#but like if it wasn’t clear my mh right now is rock bottom i don’t feel articulate

[janiedean]

bro honestly i had to say it.... referring to the israeli occupation of palestine as israel/palestine DISCOURSE is very... improper. from a political, historical and maybe even humanitarian standpoint. you're not obligated to, but i suggest you read something from pappè/khalidi/said/kadman <3 it's important in this day and age to be educated on this matter

anon thank you for the recs which I will check out because I’m interested in reading on the topic in general (I read said in university btw I’m not completely out of touch) but like…. I wasn’t talking about THAT ^^’

the post in question was about the whole k*ndrick vs dr*ke debate and I will absolutely call it discourse when it’s 6k notes of people arguing in a circle while not giving a single source for us foreigners who are not familiar with the topic not being us american or not into rap music, i never heard a song from either bc it’s not on my radar and i’d appreciate a source which isn’t saying if you aren’t familiar with that music scene you have a bias (like i don’t listen to rap music bc 99% of rappers sing fast and I’m esl and I can’t follow it, I do listen to some italian rap so…..:…)

and for that matter i spotted the terf bc she said she was allowed in disliking the whole genre bc misogyny so like… next time ask first what it was about if you’re concerned about it instead of presuming? like sorry swear this isnt meant to be passive aggressive but i wouldn’t refer to the the isra*l/p*lestine question as discourse at any point bc i think it’s the most complicated sociopolitical situation in existence atm which requires more nuance and knowledge to discuss on main than I ever have had or will ever, and I don’t think people getting killed nonsensically at that level is discourse nor I ever did, so again thanks for the recs and I’ll see to check them out but like I wasn’t talking abt it in the first place

[aliennopossumm]

Like Real People Do

Happy 11 months, @andromedaspace ! I love you more than words can describe

Pairing: currently platonic Analogical, future romantic Analogical

Warnings: some cursing, cult joke, one line mentions bullying, “nerd” used affectionately, some of Vee’s teasing makes Logan upset but xe comforts them, brief blood mention, anxiety

Characters: Logan Sanders, Virgil Berry

Character notes: autistic nonbinary Logan [they/them], autistic trans Virgil [xe/xem]

Fic summary: As they usually do, Logan adventure’s into the forest. But when they explore somewhere they haven’t been before, they meet somebody new

1,795 words 10,235 characters

Logan, despite how well they behaved academically, was never one for following orders. Whether it was pirating a video game, or staying up until 2am on a school night, they didn't mind bending a few rules. More often than not, as well, they weren't caught. Their rule breaking wasn't confined to their own apartment either, occasionally exploring the forest by their highschool, staying out ten minutes to several hours too late. No matter what weather or time, they loved to walk through the trees that towered over their, now seemingly small, self. Nature was so fascinating to them. Books about plants and animals were scattered in their room, as well as writing in a journal about their favourite parts of the world.

They brought along the book on this particular day, tucked away safely in their messenger bag, along with pens, coloured pencils and other essentials. Wind barreled through the trees and their hair, making Logan subconsciously pull their hoodie closer to their skin. It was surprisingly cold for an average windy day, possibly too cold. Logan mentally pinned it down on being close to water, taking a seat next to a large, moss-covered rock. Whilst humming along to the sound of the birds, they started to remove their journal and stationary from their bag to comment on the plants around them. They opened the book to about three-quarters through, jotting the date down on a clean page. It was starting to become difficult to find new information, laying the book open on the dirt in front of them. A small, but happy, sigh escaped their mouth, turning to the rock behind them and starting to inspect the moss, their pen balanced in their mouth.

Hardly any sound surrounded them now, only quiet chirps and now softer wind being heard. Logan looked back behind them, where-

"Oh..?" Logan breathed, now slightly concerned at the lack of their book. It wasn't as if the wind blew it away, the pencils were much lighter than the journal, and yet they were in the exact same place. Attempting to not panic, they looked to the lake first, then to the tree's, before finally looking up.

"Looking for this?" Logan gasped shakily, finding their book in the hands of a stranger.

"Give- give it back!" It became embarrassingly obvious Logan had never been in a situation even slightly similar to this one.

The stranger, dressed in dark, just laughed softly, "what even is this-" they shut the book, the only thing on the cover being a name and a small yellow, white, purple and black flag, "Logan?"

"It's a journal, now give it back!" Despite their tone attempting to be intimidating, Logan still sat on their knees, seemingly shaking. "Who... who even are you!?"

"Well, I know your name, so it's only fair if you know mine," they jumped down from where they perched on a tree branch, starting to walk over, "it's Virgil. Don't laugh."

"Why would I... I laugh?" Logan's voice was now unmasking their anxiety, watching as Virgil moved closer. Along with their dark black clothes, the way they walked only made them look more bat-like.

Virgil shrugged, crouching in front of them, "people can be rude. You're alone in a forest, you probably know that well enough." They squinted their eyes slightly at the anxious person, "but you don't look like an outcast."

"Look closer at the cover," they mumbled, biting their lip slightly. Logan turned their head away, but kept their eyes focussed on the odd stranger. Virgil did as prompted.

"It just says Logan Sanders? That isn't a weird name," it slightly surprised Logan that a nice comment escaped their lips.

They took the journal from Virgil, poking at the flag, "Nonbinary."

"Ah."

"Yeah," they started to pack away their stuff, "just call me a name. I'm leaving. This is obviously your turf."

Virgil gently grabbed their wrist, "no. I didn't mean it like that, I'm just dumb and-" they sighed, unzipping the black and purple patched hoodie with their free hand and pulling one side back to reveal a trans patch on their chest. "Xe/xem. My dumbass just didn't process the flag."

What felt like a boulder of anxiousness was lifted off their chest - this was somebody in their community. Of course, that doesn't make xem an inherently good person, but it helped Logan feel safer.

"That's valid. They/them," Logan anxiously held out their hand. Is this how people introduce each other?

Xe looked at the awkward hand, "are you sure you're not a part of a forest cult and this is a blood pact?"

As if Logan was literally invited to said imagery cult, they let out an almost anxious gasp. Virgil's teasing smirk started to fade, "I'm kidding, L. You just don't know how to socialise." Xe gently shook their hand.

"That's- well-" Logan tried to gather words to defend themselves before just sighing, "yeah, you're correct. I don't."

Yet again, the forest fell silent, bar the sound of the wind. By this point, Virgil let go of their arm and hand, moving back by a foot or two. Logan took this as a sign to silently unpack their bag yet again, gently laying their beloved possessions back onto the dirt. Xe glanced at the bag. "Got anything else in there?"

Logan couldn't help but interpret this as a taunt, lowering their head to focus on finding today's page in their journal, "just general stuff." They didn't look back up, still sorting through the papers, until they felt a gentle hand on their shoulder. Even a gesture as simple as that made their soul melt in the best way possible, making them crack the first smile Virgil saw of them.

"Hey, L, I was being genuine. What do you have in there?" Xe smiled back, showing sharp teeth.

Trying to not focus on how attractive that was, they nodded and pulled the bag between the two of them. Virgil let go of them, sitting opposite Logan.

"You probably now think whatever's in here would be amazing, but it's really not," Logan frowned a little at the thought of letting their new possible friend down, opening the bag wider so they could both gaze in. "It's really just essentials other than what's already out - food, water, cellphone, nature books. There's some small scissors in one of the closed pockets in case I need a sample for something. I rarely test on plants, and never on animals, but sometimes it can be pleasant to just own a part of nature." They froze up slightly once the ramble escaped their mouth, "Oh- I'm sorry for speaking so much, Virgil."

The taller one just smiled, "no, no, don't apologise. I like hearing about all your nerd ramblings, it's sorta... sweet, how much you care."

They nodded, a small smile cracking onto their face again. "Thank you. Do you uh- do you have anything in your..."

"I don't have a bag, if that is what you're asking," xe chuckled a little, inspecting the book labeled 'Common Berries and Mushrooms', "most of my stuff is kept in the jacket. Same stuff as you, mostly. Just replace books with crystals and your journal with headphones."

