#but i think i misjudged him a bit in the beginning by thinking he's a bit sus. he's a good guy!!!

[daydreamerdrew]

The Incredible Hulk (1968) #267

[why-even-ask]

Uhhhh you wear SUSpenders? What are you, an impostor?

[missmoonfrost]

The dangers of flirting back with a business owner - a wolfstar microfic

@wolfstarmicrofic

September 13 - Basilisk Words: 432

“I want this.” Sirius slid a piece of paper across the counter.

“A snake?” The tattoo artist, who had just introduced himself as Remus, flicked his honey curls out of his face and opened a binder of reference tattoo designs.

“No. It’s a basilisk. And I want this exact one.”

Remus snorted, eyed Sirius’ chunky boots and leather jacket, and fixed him with curious amber eyes. “If you are going for the ‘bad guy, homemade tattoo’ look, this is not the place. I have some dignity, you know.” He tilted his head to the side. “Besides, you’ve got enough appeal as it is.”

With several big scars marking his face and arms, he gave off more ‘bad guy’ energy than any tattoo Sirius had ever seen. Sirius bet he was flirting with all his customers. Good business and all that. But he couldn’t help the warmth spreading in his chest as he tried to explain.

“More like - a kid in my life drew this and I want a permanent memory of him, plus I think he would be thrilled.”

“Oh!” Remus chuckled awkwardly and lowered his gaze for a second. He picked up the drawing and looked at it more carefully. “That’s wonderful! So, a family man, huh?”

“Well, it’s my friends’ kid, my godson. I’m single.”

Sirius tried not to dwell on whether the way Remus' crooked smile widened slightly at that meant anything.

“Do you want to include his name?”

“Uhm.. I'm not sure.”

“What is he called?”

“Harry.”

“It would look cool along the body of the basilisk, like this.” He drew a quick sketch. “Or in a banner, like this. Or just plain letters under it, like this.”

Despite all the options Remus presented looking cool as hell, they eventually agreed on one. Remus handed Sirius a note with the time for the booking a few days later. Before Sirius had time to turn, Remus leaned down on his elbows and looked up at him through his eyelashes.

“Look, I’m sorry I misjudged you in the beginning. I really need to be better at not offending my customers.”

“It’s okay.” Sirius smiled and tried to tell himself he was flirting with everyone, in reality just a cold but good-at-his-job business owner. But in the end, Sirius couldn't help but add “Besides, you got enough appeal as it is.”

Before Sirius had time to beat himself up over that, the apparently not-so-cold business owner Remus actually blushed and bit his lip.

Despite not even having the tattoo done yet, Sirius left knowing he was going back for more.

[buckymorelikefuckme]

I think it would be great! Plus, l have a request. What if, bucky and y/n are getting married (plus y/n is a shy one 🙂) and y/n never drank any alcohol before and on the other hand, bucky, Has already drank alcohol more than he can count. So, they go wine tasting. A week before their wedding and while they're half way doing the wine thing y/n starts to get dizzy and feeling a bit hot. To which she doesn't know that she's starting to get tipsy and bucky notices it. And with that, that means she has a low tolerance in alcohol. And when the wine take its effects, She's all goofy and doing anything without a care in the world even if it's embarrassing herself as if all her shyness is gone

thanks so much for the prompt and for your patience :) i hope you like it!

bucky barnes x reader

words: 427

Perhaps, Bucky thinks, he may have misjudged just how much of a lightweight you'd be.

You'd told him early on in your relationship that you didn't drink, not because of any other reason than you being kind of scared of making a fool of yourself. He'd thought it was cute and never pushed you to drink whenever the two of you went out on dates or to hang out with friends.

Now, you're engaged and a week away from the wedding, and the last thing that needed preparing was the wine. It was Natasha’s idea to go to a wine tasting and you were a little unsure, but then Bucky said it could be a sweet, romantic getaway before the big day. You agreed easily after that.

And besides, how bad could it really be?

“Jesus, fuck, where's the air-con in this place?” you whine, quite loudly, pulling other people’s attention towards where you and Bucky were seated.

He offers everyone an apologetic smile and turns back to you, rubbing a soothing hand along your back. “Baby, we’re outdoors. There isn't any air conditioning.”

You whine again, head flopping onto his shoulder. “But it's so hot, Bucky.”

“I think you're just a little drunk, baby,” he replies with a soft laugh.

You only had a glass and a half before you started complaining about your cheeks feeling hot, and another two glasses for your eyes to go glassy. He's been fascinated, in all honesty. He's never seen someone get drunk so fast.

“Nuh-uh!” you protest, lifting your head to blink heavy lidded eyes at him.

Bucky grins and brushes your hair away from your face. “Okay,” he agrees, placating, “but maybe we should head back to the hotel.”

You blink at him again and then you smile, slow and suggestive, tilting your chin down as you slide a hand high up on his thigh.

“Yeah? Wanna do naughty things to me?”

He catches your hand before it reaches his groin, torn between laughing and groaning. “Not when you're drunk,” he retorts gently.

Inexplicably, your eyes begin to water. “You don't want me?” you ask in a pitiful tone.

“I always want you, baby,” Bucky responds immediately. “You know you drive me crazy, can hardly control myself around you. “

“Oh,” you beam, tears forgotten. You lean into his space and plant a wet, messy kiss on his lips. “Okay. Take me home, big guy.”

When you wake up the next morning, hungover and pouting, you make Bucky swear to keep you away from the wine during the reception.

[akutasoda]

I read your ‘A Mafia’s Jewel’ post, and I couldn’t get enough over the idea of some of the Port Mafia members reacting to how breakable Gem! Reader is, albeit they may not be the toughest gem, they’re still considerably hard enough, yet when they’re pushed to their limit during a mission one day they see Gem! Reader’s own body begin to shatter and break, like their limbs are not attached anymore, but they still keep on fighting since technically they are immortal and not exactly human.

a mafia's jewel [part 2]

synopsis - they are assigned a mission with you and witness what happens to a humanoid gem when they get injured

includes - chuuya, koyo, akutagawa, gin, tachihara, higuchi warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst, wc - 1.1k

chuuya nakahara ★↷

↪chuuya grasped at the chance when kouyou asked him to join you on your first mission. it was clearly an unrealistic standard to expect you not to go on atleast one mission while you were with the mafia, and so he would prefer to help keep you safe.

↪he would stay close to you the entire time, he didn't exactly know what your skillset was so your abilities in battle were practically unknown. chuuya also worried that because you were a humanoid gem you could shatter easier - and he would practically be right.

↪you both overestimated how difficult the mission would be, and chuuya became concerned when he saw parts of you start to shatter and break. he didn't know that you were immortal or that your body parts could be replaced, and so he was worried.

↪he was worried that it truly would be the end for you, but he was even more shocked to see you continue on despite your injuries. he still was worried about you so he wasted no time in helping out more than he was.

↪he still fussed over you afterwards, so you would have to convince him that with the right materials, you can replace your broken parts - but noticeably he still hung around you more than usual, hoping to save you from even shattering a tiny bit.

kōyō ozaki ★↷

↪when she was told that you were still expected to go on missions, she understood. evey member of the mafia, temporary or not, was expected to serve the mafia via missions and such so she didn't expect you to be an exception.

↪but kouyou did insist that she accompany you. if you were to have any hope about leaving the mafia, a good start would to still be alive and well - although you were technically immortal but she had yet to learn that about you.

↪although kouyou didn't expect your first mission to be so extreme. maybe an assessment of your skills should've been carried out before, but it was too late for that now. all she could do was watch as parts of your body began to shatter and break.

↪naturally, she immediately panicked, thinking that this would be the end for you and it would've been her fault. but she was pleasantly, and rather horrifyingly, surprised to see you keep fighting.

↪that's how she found out that you were immortal, you would also have to explain that you could recover by replacing the shattered body parts with compatible materials to ease her worries. kouyou was more intrigued about you than ever now, perhaps she could get you to tell her a bit more.

ryunosuke akutagawa ★↷

↪admittedly, he was surprised when he was assigned a mission with you. although he didn't know what he was expecting because it clearly would take you a while to leave and so there was no way you would've avoided a mission or two.

↪he didn't think he cared that much from you, akutagawa didn't bother to get to know you seeing as he knew you were desperate to leave and return to where you came from. but he greatly misjudged his feelings.

↪because as soon as he saw you start to shatter and break, he focused entirely on what was happening around you instead of him. akutagawa would deny it all he'd want, but it was very evident that he was worried that you became seriously hurt.

↪he'd insist that he was more concerned about you messing up the mission than your actual health, but you couldn't miss the way he checked up on you multiple times after the mission ended - ensuring that your injuries weren't major. maybe he cared more than he'd like.

gin akutagawa ★↷

↪like her brother, she didn't exactly spend time getting to know you so gin didn't expect to be assigned a mission with you - although she didn't mind at all.

↪gin did keep more of an eye on you than she usually would with others. she didn't know your skills, and a part of her worried that you were extremely fragile due to being a humanoid gem - if you had any chance of getting home, it would be a good start to be alive.

↪so when she noticed parts of you starting to shatter and break, she became increasingly concerned mainly because you kept on going. gin immediately came to your aid and unlike her brother would've, she showed more worry, not majorly but she would atleast admit it.

