#but whoever says these just a boring ass person who can't do anything with their money

[eldrtchmn]

personal rant incoming

[s-ublimewrites]

writing sonnets (melissa schemmenti x f!reader)

synopsis: your students tease you relentlessly and melissa can't help but to join in

words: ~1.4k

warnings: none i think? wholesome borderline crack

note: im not sure i ever actually gender the reader here? but f!reader to cover my own ass<3

Don’t get it twisted - you love the inquisitive nature of your students, you really do. It’s something every eighth grade English teacher longs for. But your fourth period class has a certain knack for getting you off topic with their curiosity. On this particular day - a Friday, so blissfully close to freedom - you have relinquished all control and let them fall down the rabbit hole of fanfiction, of all things. Leave it to middle schoolers. 

They had only been learning about first, second, and third person narration - so innocuous, you didn’t see how you could possibly be derailed. Maybe you’d make it through the lesson, and you could relish in the four minutes of silence you get between periods, and-

“Where is second person narration used?” Angel doesn’t bother raising his hand, and you don’t bother admonishing him.  

You think briefly. “Honestly, not many pieces of published works use it - not that I’ve seen, anyway. We don’t talk about it much. I’ve really only seen the second person used in one place.”

You intend to leave it at that, but of course, Angel pushes. 

“Where?” he asks. 

In the second you use to inhale before tackling the question, Kennedy takes the liberty of answering: “Fanfiction, duh. That self-insert stuff.”

You can’t help it - a laugh bubbles out, and this is the moment everything begins to spiral. 

“Yeah,” you collapse into your desk chair, “Kennedy’s right. Fanfiction.”

Kennedy takes the opportunity - it’s been presented to her on a silver platter, really. “You know about fanfiction, Y/L/N?” 

“Sweetheart, my generation invented fanfiction. And I’m a writer. This was my game before you were even born.”

Angel is on his feet, his hands slamming on his desk and his voice rising with excitement, “WHERE CAN WE READ YOUR FANFICTION?” 

“Oh, my God, no. You can’t. It’s not on the internet or anything, I’d just, like… send it to my friends, or whatever,” you insist, hands coming to cover your red face as you laugh. 

The class, buzzing with chatter and giggles, continues to harass you. “So, what, Ms Schemmenti reads your fanfiction?”

Your hands are still covering your face. “No, Ms Schemmenti most certainly does not!”

“That’s because the fanfiction is about Ms Schemmenti. Y’all see how Y/L/N be looking at her in the halls,” someone says, and several others voice their agreement. 

“She’s down bad for real.”

“What?!” your head snaps up, eyes searching for whoever made the comment. The bell rings before you can get your answer. “Get out of my room, you absolute little monsters. Have a good weekend, please read chapter th- oh, okay, you’re gone. Cool. Awesome.” 

You look at the camera. It zooms in on your red, deadpan face. You drop your forehead onto the desk. 

-

When you walk into the lounge at the end of the day, you slump into the chair beside Janine, who’s engaged in a conversation about a scrabble tournament (sober scrabble - boring) with Jacob and Gregory. Barbara listens, not contributing, surely stockpiling the information so she can tell Melissa later. Melissa, who is thankfully not in the room at the moment. You think you would burst into flames. 

Janine halts her conversation about triple word scores when you throw yourself down into the chair by her. 

“Rough day?” Janine asks tentatively. 

“Long. The kids were focused on literally anything other than The Outsiders.” 

Janine nods. “I get it. Fridays, y’know? It’s always hard to keep them on task.” 

“Well, Y/N,” Jacob starts with a smirk, “my students were actually pretty interested in the topics of your class today. It’s all they could talk about when they sat down for seventh period.” 

You glare at him hard and warn, “Jacob. Do not.” 

Janine looks back and forth between you both and turns to Gregory. “Is there something I’m missing?”

“No,” you say sternly. Your eyes don’t leave Jacob’s shit-eating grin. “Not a thing.”

Jacob, it seems, has exceptionally few survival instincts and carries on giddily, “Y/N’s students found out she writes fanfiction-“

And, oh, good, Barbara is listening now, too. “Fan-fiction?” 

“Why is everyone saying that word today? It’s all I’ve been hearing in the halls since, like, fourth period.” Melissa asks, striding into the break room and taking the seat next to you. 

“I’m going to have to transfer schools,” you say, closing your eyes. 

Melissa pays this no mind. “All the older kids keep looking at me, too. It’s weird.”

You glare daggers at Jacob, whose face must hurt from the width of his smile. 

“So weird!” Jacob says innocently. 

Melissa narrows her eyes. 

“Why are you being weird? And not normal Jacob weird,” she questions, turning to you. “Why is he being weird?”

You slam your boot into Jacob’s shin under the table. “He’s not. No one’s being weird.” 

Melissa’s eyes flick back and forth between the two of you suspiciously. “Okay, someone tell me right now - what the hell is a fanfiction, and what does it have to do with me? And, apparently, Y/N?”

“Melissa, I am so glad you’ve asked, allow me to explain-“ Jacob starts, leaning across the table toward Melissa. 

“Oh my God,” you cut him off. Time to swallow your pride. 

You explain the situation… sort of. You explain in a watered-down way that incriminates you less. 

“So, yeah, they found out, and because I said ‘friend’ they connected it to you, and they misconstrued the whole thing, and it’s literally not a big deal-“ you're rambling and she knows it. 

“Wait,” Gregory stops you, “so this is why I heard Angel say ‘Y/L/N be writing sonnets about that red hair’ during lunch?”

Janine raises her eyebrows. “‘Sonnet?’ Pretty good vocab word.”

“Thank you, Janine! And thank you for focusing on the important part of the matter at hand: my impeccable teaching skills.” 

“So,” Barbara chimes in, “do you or do you not write these little stories about Melissa?”

“Barbara!” You’re mortified. “No! I do not!”

At long last, Melissa speaks. You don’t need to look at her to know there’s a smirk on her lips. “She doesn’t need to. Clearly, the material writes itself.”

“Melissa,” you plead. 

Melissa laughs that laugh, the one that makes the corners of your mouth turn up despite your discomfort. 

“Maybe that could be your end-of-the-year writing project for the kids - make them write that fanfiction,” Melissa teases. 

“You’re just as bad as Angel!” You laugh incredulously and let your hand smack Melissa’s shoulder. The others don’t miss the way Melissa doesn’t break your fingers at the gesture. 

In fact, Melissa's eyes soften as she bumps your shoulder with her own. “No, no, I can see it - newbie woos the Philly Eleven. There’s potential there.” 

You roll your eyes. “Well, I am pretty charming.”

“I’m going home,” Barbara stands up with a polite (if somewhat exasperated) smile, “Very glad we got this out of the way. Have a good weekend, everyone. Y/N… call me later.”

Barbara pats Melissa’s shoulder with a pointed look toward you, and takes her leave rapidly. 

“Uh,” you stare after her. “Yep. Bye, Barb.” 

Melissa’s eyebrow quirks up. “What was that?”

“Dunno,” you reply. “I’m sure you’ll know everything approximately five minutes after I hang up with her, though, so don’t worry.” 

Janine butts in (ah, yeah, the nerds are still here), “You guys call Barbara? Can I have her cell number? I always want to ask her but-“

“No,” you and Melissa say in unison, and Janine sighs heavily. 

You heave out a sigh of your own. “I need to go home - moreover I need to be somewhere no one is asking me about my nonexistent fanfiction habits.”

You stand, and Melissa stands with you as you both gather your belongings. “Impossible. I have your phone number.”

You “accidentally” smack Melissa with your purse, and Melissa “mistakenly” shoves her chair into your leg in a way that makes your knee buckle, and the rest of the Abbot crew watch the scene in morbid fascination. Because the cold hard truth is that if anyone else had dared to do… well, any of this, Melissa would be shoving her earrings into her pocket and removing her heels. Fight or fight instinct, y’know? 

Instead, though, she just swears at you in Italian as you head for the door, grinning widely when you return the sentiment in plain english. 

Ava entering the lounge halts you in your tracks. 

“Y’all will never guess what Angel just emailed me,” Ava exclaims, holding up her phone. “Did you know he knows the word ‘sonnet’? Proud of him.”

“Forward me that?”

Another smack from you. “Melissa, stop!” 

[ca-suffit]

Let me also challenge this "nice" attitude Nalyra, Virginia, Neil, whoever else have, where they pretend that if people just talked to them and stopped "personal attacks" it would all be okay. Maybe they also pretend to take mild accountability for something here and there but mostly still blame others and this vague "bullying" they all keep saying they experience for....what? The vagueness is a red flag because you all can't just admit that what people are "hating" you for is your antiblackness. Neil had to apparently take a break for months because saying "I'm Jewish" isn't actually an excuse for saying antiblack shit, yet she still learning nothing. Came back and said "this whole place is toxic, I will not address haterszzzZZ." Girl, grow up already. Doing this "I'm just a little birthday boy" shit while saying the most racist crap ever straight to everyone's faces is not cute and very obvious to everyone. You're white and you're causing harm, sit with that and fix it. Nobody cares about your anxiety, religious identity, traumatic childhood, quit pulling out all your fucking excuses for why you said dumb shit and won't just apologize. You all have been attacking first since day one. You all blocked me within four hours of my account existing because I said I'm not here to be silent about this antiblack nonsense. I haven't blocked anyone. You can't send me asks or DM me but you can engage in a public space. You obviously love to do that so what's the problem? No real argument? :( Don't take this stance of needing privacy to discuss racial issues when we're in a fandom that confronts this head on as it is within canon. What are you needing to hide, baby? You're so loud always telling black fans to stop talking and being "ignorant" about everything under the sun. You're not nice. You're manipulative abusers. No wonder you twist it all up to being some disagreement about Lestat, you can't face any other truth about him because it would mean you have to look at yourselves too. You don't have the range to talk about anything in depth so you love to hit first and constantly but then play the victim if anyone retaliates in even the smallest manner. You claim to have no time for drama and yet you sit here all day answering asks to everyone kissing your ass about the drama. Anne Rice wannabes. Who cares if what you're saying ever makes sense, just be the loudest person in the room. This is why it's obvious that you're sending each other asks, because you never have anything to say and what you're asked about is never interesting either. That's your whole range right there. It's all the same boring crap to blow up your egos and typically shit on black fans using barely coded language about it. You are such cowards. You've had so long to start doing better and you won't, so now you will know no peace in return. Keep acting stupid about it, I will keep calling it out and translating it for whoever needs it. Your days of causing constant unchecked harm to black fans are fucking over.

[queentheweeb]

Tenya Iida X Gender Neutral Reader

A/N: You have an 'unusual' music taste. You enjoy listening to screamo, heavy metal and alternative music also this was a request

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To say that your aesthetic did not match your music taste was an understatement. Also, whoever lied and said you can tell a lot about a person based on what music they like can go burn in hell. If you looked at your room back at home and your dorm room it was filled with books, some stuffed animals, pictures/posters on the wall, and a little beauty self-care area you made on your dresser. Now if you were to look on your playlists you would expect your room to look like Tokoyami's or what you like to call 'his banquet of darkness'. You liked to listen to Black Sabbath, Judas Priest, AC/DC, Pantera, Anthrax, Black Veil Brides, Silverstein, Pierce the Viel, Nirvana and so much more. Pretty sure you scared the shit out of the bakusquad when they heard the music you played. The only reason they heard it from the jump was that Denki was bored and, wanted to be nosy and know what you were listening to. He was under the impression that you would listen to soft, sweet music. You still find it funny how hard he threw himself back and almost short-circuited when he heard screaming in his ear. Surprisingly, the deku squad didn't mind in the slightest that you enjoyed that kind of music. You knew there was a reason why you fit in so perfectly. Well, besides the fact that you had the hots for Mr. President and, enjoyed getting under his skin. It sent a thrill through your system when he would get flustered or annoyed by whatever you did.

"EARTH TO MOTHER FUCKING L/N" You jumped hard whirling around to see who was talking to you to see it was Mina who was Toru waving her arms around. You think she was judging by the way her shirt flaps were moving. 

"What do you want? Can't you see I'm dreaming over here?" She annoyed you. You don't know why but, she annoyed you sometimes and this was one of those times. She never did anything to you per se, but you know how you get that feeling that you don't like someone but, you have no evidence to justify why you don't like them? Yeah, it's one of those.

"They were talking to you, don't get sassy." You rolled your eyes giving her the finger to face Ojiro who was looking at you with a weird look. Ah, he probably picked up on the fact you don't like his girlfriend so much. He can kiss your ass too. 

"I was asking if you wanted to join us for study group later on or if you're going to sit with them?" He pointed towards the dekusquad who were talking amongst themselves. Honestly, you rather sit with them because you don't like the energy that Ojiro and Toru were giving off so to avoid any awkwardness or unnecessary arguments you opt-out.

"Thanks but no thanks. I'm going to be with them." You bid them farewell and left to go sit with them in the present. You were already feeling awkward around them which you hated so you took yourself out of that environment. It was too much for you anyway to handle at the moment. "Hey, guys." You took a seat directly across from Iida so you can put your spontaneous plan into action. You spoke with the group, Iida occasionally adding in his two cents so you decided to toy with him a bit. You took advantage of the covered tables and took your foot out of your shoe. You gently placed it on his foot looking at him out of the corner of your eye. You chose to just listen to them nodding your head here and there so they'll know that you were listening. You slowly crept your foot up pressing lightly on his shin. He coughed at that but, covered it up. You went a little higher enjoying his lapse of attention and his trying to decide if he should say something or not. You tested the waters some more and reached his thigh and, that's when he full-on choked. You slid your foot all the way back down and slipped it back into his shoe handing him a water bottle innocently. Midoriya hit his back and you bet he was thanking the lord that he can cover up the fact that he was red from the choking and, not what you were doing. You felt someone staring and, looked over to see Ochako looking at you with a knowing look. All you did was smirk with a subtle wink. At least you hoped you were subtle. You looked over to see that the whole time Iida did not look away from you and, you figured that you may or may not have been caught.

"Are you feeling a little better now? You always tell us we are going to choke but, it was you this time." Midoriya smiled lightly as he gave Iida some more water who still had not looked away from you. Shit. Maybe he saw everything. Time to abort the mission. 

"I feel a lot better, thank you Midoriya." He glanced over to Midoriya who had gone back to eating. It was time to make a move and skedaddle. You did enough today to the boy.

"I'll be right back." You dumped your food, grabbed your bag, and headed out of the lunchroom not wanting to look back to see who exactly was burning a hole into the back of your head. You had a feeling who it was but, still. You walked the hallways noticing how deserted it was decided to wait in the classroom for the next class to start once lunch was over. You entered the classroom and were about to turn around to close the door but, were met with a broad chest instead. You looked up to see Iida with an unreadable expression on his face. "Hi." He swiftly closed the door and shoved you against the closed door.

"You think you're cute as shit don't you." You don't know what surprised you more. The fact that the class President, Mr. Stiffboard just cussed or he had you pressed up against the door using his body. 

"Bite me." Why was that your response? You don't know but the response was not expected. He placed his knee between your legs and wrapped his hand around your neck "Choke me as you hate me." Of course, you would say the lyrics from Corpse, why was your defense mechanism to sing raunchy songs? The smirk he gave you made your body shiver especially when he placed his lips by your ear.

"But you love me, lowkey wanna date me when you fuck me. Touch me with the lights off, and my chains on. Baby, I'm not the right one you should wait on." Ohhhh you did not know what to do. You were flabbergasted and did not know how to act. Who the fuck was this? Where did this come from? He smirked more as he brought his lips back from your ear to your lips hovering above them "Can I kiss you?" Oh, fuck who were you to say no? As a response, you pressed your lips against his loving how he pressed his body flush against yours. He pulled away licking the string of saliva that connected your lips together.

"Are we dating?" He looked at you surprised before raising an eyebrow.

"No shit, I don't go around kissing anyone. You're mine and I'm yours." He squeezed your cheeks giving you another bruising kiss before pulling away. "Now, let's go sit before someone see's us." You don't like being told what to do but damn you'll make exceptions for him.

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What do you think?