Logan didn't know whether to question xem about the crystals or what kind of mystical jacket could contain all those things, resulting in them blurting out the gibberish of "how crystal fit."

Xe chuckled at them, "you're adorable, L. The jacket was modified to fit more shit, deeper pockets and that. And I work with crystals, if that's what you were trying to ask." They nodded in understanding, breathing out what sounded like 'fascinating'. "So, what brings you to the forest?"

Trying to gather themselves again, Logan cleared their throat and starting to flick through one of their several books, "I find nature amazing. How a single bug could run the entire forest... it truly is beautiful. I like coming down to the forest, usually after school or dinner, and just walk around, commenting on everything I see - new or known. I love learning. I hadn't been to this part of the forest before, I tend to turn right when entering, but this time I chose the left path."

Nodding along, Virgil listened intently to another one of their infodumps, which ended in xem learning new information about the forest as well. Xe couldn't even blame Logan for finding the forest interesting once xe heard it from their perspective. In all honesty, it made xem want to learn more so they can have genuine conversations about it, as right now it was similar to Logan literally talking to a plant. The ramble continued for almost twenty more minutes, Virgil warming up to asking questions and even making a few notes in xyr phone about this all. It slowly started to form into a proper conversation, eventually leading Logan to politely question the crystals xe carried, which in turn led them to dedicating an entire page to the rocks.

By the time both had worn themselves out with talking, Virgil smiled at the orange and purple sky, "I think it's getting quite late... do you need help packing your things up?" In the time they were infodumping, they also shared a picnic of sorts, leaving a lot more mess than Logan usually had at the end of their forest sessions.

"No, I'm alright..." They smiled, starting to gently stack the large informative books at the bottom of the bag, so they would not crush anything else. "Thank you for this, Virgil, it was nice to talk to somebody."

"Virge."

"Mh?" Logan looked up, Virgil appearing half-blurred as their glasses had slightly fallen down.

Xe chuckled, pushing the glasses up for them with what seemed like a fountain pen, "call me Virge, it's what my friends call me."

Blushing at the gesture, Logan went back to packing their bag, "we're friends?"

"Of course, I don't sit in the forest for hours with strangers," Virgil smiled warmly, the sound of pen scratching being heard as the rest of the forest seemingly fell into quiet. The sound stopped, "well, I better get going back to my dads. I'll see you around, nerd."

As Logan looked back up, xe was already in the tree's. They chuckled softly, "bye Virgil- Virge." After a few more minutes of rearranging their items, the bag was now almost fully packed. Logan took their journal from the ground, about to close it but noticing some new writing. It was in bright purple pen and scruffy handwriting, standing out amongst the neat, black text on the rest of the page.

"Call me - +1-541-555-0130"

They smiled gently, shutting the book and placing it at the top of their bag. Maybe they should.

[alienoresimagines]

'Cause You're A Sky Full Of Stars (I'm Gonna Give You My Heart) | Lew "Chuckler" Juergens x Gender Neutral! Reader

A/N : This is for Jace (@speirs-sexy-ass) who is turning 18 today!! Happy birthday girl!💕 Own the day and enjoy your first (or not) drink😂👍🏻 You're one of the person I respect and admire the most, no matter what you say and you're SO funny. I love talking to you🥰 And I'm waiting for a report of Haikyuu!!! when you'll get around continue to watch it💙 All the love to you, Jace, have the best of days and make plenty of good memories❤ As Avicii said, live a life you can remember!😚

Also probably no one cares but just when I was writing the last sentence of this, "A Sky Full Of Stars" by Coldplay (who obviously inspired the title) came up while my whole playlist was on shuffle and I did nothing for this to happen so it just made me smile😊

Taglist : @murphyism @mavysnavy @speirs-sexy-ass @order-of-river-phoenix @inglourious-imagines @liebegott @tvserie-s-world

Posted : 14/08/2020

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"Lew, we can't just sneak on the roof of some strangers' apartments!" You whispered urgently, waving your hands around for emphasis of your words. Watery blue eyes stared at you and you felt your resolution weakening as warm and calloused hand covered yours and tugged them lightly towards him like a child who just saw his dream toy in a shop.

"C'mon [Y/N], it'll be fun! Besides, today's a special day, isn't it?" Right. And who could resist your boyfriend's puppy eyes? Definitely not you. However, you couldn't resist teasing him a little and started looking around you, frowning slightly as if you were in deep reflection.

The both of you were in a lost corner of Melbourne, -how Lew found it, you didn't dare to ask- in front of an outside steel staircase you knew brought to the roof. The only light was coming from a floor lamp nearby and the white and cold light of the moon, and the only sounds were the ones you were making and a crowded bar a few blocks away.

Lew's thumb stroked your hand gently and you couldn't think about anything other than that. These hands that have held a gun so tightly, pulled a trigger to kill, were touching you with such tenderness and love, as if you were the most precious thing in the world. Your throat felt dry and your stomach was in knots only Lew could make you feel, all noises had been drowned by the buzzing in your head as you realized just how much you loved him. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you smiled and nodded, watching as Lew's own smile broadened, almost blinding you.

"Okay, Lew, let's do it. But if someone comes up and bear our asses, the blame's on you." You finally said with a grin.

"You won't regret it, sweetheart, I promise." Your boyfriend swore as he had already started to climb the stairs, his hand never letting yours go, and the bag he was carrying on his bag jolting a little with every step he was making.

Every few seconds, he looked back down at you, clear eyes shining with love and his smile in full display. He could win over the world with this smile., you shamelessly found yourself thinking. It was crazy to think that just a few weeks ago, you all were on a god forsaken island, fighting for your lives and now you were running up steel stairs, feeling like a teenager with your first crush.

"We're there." Lew announced at the same time wind rose. The breeze caressed your face softly in a relaxing way and you couldn't help but to close your eyes to focus on that unique feeling. On your right side, you could ear Lew shuffling with what contained his bag, the ruffle of a fabric being undone and what seemed to be something made of glass given the sound it made when Lew's bracelet touched it. You furrowed your brows, but trusting Lew more than enough to choose to keep your eyes closed.

You let out a breath, and the screeching of shoes against the dusty ground and pieces of stones warned you before a pair of arm sneaked around your waist, bringing you closer until your back was pressed against Lew's clothed chest. Your eyes now open, you stared in awe at the view. From your standing position, you could see beyond the low wall, and the few lights of the city had their reflect on the ocean's water, the moon shining over you.

"No roof has a better view here."

"Did you climb on every Melbourne's roof just to see what view they could offer?" You snickered as he fully laughed behind you.

"I'm not crazy enough to do it, sweetheart, though you'd deserve it." You raised an eyebrow but you weren't sure if he saw it so you nudged his side.

"C'mon big guy, don't leave me hanging there." You protested, deliberately not mentioning his last words.

"I hired Runner and Hoos." Lew shrugged nonchalantly as if making Hoosier get out of bed to walk up hundreds of stairs was an easy thing to do. Then you remembered your boyfriend's puppy eyes, to which you had fallen victim again, only minutes ago. Puppy eyes were a mortal weapon. It should be forbidden., you decided.

"Should we go sit?" You asked after a moment of quiet and felt him nod then kiss the side of your head before taking your hand in his and walking to the blanket he placed in the middle of the roof.

You sat down next to him, wincing a little bit as rocks sank onto your bottom and thighs, and after some shifting around for a moment, you finally settled for crossing your legs at your ankles. Army blankets were thin after all, you learned as everyone else while shivering in the cold of the night. Though as of right now, you were surrounded by warmth, your body and Lew's pressed together from shoulders to foot, your intertwined fingers resting on your lap.

"I brought this." His deep voice broke the silence as he took from grey bag a familiar glass bottle, soon enough wiggling it so close to your face you couldn't read the tag.

