#it traps you in regrets of the past and doesn't let you move forward!!!

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What is something you need to realize?

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Pile 01.

Page of Cups.

What is it that you need to realize?

Your emotional world is something of great importance, and you must understand that. No matter how you see yourself — your inner world deeply influences your outer reality, whether you're aware of it or not. If you've been holding back your emotions out of fear or to protect your ego, it's time to let them out. Emotions shouldn't be ignored or suppressed because doing so only causes more harm in the long run. However, this doesn't mean you should act on every impulse. For example, when you're angry, don't take it out on those who don't deserve it. Expressing your emotions is crucial, but it's about doing so in a way that helps you without leading to regret later. There's a big difference between expressing your emotions destructively and doing so in a healthy, constructive way.

You need to recognize that fear and hesitation are holding you back. Be open to new ideas, especially those that arise from your intuition. Trusting your instincts can lead to unexpected adventures and opportunities. When facing challenges or feeling like giving up on your dreams, confront the situation with courage. Persistence is essential to turning your desires into reality.

The final thing you must open your eyes to is your inner child. It needs healing, as it’s mourning the parts of yourself that you’ve lost. Now is the time to reflect on what you’ve been repressing — embrace those parts, and begin to heal from past wounds.

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11:11, 444, 33.3, 88.3. Forest. Rain. Clouds. Moonlight. Morning. Sunshine. Gemstones.

Pile 02.

The Moon.

What is it that you need to realize?

You should realize that overthinking isn’t your ally. You might believe it’s something that has benefited you somehow, but have you ever stopped to consider that it might also be overwhelming you? How can you be sure that the act of overthinking isn’t leading you down uncertain paths that you might later regret in the future? And, of course, mentioning this could cause you to overthink even more. So, is overthinking really something you want to continue dealing with? Regardless of your answer, when your mind is flooded with excessive thoughts, especially unnecessary ones, it becomes hard to see things clearly, and your judgment becomes clouded. Therefore, you need to be aware of when your thoughts are making things seem much more intimidating and complicated than they truly are. Instead of overthinking, try to view a situation from multiple perspectives, not just your own. Sometimes, things aren’t as they first seem, which can lead to overthinking. However, overthinking won't necessarily help you understand better; it might cause confusion and lead you astray. Take the time to understand the situation thoroughly before jumping to conclusions. Make decisions with a clear mind and avoid acting on impulse. Also, trust your intuition — it can help reveal the truth in challenging times.

It's time to recognize that avoiding healing past wounds and ignoring issues as they come up is keeping you from reaching the state you want. Pushing your problems aside doesn’t protect your peace, and convincing yourself that your hurt doesn’t matter won’t help you move forward. True self-protection means facing your issues with courage, not pretending they don’t exist. It’s important to heal, but avoid falling into the trap of toxic positivity. While maintaining a positive outlook is valuable, forcing positivity in every situation, especially when it’s not genuine, can be detrimental. Genuine healing requires acknowledging all aspects of your experience, not just the positive ones.

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555, 3.45, 999, 14:49. Stories. Mirage. Reflection of self. Water.

Pile 03.

III of Swords.

What is it that you need to realize?

Understand that while lessons aren't always meant to be painful, there’s value in what you’ve experienced. Take time to uncover the lessons in your painful memories. Each challenging experience offers insights and opportunities for personal growth. Reflecting on these lessons can help you in the future and potentially benefit others as well.

Suppressing your feelings of hurt doesn’t make them disappear as they’re likely to resurface later, often with greater intensity. Avoiding these emotions means they will continue to affect you in different ways until you address them. This is similar to how lessons will reappear in various forms, through different people or situations, until you learn from them. Even if you push your emotions down so much that you barely recognize them, they won’t stay buried forever. A small crack can and will eventually lead to overwhelming sorrow that you can’t ignore. So, don’t repress your feelings. Allow yourself to heal and comfort yourself, because ultimately, the person you need the most is yourself. The one you have at the end will always be yourself.

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7:00, 444, 222, 32.4, 3. Eclipse. Wander. Echo. Whisper. Veil. Secrets. Ethereal. Hatred. Love. Pearl clips. Painted nails. Affirmations. Manifestation.

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Don't Scare Me Like That!

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Fandom: Doodle World (Roblox)

Words: 750

Quincy panted, scanning his line of sight for any more Shadow Clan warriors. Every time he thought he was safe, another one leapt from the darkness, daggers swinging wildly. His clothes were starting to bear tears and cuts from when one of those daggers had gotten a bit too close and actually connected.

He was clutching a Doodle Capsule close to his chest, ready to hurl it at whatever he saw moving. He wasn't sure which Doodle of his the Capsule actually had inside, but he was in too much danger to give a damn.

"Horbeast, do you see any more of those guys?" he asked his loyal Doodle, standing faithfully at his back.

Horbeast responded with a growl in the negative, though the brilliant flash of magenta light from a few blocks away let Quincy know that the battle wasn't quite over yet.

Quincy ran towards the source of the Awakening, ducking through alleyways and jumping over fallen debris, Horbeast dropping onto all fours to give chase.

Rounding a corner, pink glittering smoke was tossed into his eyes with a gust of a Doodle's artificial wind. Quincy coughed uncontrollably, trying to squint past the smoke to analyze the situation. He was just barely able to make out the silhouette of an Awakened Partybug and that of its Tamer, a tall man with a long jacket to protect him from the cold.

Quincy tossed a cautionary glance behind him, but saw that the pink smoke had surrounded him, pressing in on all sides to disorient him. Every time he breathed in the slightest bit of the gas, it attacked his lungs and made him cough until he needed to gasp for air, which only made him cough again, trapping him in a vicious cycle.

He couldn't see a thing no matter where he looked. A Shadow Clan warrior could easily sneak up behind him and--

A firm immobilizing grab at Quincy's wrist. Adrenaline surged through his veins, spreading through his body in than a second, his pulse quickening and his lungs working harder to draw in air. He spun on his heel, turning around to throw a punch at his assailant and at least give himself a fighting chance.

His fist made contact with the crunch of breaking cartilage.

The voice that squeaked out in pain was familiar, feminine. They let go of his wrist and fell back onto the ground, and although Quincy couldn't see their face, regret quickly set in when he realized who he had just attacked.

"Suzie?"

"Ow ow ow ow OW OW OW--!" Suzie quietly yelped in pain to avoid drawing more attention to the two than had already been drawn.

"Holy Louis-- Suzie, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't realize you were there, and I--"

Quincy was interrupted by Horbeast dropping onto all fours and tossing him onto its back. It scooped up Suzie in one of its strong arms and ran forward out of the smoke, not stopping until it was absolutely sure its two humans were in a safe spot.

Horbeast carefully sat Suzie down, then allowed Quincy to slide off its back."Suzie! Suzie, are you okay?" Quincy said, rushing over to her side.

"I'm fine!" Suzie said, chipper as ever, "It's just a broken nose!"

Blood was leaking from one of her nostrils, flowing down her face. She wiped her mouth on her dirty jacket sleeve, staining it even more than it already was and making the blood smear across her upper lip.

There was a cut just barely underneath one of her eyes from the knife of a rogue assassin. Quincy got chills as he imagined what would've happened if that knife had struck just a few inches upward, though he hopes the shivering was just because of the cold.

"We need to get you to a doctor," Quincy said, partially to himself, "But Icyridge--"

"Lemme guess. Icyridge doesn't have doctors."

"I don't think so, no."

"It's fine. We can take care of it when this is all over."

Suzie pushed herself onto her feet, doing a 360-degree check for Shadow Clan members. After confirming they were alone, she leaned closer to Quincy.

"When this all over, okay?"

Suzie was holding out a closed hand for a fist bump. After a brief moment of hesitation, Quincy closed his own hand and met Suzie's, tapping his knuckles against hers.

Suzie smiled, opening her hand and poorly mimicking the sound of an explosion.

"Alright! Now let's go kick some Shadow Clan butt!"

[softaneasy]

You've been cursing for a while now, so after leaving my mug in the kitchen I went to see what had you so riled up. I walked into the living room and saw you glaring at the TV, where you were playing GTA.

“ What's wrong?” I asked, feeling a small level of amusement seeing you so frustrated.

“ I've been stuck on this part for ages now” you moaned dramatically and flopped backwards into the sofa cushions.

After taking a better look at the screen I realized which mission this was, and offered to try. Apparently it was shooting your way to a window so you could get out that had you cursing at the tv.

I sat down next to you, took the controller and finished the mission quite quickly. I couldn't help It, but the look on your face had me laughing.

“you made that seem so effortless” you grumbled. I knew you weren't upset with me seeing as you dragged me to lay down between your legs and let me use your chest as a backrest.

I bit my lip, but my impulsiveness won out fairly quickly.

“ It wasn't difficult,” I replied, looking up at you. “ I enjoy the shooting, but I'm a terrible driver”, I added.

“ I've been stuck on that for the past 15 minutes!” You exclaimed, wrapping your arms around me for a cuddle.

“ I guess shooting isn't your thing. But you do make an excellent get away driver!” I laughed.

“Are you saying my shooting sucks??” You asked dramatically, poking my sides repeatedly. I bit my lip, both to hide my smile and to keep in the soft giggles that I could feel building up, and tried to wriggle away from your fingers, but the hug you still had me trapped in prevented me from going very far.

“That's not what I said!” I defended myself. When your fingers started moving towards my stomach I automatically abandoned the controller and grabbed for your hands.

You stopped trying to get to my stomach, took the controller I had dropped and drove away.

I rested on your chest and watched you play for a bit before asking if I could drive.

And see, I hadn't teased you with your failings, and yet you decided to tease me for all my crashings and my running commentary.

“ What the hell are they standing around here for?!” at multiple red lights, “ who needs such” after taking down a few light poles and a few stop signs.

“YOU drove into ME moron!” whenever I had a collision.

At least one of us got a good laugh out of it. However after dying for the third time because of idiots (not my fault, nope) you decided to be mean. I only lost a few thousands of dollars, not our house!

“ Everytime you run into something, another car, a traffic sign, light pole, ANYTHING, I will tickle you for one minute” you whispered in my ear and suddenly your arms that had ended up around me again thightend.

Well you had my attention now, and I cursed my body for reacting, which you being the mean person knew it would. But I'm also competitive… so I made sure to drive carefully enough not to collide with anything. Which apparently- bad move. Your fingers began moving softly and slowly up and down my ribcage which caused the first crash.

“One minute” you whispered again.

It felt impossible to keep driving when all my instincts screamed at me to move away.

“Keep driving” you ordered when I still hadn't resumed playing, a few fingers gently digging in as a warning which made me jolt forwards and a giggle escaped.

Damned if I do, and damn if I don't. It was nearly impossible to focus on anything other than your fingers, still resting oh so innocently on my ribs. I began driving again, and crashed once more not even a minute in. But after that I managed not to crash, even though the driving was anything but stable.

You being the sore loser and cheater that you keep moving your fingers now and then, causing more crashes. And for every one of them you whispered the total amount.

“It's not my fault you're such a sore loser that you feel the need to cheat!!” I exclaimed after yet another crash. “ Jealousy doesn't look good on you!”

I regretted the words as soon as I said them, and I couldn't look up to see your face, I already knew what it would look like.

Diggers keep digging, I thought to myself before our positions changed and you were pinning my legs down as you leaned over me. I was totally screwed.

Reminder to myself, proceed with cause when playing GTA.

[twothpaste]

Thoughts about Porky?

my thoughts on porky are such a vast tangled web of forever spaghetti that i'm not even sure where to begin or what to pin down. the premise of a tormented child ascending to near-godhood out of sheer misanthropic spite towards the whole wide world makes my brain do backflips like a sea world dolphin. i'll ramble a bit about him.

he's ness' foil. just two chubby kids who probably grew up with their (un)fair share of bullying. the only thing distinguishing them was the familial abuse porky suffered, which he inevitably regurgitated. then destiny comes along, choosing ness over porky, and the jealousy just eats porky alive. watching his bestie accumulate friends and accolades, unable to accept it's his own rotten behavior that's driven a wedge between them. gotta imagine the burden of cutting porky off was almost unbearable for ness. somethin' that keeps him up at night, wondering if he'd just been a little kinder, or sterner, or more understanding - maybe he could've saved his old friend? not quite yet realizing it was Not At All his responsibility to "fix" someone who'd dug his grave and laid in it. porky's the kinda bad guy you love to hate, but considering his upbringing, you hesitate to blame the poor schmuck. all he knows is authority and manipulation. if you gave any ornery ostracized thirteen year old unlimited power - instead of empathy and guidance - they'd probably go down the path of vengeance, too.

he's lucas' foil. both of 'em were given plenty of reasons to hate the world. when faced with an unhappy childhood, do you choose love anyways, and move forward? or do you let it become your villain origin story? porky refuses to grow up, to such an extreme degree, that he's gotta drag everybody down into neverland with him. thinks he's got human nature all figured out, when really - kid dropped out in eighth grade - his expertise starts at the middle school lunch table and ends at Lord of the Flies. where lucas seeks to bring about a brighter future, porky's terminally obsessed with the past. barfs up the same old hierarchical capitalist bullshit he grew up with. hoards memorabilia. makes monuments to his warped nostalgia, as if anyone on the nowhere islands knows or cares. even tries to mold lucas into a makeshift ness - one last final battle, one last chance for destiny to stop me, here, take this baseball bat, come get me, let's play. but it doesn't worrrrk, because the gilded past he aches for is long buried, and these people aren't actors in his self-aggrandizing biopic. where lucas wakes up and says, "i don't have to be the same coward i was yesterday," porky says, "me? change? not a chance in hell." even if it costs him everything. porky's real worst nightmare is a world that moves on without him. once he's trapped in his time capsule, that's exactly what he's got in store.

i think he's the sunk cost fallacy incarnate. the sheer momentum of a thousand horrible decisions he can never turn back on. earthbound porky might get a little bit of slack, sure. but given a bazillion years worth of opportunities to change, mother 3 porky actively chose to get worse. what fucks me up most is how real he is. can't call a villain like this "insane", or even terribly exaggerated, when i'm lookin' out the window these days at billionaires, covid deniers, fuckin' terfs and maga hats. some people really would sooner die, or become all-consuming monsters, than admit they were wrong. it's all or nothing. in his eyes, either he's a visionary hero, or everything he's ever done was irredeemably reprehensible - and all the torment and criticism and loneliness he endured was therefore deserved. he can't bear the weight of it, so he simply doesn't. that's what underpins his character, to me. like. the moment he'd admit fault, or apologize, or express an ounce of regret? he'd cease to be porky. denying himself the human capacity to grow, forever, just to spare his fragile ego. could almost pity him. almost.

a perfect villain for both of the stories he terrorizes, and my favorite villain in anything ever. when itoi said "porky is truly a poem in himself" he wasn't kidding.

[planetaryaether]

'The Land is Inhospitable and so are We' Songs As Blackrock Moments

(featuring my 24-hour Mitski Lockdown for the album's release)

Bug Like an Angel - Ravs being left alone after season 2. He is broken and alone left to think about everything he has done in his life and how it has led him to that very moment. All that is left is regret and the smell of (squid-based) alcohol.

Buffalo Replaced - Season 3 Rythian letting go of his pursuit of revenge. Like the conservation efforts of Buffalo after their near extinction, Rythian too has begun to heal from the damage that brought him to the brink. Things will never be as they were, but modernity & nature, science & magic can co-exist.