[cheerstotheelites-if]

Group Chat

v. Stranger Danger

ZephGoWoosh: WHO TF IS PLAYING BASS BOOSTED EDM ON THE SCHOOL SPEAKERS???

*ZephGoWoosh added WtfEliseo to the group

ZephGoWoosh: ELISEO YOU FUCK DID YOU DO THIS?

WtfEliseo: if its about your ears imploding from the edm

WtfEliseo: then ya got the wrong person

WtfEliseo: I didnt do shit Im literally with weylyn rn as we speak

PapaWeylyn: It's true we're in the track field bleachers right now and having lunch

PapaWeylyn: Where even are you right now??

ZephGoWoosh: in the main building

ZephGoWoosh: trying to find out who's doing this shit because Fleur ain't here 😒😭😭

WtfEliseo: her brothers are here sooo

WtfEliseo: asked them earlier bc i need her for a group project and they said that they dont know why

WtfEliseo: smth about their dad smth smth fleur smth smth emergency check up

ZephGoWoosh: oh oof hope she's okay though 😟😟😟

ZephGoWoosh: HEY WAIT A MINUTE WEYLYN YOU'RE LITERALLY PRESIDENT

ZephGoWoosh: WHY AREN'T YOU HERE HELPING ME??

PapaWeylyn: … Food is priority

ZephGoWoosh: Weylyn 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

PapaWeylyn: IM SORRY BUT MAMA MADE GOOD FOOD THOUGH ;W;

WtfEliseo: I second that

WtfEliseo: the spaghetti be top tier 😩🤌🤌

ZephGoWoosh: you're right i can't fight with your ma's cooking

ZephGoWoosh: save some for me though i havent ate yet

ZephGoWoosh: please? 🥺👉👈

PapaWeylyn: Of course!! ^w^

WtfEliseo: soooo progress report zeph?

ZephGoWoosh: couldn't find anything 🥲🥲🥲

WtfEliseo: search harder then 😒😒🙄🙄

ZephGoWoosh: you try searching a giant ass castle all by yourself 😒😒

WtfEliseo: nahhh I like where I am ☺☺

ZephGoWoosh: i fucking hate you

WtfEliseo: awww no you dont ☺🥰🥰

ZephGoWoosh: bitch 😒😒😒🖕🖕🖕

WtfEliseo: fuck you too babe 🥰🥰🥰🖕🖕🖕

*F.Heartstein sent a video

-> The video is someone else's hand (sleeve is clearly belongs to a blue-green hoodie) gesturing to a laptop playing a 1 hour hard bass boosted edm music video, then shows a bunch of wires connecting it to the school speaker sound system <-

WtfEliseo: who tf—

PapaWeylyn: Did

PapaWeylyn: Did Fleur's phone get stolen...?

ZephGoWoosh: gods damn it omw to the sound studio

WtfEliseo: HURRY YOUR BITCH ASS UP VEL DELLE

ZephGoWoosh: FUK U

*F.Heartstein sent a video

-> It shows a picture of a door. Zephyrine can be seen through the small window trying to open the door to no avail. The same hand from earlier waves at Zephyrine once she took notice of the mystery cameraman <-

ZephGoWoosh: @F.Heartstein LET ME IN YOU LITTLE SHIT I CAN SEE YOU

F.Heartstein: no! 😀

WtfEliseo: holy shit the thing speaks

PapaWeylyn: @F.Heartstein hello whoever you are!

PapaWeylyn: Can we please know why you're doing this?

PapaWeylyn: You're kind of disrupting the peace in the school. ^^;;

F.Heartstein: oh 😲

F.Heartstein: i just miss my bestfriend 😗

PapaWeylyn: Okay…?

PapaWeylyn: But why do you have my friend's cellphone??

F.Heartstein: oh you mean fleur's? 😲❓

F.Heartstein: i wanted to return it to her so i came here 😗

ZephGoWoosh: by breaking in to the school?????

F.Heartstein: well i was actually waiting outside earlier 😗

F.Heartstein: then i got bored ☹

F.Heartstein: so now i'm here! 😀

WtfEliseo: Back the fuck up my guy

WtfEliseo: gal?

WtfEliseo: person?

F.Heartstein: i'm a guy 😀

WtfEliseo: whatever the fuck

WtfEliseo: where did you find fleur's phone? do you know her or did you just find it in public??

F.Heartstein: i found it in her room 😁

ZephGoWoosh: HUH???

ZephGoWoosh: HELLO? POLICE?

PapaWeylyn: Are you saying you broke into her home?!?!

F.Heartstein: yes? no? i usually come through her balcony so i guess? 🤔

F.Heartstein: i mean she doesn't mind since we're bestfriends 😄

WtfEliseo: ayo the fuck did you just say

ZephGoWoosh: FLEUR HAS OTHER FRIENDS??

ZephGoWoosh: i need to sit down i can't anymore with this not with this new info 🥲🥲🥲

F.Heartstein: do you want a chair? i can give you one 😯

ZephGoWoosh: if you open the door maybe you can

F.Heartstein: no! 😀

ZephGoWoosh: ffs dude just let me in already i just want to turn off the music 😒😒😒

F.Heartstein: i could but i wanna wait for fleur a bit more 😗

PapaWeylyn: Um... Fleur's not here

F.Hearstein: oh 😧

F.Heartstein: then where is she? is she doing okay? 😢

WtfEliseo: no clue my guy even her brothers dont know

F.Heartstein: so i came here for nothing? and here i thought we could hang out today 😓

F.Heartstein: welp guess i'm gonna go look for her 😗

ZephGoWoosh: DONT JUMP OUT THE WINDOW

PapaWeylyn: WHAT

WtfEliseo: HUH?

ZephGoWoosh: and he jumped

ZephGoWoosh: AND HE DIDNT UNLOCK THE DOOR BEFORE THAT HDBDUDBUEBDDJ

PapaWeylyn: SOMEONE JUST JUMPED AND YOU'RE MORE UPSET ABOUT THE DOOR??

ZephGoWoosh: IT'S THE SECOND FLOOR HE'S FINE WEYLYN. THE WORSE THAT COULD HAPPEN TO HIM IS SHATTERED ANKLES

PapaWeylyn: BUT STILL

ZephGoWoosh: TRUST ME IVE SEEN ENOUGH PARKOUR VIDEOS TO KNOW

WtfEliseo: cant believe Im gonna be the responsible one and report to the admin about this while you two panic about ankles 😒😒🙄🙄

ZephGoWoosh: get a janitor too while you're at it to unlock the door

WtfEliseo: gods above fine 🙄🙄🙄

PapaWeylyn: Thank you Eliseo ouo

ZephGoWoosh: thanks babe 😘😘

WtfEliseo: fuck you guys 😒😒

*Group Chat ended

[pedropascalunofficial]

Pedro Pascal and Lena Headey

Head to head interview

Hunger Magazine, Issue 6. Released December 28, 2014. Photoshoot October 15, 2013.

Thirteen million. That's the number of people, on average, who tuned into each episode of the third season of Game of Thrones. Among them was Chilean actor Pedro Pascal, who was as enthralled by the sex and slaughter as the rest of us. But little did he know that within a few months he'd be pitching up on the shores of Belfast to join the cast as Oberyn Martell, affectionately known as the Red Viper. Sound ominous? It is. The Red Viper is GoTs newest anti-hero, “sexy and charming but driven by hate”. Sounds like he'll be right at home.

Pedro, on the other hand, though he looks good on paper, wasn't the obvious choice for the role. Expecting a big name to ride into King’s Landing, the show's fans took to forums to express their concerns as soon as the news broke. So is he worried? Like hell he is. “The fans had the part cast in their minds already. They knew who they wanted and it certainly was not me. But I'm not stupid, | presumed that people were going to say ‘who the fuck is this guy’. Since I anticipated the reaction it didn't throw me off.”

“There are so many different ways to go into battle with yourself when you're trying to get a job. I felt a certain amount of pressure because I wanted to make everyone happy. The fan base is so specific and, as a fan myself, I understand the relationship that they have with the show. The Red Viper is the best part I've ever played, and in season four shocks come at the most unexpected times. You might think you know, but you have no idea,” he explains.

Looks like the Red Viper could be in line to fill a Walter-White-sized-hole in television, but to test the theory we pit Pascal against Lena Headey, aka the Queen. Because if you can come away from Cersei unscathed, you can handle anything.

LH: So, Pedro, you come into Game of Thrones in season four, playing a pretty major character. Does that fill you with joy or dread?

PP: I'd say it fills me with joy because it’s a really fucking fun part. He’s a badass. He comes up against a lot of the main characters in the show. I'm very aware of the show. I watch it like a fan.

LH: Were you a fan before you arrived in Belfast?

PP: Yeah, I was a proper fan. I was caught up in the drama of it before I even auditioned for the part. I was already up to speed.

LH: I remember meeting you and thinking, “he fucking loves the show’.

PP: I kissed your ass.

LH: Well, it worked. We're friends now.

PP: I was like a tourist visiting the set, and yet I had to act with you and be in a scene with the characters that I had such a specific association with already.

LH: So you’re saying it’s boring?

PP: No, it wasn’t boring at all. It was extremely, relentlessly surreal.

LH: And who were your favourite characters up until that point?

PP: Not you.

LH: I realise that!

PP: There are too many characters to have a favourite, but I was fascinated by the Lannisters because they're so frightening. They scared me and then you would come in and pull sympathy from your audience somehow, and I found that rather fascinating. The Northerners were so easy to like or get behind, but it was quite something to see people sympathise with a Lannister, after you made people see things from their perspective.

LH: Speaking of being slightly ambiguous as a character, you come in as a major player and a very well-loved character in the eyes of people who read the books, and he’s somewhat of an anti-hero. Did you base him on anyone?

PP: What does an anti-hero mean exactly?

LH: It means he doesn't wear deodorant, doesn't it? [Laughs]. Someone you shouldn't champion, but you do, like Walter White in Breaking Bad.

PP: No, | didn’t really base him on anyone.

LH: Did you take anything from classic movies that you thought you could use and spin to your advantage playing the Red Viper?

PP: God, that’s a good question. I probably did subconsciously. Now I feel under the spotlight because I need to think of somebody, and I have so many in my mind! I think that’s something that is happening a lot in TV today: the anti-heroes are central to these television shows, and people are really getting behind them, even though they're not necessarily the most moral characters. So I'd say that ‘ve become more familiar with the character who's obviously very flawed but gets you on their side — you have complicated feelings about them. But I think I saw the story too much from this character's perspective to perceive any flaws.

LH: He has some.

PP: I know, from the outside. But I don't see any of them. What are his flaws?

LH: His flaws? He's a dirty bastard!

PP: Why is he a dirty bastard? He likes to fucking fight, for sure.

LH: Back to you as an actor. You've done it for a long time and, as we all know, the path is not always golden, and sometimes you think, “fuck it” and you want to leave it and do something else. Have there been moments where you wanted to give up?

PP: Yes, there have been moments where I came very close to giving up. But I never had anything to fall back on. I think you can understand that.

LH: Because were stupid?

PP: We're stupid.

LH: I can't even make pizza!

PP: We don’t have any other skills.

LH: None at all!

PP: And that’s the odd conundrum. You get to a point where you think, “This isn’t going to happen. This isn’t sustainable. I'm too exhausted, and it can't be good for me.” There were moments where I truly did try to formulate an idea of what I'd do. I thought I'd go back to school, start pre-med again and go to medical school or something like that.

LH: But that didn't happen, you just thought about it?

PP: Yes, I'd have thoughts, but it was still fantasy really. But at the time it felt like a practical life plan. Do you know what I mean?

LH: Yeah of course, you need to pay the fucking rent.

PP: Exactly. You just try to escape from the chaos of what you're feeling by trying to create order in your life. Order seems like a solution to save you from the pain of acting!

LH: It's a mental pain. Who was the first person you called when you got the role?

PP: My sister.

LH: Does she watch the show?

PP: Yes, she does.

LH: Pedro Pascal... or Pablo as I called you when I had too much wine, which was deeply insulting.

PP: Even family members have done that to me! Do I look more like a Pablo? Because it happens with about ninety-five percent of the people I meet.

LH: No, I think I’m just an ignorant drunk person.

PP: No, you were an ignorant drunk person that night is what you're saying.

LH: And now I’m educated.

PP: [Whispers] But | want you to call me Pablo.

LH: Ok, Pablo! When you first arrived on set in Northern Ireland, what was your feeling showing up to a bunch of British actors? Did it feel different to doing an American project?

PP: Yes, but I loved it. It wasn’t intimidating. I found it surreal because I’d watched and loved the show. I hadn't had the opportunity to work on something that I was really familiar with before, so it was overwhelming. But it was far more delightful than intimidating. Also you guys were really cool. Everyone was friendly.

LH: Oh, that’s just fake.

PP: Well, you guys were good at it!

LH: We know Game of Thrones is very popular obviously. Do you have any thoughts, or fears, about what this is going to bring you in terms of exposure?

PP: I have hope.

LH: Oh, God. I don’t mean to shatter that, but give it up.

PP: I don’t know really. It’s all been filmed, and now I'm back to my normal routine, so I haven't really thought about it. I remember when we finished filming and we were on our way to the airport, you asked me, “How does it feel you're all done?” and I couldn't really answer.

LH: You were quite emotional that day.

PP: I was very emotional because I’d had such an amazing time doing the part. Also just being there immersed in the experience... You described it to me best. You told me how I'd be feeling.

LH: We don't know your character's backstory when you enter the show, and you have some rather brutal scenes. Anyone who has read the books will know what I’m talking about.

PP: My character comes in, he stirs a bunch of shit up, and then he makes this fucking enormous exit. Now can | ask you a question?

LH: What is it? I’m not going to sleep with you. Give it up.

PP: Oh, come on! This has gone to shit and it’s your fault, so good luck to whoever has to edit it! But anyway, sometimes I'd hang out with the cast members and we'd go to dinner and they would get stopped constantly. There was no denying who they played because they were so recognisable, but you got away with it because you have this beautiful blonde wig on in the show, and in real life you are...

LH: Grey?

PP: {Laughs] No! You have beautiful chestnut hair! Is it liberating to not be recognised the way some of the other cast members are?

LH: Yes, it is liberating.

PP: Liberating being able to walk down an alley in Dubrovnik without being stopped?

LH: Yes, except sometimes | get recognised in the weirdest places. A woman was emptying my bag at Heathrow Airport's security gates and just went, “Are you the Queen?” while rummaging through my underwear. It was so fucking weird.

PP: It seems they're more respectful to you?

LH: Because they're frightened. Wait until they meet the Viper.

PP: Well, that covers it.

LH: I think we're going to get our own show out of this, you know

Interested in learning more about Pedro? Check out Pedro Pascal Unofficial on Pinterest!

[blxetsi]

armin arlert, mikasa ackerman, and eren jaeger polyamorous headcanons (modern au)

armin arlert x gn!reader, mikasa ackerman x gn!reader, eren jaeger x gn!reader, mikasa x armin x eren x gn!reader

warnings: uhh fluff, this is very long, reader has a gf b4 getting w ema,

this is like my first post since feb that isnt a request 😍😍😍 how did i pull this out of my ass

- obv eren, mikasa, and armin have been besties since childhood so its no wonder they all got together first 🤩🙏

- and theyre all hot so why wouldnt they wanna date each other

- i think armin and eren wouldve gotten together first, and then invited mikasa into their relationship

- the three of them have been officially going steady for like over a year now, and its going really well

- they didnt really expect you to drop into their lives tho

- youre an old friend of historia's and you two reconnected after you moved to the city, securing yourself a decent paying job working as a writer for the city paper

- you usually get the boring stuff, never able to get a good story to write about, focusing your time on heartwarming stories in the community or the sports column

- its boring but it pays the bills

- you were thankful when historia called you during your lunch and asked if you wanted to get drinks at a bar with her and a couple of other friends

- of course you said yes

- so historia and her girlfriend ymir picked you up after work, having dinner with them after a long week was the best, but you were a bit nervous to meet all of their friends

- thats how you met eren, mikasa and armin

- at first you were sure that mikasa and eren were dating, seeing as mikasa had her head on the taller man's shoulder, while his arm was wrapped around her

- but when armin leaned down to give mikasa a kiss before heading off to the bar you werent so sure

- ymir pulled you away to get more drinks and explained to you what the situation was, while commenting on the way you gawked at the three of them before

- you were embarassed to say the least but they didnt bring it up that night so you hoped the throuple didnt notice (they did)

- you really hit it off with all of them though, especially sasha and jean, and were constantly talked about among the friend group

- because of your demanding job dealing with writers block and deadlines you couldnt really meet up with all of them often, usually just having sleepovers at ymir and historia's apartment, the three of you drinking while you wrote on your laptop

- after a couple months of casual hangouts with historia and ymir and their friends, you kinda became one of them too which was nice

- you were added to the groupchat, you all followed each other on social media, and a certain brunet had taken a liking to you

- eren didnt know why exactly he was so attracted to you but he was, maybe it was your hair, or how pretty your skin looked even when oily or with breakouts, maybe it was your smile or your body or your sense of humor or you kindness or maybe it was all of it

- eren jaeger would always stay faithful to his boyfriend and girlfriend, but maybe they could add another person into the mix, more to love right ?

