#the trust between them from the get go is my downfall

[elialys]

THE NEWSREADER | 1.01 | Helen x Dale - Dale's Update Part 2 [ 1 ]

[penguinbuttcheeks]

Three's a Crowd - ghost x reader

summary: you’re the latest addition to the 141. price and gaz have each other, ghost and soap vice versa. you start to realise that you’ll never be able to gain the attention of your comrades - let alone your lieutenant - the way you so desperately crave.

pairing: ghost x gn!reader

cw: angst, typical cod violence, character death, mw3 spoilers

word count: 2,318

A/N: feeling angsty so have this :D (FURTHER PROOFREADING IS NEEDED !!! but im eepy and impatient its 2am)

also i genuinely can't live without music, so i always end up adding a song that kinda reminds me of my fic. its not something that needs to be listened to - simply any song i find that kinda suits the vibe of the story and also just sharing some good music for others to enjoy !! idk, just something i enjoy doing (im rambling)

Being the latest addition to the TaskForce 141's ensemble had its downfalls.

While you were immensely grateful for the opportunity to have been recruited by John Price himself, there was still the lingering discomfort of trying to fit in with a new group.

It was childish really. Such a minuscule concern whilst in the midst of fighting a war.

It had been several months since you were enlisted, yet your relationship amongst the four members seemed to lag in comparison to the camaraderie they each shared between one another. Years of companionship amidst the terrors of combat had strengthened the bindings of their connections, forcing them to rely on one another when faced with life and death. It was something that you had yet to experience with them.

You know that these things take time - especially given that fact that it was so common to lose comrades in this field of work. Everyone was terrified of getting attached. 

Over the coming days, the five of you had been preparing for an upcoming mission. It was crucial that everything panned out perfectly. Price wasn't leaving any room for fault, not when the safety of thousands were at stake. thousands of civilian lives. Men, women and children.

While Price and Gaz - with the assistance of Farah - had set out to Urzikstan to lead an infiltration on a Konni base they believed Makarov was operating at, you were assigned to Verdansk with Soap and Ghost. 

The task; stop Konni from destroying the Gora dam.

The three of you were currently grouped at the meeting point, scoping the area before setting off to defuse the bombs scattered across the site. With the little numbers you had, you were going to have to rely on stealth. You hated stealth.

Stealth required trust. Trust in your comrades to complete their designated tasks without fault, trust in your comrades to stay alert. 

You had none. 

You were determined to change that succeeding this mission.

"Be advised, Konni personnel are grouping near multiple locations below you." Laswell's voice snaps you from your thoughts, her voice ringing through the comms. 

Ghost and Soap look up at where you were perched. You were their sniper for this mission. They were relying on you to keep them covered and you were not going to let them down.

You raise your hand in the air, giving them a thumbs up to alert you were ready and in position. The two men send a curt nod in return before setting off to track down and defuse the explosives.

With Laswell over-watching the operation, and you giving the duo support from a higher vantage point, the low numbers were of little concern. The four of you knew that you would be able to carry out the mission smoothly. Besides, 

Failure wasn't an option.

You watch as Ghost silently takes out several guards, advancing his way through the facility as he tries to locate the bombs.

"Bagged 'em" Laswell confirms another kill for Ghost.

“Two guards, on your three by the barrels” you alert Ghost, watching as he stealthily approaches the guards. “I’m lined up, I can get them in one”.

They’re on the ground before Ghost can even blink.

You grin as you peer through the scope of your sniper. This was going to be cake.

“Good to see you in one piece, Johnny” Ghost huffs, splayed on the floor of the heli alongside you and Soap.

“Haven’t felt better, LT.”

It was a scramble trying to meet with Nikolai and board the aircraft, lifting off amidst the enemy's gunfire. You ensured there were no men left standing by the time you all were long out of sight. 

Price would be pleased. 

“Yeah, I’m okay too. Thanks for asking” you huff out in annoyance, watching as Ghost lends Soap a hand, lifting him to his feet with a small grunt. 

You get up by yourself, a simple side glance sent your way from Ghost before both the men turn to Nikolai. At least Soap had the decency to return a relieved smile.

“Mission accomplished, Bravo. You three took down an army and saved lives tonight” Laswell congratulates through the comms, her usual monotonous voice doing little to praise the successful operation that the three of you had completed. “Makarov will not take this well.”

“He’s a big boy,” you respond with an amused grin. “He can handle it.”

“Don’t underestimate the rage of the Russian’s” Nikolai chuckles back in response, looking back at you momentarily to ensure all three of you weren’t seriously injured.

“Speakin’ from experience, Nikolai?” You smirk back, walking over towards the front of the heli where both Ghost and Soap stand, your sniper left discarded on the metal floor of the military carrier.

“Firsthand” Nikolai simply snorts back.

The rest of the ride back is silent, Ghost and Soap sat beside each other, a singular empty seat distancing their proximity. You? You sit across from them, alone on the empty bench. 

You don’t mean to let your guard down. You were simply exhausted and finally allowing yourself to stare aimlessly into space as the adrenaline in your system slowly drained from your veins.

“Don’t.”

The harsh voice has you crashing back to reality, eyes focusing in place to meet dark hazel ones, narrowed and directed at you. You hadn’t realised you were staring at Ghost while you silently decompressed. It was a rude startle from your meaningless thoughts.