"You want to know what it is, right? You want to known don't ya, sweetheart?" His smug face suddenly appeared in front of you, blocking the moon for a second, just the time to steal a quick peck on your lips then going back to his previous position, bottle no longer in his hand but now on your lap. You took it with care, feeling the cold glass on your fingers, passing your thumb on the tag and bit your lower lip to refrain from smiling too wide upon reading the year.

"Really, Lew? The year of my birth?" Your tone would have sounded sarcastic to everyone but the two of you. Maybe that's why you loved him so much. He could read through every jokes, every sarcastic remarks and roll of the eyes, knowing exactly how you felt in the depths of your heart. You didn't take away your eyes from the bottle but you saw him shrug from the corner of your eye.

"Oh? Ahh lucky! I didn't even notice!" Snorting, you chose not to say anything. You knew what he was doing, brushing it off like that. For people back home, a bottle wine with a wanted year was easy and definitely wasn't considered fancy. But for you, for anyone in the army, in deployment even if it didn't feel like it, it was as precious as if Lew just handed you the Moon.

"How? How much did it cost you?" You whispered in awe, finally looking at him with diamonds in your eyes.

"It's a gift, sweetie, I'm ain't gonna tell you." He smiled again, and you only sighed, expecting this answer anyway.

"Thank you." You kissed his cheek quickly but the broadening of his smile told you he understood your feelings.

"Then are we going to drink or not?" He joked, distracting you from your embarrassment, and oh how much you loved him.

"Of course we are!" You exclaimed, as he chuckled and gave you a knife to open your well deserved gift.

When the cap popped out with a satisfying sound, you licked your lips but offered it to your boyfriend first, who shook his head with a smile, eyes amused. What a gentleman., you silently huffed before raising the bottle into the air :

"Cheers." You took the first sip of the red liquid, feeling it going down your throat and into your stomach, closing your eyes again. It was delicious, you had to admit it, a little aftertaste you couldn't quite describe nor place but it wasn't unpleasing. Lew took the wine bottle you gave him as you wiped your mouth with a hand and stared at the midnight sky.

"Happy birthday to you." He wished you before drinking himself. If your lips weren't already stretched from smiling, you were sure you'd have smiled wider but alas, human corpses had their limits so you simply reached out and squeezed his hand, letting him intertwine your fingers again.

"I know we're in a big city but I wouldn't have minded one or two stars. It's dull without them, empty." You mused quietly, making Lew look at you, head leaned to a side then his gaze turned to the infinite deep blue.

"Mh, I guess it is. I don't need a star lit night when I'm with you, though."

"Huh?" You looked at him; not quite understanding what he meant by that.

"I saw you up there." That was his only answer but the distant look in his clear eyes made you think he wanted to say much more. He just seemed so serious, his smile having faded away.

"In the sky? I'd like to put into the light that I'm not dead yet if you don't mind." You laughed, the urge to try and bring his smile back where it belonged stronger than the one screaming to lower your head.

"Don't be silly." He huffed a laugh though you realized he seemed to avoid your gaze, focusing on the full moon instead. "Back on the island. Had you ever watched the sky back there? Beautiful landscapes, really. And I just saw you, between two stars, shining brighter than any others." His eyes finally met yours and your will to disappear into the ground vanished as you choked on your own words. How Lew could say such things without second thought other than the one to show you his love, you had no idea. You embraced it however, as you loved and welcomed every part of him like he did for you.

"Next time you're going to say something as cheesy, send me a warning first please." You croaked out with a shaky voice, overwhelmed by so many different feelings. Shock, confusion, uncertainty, surprise. Fondness, devotion, love, adoration. A light squeeze of your hand made you turn your head to look at your boyfriend, who was impossibly close to your own face. His wide smile, his clear eyes that could make everyone do as he wishes, his scent. Him, and you was yours like you were his.

The tips of his fingers strokes your cheek in such a tender way it made you shiver, and then he kissed you. It definitely wasn't the first time you kissed, but you always felt like the first time. The feeling hadn't changed for a bit, and it was like forever. As if each kiss was infinity.

When you pulled away just enough to breathe but still in each other's space, you both had stupidly big smiles on your face but none of you seemed to care.

"You're my star." Lew's words hung in the small space between your lips, twirled around your heart like a promise.

"Where was my warning?" Your lips met again in a valse, to the rhythm of the words still sealed in your heart and it was the only answer you needed.

[thethousandyearwitch]

Guilt Edged Frame

“Dreams don’t mean anything, Hidan, they are just your tiny brain trying to process what you did the previous day.” Of course, he would dream that night. Hidans idiocy must really be contagious.

--Short exploration of what kind of Nightmares might be haunting Kakuzu--

~The Kakuzu Angst fic of your dreams~ ,  1465 Words, Single Chapter, Angst / No Comfort

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“’Kuzu, I had a really weird dream, listen to this-“Hidans voice distracted Kakuzu briefly from wincing at the terrible quality of their complementary coffee that the Inn offered, though he only replied with a low grumble at the back of his throat.

“So, I was at the beach, and for some reason I started walking into the water, which, like, I don’t even fucking like swimming.”

“Mh.” He thought about anything else he could do instead of humouring his partners need for conversation.

“But get this: Instead of like, swimming, I just continued walking along the bottom of the ocean, as if there wasn’t even any water. And the deeper I went, the more I started seeing corpses tied to big rocks and concrete slabs.” Kakuzu idly tried to recall if he had ever seen that kind of disposal. It would certainly shut Hidan up for a while. But alas, he had neither rope, nor large rock, nor a deep enough body of water, and the shorter man continued. “It was super gross, some of them were like getting nibbled on by fishes, and they were all bloated. And when I tried to touch one of them, suddenly all of their eyes and necks snapped in my direction with a loud CRACK-“ As he banged on the table to emphasize, the few other patrons of the Inn turned with a startle.

The older one of the pair pushed his chair back, hissed a quick “We’re leaving.” before discarding his cup, headed for the exit. They had a good amount of distance to clear today, and he doubted that they could continue sitting there in peace now that Hidan drew increasing attention with his rambling. The morning sun greedily sunk into the exposed parts of Kakuzus face, and he allowed himself a brief moment to close his eyes and take the warmth in. Something about the sounds and smells of this village carried a familiar feeling with it. Children playing games that been passed on from generation to generation, giggling with ecstasy. A nearby shop selling local spices, a particular one that Kakuzu couldn’t quite place, sweet and yet with a spicy punch-

The moment of peace was over as a flat palm patted against his shoulder. “Are you falling asleep standing up, old man?”

“I was pondering if its worth a try to dispose of you via stone slab in a lake.” They fell into a comfortable walking pace next to each other, headed for the thickening forest to the south.

“You don’t think those could have been other jashinists, do you? Doomed to become the fish-equivalent of a saltlick.”

The pair passed a group of four young women huddled together on a bench, eyeing Hidan and whispering amongst each other. The younger man winked at them with his signature shit-eating grin, and the group broke out into a mixture of giggles and ‘No way~’s. Kakuzu rolled his eyes so hard that for a second he was sure they’d snap back into his skull entirely.

“When I was a kid, there were always some girls who claimed they could analyse your dreams. Same bitches who’d ask about your star sign and blood type before laughing and saying shit like ‘Oh I totally knew it, that’s such an Aries thing~’” Hidan flapped his hand around in crude mockery of any teenage girl ever. Kakuzu couldn’t repress a dark chuckle forcing itself through his vocal cords. Some things never change, including some peoples craving to have special psychic abilities. “Maybe I should have stopped to ask them what my dream last night meant.”

“Dreams don’t mean anything, Hidan, they are just your tiny brain trying to process what you did the previous day.”

“Don’t be such a pretentious cunt! I’m sure you dream of diving into a pool of money every night.” Particularly proud of that one, he flashed a self-satisfied grin at his partner.

And Kakuzu left it at that, willing to let Hidan uphold that childish belief if it meant he’d finally shut up.

He’d been alive for too long now to be occupied with something as meaningless as his brains idle thought processing. Most his nights were a dreamless unconsciousness that could occasionally be considered ‘resting’, and he preferred it this way. No distractions, no unnecessary ‘dream analysis’, just a cold dark embrace.