Heaven - Zoey and Rythian's relationship in season 1. Even as they are in love with each other, Zoey defines herself too much in who she is compared to Rythian. This sidelining of her own identity comes to a head when their relationship is shattered by the reveal of BARRY. But until then, they can live in bliss.

I Don't Like My Mind - Rythian's whole arc in season 2, follows a self-destructive path over and over again knowing how much it is hurting him but unable to stop himself because he doesn't know how to live without it. The very thing that is keeping him alive is what is killing him.

The Deal - The Princess initiating her ritual. She cannot deal with the pain of losing her parents and the hit to her ego it represents so she seels her emotions away in the pursuit of magic, the very act that damns her to her fate. Shutting down her emotions may have kept her from feeling worse but it only trapped her in the pain of the moment forever.

When Memories Snow - Zoey losing her autonomy in season 2. She is trapped between her past and her future. It doesn't matter how hard she tries to move forward with her life, she is haunted by the memories of the past, pulled towards the fond memories even as the thoughts are tied to painful moments as well. In the present, she is trapped by her past decisions, smothered by burnout she must figure out which life she should pursue: the one that hurt her in the past or the one actively destroying her now.

My Love Mine All Mine - Rythian trying to repair his relationship with Zoey after she returns in season 2. Rythian is desperately trying to do what he can to share his love for her, but you cannot control if someone accepts your love, so Rythian is left hoping that his love can stretch beyond the pain he has caused, beyond the version of him that is dead and gone.

The Frost - Teep, alone in his have, believes he is the only survivor of the old world. Teep, by his nature, is always alone in some way. There are no others of his kind and with the destruction of the old world, the only community he was ever welcome in is gone and he is left to dwell on the thought that this may be it, that he may be alone forever.

Star - Duncan, thinking back to his relationship with Rythian in the old world, how they can never go back to how things were but even in knowing that, he cannot give up on their friendship. Rythian's actions scare him because he cannot fix the harm he has caused, but he wants things to be better. In pretending things are okay, he is trying to extend an olive branch, that he still values their relationship and wants it to continue as it was, even when that possibility is long gone. At least their friendship is preserved in their memories and how they changed each other for the better, before the end.

I'm Your Man - Zoey, after returning, thinking about the harm she has caused. She cannot accept that Rythian has forgiven her so she crushes herself in loathing and self-hatred. She refuses to see the love in front of her because she cannot let herself believe that she deserves it. Zoey minimizes herself to her mistakes. living only to fix them even when attempting to do so only causes more damage to herself.

I Love Me After You - Post series Zoey. After finally processing her emotions about the old world, her memories, and the nuke, Zoey is able to fully come into herself, confident and vibrant. She has become who she always wanted to be by embracing who she was the entire time.

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eARC Review: Darkhearts

A HUGE thank you to Netgalley and Wednesday Books for providing me an eARC in exchange for an honest review!

RATING: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

GOODREADS SYNOPSIS:  When David quit his band, he missed his shot at fame. For the past two years, he’s been trapped in an ordinary Seattle high school life, working summers for his dad’s construction business while his former best friends Chance and Eli became the hottest teen pop act in America. Then Eli dies. Suddenly David and Chance are thrown back into contact, forcing David to rediscover all the little things that once made the two of them so close, even as he continues to despise the singer’s posturing and attention-hogging. As old wounds break open, an unexpected kiss leads the boys to trade frenemy status for a confusing, tentative romance—one Chance is desperate to keep out of the spotlight. Though hurt by Chance’s refusal to acknowledge him publicly, David decides their new relationship presents a perfect opportunity for him to rejoin the band and claim the celebrity he's been denied. But Chance is all too familiar with people trying to use him. As the mixture of business and pleasure becomes a powder keg, David will have to choose: Is this his second chance at glory? Or his second chance at Chance?

RELEASE DATE: 6/6/2023

See my full review under the cut!

Sutter’s latest novel Darkhearts is a strong, bittersweet work about grief and regret. 

This book is difficult to classify. While it has some elements of a romcom (friends-to-rivals-to-lovers, secretly dating, finding yourself, etc.), it doesn't actually read like one. The romance between narrator David and his love interest Chance is the main plot, but arguably the story is really about how David has been stuck in the past and needs to find a way to move forward. If I had to register a critique, it would be the fact that band member and friend Eli's death wasn't handled in a way that served the narrative or the readers. 

This is the event that kicks off the plot and brings Chance and David back together. Narratively, we are set up to expect it will be tied to the emotional development of both characters. Maybe it will help them learn to let go of old grudges because life is too short? Maybe it will cast doubt on how they used to see each other or the wider world? Maybe something else, but (pardon the expression) you can’t raise a ghost like that and then just expect it to...fade away.

But that’s exactly what happens. By the midway point of the book, Chance's feelings of guilt are "resolved" for narrative purposes...Or maybe they just get forgotten? Either way, the fact that this event just falls away is troubling.

It’s particularly insensitive considering that Eli’s death is a tragedy related to substance abuse. This is an incredibly serious topic, one that affects many young people, particularly young queer people. Chance--who lived in the bubble of teenage stardom side-by-side with Eli--is no doubt traumatized by the loss of the person who understood him best in the world. But somewhere along the line, David and Chance have maybe one honest, vulnerable conversation about it...and then they never speak of it again!

The only thing I can think of is that maybe this is meant to be another sign of David’s selfishness. He’s the narrator, and by the end he realizes that he’s been ignoring the emotional needs of his friends and family to feed his own resentment. But wouldn’t Eli’s death be a trauma for David too? After all, he perceives Eli as having left him behind for fame just as much as Chance did. Knowing David as a character, I find it hard to believe he wouldn’t obsess over the fact that he’s not ever going to get some kind of closure with Eli.

As always, there’s also the Big Question of all queer self discovery stories: to come out or not to come out? I understand that not every teenager is in a position to come out before becoming an independent adult. I also recognize that in real life celebrities often choose to live in the closet because homophobia has real consequences that could put them and their dreams in danger.

Still! I hate reading stories like that. I live and breathe homophobia every day of my life. I don’t want to escape in a book and see queer people having to settle for a half life of stifled unhappiness, resigned to reality because that’s just the way life is. Why do we write fiction if not to bring back some measure of power to our lives with our voices?

So I also thought I would leave unsatisfied by the 'resolution' about the choice to come out or not. 

Until those last couple of lines...

Well, let's just say I liked it better than I thought I would.

I'd recommend this book to fans of YA, coming-of-age novels, and bittersweet romances.

[19761107]

『Forever Young』 ~Courageous confession of love that influences life, so that you will not regret it even after 53 years~

It's too late to be sorry

In terms of genre, this work would be a love romance movie.

The main character of this work is very regretful because he lacked the courage to confess his love to his beloved.

You should have proposed to your darling.

Have you ever experienced that?

I don't think there are many people in life who fall in love, love, and can't stand it.

It's a very precious existence.

You are very happy just talking to her(him).

Even if you get dumped or break up, you don't think you'll blame that person.

A person who can say "thank you for the precious memories, the time we spent together was very happy".

I think that darlings like this are called irreplaceable people.

If you convey something with energy, the other party will return that energy regardless of the result.

You don't think you will ever have any regrets there.

It's for yourself.

Otherwise, we will be trapped in the past and will not be able to move forward.

Come on, let's have the courage to hit and break!

You can sing confession poems and songs!

Beloved lover Helen

Now let's get into the work.

The setting is 1939, America before World War II.

The main character, Daniel, works as a test pilot for the United States Air Force.

He has a childhood friend, Helen, whom he loves very much.

In the sepia-toned video, the two of them lie down in front of the fireplace and eat a plate of pizza together at Daniel's house.

Helen gently kisses Daniel as he falls asleep in his chair.

The Billie Holiday song in that room "The Very Thought of You" is flowing with a sweet tone.

Daniel holds Helen's mouth and spitefully prevents her from singing the song.

Daniel looks like a child when he is with Helen.

Daniel has a best friend, Harry, who is a military scientist.

At a picnic, a boy with ice cream keeps looking at Daniel.

Daniel is at a loss as to what to say.

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Daniel:

"This kid keeps staring at me."

Helen:

"He likes you."

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Helen says so and admonishes Daniel.

Daniel is not good at communicating with children.

He doesn't know what to say.

Later, Daniel will be in close contact with the child…

Harry then announces that his wife Blanche has a baby.

Later, this child will be a key person.

Daniel and Helen look at each other like, "We're next."

Helen smiles as if to tell him to propose soon.

Cafe of sadness in the rain

One rainy afternoon, Daniel meets Helen at their favorite cafe restaurant "JAKE’S DINER".

It is a stylish cafe restaurant in the shape of a train.

Daniel, who came first, is doing a rehearsal for the proposal.

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Daniel:

"Look,it's 1939 already…"

"You usually get my thoughts before I do so you probably know what I'll say."

"Helen, will you marry me?"

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Try a pattern that feels a little more casual.

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Daniel:

"I've been thinking…"

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Helen rushes over.

Helen spills salt, but she puts it on her neck.

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Helen:

"Guess what?"

"Colliers wants the pictures."

Daniel:

"No kidding?"

Helen:

"But it's a rush thing."

"They need the pictures by Thursday."

"I must have them ready tomorrow."

"Which means I must get to work."

"I must go."

Daniel:

"Wait!"

Helen:

"What?"

Daniel:

"Want some pie?"

Helen:

"We just had pie."

Daniel:

"Not blueberry."

Helen:

"How can you be hungry?"

Daniel:

"I don't know."

"Isn't that the darndest thing?"

"(To the clerk) Some blueberry pie?"

"Want some?"

"(To the clerk) Just one."

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There was silence for a while between the two.

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Helen:

"What's going on?"

Daniel:

"What's going on?"

"Nothing, I just want you to sit here with me while I eat."

"I'll eat fast."

Helen:

"You're trying to break bad news to me,right?"

"You're testing a rocket?"

Daniel:

"Where do you cook this stuff up?"

"There's no rocket."

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Daniel just can't get the courage.

Helen gently presents a napkin to Daniel who eats in a hurry.

Helen also seems to be aware of Daniel's proposal and smiles at Daniel without courage.

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Helen:

"I have to go"

Daniel:

"OK I know."

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Daniel didn't have the courage to propose.

Helen kisses Daniel and leaves the cafe.

With a disappointed look on his face, Daniel calls Harry from the café's pay phone to tell him that he couldn't propose to Helen.

At that time, the movement of the familiar sales clerk became flustered.

He tells Daniel, "You better go quickly. Miss Helen is in trouble…"

Surprisingly, Helen rushed out of the coffee shop and was hit by a truck on the road in front of the cafe.

Like an empty shell

Helen hits her head and never regains consciousness.

Every day Daniel stayed by Helen's bedside.

Time passed, and Helen remained unconscious for half a year.

Even the doctors seemed to have given up.

Daniel has become an empty shell and has been stuck at home.

His best friend Harry also goes to Daniel's house to comfort him.

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Harry:

"After 2 weeks,they said she wouldn't wake up."

"That was 6 months ago."

Daniel:

"Doctor can be wrong."

"She said, ’I'll see you later’."

“She said ’I'll see you later’ and passed.”

"We used to play out by the lighthouse when we were kids."

"And she'd say we'd grow old together…"

"…in that great house down the road."

"I don't have one single memory without her."

"Nothing was real until she knew."

"She's a part of me"

ーーーーーーーーーー

There, Daniel learns about the cryosleep preservation experiment Harry is working on.

After hearing that there were no test subjects and after a few days of thinking, Daniel volunteered.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel:

"I can't watch her die."

"I want to sleep for a year."

Harry:

"What do you say!"

Daniel:

"Well thought out"

"I've been in the service for 12 years."

"I'm healthy."

"I got no family,nowhere to go."

"I knows tests."

"I know experiments."

"It's my job."

"I'm perfect."

"You know that."

Harry:

"I don't even know if this thing'll work for a year."

Daniel:

"Let me do it, please."

"I can't think anymore."

"I can't."

"Until, she…"

"Until it's over."

Harry:

"Maybe the doctor made a mistake."

Daniel:

"If she gets better…"

"…wake me up."

ーーーーーーーーーー

As he falls asleep, a fun scene from their childhood with Daniel and Helan at the lighthouse will play in slow motion.

When Daniel finally wakes up

The experiment was supposed to last a year.

However, 53 years have passed and it is now 1992.

10-year-old Nat and Felix, who live near a military facility, are best friends and play together all the time.

There is a lot of humor in this work even in such a lonely mood.

Nat says to Felix, "When are you going to the dentist?"

Felix continues to suck only the sweet part of the pie.

In the next scene, Felix has stuffed teeth and can't speak.

Felix's brother Steven works in the Air Force and makes deliveries by car.

The two of them silently listen to their older brother, who continues to sing a strange song while screaming.

They were put in the back seat of the car he was driving and came to the military facility.

They are told to stay calm in the car, but the two ignore the order and explore the facility.

In a certain warehouse, the two find something that looks like a submarine and start playing submarines.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat:

"Roger. Temperature is one,two.three. Ready."

Felix:

"Activating the turbopower speed booster."

Nat:

"Prepare for radioactive energy."

Felix:

"Okay. How low are we?"

Nat:

"The needle says 65."

"47"

Felix:

"Ready to raise the periscope?"

Nat:

"Ready to raise periscope."

Felix:

"A leak! Emergency!"

Nat:

"What now?"

Felix:

"Tigheten the oxygen."

ーーーーーーーーーー

The two of them open the valve with momentum.

Then the door of the device opened and a frozen man came out from inside.

Nat is grabbed by the jacket he was wearing, but the two desperately escape.

Nat explains to her mother, Claire, how he lost the jacket, but she doesn't believe it.

On the other hand, Daniel, who wakes up from cryo somnia, is stunned by the surrounding environment after 53 years, dragging his legs that do not go as expected.

Daniel tried to explain this to military personnel, but they thought he was crazy and ignored him.

With the help of children

Daniel, thinking that he had no choice but to find Harry, looks for a collaborator.

Use the address on the jacket he grabbed as a clue to go to Nat's house.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel:

"Are you Nat Cooper?"

Nat:

"It's the dead guy!"

Felix:

"The dead guy!"

"Help me!"

Daniel:

"I won't kill you."

"I'm not going to kill you,okay?"

"I just want to know how I got this jacket."

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat and Felix are panicked and they both speak at the same time, and Daniel can't hear them.

This is interesting

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel:

"All right!"

"You talk"

Nat:

"We went to the warehouse with Felix's brother,Steven."

"And we were playing there."

"And we saw a metal thing and thought it was a submarine."

"And we opened it up somehow and you were inside."

"Right?"

Felix:

"Right."

Daniel:

"There were no guards?"

"No doctors?"

Nat:

"No,sir."

"Just junk."

ーーーーーーーーーー

He cleared them of the misconception that he was a zombie.

And he taught them 53 years of history and technology.

World War II, answering machines, how to drink juice from paper cartons, etc.

Nat is surprised and delighted to know that Daniel is the pilot.

The three go to the library to investigate the events of the 53 years.

Nat's unrequited love

Then comes the girl Nat is in love with.

Nat is encouraged by Felix to speak up.

This scene is so humorous and funny that Nat tries to get the girl's attention.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat:

"I'm in the library on a Saturday."

"She'll think I'm a geek."

Felix:

"She's in here, too."

"Call her."

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat goes to talk to the girl.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat:

"Hi, Alice, how are you?"

Alice:

"yes."

Nat:

"Hey Alice,…nice dress."

Alice:

"Thanks."

Nat:

"Looks like wallpaper."