- he had only known you for a couple of months though, he didnt want to jump the gun and bring this up with his partners so soon, especially if they didnt feel the same way he did

- and it would be a bummer if you turned out to be a bad person or smth

- so summer rolls around with lots of memories being made with your new friends, as well as friends from work, and you get a girlfriend ??

- shes not really your girlfriend you two have only been out on a couple of dates and she kisses you a lot but, you havent talked about labels

- one night you, along with your friends are back at the same bar where you first met them

"so, tell us about the girl youre seeing." ymir says, smirking over her beer.

eren's ears perked up at the mention of you seeing someone. "girl ?"

historia nodded. "mhm ! y/n's been talking to someone recently, they've gone on dates and kissed and stuff."

"and stuff, jesus tori you make it sound like we've had sex." you sighed.

the blonde just laughed, leaning her body onto her freckled companion.

"well ? what about her ?" eren asks. armin slapped him on the arm, already having suspicions about eren's interest in you.

your shoulders sagged. "well, she's great and everything, truly..."

"but ? is there a but in this ?" connie asked. sasha started laughing at connie's use of the word but, while jean slapped the girl on the arm because of her reaction.

you shrugged, swirling what was left of your fruity cocktail in your glass. "well, i'm not sure. she's very lively, and sweet. but i don't know, i just don't see myself being able to be in a steady relationship with her."

"so you're gonna end it ?" eren asked. you thought he seemed a bit too eager about your failure in the love department.

"why do you care so much ? you like the thought of me being lonely ?" you shot back, before downing the rest of your drink.

"no i just-"

"i think what eren means is," mikasa intervened, her smooth voice calming you as she looked at you with a smile on her face. "is that there's no point in staying with her if you can't see yourself with her. don't lead her on."

you nodded. "you're exactly right my friend. which is the plan for tonight because i," you quickly checked the time on your phone. 8:17. "have a date with miss molly at nine, so i will be taking my leave."

the group engaged in a chorus of boos for leaving so early, while you chuckled and took the lighthearted insults thrown at you by sasha and connie with ease. grabbing all of your things you put down two twenties onto the table. "i'll see you guys later, have a goodnight." as you walked off you heard jean yell "have a good time you heartbreaker !" making you shake your head

- the date with molly went less then well. she yelled, and cried, and even tried hitting you at one point. your walk back from the park was spent blocking her on every form of social media you followed her on, and when you got back to your apartment you spent the night in a hot bath before retiring to bed

- meanwhile, armin and mikasa were trying to pry the truth out of eren, who was constantly denying his attraction to you

- finally mikasa took one for the team "eren, you aren't alone with the way you feel, i do too." this made eren more willing to open up to his partners

- armin doesnt say anything about you, only saying how youre kind. he doesnt feel the way that his girlfriend and boyfriend do, but he knows that may change

- soon enough, more time flies and christmas rolls around, with you all deciding to have a secret santa get together.

- historia invites everyone to her home on christmas eve, with ymir begrudgingly allowing it

- bertholdt and annie come too, reiner not being able to make it due to going home for christmas, while everyone else decided to stay in the city

- you picked out your secret santas at the beginning of november so you would all have enough time to find something for each other, you hoped whoever picked your name gave you something good

- after hours of games and karaoke and drinking you all decided it was time to open the presents

- ymir got socks from bertholdt, connie got an ugly beanie from ymir, historia got new pens from mikasa, mikasa got knitting needles from annie, annie got a dumbell from eren, jean got a not so appropriate t shirt from connie, jean gave sasha more comic books, armin gave new stationary paper to bertholdt, sasha gifted you that new biography you've been wanting to read and you gave armin your old copy of frankenstein by mary shelley

- he was surprised but very thankful, "how did you know i needed a new copy ?" "well i remember you said eren spilt water on your old one, and the pages just stuck together so i thought you might as well have mine"

- it warmed armin's heart that you remembered something so insignificant, and opened him up to the thought of being with you

- the rest of the night was spent with hugs and thankfulness, cheering when the clock struck 12 and it became christmas day

- after getting things cleaned up everyone decided it was time to leave, with armin, eren and mikasa offering to give you a ride home

- a ride where armin straight up kissed you in the backseat

- you stopped him of course, thinking that it was weird he would cheat on his partners right in front of them, while they were shocked all on their own for different reasons, armin who didnt have feelings for you KISSED you

- and surprisingly armin took the lead in explaining how he felt, why he kissed you, an apology for doing so, and an offer to start dating all three of them

- your heart was pounding in your ears and your entire face felt hot, it was probably the alcohol, or the way his lips felt so soft when they touched yours, so you said yes.

- its not smooth sailing from there

- youre kind of awkward

- this is your first relationship where you really feel like you could love these guys (you already do) but its also your first relationship with multiple people

- the trio start inviting you over more often, soon for sleepovers, and start inviting themselves over at your own place, mainly eren

- he just comes at random times, sometimes when youre not even there and waits for you, or stays and cleans up a bit before leaving

- armin and you share a deep love of literature, and you often find yourselves in hot debates about whatever youve read (mikasa and eren have to pry you two away before things get physical)

- mikasa likes to cook with you, she shares recipes that her mom taught her, and her and armin love to cook dinner together whereas eren is the breakfast maker of the household

- the first time you slept in the same bed as them you were so nervous your whole body thumped to the tune of your heartbeat, you were convinced armin could even hear it as he was laying beside you, but eren wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his large chest before whispering "youre as stiff as a board, relax honey"

- eren snores, mikasa drools, armin has those dreams where you fall and then violently wake up before you hit the ground

- slowly but surely you stop thinking about your relationship as the trio and you, but as all of you together, and that really helps you come out of your shell a bit

- you may still be in the honeymoon phase, and there may be bumps along the way, but you like being with armin, eren, and mikasa. they make you so happy, it feels like the happiest youve been in a long time

- you like watching eren and armin dance in the living room while you and mikasa cuddle on the couch, before the boys pull you two up as well

- you like when armin reads to you, his soft voice reciting the words of the great gatsby

- you like it when eren can just tell youve had a rough day, and pulls you into a hug like hes protecting you from all the bad things in the world

- you love being with them. you love them. and you think that theyre it for you

i rushed the ending bc im fucking tired but i kinda wanna do a poly!series with like sasha, connie and jean, or annie, bertholdt and reiner, or any other poly ships u guys may request !

so yeah pls give me feedback it rlly helps me figure out whether you want a polyamorous series (or just like what i write in general), and it would be my first series ever which would be super cool anyways

yeah requests open for poly!ships anyways

[jossambird]

Foursome for Some

FOUR PERSON FUNTIME! 18++

(NO BROTHER X BROTHER )

Female Reader x Otto, Female Reader x Oscar, Female Reader x Axel

Fuck, you needed it, needed the release, needed the sweet feeling of your orgasm crawling up your spine like an icicle on skin, making you gasp out in pleasure-

But it never came, never dawned on you, your fingers deep within your aching wet core as the other hand rubbed your clit, barely contained mewls and moans leaving you.

Every since they had showed up to your door seeking a place to stay whilst they finished their Mission, you had been plagued by thoughts of them all touching you, fucking you in each and every position in your stolen home.

When your room door had cracked open, you hadn’t thought, hadn’t realized what you were doing, mind too numbingly gone to realize you had just told whoever to enter.

It was Otto and Oscar, eyes widening almost comically wide, and if you currently weren’t desperately trying to make yourself cum, you would have laughed. The first to move away from your door was the handsome Oscar, hands already pulling his top off and throwing it to the floor, walking closer to your bed with determination in his eyes.

“Oh Y/N, desperate to cum?” He asked, smirking as you nodded tiredly, hands stopping from your attempts.

“Oh my god, I'm sorry if you heard me-“ You groaned out in humiliation, words cut off as Oscar came closer, eyes boring into your own.

“Otto and I would be delighted to help you, if you want.” He uttered, taking in the breathtakingly beautiful flush that painted your cheeks at his words.

“I- you can't be serious, you would do that?” You stuttered out, heart beating against your ribcage like to the beat of drums, your most wanted fantasy right before your eyes. Your simmering eyes flickered back to Otto who only smiled and nodded as he approached the pair of you, large hands pulling away his suspenders, the outline of his hard cock strained against his pants.

“Say the word, and we will älskling.” Otto said as he neared closer, letting his clothes hit the ground as Oscar hurried to drop his remaining clothes as well.

They were absolutely gorgeous, muscled and scars running along their skin, begging for attention.

“Ah ah, another time. For now, we help you.” Oscar said with a laugh, seeming to have understood your lingering gaze.

In moments, you found yourself squeezed between the two brothers, Otto behind you and Oscar at your front, a hand on each of them as they kissed and touched your heated skin, moans and groans leaving you all.

You could feel Otto’s hot erection against your backside, grinding up against it before deciding you wanted more and bending forward onto Oscar, ass pressing onto the tallest Swede. He groaned, hands rising to massage your hips and ass as you moved against him.

“What do you like älskling?” He begged, fingers trailing down against your ass and to your drenched folds, touching you lightly.

“O-only my pussy, please.” You groaned out of embarrassment, wondering suddenly with anxiety if he was more of an ass man, face pressing into Oscar’s abdomen to avoid their gazes.

“Easy Älskade, we would never do anything you don’t like.” Oscar said seriously as he bent your face up, wanting you to know how serious they were. You gazed up at him on your hands and knees, breath stuck in your throat at the sheer adoration you had for these men.

“Never force yourself älskling.” Otto spoke quietly as he kissed your back, laughing against your skin as you grinded on him once more, eager to be filled by the gentle man behind you. The youngest Swede smirked, massaging your cheeks with affection with his thumbs as Otto entered your wet core, gasps leaving your sweet lips as he pushed in slowly.

-

Axel entered your warm home, ears picking up on soft sounds exiting your open bedroom room. He had gone out for a surprise, wanting to surprise you after noting how drained you had seemed these last days. As he pulled off his coat, glacial eyes searched for his brothers wondering if-

“Ahh!”

He froze, eyes turning back down the hall, body lighting ablaze as he heard it again, the sound of your soft gasps and grunts from his brothers sounding out into the otherly quiet home.

Slowly, he stepped closer to your door, thoughts running rampage as he tried to imagine what was happening, what he would see, what compromising position you would be in. Would you be in positions he had dreamt of you doing, on your knees sucking either of his brothers off? It was only when the floorboards squeaked under his weight did the eldest Swede realize he had stepped closer, eyes landing on the scene before him.

On your knees and hands, hips held by Otto as the man slid out of you slowly and held by Oscar, hands holding your face as you licked his erection. It was only once Otto noticed him standing there did the tall Swede slide back into your core, allowing his brother to hear the delicious sounds you made.

“She wants you to stay.” Otto groaned out as he felt your heavenly core grip him, feeling the raw energy within you as you noticed his brother’s appearance. He knew you absolutely wanted this, feeling your body vibrate under his palms. Unsure if out of excitement or anxiety, he paused, bending down softly to kiss your back again, peppering your skin in love.

“Excuse me?” Axel uttered, eyes never leaving your heavenly face, watching the way it twisted as Otto slowly rose once more and fucked you gently, your hands gripping Oscar’s thighs.

“Want him to stay älskade?” Oscar whispered to you, waiting for your nod before smirking widely, loving the way you panted against his abs.

Axel wasn’t sure what Otto and Oscar had whispered to you, but he craved it, craved to place his lips upon your skin, craved to touch you in ways that made you cry out.

“She wants you.” Oscar spoke in English, free hand massaging your cheek as the other held his hard cock straight for you. Axel’s eyes darted down, watching your tongue connect with Oscar’s erection, a moan escaping you as Otto massaged your skin.

The fire of want within him burned, ravaging his insides as he watched you, watched the way Otto held onto you, fucking you softly.

Would he have done differently? Would he have gone soft on you, holding you like a treasure, speaking words only spoken in prays, devotion spilling from his tongue?

Anything you would want, he would give. If you begged for him to fuck you rough, he would, making sure you enjoyed it the whole time.

He approached, hands quick to pull his shirt out of his pants, the white material falling to the ground. His brothers grinned, waiting for your reaction at seeing the Swede hurry over, waiting to feel your excitement mount even more.

“Keep going, don’t stop fucking her.” Axel announced after a beat, watching as your eyes finally opened and turned towards him. Your eyes shined in the dim room light, cheeks and neck a deep shade of pink, hands still on Oscar’s thighs as Otto resumed his careful movements, softly gliding in and out of your dripping pussy. Axel pulled the small seat you kept in the corner of your room closer, hands quick to shed his remaining clothing.

When had been the last time he had been this hard? He couldn’t remember, but the eldest Swede was sure his multiple morning fantasies had come close, remembering how desperate he had been many times, the memory of biting into his hand to keep quiet fresh in his mind.

“Y/N, keep looking at me, only me.” Axel whispered as he lowered himself in your loveseat, the sound vibrating within you. Otto groaned as he pushed in fully, pausing a moment as you shivered.

“Do you want me to watch, or join in, kärlek?” The stoic Swede asked, eyes flickering to your behind before meeting your gaze once more, heart softening at the way you shook your head.

“It is okay Älskade, do not be scared.” Oscar uttered as he felt you tense momentarily, hand trailing up and down your back.

“I would never do anything without your consent, Y/N.” Axel spoke, eyes flickering to Otto before turning back to you, adoring the way your eyes fluttered close as his brother resumed fucking you.

Of course you knew he wouldn’t, knew he would never seek to hurt you like others had on the past.

Axel, stoic but cold, meticulous in his missions, killing targets without so much as a blink of an eye. You knew though, knew what laid beneath his carefully built mask, knew the thoughts he tried to hide, to suffocate. Too many times had you seen him watching you, watching the way your hands folded laundry, watching the way your hips moved as you walked away.

“I know Axel, I know.” You croaked, voice rising as you moaned, adoring the way Otto’s cock slid inside you. He filled you to the brim, dragging his amazing cock back and forth as his hands held you in such adoration you could cry. Oscar, the usual excited and daring brother, remained still, never pushing you, allowing you all the time in the world. You watched his hand move up and down his cock, hearing the chuckle that left his delicious lips.

“Do you like what you see, Älskade? You do this to me, no one else.” Oscar moaned, holding himself tighter at your heavy gaze. He barely had time to react, a groan leaving his lips as you surged forward, lips wrapping fully around his cock. Otto followed you, hips speeding up as you bobbed forward and back, cheek hallowed as you sucked the youngest Swede with every intention to bring him over the brink.

“Look at you, so naughty, so eager.” Axel groaned beside you, rough palm meeting his own erection as he took in your magnificence. Too many times had he imagined the sounds you would make, bouncing off your rooms walls.

You moaned in response, one hand on Oscar’s hip and the other supporting yourself, mouth too occupied to answer him.

“I bet you are drenched Kärlek, so hot and heavenly, squeezing my brother tight, aren’t you?” Axel asked in a low tone as he leaned forward, taking in the way your back curved at his words. Touch turning desperate, Axel jerked himself faster, following the way Otto slammed into you now. He held you, words of praise and adoration in Swedish leaving the tall man’s lips.