↪your explanation of how you could regenerate your shattered body parts did provide a bit of comfort for her. although she would still check up on you, gin was determined to help you at anytime.

michizō tachihara ★↷

↪tachihara was rather excited when kouyou requested him to help you on your mission. his intrigue wanted him to find out as much about you as possible, especially about the kind of skills you got from being a humanoid gem.

↪although, a part of him was concerned that because of the jewel part of you, you were much more fragile than anyone. and his instincts would be right to a certain extent.

↪worry made itself evident on his face when he saw parts of your body shatter and break off, tachihara had no clue that you were practically immortal. he cleared the area out quicker than he could've imagined just so that he could check up on you as soon as possible.

↪he’d be incredibly intrigued to hear your explanation about how you could regenerate your shattered body parts, and it did comfort him to know that you were mostly fine.

ichiyō higuchi ★↷

↪higuchi felt extremely honoured to be assigned to help you with your first mission, she was expecting it to be someone else, a higher up perhaps. but now she had the opportunity, she definitely wasn't turning it down and promised to help as much as she could.

↪so seeing parts of your body shatter and break during the fight made her incredibly worried - not only did she fail to help and protect you, you might be seriously injured so would no longer have the chance to return to where you came from.

↪although, she couldn't help but stare in awe at your persistence to keep fighting despite the parts of you break off. higuchi would quickly snap out of her stupor and immediately helped you to make sure that you weren't injured more.

↪she listened intently to you explaining that it wasn't a big issue because of your ability to regenerate with certain compatible materials but she couldn't help but still worry - higuchi made a promise to keep an eye out for you more from now on.

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @vi-chan07

[sailorblossoms-rankane]

finished re-reading the jewel arc & I have thoughts...

The plot is about Ranma making Shampoo "say she loves him," yet the climax says his heart is unwaveringly Akane's. Ahampoo shows interest? He pulls away. Akane's "interest" is way more intense, yet he pulls closer

Notably, all the fiancées tell Ranma they love him in this arc, but only Akane's declaration gets to him. It reminds him that love is supposed to be something you feel and not a mindless challenge to win

These two panels being only a couple of pages apart really spell things out. Look at Ranma being put off by just a "hot stare" vs instantly leaning in and ~staring~ at Akane after an intense love confession. Atrociously down bad.

Similar to Tsubasa calling him ugly, Shampoo's rejection is framed as an attack, not just on his ego, but on his self-worth (this time also tied to public judgment). He reacts to both as if it were a challenge, his fighting aura visible... but the differences are interesting

The challenge against Tsubasa is clearly about looks, but with Shampoo at its core is more about likability. She doesn't attack his looks, she says he's a scum (and so should be hated). Even if he's like "am I no longer irresistible?" he's focusing on love, not attraction

When he's looking for validation with Ukyo, he doesn't ask "am I attractive to you?" (which is what you would associate with "being irresistible") but "do you love me?" (am I the type of guy girls fall in love with? ... that's what he connects with "irresistible")

Much to say about Ranma being emotionally stunted but this is the kind of stuff showing that at his core, he's a soft, romantic guy, jerk-ness notwithstanding. Classmates might say it's about desire (because THEY're horny lol) but he never goes there. Freaks out at the suggestion even

You can see the contrast with the classmates from the beginning (horny talk) while Ranma is focused on Akane's smile... his fantasies with girls are always something romantic with Akane, and it's hundreds of chapters before his interest in seeing Akane naked is brought up.

Ranma's personal space is invaded with frequency, which affects him, but all interest for him is tied to romance. There's a certain distance in challenges and playing characters, but I don't think he's comfortable with being desired from up close... unless he's in love (Akane)

And even then it's difficult for him. You can see how much he's about romance when he does not react at all to Shampoo's bridal fit (the cutest she has ever looked mind you... and yet) and with Akane just the sigh gets a big reaction

I think it makes sense to be a soft romantic at heart and struggle with being disliked. Wanting space from someone who annoys you doesn't mean you want/can take actual hostility from them. Being "dumped" is also a form of "losing" and Ranma must win absolutely everything.

Every step of the way he frames this as a challenge, a matter of reputation, armor, strategy, etc... without ever processing there are real, actual feelings at play (love is a battle, a simple challenge, instead of.... you know, love... he's not associating any of it with feelings! ... until Akane "confesses"). Other characters misjudge him for the bit, but Kasumi/Nabiki as a duo usually get it right

Akane can get angry because of misunderstandings/insecurities, but sometimes she's angry because she's being more perceptive and mature than Ranma and simply sees he's being an insensitive dumbass. (Ranma telling her not to be jealous also indicates he's not processing/seeing this as wanting someone else)

Sidenotes: it hits me that Shampoo is really a cat lol only truly dangerous when she feels (emotionally) cornered but otherwise she's just fucking around. “She hates me fr” says the melodramatic guy whose examples of "cold" and "hatred" are juvenile annoyance

Shampoo's abilities are plot devices more than anything else. If you take it seriously the speed with which Ranma defeats her is frankly disrespectful lol only the boys get Serious Fights. The tone with the female fighters is just different, no point in fixating on abilities or the like with them

(says something interesting about sexism in-world though. Cologne ya girl is getting washed, stand up! alas, she's only interested in future husband as she's ensured Shampoo's survival in her village. Could speculate the same happens to Akane, where she's trained just enough to be able to defend herself in her peaceful world, but then is left alone as the future of the dojo is expected to fall in the hands of a strong husband) (Mostly is the shonen of it all, as we're expected to believe none of the female martial artists have a sustained interest in improving/becoming stronger like the boys have. I suspend my belief here because there's still plenty to like about these characters, how the female fighters can be used, and because it's funny. What can I say. A bitch is being entertained)

[elkonigin]

Inuyasha Meta - Sango's Relationships

Let's take a moment and talk a bit about the main relationships that Sango has within the story.

Inuyasha

Okay, these two are siblings that aren't actually related. Inuyasha gives her that brotherly relationship that she's been looking for after the loss of Kohaku. Especially at the beginning when she thinks that he's actually dead.

And when she discovers that Kohaku isn't dead, Inuyasha is the one to make her see reason and stops her from killing her brother to save him from doing anything else evil.

Inuyasha should be anti-brother, but he's not. Because he understands family and what it should be. Inuyasha protects Sango from doing something that he knows that she's going to regret.

But these two seem to banter and argue back and forth like siblings and I think that's what gives Sango some sense of normalcy, because Inuyasha makes her realize that family doesn't have to be blood, and that she has people who care about her here.

Kagome

Ah yes, Kagome. The ultimate best friend duo. Kagome allows her that opportunity to have a female friend. I have no doubt that Sango had a ton of male friends because of her profession, but Kagome lets her be soft and feminine, and brings her those things that define her as feminine.

Kagome offers her the duality of Sango's nature. Sango wants to be feminine; if she didn't, then she wouldn't be wearing her traditional wrap skirt all the time (which I also think Sango uses as a disguise part of the time to let people misjudge her and then BAM! she enters ass kicking mode).

Kagome also serves as a confidant, allowing Sango to therapeutically release all that negative emotion and her confusion in her attraction to Miroku. Kagome is the normal girl that Sango wants it to be, however, she is allowed to be both soft and ass-kicking all in the same sphere. Kagome lets her see that it is possible to be both AND be accepted for it.

Miroku

Now, so many people argue that Sango deserves so much better than Miroku, and I say that you're wrong.

Was Miroku a terrible person at the beginning? Yes. But a lot of this stemmed from the fact that the man thought he was going to die within a few years, and had to literally pop a baby out of some woman in the hopes that maybe he would finally get rid of Naraku.

Both Sango and Miroku were living to die. Sango was willing to die to destroy Naraku and save her brother, and Miroku was just counting down the days until he was sucked into the void.

We see Miroku's habits change towards women once he was engaged to Sango. Miroku might have been a player, but he's devoted to Sango. There's also a distinct change in how he acts. Miroku wants to live once he realizes that he has something to live for.

Sango is Miroku's reason for living, and Sango finds a reason for herself. Revenge is no longer her primary focus, and we her be a little selfish for just that one bit in her desire to be with Miroku and be a married woman. Miroku's willingness to die for Sango and her despair over the thought that he might die before her, renews her passion for fighting Naraku, not for revenge but for the life she desires to have.

Kirara

So we have the dynamic duo here. Kirara is Sango's constant companion. She is loyal and faithful, and helps Sango whenever she's in danger or needs assistance. We know that Kirara loves Sango. This much is clear.

And it's obvious that Sango loves Kirara, judging from the first scene we see them reconnect after the deception of Naraku is revealed. Sango thought that Kirara had died defending the village, and Kirara had spent the entire time attempting to defend the village, even after it fell, because Sango had asked her to.

Kirara is happy to follow Sango and group along as they travel with hardly a care or concern, even when she's treated more like pack mule and transport.

However, both are greatly respected, and this is the relationship that gives our hearts joy and makes us all wish we had a little fire cat as a personal companion.

Kohaku

These two have to be the kindest siblings you've ever seen. Our first introduction to them is where Sango is reassuring Kohaku over his place in the village and as a demon slayer. She's reassuring and motherly, and even when her brother murders everyone that she loves, she still tries to comfort him as he dies.

Even as Kohaku attempts to attack Kagome and kill her, she tackles him to the ground and is willing to him herself, because she knows that even though it would destroy her to kill her brother, she's willing to suffer as long as he's not. Sango knows what her brother would want, and she'd do her damnedest to carry out his wishes.