ーーーーーーーーーー

The girl looks displeased, but he will follow her not like following her, saying, "I mean a good wallpaper."

Continuing on, he blundered.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat:

"Bitchin nail polish."

"Looks like blood."

ーーーーーーーーーー

Alice is no longer the opponent.

Nat cheerfully signals to Daniel that he'll be fine.

He's not okay at all…

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat:

"I had a huge bike accident."

Alice:

"Really?"

Nat:

"Thrashed my bike. Thrashed. Totally thrashed."

"I got a big cut too."

"Don't remove the scab"

Alice:

"It looks very painful."

Nat:

"thanks"

Alice:

"Well…I have to go."

"See you."

Nat:

"I'm a geek."

ーーーーーーーーーー

He shows her his Injured and scratched, painful wounds and does ridiculous things.

Daniel is watching the exchange, but it seems that he is not very interested.

It's painful to be alone…

Mother Claire and child Nat live together in a fatherless family.

Nat felt very lonely without his father.

As a result, Daniel gets along well with his mother, Claire.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Claire:

"You know…I'm told…that I listen exceptionally well."

"If you want to talk."

Daniel:

"You ever feel lost?"

Claire:

"I invented it."

"It's mine."

Daniel:

"My buddy was supposed to be here when I woke up."

"He used to live here…"

"…and I can't find him."

"I know that sounds desperate,but…"

"He's all I have left."

Claire:

"You could always go home."

Daniel:

"I lost someone close to me, that's why I left."

"That's why I haven't got any money or clothes or home."

"I just left and…"

"I didn't think about where I'd end up."

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel gradually comes to know Nat's private life.

Nat asks Daniel to teach him how to steer.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat:

"Maybe tomorrow if you don't find your friend…"

"…you can teach me to fly."

ーーーーーーーーーー

Dejected, Daniel refuses, saying he doesn't have a flight jacket or a plane.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat:

"My father left when I was one."

"Thought you'd want to know."

Daniel:

"I don't think that's any of my business."

Nat:

"He hasn't talked to us since."

Daniel:

"Thanks"

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat looks sad.

Daniel suddenly stops by the coffee shop of his memories and sits down at the table where the two of them sat.

Then, pick up some salt and mimic Helen's gesture, sprinkle it around his neck, and gently close his eyes.

A classic café gently embraces the wounded Daniel.

Nat asks Daniel what he can do to get her to turn to him.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat:

"Can I ask you something?"

Daniel:

"Shoot"

Nat:

”Remember that girl in the library?”

”That girl in the library, Alice.”

"She's really cool."

"Plus she's really pretty."

Daniel:

"So what's your question?"

Nat:

"Felix says I should make her jealous, like his brother does with girls."

Daniel:

"Aren't you a little young to be…"

"Think about other stuff."

Nat:

"I'm 10!"

"I really like her."

Daniel:

"If I were you, I'd forget about her."

ーーーーーーーーーー

For Daniel, it's after losing Helen, so he doesn't want to think about love.

Daniel in the living room, Billie Holiday song "The Very Thought of You" find the album of

That song is filled with many memories with Helen.

While looking at the album, he remembered Helen, and the loneliness welled up.

Unaware of the situation, Claire plays the song.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel:

"You don't have to put that on."

Claire:

"Nat's asleep."

CD player:

♫　The very thought of you and I forget to do

♫　The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do

♫　I'm living in a kind of daydream

♫　I'm happy as a queen

♫　And foolish though it may seem

♫　To me that's everything

♫　The mere idea of you, the longing here for you

♫　You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you

♫　I see your face in every flower

♫　Your eyes in stars above

♫　It's just the thought of you

♫　The very thought of you, my love

ーーーーーーーーーー

Unable to bear the pain, Daniel left the room and cried.

If Harry didn't get him out of the device, Helen is dead.

At that time, Daniel must have regretted that he should have confessed.

Man's Friendship

Realizing that he was wrong, Daniel wakes Nat up in the middle of the night.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel:

”Nat, wake up.”

"I was wrong"

"Before, about Alice."

”I told you to forget about it.”

Nat:

"What about her?"

Daniel:

"You know how you want to know how you want to know what you should do?"

"You must tell her"

Nat:

"What?"

Daniel:

"The next time you see her, the very next time…"

"when your heart pounds and you're nervous and…"

"You know what I mean?"

"Just let go."

Nat:

"What do you mean?"

Daniel:

"Let go. Tell her everything."

"Tell her how you feel."

"It's hard, but you must!"

Nat:

"How?"

Daniel:

"You know that stuff you told me."

"Tell that stuff to her."

"Open your heart."

"Sing to her!"

Nat:

"Sing?"

Daniel:

"Tell her everything."

"Sing to her. The sooner the better."

"Because…you might not get another chance."

"Forrow?"

"I just wanted to tell you I was wrong."

"I thought that you should know."

Nat:

"Thanks"

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat's Courage

The next night, Nat went to her house, climbed a tree, and watched Alice through the window.he called

Alice opened the window.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Alice:

"Nat?"

Nat:

"It's me."

Alice:

"Why are you here?"

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat:

♫　You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

♫　You make me happy when skies are gray

♫　You’ll never know dear how much I love you

♫　Please don’t take my sunshine away

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat sang with all his heart.

It's You are My Sunshine.

Daniel told him to sing metaphorically, but Nat just sang it.

It is a very humorous and warm scene.

The girl's father came out from behind Alice.

Alice shyly hides her face.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Alice's father:

"Is this a prank?"

Nat:

"No, sir, this is very serious."

"I'm Nat Cooper, I love you little girl."

“Sorry to disturb you.”

"I'm Nat Cooper."

"I'm in love with your daughter."

"I see her in class every day and I just really like her a lot."

"And that's the truth."

Alice's father:

"Nat, go home."

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat hung his head and tried to go home.

Looking back, she gave him a sweet smile.

Nat has recovered.

What should I do now….

One day, Daniel was about to leave Nat and Claire.

Nat presents Daniel with a cool flight jacket.

In Nat and Felix's hideout tree house, Daniel and Nat made a simple airplane cockpit and simulated flight together.

For Nat, he spent a time with Daniel that he couldn't spoil with his father.

Daniel's body begins to change.

Daniel begins to age rapidly.

Nat calls for help and Daniel is taken to the hospital.

The military was becoming aware of the cryo sleeper and Daniel's presence.

The army begins searching for Daniel.

On the other hand, Daniel who found Harry's house escapes from the hospital and heads for it.

It was Harry's daughter who was knocked out.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel:

"Hello, I'm looking for a man named Harry Finley."

"He was a scientist."

"His wife's name was Blanche."

"He was from Chicago."

"Do you know him?"

Harry's daughter:

"That's my father."

Daniel:

"In he home?"

Harry's daughter:

"I'm sorry, but my father is dead."

"He lived here for a few months…but he died before I was born."

"You must mean another man."

Daniel:

"I was his best friend."

Harry's daughter:

"Daniel?"

ーーーーーーーーーー

For some reason, Harry's daughter knew about Daniel, whom she had never met.

Daniel finds a photo in Harry's belongings.

It was a picture of Helen with a little girl.

Daniel silently stares at the picture.

A notebook containing Harry's experiment records was also found.

On the last page of it, it said, "Impossible to stop aging."

Nat gently touched Daniel.

After freezing Daniel, Harry learns that the subject's aging cannot be stopped.

Daniel is told that Harry tried to rescue Daniel from the device, but Harry died in the fire.

Therefore, Daniel was not saved for 53 years.

Claire received Harry's research materials.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Claire:

"She's Helen?"

"Is that girl your daughter?"

Daniel:

"No, we're not married."

Harry's daughter:

"That girl was me when I was two."

Daniel:

"No way."

"She should have died in a car accident, before you were born."

Harry's daughter:

"Daniel! She's alive!"

"Her husband passed away seven years ago, and she lives in a house near the lighthouse in her hometown."

Daniel:

"No! Is Helen still alive!?"

ーーーーーーーーーー

There was a glimmer of hope in Daniel, who had been depressed by the knowledge that he could not stop aging.

Spread the wings and go to his lover

Daniel decides to go to Helen.

FBI pursuers have come to Harry's house.

Realizing that they can't escape by car, Daniel heads to the Air Force facility to get to Helen by plane.

Coincidentally, he escapes to the place where the old airplane air show is held, and succeeds in getting on the plane and taking off.

He heard a noise from the back seat.

It turned out that Nat had boarded the plane.

Nat imagines Daniel's father and gets on Daniel's plane because he doesn't want to leave and cares about Daniel's body.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Nat:

"You forgot your flight jacket, didn't you? I brought it for you."

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel was dumbfounded.

Before long, the lighthouse near Helen's house came into view.

Daniel was very old and unmanageable.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel:

"That house!"

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel put Nut's hand on the control stick and entrusted the control.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel:

"Gentry!"

"Increase back pressure."

Nat:

"Check, increase back pressure!"

"Don't die!"

Daniel:

"Turn right."

"Gear down."

Nat:

"Gear down!"

Daniel:

"Okay. Now we're going to land this together."

Nat:

"Okay,all right."

"120 miles an hour."

"Full Flaps!"

Nat:

"Check full flaps"

Daniel:

"Watch the horizon!"

Nat:

"Watching!"

"Daniel!"

"Watch the horizon! Watch the horizon! Oh,crap!"

Daniel:

"Hold it."

"Pull back!"

"Brakes!"

Nat:

"Stop!"

Daniel:

"Show off."

ーーーーーーーーーー

The plane the two of them was on somehow managed to land.

Reunion, the Time of Confession Beyond Time

The wind is very strong around here, and the old man's gray hair still flutters.

I want you to see this beautiful scenery by all means.

Daniel fearfully knocks on Helen's door.

They waited for a while, but no one came out.

Did Daniel pick up the scent from upwind?

When Daniel turned around, he found Helen carrying flowers that had already been picked.

The setting sun turns the area into sepia just like it used to be.

A few seagulls are floating on the wind.

Helen notices this too.

Daniel, who has become old, slowly approaches Helen as if dragging his feet.

With a tearful smile, Helen utters the words.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Helen:

"Daniel!"

Daniel:

"Yeah, it's me!"

ーーーーーーーーーー

What was Helen thinking during this time?

Helen spent her old age in the old house by the lighthouse where they vowed their future,when she was little.

As promised to Daniel.

After 53 years, Helen still remembers Daniel.

Nat is watching over them with tears in his eyes.

Daniel confesses to Helen without hesitation this time.

While remembering the days he regretted for a long time.

ーーーーーーーーーー

Daniel:

"So are you going to marry me?"

Helen:

"Yes!"

ーーーーーーーーーー

The two hugged each other, and eventually Nat snuggled up and it was a happy ending.

Daniel is talking like a continuation of the proposal he made that day 53 years ago.

What a joke over time!

A work that will make your heart feel refreshed

The trick of time has separated them.

If Daniel had the courage to confess that day…

If Daniel doesn't go into the cryo-sleep machine…

For Daniel, it's been half a year since he met Helen again, but for Helen, us, and the audience, 53 years have passed.

It's been a very precious and precious 53 years, but the moments that the two of them will spend from now on will be more and more irreplaceable and dense.

This work challenges us that love is more valuable than fifty-three years.

Forever Young is about the heart.

It teaches us that the body can change, but the mind can last forever.

It also teaches us the importance of a little courage.

And the kindness of the human connection between Daniel, Claire and Nat oozes out.

End credits ended with Billie Holiday singing.

It's a beautiful, happy ending that's typical of American movies.

If you watch this work, your heart will tremble more than my clumsy sentence.

Billie Holiday, nice.

Nat's "You're My Sunshine" is good.

Please watch that warm memory cafe restaurant once.

Landing at the lighthouse in the last scene.

Co-starring a beautiful flight of airplanes and seagulls.

Beautiful grandma Helen with picked flowers.

A playful and solid performance from Jamie Curtis as Claire.

It's a love story where everything blends nicely.

I think that it will be a work that will surely remain in your heart.

Thank you for reading this far.

See you in the next piece.

Good bye.

...The end.

[ljf613]

Momiji crossdresses because it helps him feel close to his mother.

He stops crossdressing when he reaches a point where the face in the mirror is too masculine to mistake for hers (or his sister's).

There's some symbolism there about letting go and moving on and accepting that there are things you can't get back and acknowledging that no matter how hard you try, you can't really be anyone but yourself. The same themes that run through the entire series.

Why is this so hard to understand?

[puzzleshipper4life]

Kougami in the Realm Beyond

"Psycho-Pass Sinners of the System Case 3 - In the Realm Beyond" might not have been the best film in the Psycho-Pass franchise (clearly that's the first movie), but I think it fleshed out Kogami's character in a very interesting way. The visuals of the movie were amazing and the plot was decent.

"Psycho-Pass: The Movie" set the grounds for the best development for Kogami's character. With Kou away from everyone he loved, being a "machine of war", as he put it, and finally getting some time to reflect on his past, it made for a great character arc.

When he was talking with Makishima, we get a good amount of insight on how he views his actions at the end of season 1 and the murder of Makishima. The fact alone that he sees Makishima after his death, given that there is no verification of the afterlife in Psycho-Pass, shows that that event is constantly occupying his mind. He hasn't moved forward from that.

When Kou was thinking if he should start over in this new country, it is then that Makishima's image appears. They mention that "evil spirits are born from the past and never the future". Therefore, it is Kogami's past that haunts him, relentlessly tormenting him, even if he doesn't admit it. He subconsciously does so when he talks to the dead. He chose revenge, therefore he chose to live for the dead and lost his place in Japan in the meantime. "He chose to live for the dead" because he let his rage for the death of Sasayama take over and cloud his mind, guide his actions. He seems to be reflecting on it and maybe regretting his actions. Even now, in another country, long after those events, his life is "ruled by an evil spirit, no longer of this world". This means that he didn't consciously choose this path. It was Makishima's death and the wish of Sasayama that led him here. Even though he is alive, Makishima is, in a way, shaping his life. He hasn't forgiven himself nor has he moved past what he did. That's why he can't move on.

Makishima only appears again at the eve of battle when Kogami is preparing to take down Garcia. He proceeds to explain that in this country, death is thought as the first step of rebirth and in Christianity is a crucial part of atonement. He asks Kogami if he is indeed an evil spirit, a dead man that roams the earth with no purpose, sinking deeper into the hell of war. This is probably Kogami thinking that if he continues to live like that, letting his past and therefore his "evil spirit" guide his actions, he won't get closure. He will stay trapped in a life he never chose. He proceeds to answer "No. I won't become that.". That is him accepting what he did, letting it behind him. He closes that chapter and moves on with his life. He finally got the will to leave all that behind him and go back. Back to Japan and his friends. A new man that has settled his war with the past. Ready to move forth.

The characterization in this movie is truly great and I think gives us a nice conclusion to the whole arc of him leaving Japan and battling his past demons (Makishima but also Sasayama). What do you guys think?

[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Lee Sangyeon - Captive

cop! Sangyeon x crime boss! fem! reader

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), dubious consent, slight degradation, sub!Sangyeon

Submissive Sangyeon is a kink I never knew I had. JK I definitely have a thing for turning dominant-seeming men into little darling subbies. Welp, I hope you enjoy this filth I put together in 3 hours.

Sangyeon's an undercover cop trying to bust you and your crew. Things don't go entirely according to plan.

Sangyeon awoke with a start, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. His wrists are chained to the wall and he is completely naked except for his underwear. He starts to get angry, shaking his chains to try to loosen them.