“For how long have you been wanting this, darling little Y/N?” Axel continued, eyes flickering to Oscar as the youngest man growled softly before pulling your mouth away from his cock, visibly wanting to stall his own orgasm.

“Far too long!” You moaned out before you gasped in surprise, feeling Otto pull out of you fully. You blinked, wondering what had happened until you understood, watching as Axel rose from his spot.

Axel and Oscar nudged you, rough weathered hands pushing you down onto your back. They looked absolutely and irrevocably handsome, all three watching you in equal amounts of desire and affection.

Now, it didn’t take more than a second for you to understand what they wanted to do, Axel situating himself between your thighs, Otto and Oscar above your head.

“So fucking handsome, all three of you-“ You tried to say, moaning loudly as Axel pushed against your aching entrance, hands reverently touching your thighs as he lifted one into the air and rested your ankle onto his shoulder, holding it against him. The angle was bliss, making everything tingle as he pushed further in, stormy gray eyes greedily drinking in your passionate gaze looking back at him.

You wasted no time, hands reaching above you and grabbing ahold of Oscar and Otto’s hard cocks, noises of surprise spilling out from between their lips as you jerked them off. They preened at your touch, hips flexing forward as you touched them. All of them watched your body, taking in the way your breasts moved with Axel’s thrusts.

It didn’t take long for you to start feeling it deep within you, the heat climbing in your core and into your stomach, gasps exiting you as you felt it. As if he knew, Axel’s hand reached down, rubbing your clit as he grunted, hips stuttering against your own.

“Let go Älskling, it's okay.” Otto moaned overtop of you, loving the way you gripped him and looked up at him, your eyes begging him to be kissed. Teeth softly sunk into his bottom lip as you let go of his and Oscar’s cocks, hands reaching up instead to hold his face.

“I want you and Oscar to cum on my chest first.” You moaned against his upside down lips, swallowing his delicious grunt as he did as asked and jerked his hard erection, bending back up.

“Oscar, you too.” You smirked as you turned to him, laying a hand on each Swede’s thigh as they came onto your soft skin, grunts and sighs leaving them as they did.

Axel couldn’t turn his gaze away, watching with rapt attention as his brothers coated your breasts and stomach, cum leaking down your skin.

“Your turn kärlek.” He muttered deeply as he brought one of your hands to your clit, his own hands holding your hips tight as he rammed into you, wanting to see you shiver under him.

A gasp escaped you as you got closer and closer, eyes shutting tightly while it mounted.

“So beautiful Älskade, painted in our pleasure. You can do it.” Oscar whispered with a smirk, lifting a hand to gently palm your breast closest to him.

It almost surprised Axel how reverent Oscar looked at you, his brother’s eyes glued on your visage, twisting in pleasure and need. Oscar seemed dedicated as he bent down and whispered secret words into your ear, rough hand coating his fingers in his and Otto’s seed and bringing them to your clit, helping you touch yourself faster.

Otto smiled and kissed your hand that outstretched out to him, holding him tightly as you came undone, core gripping Axel tightly. It didn’t take long for the eldest Swede to find himself at his own pleasure's precipice, pulling out just on time to cum onto your body, panting as he gripped your thighs.

The noise of a weak hiccup surprised and worried them all, eyes flittering back to your face to make sure you were okay, only to see you smiling widely, tears leaking down your face.

“I've never been treated better in my life.” You laughed, smiling even more as Axel audibly sighed out in relief, rising to fetch you a clean towel.

“You were incredible, so good for us.” Otto smiled, leaning down to kiss you one last time before stepping away to turn on the shower.

You turned your head to watch Oscar as he gracefully accepted the towel Axel passed him, eyes landing on you once more as he cleaned you gently.

“Next time, I would very much like to feel just how tight you are älskade, if you would allow it.” Oscar said, eyes wandering down your body as if to commit it to memory.

You smiled and sat up, arms reaching out to grab Oscar’s head and pull yourself into his lap, lips trailing against his ear.

“When will you be ready for a second round?” You whispered sensually before gasping out loudly as he laid you down in a hurry, already disappearing down your body and tongue between your folds in excitement.

You looked up and looked back, smiling as Otto and Axel approached you once more.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Californian Dream (Pt. 04 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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Distance

In the morning, you tiptoe to the living room, but everything you find of Billy is a small note left on the kitchen table. He's at work and must be back by 5 or 6 pm. He said you can make something for lunch, and that he'll bring dinner. So, now that you're alone, you can't help but think. The names of those who died to keep playing back, and Gisele's is the one that comes louder. You feel bad for all the times you were mean to her, when you left her talking alone, storming away. But it's useless to feel this way now. It won't bring her back.

You're pacing around the living room, the news channel on, as they repeat the same things over and over. When you put both hands on your head, out of desperation, you feel as Billy's shirt lifts a little, exposing your thighs. And you realize you'll need clothes. And all your personal stuff. “Ame.” You mutter, going to the phone and calling home. As usual, it's Amelia who answers, and she squeals, happy to know you're fine. After telling her everything that happened and where you'll be staying, you start giving the instructions. Well, she's the one to point out what you'll need and how to cover up who you are.

The goal is to remain hidden, but you won't be stuck inside the apartment. So you need to look different, and for that, Amelia advises you to buy new clothes, normal clothes, instead of using the ones you have. And she kindly offers to buy everything you'll need and bring them over later today. She'll also bring all of your personal stuff. And money. Amelia tells you to keep some money with you, in case you need it. You're not sure what for, but you agree.

She gets here after lunch, with three huge pieces of baggage, and she helps you drag them to Billy's bedroom. Then, after you change out of Billy's shirt, she shows off the last part of her plan. Amelia wants to dye your hair and cut off a few inches. You don't think it's necessary, but she's worried about the situation, and for the sake of the woman who raised you, you let her do it. Once she's done, she helps you clean the bathroom before leaving, giving you a tight hug and asking you to keep in touch and be careful.

Then the rest of the day is pretty boring. You do give some trips to the bathroom, just to check the hair. It's nice having your natural color back, but you never thought it would be in these circumstances.

You're watching the news again, seating on the couch, when the door opens. Turning your head, you give Billy a small smile. When his eyes find you, he furrows his eyebrows. It takes a while for you to understand why the confused expression.

“Oh! It was Amelia.” Quickly, you explain, standing on your feet and noticing the pizza he brought. “I called her and she helped me get some stuff done and well...” You gesture at your hair. “I've been bleaching it since Elementary school so I bet nobody will recognize me now. Amelia is probably the only one who remembers my natural color but... This is it.” You're speaking too much, and maybe a little too fast, but you're not sure why. “What do you think?”

He squints his eyes, moving to put the pizza on the table. “I think you're already planning on going out.” Well, obviously. He can't possibly expect you to stay locked up in here.

“I was talking about the hair, but ok.” Shrugging your shoulders, you gesture at the pizza. “Can I eat it?”

“Yeah. I'll take a shower.”

“I'll wait for you then.”

“Alright.” Billy stands there for a few seconds, awkwardly, before walking to the bedroom. “The hair is good, by the way.”

“Thanks.” You mutter, smiling a little.

“(Y/N)!” He calls out suddenly, startling you. “Why is there a bag full of money on my bed?”

“Oh!” Rushing to his bedroom, you find a very confused Billy. You left the dark blue bag on the edge of the bed, and you completely forgot about it. “Amelia said I should have money with me, just in case I need it.” Running a hand through your hair, you sigh. “But, uhm, if you need or want to buy something, you can, I mean... It's fifty-seven thousand dollars.” Reaching out inside that bag, you take one of the many piles. “Every pile has one thousand... So if I fall and break a bone you can use it to pay the hospital.

“Break a bone? Should I worry about that?”

“Just trying to light up the mood.” Giggling, you glance at him. “I won't jump from the window or anything. And those are my things.” You gesture, at the pieces of luggage. “Amelia got me new clothes. Normal clothes, not the expensive ones my mother makes me buy.”

“Amelia has everything figured out.”

“She does... I'll let you do your stuff.” Nodding to yourself, you walk away. You can't help but feel a little weird with all this, and the sensation of being nothing but a bother to Billy is starting to kick in.

You patiently wait for him, watching the news again. And the content of the tape was finally made known. And it's not good. Everyone was expecting a normal rescue. They'd say how much they want, get paid, and let the kids go. But apparently, that's not how it'll be.

“(Y/N).” The mention of your name startles you, your heart skipping a beat, and that's when you notice how focused you were. “Everything alright?”

“No.” You breathe out as Billy turns the TV off. “They have thirteen kids, right? It means they want thirteen parts. They'll let the media know how much, and when they get paid, they'll release one. Whoever they want. It doesn't mean that the Whaylands will get James out if they pay up.”

“These guys know what they're doing.” Billy looks down, thoughtful. “This will create chaos between the families.”

“Yeah... I'm even glad I'm stuck here because I wouldn't want to be anywhere near that mess.” Standing from the couch, you move to the kitchen table. “Can I?”

“Sure.”

Drumming your fingers on the table, you sit down, thinking about everyone they got. Alice, James, Daniel. Melissa, Candace. Michael, Antony, and Ryan. There are more... But you can't remember. Where are they now? Are they hungry? Are they being treated nicely? You doubt it. By the violence those men showed, they're not being nice. It could've been you, who knows where now, maybe starving, terrified... They're not your friends. They're just people you know, but still, you want them all back, alive and well. You want to hug them, to talk to them again, even if it means being part of their superficial conversations. You just want to have the chance to.

“Hey,” Billy calls, and you snap out of your thoughts, noticing you were biting your lip too harshly. “You ok?”

“Yeah.” Muttering, you take a slice of pizza, taking a bite.

“What did you have for lunch?” The question comes in a careful tone. Low and steady. He knows what you're thinking about.

But you can't answer it. It only hits you now that you haven't eaten anything all day, and the pain in your stomach is only surrendering because you're eating now. So you clear your throat, giving Billy a look. “Uhm... I haven't.”

“What?” He puts his slice down, a serious face on. “Couldn't you find anything you like?”

“That's not it I... I was watching the news all day and the police did next to nothing.” Gesturing at the TV, you sigh. “And I just can't understand how those big ass vans just disappeared into the night. It's just... One of the three people who were in the hospital died. Five of those working in the kitchens died in the explosion. They found the bodies today, and I just... I just wasn't hungry...” Maybe you should just say the last part. Billy doesn't need to know how desperate you feel.

“(Y/N), you gotta eat. What would your father say if he knew–”

“Billy, I need you to stop thinking about my father.” Cutting him off, you push some of your hair back, out of your face. He has to stop doing that. You don't want to be a job, you don't want him to see you as someone he has to look after. “What? Do you think I'll give him daily reports on my routine?” Making a pause, you take another bite, now a little annoyed. When you swallow it down, you stare at Billy again. “Day one. I woke up in Billy's bed, wearing one of his shirts. He left a cute note. I spent the whole day watching the news, freaking out a little, crying a little. Them Billy came back and brought me pizza.” You make sure to sound as annoyed as you feel. “Day two...”

“Maybe you should do that.” He says, those blue eyes locked on yours. Why is he staring at you like that, so intensely? Is he doing that thing again, trying to understand you? Because he always succeeds.

“Maybe you're crazy.” Shaking your head, you focus on the pizza again, silently finishing your slice. It might be so weird for him. Billy doesn't bring girls here, and here you are, invading his private life, stealing his bed. “The bed is yours today.”

“Alright.”

“Yeah...” As you take a second slice, you remember the gala. From the moment he picked you up until right before the explosion. It was easy talking to Billy, you didn't have to think before speaking. It was... Good. Effortless. You couldn't stop smiling, and you did wish you could hang out with him more. You felt free from all the rules and regulations, finally able to be someone genuine. Not the fake version you present to people.

But now... It's weird, uncomfortable. You did expect it to change as the days go by, but it didn't.

You started to count, obviously. Day three, day four... And it only got worse, if that's even possible. He always brings something to dinner, and you eat silently on the kitchen table, only to sit on the couch for a while, as far from the other as possible, and watch TV in silence. It's like two strangers sharing a roof, and you slowly give up the idea of this being something good. It isn't. Billy doesn't want you here, that's pretty clear. And it got even more obvious after the weekend. You told him he could go out if he wanted to, but he didn't. And it was just the same. Few words were spoken, a cold distance kept. He's like someone else entirely, not the same Billy from the beach.

And on the eighth day, you had enough. So you wait for Billy to go to bed, since it's his turn, and wait an hour before tiptoeing to the phone. Amelia is the only one you can talk to, whose advice you trust. So you call the private line she keeps in her bedroom, nervously biting your lip as you wait for her to pick up.

“Hello. Who's this?”

“Ame. It's me.” You whisper, giving the hall a look before turning around, leaning against the wall. “I'm sorry to call so late but I needed to talk.”

“Of course, honey. You know you can call me whenever you need.” When you were at the house, you used to bug her even late at night when you needed help, or just to rant about something. She was always there. “What's going on?”

“Uhm... Ame, this... This isn't working. Living with Billy is... Complicated.”

“Why?” You hear something in the back, maybe a glass being put down. “I remember you were getting along just fine since the day he saved you from drowning.” She giggles. “I saw you going around with him, laughing and chatting.”

Sighing, you shake your head a little. It was different back then. You don't know how, but you know it was. “Yeah, but he just... It just...” Damn it. Of all people you know, if you had to pick someone to do this, as crazy and insane as it is, you'd pick Billy. In any other house, those mansions, you'd have to act on your best behavior, participate in those formal rites for every meal, be always polite and kind. Here, you thought it would be better. You thought you'd have fun, as you used to on those days, with funny comments and quick remarks. Now... You don't know. “Billy doesn't want me here.” You burst out, keeping your voice low.

“Why do you think that?”

“He's just... Distant. Cold.” Why does it bother you so much? The Billy you met before was the one treating you as his boss. One of the owners of one of the houses he works on. What did you think? That he'd keep the act? “I'm an inconvenience. He's just doing that because my father will pay him in the end and no, I have no idea why it bothers me so much, but I just... I thought it'd at least be nice, but it isn't so...”

“(Y/N), Billy is a guy. I'm sure he's just making sure you don't feel uncomfortable.” She speaks slow, and you start bouncing your leg nervously.

“Amelia, I don't want him to fall in love with me, ok? I just thought we'd become friends or something like that.” The words come out fast, and you're a little pissed. “Billy doesn't want me here.” You repeat.

“Why does it bother you so much?”

“Because I had a nice time with him.” You burst out, throwing your free hand in the air. “He's so different from the idiots I'm surrounded by. I don't have to fake it, I can just say the stupid things that come to my head and I never had anyone I could be myself with. And God, I was so stupid to think this would be fun, or...” Taking a deep breath, your voice fades as you collect your thoughts. Moving from the wall, you start pacing around. “I'll just look for some apartment to rent, Ame. I don't want to be–” The sentence is cut short when you see a figure standing by the end of the table. Your eyes go wide, a hand on your heart as you recognize Billy, arms crossed, his eyes on you. “Ame, I'll have to go. Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Alright, honey. Try talking to Billy before making any decisions.”

“Ok. Good night.” You mumble before hanging up. Swallowing hard, you step back, leaning against the countertop. “Did you... Hear anything?” That's a stupid question, of course he did. He wouldn't be looking so pissed if he didn't. But it doesn't matter. This gotta be over soon, so you both will feel better.

“From the very beginning.” He says, tilting his head at the phone. “Heard you talking to someone and decided to check.”

“Ok.” Nodding to yourself, you look down at your feet. “I was thinking and I believe it will better if I look for some place I can rent around here. But don't worry, I won't tell my father so you'll still be paid.” As you speak, you make your way back to the couch, but Billy grabs your arm, forcing you to stop.

“So you think I don't want you here,” Billy mutters, his face lit up by the bluish light coming from the TV. He's gorgeous, so gorgeous that it's hard to say something to his face.

“That's crystal clear, Billy.” Giving your arm a pull, he let it go. “You said it yourself, you don't bring girls to your place and you were forced into having me here and I totally get that you don't like it.” Turning your back at him, you sit on the couch, eyes on the TV, but not paying any attention.