Because when Sango loves, it's full force 100% inescapable care and affection whether you want it or not.

And after everything is done and over, there's no hard feelings between them. Sango doesn't hold what happened to the village and her family against him. Think about it. This is a lot to just let go, and Sango immediately forgives him, because she knows that it wasn't him.

I feel like I could go on more, but I think this is more than enough. 😂

[deancaspinefest]

Something Happening Somewhen

Author: allthismusic | Artist: eggchef

Posting on Wednesday March 27

Dean is 24 years old, and a quiet night at a California dive bar turns into a near death experience turns into a trip through time thanks to the stranger he meets in the bar. When he lands in the bunker twenty years into his future, he finds out who the stranger is — and what his relationship is to Dean’s own older self. Dean’s not sure what he thinks about this at first, but when Cas takes him back to his own time (accompanied by the older Dean, who is determined to make sure that nothing they do in the past screws up their lives in the future), he gets to know the angel, and he gets a glimpse at a future he never would’ve dreamed that he might be able to have.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

In the cool evening air, Dean looks around. He’d left the Impala back parked at the dingy motel where he’d rented a room, but he’s not quite ready to call it a night. He opens his remaining beer and looks down the street to see if there’s another bar nearby that might be worth checking out, but before he can make a decision he hears the door to the bar he has just left open behind him. And he knows, he just /knows/, that it isn’t some other random patron headed home.

“What the hell is this, huh?” Dean asks, “Something about ‘not interested’ you’re not getting?”

And then the guy says his name.

“Dean,” the man begins, and Dean gets it.

“Oh, lemme guess, my dad tell you to check up on me?” Dean asks. He doesn’t wait for an answer, just begins to walk, knowing the man will follow. He’s a hunter, obviously. Explains the build, and the suit that is only meant to pass muster at a brief glance, like the fake police badge or FBI creds the guy probably carries. Dean should’ve clocked him from the start.

And for some reason John had thought that Dean needed checking up on. That he couldn’t be trusted to go it alone, nevermind the fact that he had finished the hunt his dad had sent him on two whole days ago and had yet to receive any new case coordinates from John.

To Dean’s surprise, he hears a laugh behind him. He stops, and now he does turn to face the guy again.

“No,” the man says. “I’ve lost count of how often I’ve been told I’m bad at following orders, but even if that wasn’t the case, I wouldn’t follow your father’s.”

“Oh yeah? Then how do you know my name?” Dean demands.

“You left your wallet on the bar,” the man replies, holding it up. It’s definitely Dean’s: worn black leather, secondhand from his dad, containing a meager number of bills and at least three fake IDs tucked behind a real one— well, real first name, although it gives his surname as Campbell, just in case.

“Oh,” Dean says, wondering for the second time that night if he has misjudged this guy’s intentions. Maybe he’s just a normal businessman trying to do a good deed for the day and return a lost wallet, despite the wallet’s owner being an absolute weird freak toward him. “Thanks.”

The man offers the wallet out to him, almost gently, like he’s proffering a bit of food to a scared, stray dog, and Dean steps forward to take it. “It’s your birthday,” he says, and before Dean can ask, the man explains, “I saw it on your ID. On one of them, anyway.” Dean nods. “Happy birthday,” the guy says. “I should’ve bought you a beer.”

(continue reading on Ao3 on Wednesday March 27)

[halfratsalready]

I can’t help but wonder if the reason that Night Swan failed to corrupt Jack is that she exploited the wrong weakness.

It’s bothered me for a bit now that all of the descriptions we’re given of Jack paint him as pretty self-centered and unwilling to share the spotlight, while everything we actually see of him in the game when he isn’t performing shows him being quite reserved and maybe even timid (think of him at the beginning of Witch, where he doesn’t make a ton of eye contact and just kinda looks down, or the end of Locked out of Heaven). That’s not to say he can’t be arrogant or cocky, but I don’t think it’s as defining of a personality trait as all the descriptions of him make it sound.

In Avery’s new video on Dance With the Swan lore, she revealed the detail that Night Swan targeted the Just Dancer’s weaknesses in order to corrupt them, and the one she targeted in Jack was his “narcissism.” Obviously, Jack is the only one she didn’t succeed in corrupting, so I like to think that she misjudged him and chose to exploit a weakness that wasn’t as big as she thought it was (aka this could definitely still be a weakness of his, but there’s probably bigger ones she could have targeted). Maybe if she had targeted a different weakness, she would have succeeded, but she didn’t know her own son well enough to know the best way to win him over (or maybe that’s just my interpretation but hey).

Also, SI’HA NOVA AND THE TRAVELER CAN’T HELP TAKE DOWN NIGHT SWAN??? WHAT’S JACK GONNA DO???

[actual-changeling]

after quite a long time - welcome back to alex's unhinged meta corner!

and yes. it is once again the final fifteen. it has been two months and i have not moved on.

i'm gonna preface this very quickly with a little disclaimer: i do not dislike aziraphale, i love him. they both fucked up in different ways and neither of them is solely responsible for the entire shitshow that went down between them.

but.

aziraphale needs to learn how to listen to crowley, and crowley has the right to be angry. to be fucking furious, actually.

let's dive into it, shall we?

crowley starts talking as soon as aziraphale is back. he takes off his glasses, he is pacing, which is always a dead giveaway that he is nervous about something, and he explicitly asks aziraphale to LISTEN.

"it's probably best if i start off doing all the talking and you do all the listening"

followed by "if i dont start talking now i'll never start talking", and one should think that would be enough for aziraphale to actually shut up and listen. yet he doesn't. he interrupts crowley and tells him to "hold that thought" aka to shut up and listen to him instead, and this is where it all goes wrong.

not when he presents the metatron's offer, not when crowley realizes he will take it, not when crowley holds his speech.

here. right here. right at the beginning because from the second aziraphale enters the bookshop, he does not care about what crowley has to say. he is not listening to a single word coming out of his mouth because all he wants to do is present the "good news".

aziraphale has been ignoring pretty much 90% of what came out of crowley's mouth this season, and now we are at 100% of not listening or comprehending. however, crowley loves him. crowley loves him and sees his excitement and shuts up even though it is visibly hurting him.

this is not the face of someone who is in the mood to receive your "good news". this is someone who is at his fucking limit and biting his tongue and saying "really?" at the right point because crowley is listening. crowley loves him and he is listening - but does aziraphale give him the same undivided attention? does he ever listen to crowley?

NO! he doesn't! look at them side by side:

aziraphale is once again too caught up in his own feelings to even register that crowley is not doing well.

crowley is listening, nodding along, looking at him, patiently waiting, which honestly deserves an award. aziraphale is not getting to his fucking point and honestly i would not have been able to keep quite like crowley. he is taking very deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, but you can see that his brain is already trying to work out what kind of bullshit aziraphale has gotten himself into this time.

if aziraphale was paying the slightest bit of attention to crowley aka the person he loves he would have realized that he needs to stop talking. but he isn't and so he doesn't stop.

now. crowley doesn't cry throughout the entire thing. tears form but don't fall, and the thing is that they don't appear after aziraphale's "big reveal". no. you can see them in the very last frames we get of crowley before we shift to aziraphale's conversation with the metatron.

aziraphale mentions the metatron, says "i might have misjudged him", and that's it. crowley knows what he is about to tell him (at least the promotion part) and it's ripping a hole into him.

you can see that he is thinking, processing, but he knows. the sudden difference in his eyes between these frames and the last is very visible and accompanied by the first glints of tears along his waterline.

crowley knows this:

aziraphale isn't listening to him

gabriel is gone, meaning there is no supreme archangel

the metatron showed up on earth and then wanted to talk to aziraphale alone

now aziraphale is back and has "great news"

he's smart, he can connect the dots, he is painfully aware of how this is going to end.

want to know what the best part is?

between crowley taking his glasses off and the switch to the conversation with the metatron pass 35 seconds.

35 seconds. that's how long it takes for crowley's world to fall apart.

everything that comes after just makes it worse and gives him more details, but this when he knows that whatever aziraphale is going to ask of him, he will not do it, and aziraphale is going to leave him. there's a tiny spark of hope, which is why he asks.

"tell me you said no" but he knows. he knows aziraphale did not say no. he knows the second he connects his excitement to the news.

35 seconds.

aziraphale did not listen because he does not *care* about what crowley wants to tell him. he has build himself a version of crowley in his head and expects the real crowley to act like that, taking his attention, his help, his mere presence, as granted. in his mind, whatever crowley wants to tell him can't possibly be more important than what HE cares about, and so he does not care and he does not listen.

"good news to give you" the news are not "i am going to be supreme archangel" and it is NOT "the metatron said i can make you an angel"

no, wanna know what the good news are in aziraphale's mind?

"you are an angel again." THAT are the news. THAT is what he is telling crowley, because hey, did you notice something? while watching the entire confession scene over and over again like a normal person?

i did.

never, not ONCE, in his deliverance of the good news, does aziraphale ASK CROWLEY WHAT HE WANTS.

he is operating on the assumption that yes, of course crowley will come with me to heaven. who doesnt want to be an angel? on the side of good and light and all the shit coming out of his mouth.

he only starts asking him to come with him once crowley makes it clear that actually, fuck that, i'm not going back. and even THEN even at that point he NEVER not ONCE asks crowley if he wants to be an angel again. he is STILL operating on "everyone wants to be an angel" and is not questioning it.

aziraphale thinks they are arguing about whether or not he should take the archangel position. crowley thinks they are arguing about him becoming an angel again.

the funny part is that to aziraphale, crowley's argument isn't even an argument because, again, he does not question that maybe crowley does not want to be an angel again. he is taking that as given.