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Of course, he would dream that night. Hidans idiocy must really be contagious.

Kakuzu was back home in Takigakure, on a beautiful sunny morning. He could smell the fish market not far from where he stood, and the natural high moisture in the air felt refreshing. His skin was still intact, only minor scarring here and there, childhood memories that are meant to mark you, meant to remind you of an innocent time. There was no cracking of bones or resistance of hardened skin when he moved, careful steps through the alleys he grew up in.

Passing a window, Kakuzu glanced at his reflection. Youthful eyes, and dark brown hair that was starting to brush over his shoulders. His fingers run gently over his cheeks to the corners of his mouth, as if something were missing, but he couldn’t quite place what.  

A group of children, 10 years old at the most, run past him with excited shouts and laughs. If he were to concentrate, maybe he could recall their names lingering at the tip of his tongue.

The young boy wants to follow them, as if he knew what got them excited, but he stumbles and falls and his hands burry themselves in the wet mud – The sun was just shining, why is there suddenly hard rain beating down on him? Fresh tattoos on his arm sting under contact with the rain, and he knows where he got them, suddenly remembers solitary and imprisonment and the older man who wielded the unsanitary make-shift tattoo equipment.

Lightning flashes and Kakuzu doesn’t need to look to know that blood and mud are mixing on his arms. His wet hair, now easily reaching the bottom of his shoulder blades in length, clings uncomfortably to his skin. He feels like he’s boiling alive, can feel sutures manifesting where they didn’t exist before, a phantom needle pricking along his arms and chest. It’s not mending broken skin, not trying to close festering wounds. It’s opening gateways for the bubbling heat under his skin.

Another lighting flash. His right fist is no longer buried in mud. Instead, it holds a steady grasp around a still beating heart, warm, intact, alive. He’s still at home in Takigakure but he knows it rejects him. The owner of the beating heart is a village elder who the man used to look up to, but now he’s looking down at the choking form, his last words for Kakuzus ears only, curses and banishment.

But the old man doesn’t die. His airways are flooded with his own blood, but he grabs Kakuzus neck with a strength he somehow knows he can’t overpower. He’s flipped into the mud, fist still clenched around the others beating heart, but it won’t yield. Despite the loud rain, and his own heart beating like a drum in his ears, he can hear the old mans voice crystal clear.

“Hashirama Senju should have killed you.”

His fingers grow numb.

“You could have died a hero’s death. You would have died for the village, fought till the end.”

The pressure on his windpipe increases, and his vision blurs.

“But you returned a failure. A disgusting nobody.”

His arms drop to his sides, cold and numb.

“Forever.”

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Kakuzu startled awake with a gasp. His hair stuck to his forehead with cold sweat as he sat up, hands ghosting over where he had just been choked. It took a couple of deep breaths before he had regained his orientation. Rundown Inn in a Village of maybe a hundred people if he was being generous, he is a member of the Akatsuki, he’s lying in the hardest bed he has ever slept in, and Hidan is on the couch-

Hidan was on the couch, staring directly at him, eyes blown wide as if he had just witnessed the coming of whatever that ridiculous god he believed in was.

Their eye contact was long, uncomfortable, and made Kakuzus twitching fingers increasingly long to tear the other man to shreds. His partner gave him a slow nod with a questionable look, which he returned wordlessly, before he laid back down, turned away.

He didn’t get another second of sleep that night, opting instead to bite the inside of his cheek raw and thinking about various ways to silence Hidan if he dared to speak a word about what he may have seen. Maybe investing in rope wasn’t such a foolish idea.

[revengeisalwaysanoption]

FIC: Diglielo veramente

Despite the title, which comes from Lucio Dalla’s “Canzone” this fic is in English. Written for Martino’s birthday and featuring what I believe to be the true present Niccolò made for him.

A sweater. A fucking sweater. A tight-fitting, flimsy, piece of… fabric, that doesn't even look that bad on him - it surely makes his shoulders seem wider - but… it's just not his style, you know?

Sure you do. And so should Niccolò, after a year and a half they have spent together. 

He bets that he would have known what to buy Luai.

'Come on, don't go there.' Martino tells himself, while he picks on the sweater and stares at Nico. Who'd like to keep the party a secret - hence walking back to the car to call Gio - but hasn't taken Luchino into consideration. 'Yes, that's it. Focus on the party, instead. That's very sweet of him, don't you think? It's neither a grand gesture nor an especially creative way to celebrate you… but… Cut him some slack, Martino. You know he's ridiculously busy with Uni. Still terrified you might walk out again, the next time he screws up. Can you really blame him for not having the time and not being in the right frame of mind to come up with something unique?'

He can't, but he kind of does? And that's why he ends up making such a request as if he can really demand complete transparency between them from now on. As if his trust in Nico can truly be rebuilt on giving him third-degrees every time he's out with someone who isn't Marti.

He truly appreciates Nico's commitment to it, though. He doesn't shy away from giving him answers that he knows Martino won't like. Or that will ruin his carefully planned surprise.

He's still feeling kind of let down, however? And he does wish he wasn't an open book to Niccolò, because his own disappointment is getting to Nico as well… and the last thing he wants on his birthday is for his boyfriend to be sad? As though he had failed him, over something so trivial?

He's spent hours trying to fully enjoy his wonderful beach date with Nico, but he hasn't been able to. And not just because of that damned fisherman.

"Marti?" Niccolò snaps him out of it, as they drive away. "Can you put some music on, please?"

"You know these weird appendices I've got at the bottom of my arms, Ni? They're called hands. You've got two as well, so use them." Martino huffs, teasing, as he waits to be told which one he is supposed to pick.

"First of all: should I remind you that you are the one who doesn't like it when I'm driving and fiddling with the car stereo?"

True. He'd rather have Niccolò looking at the road, instead of rummaging a box to find that particular mixtape he had made… Couldn't he buy a regular phone, and have it on Spotify, instead?

"Secondly, I believe I've shown you how well I can use my hands plenty of times, haven't I?" He squeezes Marti’s thigh at that, running his fingers way too close to his crotch.

"Maybe you need to jog my memory a bit?" Marti asks, grinning and dragging Niccolò’s hand right where he wants it the most.

"Mhh… A tempting offer, but no.” Much to Martino’s disappointment, Nico breaks free of his hold and puts his hand back on the wheel. “We can't be late, not after I begged everyone to show up as early as they possibly could. You're gonna have to wait…"

"Mh, all right." He is so not pouting, no sir. Not at all.

"Oh, come on,” Niccolò adds, in a gentler tone. “It'll be worth it. And you'll get the exclusive on the newest addition to our drawer… "

Huh? So the sweater isn't the only present he is going to get from him, today? He wonders what it could be… and how he is going to use it on Nico.

Okay, not the wisest idea to think about that, when he's trying to keep his libido at bay… and he can't remember why exactly?

'Because you're never gonna hear the end of it, both from the boys and the girls, if you two get home needing a shower and a change of clothes.'

Right. Okay, then. Let's hear what Nico is in the mood for, during their journey back home. Knowing him, it can anything ranging from old school rock to dubstep. He's quite curious to find out what it will be, this time.

It's placed… Inside a handmade music box, painted in blue and red? 

It opens to, a melancholic - nonetheless soothing - melody. Nothing that Martino has ever heard before, so it must be either something really obscure or a song that Niccolò wrote for him. While they were apart, judging from the vibes it gives off.

“Cool, right? Can you believe I found how to make a music box on WikiHow? Internet is not just for porn, after all.” Nico keeps on talking since Marti has been left speechless. How many sleepless nights did it take, for him to make this? “Now, I don’t know if you’re too young to remember how to use a cassette deck, but you’ve got to insert that tape… Staring at it won’t-”

“Shut up.” He finally manages to say, slapping Nico’s nape. They both smile at his feigned yelp: he didn’t even hit him that hard. 

"I know, the audio quality isn't the best but I haven't given Miché - who is indeed the guy from Foggia, before you ask - enough to find some proper recording equipment… They will sound better live, I promise."