“You got it wrong.”

“I don't think so.”

“I just...” He makes a pause, so long it makes you look up at him. “I'm trying to give you some space.”

“Well, you gave me so much space it actually feels like I'm living alone.” Angrily, you move to lie down, fixing the blanket on your legs. “It'll better if I just move out.”

“Listen, I know you don't like this place.” Billy turns the TV off, and if it wasn't for the dim light coming from the street, you'd be in complete darkness. “It's tiny, your bedroom is bigger than this apartment.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“Remember when the railing of your balcony was broken by a storm? I fixed it.”

You remember it. There was a huge summer storm, and a branch was ripped from a nearby tree, knocking down half of your railing. When you came back home on the next day, it was fixed. But you'd never guess it was Billy. “Thanks.”

“You don't have to thank me for doing my job.”

“Goddamn it, Billy.” Kicking the blankets away, you stand up. “Stop treating me like some rich chick! Stop putting words in my mouth and stop saying I can't thank you for doing something!” You're yelling, despite the late hour. The neighbors won't like it. “You never asked me what I think about your place so you can't possibly know if I like it or not. And yes, thank you for fixing my railing, thank you for keeping my pool clean, for cleaning the leaves, for... Hell, for sheltering me! But it's getting tiring. I thought you'd treat me like a normal girl like you did on the beach, but I get it now that it was just an act so I'll just leave.” That said, you're already in motion, not sure why. But you're unlocking the door and storming out, furious, easily finding the stairs and rushing down.

“(Y/N)!” Ignoring Billy, you don't stop, wiping some tears that escaped when you push the building doors open, the fresh night air making your breath in deeply.

You're overwhelmed. There's nothing new about the kidnappings. The criminals asked two million dollars for the first kid, but that was it. The police can't seem to get any closer to finding them, and the same goes to the many private investigators on the case. And the only good thing that came out of this shit, being with the only person on Earth with who you felt like you could be yourself, backfired. You feel stupid, deceived. Walking down the sidewalk, you roll your eyes when you hear the building doors banging, quickening your pace.

“(Y/N).”

“You wanted to give me space. Then give me some freaking space.” Your voice is cracking, which only makes you feel more like an idiot.

“Alright. I'm sorry, ok?” He raises his voice, and soon enough he's grabbing your arm. But you push him away until he let it go. “I shouldn't assume you would turn out to be like the other girls. You're not like any of the rich kids I met.”

“You don't have to do it now. You made everything very clear.”

“Would you listen?” Billy furrows his eyebrows, stepping back, a hand on his head. “I have this habit of expecting the worse, it always kept me from being caught with the guard down. But I'll admit I was wrong about you.” Avoiding his gaze, you pace around, not sure if you want to believe it. “I had a nice time with you too. That was the worst party I've ever been to, but it was good to know there's someone from their world who isn't completely rotten on the inside.”

You don't know why but the insult makes you giggle. But it's only because he's right. The fact that they're being held hostage doesn't change how some of those people are mean and rude. Their situation doesn't change who they are. And, being born into what Billy called ‘their world’, made you see the worst side of everyone. Money corrupts weak minds, you've seen it. The more they have, the more they want.

“Fine then...” Finally turning to face him, you sigh. “What now?”

Billy reaches out his hand, and you look at it, not moving yet. “First, let's get inside. You're in pajamas in the middle of the sidewalk.”

That makes you laugh, looking down and taking in the leggings and the baggy shirt you're wearing which leaves one of your shoulders exposed. “My mother would literally squeal if she saw me now.”

“She doesn't have to know.” That makes you smile even more, and you feel like you just got a glimpse of the Billy you were with at the beach. So you take his hand, breathing in, and letting him guide you back inside.

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[shizuu-chann]

Here's another ramble about a video game that's, like, 7 years old, but I didn't get into video games until 2018, so leave me alone, lol. I have to rant about Witcher 3 for a moment. Please feel free to discuss with me, but don't be an ass. This is also SUPER rambly, so feel free to scroll past and ignore this if it's not your thing.

I'm going to talk about the endings of the game, so if you hate spoilers, perhaps look elsewhere.

As a lover of BioWare games (namely Dragon Age and Mass Effect), I feel like it should come as no surprise that I love memorable, character-driven stories and happy endings. (I'm not here to talk about whether or not happy endings are "realistic." I don't care. Life is sad enough, so I like happy endings in the media I consume.) That being said, I really wish I could mix and match the endings in Witcher 3. (I've never read the books and I don't have any interest in watching the show, so I mostly only pay attention to the events of the game. They exist in a vacuum for me.) I haven't decided whether or not I prefer Yennifer or Triss as Geralt's ultimate romantic partner. On the one hand, I'm a sucker for the kind of romances Yen and Geralt have. Longstanding, sacrificial (as in, they would die for each other if it came down to it; from what I understand, they did in the books. I know I said the games exist in a vacuum, but history between characters is a little different), a sort of unwavering chemistry. However, I do not love the Good/Best Ends of game if you romance Yen. That they both retire somewhere bores me. I also don't love Yen's personality, despite the fact that I love her on her own. With Geralt, she feels a little too judgemental, too demanding. Furthermore, I want Geralt to continue witching! It's one of the things that makes him super interesting for me!

Now, Yen is my preference in that I prefer her physical appearance. I love dark hair and violet eyes. I read so many YA novels when I was in high school, and even New Adult and romance novels as a 20-something, where the main female character has red hair, and I'm kind over it. That's not to say I dislike redheads, because that's just untrue, but just for me, I've realized my preferences and I don't think there's anything wrong with that. I guess it boils down to I feel like there's deeper emotions between Yennifer and Geralt than Triss and Geralt, and the fact that I prefer Yen's dark, curly hair and her voice over Triss'.

However, I prefer Triss' personality over Yennifer's. Triss, to me, feels like she values Geralt more, and genuinely wants him to be happy. (I don't think Yen wants Geralt to be miserable by any means, but this is just what I've observed.) Her love for him feels sweeter, if that makes sense. I little fluffier. If Yen and Geralt's love is intense and dramatic, Triss and Geralt's feel fluffy and sweet by comparison. I also love their ending, where they both move to Kovir so Triss can be the magical adviser for whoever it was and Geralt still takes on witcher contracts, still WANTS to be on the Path. And that's what I don't understand. What's so different between these romances that he wants to abandon the Path when with Yen, but continue on it with Triss? I don't really get it, and it feels like a plot error by the writers more than a deliberate choice that makes sense. Like, they wanted to endings to be different, but changed Geralt's preference based on who he ends up with. I suppose it could be said that each lady brings out a different side of him, and I think that's true, but my opinion is that I still think he would take contracts, etc. even with Yennifer.

On to more end points that I wish I could mix and match: I wish the "best end," where Ciri becomes empress, was compatible with her remaining a witcher. Of course I understand that if she's an empress, she can't really go gallivanting across the countryside smiting monsters, being gone from her throne for weeks or months at a time, because she's got important empress shit to do, but still. I also don't understand the people who believe that Nilfgaard winning the war isn't good, ESPECIALLY if you put Ciri on the throne. I don't know a whole lot about Emhyr and Radovid (bc, again, never read the books and I've only played the third game), but I know they both suck ass in different ways. Emhyr is power hungry in the same way Radovid is, but Radovid is a raging lunatic on a witch hunt, literally. Sure, Nilfgaard has its flaws, but whenever Ciri takes the throne, she can change all the things about Nilfgaard that makes people hate them. She doesn't agree with a lot of the shit Nilfgaard does, as I understand. It will never be perfect, because politics are never perfect and never will be, but things can be better than they were.

I wanted to write all this out here to see if anyone felt similarly to me, or if not, I wanted to understand the reasoning behind differing opinions--even if I don't or won't agree with them. I thought about posting a discussion thread on Reddit regarding Nilfgaard versus Redania (especially when Ciri is empress), and Yennifer versus Triss, but discussions have abound there about both these topics, and they always end poorly. All those discussions area are 4 or more years old, so it feels like beating a dead horse more than it does on Tumblr, where fandom never dies. Lol As surprising as it may be to hear, people on Tumblr are more pleasant than on Reddit, and I feel better discussing these things here than there. I hope this was easy to understand. I realized while writing that I didn't really know what I was trying to write about, just that I had thoughts and opinions and needed to get them out.

[zocrzay]

I am coming clean and admitting I've had an unhealthy obsession these past few weeks analyzing the break up of Katie & Greg, my favorite ship from the entire Bachelor/ette franchise. I went down hard with this ship as it crashed and burned. From the beginning, I loved their chemistry and even if some say they were just trauma bonding over the passing of their fathers, I felt they had so much more going for them. I just figured out why I can't shake this pair out of my head.

Here it is: Katie & Greg remind me of Lizzie & Darcy from Pride & Prejudice, one of the greatest love stories ever told. The idea that a couple similar to a favorite fictional pairing could exist in real life had awakened the hopeless romantic in me.

Greg is totally Mr. Darcy. He is a family man, adorably awkward, reserved, internally tormented, but also deeply passionate. He's willing to dance to encourage affection.

Katie is like Lizzie. She is strong-willed, proud (maybe too proud), and has a sharp tongue. She gives no one permission to insult her. She loves her family even though they're embarrassing. Katie does not quite fit in with other women, but that is why she is so interesting.

The opposite personalities of Lizzie & Darcy made their playful banter and relationship dynamic so enjoyable. They challenged each others' ideas. They expanded each others' consciousness as they learned more about each other. This was synergy at its finest.

Katie is from hipster Seattle while Greg is from fuss-free Jersey - two very different worlds at opposite ends of America. They brought these worlds together in beautiful balance. When they split, the Bachelor Nation fandom was divided like a broken family. At least Greg owned up the error of his ways, but Katie seems dead set on hating him. Eventually, the false narratives she tells herself to keep her walls up will unravel . I hope she faces the facts and owns up to her part in the communication breakdown. When Greg was most vulnerable, Katie could not show a hint of honest affection. She accused him of giving up on the relationship moments after he confessed his love for her. Katie only spoke of herself as a prize to be won, but to Greg, she meant so much more than just that. I hope she realizes the profound truth in what Greg was trying to tell her the day he left her. True love is more than just keeping up appearances for a show and more than just physical attraction. It is more than just saying the words "I love you" or handing out roses. Katie and Greg were more than just two hot people who were mutually attracted to each other. They had divine harmony when they were together... until they were burned by the heat of their own fire.

It is nice to know Greg just wants Katie to be happy, but I do not believe Katie & Blake have the secret sauce. Good for them for having a lot of sex, but from what I know, that kind of connection is not long term sustainable. If banging each other is the main reason they're together, they'll eventually get bored. Blake fell in love so easily with two previous Bachelorettes and that cheapens his affection for Katie. I'm sure he can bounce back quickly if Katie left him. Sorry man. Blake seems like a great person, but his intellect does not seem to match hers ("You don't have to be great. You just have to be you." dafuq?). I thought she was smarter, but maybe her flippant use of the term 'gaslighting' proves otherwise. It is shamefully elitist to point that out, but honestly, their conversation was drab when they weren't talking about sex. There are a lot of hot horny ladies out there that Blake might have more chemistry with than her. He was not even sure he wanted to propose and it was mean to tease her in the proposal speech with "I don't think I can give you what you came here for". The Say Anything references were also cringeworthy. We did not see their love get tested. She was like a damsel in distress and Blake just swooped in to save her season of the show just because he happened to be there. It was quite dull. The 'conclusion' of their journey was really unsatisfying. Katie describing their love story as "perfect" just shows the lack of depth in their relationship.

Lizzie & Darcy were such beloved characters because they were both flawed. They both made mistakes, but because of their love, they were willing to overcome their pride and their prejudice. They corrected course and became the best versions of themselves at the end of the story before choosing to be together. "I was wrong" are three words that make the words "I love you" so much more meaningful. True love is transformational. Feelings of attachment are not true love unless there is consciousness. The best love stories are not about lovers conquering outside forces, but conquering their own inner demons. People truly in love consciously choose to grow together in spirit, not in spite of their imperfections, but because of them.

Greg was impatient and had unrealistic expectations. He should have given Katie more chances to figure out what he was saying. Maybe she found his desperation unattractive. Maybe if he helped her off the floor and said goodbye properly, she might have flown out to Jersey to go after him. Katie was shallow when she could only say "I just love looking at you" and spoke to Greg as if he were just a contestant on a game show. It seemed as if his pain was just an inconvenience to her. She seemed untrustworthy. If she had stronger feelings for Blake or was still undecided, openly expressing that to Greg would have been more respectable than stringing him along to dump him later. If Greg was the one she wanted the most, she looked incredibly fickle switching her affection to whoever was still available. Most people have not been in her situation, so it is tough to judge.

Lizzie Bennet said a lot of mean things, but she was a strong female character because she was able to learn from her mistakes and grow as a person without compromising her core values. She was in love with Darcy for his character and integrity. He was courageous, generous, and compassionate - his appearance, his wealth and his status were least important to her. He proved his love for Lizzie by his selfless acts of kindness to her family even after she accused him of being a pompous ass.

Greg staying out of the way to honor Katie's decision and let her be happy with Blake is an act of love. Him working on himself in therapy is another way to prove the love he had for her was real. Only Katie knows the inner conflict she's been facing. If she truly loved Blake, resolving her conflict with Greg will help her and Blake in the long run - otherwise their relationship will be haunted by the past. If life with Greg was always her true heart's desire, love will find a way even in the most impossible circumstances.

It really is not fair to compare real human beings to fictional characters - especially the exceptionally (maybe unrealistically) strong characters written by Jane Austen. I am just sharing my thoughts before I watch the 2005 Pride and Prejudice movie for the hundredth time. I just want the satisfying ending I could not get from watching reality TV before I move on to my next obsession.

[radiorenjun]

Lavender Antics

→ Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

→ Summary: Shooting in a drama with him was your absolute nightmare. Working with your enemy and pretending that you were love interests has been the most frustrating experience of your life. Though, after saying your farewells, the scent of lavender never leaves.

→ Genre:enemies to lovers au, idol au, romance, angst, slowburn, comedy.

→ Chapter: 6, 7, 8

→ A/N: YEP I CREATED A NEW DIVIDER. IM SO SORRY I HAVEN’T UPDATED IN FOREVER OMG

"EXCUSE ME?"

"Wait, back up. Back up, you did what?!" Kiyeon exclaimed, a look of complete disgust spread across her expression. "Let me get this straight," Jaehwa snickered, trying not to bawl out laughing in front of you to prevent you from sending an assassin to beat her up afterwards.

You hid your face against the soft fabric of your pillows, face red in embarrassment and shame as the distant sinister laughter of your group leader deafen your ears from the speakers of your phone, along with the soft chatters among your group members.

"Y/N L/N, main dancer and vocalist of the Mythical Refrain, our little Y/n who constantly looks away and shakes her head with disgust at our bullshit, was suppose to give Han Jisung an innocent peck on the lips-" Jaehwa snorted midway before your leader, Cheonsa, came into the screen over her shoulder.

"But ended out in a full blown heated make out session on camera, swapping spit in front of all the cast?! That's beyond priceless, I can't even-" Cheonsa bawled out laughing, wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes as Haneul just shook her head in disappointment in the background.

"Damn, y/n, was he good though? I knew maknae lines are never innocent at heart, I just knew it!" Cheonsa practically choked on her spit midway through laughing, and you internally hope that she chokes and die on the spot so you wouldn't have to endure the teasing even longer.

"Shut up, if anything you're the pervert here!" you shot back, heat striking your cheeks at her words. "It happened at the heat of the moment, I didn't mean for things to go that far!" you hissed angrily, venom lacing your tone. "You still made out with him, did you not?" Jaehwa smirked mischievously.

"Disappointed but not surprised," your maknae tsked softly with a shake of her head. "Shut up! This is coming from the same idiots who dressed up as if it was Halloween when taking their member to the airplane!" you grumbled with an angry frown, pointing an accusatory finger at your phone screen, making sure your members were able to see you.