THIS is why i don't want to see the apology dance again. this is why i dont want crowley to immediately forgive aziraphale. what i want is for aziraphale to shut up and LISTEN to what crowley is telling him and has been telling him for six thousand years.

i'm going to end this with one last comparison, which honestly summarizes this entire meta post.

[familyoffood]

🩸Fixing a Radio (RadioSnake fanfic)🩸

🩸warnings: mentioned blood🩸

“Well according to the-”

*STATIC!!*

“That is correct, it must be-”

*ZIPPY ZAP!!*

“You can say that-”

*CRACK!!*

What the hell?  Why was Alastor’s radio making those sounds?  Sir Pentious had been transporting his tools from the downstairs to his room when he heard a strange sound from Alastor’s room.  In the room, besides the usual deer hides on the walls, bloody paintings, and a large bed.  A singular table stood in the middle of the room, holding upon it a radio.  The radio was talking like it usually did, except…it kept on glitching very well…dramatically.  

“Hm…it musssst be broken,” Sir Pentious hissed, approaching the radio with his toolbox in hand.  

It looked pretty battered up, covered in dust and dirt, dried blood, along with a few dents in it.  The noises were coming from the fence-like laid wires that had a hole in it.  Pentious was well…surprised that the radio was so badly damaged.  He placed his tool box down next to the table and opened it, turning to the radio while holding a screwdriver.

(A bit later)

Alastor hummed to himself as he walked down the hall, which was past his room.  His ears turned though to pick up the sound of banging in his room, only for him to turn to see the one and only Sir Pentious in the room.  Pentious was doing well…something to the radio, Alastor wasn’t sure what though.  Was he working for the Vees still?  Oh that dumb little TV headed man…thinking that he could sneak information from Alastor..again.  Sir Pentious hadn’t noticed Alastor until he was practically on top of him and his voice rang out, “Well, hello there my dear!”

Pentious almost dropped the tool that he was holding, flinching and turning around to see Alastor gazing at him, basically face to face.  Alastor narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, as if examining Sir Pentious for anything out of the ordinary.  Alastor’s head made a snap sound when it turned, as if something had popped back into place or out of it.

“A-alassstor!  I-I was just uh-  Well you see-  I’ll start from the beginning!  This morning I woke up and- no no, too far back-  I was walking down the hallways of the hotel and I couldn’t but uh notice you're beaten up- I mean FANTASTIC radio needed some help- a-assistance!” Pentious began to explain, tripping over his own words such as tripping over a rope on the ground.

Alastor couldn’t pay attention to what the snake demon was saying, and instead…he turned and looked at the radio, moving around Pentious to examine it.  Oh wow!  It was almost brand new, just like how you would see it on picture shows.  Alastor listened to how it played a normal broadcast, it did not glitch or crack like it had been!  

“Well, did you do this?” Alastor gestured to the radio with his staff, extending his plastering smile.

“U-um…yes?” Sir Pentious was confused and a bit worried still, twiddling his thumbs as he waited.

“Oh my!  Seems like I misjudged you my dear friend!” Alastor smiled, his voice filled with genuine delight rather than anger or sarcasm.

…huh?

Now Sir Pentious was even more confused, yet picked up his tool box and smiled at Alastor, “Y-you’re welcome Sir!”

He walked out of the room, leaving Alastor to marvel at how beautiful that slithering being had made his radio.  Alastor thought to himself for a moment, resting his finger on his chin.  Sir Pentious was always talked down to by everyone, even Charlie did it on occasion when Pentious was just trying to prove his worth.  He smiled more though as he had a thought.  With a swish of his staff, a small shadow minion appeared, almost giving a cat-like appearance as it gazed up at Alastor.

“My small minion, I need you to follow that slithering friend of ours.  Don’t let yourself be seen and stay in his shadow,” Alastor’s sharp yellow teeth almost glowed as he thought to himself.

The minion nodded, melting into a shadow on the floor and following where the snake demon had disappeared off to.  Gazing at the radio…Alastor felt something…maybe it was happiness for the demon?  Ugh, it felt sticky and warm, and not in the ‘eating other humans’ type of way.  Well…no matter…it would go away he supposed.

But it probably never did.

[lively-potter]

— nepenthe ; part six

— genre ; age gap, angst, fluff, smut, sheltered oc, ceo jungkook, mafia/gang vibes ( kinda/sorta )

— warnings ; please note that in the beginning, the oc is in an abusive home — and if this triggers you please do not read. the oc is of age but nothing smutty will be happening for a while — but there WILL be smut. A small bit of SA is in part two and if it tiggers you, don’t read.

— intro, part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

— 2024 © LivelyPotter all rights reserved

— find me on Wattpad ; LivelyPotter

— taglist ; @ahgasegotarmy116 @jk97bam @yourbobaeyestell

— word count ; 1.4k

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SOLARIS January 23rd, 2024 Charleston, SC

Six am

I was too excited to sleep anymore. I got up, wrapped myself in my blanket, and watched the sun rise in the sky, hope rekindled within my soul.

Seven am

Father got up, and left for work after eating the breakfast I had prepared for him. I thanked my lucky stars he couldn't recognise the happiness and excitement within my eyes.

Eight am

The cleaning was done twice over. Now, I had nothing left to do but wait patiently for the day to pass on. For the first time in years, I had something to look forward to that wasn't saying my nightly prayers.

Nine am

I was able to find a needle and thread within the contents of my little nickknack box. A happy squeal left my lips once I was able to patch up a tear in one of my favorite pink dresses. I wanted to look pretty for my new friends. Would they like my dress? Most importantly, would Chairman Jeon like my pretty dress? Pink hues spread throughout my face as I thought about the scary man with the pretty eyes. Maybe if I looked pretty, he wouldn't want to get rid of me soon.

Ten am

"Ouch!" I winced, a fine tooth comb tightly wound within my face. I huffed and pouted to myself before taking the time to gently unwind my hip length hair out of the comb. So this is what I get for trying to get my hair to look nice. I pouted harder. Brushing it until it shined was the best I could do. It was better to let it hang loose than to be put back into an unattractive lumpy bun. I couldn't do braids either, Mama hadn't yet got the chance to teach me before she passed. With a resigned sigh, my toes curled back and forth as I brushed through my hair, longingly eyeing the outdoors from my window.

Eleven am

"I'm so bored..." I slumped, back falling onto my bedroom floor, little nickacks strewn beside my body. I flipped onto my tummy and grinned, little hand reaching out to grab a plastic bag where I stashed the hello kitty bandages Chairman Jeon put over my scraped knees. I like saving things that has good memories attached to them. The bandaids reminded me of how I had misjudged Chairman Jeon...and how he had taken care of me so kindly.

A girlish giggle left my lips as I thought about him.

Don't get me wrong, he was scary, and handsome, and had pretty eyes, but I knew there was so much more lurking beneath the surface. Maybe I could catch another glimpse of it?

Twelve pm

I hardly blinked as the minutes ticked by.

Eyes stuck solely on the old clock on the wall, I was impatiently waiting until sun down.

One pm

"Hmmmm....hmmmm...hmmumumum..."

I had nothing better to do than practicing my humming.

I think I was getting better!

At least the dogs hadn't started howling like last time.

Two pm

Only five more hours.

I never knew I was this impatient.

Three pm

Supper is cooking.

Decided to made crock pot chili was a good decision.

Cooking would distract me from my impatentiness.

Four pm

"Please, Mister clock, tick faster!" I stomped my foot with a huff. I tapped my foot on the ground, huffily, glaring up at the clock on the wall.

The ground beef was nearly unthawed so I could brown it, add peppers, garlic, and onions.

All that would be left to do was add the beans, corn, diced tomatoes, and the seasoning packets and combine it all to simmer on low heat.

Five pm

Two more hours to go. I spoke to myself often as I got out the ingredients for cornbread. It went nicely with the homemade chili and Father prefered it that way. I added butter to the baking pan, to keep the bread from sticking, and mixed together the cornmeal, a bit of flour, buttermilk, and fresh jalapenos.

Six pm

Father just got home.

I hunched my shoulders and followed after him to his chair.

I avoided his eyes and meekly slipped his boots and socks off his feet, and handed him the TV remote.

He grunted and snatched the remote from my hands.

"Supper's done, Father." I spoke up, flinching when his eyes shot to mine. "Do you wish for me to get you some?"

He rolled his eyes.

"For fuck's sake, girl. Yes." he sneered exasperated, "and bring me a beer while you're at it."

I jumped at his loud tone.

"...oh..okay, Father." my eyes glossed over when I slowly back away and scattered into the kitchen. My hands shook with nerves while preparing his food.

Grabbing a Modelo from the fridge, I opened the bottle and carried his food out to him.

I placed it on the little table beside his chair, and bowed my head.

It feels as if I'm nothing but a slave here.

To carry out the whims of other just because I was worthless and chained down.

I waited until Father agknowlageed me.

"Chili?" he suspiciously sniffled the contents of the bowl while poking at the square slice of cornbread braced on the side.