"You'd best not do that, officer. One wrong move and it'll cut off your blood circulation." A sickeningly sweet voice cuts through the darkness and Sangyeon whips his head around, trying to find you. A light turns on, and dimly illuminates your figure. Sangyeon growls and tugs at his restraints again.

"Let me go," Sangyeon growled. "Or you're gonna regret it." You laugh airily. "Actually I think you're going to regret it if I let you go." His eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Darling, if you leave, you're gonna miss out on a lot of fun," you bring a hand up to stroke his cheek. "Don't touch me," he spits. You shrug nonchalantly, walking back to the table.

"Fine. I won't touch you." You retrieve a vibrator and walk back towards him with a devilish grin. Sangyeon widens his eyes in horror at what you're wielding and begins to protest.

"No, no stop, what are you- ahh!" He yelps as you press the vibrator into his cockhead that's leaking through his tight, white briefs. The wet patch of fabric that has turned translucent grows as Sangyeon gushes more precum from the stimulation. He thrashes around, chains clanging as he begs for you to stop. You ignore his cries and continue to run the vibrator up and down his impressive length.

You pull away the vibrator for a moment and watch as he bucks his hips forward, chasing that delicious sensation. You laugh, slapping him on the thigh, which elicits a pained moan. "You keep telling me to stop, but it seems like you don't actually want me to. Make up your mind, silly officer."

You continue to mock him by pressing the vibrator against his cock for a second, then removing it, and repeating it over and over until he actually starts terafully whining in frustration. You laugh at his misery, sneering at him, "Big, scary officer turning into a whiny little bitch? Pathetic." You take away the vibrator and grab his balls harshly, making him howl in pain.

You grope him through his drenched briefs and he starts to welcome the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure. He hates that he enjoys being tortured by you, a criminal he had sworn to take down, but he can't deny that you were hot, and that this situation was wonderfully wrong on so many levels. But since he was trapped here, might as well enjoy it right?

Sangyeon snaps out of his thoughts when he hears you switch the vibrator on with a click. He looks down at your devilish smirk and watches as you pull the waistband of his briefs open, only to shove the vibrator into his underwear, right between his balls and cock, before snapping the elastic back into place. His whole body jolts and he starts trembling from the intense stimulation in such a sensitive area.

The chains around his wrists clang as he thrashes around, hips canting up wildly, desperate for release. You stand back to admire your masterpiece. He's flushed red all over, teary eyes screwed shut, drool spilling from his lips as he shamelessly moaned, toes curling in pleasure. He's calling your name, begging you for something, anything. He doesn't even know what he's begging for, all he knows is that he wants is to cum.

And he does, spilling hot semen into his soaked briefs, some of it spurting through the fabric and landing on the floor with the force of his orgasm. He screams in pain and pleasure as the vibrations continue to overstimulate him and his blushing cock just keeps pulsing out more and more cum. He begs you to make it stop, knees nearly buckling from exhaustion.

You pretend to think for a moment, and you decide to give a him a little break. You walk over to him and wrench the vibrator from his ruined underwear and switch it off. He sobs in relief and his body goes slack, slinking against the wall, panting harshly. You look at the cum that's covering the head of the vibrator, and dip your tongue in it to taste. You hum at the bittersweet taste of your archenemy, the man who had made the past few months so difficult for you, ruining every operation you tried to initiate.

You continue to lick his cum off the vibrator as you bask in your victory. You finally broke him. You adored how small and pathetic he looked after just one round of torture playtime. He hung his head in shame, body still twitching occasionally with aftershocks from his orgasm. You take your panties off, which had been getting progressively wetter as you were extremely aroused by watching Sangyeon come undone.

You walk over to him and undo his chains, making him fall to the ground on his knees. He looks up at you in surprise, his dark brown orbs filled with confusion. You grip his hair harshly and he whines, as you slowly hitch up the bottom of your dress, exposing your slick folds. He licks his lips nervously, his confusion slowly turning into excitement. He eyes your pussy and glances back up to meet your intense gaze.

"You didn't think we're actually done, did you? Why do you get to cum and I don't?" You smile sinisterly down at him. He gulps, readying himself for what's to come. Somewhere along the way he lost his inhibitions and was overcome with the desire to please you. He calls your name in a whisper. Your smile widens, and his chest swells. He wants to see you smile more. He wants to impress you. He wants to pleasure you.

You move to stand over him, legs spread and your pussy dripping tantalizingly before his eyes. You nod at him, and he dives in to lick at your folds ravenously, as if the sweet taste of your juices would quench the burning thirst within him. You let out a moan, gripping his sweaty locks even tighter, pushing his face into your cunt. He sucks hard on your clit, he kisses your folds, he thrusts his tongue into your tight hole and makes a filthy mess, complete with wet, squelching sounds.

You grind onto his face as he continues to tongue-fuck you, breathy moans spilling from your own lips. His hands come up to grab your ass, pulling you impossibly closer so he can thrust his tongue deeper into you. You feel a familiar sensation building in your tummy and pull him away, a line of spit trailing from his lips to your clit.

He looks up at you, dazed. Was he not doing well enough? Before he could ask, you push him down to lay on his back and rip his briefs off and start pumping his half-hard cock. He was getting aroused again just by making out with your pussy and you smile at the thought. You rub your folds up and down his length, slicking him up with your juices. He watches you in excitement, hands coming up to rest on your waist. He guides you to seat yourself on his dick, both of you moaning at the feeling of his thick cock stretching out your tight, wet heat.

Once he bottomed out, you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips, which he accepts hungrily. "Make me cum," you commanded him simply. He begins to thrust up into you, and you bounce on his dick, meeting his thrusts halfway each time. The sounds of moans and wet skin slapping fill the cavernous room, echoing off the walls. He groans at the sight of your tits bouncing in his face and he pulls you down so he can suck on your nipples. He's got one hand on your ass and the other is groping your tits and pinching your nipples.

You moan loudly at the pinches, licks and twists he's giving to your hard nipples, loving the way your body makes him go cross-eyed in pleasure. He's moaning intermittently around your breasts too, his hips continuously pistoning into your pussy once he'd found that sweet spot. He mumbles that he's getting close again, and you wrap a hand around his throat.

"Make me cum first, then you can cum inside me." He nods furiously, giving his all into fucking you, chasing both your orgasms. You let him take control of the pace, burying your face in his neck as he pounds into you, breathlessly chanting your name in praises. Fuck you feel so good, so tight and wet, you're driving me crazy, my cock feels like it'll burst, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise and you scream in pleasure, choking Sangyeon unintentionally. His hips stutter and he cums for the second time that night, the pressure around his throat pushing him over the limit. He grinds up into you, filling you up with his seed. He moans lowly as he rides his orgasm out with you, holding you close.

The room is silent, save for the sounds of both of you panting, trying to catch your breaths. He kisses you on your shoulder with a dazed, fucked out look on his face, and you stifle a giggle. You stroke his hair as a means of assuring him that he did well, before getting up and off his dick. Your dress was soaked with sweat and his cum dribbled out of your abused cunt and down your thighs. Your knees were a little wobbly but you managed to stand in your high heels.

You start to walk away and he panickedly calls after you, legs too jelly to even attempt to stand. You shoot him a look over your shoulder, calling out "It was fun, you did so well. Unfortunately that's all for tonight." He scrambles to sit up, but you're already too far away for him to crawl after. He's protesting and spluttering in panic as you give him a little wave before slamming the door shut, leaving him alone in the darkness, covered in sweat and filth.

As you walk away, you hear him wail in despair, and you smirk triumphantly. Serves you right, officer.

[everseeking]

hello!! It's your relief story anon!!! i friken love what you wrote!!! may i have another request 🥺 similar to the relief story, Levi's s/o gets into a near death experience right in front of him and he freezes for the first time. everyone's super shocked abt it after the mission and he gets reprimanded just for formalities (erwin n hanji rlly just wanna check up on him personally) but they all understand since he's been through a lot. Levi can't deal with his emotions and he wants to say i love you to his s/o (first time saying it) but he doesn't know how and yes HAHAHAHA

- OMG HI AGAIN ! IM SO HAPPY THAT YOU ENJOYED IT THANK YOU SO MUCH !!!!! thank you again not only for requesting that, but also for requesting again, it’s so awesome when u guys come back and request more :) plus your ideas are always so great. i had a lot of fun writing this, i hope u enjoy <3 (and i got your second message tysm for adding it ! i tried to include as much fluff as possible but my dumb brain always defaults to angst hahaha)

how to say i love you

- levi ackerman x reader

warnings: season 2 and ova spoilers (if you haven’t watched the ova’s yet they’re on youtube but this only references ‘a choice with no regrets’ aka levi’s ova)

levi has never had...feelings for anyone before.

the romantic kind, of course. he's felt plenty of things towards people on a regular basis—anger. hate. disgust. confusion. annoyance. frustration.

to be fair he has had the occasional friend, or the occasional person who he respected, and others who he flat out wanted to protect. just never anything romantic.

this didn’t bother him, falling in love wasn’t his top priority or anything. his life has been one traumatic experience after the other. there was no time for him to be romantically involved with another, nor was he willing to take the risk of potential heartbreak that would add to his constantly growing list of traumatic events.

when he first met y/n l/n he acknowledged her as nothing more than another member of the survey corps. someone he would work with. someone he would train with. someone who he would give orders to if deemed necessary. someone who would join his team. someone he would slowly become more curious about. someone who would bring him feelings that he couldn't describe in words.

his plans had clearly gone astray.

y/n was supposed to be nothing more than a colleague, but somehow fate had much more in store. the young girl began to appear more and more in his life and before he could even process it, she was already apart of his team.

now that the they were spending almost everyday together, along with the rest of his team, levi had the opportunity to try to solve the mystery that was y/n.

there was something that he felt about her that he couldn't put into words. the way she was determined to save humanity and her friends, the way she poured everything she had into everything she did, the way she was strong in every aspect of the word, the way she got along with the rest of the team, the way she laughed, the way she smiled, the way she spoke, the way she moved, all of it. it all encapsulated him.

what is this emotion ? fascination ? curiosity ? these words weren’t completely right, but they safe enough for him to settle on for now.

yes, that's all. the brat just makes me curious because i don't understand her.

at least, that's what he told himself. but the tingles that remained on his skin from the place where she accidentally brushed up against him or the way his stomach felt after his eyes met hers or the way he noticed himself always wanting to be near her or the way he wanted to protect her more than anything in the world, said otherwise.

whatever message he wanted to send probably definitely was not passed on. when y/n accidentally brushed up against him he snapped back "watch it." when she made eye contact with him, it was more her meeting his eyes and him seemingly glaring back. when he took a few steps towards her to be closer, she felt paranoid, wondering if he was determining whether or not he should scold her for something. when she was on missions and he occasionally had to step in and save her tail, she felt like she was slacking.

truthfully in all these situations levi just resorted back to his true nature. he never meant any harm so clearly he wasn’t the best at expressing his feelings. henceforth, the three word phrase was foreign to him.

after all the many challenges that came with trying to understand each other, the couple finally got together. but despite being together, neither had said the 'L word’ yet. 

to be honest, y/n hadn’t dwelled on it too much. she had learned the best way to survive mentally was to live in the moment. when the time would come, the time would come, however, the thought that time wasn’t a guarantee gnawed at the back of her brain.  she always wondered how levi felt about the matter, but never got around to asking. little did he know he’d once again find out for himself that time wasn’t a guarantee.

just like every other day, y/n awoke to levi placing a kiss on her forehead. he wished nothing more than to let the love of his life sleep late into the morning in their shared bed, safe from the dangers of the world, but there was another mission today in which he needed her by his side.

the plan was to head to the outskirts of wall rose to a forest that was known to be surrounded by titans. hanji convinced erwin to let her try to capture titans in the forest again, as it all but worked on the female titan. erwin agreed, not only because he too believed the survey corps had all the materials necessary to capture titans again, but also because he knew the scouts needed more real time practice in the forest. levi wasn’t happy to hear the commander refer to this as “practice,” since so many lives were guaranteed to be lost in the process, but there was nothing he could do about it.

with everyone’s approval and the preparations complete, they were off. the ride there had been as close to smooth sailing as possible, with erwin successfully rerouting the troops to avoid as many unnecessary collisions with titans as possible and a surprisingly low amount of abnormals in their path. but everyone knew the real problems would be up ahead.

in this area, the titans were mainly surrounding the thick trees in the forest. it wasn’t too far from the forest where they encountered the female titan so the layout of the jungle was fairly similar. a large path ran straight through the trees, leaving the scouts lots of opportunities.

before the forest itself came into view, the hoard otherworldly creatures showed up. the crowd of titans didn’t seem to be too bad, with none surpassing ten meters. a bit of the outer edges of the formation took a hit, but everyone else made it into the woods unscathed.

unlike the last time levi’s squad was in the forest, their objective was not to be the bait. instead, they were to take to the trees and be on clean up duty. it was a little different from their normal clean up duty, as they weren’t doing chores around the castle or cabin—they were eliminating stray titans. the survey corps was only prepared to capture two titans, so any others that entered needed to be exterminated.

they weren’t the only ones with this job, but erwin placed them as the last hoop the titans had to get through before they were captured. any titans that escaped the first few groups were more likely than not going to be challenging, so they needed to be left with the most talented squad.

the eight scouts that made up levi’s squad traveled the path that cut through the forest until they found the four trees in which they were to set up camp. levi and jean were on the first tree, armin and sasha on the one across from them, connie and mikasa on the next, and y/n and eren on the fourth. the formation placed y/n and levi diagonal from each other so they could each defend half of the younger scouts in their squad if necessary, as well as had the team in pairs that weren’t often together for even more practice.

the ground rumbled beneath the group as they looked down to see the first wave of soldiers acting as bait pass through. after some time and a few more waves, including hanji and erwin who were in charge of the traps, everyone passed through and the titans came into sight.

the ground troops had all reported that no abnormals or titans above ten meters made it in so they all relaxed—or relaxed as one can be when they’re facing man-eating giants. levi recognized the last troop passing through and gave his second in command a nod which she returned, letting everyone else know it was show time.

the rumbling of the ground from the horses before was nothing compared to that of the titans. not counting the first two, there were nine titans in all. everyone gave a silent thanks to the squads who had narrowed down the hoard before it arrived to them.

finally, the first two titans ran past the trees levi’s squad was hidden in, chasing the ground troops. with a loud “now !” from levi, the rest of them deployed from their hiding places. thanks to the squad’s impeccable teamwork and countless hours of training in forests closer to home, the remaining seven titans were taken out without a hitch. y/n couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as she watched her team improve with every mission and it was obvious they all felt the same way. the way they beamed and had to hold back their celebration was as a clear as day.

the team regrouped, with y/n checking the younger members for any life threatening wounds and levi double checking all the titans were taken care of. she had just finished examining sasha when levi came back and announced the next step of today’s plan. everyone was to head forward to meet the other troops and aid in getting the titans back to the walls. although the titans may be secured, there were still infinite possibilities for catastrophes that could happen so they needed all the backup they could get. the young cadets nodded in agreement then followed after levi as he took to the sky, with y/n tailing the rest of the group. if y/n and levi weren’t side by side during missions, this was always the formation everyone fell into. levi led the way, protecting the front of the party, and she acted as the caboose to make sure no one got left behind as well as to protect them from the back.

after a few failed tricks from eren as he tried to show off with his gear and a quick scolding from levi, the rest of the scouts came into view. the mission appeared to be a success. the final two titans were both apprehended, one nailed to the ground and the other bound in the air.

squad levi landed and began to greet everyone but didn’t get very far when hanji’s squeals flooded everyone’s ears.

the scientist was practically bouncing up and down as she came over. “squad levi ! all in one piece, i see. let me show you what we’ve done,” she gushed, ushering all of them towards the titans.

it was no surprise she was so excited. she had been waiting for this day to arrive for ages, but levi still gave a quick “tch,” under his breath out of annoyance which forced y/n to cover her mouth with her palm to stifle a laugh.

the eight, now nine, of them cranned their necks up to see the side of the beast that was hammered into the ground. the sight would’ve been cruel if it were anything other than a titan, but remembering all the pain they’ve brought to each one of them, no one did so much as bat an eye. returning the focus back to hanji, everyone watched as she took a sharp inhale to prepare for her long ramble about how everything worked. lucky for y/n, before hanji could exhale, levi grabbed his partner’s arm and pulled her away.

he pulled her close so he could whisper in her ear, “come on, let’s go find erwin.”

as much as she wanted to argue with him and tell him he was being mean, she really didn’t want to listen to hanji’s spiel that she had heard a million times over. a tiny pang of guilt struck y/n for leaving the other half of the squad behind forced to listen to her, but sometimes everyone has to take one for the team.

she threw a quick wave over her shoulder to the others, then followed levi, who was still holding her arm, as he dragged her through the crowd of other scouts who were just floating around, waiting for orders, until he finally spotted the commander.

the tall man’s eyes fell upon the pair and he drew himself away from whomever he was speaking with to come greet them.