"That was a fun experience, okay? Besides what happened afterwards?" Jaehwa shrugged, shoving Cheonsa's laughing figure away from the camera, moving the device so that Jaehwa and Kiyeon's face were clear on your screen. You gulped, internally screaming at yourself not to tell them. To say that you moved on with it without an ounce of shame in your veins. To say that you ran away to Hogwarts, never to be seen again.

You gulped, looking at your nails to avoid your friends' curious expressions basically glaring into your soul. "We were told to redo the whole scene tomorrow," you muttered under your breath, hoping that your members couldn't pick up your words from the low pitch of your voice through the mic.

But their unnecessarily loud laughter that peaked through your phone speakers practically make you deaf. You winced at the loud piercing noise, your hand coming up to lower the volume slightly as your members howled back laughing.

You heard their palms banging against the wooden floor of your dorm. "This day just keeps getting better and better!" howled Cheonsa, clapping aggressively in the background as she practically wheezed her lungs out of laughter.

If there was a delete yourself button, now would be a good time to press it.

"Why? Why do you-" Jaehwa wheezed, unable to blurt out the words in her throat since she was laughing like a deformed chicken. You grumbled, rolling your eyes as the recent memory of your manager walking into your trailer with a sympathetic smile and fearful eyes, ready to spill the news to you and be eaten alive by your incredulous expression.

"Our manager said that it was 'too heated' for a soft first kiss between our characters, plus everyone got off character when we started kissing because they didn't think we'd actually do it without arguing first," you grumbled, faceplanting on the pillow with a loud annoyed groan.

"How am I going to face Jisung tomorrow, for fucks sake!" you whined as your members snickered. "Rest in peace, sister." Kiyeon said sympathetically, finding your current situation disgusting with all the kissing deal. "Well there goes my plans of getting our seniors' autograph," your leader sighed.

You gave her an incredulous look through the screen, trying not to pull a horror movie stunt and choking her through the phone screen with your bare hands. "You can kiss those autographs goodbye, Cheonsa. I'm saying this with full admiration when I say, I’m never letting your creepy ass near them,," you shot back defensively.

"As much as I'm offended on how you called your leader a creep, I completely understand if you don't want me getting near your man." Cheonsa's face came up on the screen, giving you an annoying wink that had your blood boiling. "Shut up or I will book a flight back to Korea at this second and roast your laptop on a bonfire!" you threatened weakly.

Your cheeks grew red at her words, your man. You let out a soft scoff, rolling your eyes at the thought. Suddenly, a beautiful image of Han Jisung himself appeared in your line of vision. A slow motion version of his lips slowly spreading into a heart shaped smile, a small soft chuckle being elicited from his throat.

The small memory of the way his fluffy hair would swoosh to different directions from his movements in the morning during breakfast as he sneakily grabs the three slices of cheesecakes on the dessert trays subtly came into your mind.

5:41 AM

You were woken up on the crack of dawn for a small shoot shared between you and Jisung's character. You were on break when you decided to wander around the studio, waving and passing by busy staff members, make up artists and multiple directors.

You suddenly found yourself walking towards the food area, where you were free to munch and snack on whatever they served as long as you were on break and didn't sneak it on set in filming.

You let out a soft wide yawn, clutching your black coat against your body to gain more warmth in the cold breeze. You shuddered at the cold wind that smacked against your body as you walked over to the food area, passing by exhausted staff members on the way.

"I'm seriously not ready for a long distance relationship with my bed," you mumbled to yourself as you opened the door to the food area, poking your head into the room. To your surprise it was empty, though it appears a few staff members had snuck a treat or two but nonetheless you had the place to yourself.

Or so you thought.

As you grabbed yourself a plate and some utensils, you heard soft sounds of footsteps. You jolted in alarm, crouching down to your knees to hide in case your manager comes in to call you in for another scene to shoot. You're definitely not leaving without finding a perfectly good cookie if you were going to step outside in the cold weather.

You crawled across the floor, peaking through the table cloths to see who it was but the trays on the other tables blocked the face of whoever had entered. You assumed it was one of the directors considering they were wearing the same thick black coat they gave specifically for the directors and cast members.

You heard footsteps echoing the room, signifying that the person was walking towards the cake section of the room. You stood up slowly, careful as to not make a noise. You furrowed your brows when you saw the person scurrying around the table with the hood over their head.

Your curiosity got the better of you. You tiptoed slowly towards them, trying not to gain their attention but wanting to find out who it was. Step by step, you slowly came closer to said person eventually standing beside them and poking your head to see what they're doing.

You raised your head up and froze when you realised you were now face to face with none other than Han Jisung, himself, who's eyes widened at the sight of you as you both just froze in place, staring at each other in a good awkward silence.

How ironically cliché.

Jisung took a step back in shock, letting out a startled noise, almost dropping his plate in the process. "Talk about a late delay, Han." you snickered, rolling your eyes at the boy. Jisung scoffed, relaxing his tense muscles as he realised it was just you and not some creepy sasaeng fan.

"Oh, it's you." he stated with a not so amused tone, sighing in relief as he placed his plate on the table cloth beside the trays. "You sound pleased to see me," you teased, giving him a cheeky grin. "What gave you that idea?" he sent you a fake smile, showing his pearly white teeth.

"What are you doing here?" Jisung asked with a raised brow, his fake smile subsiding as he grabbed a fork beside you. "That's my line," you muttered, watching him grab some cookies from the jars. Jisung gave you an incredulous look, shoving a cookie in his mouth.

You giggled at his expression, shrugging simply at him. "Got bored, decided to snack." you smiled sheepishly, grabbing a cookie from his plate and shoving it into our own mouth causing Jisung to retort, trying to pull the cookie out of your mouth. "That's mine you thief!" he whined, causing you to stick your tongue out after you gulp the contents down.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, tilting your head at him as you grabbed a glass and filled it with some milk from the drink section. "I heard from a few staff that there were only three cheesecakes leftover. You know I won't survive a day without a cheesecake as an energy boost," Jisung shrugged, showing you the cheesecakes in his plate.

"Plus, we still have hours and hours of shooting after this. There's no way I could live on without having some creamy goodness in my mouth," Jisung hummed as he started to eat his cheesecakes, savoring it bit by bit. "You make it sound so wrong," you scrunched your face in disgust, your mind going places.

Jisung's eyes widened as they bore into yours. "Hey! That's on you. It's not my fault you have a dirty mind," he tutted, flicking your forehead in the process which elicited a small yelp from you. You pouted, rubbing the sore spot on your forehead as Jisung continued to stare disappointingly at you with chubby cheeks.

For a split second, you basked in his appearance. Taking a moment to look at how fluffy his hair is considering you both shot a scene where your character and his character went on a little morning stroll after waking up. You knew your make up artist didn't make you appear any less messy than Jisung, but you still couldn't comprehend why he looks so wholesome right now.

Fluffy brown hair with strands going in different directions, a simple makeup that gave him the perfect 'bedhead' look, puffy cheeks stuffed with the sugary dessert as he munched on the cookies. The pajamas they had you both wear for the shoot, making you feel as if you were in said kdrama yourself.

"Earth to Y/N!"

You snapped out of your trance at Jisung's concerned tone, blinking rapidly as you tried to comprehend what's going on around you. Jisung's fingers were snapping excessively in front of your face, brows furrowed in concerned as you divert your attention away from his face to his fingers.

"Sorry I spaced out," you grinned sheepishly, avoiding his eyes when you realized you were watching him eat his cheesecake the whole time like a weird pervert. "Dang girl, are you really that tired? You looked as if you were bout to eat me alive" Jisung said with a light laugh, grabbing his fork to shove a piece of his cheesecake into your mouth.

You let out a muffled noise of surprise when you felt the sugary dessert began to overwhelm your taste buds. "Here's a little energy boost," he grinned cheekily, pulling the fork out of your mouth before taking a bite of cheesecake for himself. You chewed as you had come into two realizations.

One. Jisung was using a fork for his cheesecake, this boy never fails to surprise you with how odd he is considering he sang bout Americanos five times when you visited the local cafe near your hotel, thus embarrassing you in public.

Two. He used the same fork that he had used to feed himself. Which lead you to thinking that you just had an indirect kiss with him. Your face becoming even more flustered by the second as you let the thought sink deeper and deeper into your mind.

"Here, have some more. You looked as if you've seen an alien, geez." Jisung poked his fork through the cheesecake and moved his hand closer to your mouth. You shook your head, cupping your mouth dramatically when you saw him coming closer. Taking a step back, you let out an awkward laugh. "No thanks, I'm good."

Jisung raised a brow at you, "really? You always nag how I always steal the last piece, you should be grateful I'm willing to share right now." he chuckled, taking a step forward to aim the fork at your mouth once again. "Say 'ah'!" he cooed, but you simply shook your head and gently pushed his hand away from you.

"I'm good, Jisung. It's not good to have some sugar this early, you know?" you rambled, silently cursing yourself for not accepting the cheesecake for the sake of your own pride and ego. Jisung wasn't buying it but he let's it go with a shrug. "Oh well, more for me then." he said before shoving the fork into his mouth.

"Y/N! Stop spacing out bout Jisung and talk to us, God dammit!"

You blinked, realising you were spacing out again when you realised your members had gathered together in front of the camera, waving at you in concern. "Sorry, what?" you muttered under your breath, your voice almost inaudible for the phone to pick up as you internally slapped yourself for thinking bout Jisung despite the awkward situation you're currently in.

"Stop spacing out bout Jisung, God dammit!" Jaehwa joked, causing you to involuntarily choke on your own spit at her words. "Jaehwa, no." you shook your head vigorously. "Don't make my situation any worse than it already is, for fucks sakes!" you groaned, burying your head into your pillow once again.

They snickered softly, enjoying your suffering for their own entertainment. Sometimes you wished you had debuted with people who don't make you want to roast yourself over the kitchen stove like marshmallow on a stick.

"It'll all be over when you know it. Don't worry, you're not that awkward of a person, so you should be fine." Haneul waved her hand off with a casual shrug. You rolled your eyes. "Shut it, you're still the maknae. You don't understand shit of what the grown ups are talking bout." you teased.

Haneul clicked her tongue in annoyance, sending you a sharp glare. "I'm only 15 months younger than you and you know it!" she hissed in retaliation, threateningly pointing her apple pen directly at you through the screen when you stuck your tongue out.

"Alright, we'll let you get some rest now before Haneul over here flies to Japan to shove her pen up your ass." Cheonsa chuckled nervously, pulling the younger member, who was glaring daggers at you, out of the camera by her shoulders.

"Okay then, I'll call you guys tomorrow, yeah?" you nodded, waving at them as your thumb hovered over the end call button. "Yeah, of course. Say hi to the manager for us, Jeongin, too!" Jaehwa waved back as you let out a giggle. "I will, see you guys later!" you rolled your eyes at them.

"By-" you pressed the end call button before they could finish their sentence, wanting to sleep the stress off of your body before you have to face Jisung the next day. You pulled the covers over your body, closing your eyes with an exhausted sigh.

Hopefully things would be better tomorrow.

You tiptoed your way into the set, as if hundreds of staff members and prop makers weren’t passing by you and greeting you with questionable looks. Now, why were you tiptoeing like a really crappy secret agent in an overly crowded place, you may ask?

Mostly to avoid your co-workers from giving you smug expressions and teasing looks with the memory of the events that had happen the previous day. Your members had wished you luck on your journey to get through this awkward day, wishing that you could just erase the events that had happen so you could go back to stepping into set with pajamas without a care in the world.

As you made your way to the dressing room, to your surprise all of the cast had gotten into costume and are currently shooting their respective scenes, meaning you had less than two or three hours to gather your mentality and ignore the awkward tension in the atmosphere.

Was this what every actor who had to kiss their co-star had to go through?

Yikes, you couldn’t imagine how Lee Dongwook could bare being love interests with the same co-star for two whole dramas. Your eyes widened when you caught Yeoreum walking towards your way, reciting her lines with the her manager. You gulped, walking back slowly as to not catch her attention, not knowing who or what was behind you.

It appears that the universe isn’t on your side today, because apparently you walked too far backwards to bump into your co-star’s back. Jisung let out a grunt as your back bumped against his, causing you to let out a yelp. You turned to shush him, scolding him for almost blowing your cover when you realize who you were talking to.

You and Jisung jumped apart when your eyes met, making sure to at least stand a feet far apart. Jisung cleared his throat as you both tried to mask your shocked expressions. You both avoided making eye contact as you tried to think of something to say to fill in this awkward tension between you two.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Jisung coughed, eyes looking everywhere but yours.You gave him a pointed look. “I work here,” you deadpanned, rolling your eyes at him. “Give me some crap, I’m trying to make this less awkward, you’re not helping here, y/n.” he stuck his tongue out at you.

You huffed in response, adding another moment of awkward silence between you two. It was so awkward you could practically hear crows and crickets in the background, “Where are you going, anyways?” you mumbled, wondering why he wasn’t at his usual spot at the food area, munching away at the desserts and snacks before Youngheum could finish them.

“I was heading back to my trailer to get my script,” Jisung mumbled, running a hair through his messy hair. “Isn’t your trailer that way?” you raised your brow, pointing to the direction behind him. Jisung huffed, rolling his eyes. “I’m taking the long way round, got a problem with that?” he spoke hesitantly, eyes finally meeting yours before gulping.

“I’ll take your word for it,” you mumbled, looking down as you lowered your finger to tuck it into the pockets of your hoodie. “What bout you?” Jisung added on, eyes wandering to his dirty white converse. “Trying to get to the dressing room,” you answered with the same hesitantly awkward tone.

“Cool,” Jisung sighed out. You both stood there for another excruciating few seconds before making eye contact. It appears the tension had gotten a little too awkward for the both of you, therefore you both instantly looked away with a loud groan. You both turned back with a bold “fuck it!” coming out of your mouths in unison as you ran off in the other direction.

How were you gonna survive this?

a/n: this was a short chapter. IM SORRY FOR KEEPING YALL WAITING FOR SO LONG. Omg look at that sexy title cover, yeah I'm gonna change that eventually. Anyways, thank you for waiting this long I completely forgot this fic existed.

[tokyoghoose]

nous aimons tous les deux jours

pairing: dabi x reader

playlist: things we never say - bad bad habits*, sincerity is scary - the 1975, love love love - of monsters and men, if i go, im going - gregory alan isakov, i dont know me like you do - low hum, if i get high - nothing but thieves ( alice kristiansen cover ), i dare you - the regrettes, problems - deathbyromy, fool of you - meltt, hell and you - amigo the devil, creature - it looks sad, tongues and teeth - the crane wives, hooked ( addicted you might say ) - eleisha eagle, nothings gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after sex, a dream of you - far caspian, so alright, cool, whatever - the happy fits, a lovely night - ryan gosling

warnings: mentions of violence, brief mentions of drugs for expression, and suggestive themes

summary: we love every other day

announcements!

this is my first try at a enemies/lover thingy! Originally it was going to be an enemy to lovers but i liked the idea that they're just on opposing sides a little more haha. Lemme know if you'd like to see the other one though!

i know there are a lot of hero x villain fics like this out there 😌 this is my take on it, so please bare with me!

feedback is welcome and appreciated! requests are open!

"We really have to stop meeting like this."

An addiction. That's what it is. Either that or it's some kind of reverse psychology like you want what you can't have—because nothing else makes sense. If you knew him as a regular person, honestly you probably wouldn't have given him a second thought. If he was a hero you worked beside—or god forbid a villain—then you probably wouldn't have cared for a hookup or two, but then you'd get over it. It's not infatuation. It's an addiction. It's toxic and unhealthy and it just feels good even if it shouldn't. But the high; the high is unbeatable.

It continues on forever and more. From the moment his gaze pierces yours it's like snorting a rail of coke or taking a tab and the trip never ends. It's not even the fact you could get caught. You two are so damn obvious; anyone who stumbles into an alleyway at three in the morning would see the two of you doing more than what a fight warrants. It's just him. It's simply Dabi.

Romeo and Juliette's syndrome is probably a better term for it. But hell, it's not like he'd die for you. Right? It's not like you've known each other way longer than some days and nights and you certainly aren't teenagers and he's definitely not somebody who moves onto a girl and decides he's in love at first sight just because his 'rosaline' left him face down ass up. So maybe Romeo and Juliette is just lack of a better term.