There’s the tune from the music box but played on a piano, at first. Followed by a silly ukulele ballad… and yeah, it sure is the same one Nico attempted to play for him back in October 2018. 

In true Niccolò Fares’ fashion, the mixtape itself is filled with the cheesiest songs he could find. Songs that make Martino groan, but that he can’t help but sing along to. And then… Then the mood abruptly changes, with the last three songs. All the silliness is gone, and each of those lyrics goes straight to his heart.

‘Perché non è facile... Forse nemmeno utile… Certe cose chiare dentro, poi non escono. Restano, restano.’

‘Le incomprensioni sono così strane, sarebbe meglio evitarle sempre, per non rischiare di aver ragione… Che la ragione non sempre serve.’

’Stammi più vicino ora che ho paura, perché in questa fretta tutto si consuma… Mai, non ti vorrei veder cambiare mai.’

“Stop the car. Now.” He says, turning off the radio. He can’t wait another minute to make it crystal clear to Niccolò that there is nothing left to forgive. That he regretted walking out on him the minute he did it, and that it’s never gonna happen again. 

Perhaps he hasn’t been straightforward enough, under the bed. They always tend to get a little sidetracked, on their reunions, after all. He’s not that good with words, though. So… A bone-crushing hug will do, for now?

And maybe later he can do better, be a lot more convincing. It’s what they both deserve, don’t they? *************************** A/N: I will include the links for the lyrics’ translations on AO3. Not here otherwise the post doesn’t show up in the tags.

[marlahey]

@rochey1010​ going back and forth in long-winded replies seems like unnecessary effort for both of us so I hope you don’t mind another text post as I fully articulate my thoughts. as I’ve said before, you’re obviously entitled to your own opinions, but you’ve now seemed to make a lot of assumptions about me a fan/viewer/general consumer of media that I feel like I should clear up. you’ve also made some further claims about the show I’d like to pick up for discussion. If you want to speak further please feel free to respond but of course don’t feel obligated. This’ll be the last public post/reply I make and we can go back to ignoring each other in the tags!

Well i love Eliott/Lola's friendship and i have an upcoming post on that as i said in other posts. I love lola too but i'm sorry i didn't just start watching this show because lola was invented and there's a w/w love story. I've been here for seasons and carried over from OG. I have investment in eliott for personal reasons (mental health) and elu because duh. Their stories have been long running too as i said. And you don't have to be a main to set up a plot/arc. The things between them have been set up since S3 with minute par minute talk, S4 and Idriss, S5 and the cheating perspective, and now S6 and Lola friendship. That is intentional. Do you think it's a coincidence that Lucas talked about pansexuality and eliott having more choice in S5 and suddenly Eliott has a friendship with a girl. That lucas abandonment issues haven't been resolved and are now coming to the forefront because of this friendship? That max has stated that Eliott feels he can save someone from a darkness he himself went through, that eliott himself was sorta saved from the shadows by Lucas. That neils/david specifically stated that this character can help someone even though he has bipolar disorder. That with Eliott's arc there is a focus on his SKAM. That we now have new info about it serving the season. If you understand writing. These things aren't put there for fun. They are there to imply/hint/foreshadow events actions to come. That there is a character now on the show with Lola basically female eliott. Do you think these are all coincidences. This plot we are seeing has slowly been set up not just since S3 but actually heavily developed starting in S5. And that if you now go back and watch S5 you see our main players being set up for this plot e.g  dasille relationship, daphne's ED, Eliott and his individuality, Elu trust/insecurity issues, Eliott's art and it tying into seasonal themes, Lola herself and her outlier persona etc. I don't know whether you are but there are many fans have migrated over from espana just for this season. But you have to understand there is a long term fanbase here that love Eliott, are invested in him and have been waiting for more of his insight. We are now getting that and we will talk about him. He's a hugely popular character as is Lucas and their love. I love both and i will talk about both. Sometimes i won't talk much About lola and talk more about eliott, sometimes i'll connect them and discuss their relationship, sometimes i'll make a post about just about lola, daphne, tiff, benny, movie references as i have. But this is my blog and i'll post what i want to post. You don't have to read any of this stuff. The tag is a big place, just scroll by. As for the theories- just theories. And in my theories i believe these characters are going to make mistakes, fail and grow e.g. lola self Destructing again but being her own hero by the end, eliott and lola being dragged down like lucas said but showing the strength of their friendship by the end, lucas being proven right but also proven wrong by the end. Like i said specific dialogue now being used is not just there to fill the script e.g. "and i have lucas. I can't lose this" "i think one of you may bring the other down" and eliott is heading for a rock bottom as is lola. Again just my thoughts. 👍

While I find it odd that you seem to be gatekeeping the skam france fan community, to be clear I have seen the entirety of three iterations: og, france, and austin. I believe I started OG during s2 or 3, and have seen Fr and Aus from the beginning. I’m not as interested in other versions as I’m very familiar with the plots/characters by now. I’m partial to france as a bilingual canadian as it’s nice to exercise that part of my brain; I’ve also studied/lived there briefly and have some very close friends from france so that amplifies my enjoyment. I’m also bisexual, so I also find this ‘only here for lola + w/w’ when you yourself admit to being emotionally invested in the show’s most dominant queer ship dichotomy very awkward.  to be honest, I think many skam’s fandoms tend to fixate on the esak ship and their season. friends have seen other iterations and confirmed this for me. it happened with elu as expected so I was really unsurprised when maya was introduced and fandom immediately put a lot of their investment into shipping two characters of the same gender. nearly every fandom in general does this: teen wolf, glee, supernatural to name a few – even harry potter. I’m not really a fan of the romantic subplot in lola’s season. she is not elliot 2.0 for so many reasons; she’s her own person and she doesn’t need a romantic partner to be a compelling character with a compelling story. that being said, I liked elu’s season. I particularly love maxence’s elliot; he’s my favourite even. I was thrilled to see him onscreen however briefly after S3 every time he appeared. now he’s finally his own person outside of his relationship with lucas and I couldn’t be more pleased to see that.  I’m not sure how idriss and elliot reconnecting after the attempted kiss falling out plays into lucas’ insecurity or their relationship. it’s perhaps a reminder of his bipolar disorder or the fact that he clearly had friends/relationships before lucas, but I’m not sure how it’s relevant to the season at hand. the biphobia discussion with arthur preceeding lola’s introduction as the new main is not proof that lucas’ supposed abandonment issues are founded in any way, or that he even still has them when we meet her. by insisting on it, you’re perpetuating the harmful idea that any bi or pan person will be tempted to cheat or leave (physically or emotionally) when presented with literally any person whose gender opposes their current partner. this is something that skam fr had literally left unaddressed for so long even with representation in alexia and elliot, and I was so thrilled when it finally came up. it’s very uncomfortable that you’re now using that important conversation as apparent proof that lucas will be abandoned or betrayed, inadvertently or not, by his pansexual boyfriend. I know that daphné was meant to be s6′s main and skam fr wasn’t given the rights by og’s creator. so it makes sense that she/her relationship/struggles feature heavily in her sister’s season. I’m personally thrilled cause I love her and lula is a wonderful actress. that being said, not everything is foreshadowing. not every single interaction or conversation will return to further plot or character. sometimes storylines are just resolved or dropped and awareness raised is just awareness raised. sometimes it’s wonderful and sometimes less so. I understand writing. I’m saying this as a literal former english teacher (ignoring capitalization for aesthetic lol) and assistant in film/tv post-production with an MA in media studies. “Lucas, you have nothing to worry about, it’s not like that between us.” “I know, he explained it to me.”  I’m not sure how much clearer the literal show can be about this issue. spoiler or not, it’s been made abundantly clear that lola and elliot are not romantically involved. even more importantly and I’ve said this on my blog before, you’re allowed to have intimacy with someone without forcing it into a defined familial or romantic relationship. it doesn’t mean that someone’s partner should necessarily feel threatened or abandoned and says a lot more about that person’s insecurity than either individual in the friendship. we’ve also already discussed how much I dislike this turn for lucas’ character as elliot’s apparent MH saviour so it’s not worth repeating again. as for elliot saving lola, well he literally did that already. I’m not sure what you mean by lucas ‘being proven right and proven wrong’ by the end, but you’re obviously adamant that something will happen. I have also seen maxence’s interview a few times. I’ll not argue with the ‘lucas saved elliot from that shadow’ because it literally came from the actor’s mouth, but maxence doesn’t say he can save anyone else from their struggles, but help them and I think that’s a really important distinction. this whole saving idea doesn’t seem healthy at all, especially as lola and elliot grapple with their mental health. it seems like people want to see a ‘rock bottom’ (whatever that means) for them both and it makes me a little uncomfortable. addiction and MH struggles should not have to reach a breaking point in order to be considered resolved or cathartic; they don’t even have to be resolved, because they’re not a plot device. they’re a reality for so many people. the show does a good job of not romanticizing them but some of the things I see in the tag are just... yikes.  as for his ‘dark’ side and the less than happy elu moments, I’d argue that maxence may have meant literally punching out what’s his face to save lola and the subsequent argument(s) with lucas, since that interview came out just before ep 4. but there’s still several eps to go so I could be totally wrong. who knows. it’s your right to theorize on your own blog of course and it’s not my intention to be mean. I’m just trying to further the discourse in a respectful way. I do feel that you may put a little too much stock in what’s literally said/seen and assuming a lot in the unseen gaps, rather than considering a broader context. to wrap up though, lucas is free to have this (however hurtful) fear, just as you’re free to believe it’ll for sure come to pass.  I dread seeing either lola or elliot spiral out, but as 2020 has taught me, I very rarely get what I want lol. thank you @cakepleasee for helping me sort out my thoughts!

