibility

and thank GOD for a therapist patient with me enough to not tell me to just stop talking about Fox,

that pain lives on,

but as time passes and i remember

the good parts it’s hard not to fall in love all over again

no one was there when i was 23

there’s so much me where it’s like

Fuck Life, if Life wants to pass me by,

go fucking ahead, fuck life, fuck everything and everyone, don’t fucking rush me,

i just want to carve out space for myself to learn things i wanted to learn and fuck how fast everything passes,

i don’t care, pass me the FUCK by already then, fuck accelerationism, fuck the government, fuck all of it, how months feel like years,

and a day passes and it already feels like a fucking century passed

and everyone who “breaks up” (even in platonic context) with me with some variance of

“life goes on” (with every connotation of “oh well”)

suck shit and die already

“life goes on”

i wanna fucking smear your face into the pavement get the fuck over yourself.

the same people will idolize you

the same people are the first to demonize you

and i don’t care,

i’m so tired of all of it,

i’m tired of these lonely feelings that come on, and there’s really not much but to wait for it to pass

just a lot of missing out;

put simply lately been considering how i should’ve have skipped out on some dates during high school,

just because i wasn’t interested in the person

realize now that’s the point in dating,

actually fucking getting to know each other better

and i spent a lot of last year getting close to someone i really shouldn’t have been so forgiving with nor should have gotten close to,

just absolutely frustrating, because there was so much of the time we knew each other, you didn’t even FUCKING register in my head as anything like that,

and i just get so fucking suckered in whenever anyone reaches out to say “i care” whenever i’m feeling it, but christ

i wish people like you don’t exist,

energy vampires who feed off of anyone who seems to carry an earnestness you lack

and i am earnest by god

and i don’t care to carry resent for you

maybe just this large disdain,

and the ugly miserable thought of how easily you can throw it away

and if the thought of me hurts, i genuinely hope it does actually,

and i always want to say “and what are you going to fucking do about it?”

because whenever i think of you; i think of how i really need to be more careful,

but also

how much I NEVER WANT TO BE YOU;

i’m grateful shit failed because i want me more than ever,

and 33 has been a frustratingly lonely year thus far, and i suppose i don’t know if 34 will be better

part of me feels like i should be concerned with how often i alienate others now, but i also DON’T CARE, i am LITERALLY feeling like the most honest i can be with myself lately and if y’all can’t fuck with that

then fuck off, easy

just tired,

and in the end,

there’s just so much stuff i want to do for the sake of doing it absolutely for myself

and admittedly some of the stuff i do i have some petty motivation like

hope all this exercise and skin care and everything else pays off and i become so physically alluring that anyone’s who’s ever snubbed me just feels a searing fucking pain in their stomachs

but even then,

it’s just nice to move around again ultimately

and life

just keeps happening

stuff keeps happening

new things keep happening

it never ends and i’m painfully curious

and good stuff happens for friends and so many things happen

and admittedly i get jealous of good events just wishing i could experience the same

like wish i could experience dates

but i know i’m too picky, and i know it’s incredibly difficult for me to like

FEIGN having interest when i don’t

i just can’t call it a “closed mind”

but it’s like if there’s nothing really interesting i’m getting out of it, then what’s point

still,

i wish i went to more of those movie dates

and bowling dates

but again, i’m definitely more grown than i was in highschool

like understand myself a lot more

it just sucks it comes at a time where realistically

not a GODDAMN person “emotionally available”

like yeah, no shit, why you hanging out with me then?

oh right ENERGY,

drink it up, i hope you choke on it

sincerely sometimes,

“ewww you’re so ugly when you’re mean”

well you piss me the fuck off when you just come up with shit excuses to blow me off cuz you ain’t got integrity,

like all of it.

stop blaming me for your fucking messes please,

all of it,

fucking teacher sends me to the hospital because i have a fucking meltdown because motherfucker couldn’t hold his FUCKING end of the responsibility of a misunderstanding

“it’s all YOUR fault”

well, fucker i hope all those steroids or whatever fitness bullshit you were on just rotted your dick off and you’re just eternally flaccid

motherfuckers that can’t say “i’m sorry”

“shit was a mutual misunderstanding”

nah it’s “you this or that”

or “life goes on”

literally fuck off

you ain’t ever going to meet a motherfucker alive that even comes close to me,

and y’all better be armed with someone way better because some of y’all, i ain’t ever gonna fuck with you like that again

so i hope it was worth losing me, fucker

so many of you,

i genuinely hope it was worth it

“whew well you sound so toxic, so it’s probably relief for them,

they probably spare no thought for you”

shut the fuck up, negging self-talk,

if you’re trying to convince me they don’t spare a single thought about the craziest motherfucker they ever met

then you’re delusional as shit my friend,

well my obligatory friend,

who only recently can i just recognize you’re just bullshitting and to not take you so seriously

i’m angry so yeah “toxic” “toxic”

but i still fucking know

i’m the best friend anyone could ever have

because i actually show the fuck up.