But it's so unfair. How the hell are you supposed to escape him when it's like he's around every corner. With every breath you take, it's like he's an inch closer to crushing your chest with his. And maybe you want him to? This isn't very hero-like.

"You're the one always tracking me down, doll."

The pet name sends shivers down your spine and it makes you want him all the more.

Who am I? What has gotten into me?

You blame the pink tint to your cheeks on the brisk wind of the night, but the heat to them is a large contrast. You cross your arms over your chest and scoff, trying to look taller, stronger, and broader. Not in a threatening way, but more a warning.

This time you'll really take him out.

"In case you forgot, it's my job."

You tell yourself that every time.

And every time he gets away.

"I'm not doing anything but taking a walk."

He steps closer, the already short distance between you two getting shorter. The streetlamp that cuts the scene in half flickers, a moth flying away from the light and towards the moon. You count three squares in distance and you resist the urge to step back.

"You're a wanted criminal, Dabi."

He doesn't deny it but scoffs anyway, shoving his hands into his pockets leisurely. It's like he's never bothered. You're just a nat he's waiting to squash. You have to remind yourself of that: You're just prey.

"I think you just miss me." His tone is serious, but he's only teasing—no matter how true it is. You're starting to think that he can read minds—it's actually quite concerning.

You force a laugh past your lips, trying to show you aren't bothered by what he says. It's just a game of cat and mouse, and it's time the roles switch.

"Please. I could throw you in jail right now."

"But you wouldn't do that. Isn't that right, bunny?"

Your guard faulters and it gives him the opening he needs to corner you completely—and quite literally. It's a blink of an eye and he has you against the brick wall. It'd look rather suspicious to anyone passing, or maybe it looks endearing. But it doesn't matter, to begin with when it's a barren street. Even the crickets seem to have fled.

It's like wherever Dabi walks, everything else scatters. If it were the sea, you're sure it'd part red.

Dabi smirks, trapping you between his body and the cool, damp bricks. The mist from earlier rain seeps slowly into your hero suit, sending a violent chill down your spine. His other hand touches your hip, fingers grazing the fabric so faintly that it'd feel non-existent if it weren't for the heat radiating off them. You hitch your breath when his nose nudges your neck, his hot breath causes shivers and his eyes bore into your own with something mischievous.

"I-"

His lips ghost the skin of your neck and you subconsciously pull it taut, tilting your head to the side. You're beginning to hate how your body arches into his and how it reacts to the simplest of touches.

Like a brick to a window, your dissolve shattered easily.

Dabi quirks a brow, challenging you to continue as you sputter about. It's embarrassing. You can hear him say it now, just like so many times before: "Oh? A big hero like you getting flustered by a big bad villain like me? How cute."

Your walkie talkie comes alive with static and a voice cuts in asking for help to take down a gang of criminals a few cities over.

My saving grace.

"I-I have to go." You push him away by the shoulders with sudden confidence, but he doesn't seem to put up much resistance.

God, you want to wipe the smug smirk off his face.

He backs off and turns with an unbothered wave, proving his point that you wouldn't- couldn't touch him, much less win against him in any sort of battle. The untouchable.

"Until next time, right?"

———

It's like a new tide from the moon—how fast your feelings towards him change. He's awful. A criminal, a villain, a murderer. He's the literal icon of everything your against.. or of what you're supposed to be against.

But you understand him. You get his whys and you feel his emotion like you're apart of them. You empathize with him and it makes you so fucking angry at yourself because you know—as a hero—you should never side with a villain like him, no matter how much sense he starts to make.

Blame it on his tone and the smoothness of his words. He's just a swindler.

The next time isn't even a full week later. He technically protects you from some randoms in an alleyway and you catch him in the act of it all, turning to catch whoever was following you, only to be met with cold blue eyes and a pile of ashes in front of you.

Of course, it ultimately ends in the same place it always does; his bed.

His scent and touch linger a little too long after these meetings and you decide once again that this is the last time.

It's a real shame you have to blame it on his body heat and not the undeniable attraction you feel towards him. But you suppose that could count towards it.

His hands are anywhere—everywhere—and they leave a fire in their wake. It's too much and still not enough. All you want is to be closer. Fingers in his hair, pulling him into you until you can't, and then pulling him in more. It's like air, the way you breathe him in. When you finally give into dabi it no longer becomes a crime, but a necessity.

It's overbearing and messy and awful, but you can't help but slip into his embrace and into his warmth.

It's freezing and he's the sun.

Tangled in between cotton sheets, you feel him rub circles into your shoulder and you hear his heartbeat. It's reassuring to know someone like him even has one. Then again, he probably wouldn't have protected you if he didn't have one. How many times has he saved you from harm's way? Honestly, one time is too many.

It almost makes this fling of yours respectable. It almost makes you want to admit you're falling for that smug face and bad attitude.

"We talked about what we'd do if we ran into your league again, you know?"

Why on earth would you bring that up of all things, y/n?

He doesn't need to know anything about your career, much less your plans to take his team down.

"Hmm.. is that so?" Dabi's fingers move up to draw languid circles into your collarbone before shifting slightly to loom over you. His other hand comes to rest on your hip, sending a searing, but welcomed heat to the flesh. You hiss quietly at the sensation, already knowing there's a bruise forming from the activities not too long ago. His lips replace his hand on your neck and he removes his arm from under your head to hold himself up.

Your hand finds his messy hair, fingers delving into the raven locks and tugging gently as he makes his way to the column of your throat and to your ear. He nips at it, nose brushing against your jaw; his hot breath creating goosebumps that rise to your flesh.

"I like knowing you think of me when I'm not around, Angel."

The tone and raspiness of his voice makes you groan, feeling him kiss beneath your jaw. You just know he's smirking at the reactions he elicits from you because you can feel it. He enjoys watching your internal struggle. You can't act like you didn't choose to form whatever this is with him.

You tug his hair to look at him, bringing his face up and he almost looks annoyed that you disrupted his path heading down towards your chest. Your lips ghost over each other's and you lean in for a kiss, only for him to pull away and leave you chasing.

"I also like when you call my name."

Your hand falls from his hair to cup his jaw, practically pulling him forward into a kiss. It's rough to cover up the intimacy and need behind it. His fingers dig into the plush of your hip, thumb pressed into your stomach before his hand goes upward with an ulterior motive.

Pulling away from him before he can initiate anything more, you run your thumb across his lips and the silver bands that adore the lower half of his face. Surprisingly enough, it didn't take long to adjust to the different textures

"And I like how you kiss me."

This almost feels too domestic—not that you mind, but you're positive he knows you're wrapped around his finger, in the palm of his hand. It's impossible to hide it now. Your actions speak louder than the three words on the tip of your tongue, poisoning your mind.

It makes you cringe when you think about it all. How easily he can get into your head and twist your arm. Some nights you catch yourself thinking that maybe you'll be able to convince him to open his eyes a little wider to see your point of view, especially when you've begun to see his. They're horrible—the villains you go against, but he makes them seem so different. You hate how he makes you double think everything.

He playfully nips at your thumb when you push it gently between his lips, teasingly. His hands trail up your arms, pulling them off of him and above your head. You're the one who makes the move to intertwine fingers as he pushes them down harshly on the pillow underneath you. Insatiable. That's what he is. Is it so wrong to keep wanting more?

The sun beginning to rise over the horizon and spilling in through the window doesn't seem to stir him as he makes his descent from your lips.

You already know that by the next morning you'll hate him and that surrounds him. You'll hate yourself for listening to your heart instead of your head simply because it just 'feels so right.' It's a constant cycle between the two of you, and you're sure he feels the same. He doesn't agree with anything you stand by like a hero, but there's something that keeps him close enough.

There's only so much you can expect, even when you deny it over and over.

But god, you have to stop meeting like this.

[addictofsupernatural]

Emotions (pt. 6)

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Billy and y/n enjoy your new relationship, but others have their own opinion of it.

Word Count: 1586

Chapter 1 • Series Masterlist • Chapter 7

Right after prom the two of you flowed naturally into your newfound relationship. Sometimes he could be very distracting, usually when you were trying to finish your homework. You'd be on his lap, where he put you, working on something when he would start kissing your neck. "Billy." You smiled.

"Hm?" His face was still in your neck.

"You're distracting me."

"Mm. Must be hard not focusing on me, huh?"

You chuckled and tried to get out of his arms before his grip became more snug. Billy then kissed the sweet spot of yours, and you unintentionally let out a small whinish-moan. He let go of you immediately and gently pushed you off of him. Your face felt red and you looked at the floor in embarrassment. "Sorry." You mumbled.

"No no doll." He crawled over to you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "I'm sorry. It's just that when you make those pretty sounds, it's so sexy that my mind wanders."

You got on your knees and gently pushed him back into a sitting position, straddling his lap and playing with the back of his hair. "What do you start thinking about?"

"Things to do to you. How to make you feel good."

"Then we don't you?" You quietly asked. You pressed yourself closer to him. You didn't know what this feeling was, but it had you aching in a certain place for him.

"Not so innocent, are we sweetheart?" He chuckled, running his thumb onto your bottom lip. "I want to, believe me I want to, but at the right moment. I want your first time to be special."

"With you? My favorite distraction? Of course it'll be special." You both laughed and kissed.

You'd also go to his basketball games. Though at some point Hopper and El would come as well, it was only you who was there for him at his first game. In the middle of the game, he jogged to you, drenched in sweat, and asked for a kiss. "C'mon babe, for good luck."

"You're covered in sweat." You giggled.

"Don't act like this isn't the sexiest thing you've ever seen." You shook your head and gave him a long kiss until a whistle was blown, causing you to pull back and cheer him on.

What Billy had come to love about his basketball games was when Hopper and El came. When Hopper became excited about the games, it made Billy want to try harder. He wanted so badly to make him proud; the man in the stands cheering for him, when his own dad would never step foot in any gym for him.

Unfortunately, the basketball game kiss caught the attention of Steve Harrington, who told his girlfriend, who told her best friend. Though Jonathan had known the two of you were friends, as well as your crush on him, he still didn't say anything as you had asked him not to. The three of them found you at the basketball bleachers together at lunch. Nancy was in front, with the other two boys behind her. "Y/n, we need to talk." You furrowed your eyebrows. "It's about something important."

You assumed it was something bad, so you squeezed Billy's arm gently. "I'll be right back." You then walked down the bleachers, out of earshot for Billy. "What's wrong? Is Will okay?"

Jonathan gave you a small smile. "He's fine. Thanks for asking though."

"This is about Billy." Nancy interjected.

You looked at Jonathan, assuming that he told them. He slightly shook his head, and you figured that it was probably from the basketball game. "What about him?"

You figured where this would lead to, and crossed your arms. "You shouldn't be with him, he's bad! He's a man whore who toys with girls to get them in bed."

"No, he's a gentleman who treats me good." You were raising your voice now.

"Look, five," Steve began. "Do you realize how many girls he's been with?"

"I'm well aware of how he used to be." You said sternly.

"Do you really think he'd stop being that way all of a sudden for you?" Nancy asked.

You let out a humorless laugh. "That's rich from someone who's dating King Steve." You then looked at Steve. "No offense Steve, I really like you now." He only nodded his head.

"We just wanted to make sure everything's okay." Jonathan said.

"Is he forcing you to do things?" Nancy asked. "He is, isn't he?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but he's the one who wants to wait. And why do you even care? It's not like you've even talked to me for months. The only ones who I see is Steve and Jonathan, who I can make a conversation with. But that's when you're not around. You left me friendless and alone, and I didn't even care, because I didn't want to be a forced friend. But don't act like we're best friends when someone I start doing things that you don't like."

She was silent, but pissed. "You don't even see that he'll use you."

You jabbed a finger at her. "That. Right. There. I'm sick and tired of people like you looking down on me. Everybody does. But not Billy. He treats me like a real person with real feelings. He makes me feel like I matter." Your eyes were beginning to water up out of anger. "I don't get why people can't just let me be happy."

Jonathan took a step closer to you and put a hand on your shoulder. "We're sorry, we didn't mean to make you feel like this."

You sniffled. "It's fine. Thanks Jonathan. I got to go. See you later. You too Steve." You waved weakly and walked over to Billy, who was fuming with rage.

First, they ruined his alone time with you. With mid-terms coming up, you've been busy studying as well as making flashcards for him to pass his classes. Then they took you over to where he couldn't even hear, and he saw a yelling match with you and the girl. Next, this guy puts his hand on your shoulder. Who the fuck does he think he is? But what really got Billy enraged was when you turned around and walked back towards him, with tears flowing down your cheeks.

He stood up. "I'm gonna kick the hell out of those two fuckers."

"No!" You said, grabbing his arm. "They didn't do anything wrong. It was the girl. They had good intentions."

The tears just kept on coming. He felt so shitty seeing you like this. He grabbed your cheek, wiping off the tears. "Then why are you crying?" He asked gently.

"They thought that I was being used by you. That I was being dumb and letting you manipulate me until you get bored with me."

"They said that?" He shouted.

He was about to kick the shit out of them, but you tugged his arm. "Stop Billy, that's not why I'm crying."

He sat you down and kneeled down. "Sweetheart, why are you crying?" He asked quietly.

You looked down at your lap. "I hate that people have their own opinions about us. I just want to be happy with you. I want to make you happy, but I feel like I can't with everybody either laughing at me or assuming bad things about you. How are you happy when people look at you and think like that? People think like that because I'm with you."

"Sweetheart, listen to me." He put his hands on your cheeks. "Fuck everybody else. I don't care what anybody says about me, and whoever's bitch ass has something to say about you will get their asses kicked. Of course you make me happy. Nobody makes me happy the way you do. I have to worry about making you happy, not the other way around."

You put your hands over his, leaning in to kiss him. "I wish everyone could see how amazing you are." You said quietly, against his lips.

He gave you another kiss. "Sorry, but amazing me is reserved for my sweetheart." You both chuckled. "I want you to know that you got a man who has the balls to fight."

"Mm. What I'm impressed with is that I also got a man who has the balls not to fight." Billy's never thought of that. He's never considered that showing restraint could also be powerful in its own way. "It's pretty hot."

You gave him another kiss, taking his bottom lip between your teeth and sucking gently. When you pulled back, Billy put his thumb on your bottom lip. His mind started to wander again. He pictured you with that same wicked but innocent smile, with his cum drizzling down your chin. You could be on your knees for him, with only one of his shirts on you. Your hand would be inside your panties, pleasuring yourself at the sight of Billy's member.

You narrowed your eyes and grinned. "What are you thinking about?" You looked down to see his bulge in his pants. You made sure no one was looking before pressing yourself onto him, Billy feeling pressure and some relief from your thigh. "Whatever it is, we should do it."

"Doll," Billy breathed out.

"Hm?"

"You gotta stop." He moved your hand away. "It'll happen. Soon. When the time is right." He kissed you and grabbed your books, walking you to your class.

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Settling into any form of a routine that involves a change scares him. One that involves a change in the one stable thing in his life, him and Carly, that downright terrifies him. Forget about the fact that half the town knows they hooked up, now he's got... Feelings coming up that involve her. Feelings that he'd buried fifty feet into the ground and covered in cement.

At least, he'd thought he did.

Clearly, they've resurfaced now. He can't help but laugh to himself at that, the knowledge that of course Hurricane Carly lands without warning, yet again. Changing everything and not meaning to whatsoever. Destroying every defense he builds in between landfall and wrecking the stability he manages to get.

In an attempt to ward off these feelings that could complicate everything, he thinks of times she's hurt him. Probably not the best defensive strategy, but he gives not a damn. Whatever works.

Nothing really works until he remembers the time she broke his heart. The last time he'd loved her that way, had any feelings of romantic love towards her. She'd slept with his best friend, who'd manipulated her into thinking he was in love with Elizabeth Webber.