"Yes, Father...I made your favorite kind." I whispered, not daring to look at him.

He didn't like me looking at him in the eyes much.

"Hm." he grunted, finally starting to gobble down the food I made. A smile erupted on my face when he didn't spat it out in disgust.

I hoped he would like it.

"Go to your room, girl." Father said around a mouthful of meat, beans, and veggies. "Grechen's gonna be here soon and we'll be busy and I don't want you out of your room."

Happiness flickered within my heart.

Whenever Grechen came over, her and Father never left his room until late the next morning.

This is perfect!

I could go visit my new friends without worry!

Father glared at me over his bowl, "You're not to be seen or heard."

"Yes, Father. I understand." my head was bowed so low he couldn't see the tiny smile on my face.

"Leave."

My feet raced away from the living room, feeling lighter than I had been for a while.

I would try to leave soon...maybe around seven, to make sure I would arrive at a good time.

The moment I entered my bedroom, I locked the door behind me and giggled to myself.

"Almost time, Solaris!" I spoke quietly to myself, slipping the straps of my long nightgown off my frame to slip on the pink dress. This one had quarter sleeves and hid the bruises away from view.

The hem fluttered around my knee caps when I plopped down on my mattress to tie on the same white shoes I wore last night.

I twirled around the room happily, hearing Grechen's loud voice from the living room greet Father.

I took my map, and the mini flashlight I got for christmas before Mama died and added it into my little crocheted bag and strapped it around myself.

Looking around my room, I tidied it up slightly to look better when I came home and gathered up a plan within my mind.

I nibbled on my lower lip and looked outside.

I lived in a one floor house, so it wouldn't be a problem to go outside my window. I woudln't hurt myself or lock myself out since my window had no lock.

But I would have to hurry. Knowing it would take thirty minutes to walk to Ataraxia, I knew I would arrive later than I wished to.

So I would run most of the way.

Seven pm

It was now dark out.

I listened to Grechen and Father's loud voices – growing quieter, and smiled to myself.

I tiptoed to my widow, feeling my heart thump wildly within my chest. Quietly sliding open the window, I inched my body out of the window, and hit the ground with a near silent thump.

So far, my first attempt at sneaking out seemed to be successful!

Thank the good Lord above!

I slid the window down and left it open a crack.

So that my window would appear closed.

With another girlish giggle, my feet pounded on the pavement, hurrying as fast as I could to Ataraxia.

And to the people – no, friends waiting for me there.

author's note ; ✨

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[yuyuswrld]

O Captain, My Captain || 2

series intro, chapter 1

characters: connie springer x reader in this chapter, series is various aot boys x reader

notes: this is an explicit series, please do not follow or interact if you’re under 18! also, this chapter is a tad on the technical side of volleyball, so just bear with me here.

content warnings, explicit smut, marijuana consumption, vulgar language

After two straight hours of dealing with his rambling regarding each team member’s techniques and flaws, you sigh in relief as you jot down the last of Armin’s performance review. Finally. You were on the last recording to review. You glance at Eren, shifting your focus from your notebook. Eren’s head rests on a propped-up fist, eyes abstracted by the recording of Jean’s practice match. He’s attractive like this, with his big ass mouth shut and engrossed in reviewing the recordings. As Jean blocks a spike, Eren’s eyes focus in, almost hawk-like, as he pauses the recording. 

“Right there, Jean’s foot crosses the line because he over-corrected after jumping. Looks like the motherfucker’s all talk about how he’s like an impenetrable iron wall,” He mocks, displeasure apparent on his face. “Write in the performance review section that he needs to work on timing and positioning during the one-on-ones.”

“He still blocked the ball, though. I have a hard time thinking that was a timing issue and not just an honest mistake.” 

His icy green eyes catch yours as he looks over in a disapproving manner. Oh god. Strike one, you cringe as you prepare for his oncoming verbal assault. You only had this recording left and you would’ve been able to go home and catch up on your already past-due schoolwork.

“Tell me why you think that.” It’s not polite. It hits you like an icy breeze. But it’s not as aggressive as you were expecting from him. You take a sip from your half-melted drink to clear your throat, thinking about whether you should appease him to go home, or just be honest. The latter wins. Since when were you a pussy? He might be 6’2, but you’ve never been a little bitch in the face of fear.

“Look at the alignment of his foot when he jumps to block. It’s almost like his foot slipped on the uptake, but he still attempted to stop the ball, so he shifted the direction in which his body tilted. During that, you can see his foot cross just barely past the centerline. I don’t think he just over-corrected out of self-doubt.”

“Mistakes like that cost games. It’s something that needs to be drilled out of them, no matter what.” He taps his finger against the coffee shop table as if deep in thought. “You’re right, though. But next time, don’t stick up for Kirschstein. Little shit doesn’t deserve it.”

You chuckle with him, pleasantly shocked at the moment of humor. Had you just misjudged him so much as to assume he was humorless? The gaze you two share holds for a second too long for comfort, silence filling the gaps as you break eye contact and resume what you had been doing before. The dull chatter of others in the coffee shop resumes its ringing as you finish writing down the notes for Coach Levi. Not much later, the screech of a chair sliding out from its place catches you off guard, leaving a harsh mark.

“I’m out. Gotta pick up my baby sister. See ya’.”

Oh. Okay then. 

You glance at your phone, checking on the text you had sent to Connie earlier to ask if he had any weed on hand. Sure enough, a text from Connie from 15 minutes ago. You attempt to speed up the process in which you clean and pack up your items, joyous that you finally have a chance to just relax and hang out with a friend. Grabbing your bag, you head out the coffee shop door and begin the trek to the men’s dorms. 

Connie was a bit of an oddball. His position as an outside hitter was hard for you to wrap your head around at first, considering how many of the sets go past him and to Eren. You even had to ask Armin to explain out of sheer confusion. 

“Connie’s our best all-rounder, just right behind Marco when it comes to receiving. Most of our sets are designated by Coach Levi to go to Eren if Floch and I think it’ll be advantageous. In our two-setter offensive style, both Floch and I prefer to set to him. But Connie being able to catch the enemy’s spikes is invaluable, especially when Marco’s off the court. Not to mention throwing off an enemy team by sending the set to Connie instead and knowing that he’ll hit it no matter what, that’s what makes him a great outsider.”

Despite your first interaction with him where he seemed like a total airhead, he grew on you with the witty jokes he’d make towards Coach and his willingness to help you with mopping the gym after practice. You’re about to text Connie to let him know you arrived just as he opens the door and greets you with an unexpected hug.

“Hey! What’s up?” 

Before you have a chance to respond, he’s tugging you into the elevator shaft, exchanging pleasantries with the men who’re relaxing in the common area. The ride up and walk to his room are both short but filled with small talk between the two of you. It’s about volleyball and how excited everyone is for the state qualifiers, stating how he’s beyond confident that they’ll make it to nationals again.

“Y’know,” Connie says as he digs through his closet to pull out his stash and pipe before packing it in. “I just have a feeling that this is our year. Last year, they benched me for a minor injury when we were competing and that was the worst feeling of my life. Especially watching Eren get all the fuckin’ spotlight,” he states, heating the flower. “Nothing wrong with the guy. Just think that he should spare some pussy for the rest of us.”

There’s no chance to form a response before he has the freshly packed pipe up to your lips, signaling for you to go. After you cough, it feels like you’re ascending for a second. You take one more before slumping against his couch, grabbing the sweet-tart ropes on the living room table.

“Those were supposed to be mine,” He teases, snagging one from the bag you clutch so dearly. “Did ya’ wanna watch anything?” Connie scrolls through Netflix’s catalog, gaze seeming unimpressed with their selection. 

“A horror movie, maybe?” You ask, watching as he flips through to the horror section. Connie settles on The Cabin in the Woods, placing his takeout in his lap before diving in. You watch from your seat next to him, hardly noticing as he begins to scooch in closer once the movie picks up. By the middle of the movie, Connie has finished his food and is sitting too close for comfort, arm now wrapped around you to seem like he isn’t terrified.

“You’re scared shitless, aren’t you?” You tease.

He only rolls his eyes in response before jolting, surged by pure fear from the movie. 

“How the fuck did that not scare you?” Connie asks, his arm on your shoulder almost pulling you onto his lap. You adjust, propping your legs onto his lap to accommodate the closeness.

“Guess I’m just better than you.”

“Is that right?” He questions and turns his head, making you realize the proximity of his lips. You close the gap between you two, lips intertwining like a glass medley. Connie’s hands explore, delicate across the surface of your skin, rippling goosebumps rising from you. The two of you adjust, with you ending up in Connie’s lap, your legs straddling his. 

His fingers move to raise your shirt above your head and you feel so vulnerable in the way his eyes almost eat you alive. He stares for a few moments before fondling them and moving his mouth to caress a nipple with his tongue. The way he laps at them as if you were to disappear at any time has you arching in pleasure, craving the pleasure even more. 

He detaches his mouth to focus his attention on your pants, quickly unbuttoning them and helping you remove them. The second they’re gone, he places a testing swipe to your clit, eyes wide in awe as you let out a pleasured squeak of surprise. He plays with your wet slit for a second before he bottoms the first finger out in you. 

Your hands fly to grip the back of his head, crying out at the pleasurable intrusion. Connie hums in satisfaction, allowing you to grind down on his finger before adding another.