[caelestis-aurumxv]

FFXV’s Scenario 01: ‘When they steal you a kiss’ Noctis ver.

       It had been a long day of fighting monster, looking for mausoleums and winning hunts just to have a little more guiles in your pockets. In the Regalia the theme when the afternoon began was always: sleep in a room, or camping. The last time you had already slept in a hotel… So now, it’s time to give the chance of feeling free to Gladio. It’ll be camping this night.

—Where is Noctis? — Prompto asked, carrying on his shoulder one of the chairs that Gladio forced him to carry.

—Hey, be careful with that… They’ll break if you don’t treat it well —Gladio warned the blond.

—I don’t think so, even I bet they can last about ten years more—Prompto answered with a broad smile.

—I think Noctis is a little beyond, behind those rocks, almost reaching the lake… —Ignis looked at the horizon.

—I don’t think he’s fishing, or yes? —Prompto asked.

—He hasn’t bought any new fishing line, so he can’t do much—Ignis said, who always knew about King of Insomnia and his activities.

—He’ll be ok? —You asked, wrinkling your bottom lip, watching how the boy seemed beyond, with some distance.

—He already said how he felt after the death about King Regis… —Gladio said, lighting the lamps carefully, one by one.

—Should I prepare some chips? —Ignis asked.

—You should stop spoiling him—Gladio said, almost like a father.

—I want chips—Prompto agreed, nodding.

—I’ve noticed… Noctis is been weird—You mumbled, to which Ignis listened to your comment.

—Do you think he behaves differently? —The cook asked, arranging his glasses.

—It seemed like…. —Without wanting s slight pink was installed on your cheeks—I- I don’t say that is something important…

—Maybe he wants to talk to someone who looks like a mother—Ignis said.

—Are you telling me to go? —You looked at Ignis nervously, waiting for him to say no.

—Well., sometimes… women have a gift for reaching people-s hearts—the tactician of the group declared, staring at you—You don-t lose anything by trying.

—Okay…—And releasing a sigh you proceeded to stretch your body and arms—I’ll ask him to do some exercise.

—Tell him you just want to talk, the food will be in about thirty minutes and I won’t tend to sweaty people in my restaurant—Ignis warned, giving you a small smile.

—All right, wish me luck Iggy —And doing a neck stretch you saw where the King of Insomnia was.

—Remember, you only have about thirty minutes! —Ignis raised his voice as soon as he saw you go in the direction of the new king.

  Leaving the guys behind in the camp, you made your way over the acres of grass further on, the surroundings of Alstor Lake were huge, quiet when the daemons didn’t attack and perfect to sit and watch the lake where the Catoblepas were busy touring the waters from one side to another.

—Those things over there are giant…—Your eyes looked at those two huge figures that were in the lake, causing you chills.

 Then you saw the King of Insomnia, he was looking straight at the lake, very focused on his thoughts to feel or notice that you were approaching.

—Your majesty! —Then you exclaimed, after reaching him.

 From your point you could see that the boy reacted something slow to your call, but finally turned his head to see you.

—What’s with that name? —Noctis answered raising an eyebrow, his chin rested in the palm of hand.

—Are you very busy? —Eventually, he was doing anything, but who knows, maybe he was thinking about the things that nerdy kings who love knight’s games tend to think.

—Mh… A little bit—Noctis said, his gaze returned now to the lake.

You waited for him to say something else.

Again you were waiting.

And then the prince gave a loud laugh.

—You weren’t doing anything important! —You claimed, hitting his shoulder and he just grunted with a smile.

—Hey! That hurts —And the prince surrounded your neck with his arm, giving you a bump, returning the blow you gave him, making you whimper for a while.

—Let me go, your majesty! —You asked whining, making a scene with him.

—No, plebeian, until you ask for forgiveness—Noctis said, with a smile; he was enjoying it.

—…Ok, ok, but let me go for ask it correctly—You said, feeling like the prince left you free of his grip.

—And then? I’m all ears—Noctis looked at you with crossed arms, with a defiant smile.

—… What were you doing here, alone? — You asked finally, noticing that the expression on Noct face had changed.

—I was thinking…—He answered.

—About Insomnia? —By your question the boy just nodded his head—And… What else? —You asked, looking attentive.

—It’s something complicated, ___________—The king said your name, bringing a hand to his nick and leaving it there.

—Very complicated? —And you leaned in, trying to see the face of the dark haired boy.

—Not so complicated as to leave it aside for a moment and pay attention to the request of a plebeian—Noct changed the subject radically.

—Hey. I don’t like when you evade conversations—You said with a serious face, looking at the boy and he sighed.

—…Well, you see… —Noct started yo say, then he bit his lip and he let out a snarl of despair, but a slight desperation only—Really, you wouldn’t understand…

—Okay, then…—You turned to see the lake in front of you again, and as if you were not aware of the king you kept quiet for a while, awakening the restlessness in him.

—Please, don’t bother with me…—Noctis murmured, turning to you.

—Tag! You’re it! —You screamed with a smile, using all your strength to give a push to the boy who only fell sideways on the lawn.

—W-What kind of girl pushes someone like that? —Noct asked with a smile, getting up from the lawn—I deserve an apology.

—Do you really think I should? —You interfered with the king who once again grabbed you in his arms to give a second round of knuckles in your head.

—Noct, Noct…! Enough, it hurts —You implored as the boy stopped making you suffer, although the smile on his face was drawn from ear to ear.

—Ask me for forgiveness, ___________—Noct said, showing his knuckles in a menacing way.

—… Never! —You announced getting up from the lawn quickly and the running.

—Hey! Come here! — Noct shouted, who didn’t hesitate to run after you.

  As you saw Noctis running after you, you could feel relaxed again, because if he really was mad at you; he wouldn’t talk to you, it’s that simple. However, something seemed different in its way of treating you. As a friend and as guardian of the crown.

—Gotcha! —said the dark haired boy, he was only inches away from you—I will punish you!

—Noct…! Be careful! —When you turned you saw how the King of Insomnia fell café down to the ground, literally.

  A stone, better said… A stone very well located.

  You knew you shouldn’t laugh, the other kids were too far away to see it, then it would be a memory only for you and Noctis. You really wanted to laugh with all your strength as you got closer, you knew that he wouldn’t hurt with something so small.