“ah levi, y/n,” erwin began. levi’s expression stayed the same but y/n offered the man a small smile and wave which he returned with a nod. erwin was actually the one who recommended to levi that he should consider y/n to be apart of his squad, so she heavily credited him entirely with starting your relationship with levi (even if levi disagreed every time she told him this). 

levi and erwin fell into formal conversation, discussing the remainder of the mission, which left y/n realizing levi hadn’t really saved her from a talk you’ve heard countless times before, but instead brought her into another one. 

hanji’s rambling would have been more interesting than this she thought to yourself as she began lazily scanned the small sea of scouts scrambling around, looking for a way to entertain yourself until the two men were done talking. one group in particular caught her eyes.

the soldiers seemed to be much more jittery than everyone else. they frantically looked amongst each other and towards the titan that hanji had just finished showing the rest of levi’s squad, and seemed to be contemplating a solution to an unknown issue.

it was clear something was up. 

just as she placed her hand on levi’s shoulder to bring his and erwin’s focus over to the scene, the ground began to shake, which caught their attention for her. 

no one had time to react when dust flew up everywhere, obstructing everyone’s views so they couldn’t see where the loud crashes that followed came from. a strong force slammed into them, throwing them who knows how far into the air. the fear of hitting the ground barely had enough time to settle into y/n before everything went dark.

everyone in the vicinity had been sent flying into the air along, but levi was the first one to be up on his feet again. bringing his arms up to shield his eyes, he decided to stay where he was as the dust cleared so he could assess the situation and move on from there. 

the scene finally came into view; he gathered that the titan had ripped its arm through the nails that secured it to the floor of the woods, then flailed it around in an attempt to grab people. it made a clean sweep in the area that he was previously standing—all that was left were debris and broken wood planks from the compartments that were attached to the other titan’s traps.

a wave of adrenaline passed through his body as he remembered who was with him. he needed to find not only erwin immediately, but also y/n. he reached down to grab the handles of his controller grip but froze instantly upon seeing what had just come into view as more of the dust cleared.

y/n was sprawled out on the ground, ODM gear tossed a few feet away from her body but more importantly, the titan’s hand was hovering mere meters above her.

his pulse almost quickened twicehold, but it felt as though it heart had stopped in his chest. situations like this presented themselves to levi almost everyday of his life, but this was much different. in those, he was almost two steps ahead. he knew that by now he should be wrapping his arms around y/n and pulling her to safety at breakneck speed, or even better, he should’ve shielded her from harm at the very beginning. but right now he couldn’t do so much as move his finger.

levi was completely inert—his arms felt like they being weighed down by a ball and chain, his legs felt like they had grown roots into the ground that planted in him place. his throat ran dry and his stomach felt like it had just done a flip. the rest of him went numb while shock consumed his body, physically and mentally, rendering him entirely helpless.

images of isabel, farlan, petra, oluo, eld, gunther, and countless others all flashed before him, the same running theme echoed in his mind—he wasn’t able to save them. all he had to do was pull back a single index finger. this would launch one of his anchors into the back of the titan’s neck, sending him flying to slice its nape. but he couldn’t do it. the only thing he knew he had the power to do was watch helplessly as his partner would be eaten alive.

the shouts of others flooded his ears as his senses slowly began to return to him, but it didn’t matter. he couldn’t make out a thing. frankly he wished he could so he could break away from the things that occupied his mind now. shame. guilt. humiliation. fear. regret. he took for granted every moment he had ever spent with y/n. every smile she gave him. every time he embraced her. every kiss. every conversation they shared under the stars while everyone else was fast asleep. every opportunity he had but failed to tell her that he—

before he finished his thought someone finally broke through his trance. erwin was the one who was able to crack the surface and bring him back to life. 

the commander was shouting levi’s name, hoping, praying, to wake him up from whatever was going on in his head. levi was still unable feel his body, but he realized he was moving as the ground began to grow smaller. one of erwin’s strong arms hooked around levi’s middle and they were flying away from the chaos below. the commander spared a glance to levi to see the man’s eyes were still trained on y/n.

the feeling returned to levi’s body as he felt the pain of being thrown onto one of the thick tree branches surge through his body. not knowing how else to bring him back from the trance that wasn’t full broken, erwin had tossed off of him levi instead of placing him down gently.

he watched as levi scrambled up and expected him to yell back for throwing him, but the response was much different.

“where is she ??” levi demanded. his eyes may have been on y/n the whole time, but his mind was elsewhere replaying scenes from the past. he had no idea if she had been eaten, or even survived the initial attack. the only think he saw was her body on the ground, unmoving.

“safe,” erwin confirmed. “hanji ran over just in time and got her. but what happened to you ?” no one had ever seen levi freeze up the way he did. others believed it was just fear which made him seem a little more human to them, but erwin knew it was more than that.

throughout the years, erwin watched levi witness the deaths of those closest to him, and even then he was still able to act. but after seeing him go rigid, erwin was more than worried. it was clear levi went into shock, however, shock runs more than skin deep. 

this became even more evident to him as levi remained silent the entire way back to the walls. y/n was still unconscious, so one of the open carts was her escort. guilt continued to wash over levi as he wasn’t able to ride in the cart with her to monitor her closely because he had to ride his horse back. regardless, he stayed as close to the cart as possible and stole as many glances her way as he could.

if he had it his way, he would’ve waited outside the infirmary for y/n when they arrived back home, but hanji and erwin practically dragged him to the mess hall to replenish his energy. this may or may not be skipping the part where levi was questioned about what happened, followed by him being chastised for his actions (or lack there of). levi could bare focus even though it was such a serious conversation. his mind was still a hazy mess. as much as hanji and erwin wanted to talk to levi more about the situtation, they knew it was best for the conversation to end there for the day. levi looked so shaken up that he could barely keep himself standing so the last thing he needed was to be yelled at more. the entire corps also made sure to steer clear of the man. he usually had all his emotions hidden but they were on full display now. it still scared the hell out of them.

but the fear alone wasn’t enough to stop them from whispering to themselves. word carried fast about how captain levi froze up and watched one of his squad mates almost die. the ones who only heard about the story instead of witnessing it couldn’t believe what they were hearing. the captain levi did nothing while one of his own almost became titan food ? 

hearing the whispers in passing, levi didn’t care that they were talking about him, but he was still affected. their words just made reality sink deeper into him. they weren’t the only ones who were unable to believe what happened. he really just watched helplessly as someone almost died. and it wasn’t just someone, it was his other half.

“hey levi ?” hanji voiced, pulling him out of his head. levi didn’t bother looking up from his food that he had been staring at for the past few minutes to face her. the best he could to was give her a side glance as he peered at her from the corner of his eyes and waited for her to finish.

the glare he was sending her way made her blood run cold, but she took the hint and continued. “are you alright ?” she asked in a small voice.

“does it look like i’m alright ?” he growled back, then went back to eating.

“just wanted to ask,” she added with an awkward laugh then turned to erwin who was on the other side of her. for once in her life she knew not to press any harder, but making levi upset wasn’t her intention. she was genuinely worried about him. hanji gave erwin a what do i do now ? look, hoping for some help, but erwin could only shake his head. he cared about levi just as much as she did, but he knew there was nothing either of them could do or say to make levi feel better. the only thing he needed was to see y/n.

at last, levi finished his dinner and excused himself to go find his partner. as his feet carried him at a quick pace across the stone floors of the many hallways in HQ, fear came back to his already grim mind. there was no word on y/n’s condition so he assumed no progress had been made and she was still unconscious. 

needless to say, when he rounded the corner and saw her sitting on the bench right outside the infirmary swiveling her heels and tapping her toes together as if she was bored, shock overcame him once again, this time on a much lower scale. similar to just a few hours ago, he was frozen instantly upon seeing her. it was a much prettier sight this time, but it was still painful to see. the bandage that wrapped around her head peaked out from being any strands of hair that fell in front of her face, other wraps and patches plastered themselves across her arms and legs, and some purple and blue splotches peaked out from behind them. this was only the skin that was exposed. for once in his life levi didn’t want to think about what she looked like when she weren’t wearing any clothes. he made a quick mental note to later place tender kisses on all her bumps and bruises, and took of running towards her.

y/n had been discharged from the infirmary during dinner hours, so the halls has been quite empty as she sat outside alone, falling into boredom. when the first sounds of shoes hitting the ground entered her ears, she got a bit excited, but calmed herself down reminding herself it probably wasn’t him. but when the steps got quicker and louder, she finally let yourself look up to see up to see her partner was the source. there was no point in holding back anyone; her face visibly lit up and a wide smile placed itself on her lips. just like levi, y/n wanted nothing more in the entire world than to see him. 

he run turned to a jog then a complete stop as he halted in front of her. despite being so anxious to see one another, neither were really prepared. they just kinda...stared at each other, neither sure of the right words to say. levi decided to take the initiative. he opened his mouth, hoping something, anything, would come out, but his attempt fell flat. words just weren’t enough. instead, he lifted his arms and placed both hands gently on y/n’s shoulders. she caught on quickly, standing up at the same time as he was pulling her into his arms for a tight embrace.

the pair remained silent in each other’s arms until y/n decided to take initiative this time and finally spoke. “is it true ?” she mumbled against his neck, barely loud enough for him to hear.

as much as he had hoped the gossip would stay in the mess hall, levi knew that inevitably word would spread to her. someone must have told her everything that happened, leaving in every little detail about how levi made no moves to save her life, ending up having to be saved by hanji in the end.

based off his silence, y/n knew levi had a lot on his mind so she continued “did you really freeze up?” 

he didn’t realize it, but he had tensed up at her words. it absolutely pained him to answer, but he couldn’t imagine the pain she were feeling. 

summing up his courage, he began to confirm the worst, but she pulled away before he could get more than a “yes,” out. levi braced himself for the hurt expression that he would be faced with, knowing his heart would break instantly as she realized he truly did failed to protect her, but instead he was met with kind eyes and soft face.

the look on his face had utter disbelief written all over it as her hands went up to cup his face that was now reddening. “are you okay?” y/n asked softly. “im so sorry.”

levi was beyond bewildered. he wanted her to be furious at him. yell at him. pull her soft hands back and strike him as much as she pleased. tell him he failed and that she couldn’t stand the sight of him. he knew he deserved it all and more, but he should’ve known she would never do that. that wasn’t y/n.

he melted into her touch and placing one of his hand over one of hers that remained on his cheek. “i was terrified, y/n.”

y/n finally gave him one of her beautiful smiles and giggled softly. “why were you scared ? i was the one who almost got eaten,” she teased.

y/n’s laughs had quickly subsided after seeing the serious look that had etched itself onto levi’s face. “because you were in danger,” he started.

“i don’t know what id do with myself if i lost you, i...”

“i love you, y/n.”

it was finally y/n’s turn to get a taste of the shock that levi had been experiencing all day. she could’ve sworn her heart skipped a beat at his words, followed by butterfly wings tickling the inside of her tummy, her eyes widening and jaw falling slack. her hands slowly slipped from his face to instead place one of her palms on her chest to make sure her heart was indeed pumping at a regular pace.

levi, on the other hand, was not having a magical experience. y/n’s reaction made him feel as though his feelings weren’t reciprocated despite having been together for so long. he started to get deeper into his head, negative thoughts starting to eat away at him once again, when she finally spoke.

“i love you too, levi,” she breathed out, still too stunned to breathe properly.

levi had had enough of being unable to move for one day. one of his hands grabbed y/n’s waist while the other found its way to the back of her head, as he kissed her roughly, which she eagerly returned. the way he felt her grin against his lips was enough to make all the pain and fear he had experienced that day worth it.

he couldn’t have asked for a better outcome to such a shitty day.

levi had finally learned how to say i love you and he thanked the stars every night following that day that y/n was the one who taught him how.

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - May 2

I know I say every week that I read a lot this week but I have been indulging in my favorite coping technique and so this list is ridiculously long. Twitter encouraged me. Blame them. 

**Indicates my recent favs 

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On the inherent homoeroticism of cake decoration by welcoming_disaster (616/8K)

“She’s matchmaking, Barton,” Carol sighed.

“We,” Thor corrected, thumping himself hard in the chest, “art matchmaking.”

“Who, Cap n’ Tony?” Clint asked, his mouth full.

“Cap and Tony,” Janet confirmed, cutting herself a thin slice of egg and gently depositing it on her whole grain avocado toast, “it’s getting ridiculous.”

“Wait, I thought they were—“ Clint frowned, glancing around the room as though to confirm. Nothing but confused faces met his questioning gaze. “Huh. I really thought they were fucking.”

“And there is the crux of the issue,” Jess licked a bit of spaghetti sauce off her lip.

“Aye,” agreed Thor, “there’s rub.”

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The team tries to set up Steve and Tony. Things don't go as planned.

Baby lovers like you and me (never say die) by FestiveFerret (Old Guard AU/7.5K)

The Avengers. They'd found him frozen in the ice, told him he was immortal, of all things. And with the way he'd lived through seventy years deep in the Atlantic, he found himself inclined to believe them. They'd also been very… convincing.

Without question, they integrated him into their unit - The Avengers, a secret team of unkillables seeking wrongs around the world and making them right, supported and housed by an enigmatic billionaire named Tony Stark. Their immortality, it seemed, was a secret to everyone but him.

Ready, set, bake by ChocolateCapCookie (Great British Bake Off/11k) 

The Avengers are on a nationally televised baking competition, but nobody seems to have warned the producers that the Avengers, while they save the world everyday and put their loves at risk doing so, are a) insanely competitive, and b) absolutely terrible bakers. Steve Rogers, especially, has a competitive streak a mile wide, and he's determined to win this competition, but it's not easy when his only real opponent is also the man he's been in love with for years.

***To make flowers grow (in this barren heart) by SoldiersShield, KakushiMiko (Hanahaki AU/16K) 

“You hide yourself away in your technology, but you are just as human as the rest of them. Your heart betrays your desire to possess.” Her gaze falls to the arc reactor, and Tony's blood runs cold in his veins.