“God, y’re so fuckin’ wet. Ride my fingers, baby.”

His words spur you on, desperate as you try to find release on his fingers. His unoccupied hand moves to your clit, fingers rubbing and moving in ways that have you nearing your limit. Right as you’re about to feel your vision go white, everything stops. You open your eyes to Connie’s face, a cocky smirk plastered all over it. 

“You’re better than me, right? So c’mon and make yourself cum ‘n my cock and we’ll see who’s better.”

Connie temporarily shifts you off of him to remove his pants and underwear, cock springing up as he pulls them off. It’s pretty, veins running across the bottom begging to be touched by your tongue. As you move forward, he stops you.

“No sweetheart, this is all about your pretty face ‘n pussy.”

He places you back in his lap, careful to line you up properly. You gasp at first, feeling the tip intrude, but welcome it as he sinks in. It feels bigger than it looks, catching you off guard with how well it fills you up. As Connie bottoms out, you find yourself once again desperate for release. 

He groans out as you follow the same pattern of grinding and bouncing you did on his fingers. You attempt to reach it, arms placed on his supports to support your riding, sweat beading across your body.

“Want some help?” He teases.

“God, please. Make me cum.”

Connie places his hands on your hips, beginning to thrust into places you weren’t able to hit on your own. His pace is full of fervor as he bounces you up and down, the both of you feeling as if he hits deeper every time you sink all the way back down. His fingers move back to your clit as he continues his pace and you feel the fuzzy feeling returning to your head. 

It’s not much longer before the two of you cum, Connie pulling out and spurting it on your stomach. He smiles at you before speaking.

“Did you want to spend the night and smoke another bowl? We don’t have classes tomorrow.”

[katnisspeetaprim]

I'm In Part 2

Bang Chan/Fem!Reader/Felix

So this is the part 2 of I'm In. Quite a few people asked for this so I hope it lives up to the hype! This is the frst ever threesome smut I've written so I'm sorry if it's not that great!

Warnings: Established relationship, piv sex, unprotected sex, idol!au, swearing, pwp, oral (m recieving)

Word Count: 3157 M.list

Never in your life had you spent so much time cleaning your apartment and choosing your outfit. Not even when Chan came round for the first time. Deep down you knew you were over thinking things. Felix wouldn’t give a damn if your place was messy, considering what it was that he was coming round to discuss with you and Chan.

‘Babe calm down! You’ve been jittery all day.’

‘I know! But I want to make a good impression.’ You turned away from Chan and reorganised the fruit bowel for the 100th time that evening.’

‘what the-? You’ve known each other for years??’ Chan was confused, not understanding why you were acting this way. He came over and spun you round to face him, hand coming to gently stroke your cheek.

‘Baby, if you don’t want this-‘ You abruptly cut him off.

‘No it’ not that. I just want it to go well...’ You sighed and sat down on the sofa, flattening out your dress. You had decided on a simple summer dress, so that if everything went to plan, Felix would have easy access. Chan placed his warm hand on your shoulder and went to speak, when the doorbell suddenly rang.

‘He’s early.’ You chuckled. Chan smiled back and went to let his band mate in.

You stood with a smile when they rounded the corner, pulling Felix into a hug when he approached.

‘Hey Lix, I’m glad you came.’ He affectionately returned your embrace, squeezing lightly as he pulled back.

‘Me too.’ Chan cleared his throat as you pulled apart.

‘so... Shall we get to business?’

The three of you had done as you’d planned, ordered food and alcohol, so you could loosen up whilst discussing your boundaries.

‘So first off, everybody want’s this right?’ Chan lead the conversation. If somebody wasn’t comfortable, there had been lots of time to pull out and so far, nobody had voiced any concerns. You and Felix both nodded at the question, prompting his to continue.

‘Cool. Do either of you have any boundaries? Things you aren’t comfortable with?’ You and Felix shyly glanced at each other.

‘I don’t think so?’ Felix said, almost like he was asking a question.

‘Me neither.’ You replied confidently. ‘ Though nothing weird please.’ Both men laughed at your attempt to break the tension.

‘Don’t worry, unless I’ve severally misjudged him, I don’t think Felix is into any weird shit.’ Chan reassured you and Felix nodded with a chuckle.

‘So erm... Do we just start?’ You spoke sheepishly. Chan smirked at your timid attitude.

‘Eager?’ You blushed profusely.

‘Why don’t you start with making out a little? Get a feel for each other.’ Chan suggested, leaning back in his chair and licking his lips subtly. You bit your lip and turned to face Felix, looking at him through the curtain of your hair.

He was staring back, eyes now slightly darker now that this was actually happening. You stood up, maybe a little too quickly, as you tried to act calm and collected.

You made your way across the room, swaying your hips seductively as you went, until you stood directly before Felix, staring down at him.

You placed you hands on his shoulders and suddenly straddled his waist, already feeling the beginning of a boner from him as you settled.  You licked your lips as you saw the ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Leaning down, you finally connected your lips to his, both sighing contently as your mouths moulded together. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, so hard you were surprised it couldn’t be heard by the two men in the room.  You felt Felix’ hands come to rest on your hips, squeezing as he relaxed into the kiss. Feeling a little braver, you laced your fingers through his hair and probed his mouth with your tongue.  His hair had been recently dyed for the new comeback, and you would be lying if you said he didn’t look good with the blue hair...

‘Why don’t you touch her more?’ Chan’s voice broke through the air. Felix broke the kiss to look over to the older man, before slowly bringing his gaze back to you, silently asking fro permission. You nodded with a smile and brought him back in to kiss. His hands slowly began to trail up your body, shivers running down your spine as his fingers glided over your clothed skin, until he reached your breasts. You let out a gasp when he squeezed, kneading them with his fingers.

‘You’re soft.’ Felix breathed out. He’d clearly gotten more daring, as he pulled your dress down, revealing the top of your breasts, so he could suckle on the exposed skin.

You leaned your head back, unconsciously grinding down onto Felix, causing him to moan against your skin.

You parted your eyes slightly, chancing a glance at the man sat only a few feet from you. Chan sat at the edge of his seat, leaning forwards on his thighs.

His intense gaze was laser focused on Felix’ mouth attached to your chest. You craved for a bigger reaction from your boyfriend, so you decided to move things forwards.

You abruptly stood, causing Felix to look up at you with wide eyes, thinking he’d done something wrong. You only smirked as you looked over your shoulder to Chan. His eyes now bore into you, waiting for your next move.

You reached up to the straps of your dress and teasingly pushed the material down your body. You had to admit, you did feel a little embarrassed when your naked breasts came on display, having foregone a bra. You almost lost confidence in your little plan, ready to cover up, when you heard Felix mutter out a quiet ‘fuck’ under his breath. Dark eyes stared up at you as he started breathing heavier.

‘I knew you were eager baby.’ Chan smirked, making you blush. You looked over to see him lazily palming himself through his jeans. Felix took this opportunity to stand and pull his t-shirt over his head. He lunged forwards and took you in his arms, smashing his lips against yours.

His hands began to wonder, harshly gripping your bum, making you hiss out. You reached out and began palming him through his trousers. Felix broke the kiss and rested his head on your shoulder.

‘You’re still wearing too many clothes.’ You whispered in his ear as you undid his zip and roughly pushed his trousers and boxers down. Immediately, you took him in your hand.

‘Ah...’ He couldn’t stop the whimpers that already threatened to escape him.

‘Are you gonna let her do all the work?’ Chan breathed out. He’d now also undone his trousers and slid his hand inside.

Felix laughed lightly, before moving his hand round your body, and slipping it down the front of your panties. You whined out when his fingers teased your folds.

Your eyes were closed as you clung to Felix, until you felt a presence touch you from behind.

Your eyes shot open and craned your neck back to see Chan. He’d also stripped his clothes, letting his hot skin sit against yours and feeling his hard member poking at your backside.

‘I thought you just wanted to watch?’ You breathed as Chan nibbled at your neck. He only snorted against your skin. You giggled, taking this as your cue to carry on.

Felix bought his lips back to yours as you jerked him off.  Felix’ slender fingers rubbed at your clit softly, almost too softly... When you felt Chan’s fingers sliding under your panties from behind and started stroking the folds near your entrance.

You gasped out and clung tightly to Felix, when Chan’s fingers pushed into you.

‘don’t stop.’ Felix whined out when your hand stilled on his dick. Chan growled behind you, almost protectively.

‘She goes first.’ Felix grumbled but continued rubbing at your sensitive bud. He leaned down and started licking at your neck, your head leaning back to lean on Chan’s shoulder as you sighed out.

Chan’s free hand gently turned your face so he could kiss you. You’re heart was still beating loudly in your chest. No matter how confident you thought you were, the whole situation was intense. You’d never even been naked in front of someone you weren’t dating, and now you were being fingered by not only your boyfriend, but also one of his closest friends.

Your mouth hung open as your small gasps turned into breathy moans.

‘You close baby?’ Chan whispered in your ear. Felix hunched over and took your nipple in his mouth, all while pressing harder on your clit.

‘Ah! I’m cumming!’ You moaned out loudly, causing both men to speed up their movements. The sudden explosion between your legs was enough to make your knees buckle. If it weren’t for Felix in front of you, you would be on the floor.

You hunched forwards and wrapped your arms tightly round Felix’ neck as you caught your breath, whining slightly when Chan pulled his fingers out of you.