—Don’t even think about laughing…—Noct said threateningly, getting up with the help of his arms—Am I very dirty?

—Mh, I think I don’t see any hint of dignity in your face, your majesty— You answered and the prince frowned—Ok, ok… That’s it, no more jokes.

 You bent your knees to face him, Noct was attentive to your actions, waiting for you to laugh in his face, but it wasn’t like that.

  With your sleeve covering part of your thumb, you put your hand towards the face of the blue eyed boy. Noctis opened his eyes wide.

—Did it hurt…? —you asked while the fabric of your sleeve first cleaned one cheek, then the other followed and finally the nose.

—Are you going to laugh…? —Noctis asked, letting see a little blush on his face.

   You shook your head.

—Just a little, I didn’t see that rock there—Noct said, looking down in embarrassment.

—Well, I thought you were stronger, Noct—You said with a little laugh, moving your hand away from his face, covering your mouth, you didn’t want to laugh, but it really made you laugh.

 Noct was a boy who always seemed proud of himself, however, he was shy when it came to people watching him act or do something wrong.

—Hey! I told you to don’t laugh… —Noctis muttered, a little sad.

—You never said it, you just asked me —You answered with a smile on your face, going back to your job of cleaning the king’s face.

     But what you didn’t notice about the king’s face was his look, because you were trying not to laugh out loud; not because it was very funny, but because you didn’t want things to be tense again between you and him, you didn’t want there to be distance again like a few days ago. But… What you didn’t notice, was how those eyes were staring at you, as they were watching your face with adoration, with affection and a great feeling of protection. Noctis was absorbed in your natural beauty, your loyalty, your care for him and your laughter… That laughter that came from that mouth that he was looking right now.

    And he did it.

    He removed your hand from his cheek, taking advantage of that action to pull your hand and draw you to him, to his face, to his lips. Those lips that made a slight pressure on your, didn’t want to be dominant or you’ll get away, but to make it clear now those lips were part of one of the king’s treasures. Even the lightning bugs around you made it more magic.  

    Something inside you began to pump hard, you were going to respond after being frozen, but the King of Insomnia broke the kiss, moving away and letting you go completely.

    And it created a feeling of emptiness in you. An uncomfortable need to feel him close again.

—Noct…—You whispered, looking at him totally incredulous.

—I told you, you were going to have a punishment for disturbing the King of Insomnia—Noctis murmured, still watching your eyes.

   And he came close again, but this time he didn’t kiss you, but he wanted to…

—But y-you…—You didn’t know where to start, if you talk about Lunafreya or about his feelings.

—What’s wrong with me? —He asked, totally unconcerned.

—I… I like you? —You asked finally, but the boy stopped paying attention to you.

—Come on, Ignis is calling us… —And those were his last words before he turned and walked towards the tent.

  It wasn’t an illusion, you saw his cheeks flushed, in the same way that your cheeks were also flushed.

  The King of Insomnia had claimed your lips as his own.

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Hey, yeah... This is the first scenario that I write and update in this tumblr, well, you know the process, if you want some scenario, just send an ask <3  It will take me some time to update new scenarios, cuz I have to translate them from spanish to english...  Please give me likes, and some love.  I have three updates more to do in these days. 

[ladywinchester1967]

Sharing is Caring:

Part 2

Paring: Dean Winchester x Female Character x Sam Winchester

Warnings: This is followup porn. Feels, some fluff. SMUT, anal sex, little bit of praise kink, threesome (NO WINCEST). I think that’s it.

A/N: There has literally been so much porn on my dash, I decided to do a follow up to my other 1 shot called Sharing is Caring (as part of my Dirty 30). hope you guys enjoy! As always, unbeta’d all mistakes are mine, pics are not!

 Part 1 HERE

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There were a lot of areas where Sam and Dean were similar. The bedroom, wasn’t one of those areas.

As lovers, they were both fantastic. Each man knew what he was doing and always made sure you came every single time. Their differences were in the way that they had their time with her

Dean, ever the pleaser, like the art of seduction. Making dinner, drinking good whiskey together, making out like teenagers. Or going to a bar, flirtatiously playing pool and grabbing handfuls of her ass just so every guy staring would know who she was going home with. Dean loved oral, giving was his favorite, which she quickly learned after her third toe curling orgasm. When it came to sex, he wanted her close; on top of him, riding him, him behind her while they were both on their knees. He craved intimacy; sweet words mixed with dirty ones, hand holding, hair pulling, leaving his mark on her. He loved holding her after they cleaned up, he knew Sam was more than capable of taking care of her, but when she was laying in his arms, he KNEW she was safe.

Sam, well Sam was different. Sam craved control, he was in the driver’s seat when they went for a romp, he had no problems making that clear when they were together. He could be just as sweet and romantic as Dean, but he wanted her to submit to him, which she happily did. The filth that came out of Sam’s mouth when he had her tied up and fucking her senseless would make a porn star blush. Like Dean, Sam loved leaving his mark. Finger shaped bruises on her hips, hickies, love bites; he loved seeing her marked up because of him. Sam always did the after care; if things had gotten too rough, he would make sure he held her a little tighter, endlessly praising her. He took his time rubbing lotion into her skin, gently cleaning up her skin with warm wash cloths.

Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, as she had learned from their first encounter together. All though, when it was the three of them together, SHE was the one in charge. She told each man where she wanted them and how she wanted to be touched. This round, she craved sweetness. All of the sweetness she could take. She pulled them by their shirt collars into her bedroom, closing the door behind them. She sauntered over to Dean and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his lips. She felt a different set of hands glide across the globes of her ass, Sam’s hands were demanding. He wanted to touch and feel everything, he quickly found the button on her jeans and popped it open. He pulled the zipper down, plunged his hand into her underwear and grinned.

“Dean, she’s soaking already.” Sam nearly growled.

“That right?” Dean asked as his tongue traced over her bottom lip. She sighed and let him in as she spread her legs a little bit more to accommodate Sam’s fingers.

“Good girl opening up for me.” Sam murmured in her ear before giving the shell of her ear and playful bite.

She moaned into Dean’s mouth as his tongue danced with hers.

“Someone LIKES being bitten Dean.” Sam commented as he stroked her from clit to hole.

“Hm, does she?” Dean asked as he kissed her again. She nodded as Sam yanked her backward and caged her in his arms, kissing her neck.

“Can’t let Dean have all the fun.” Sam said as he sucked on the sensitive flesh below her ear. She moaned out loud as Dean hooked his fingers into the waistband of her jeans and peeled them off of her.

“Fuck, she’s soaked.” Dean said as he sank to his knees, his hands gliding up and down her thighs. Sam quickly yanked her shirt off and pushed the cups of her bra down. Her nipples popped up almost instantly as Sam took them between his pointer finger and thumb, rolling them as Dean helped her wriggle out of her panties.

“Ahhhh!” She moaned as Sam bit down on her neck and then tugged at her nipples. Dean threw one of her legs over his shoulder, flattened his tongue and slowly licked up her length, drawing another long moan out of her. Dean spread her legs a little wider and pulled his head back.

“Fucking beautiful.” He said, admiring her.

She was strung out and needy for both of them as her chest took on a rosy tone. She quickly unhooked her bra, casting the offensive article aside as Sam easily covered both breasts with his hands.

“Mhhh,” she moaned “oh fuck, Sam!”

“Tell is what you want,” Sam told her “your wish is our command.”

She looked up at him and pressed a kiss on to his lips.

“You keep doing what you’re doing.” She told him “Dean, I want you down on me.”

With a slight nod, both brothers agreed; Sam kept up his ministrations while Dean spread her lower lips open, giving his tongue better access to her soaking folds.