“The Earth will reclaim what we have lost,” she says, dragging a hand over the chestplate of the armor. “It is you, and your kind-- your greed that pulls life from the soil as if it were nothing. You will reap what you have sown, Stark. The avarice in your heart will strangle the very life out of you.” Arna meets his eyes once more, a serene smile on her face as she leans forward.

“I hope he is worth dying for,” she murmurs, before digging her hand into his ribcage.

(Tony Stark falls in love with Steve Rogers. A rogue enchantress ensures he pays for it.)

Shelter from the storm by silkspectred (KidFic/5k) 

Tony adopts a baby. Guess who's Majorly Fucked Up™ about it.

Keep on beating by itsallAvengers (Domestic Fluff/6K) 

There were an awful lot of things Steve loved about Tony. But one thing in particular Steve could never get enough of was his heartbeat.

The good or bad thing by petreparkour (Multiverse/10k) 

 “It’s the metal suit,” Thor informed Steve, his normally-booming voice tinny over the SHIELD comms. “What did Stark call it—Iron Man?”

“But he’s down here,” Steve protested as the Hulk roared in Stark’s face, startling him into waking with a shout. “How could—”

“It’s damaged,” Thor reported. “But it looks different. More advanced. And he—ah. He’s carrying you, Captain.”

“Please tell me nobody kissed me,” Stark breathed out, and then Stark’s voice suddenly came over the comms, but the man lying next to him hadn’t moved.

“Guys, come on, you’re killing me here. What is it, 2012? God, I hate time travel. First, I'm fighting Thanos. Now, I have to deal with my past self and Thor's bad haircut? Oh my God, Cap, yes I hacked their comms, they’re my comms.”

Steve nearly opened his mouth to protest that he hadn’t said anything when he realized that this replica of Tony Stark wasn’t speaking to him.

***The tipping point by nightwalker (Domestic Fluff/7K) 

Tony has a few quirks. Steve's still trying to figure them all out.

We two, how long we were fool’d by glassessay (Soulmate AU/9K) 

Steve Rogers comes into the world as unblemished as his mother. When Anthony Stark is born, his soulmark is an obvious pattern of ink across his tiny chest.

It only takes a century, two names, and a shared love of Walt Whitman for them to find each other.

The tape in the cave by betheflame (Canon Divergent/5K) 

Steve had no idea what was happening.

“You think I didn’t know that?”

Tony was staring Zemo down as though the Sokovian was actual vermin - which, Steve reflected, he kind of was.

“You think that I,” Tony continued, not hiding the sneer in his voice, “Anthony Stark, who has more powerful technology in my literal fingers than most nations have, that I wouldn’t know everything possible about how my parents died? That I wouldn’t know it wasn’t an accident, that your silly little HYDRA Nazi knock-off pals are the ones who murdered them? Please, you are pathetic.”

Happy ending by Robin_tCJ (No-Powers AU/28K) 

 Steve is a mobile massage therapist, and Tony is a stressed billionaire. What could go wrong?

With a decent happiness by torigates (Teacher AU/16K) 

Tony Stark is Iron Man. Steve Rogers isn't, and never was Captain America.

Or, the one where everything is the same except Steve is a kindergarten teacher.

Nothing left but scars by SailorChibi (MCU/6.7K) - Reread

Steve wakes up to the fact that no one ever compliments or even says thank you to Tony, and that he has fallen into the same trap of painting Tony with a specific paintbrush.

This is how he showers a very confused Tony with praise to make up for it.

Our hearts should remember and follow by frostfall (MCU/5K) 

Steve hums. “I didn’t know you could play. Or sing. Don’t think I’ve heard anyone mention it before.”

Tony shrugs. “It’s one of the few things, skills, I don’t flaunt. Not something people are interested in, anyway. Not gonna sway any board members by playing fucking Für Elise for them. Sides’, there’s a high chance I wouldn’t even play. Well, maybe if you get me drunk enough and near an instrument. Then, I might reconsider.”

(After a dream leaves Tony rattled, he turns to the piano as a way to distract himself.)

Finally, you and me by pensversusswords (Multiverse/10K) 

Because in every layer of time, in every conceivable dimension, he was always meant to love Steve.

By some miracle, Steve was meant to love him back.

***Full disclosure not required (but appreciated) by Potrix (Identity Porn/16k) 

The one where Steve knows more than he lets on, Tony knows less than he pretends, Clint has a big mouth, Bucky is a little shit, and everyone learns why keeping secrets never ends well.

Almost never, anyway.

Heartlines by nanasekei (MCU/7.9K) 

“Let me,” Tony repeats. He regrets it deeply, so much, he wants to stick the words back into his mouth again, and it must show, in the way his voice wavers. He feels exposed, all of a sudden, as if he’s asking something bigger than what he can actually say. Let me touch you, let me take care of you. “Just… Let me do it.”

i found a way to let you in, but i never really had a doubt (marriage series) by quidhitch (Marriage Series/16k) 

Tony Stark doesn’t believe in marriage. It’s nobody’s fault. —Well, it’s Howard's fault, probably, but Tony doesn’t like to think about that for too long, finds that it dredges up all sorts of issues he’d rather keep buried under a mountain of strategically employed sarcasm, humorous self-deprecation, and the occasionally effective substance abuse.

***Hide your love away by sineala (Soulmate/33K) - Reread

Tony has suspected for a long time that the soulmark on his chest matches Steve's -- but he's never told Steve about it. And then it's too late to tell Steve anything at all ever again. In the wake of Steve's death, the Skrull invasion, and Norman Osborn's rise to power, the identity of his soulmate is just one of the many things Tony cuts out of his memory forever.

When Tony returns to consciousness, he's forced to deal with the aftermath of a war he no longer remembers fighting, not to mention a Steve Rogers who can barely stand to be in the same room with him. Surely the last thing Tony could ever need in his life is more amnesia. But that's what he gets. And Tony's new missing memory just might be the key to finding out the truth of his soulmark... as well as his chance to make things right once and for all.

Break the chain (can’t live in circles again) by orphan_account (FWB/19K) 

There had been seven amazing weeks of dating Steve Rogers before Tony realised that they weren’t dating at all. And then it was a scramble to adjust to the situation as it had always been: being Steve’s friend-with-benefits.

And if Steve seemed a little confused and bewildered by the way Tony was acting, well. Tony was probably just misreading that, too.

Five times steve and tony (tried to) bail each other out of jail by Teyke (MCU/6k) 

Twice before Civil War, twice after, and once during. For very loose definitions of both 'bail' and 'jail'.

Cracked hearts under iron ribs by XtaticPearl (Established Relationship/14k)

Rhodey is away for almost six months now and comes to meet Tony after the mission. He doesn't understand the domesticity of the whole Tower and unknowingly sets off a whole truck of insecurities which make Tony crawl back into being a Stark instead of just Tony. The team is not at all happy and Rhodey joins them in trying to figure out a way to help their resident genius feel better in his skin.

The single biggest problem with communication by BlossomsintheMist (616/108K)

In the wake of Steve's return from the dead and the end of Norman Osborn's reign of terror, the superhero community is recovering--Steve has taken on a new role and Tony is trying to put his life back together. Things are still awkward between them, but they're determined to put things to rights. But when a discussion about their feelings leads to further misunderstandings, they discover that might be more difficult than either of them realized. Set in the early Heroic Age after the end of Dark Reign, this is a get-together story about crossed wires--and second chances.

What are friends for? by bobertsmallismydad (MCU /2.8K) 

In which Steve is targeted by a virus. Will the Avengers be able to save him in time?

Starving by festiveferret (Vampire AU/2K) 

Steve woke up starving.

***Everybody wonders (What it would be like to love you) by SoldiersShield (MCU/3K) 

“...Is that what this is about?” He asks slowly. Steve blanches.

“Oh my god. It is.” Tony has no right looking as giddy as he does. “Steven Grant Rogers, are you jealous?”

--

Or: Steve and Tony have been dancing around each other for a while now, and Steve's rather content with it. Attending a gala together just might change that.

Re(A)d all over by brandnewfashion, MusicalLuna (Drunk Flirting/3k) 

Contrary to popular belief, Tony Stark can blush.

It just takes Steve getting drunk on some magical Asgardian mead for it to finally happen.

***The Do-over Proposal by nightwalker (Established Relationship/1.2k) 

Steve wants to go on a journey, Tony doesn't think it's a good time, and Bucky needs to beat some sense into both these idiots.

A Winter’s Ball by alliejowrites (Victorian AU/3.8K) 

Steve moves to London in search of a patron, so that he can finally devote himself to painting. He is not expecting everything he finds upon meeting Lord Stark. A fluffy little Victorian AU. One-shot.

What’s a fanfic by starksnack (AvAc/1K) 

Kamala introduces Tony and Steve to the world of fanfiction. There is a surprising amount of content about them being gay.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

Tap, tap, tap.

OBISPO ‘BISHOP’ LOSA. ┃ MAYANS MC.

❝ request by @arveeee: Hi Aurora. It's amazing to see you back 💜💜💜 imagine that Bishop starts to date a girl and he finds out that something in her kitchen is leaking, so he sneaks in to repair it. The question is if he knows what is he doing....

❝ words: about 600 words.

Gif credits to my lovely @sonsofeorl.

MASTERLIST. ⎢ MAYANS MC / SOA TAG LIST.

“You sure 'bout what you doing?”

Offering your boyfriend the wrench, as he has asked you, lying back under the kitchen sink, he raises his hand at the same time his eyes go straight to you. Putting your hands over your head in a signal of not questioning his skills again, Bishop focuses his attention again on the main task. The drops falling from the faucet during the past night have been like Chinese torture. That demonic sound hasn't let you sleep. Tap, tap, tap. All the damn night.

Your boyfriend thought you have been exaggerating till he has seen the black marks under your eyes, when he came at eight am before going to the scrapping. Now, there he is like the man of your life because not even one hundred Youtube tutorials have helped you to stop the tap, tap, tap.

You watch him attentively, trying to learn whatever he's doing just in case it happens again, but Bishop doesn't look very convinced about what he's doing. You told him to call Angel or Coco. They're good with pipes, but he was like querida, this is my job, no men will touch your pipes. But you're starting to regret it. You could have called them and told them to not say a single word, so you wouldn't hurt his ego, nor his manhood.

“Open the faucet”.

Raising an eyebrow because of his speed fixing the sink, you obey in silence. You open it. But no water comes out. El Presidente doesn't understand what's going on until the pipe over his face starts to shake producing a metallic noise that doesn't sound good at all. And then, it explodes all over him, soaking his soul.

“Puta madre!”

You can't help but break into laughs, not being able to react bringing a bucket or towel, watching him fighting against the broken pipe and the water tap to make it stop. When he gets it, Bishop travels his eyes to yours trying to find the correct way to blame your sink and not his skills, but he is too deconcentrated because of the sound of your lively giggles.

“Don't you think this is a good moment to leave this… house, and move to mine, sweetheart?”

“I wasn't gonna ask you to clean this mess, Obispo. Can do it by myself…” Your reply biting your top lip, gulping a loud giggle as he stands up cleaning his hands in his wet black tank top.

“I'm serious, (Y/N). I can't even call this… place a house without feeling like you're not in constant danger”. Rubbing his face using his forearm, he comes closer to you trapping your waist with his long fingers. “C'mon. You gonna make me beg?”

“Bish…”

“What? Don't you like the idea of waking up together every day, ah? 'Cause for me, it's a dream”. He hums eaning forward, your boyfriend presses his lips on your shoulder, drawing a path over your skin with a clear destination. “Coming back from the club… you waiting for me… ready to be loved by the man who'd give his life for you…”

“Bish…” You whisper closing both eyes inevitably, tossing your hands to his chest. How could you resist?

“Gimme fifteen minutes…” He mumbles in response, landing a hand on the other side of your neck to secure his teeth around your skin. “And I'll call the guys to help…”

“Okay”.

That's the only thing you can reply before he urges you to sit over the counter, settling himself between your legs.

[ethanharli]

Requested: On Wattpad

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Top Male Reader

Warning(s): Smutt, Nsfw, Bottom Steve, Top Reader, daddy kink, biting, slightly public sex, slight cum denial.

A/n- .. I'm rusty lol

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"Should I say the pledge or?" I tilted my head in confusion, sipping away at my coffee while my gaze lazily trailed over Steve's body, seeing him in his Captain America uniform, but my eyes lingered a little longer on his figure then I'd ever be willing to admit. Steve's eyebrow twitched in annoyance that I so happily inflicted upon him, not caring for the stares of Nat' and Tony as they shared a knowing look. "You should learn some respect" He shot back, yet before I could make another comment he then stood tall and shrugged his shoulders, "Sorry, I forget men of your nature know nothing of respect" The grin that spread across his face had my nose twitching in irritation. My upper lip nearly curling up in a snarl, but I hid it well behind my coffee mug.

"At least 'men like me' have more of a backbone then good little soldiers like you" I practically growled out the words, anger slowly stinging through my veins like molten metal. But I couldn't stop the wolfish grin from spreading on my face at the sight of him, his fists clenched at his sides, his teeth gritting together in obvious irritation and if this were a cartoon I'd think there'd be fume coming from his ears. Steve about came running at me until Nat rested her hand on his shoulder, Tony making sure to stand between us like some sort of barrier. "What do you get out of being an ass?" Steve shot back, glaring at me through narrowed eyes that held no affect against me. So pushing myself off of the counter I sent another smirk his way, but it felt weaker than before, "Language Cap'."

I could feel his eyes bore into my back as I walked away, not knowing why I even bothered to push the argument, hell I don't even know why I started one in the first place, but pushing those thoughts away I let a different one flood through my mind.

He looks good in that suit.

----

It's been a couple of hours after that, and I decided to sit on the roof to take in the cold breeze that flicked through the air, sending a deep chill to my bones that I much appreciated. However everything looked magical at this time of night, the sky coated in a pallet of blues and purples, the stars shinning as bright as they could against the light of the city below, which bustled with life and at some point I could've sworn I saw flashes of blue and red swinging about. Barley hearing the door open behind me, I continued to stare towards the city, gently tapping my heal against the wall of the tower as I let out a drawn out sigh of content. "It's nice out here" The sudden voice didn't faze me, only nodding in return while Steve stood besides me, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

"What do you want? You never come around me of your own violation" I grumbled out, feeling a twinge of regret right after I said it. I've never been much of a people person, but when it comes to Steve I don't know- I just don't know how to make conversation with him, doesn't matter how badly I want to, I always mess it up one way or another. "You know what, nevermind-! I came out here to be civil and have an actual conversation with you but you obviously don't know what 'civil' is" He spat out the word, leaving me with a vile taste in my mouth as I stood from my spot and turned towards him, glaring at him with narrowed eyes.

"Civil? Civil?! Oh that's fucking rich! The great Captain America wants to lecture me on being civil!" I shouted, my hands shooting up in exasperation, anger slowly starting to bubble up within me as I took a step towards him, forcing him to take a step back.

"Maybe I wouldn't have to if you'd stop acting like a street thug!" He retorted, holding my vicious glare with his own, taking another step back when I took another step forward.

"Yeah well this 'street thug' didn't even get a fucking thank you for saving your life! Is it so fucking hard for someone as 'great' and 'amazing' as you," My words came out dangerously low, trapping the slightly shorter man against the metal door, my hand slamming down besides his head as I spat out the words. "To tell someone 'like me' a simple thank you? I got hospitalized and in the end the only ones that thanked me were the one's I didn't even save."