‘Fuck. That was so sexy. You’re so lucky you get to see that everyday.’ Chan smirked at Felix’ words, but decided to stay silent. He kissed your neck as he peeled himself away from you, helping you to disregard your soaked underwear.

‘You ready to continue baby?’ You nodded with a smile, turning to face him.

‘how do you want me?’  You smirked, beginning to stroke his member.

‘Shit, here.’ He threw down a pillow on the floor, so you wouldn’t hurt your knees. Always the gentleman.

‘You ready to fuck her Felix?’ You were now on all fours in front of him, legs spread and presenting your glistening centre to him. Felix’ eyes widened when he saw you take Chan fully into your mouth, right down to his pubic bone.

‘Fuck yes!’ Felix quickly nestled himself behind you, grasping tightly to your hips. He began to stroke his member across your folds, when he suddenly froze.

‘Do I need a condom?’ he asked, almost timidly, causing Chan to let out a breathy laugh as you sucked on his cock.

‘What do you say baby? Can he go in raw? As a special treat?’ You popped off Chan and flipped your hair to look back to Felix.

‘Just fuck me already.’ That was all Felix needed to hear to position himself back at your entrance, and roughly pushed into you. The sudden unexpected roughness from Felix was enough to make you wince and hiss out.

‘Hey!’ Chan seethed out. ‘Be careful!’

‘Shit, sorry Y/N.’ Felix squeezed your hip gently.

‘It’s ok. Please move.’ You moaned out, turning back to Chan and taking him back into your mouth.

‘My god you’re so tight! Fuck!’ Felix’ movements were fast and sloppy, overwhelmed from the feel of being inside you.

‘When was the last time you did it raw?’ Chan laughed out. Felix couldn’t answer. His eyes clamped shut with sweat running down his face as he tried to stop himself from cumming early.

You moaned around Chan as you felt another orgasm building up.

‘Shit I’m gonna cum!’ Felix moaned out behind you, movements becoming faster and harder as he released himself inside you. Felix was trembling so much and gripping your hips so tightly, you were sure you would have bruises in the shape of his hands tomorrow morning.

He’s hunched over and was basically hugging you from behind as he kissed down your back, making Goosebumps appear on your skin.

Chan pulled out of your mouth as Felix caught his breath.

‘don’t get too comfortable mate.’ Chan scolded playfully, causing Felix to groan as he pulled away from you. He cast his eyes down and saw his seed leaking out of you, sending a new wave of blood to his dick.

‘Shit... That was amazing...’ Felix leaned back against the sofa still on the floor, whilst you flipped yourself over.

‘You don’t have to tell me.’ Chan smirked. Smug bastard.

‘Shut up.’ You slapped his leg as he still stood over you, smirking. Chan kneeled down between your legs and placed his fingers between your sensitive folds, making you suck in a breath as he played with your slickness. His eyes were glued to the mess Felix left behind, and he couldn’t help but push as much cum back inside you as he could, not wanting a single drop to go to waste.

‘Think you can take me too baby?’

‘Fuck yes.’ You lunged forwards and bought him into a rough kiss as he slammed into you. You cast your eyes to the side when Chan pulled away to suck on your neck. You caught sight of Felix sat there, staring. He looked completely fucked out, eyes half closed and mouth hanging open. He was laser focused on you as Chan rocked into you.

You couldn’t help but reach your hand out to stroke across his leg and over his semi hard dick. He closed his eyes and relaxed back against the sofa as you lazily stroked him.

Chan couldn’t help but notice you were paying more attention to Felix that him as he was buried inside you. He felt a pang of jealousy so, he pulled almost all the way out and roughly slammed back into you. At the sudden assault, you gasped out and snapped your head back to face Chan.

‘You’re mine baby. Don’t forget that.’ He growled in your ear, causing you to shudder with desire. Your arms buckled beneath when Chan started playing with your clit, bud going into overdrive as you started cumming again.

‘Chan! Please don’t stop!’

‘Fuck!’ He slammed into you one last time before pulling out and quickly standing up, stroking himself to release all over your breasts.

The room was silent, apart from the heavy breathing of the three of you. You look over towards Felix and noticed his chest was now glistening . You giggled lightly, knowing he’d gotten himself off to you and Chan fucking.

You suddenly felt Chan kneeling next to you, placing gentle kisses along your bare shoulder.

‘You goof baby?’ You smiled and nodded, kissing him gently before he helped you to stand.

Felix shuffled behind you as he also stood. He shifted from one foot to the other as he tried to look smaller, as if he wasn’t sure what to do with himself now that it was over.

You quickly moved to the man and hugged him tightly, not wanting him to feel used or awkward around you now.

You cringed slightly when you remembered you were covered in Chan’s cum, but Felix didn’t seem to care, since he eagerly returned your embrace.

Pulling away, you smiled warmly as you stroked his cheek, before leaning in to kiss him.

‘Ok?’

‘Yeah.’ He confirmed with a toothy smile. Chan cleared his throat slightly.

‘Baby? Why don’t you go shower and we’ll clean up here.’ He cringed, looking down at the various fluids that now covered your living room floor.

‘Me and Felix can just clean up with the sink for now.’ Felix nodded in agreement, already looking for a towel.

‘Ah, are you sure? I feel bad making you do that.’

‘Y/N! It’s fine. We don’t mind being a little smelly for a while.’ Felix laughed, basically pushing you out of the room. You laughed along as you gave in and went to the bathroom.

As you showered, Felix and Chan were scurrying around to clean the room and themselves, before you remerged.

When you rounded the corner, you saw both men sitting on the sofa now fully clothed, looking to be mid conversation. Chan’s eyes lit up when he saw you.

‘Hey! You look cozy in that.’ He chuckled, gesturing to your fluffy robe. You smiled and made your way over, forcing your way in-between them.

‘That’s rude.’ Felix joked as he made room for you. You leaned your head on Chan’s shoulder and he put his arm around you.

‘So... What were you guys talking about?’ Chan and Felix glanced at each other, before shuffling awkwardly.

‘We were thinking..’ Chan spoke up, taking the lead ounce again. ‘That if you are ok with it, we could do this again some time?’ The breath hitched in your throat at his words. Glancing up at Chan and Felix, you could see the glimmer of hope on their faces, though they tried their best to mask it.

‘If you don’t want to then don’t feel like you need to.’ Felix spoke up when you didn’t answer right away.

‘No I’d love to do it again!’ You sat up straight. ‘But maybe we can do it on a bed next time?’ You all laughed and agreed. Even tough Chan had thrown a pillow down for you, you were sure you would still have bruised knees and palms in a few hours.

‘Crap.’ Felix cursed as he fished his phone out of his pocket.’

‘What?’

‘Han’s texting me. I forgot we were supposed to meet up today.’ He let out an exasperated sigh as he forced himself to stand up. ‘I need to go.’

‘Dude, you need to plan better!’ Chan laughed out.

‘I know, I know!’

‘Come on, I’ll show you out.’ Chan stood and patted him on the back. Before following after the older man, he turned to you and leaned down to hug you, which you gladly accepted.

‘I had a good time today Felix. I hope the feeling is mutual?’

‘Definitely.’ He replied with no hesitation. ‘I should go, but I’ll text you.’

‘You better!.’

Later that night, you and Chan were cuddling on the sofa in comfortable silence, as you both watched TV.

‘So... What happened to you just watching today?’  Chan looked down at you in surprise, unsure why you were bringing that up again.’

‘I dunno. I guess I just couldn’t help myself. He was a little tense beside you as he stroked your shoulder. ‘Does it bother you? That I joined in today?’ Chan didn’t want to ask, but you bringing it up had caused his confidence to to waver.

‘No not at all!’ Chan breathed a sigh of relief.’ I only asked since you said you were into watching.’ You explained carefully, not wanting to upset or embarrass your boyfriend.

‘Yeah..’ He trailed off nervously. ‘I guess I got caught up in the moment.’ He chuckled. You smiled and sat up, moving to straddle Chan’s lap. He instinctively grabbed onto your hips. You stroked his face lovingly, and leaned down to kiss him.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too baby.’ You smiled and leaned down to kiss him softly.

‘so.’ Chan leaned his forehead against yours. ‘Do you think It’s too soon to schedule another date with Felix?’ You burst out laughing and smacked his chest.

‘You’re a horny mess Christopher!’

[inchidentally]

I don't find you wrong but why did you say Lando is an introvert?

I'm sorry to flop anon but it's been a rough weekend so I can't do my usual digging but Lando's called himself variations of shy/doesn't like to lead conversation/wants other people to talk and others have said how quiet and shy he is when he's around people he doesn't know well - so I think I'm probably drawing the 'introverted' deduction myself more than anything so I might be off on that!

I consider myself an introvert but I'm literally almost always surrounded by people when I'm not working. I need to take time to myself (which is when I'm on tumblr) but otherwise as long as the people I'm with are mostly MY people then I feel comfortable to be loud or weird in a way I never would around strangers.

and idk I feel like when you rly observe Lando he only finds the ability to be loud and wild when he's either around an extrovert (one of the F1 drivers, streamers, etc) or a group of friends. his energy matches people he feels comfortable with yk? whereas when he's around someone he doesn't know or who seems kind of hostile/unkind he gets SUPER withdrawn and he doesn't use any more words than he absolutely needs to.