“Yes,” she moaned loudly “Oh yes, like that!” Both men continued to slowly play with her and work her up. She writhed against their touches, their mouths seeming to swallow her. Dean flicked his tongue over her swollen mound while Sam’s tongue tangled with hers. She moaned loudly as her hands searched for anything to hold on to. She grasped Sam's bicep and Dean's shoulder, her nails digging into their skin. Dean’s fingers dug into her thighs as he buried his face between her legs. Sam bit down on her bottom lip as he rolled her nipples again. She cried out loudly as flames of passion consumed her body, she moaned their names as Sam sucked on her neck. She threw her head back and let out a scream as the tight knot in her belly snapped and she gushed into Dean’s mouth. He moaned as he lapped up everything she had to give him before he pulled back, licking his lips as she sighed.

“That was amazing.” She breathed

“Mh,” Sam said “now it’s my turn.”

She pouted and asked

“When do I get to do something for you two?”

“Don’t be a brat,” Sam said as he and Dean switched positions “there’s plenty of time for that, we want to have our fun too.”

Dean’s mouth sealed over hers, she could taste her own juices on his mouth. For some reason, this made his taste even more appealing. She moaned as Dean’s tongue worked its way into her mouth as Sam’s tongue flattened and licked her from hole to clit as she gasped into Dean’s mouth, her hips rocking into Sam’s face. He held her hip still with one hand and said

“Be still or I’ll spank you.”

Another lightening bolt of pleasure shot down her spine as she shuddered.

“I think someone LIKES being spanked Sammy.” Dean said “She went ridged as soon as you said it.”

Sam smirked and then looked up at her

“Behave.” He demanded of her as he went back down on her, his eyes lightning up with mischief.

She reached her hand behind her as she ran her hand up and down Dean’s denim caged erection. He moaned into her mouth and dragged her over to the bed. Sam followed and cleared his throat as the two of them fell on the bed.

“Fuck her Dean,” Sam told his brother “I wanna see how she takes it.”

Dean quickly took his clothes off as she got on her hands and knees on the bed.

“Looks like she’s about to take it good.” Dean said as he crawled on the bed behind her.

“Face me.” Sam told them. She made a one eighty turn on the bed and watched as Sam sat in the corner of the bed. She felt the head of Dean’s cock gloriously pressing against her opening. “Spank her Dean,” Sam told his brother “I wanna see how well she takes it while she’s getting fucked.”

She felt the crack of Dean’s hand across her backside as she cried out

“OH FUCK!”

“She just clamped so hard,” Dean said “she LOVES being spanked!”

“Spank her some more.” Sam said

Dean cracked a hand over her behind as he fucked into her tight wetness. She let out a scream of delight, her ass turning pink as he smacked the other cheek.

“Dean, oh god, Dean!” she yelled for him as she reached out desperately for Sam.

“What baby?” he asked, lacing his fingers with hers “What do you want?”

“Sam,” she gasped “need you Sammy, please!”

“Fuck!” Dean yelled as he slowed his pace down, she clamped down harder than he'd expected.

“Where sweet girl?” Sam cooed as he kissed her “Tell me where you want me.”

“Wanna-AH!-Wanna ride you Sam” she breathed out, she wasn't going to last much longer, but she had to feel them at the same time.

“What about Dean?” Sam asked, kissing her again.

“Want-FUCK!-want Dean too,” she struggled to say “in my ass.”

At this, Dean stilled, she'd never asked for that.

“You?” Dean asked “You sure sweetheart?”

“Please?” she begged “I wanna try it.”

Sam and Dean looked at each other and shrugged

“Got any lube?” Sam asked

“In my bedside drawer.” She said as Dean pulled out of her and grabbed the bottle.

“You're sure?” Dean asked before he even popped the top on the plastic bottle.

“I wanna try it,” she told him as she looked over her shoulder as him “who better to try with than you two?”

Sam stripped out of his clothes and climbed on the bed

“You're gonna have to relax okay?” Sam asked “Use the safe word if it hurts too much.”

“What's the safe word sweetheart?” Dean asked as he kissed her shoulder blades.

“Red.” she answered dutifully. The color system was the easiest they had figured out.

“That's a good girl.” Sam said and kissed her lips. “I'll work on her clit,” Sam said “get her nice and relaxed for you.”

Dean looked up and nodded at his brother as he kept kissing her neck and shoulders, making her whine. Sam slipped his hand between her legs and used his fingers to play with her clit. Dean held her hips steady as she moaned against Sam's mouth. She heard Dean pop the top on the bottle of lube, her heart starting to pound.

“Relax,” Sam said soothingly, taking her face in his hand “I got you okay?”

She nodded and looked back at Dean, whose face was filled with apprehension and lust.

“You got me, right?” she asked

He leaned forward and kissed her sweetly

“I've always got you.” he told her with a smile.

She nodded as she watched him slick up his cock, at the same time, Sam laid down and pulled her on top of him.

“Ride me for a little bit,” he instructed “then Dean's going to come in, okay?”

She nodded and climbed on to Sam's lap, taking his cock deep into her. Dean held her from behind as she rode Sam and he murmured in her ear.

“Mh, look at you riding him like a fucking champ,” he said lowly “so fucking sexy sweetheart. You're such a good girl for me at Sam.”

“Yes, yes I am.” she said

“Say it,” he commanded “tell Sammy what a good girl you are for us.”

“I'm a good girl,” she said as she rolled her hips making Sam gasp “just for you two.”

“Yes you are,” Dean cooed in her ear as the head of his cock brushed against her asshole “such a good girl letting me have this. You gotta bend over a little for me sweetheart.”

She did as Sam kissed her and the head of Dean's cock slipped inside he tight hole.

“There ya go,” he said as he held her hips “you okay sweetheart?”

“Yes, green.” she said

He eased inside of her, adding a little more lube so as not to hurt her. She felt full and Dean wasn't even all the way in yet.

“Relax,” Sam said soothingly “you're doing great isn't she Dean?”

“Yes,” Dean said in a strained voice, she was fucking tight and he was fighting not to blow his load right away “she's doing amazing, taking me so well.”

She took a deep breath, stilling on top of Sam as Dean went past the tight ring of muscle, nearly fully inside her.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, the feeling was weird but pleasurable all at the same time “oh god, the feels so good.”

Dean bit his lip hard, she felt amazing around him. Sam took the reins and started to move under her as Dean slowly moved his hips behind her. It felt like she was about to be split open by the two of them, but she didn't care. She wanted this, to feel this full of two men who loved her.

“Oh fuck!” she cried “oh my god, GOD, that feels good!”

“Gonna come,” Dean grunted out as he started to pound into her “Fuck, I'm gonna come.”

“Come,” she begged as her eyes rolled back into her head, her brain was filled with lust and barely able to form words “Come Sam, come Dean. Come for me.”

Dean let go first, spurting his load deep into her ass as he moaned out her name. Sam wasn't far behind that, his cock swelling inside her as he watched her get off. He slammed deep into her at let go with a cry as she finished with a scream that sounded like both of their names jumbled together. Both boys pulled out in tandem as she collapsed on to the bed, a twitching, blissed out mess. Both Sam and Dean laid on either side of her, breathing hard. Dean looked at her and said

“I think we broke her.”

She shook her head

“I'm fine,” she said sleepily “tired, but I'm fine.”

“You wanna get cleaned up and then come to bed?” Dean asked.

“Sounds good. Sam?” she asked and looked at Sam, who had closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

“Show off,” Dean snorted “he can fall asleep anywhere.”

After a quick shower, she climbed into bed between Sam and Dean. Upon movement in the bed, Sam woke up and realized what was going on. He found his boxers and pulled them on as she and Dean settled into bed side by side. Sam came up behind her, spooning her as Dean's arm settled under her head.

She looked up into Dean's eyes as he stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.

“Go to sleep sweet girl,” he said quietly “you earned it.”

She gave him a smile, but had to admit that she couldn't deny how she felt about them.

“I love you both so much,” she told Dean “I didn't think that was possible, but I do. You're both so amazing and wonderful.”

“Love you too.” Sam said sleepily, kissing the back of her neck and finally falling asleep.

A slow smile crossed Dean's face as he tucked her hair behind her ear.

“I love you too.” he told her and kissed her lips.  

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