I didn't even notice the way his face heated up from the close proximity, being to wrapped up in my own bubble that I just couldn't pay attention. "Is it really that impossible for you to tell me something so simple just because of my profession?!" I couldn't even feel the way his hands gripped at my coat, "Cause if that's the case then fine! I'm so fucking sorry for caring-!" My words were cut short when I was suddenly yanked forwards, feeling a pair of soft lips press against my own in a desperate motion that left me breathless. My hands immediately found their way to his hips, pressing his back firmly against the metal door as his hands traveled up into my hair, his fingers tangling into the [H/c] strands while mine slowly slipped under the hem of his shirt, feeling his bare skin against my fingertips.

"You talk to much" He mumbled out softly, pulling me closer against him until our bodies were completely connected, and I couldn't tare my gaze away from those beautiful blue eyes that I didn't even know how much I adored until now. "You're insufferable" I growled out playfully, not truly meaning the words but from the smile that tugged at his lips I could tell he knew that. I was pleasantly surprised when he lifted his leg up to hook around my hip, and knowing his intention I happily placed my hands under his thighs and hoisted him up, his legs instantly wrapping around my hips as he quickly yanked off his shirt, as I did the same. Letting my hands wander up his toned body while my leg helped keep him propped up against the door.

My heart practically hammered in my chest, and I could only hope he felt the same when I slowly dragged my tongue up from the base of his neck to his ear, taking his earlobe between my teeth to give it a small tug, feeling a light sting in my lower abdomen when I heard a choked gasp come from his parted lips, along with a few heavy pants that brought a wolfish grin to my face. "Damn, we barley even started and you're already panting like a bitch in heat" I purred, moving a hand down to run over his growing erection, "Ah!" I couldn't help but lick my upper lip in a slow motion, feeling my excitement grow from all the cute reactions he makes. Letting out a low chuckle I pressed my tongue against his shoulder, opening my mouth to leave a harsh bite, "F-Fuck!" He cursed, panting heavily as I press my nose to the base of his neck, biting down there as well while my thumbs graze over his nipples.

"D-Daddy.." I froze at the name, surprise evident on both our faces but a deep red blush manages to crawl up his neck and cheeks while a long smirk tugged at my lips. "I-Im so sorry-" I quickly shut him up by capturing his lips with my own, pressing my hips against his own to create some sort of friction as my thumbs begin to roll over his nipples, toying with them almost agonizingly slow. Drawing my tongue over his bottom lip I felt him moan into the kiss as I slipped my tongue inside, our tongues brushing together in heated desperation until I pulled back for air, a string of saliva connected to our lips as a deep chuckle reverberated throughout my chest, bringing my lips to his ear, my hands slowly working at his pants. "C'mon baby boy, say it again."

"Daddy.." He moaned out breathlessly as I lifted him up further to pull down his pants and boxers, just enough to make it easy as I wrapped my hand around his cock, rubbing my thumb over his swollen tip, "D-Daddy!" My tongue darted over my upper lip once more as he pressed his forehead against my own, his arms gripping onto my shoulders tightly as I moved my hand at a faster pace, loving the way his mouth parted with sharp breaths that I could see in the chilly air that couldn't even nip at our skin because of the heat between us. "Fuck!" Steve shuddered in my arms when I suddenly pressed my thumb against his tip, holding back his orgasm as he looked at me with pleading eye's, his sweaty blonde hair sticking to his face as he let out a low whimper, "P-Please.. Please let me cum."

"Not yet baby, now suck" My voice was steady and commanding as I brought my fingers to his lips, feeling my own erection twitch uncomfortably in my pants when he happily took three fingers into his mouth. The warmth of his mouth forced a drawn out groan from my lips, wondering if next time he'd take my cock instead. But forcing the thoughts down I pressed the pad of my middle finger against his tongue, watching as he stuck his tongue out his mouth, drool slowly dripping down it in a motion that nearly had me hypnotized until I looked into his eyes, using my other hand to slowly cup his cheek, "This'll feel uncomfortable at first, okay? If you want me to stop just tell me alright?" And with a swift nod from him I brought him back into a kiss to distract him from my fingers.

My middle finger slowly pushed inside him, but I made sure to keep him distracted with rough kisses and harsh love bites that had him whimpering in my grasp, and slowly I added another digit. A low hiss slipped past his parted lips, causing me to freeze for a moment until he gave me a reassuring nod, but even then I made sure to take it slow, moving my fingers in a scissoring motion that left him breathless. "Daddy-" He whimpered out, pressing his hips down onto my fingers after a few moments, "Daddy please.. Please fuck me, I need it.." He groaned out, looking up into my eyes with a hazy gaze that made me weak.

"Who knew you were good at begging" I mocked lightly, but my own erection made itself known from the tightness of my pants, so hoisting him up some more I quickly pulled them down, letting my cock spring free as I rested one hand on the top of the door frame, making sure he was secure between the door and I, "You ready?" I asked, watching as he gave a quick nod. So in a slow motion I pressed my cock against his entrance and slowly pushed it in, instantly moving my hand to hook under his thigh to stable him, "F-Fuck- Daddy!" He groaned out, panting heavily and it took everything in me not to just start pounding into him, simply relishing in the feeling of his tight walls around me until he got adjusted.

A few moment's passed until he finally gave me the go ahead, so I slowly began to thrust into him, both of us letting out pleasured groans as I began to quick up speed, "Nng! D-Daddy! F-Faster, please" Steve begged in a low whimper, his nails digging into my back as I hooked both hands both hands under his knees, gaining better access as I pounded into him, "Daddy!!" He shouted as a groan slipped past my lips, feeling my core begin to tighten as I listen to his moans and whimpers. "Fuck baby, you're so fucking tight" I let out a small hiss from the way his walls wrapped around me drawing me closer to my orgasm as he dragged his nails down my back, and I knew they'd leave marks.

"P-Please! Please let me cum- Please!" He whimpered desperately, so pulling him into a quick kiss I nodded my head, "Go ahead baby, cum for daddy" I grinned watching as he slowly unraveled, his cum coating both our lower abdomens and soon after I caught my own relief, releasing my cum deep inside him, "Ah!" He let out a surprised moan, slightly trembling in my arms. So carefully pulling out of him and setting him down, I made sure to grab my shirt and clean him up, wiping away any left over cum.

But I couldn't stop the small that seemed to spread on my face, my heart warming softly in my chest as I looked over his peaceful yet tired expression. "What are you doing..?" He asked groggily, looking up at me with a hazy gaze.

"Cleaning you up idiot, I'm not a complete asshole, now lets get you to bed."

[staplernpaper]

Criminal Minds Compatibility Reading

This compatibility reading is for this event:

TAROT COMPATIBILITY READING EVENT

All readings are for entertainment purposes only. Please do not obsess over the results of the reading as at the end of the day free will is a thing

Selamat Pagi,

First things first, I'm rewatching Criminal Minds. Damn, has Dr Spencer Reid always been this hot.

Second, I'm taking in some requests for private readings. If you want a private reading you can hit me up through the messages. Also don't worry about privacy, as none of your reading shall be posted onto the blog. All results shall remain between you and I. Although not preferable, If you're requesting something simple you can also send through asks. I can do readings on love life, yes and no questions and etc. However, I'd like to clarify that I am by no means a professional and quite frankly it's still a learning process. I simply want to take in requests to improve my skills.

Terima Kasih,

What will M.H's relationship with Spencer will be like?

Reading was done on 4th January

Row 1 - The Star (Hope, Calmness), Three of Pentacles Rev (Not learning from mistakes, Lack of Growth, Lack of Commitment), Knight of Cups Rev (Unrequited lover, Heartbreaker)

M.H show up as the Star, The relationship is Three of Pentacle and Spencer showed up as the Knight of Cups

I feel like this relationship has the tendency to not learn from past mistakes. Also there isn't really that much effort and commitment that is being put into this relationship. Furthermore, i think this couple will have issues with seeing things eye-to-eye.

Even though not a lot of effort is being put in, I feel like M.H would still be hopeful that this relationship would work

Whereas I feel like spencer, straight of the bat, would kinda know that things won't work out. So he becomes this unrequited lover. But i also think that he won't tell you that he doesn't return your feelings. He would most like procrastinate or avoid telling you cause he doesn't want to be confrontational

Row 2- The empress (Mother, Nurturing), Seven of Swords (Lies, Adaptable, Flexible), Knight of Swords (Seize the moment, Jump in)

I feel like M.H would be able to adapt or be flexible to what spencer wants in a partner, even if it is something unnatural for them.

Quite frankly he wants someone like a mommy

I'm not really surprised that the mommy card is here. This is Spencer we're talking about.

Row 3- The Lovers Rev (Trust Issue, Disconnection), Seven of Wands (Defensive, Protective), Four Cups (Regret, Dissatisfaction)

One of you has put up all these walls (Idk if it's spencer or M.H but for simplicity let's refer to this person as A). Which prevents their partner from seeing certain sides of them

A, who has their walls up is very territorial about it and is super hellbent on keeping these walls up

I see two things to this

First, A wished they had let down their walls much sooner and kinda regret having their wall up

Second, because A has these walls up, it has made their partner super dissatisfied in the relationship.

Row 4- Two of Swords Rev (indecision), Six of Cups Rev (Letting go of the Past), The Hanged Man (Uncertainty, Feeling Trapped)

Idk if this is the relationship or something personal

But I see like indecision on whether or not to let go of the past/past issues

Because the two of you are unsure if you should move forward from past events, it causes the two of you to feel trapped. I also feel like you two don't choose to move forward because you're both unsure as to how to go about it.

Row 5- King of Wands Rev (Action-oriented, Loyal), Ten of wands (Burden, Responsibility), Six of Pentacles (Giving, Generosity)

I think the two of you would be more action-oriented when it comes to showing affection

Like maybe instead of saying I love you, you would slice fruits for each other, give each other little knick-knack or something.

But I feel like, over time, you two will feel burdened to have to show affection to your partner. For example, you give spencer books not because seeing him smile would make your day but because you have to in order to make the relationship float.

Row 6- King of Pentacles (This represent M.H), Ace of Cups Rev (Breakups, Unrequited love), Four of Wands Rev(Unhappy Family, Lack of teamwork)

Yeah, I really have no idea how else to say this....

Eventually, M.H is gonna fall out of love with Spencer

And I feel like M.H falls out of love with spencer because they're unhappy in the relationship

I feel kinda bad for leaving on a sad note. So let me ask another question

Is there anything M.H could do to make this relationship run smoother?

Row 1 - Queen of Pentacles (This represent M.H), Five of Swords Rev (Peaceful Resolution, Reconciliation), Death Rev (Resisting Change, Repeating mistakes)

I think M.H needs to learn how to take a more peaceful resolution of the situation, end conflict and move forward. Maybe try to improve on communication skills, learn to compromise and find another outlet to release stress.

Because M.H often holds onto grudges, they do tend to repeat mistakes/bad habits. If they want to improve the relationship, they need to learn to move forward

[joaquinwhorres]

hoax (Ch. 1) {Sirius Black x F!OC}

SUMMARY ››››› It started out as a simple bet: who could get the girl chosen for them first? After four years of half-hearted attempts, Sirius decides it’s time to make a concerted effort to win over the notoriously undateable Florence Saise.

WORD COUNT ››››› 4,100-ish

WARNINGS ››››› Pretty much every chapter is going to have mentions of sex. Including this one.

A/N ››››› I'm so thankful to every single person who responded to my incessant "does this line make sense?" or "can you read this to tell me what you think?" Without you guys this never would have been uploaded, and I'd never already have the start of a second chapter.

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Florence Saise was rather convinced that she was the only person not excited to find themselves back at Hogwarts. Everyone else seemed to be coping with the looming start of the school year just fine, if the laughter and shouts that greeted her as she flung open the carriage door was any indication. It was, by all accounts that mattered, (which is to say, hers) not fair.

The blonde haired girl jumped down from the horseless carriage, landing with a heavier thump than might have been expected from her small frame. Before her, masses of students cursed up the hill chattering to one another with smiles on their faces. Not one had the same little crease between their eyebrows that threatened to turn into a full-on scowl.

It was as if every single one of them had either forgotten the bullshit that came along with living amongst their peers or were still blissfully unaware of the curse that was adolescence. Even her friends, who hopped down out of the carriage behind her, seemed too entrenched in the debate that had stretched from the train compartment to the carriage, to fully register what being back at Hogwarts meant.

"You've been quiet, Lory, what do you think?" Marlene asked, throwing an arm around Florence's shoulder as the small group of girls joined the throng of students.

"If Sebastian doesn't know what to do with his tongue when kissing, there's not much hope for him using it elsewhere. You'd do better with Roger."

"Aha!" Marlene cried out triumphantly, pointing a finger at Mary. "That makes it two for Roger, one for Sebastian, and one for giving up on boys all together," she tallied as Florence shrugged out from under her arm. Lily appeared on Florence's other side, trapping Florence in the middle of the group.

"You can't just use physical stuff as the metric for whether or not a relationship will be any good," Lily asserted. "There's more to dating than snogging and sex."

"Says the person who's never properly snogged anyone," Marlene stage whispered to Mary.

"Exactly," Lily said, perhaps a little too passionately. "And look how fulfilled I am."

Marlene shot Florence a skeptical look, and Lily reached across her to smack at Marlene's arm. This started another round of fierce debating, Lily reminding Mary that Sebastian had written her once a week all summer whereas Roger had only written four times, Marlene reminding Mary that she didn't want to die a virgin, and Dorcas reminding Mary that she never had any of these problems with her girlfriends.

Florence felt a dull needling, like a knuckle digging into the side of her head. At this rate, she was going to have a headache before they even reached the castle.

The Gryffindor strode ahead of the group, near enough that she wouldn't catch any flack for abandoning them but far enough that she could more easily drown out their bickering. She would give anything for just a single moment of peace today. Between her father and brother waking her up with their argument to Lily and Marlene's stupid battle over who Mary should date, all Florence wanted was ten minutes where she didn't get roped into playing referee.

But as she looked up ahead on the path, her eyes landing on James Potter and his crew, it seemed like peace was not in the cards for her today.

The group of boys were laughing amongst each other as they subtly enchanted trees to tap students on the shoulder or grab an unsuspecting second year. It was, objectively speaking, rather funny to witness the reactions of their various victims. One boy let out a startled shriek so loud, Florence would have expected it to come from a banshee. Another girl was attempting to fight off a branch that kept pulling at her plait. The problem with Potter and them's joke was not so much the unrest it caused amongst the students ahead of Florence.

The problem was Lily.

"You have got to be kidding me," Lily sighed, cutting Marlene off mid sentence. "What's even the point in making Remus a prefect if he's going to let his friends get away with everything?"

Before any of the girls had a chance to talk Lily down, the prefect marched up the hill with impressive speed, her hair billowing behind her.

"I am not missing this," Marlene said eagerly, grabbing Mary by the hand and tugging her up the hill with her. Dorcas and Florence shared a look and a sigh, before following them after Lily.

"Potter!" Lily shouted, and the group of boys came to an abrupt stop, nearly causing the group of Ravenclaws behind them to collide with their backs.

"Ah the dulcet tones of Lily Evans," James Potter said as he turned around to face the fuming redhead, a smirk set firmly in place.

Lily pulled up right in front of him, chest heaving from her quick trip up the hill. "You are to stop using magic at once or else I'll be forced to give you detention."

"I'm not sure what you mean," Potter said, tilting his head and allowing confusion to overtake his features. Lily's scowl deepened, clearly not buying the act. "I think you and I are both aware that it's against the rules to use magic before term starts, and we're not even at the castle yet."