[fireteam-nocturne]

Rambles and theories; A good amount of death is going to take place over Lightfall’s seasons. Things seem to be going at that pace so far.

Long post, so I put it under read more. Please note these are merely possible death theories and are not to be taken too seriously.   If talks like these bother you please read at your own discretion.

Possible deaths this season:

Amanda: She is not in the tower anymore and Rahool is selling the ships and sparrows she once did. The story this season is partly focused on her, as she is one of the main few out of the cast of characters to show up Crow wanting to speak to Amanda about things “before it’s too late” could be foreshadowing and Bungie dropping a hint of “death is around the corner” or something is going to end badly for someone.

Now Bungie has been known for making callbacks to their older games... I fear one callback would be Amanda pulling a Carter from Halo Reach. Using her ship as a fast moving mass to take something out, dying in the process. As much as I hate to admit it... it feels like something she would do.

Not everyone comes back she says... as cruel as this sounds... if she dies, I hope Bungie lets her rest.  Let her reunite with her ma and pa.  I think her coming back after thinking she will see them again, just to forget them altogether, is the most cruel option.

As much as it would be nice to see a guardian with a prosthetic, I don’t know if Amanda being a Guardian would flow well with the story.

Mara: Now y’all know I dislike her for being so manipulative and is part of the reason Uldren did what he did, but I am not dragging my own views into this. Mara is using an incredible amount of energy to aid us, aid other Guardians all over the EDZ and ascendant plain. If you read on the glaive you earn as the Ritual Weapon, Mara has been doing this non-stop. She is having trouble focusing on anything but her task. Not moving to eat or drink. She is standing valiant, acting as a source for us to do what we need to do.

Yes she did something similar back in Destiny The Taken King, but this is a different case. Even she has limits... and she said she is going to assist. This means she could go past her limits and beyond. She might not die, but even then she could be in a very weak state.

She’d make a good Warlock. Yes someone who dislikes her thinks Mara would make a good Warlock. But what she is doing now, yes it won’t make up for what she did in the past, but her devotion to stand there, staying brave and understanding the sacrifice she may need to make... we know where that could lead to. I makes a bit more sense for Mara to become a Guardian. But there’s really no promise of other Ghosts being out and about, and with the Traveler in it’s current state, they might had given up, feeling as if they are too late, that they failed.

Upcoming seasons (all speculation as I have no real proof of possibility, even I hate the list I made but can’t rule them out): Spider: He is bound to deal a bad hand sooner or later. If he does not severe any form of purpose anytime soon... well he might get the Bungie boot. He is getting less focus as of late, so a sudden influx would be raising a few flags depending on said actions and story path

Miisraks/Mithraks: GOD I HOPE NOT. But sadly he is playing more and more roles, getting a lot of focus. I hope it is for the right reasons. However if we see too much father-daughter bonding, and him asking us to please watch over Eido, keep her safe... we have the right to panic.  He is not only a father, but a leader of his people, one willing to do anything and everything to keep them safe.

Osiris: P L E A S E  N O Okay but in all honestly he is being rather reckless, but with good reason. Still reckless though. He may be the one to help teach the Vanguard to use stand, along with Saint of course. I feel like he wants one lash hurrah, but it might cost him too much. Know if he gets hurts and Archangel becomes his service dog since he does have a built in harness, I think we can begrudgingly live with that.

Ana Bray: Hoo I know a few friends that would HATE me for even thinking this.. but her state of mind was not the best when we last spoke with her. She lost Rasputin, family who was basically a brother, hell maybe a son even. It hurt her, so badly. Yes she has her sister, girlfriend, and Archangel to watch over her, but it still doesn’t fully exempt her from Bungie’s sights.

More Ghosts: I mean with the Traveler in it’s current state, lone Ghosts might be an easy target.... as for NPC ghosts it is possible, so I don’t want to rule it out.

Unnamed character: Getting the Rohan treatment. Here for a few missions and them BLAM dead... wouldn’t be too shocked if they did this again. It is possible because this is Bungie we’re talking about.