It destroyed him, the betrayal of not only Carly but Sonny's role in it. The fact his supposed best friend had done that to him, knowing how he felt about her and knowing it would hurt him. Half the time, Jason wasn't sure how he'd managed to stay in town so long after it happened, even for Michael's sake. The bullet wound he'd gotten the same night hadn't managed to hurt him as much as seeing her come down the stairs of Sonny's penthouse in his t-shirt, smelling of his cologne.

And the bullet had a good chance of killing him.

So he got on his motorcycle and skipped town, numbing the pain by getting adrenaline highs. And it worked, he was able to process everything and fall out of love with her as she fell in love with Sonny.

Finding out that she was pregnant with Sonny's kid stopped whatever healing he'd done for a solid few days as he allowed himself to go back to drowning the pain in whatever, or whoever, he could find. It was a terrible, self destructive thing, but he'd become like that by then, so it didn't matter anymore.

Getting back to Port Charles had been one of the most difficult things for him to ever do in his life. It took months for him to be over her enough to dare step foot within the limits of the city.

But he did, he was able to get over her. He'd attempted to build up walls around her, but as always, she tore those down. They were never in love again, or even close to it. Aside from a single "the world is ending" kiss, they'd been friends. Best friends. The type who defend each other when everyone else hated them and were, without question, always there for each other.

They trusted each other with their lives, still do, after a certain point. He'd even stopped futilely trying to build up defenses against her and it reached a point they always dropped whenever they were talking. She had a way of breaking down all his walls without any energy that no one else he'd ever known did.

Still, thinking about this as she's answering a text hasn't gotten him to lose the feelings or shove them down again. Dammit, he was very much hoping he could.

This is a bad sign.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Carly asks, noticing he's lost in thought.

"Nothing interesting," he responds. "Just business stuff."

"You're lying," she presses. "Did I miss something?"

"No, I'm just not thinking of anything important." Jason counters.

"I know when you're lying to me, Jason, so just tell me the truth."

"I'm just thinking about this whole kidnapping thing," he says, which isn't a lie; he had been thinking about it as well.

"And?"

He shakes his head at that, a small smile playing on his lips at how easily she can read him. "And I'm thinking about Sonny." That's the truth, but he's thinking more of the hurt Sonny caused than the man himself. Still, thinking about the man.

She nods before letting out a loud sigh. "I've got to get out of this room. Can we go on a walk around this boring hospital?"

"You wanna walk by yourself? Alright, let's see that," he quips.

"If I feel like I'm falling, I'll just have you catch me," she counters, smiling as she shifts under the covers to get out of the bed. "After all, you always do."

"I still think this is a terrible idea."

"Just go along with it. I've had worse," Carly orders, standing up and wincing.

"You're in pain."

"I don't care, I'm going to get out of this room."

"Do you want a wheelchair? Or a walker?" Jason offers, knowing better than to ask her to stay in the room.

"I will do this myself, with your help," she declares. "So get out of the chair and help me do a lap around this hospital floor."

Sighing, he stands up and follows her lead. "See? This isn't so bad, is it?" Carly beams at him through her pain. It's written all over her face, but as usual, she expects it to be covered with a smile.

"Not for me, but you're going to hurt yourself, Carly," he counters. "Please, let me get you a walker."

"No," she says stubbornly, "I'm doing this myself."

"Excuse me, Amy, can I please get a walker for my friend here?" Jason asks the nurse, who agrees peppily, despite Carly's protests.

"Jason, I'm fine. I don't need a walker."

"Then humor me and use one."

"I'm not doing this."

"You don't have a choice. Unless, of course, you'd like a wheelchair," he responds with a knowing smirk.

"I'm only doing this for you," she sighs, giving in as Amy hands her the walker. "This is so embarrassing, god."

"It's taking care of yourself, it's not embarrassing."

"Maybe everyone will be too caught up gossipping about us to realize I'm using one of these things," the blonde grimaces, though she's walking better with the assistance of the walker. "Little Lizzie might've done something good with her big mouth, for once."

Rolling his eyes, he says, "You know, most people would be enjoying their oppirtunity to relax."

"Have you ever considered me a regular person?" Carly asks, a glint of defiance and pride in her eyes. "Seriously. Ever since we met at Jake's, have you ever thought that I'm typical?"

"That night at Jake's, I thought you looked good. That's pretty much all I thought when it came to you that night," he answers. "But if you're asking if I consider you normal now, no. I consider you Carly."

"I can't tell if that's an insult or a compliment."

"Then you get to pick which it is."

"You know, sometimes your refusal to answer my questions is a pain in the ass," she says, wincing in pain yet again.

"And sometimes your stubbornness is a pain in mine. Like right now, when you're clearly in pain and pretending not to be," Jason tells her as they round the corner to the nurse's station.

"I'm not in pain," she protests. "I'm just sore. Really sore."

"Do you want a wheelchair?"

"I can walk, Jason."

"And it hurts when you do. Come on, you don't want to be all hopped up on painkillers when Wiley comes to visit later," he counters.

"When you put it like that-"

"Hey Willow, can I exchange her walker for a wheelchair?" Jason asks when they near the brunette at work.

"Of course," she smiles, finding one and bringing it out.

"Thank you."

"They pay me the big bucks to do this, no thanks necessary," Willow smiles again as Carly sits, defeated, in the wheelchair and allows Jason to push her.

"This is worse than the walker," she complains. "At least then I was walking on my own. Now I've got to be carted around by you. Which, don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying the VIP treatment, but I also don't want to be here, in a hospital. And I want to be at court tomorrow."

"We'll talk to the doctors and see if they say you can go tomorrow," he compromises. "But they might say you've got to be in a wheelchair when you go."

Groaning as they reach her room, she says, "I guess I could live with that. It'd probably make the judge give Cyrus a longer sentence, seeing me in the wheelchair, too. He could get life in solitary!"

"I'll pull some strings and he'll end up in solitary no matter what," Jason agrees as she gets out of the wheelchair and into the bed yet again. "But I think you need to rest before Wiley comes, or one of the doctors, or a lawyer, or someone else who needs your attention."

"If this is your way of saying I'm annoying-"

"It's not, but I want you to be healed."

"I'm healing!"

"You barely made it ten feet without wincing, Carly. That's not healed, that's in pain," he reminds her.

"Which is a part of healing."

Sighing, he says, "I want you to heal fully. Then you can go back to running the world. The best way for you to heal is to sleep and rest up while you can."

"Fine. But I'm doing this for you."

"I know."

To be continued after school probably lol I hate America

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100 Buffy Prompts

I had a lot of fun compiling this list. I was cracking up more than once and now I want to binge Buffy. If there is a show you want let me know because these seriously help me shut of my brain during this covid hell.

1 “NAME, your mouth is open, sound is coming from it. This is never good.” – Buffy Summers

2 “I just want to be alone and quite in a room with a chair and a fireplace and a tea cozy. I don’t even know what a tea cozy is, but I want one.” – Buffy Summers

3 "They were supposed to be my light at the end of the tunnel. I guess they were a train.” – Buffy Summers

4 “I don’t know what’s coming next. But I do know it’s gonna be just like this – hard, painful. But in the end, it’s gonna be us. If we all do our parts, believe it, we’ll be the one’s left standing.” – Buffy Summers

5 “I don’t handle rejection well. Funny, considering all the practice I’ve had, huh?” – Xander Harris

6 "Just because you’re better than us doesn’t mean you can be all superior.” – Xander Harris

7 “I’m leaning towards blind panic myself.” – Rupert Giles

8 “Since the picture you just painted means that I will never touch food of any kind again, you’ll just have to pick it up yourself.” – Rupert Giles

9 "With all the rubbish people keep sticking in my head, it's a wonder that there's room for my brain." – Spike

10 "Oh, I don't know. Looking in the mirror every day and seeing nothing there...it's an overrated pleasure.” – Angel

11 "Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir. Open it's jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have?" – Angel

12 "Anyway, for real now, I'm gonna ask you something, and you gotta promise you'll be honest and not spare my feelings just 'cause I could kill you. You promise?" Faith

13 "You gotta give me something to do. There's no way I'm sleeping. Don't you need anyone dead? Or maimed? I can settle for maimed.” – Faith

14 "You know, I honestly don't think there's a human word fabulous enough for me.”- Glorificus

15 “I’m cookie dough. I’m not done baking. I’m not finished becoming whoever the hell it is I’m gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day, I turn around and realize I’m ready. I’m cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat m — or enjoy warm, delicious, cookie me, then that’s fine. That’ll be then. When I’m done.” — Buffy Summers

16 “Seize the moment, ’cause tomorrow you might be dead.” — Buffy Summers

17 “The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live.” — Buffy Summers

18 “No weapons. No friends. No hope. Take all that away and what’s left?” “Me.” — Angelus & Buffy Summers

19 “Don’t you have an elsewhere to be?” – Cordelia Chase

20 “God! What is your childhood trauma?!” – Cordelia Chase

21 “Gee, can you vague that up for me?” – Buffy Summers

22 “I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away.” – Xander Harris

23 “I don’t know what your problem is, what your issues are. But as of this moment I officially don’t care.” – Xander Harris

24 “You’re really campaigning for bitch of the year, aren’t you?” – Cordelia Chase

25 “I mock you with my monkey pants!” – Oz

26 “Funny how preparing looks an awful lot like sitting on your ass.” – Spike

27 “That’s fairly freaksome.” – Oz

28 “Do you have any tact at all?” – Giles

29 “I’ve known you for two minutes and I can’t stand you.” – Spike

30 “Great. Now I’m gonna be stuck with serious thoughts all day.” – Cordelia Chase

31 “You didn’t happen to take a lot of drugs, did you?” – Willow

32 “I’ve seen honest faces…they usually come attached to liars.” – Willow

33 “Can I be blind, too?” – Xander

34 “Gee, I hope I’m not interrupting anything really depressing.” – Riley

35 “And you just accepted that? I only said that because I thought that’s what you wanted to hear.” – Anya

36 “This is the crack team that foils my every plan? I am deeply shamed.” – Spike

37 “We’ve got to face it, we’ve changed. Well, not you—you’re still sadistic and self-centered.” – Giles

38 “Sometimes the most adult thing you can do is ask for help when you need it.” – Giles

39 “Did everybody have their Crazy Flakes today?” – Xander

40 “Do you love me?” “What?” “Do you?” “I love you. I don't know if I trust you.” “Maybe you shouldn't do either.” “Maybe I'm the one who should decide!” — Angel & Buffy

41 “Six a.m.!" NAME cried. "I know that's a number on my clock, but I've never actually been awake to personally witness it!” — Xander

42 “Bored now.” — Vampire Willow

43 “We’ll go be heroes.” — Spike

44 “You have a plan?” “I am the plan.” — Giles & Buffy

45 "Strong is fighting. It's hard and it's painful, and it's every day. It's what we have to do. And we can do it together." — Buffy

46 "I make it through this and the next thing and the next thing, and maybe one day I turn around and realize I'm ready." — Buffy

47 "You have to take care of each other. You have to be strong. NAME, the hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live, for me." — Buffy

48 "Make your choices. Are you ready to be strong?" — Buffy

49 “Weird love’s better than no love.” — Buffy

50 “The who having wha with huh?” — Buffy

51 “Whatever you choose, you’ve got my support. Just think of me as… as your… You know, I’m searching for supportive things and I’m coming up all bras. So, something slightly more manly, think of me as that.” – Xander

52 "A lot of things that seem strong and good and powerful, they can be painful." Angel

53 "To forgive is an act of compassion, NAME. It's-it's... it's not done because people deserve it. It's done because they need it." — Giles

54 "In the end, we all are who we are, no matter how much we may appear to have changed." — Giles

55 "I don't have time for vendettas. The mission is what matters." — Buffy

56 "I don't want to protect you from the world. I want to show it to you." — Buffy

57 "Make your choice. Are you ready to be strong?" — Buffy

58 "Recognizing power in another does not diminish your own." — Joss Whedon

59 “Out. For. A. Walk… Bitch.” — Spike

60 “You can’t see the stars, love. That’s the ceiling. Also, it’s day.” — Spike

61 “Is everyone here very stoned?” — Spike

62 “I feel safe with you.” [Chokes] “TAKE THAT BACK!” — Dawn & Spike

63 “I love you.” “Oh, my god.” “Hey, no. Look at me. I... love you. You're all I bloody think about... dream about. You're in my gut... my throat... I'm drowning in you, NAME. I'm drowning in you.” — Spike & Buffy

64 “Just... give me something. A crumb, the barest smidgen. Tell me maybe, someday there's a chance” “NAME ... the only chance you had with me was when I was unconscious.” “Oh, wha-“ [screams, then shouts]  “What the bleeding hell is wrong with you bloody men/women? What the hell does it take? Why do you bitches torture me?” “Which question do you want me to answer first?” — Spike & Buffy

65 “You can't deny it. There's something between us.” “Loathing. Disgust.” — Spike & Buffy

66 “Could do without the laugh track, NAME.” “But it's so funny. I knew... before you did. I knew you loved the NAME. The pixies in my head whispered it to me.” — Spike & Drusilla

67 “Damn right I’m impure! I’m as impure as the driven yellow snow.” — Spike

68 “I love you.” “No, you don’t. But thanks for saying it.” — Spike & Buffy

69 “This with you, it’s wrong. I know it. I’m not a complete idiot.” — Spike

70 “You always hurt the ones you love, pet.” — Spike

71 "When I say ‘I love you,’ it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are." — Buffy

72 "I’m just gonna go home, lie down, and listen to country music. The music of pain." — Buffy

73 "I have feelings for you. I do. But it's not love. I could never trust you enough for it to be love." — Buffy

74 "Weird love's better than no love." — Buffy

75 “People don’t fall in love with what’s right in front of them. People want the dream — what they can’t have. The more unattainable, the more attractive.” — Buffy

76 "Trust is for old marrieds, NAME. Great love is wild and passionate and dangerous. It burns and consumes." “Until there's nothing left. Love like that doesn't last." — Spike & Buffy

77 "This isn't some fairy tale. When I kiss you...you don't wake up from a deep sleep and live happily ever after" — Angel

78 "I love you. I try not to, but I can't stop" — Angel

79 "If I may suggest, ‘This time it's personal.’ I mean, there's a reason why it's a classic." —Oz

80 "Well, to the casual observer, it would appear that you're trying to make your friend NAME jealous, or even the score, or something. And...that's on the empty side. See, in my fantasy, when I'm kissing you, you're kissing me. It's okay, I can wait." — Oz

81 "NAME’s our friend...except I don't like him/her.” — Xander

82 "What am I gonna do? I think about sex all the time! Sex ... Help! Four times five is thirty ... five times six is thirty-two ... Naked girls. Naked women ... Naked NAME ... Oh, stop me!" — Xander

83 "Man, NAME! My whole life just flashed before my eyes. I gotta' get me a life!" — Xander

84 “NAME. You're really campaigning for bitch-of-the-year, aren't you?” “As defending champion, you nervous?” — Cordelia & Buffy

85 "Tact is just not saying true stuff. I'll pass." — Cordelia

86 “Oh please. Like shame is something to be proud of.” — Cordelia

87 “I’m going to give you some advice: get over it.” — Cordelia

88 “Oh, and you’re welcome.” — Cordelia

89 “I’m not a sniveling little cry-NAME. I’m the nastiest guy/girl in PLACE history. I take crap from no one.” — Cordelia

90 “I think it. I say it. It’s my way.” — Cordelia

91 "I don't like spiders, okay? Their furry bodies, and their sticky webs, and what do they need all those legs for anyway? I'll tell you - for crawling across your face in the middle of the night." — Willow

92 "I don't want danger. Big 'no’ to danger.” — Willow

93 "Let's get this straight. I don't understand it. I don't wanna' understand it. You have gross emotional problems. And things are not okay between us." — Willow

94 "NAME, I got so lost." "I found you. I will always find you." — Tara & Willow

95 "But you like him/her, and when you think about him/her, you get that good down-low tickle, right?" — Faith

96 "You hurt me, I hurt you. I'm just a little more efficient." — Faith

97 "Just relax ... and take off your pants." — Faith

98 "I am, you know." “What?" “Yours." — Tara & Willow

99 "I don't have time for bondage fun." - Buffy

100 “It's fine, I don't need to be snuggled.” — Willow