EDIT: @landoisokay is our MVP and sent me this tweet w a clip of him calling himself an introvert:

and literally I love even more how he expands on this to say that so many ppl think he doesn't have the aggressive mindset to win, esp the old mentality of being "brutal". bc then Andrea steps in as principal and his mantra for Lando and Oscar is to put the team first and never let petty rivalries disrupt their driving or the team's harmony.

and it really resonates w what Mark Webber said about Oscar and misjudging his quiet, non-aggressive racing mindset at first:

“he’s a prost, mate. he’s such a thinker and so calm. at first i thought i needed to inject a bit of urgency in him, but actually no, he’s got his own frequency. that’s just where he is.” - from the beloved Oscar primer by @mecachrome

and it's something I and @twinkodium have talked about a lot, that the things that tore partnerships up so badly was a misguided, inherited toxic mentality that Lando and Oscar have never once represented or shown in their careers. you think of Oscar celebrating on the radio but stopping himself to say how gutted he was for Logan, and Lando keeping so many friends from his karting days despite soundly beating all of them. and how so many people were excited after Monza to think that the rivalry they've been wanting between Lando and Oscar would finally begin - only for them to go karting the next day in a Landolog and soon after ascend to two double podiums.

[mindelectricdemofour]

i'm not in love (ain't that fucked up)

March 11: Unconventional relationships / Trope subversion

Prompts: @mcyt-aro-week // ao3 Link: i'm not in love (ain't that fucked up) // Title: aromantic moodboard - Maxwell Anthony

“Pearl-!” BigB called, (-well, whispered. They were the NOSY neighbours, not the NOISY ones.) As he whispered, Pearl's head poked over the foliage. Brown curls wrapped themselves down the side of her face, framed with a cheeky smile

He tilted his head, a clear ‘get over here.’ Because Skizz and Tango were planning a trap, outloud, and seemed to have forgot who their neighbours were.

Pearl disappeared into the treeline, with BigB continuing to watch. He could see the redstone contraption Tango was building, some kind of remote detonator with TNT minecarts. But Skizz was standing too close, wasn't he?

He didn't even notice the small kiss on the cheek Pearl had given him. He didn't think it was meant to be noticed, not like the flashy ones they displayed to others. Tango was stepping closer, they'd actives the trap-

“Ahaha-!” Pearl's laughter rang out before either of them had noticed their mistake. There was just a fraction of a frame where BigB could see Tango’s wide-eyed face before he crumpled to dust.

“That was hilarious, how did they not notice?” Pearl turned to him. She was beautiful under the bright midday light. Especially when she was grinning at murder.

“I can't believe they didn't.” He nodded, looking back to where the contraption had once been before heading towards their base. Pearl leant towards him again, asking for a kiss. He happily obliged, rough beard meeting printise skin. 

Pearl and him had been in a rough spot for a while as basemates. They both, as it turned out, were really affectionate people, always having to hold hands, or smile at each other. 

But it had led to some people on the server thinking they were dating.

(“You know, good job-” Tango had caught up to both of them one night while he was mining away. “Impulse told me that you guys finally got together and I thought - Good for them and I figured I should come over and tell you congrats… Why are you both staring at me like that?”

Pearl and BigB glanced at each other. Tango was beginning to clue into what was happening. “Please tell me Impulse didn't lie to me.”

BigB was certain Impulse and Pearl were friends enough for her to tell him about her sexuality. He confirmed after that she had. “Uh, that was probably a miscommunication Tango.”

“You two aren't together, are you?”

It wasn't a question. BigB shook his head. “Quite the opposite actually,” Pearl piped up. “Uh, we are both… we don't do that?”

BigB nodded, taking the lead and proceeding to tell Tango what aromanticism was. Tango seemed to get it by the end though.

“Oh.” Was all he said. “Uh- well. Sorry for misjudging I guess. I must have heard Impy wrong.”

“You must have.” Pearl nodded, no real threat in her eyes. Tango proceeded to awkwardly shift back up the mineshaft and the nosy neighbours had a story to laugh to Scott and Martyn about. )

When the rumours had started, the two didn't immediately move to clear it up. It was always a hassle to explain how they didn't date and mostly just got them pity looks and confusion.

So they'd stopped holding hands out in public, stopping any form of real affection and mostly going back to what could only be interpreted as ‘friendly’ interactions.

Both of them hated it.

And it didn't stop the rumours.

(“You two,” Joel had pulled Pearl aside in the early morning, gazing at her with barely any emotion. He looked between her and BigB in the distance, who was trying to cook iron. “Are you a thing yet.”

Pearl laughed it off. Before realising he was serious. “Oh. Uhm, no. We are- I don't do that.”

Joel's face barely changed. “Okay. Let me know if that changes. I've got a bit of a bet going.”

Before she could correct him, (because she was never going to date anyone and he should probably know that,) he ran off. She briefly wondered who he'd made the bet with

Probably Cleo. She knew both Pearl's and BigB’s sexualities. It was just like her to capitalise on something like that.

‘Good for her,’ Pearl thought, before going back to wheat farming.)

Pearl led BigB back home, darting ahead every so often to keep him on his toes - almost like a cat darting in between his legs. “Wanna bully them more in chat?”

“Sure!” BigB stopped, pulling up in chat and typing a quick ‘lol.’ Pearl was typing up a storm however. He could see her fingers darting across the chat hovering in front of her. 

“Slow down Pearlio, we have all day.” When they'd realised that the server was going to mistake their relationship for love anyways, they'd had to sit down and talk.

BigB remembered it like it was yesterday. 

(“Hey.” A private DM from Pearl lit up his chat. BigB stopped mining to look at the time. 

Eleven pm? Oh. Pearl probably wanted him in bed by now. And plus, he couldn't afford to be tired tomorrow. Not with the clock family on their arse. 

He went to write back a quick, ‘I’ll be up soon,’ but was stopped by the next text.

“Meet at the top of the tower?” 

That wasn't good.

BigB left his pickaxe in the cave. Underneath the starlight he could barely make out Pearl's silhouette as he drew closer to home. But he knew she was up there.

“BigB.” His head emerged from the trapdoor. Pearl was resting against the roof, legs splayed out and arms holding her up. “Are we romantic?”

What? “No.” A cold spike of fear went through him. It was the same feeling of dread he'd get when he was asked if he and Pearl were dating. The feeling of doing something wrong, that they were doing this whole relationship wrong.

“Good.” She looked back up to the stars. BigB followed her gaze. “We shouldn't let them convince us that this is. I know that what we have isn't love, and you know it. That should be all that matters.”

She was right. Of course, she was always right and BigB would agree with anything she said but this time she was extra right. “Of course.” Where was she going with this?

Pearl turned to him. He could have sworn her eyes looked even larger under the moonlight. 

She held her hand out. BigB took it.

“We shouldn't care about what people think. I like hugging you, and holding your hand.” She glanced away, expression cold. “It shouldn't be romantic. Who cares if anyone thinks of it that way.”

BigB missed how warm her hands were compared to hers. The feeling of her hand in his… 

He gripped her hand tighter. “I don't think their feelings matter at all.”

Pearl laughed. It was a light thing. “I don't think so either.”)

“I am slowing down, I just-” Pearl sent a whopping three paragraphs of text before smiling up at him. “I just thought that death was unfair. Poor Skizz.”

Pearl's grievances were met with a few ‘lol’s and a single ‘damnnn go off’ by Martyn. 

BigB laughed. “Wow, you are mean.” 

Pearl winked. “Get it from the best.” 

“Me?”

“Of course, who else. You are so sassy and don't even realise it!” 

He opened his mouth to defend himself. Before closing it.

“Yeah, you know you are.”

“I might be. But you are too. That's why we work so good together!” 

Pearl laughed as he picked her off her feet and into a bridal carry. It was something the two did often, but not for long. They were that strong. 

He gave her the biggest kiss on the cheek before setting her down.

“All that so you can kiss me? You cheeky bastard.”

The kissing had come later in the relationship. Once they got over showing affection publicly and the rumours had mostly gone away. 

(Of course, after the first kiss, the rumours had come back up. But neither cared too much. Not like they had before.)

The first kiss was in the heat of the moment, with Jimmy and Grian falling face first into their trap. BigB had turned to Pearl.

He wanted to hug her, he wanted to squeeze her, he wanted to-

He landed the worst and wettest kiss on her cheek. Before stepping back. 

Because that was a boundary he'd definitely crossed. 

“I'm sorry-” he squeaked out. Why did he do that, what was wrong with him-!

Pearl wiped the saliva away. It was gross and off-putting even to him. “I was just about to do the same!”

…Huh?

They'd had another midnight talk about it, where their boundaries were and what was a serious line. BigB confessed he'd never felt the urge to kiss anyone until now. 

“Every time I look at you I feel the urge to kiss you,” Pearl confessed. “Never romantically. But… not just as a friend either. I never did. I never wanted you to take it as a romantic thing, as kissing often is.” She glanced up. “So I never kissed you.”

BigB stared at her. “And if I let you kiss me?”

There was still an air of uncertainty about the whole thing. Kissing was something inherently seen as romantic. But beneath the moonlight, as BigB and Pearl shared their second kiss on the cheek, it was anything but.)

“Let's bully them a bit more back home!” She was almost skipping back, BigB right on her toes. 

“Well, I think after that you've done enough.”

She laughed. “Oh I'm just getting started.”