Behind him, Pettigrew and Black snickered. The sound seemed to bolster James Potter's already rampant egotism as the smirk returned once more to his face.

"Unless of course, you're saying that I've enchanted you. Do you find me bewitching, Evans?" Potter asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"I think I've made it quite clear what I think of you, James Potter," Lily snapped, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "10 points from Gryffindor."

"Ah, Evans," Potter tsked, as if regretting the fact that he would have to share bad news with her. "Prefects can't take points until the start of term. Learned that fourth year," he added on, dropping the sympathetic act.

Marlene nudged Florence with her elbow and held out her hand expectantly. Florence's eyes moved from the open palm to her friend's gaze, raising an eyebrow.

"I believe you owe me a hundred galleons," Marlene informed her, a smile tugging at her lips even as she fought to remain serious. "As James Potter has just confirmed that he has, in fact, learned something in his past five years here."

"That doesn't count," Florence said dryly, slapping Marlene's palm down even as Marlene grinned at her winningly. The stare off between a seething Lily and smug James was looking very much like it was about to end in a murder. Remus Lupin must have also caught onto this because he shook his head and finally stepped forward.

"Come on, let's at least make it to the castle this year before you and Lily have a row," he appealed, making a half-decent attempt at Prefect-like behavior.

Potter turned to his friend with a magnanimous smile. "Since you asked so kindly, Moony," Potter paused, shooting Lily a look. "I'll make sure there is no more confusion about whether or not we might have been doing magic. Watch carefully, Evans. I'm putting my wand in my back pocket. Feel free to track its progress up the hill," he added with a wink.

Lily let out a disgusted noise as Marlene snorted, and Potter turned to continue back up the hill with his friends, Sirius Black playfully pushing him as he rejoined the group.

"What a wanker," Lily murmured, watching the boys go.

"Maybe, but he's looking well fit," Marlene noted, taking Potter up on his offer to make sure his wand stayed in his back pocket. "You could do a lot worse than James Potter."

Lily whirled on Marlene, emitting a scandalized,  " Marlene! "

The dark haired girl laughed and shook her head. "Oh come off it, Lils, he's smart, funny, attractive, all of which is important to you, and," she looked around before leaning forward conspiratorially. "I've heard his wandwork isn't the only magical thing he can do with his hands." Marlene wiggled her fingers at Lily, who pulled back looking so pale that for a moment, Florence thought she might actually be sick.

Which was far too hilarious not to laugh at. So she did, earning a dark look from Lily and a shiteating grin from Marlene.

Lily rounded back on Marlene before shaking her head and starting back up to the castle.  "He's not funny; he's cruel. And he's only half as smart as he thinks he is."

"So you agree he's attractive?" Marlene asked, raising an eyebrow, and Lily's face turned bright red before she managed to sputter out a:

"Looks don't mean anything!"

"She's right," Dorcas added. Contributing to the conversation for the first time with the decisiveness that the girls had come to expect from her.  "Looks don't mean anything. But being good with his hands, well…"

Lily emitted a strangled sound somewhere between disbelief and mild outrage as the rest of her friends laughed at her and moved past on their way to the castle. A small feeling in Florence's chest loosened as she walked with them, the conversation alternating between teasing Lily and debating between Roger and Sebastian. Maybe this year wouldn't be quite as bad as the past five.

Naturally, the hope of a better year was squashed the very next day.

This, of course, should have been expected. After all, the first day of classes was primarily meant for overloading students with work they weren't yet prepared for and reminding them that their very futures depended on the mastery of the material. However, those spiels were not the giveaway that this year would be more or less the same in terms of teenage bullshit as the years prior. What it really came down to was her Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The death of her hope began the moment she walked into the classroom and was faced with an obscenely tall and lanky man, dressed in a smart tweed suit with his chin length hair tucked behind his ears. A name was written in halting cursive on the chalkboard behind him.

Oleander Fernsby.

It was a ridiculous name for what was, by all indicators, a ridiculous man.

Although, as Florence watched the way his eyes darted around the classroom, shooting away every time a student got too close to making eye contact, she began to think that perhaps ridiculous was the wrong word. It suggested a certain confidence that this man in front of her was severely lacking.

It was painful to watch really, seeing him hoist the corners of his mouth up just to seem to lose his grip and have the smile come crashing down again. Both of his hands were shoved into his pants pockets, the right one fiddling with something it found in there so that the pocket almost seemed to flutter with his nervous energy. Even as she sat down next to Marlene, Florence couldn't take her eyes off of this clear disaster waiting to happen.

"This is going to be interesting," Marlene noted with raised eyebrows as she tapped her quill tip on the desk. "Reckon he'll make it the whole year?"

"Reckon he'll make it to the end of the month?" Florence returned, and Marlene snorted.

The last of the students shuffled into the room, claiming desks next to their friends and casting skeptical looks up at the unusual choice for professor. Even Remus Lupin looked unsure about Dumbledore's choice as he sat with eyebrows raised and a slight frown on his face.

The professor cleared his throat, which was completely ineffective when it came to quelling the murmurings of students sizing him up.

"Excuse me," he said, his voice dipping down into a mumble on the last syllable. As could be expected, the class' attention remained on their own conversations.

" Merlin's beard," Dorcas muttered under her breath from behind Florence. The professor furrowed his brow, a look of resolve on his face before trying again.

"Good morning." He had added a bit of volume and force assertiveness to his voice, but it wasn't until Potter hit Black on the shoulder and gestured with his head to the professor that the talking in the room tapered off. Faced with a room of quiet students, he succeeded in finally managing a weak smile.

"Good morning," he repeated, his voice soft but steady at least. "I'm Professor Fernsby, and I'll be teaching you Defense Against the Dark Arts this year."

It was hard to imagine this particular wizard ever standing up against the dark arts. He looked like he could hardly manage a boggart let alone a hag or Lethifold. Even faced with a room full of bored teenagers, he was crumbling under the pressure. Across the room Peter Pettigrew snickered, and Fernsby's expression faltered.

"I know that I am a new face here, and you've had five other professors, but I hope that together we'll have a good year this year and learn a lot."

Florence snorted and either Lily or Dorcas (probably Lily) jabbed a finger into her back in scolding.

Fernsby's smile flickered, and he paused. "Erm, yes. I know that this is your second class of the day, and it's early. The first years were all practically asleep at their desks this morning, but this is an NEWT-level class, so we will be covering rather complicated and dark material--oh! Yes, you there," Fernsby said, gesturing towards a student in the back. Florence turned, watching as Cassius Avery lowered his hand, a self-satisfied smirk already twisting at his lips.

"Can you explain what you mean by 'dark,' professor?"

The classroom went so still even Fernsby seemed to notice, his pocket fluttering once more.

"Well, we'll learn about the Unforgivable Curses. How to battle Inferi--"

"Will we be learning more about the Dark Arts themselves?" Avery interrupted, tilting back his chair so that it leaned against Thaddeus Nott's desk.

Fernsby's eyes flicked around the classroom as if looking for help from one of the students, but everyone remained still and quiet, watching to see what would happen. Florence set her jaw as she looked back at Avery who was looking rather smug. Beside him there was a glint in Thomas Mulciber's eye as if he were watching an animal fall into a trap.  "I'm not sure that would be entirely appropriate--" Fernsby started.

"I was just thinking that we should know how the Dark Arts work and such so we can properly defend ourselves?" Avery clarified and beside him Mulciber smirked. Florence's hand curled into a fist on her desk. "I mean, you want us to be prepared, don't you, professor? We need to know--"

"Avery you smarmy little git, would you shut up?" Florence snapped, and the eyes of the class shot over to her. But she was just looking at Avery whose eyes flashed angrily. "Even he's not thick enough to teach you how to curse someone. Go ask your dad. Or is he too busy shagging his cousin--I'm sorry, your mum."

There was a beat of silence as the whole class seemed to collectively hold its breath before across the room, Sirius Black broke out into a loud barking laughter, muffling whatever Avery snarled at Florence.

"Pardon?" she asked, arching an eyebrow, and though he opened his mouth to say it again, it wasn't Avery's voice, but Fernsby's she heard next.

"That is--that is quite enough," the professor finally interjected, and Florence turned around, ready for her detention or points to be docked, but as Fernsby's eyes landed on her and she met them with a fierce unrepentance, he wet his lips and moved on.

"Merlin's beard," Marlene whispered to Florence. "Been holding onto that for a while, haven't you?"

"After what he and Mulciber did last year to Mary, he's lucky I haven't set him on fire," Florence mumbled. "Last thing we need is that lot learning about the Dark Arts so they can practice on muggleborns."

Marlene nodded her agreement, and the two focused back on Fernsby who was presently taking attendance.

Class continued and with it the growing feeling that someone was attempting to stare daggers into the back of her head. When she finally turned with a raised eyebrow, she found that not only was Avery glaring at her, but Mulciber and Nott had also joined in their friend's effort. She gave the three of them the most saccharine smile she could muster and lifted a middle finger towards them. When she turned back to Fernsby, he was in the middle of listing his credentials and previous places of employment..

He had just finished on how formative his time in the Azkaban processing unit was when James Potter began to loudly pack up his bag. "And erm..." Professor Fernsby stopped, watching as Potter corked his inkwell and dropped it into his bag. "Mr….Potter was it?"

Potter looked up, "Oh, I'm sorry, Professor," he said, his face genuinely apologetic. "I thought you were about done."

"Done?" Fernsby asked. While the word might have cracked like a whip from McGonagall or Kettleburn, instead it came out rather helpless as he looked appealingly to Potter for an explanation.

"It's just that usually professors keep class short the first. To get us acclimated to the school schedule again, you know."

Fernsby said nothing, looking out over the class to see nods of assent. Even Dorcas kept quiet.

"He's right," Marlene said from next to her, and Florence's attention whipped to her friend. "Although usually they make us stay at least half the block," she added with a reproachful look to James.

"Ah, well, I suppose here is as good a place to stop as any," Professor Fernsby said. "Come ready to learn, as I will be picking up the pace as the year progresses."

He seemed rather proud of himself, Florence thought as she along with her classmates scurried to pack up their books before anyone could possibly grow a guilty conscience. He probably thought the early dismissal was a sign of kindness and not what it really was: blood in the water.

Shouldering her bag, Florence headed out behind Lily and Dorcas into the hallway.

"We're not going to learn anything all year," Dorcas moaned, tossing her head back to stare miserably at the ceiling.

"It's going to be an easy O at least," Lily sighed. "And besides, next year it'll be someone new. Maybe they'll be able to catch us up."

Dorcas wilted a little, head coming back down to face forward with a pout tugging down her lips. "I suppose."

Marlene looked disbelievingly at the group. "Are we really not going to talk about Avery?"

"Do we have to?" Mary asked with a shudder. "He's so creepy. "

"That whole group is destined for Azkaban," Lily murmured, shaking her head.

"Not if Lory gets to them first," Marlene countered, smirking.

Florence shrugged, "I already told you I didn't think Fernsby had the backbone to tell him no."

"Right, but going after his dad like that?" Marlene pressed, raising her eyebrows at Florence as if to prompt an explanation.

"Everyone knows the Sacred Twenty-Eight's inbred," a voice drawled from behind the group. Lily rolled her eyes, letting out an annoyed sigh through her nose as Potter, Black, Remus, and Pettigrew interspersed themselves amongst the girls. "After all, you're looking at someone whose father shagged his cousin. Thankfully all of the negative effects of my parents' decision to procreate saved themselves for Regulus. Florence snorted at this, and Marlene barked out a laugh. Even Lily's lips quirked up into a reluctant half smile. "I have to say, Saise, that was a thing of sheer beauty in there. I think I might have even fallen in love with you a little," Black grinned.

Florence rolled her eyes and shook her head, even as the grin stayed on her lips. "I hope you're prepared for heartbreak then. Pettigrew, I'd start collecting chocolate frogs now, he's going to need them."

A quick confusion crossed Pettigrew's face as he darted a glance at Black, as if to ask if Florence was serious. But his friend was too busy throwing a hand over his heart and staggering back as if wounded.

"Should I get some chocolate frogs too, Evans? Or are you planning on sparing my heart this year?" Potter asked, grinning winsomely at Lily.

She gave him a tight lipped grin back, tilting her head towards him. "You should get as many as you can and stick them in your bag. That way, every time you have even the faintest impulse to ask me out, you can take one out and shove it in your mouth to save us both the trouble."

With that, Lily brushed her hair over her shoulder and moved forward to link arms with Florence, turning them both around to march down the hallway and away from their heartbroken boys.

"I think there was progress," James said, piling potatoes onto his plate once the boys had sat down for lunch. The past forty-five minutes that they should have spent in Defense Against the Dark Arts had been devoted instead to James' eternal pining over Lily Evans. "She didn't call me any names."

"Didn't need to, mate," Sirius said, snagging the serving spoon from James. "Her face and tone of voice largely did that for her."

"Yeah? What'd it say?" James asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched Sirius spoon potatoes next to his sausage.

Sirius straightened up in his seat, pointing the spoon at James. "It said, James Potter, you are a complete tosser," he said, mimicking Lily's high voice, much to the amusement of both Remus and Peter.

James looked down the table to where Lily tossed her head back laughing at something Mary Macdonald said. The lack of outright animosity had been progress, but she still didn't look at him with even a fraction of the warmth she gave to everyone else. Lily caught sight of him and the smile slid from her face, settling into a look of pure disdain before she turned back to her friends and said something that made Marlene McKinnon almost spit out her pumpkin juice.

"Well at least I can say I'm trying," James protested, turning back to face Sirius.

"Trying what? To get Lily Evans to hex your arse halfway 'cross the country?" Sirius asked. "Because that is about the only thing you're set to succeed at with her."

James scoffed before growing serious.  "I'm trying to win the bet."

Sirius raised his eyebrows at his best friend, and even Peter seemed to have checked back in to the conversation. Remus however let out a groan and set down the book he'd been reading so he didn't have to listen to James going on about Lily. "I thought you two had given that up."

"It was just on hiatus for a while," Sirius dismissed, picking up his fork to dig into his lunch. "Because unlike Prongs, I don't have to spend years just to get Saise to tolerate being in the same room as me."

"And yet," James said, picking up his own fork. "You still haven't won."

"Well, I've been a bit too busy with other matters to be worried much about the birds?"

"Like what?" Remus asked, picking his book back up.

"Largely, being the family disappointment," Sirius remarked with some finality as he bit into his sausage.

James just laughed at this. "Please, you have about as much interest in dating as Saise does. One of you is going to call it quotes before you can even go public--let alone last two weeks."

"All I'm saying is that at least Saise doesn't actively detest the very sight of me," Sirius shrugged, taking another bite of his food.

"I'm making progress."

"Of course you are, mate," Sirius nodded, navigating the words around the mouthful of food.

James shook his head at Sirius, "Padfoot, when it comes right down to it , I don't even think you could get Saise out of her knickers, let alone date you."

Sirius scoffed. "Everyone can get her out of her knickers. Everyone practically has gotten Saise out of her knickers."

Remus looked up from his book, a frown tugging at his features. "That's an ugly thing to say Sirius," he scolded, but Sirius looked completely unrepentant.

"It's not like it's a secret that practically our entire year has shagged Florence. Everyone knows what she's like," Peter shrugged.

"Exactly. Thank you, Wormtail," Sirius said. "But if you're so certain I can't do it, Prongs, then you'd have no problem making a little add on to our bet. Right?"

"No problem at all," James said, smugly.

"Great," Sirius said, leaning forward on his elbows. "Let's talk terms."