#poorly placed

[bikelanehell]

Bucharest, Romania

[scarymath]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 1: Dread on Arrival

(Part 2)

[justaz]

merlin (immortal) giving arthur (pendragon) the only blade that could kill him

[ingo-in-places-he-shouldnt-be]

Ingo shouldn't be enjoying a deserted island getaway package.

[catdoingblep]

[whathorselegs]

This has been all I've been able to think about since seeing this cover, so you guys can also suffer with it

You're welcome

[gothic-mothic]

A very long, very late, and very quiet car ride.

[thestarsperish]

the messiah :3

[badacts]

do you understand how fucking annoying this is. how are any of you out reviewing fics if you CANNOT. FUCKING. READ.

[bikelanehell]

Aalborg, Denmark

[tugoslovenka]

am i reading into this too much or did larian just omit halsin's poly nature???

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

My Lawyer is going to Get Your Ass.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[uncanny-tranny]

By implying that children are too stupid and rude to learn about the world and learn how the world works and how to interact with others, you are casting responsibility away from the people who are responsible for that child's upbringing and placing the blame on the children (who don't have the autonomy given to them to be allowed to decide what they want) who can't help what they do and do not learn, often.

If the children aren't okay, then investigate why before turning to thought-terminating clichés of, "Well, the kids are just stupid and dumb and aren't even worth the effort because they're lazy!"

[angelapleasant]

With a sword in a bag in my trunk I keep my eyes and my mind on the road

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[lexinympho]

[suggestive, f!reader, mentions of fwb relationship & sex, MDNI]

PART 2

Shit.

The last thing Suna expected to see after half jokingly suggesting that you and him have sex was a look of utter discontent being sent his way. Your reaction was so sudden and genuine that it even caught him off guard and had him rushing to rectify his mistake, albeit in a way that doesn't sound quite as regretful or awkward, "Damn, you think I'm that ugly?"

"Wait, no," you fixed your face at the realization that your reaction may have sent the wrong message, "you're literally beautiful and everyone knows that."

"I'm flattered."

You don't bother pointing out the sarcastic remark in favor of calling out the elephant in the room, "Where'd that come from?"

"Where'd what come from?"

"Rintarou. Don't try to gloss over the fact that you just asked me to fuck you."

"Ah ah," he leaned closer to reiterate with a casual wave of his finger, "I said 'we should fuck'. As a joke of course."

Yeah right. You weren't a fool though, you knew when he was messing with you, and you weren't blind to his flopped attempt at flirting. You also knew that so-called joke of his wasn't good for your heart, but you choose to mentally snuff out the flames in favor of clearing up any misunderstandings bound to arise without you saying anything. "You'd fuck me?"

He answers with little hesitation upon seeing your willingness to talk about this, "I mean, yeah, look at you."

You once again ignore his comment to get your point across, "...Even though we're friends?"

"Yeah?"

"And you're just okay with that?"

"You're not?" He's starting to see the main issue here.

"No? We're friends, friends don't fuck."

"Some do."

You swiftly throw out, "We don't, I don't!"

"So you won't fuck me because we're friends."

"I won't," you finish with a cross of your arms and turn your head away to hopefully hide your mortification for this topic. You don't think you have it in you to straight up tell him you'd gladly fuck him if he were your boyfriend, and you're honestly not so sure if the feeling's exactly mutual, so you keep your desires to yourself. That seems like the safest route out of this conversation.

Suna apparently decided on the risky rapids when he spoke up, "Then let's stop being friends."

'Stop being friends.'

A dizzy spell hits you in your brain's conflicted state, struggling to determine if his statement was a dream come true or a heartbreaking nightmare. Heartbreaking nightmare seems more likely. You know he's not so shallow to stop being your friend over something as small as avoiding sexual relations, but anything is possible when he practically offered up his body mere minutes ago without a second thought. Your train of thought is broken when you catch him moving closer to you in the corner of your eye, his action sending your nerves into a frenzy as you freeze up and become trapped between backing up or staying where you're at.

Backing up seemed like a bit much since you'd have to eventually stand up from his bed, yet again giving him mixed signals, and your body seemed to choose the 'stay still' option for you.

Suna speaks confidently at the sight of your frazzled state, "If us being friends is the problem, then we should just change that, right?"

"I'm not gonna be your fuck buddy-"

"Because friends don't look at each other the way I look at you, or think about each other the way I think about you." Your outlook brightened from that one sentence, giving him plenty of incentive to flash you a smirk and lean into your ear to whisper, "You have no idea how much I imagine what you'd sound like screaming my name when you're on my bed like this."

Oh. His confession sent a wave of heat straight to your core and had you squeezing your legs together.

He continued as he ran a hand along your back to send shivers across it, "You drive me crazy everytime you run up and hug me from behind, pushing your tits against me and rubbing my chest like it's nothing."

You thought he didn't notice.

Your vision was sent into a blur when he maneuvered you closer and pulled you on his lap, the young man clearly enjoying the flustered look you're sending him, blushing so pretty just for him. He pays no mind to the dusting on his own face as he goes on, "I don't just wanna fuck you though. I like it when you come over wearing something I left at your place, I like driving you around the city and getting froyo with you..."

He pulls you closer to initiate a hug and hide his face in your shoulder, ignoring the hard-on he developed from your presence on his lap, "I like it when people think we're a couple, and I always imagine what that would be like."

You stop his semi-rambling by tentatively hugging him back, still in shock by his many revelations and the singular one he needn't voice out, he likes me.

And he wants to fuck me.

Suddenly the thought of sleeping with a friend seems less daunting.

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