“Sorry, I zoned out. My eyes were just comfortable” you respond awkwardly, adjusting your seating position and clearing your throat. “Didn’t realise I was staring”

Ghost simply glares back at you, his usual cold and emotionless stare making your hands clammy and stomach flutter. You quickly avert your gaze, turning your head away to stare at the metal tread plate flooring, instead focusing on the loud hum of the aircraft you were all seated in.

It suddenly grew too hot, too cramped in the helicopter. It was claustrophobic - suffocating almost.

You’re the first to scramble off the heli, exhaling in relief when you’re no longer boxed into the hunk of metal you had just spent the last hour travelling in. With your sniper draped loosely over your shoulder, you make your way inside the small safe house nestled on the outskirts of Verdansk. You don’t bother to wait for Soap and Ghost.

It’s late at night. Your body is near spent. Your only goal in mind was getting the heavy military gear off your body to finally allow yourself the comfort you crave. 

It’s a small shack, only the bare minimum provided. An old, tattered couch and rickety square dining table with four chairs on each side, each varying in design and wood finishes. They evidently didn’t come as a set. There is a small room off to the side, various camping cots packed and stacked against the furthest wall, at our disposal for when we choose to retire for the night.

Ghost, Soap and Nikolai soon enter after you, Nikolai retreating into the small room to set up the cots and get some much needed rest.

You keep to yourself while Soap settles on the small couch, Ghost taking a seat at the dining table to clean and check over his equipment. 

You hastily peel the stiff fabric from your body, vest and outerwear folded on the floor in the corner of the living room, your sniper. Resting atop of them. Your aching body can finally breathe now that the extra layers were finally discarded

“Ye did good today” Soap finally speaks up after a beat of tense silence. You turn to him in slight surprise, not expecting him to initiate any sort of conversation with you. “We’d have been fucked without ye” he continues, Scottish accent thick as ever.

You can’t help the small smile that creeps on to your face.

“You guys did the dirty work. I simply scoped the area from above” you assure modestly, not wanting to come across arrogant.

“Aye. Saved our asses several times. We owe you.”

Ghost simply scoffs quietly, standing to move outside where there would be less chatter. He was tired and didn’t want to indulge. 

Your smile is wiped from your lips, replaced by a slight frown at Ghost’s exit. It doesn’t go unnoticed by the Scot.

“He’s a crabbit old man. Pay him no mind” Soap assures you, voice low and seemingly unaffected by the Lieutenant’s departure. “The lad’s not one for meaningless blether.”

You nod, evidently disappointed

Soap observes you silently, taking in your defeated expression, a low hum of acknowledgment absentmindedly leaving his tight lips.

"Ye like the Lieutenant" he voices aloud. There was no room for argument in his statement.

Your head darts to Soap in stunned horror, mouth parted in shock. You're unable to respond, Soap speaking up before you're able to form your words.

"Keen een."

You immediately shut your mouth. There was no point in arguing. He knew.

Soap chuckles, a bitter and amused sound that leaves you feeling uneasy.

"Foolhardy choice"

You watch as Soap leaves to the makeshift bedroom, closing the door behind him and leaving you alone with your thoughts and anxieties. You don't get much sleep that night.

Returning to the 141 base was a relief in itself.

Touching down on British soil allowed you to finally relax. You were finally familiar with your surroundings once again.

You sigh happily upon entering your private quarters, throwing your bag carelessly to the ground. A shower was in order. You waste no time in stripping down bare to prepare yourself for the best shower of your life.

When you emerge from the shower, hair still damp and leaving small patches of dampness along the fabric of your fresh shirt you immediately make your way to the rec room. Some caffeine was in order if you were going to set your sleep schedule back to its usual.

You inhale sharply when you see Ghost sat alone, immediately on edge.

He turns his attention to you momentarily before wordlessly resuming back to the reports in his hands.

Message received.

You quietly walk over to the coffee machine, pulling out a mug as you put the kettle on.

You keep your eyes trained on anything but Ghost, not wanting to anger him again. You can't help but lose yourself in your thoughts once again as you wait for the water to finish boiling.

It wasn't anything more than a physical attraction that you had towards the aloof man. You didn't know the slightest thing about him. You did know however, that he was loyal. Just from your observations alone - it was obvious just how passionate he was about the 141. He would lay his life down without a second thought to ensure a mission was successful, to ensure his teammates were safe.

All of his teammates, save for you.

He was a machine during training, a monster on the field. Rippling muscle and deadly speed, accuracy that rivals even Captain Price himself.

So many times you've caught yourself staring, admiring from the peripherals of your vision with your lip caught between your teeth. You felt like a lovesick teen in high school. It was absolutely infuriating.

"It won't make itself"

You jolt in alarm, head whipping towards the voice. Ghost simply stares at you, eyebrow raised. His skull mask was replaced by his usual black balaclava he wore around base, the prominent shape of his brow bones underneath the knit fabric the only giveaway of his expression. His thick thighs are spread lazily in front of him, large feet planted on the floor as he leans back against the dark leather couch, papers still in hand.

You quickly tear your eyes away from him once again.

"I know." You internally grimace at your response. Stupid. So stupid.

Ghost chuckles, still eyeing you as you stare dumbly down at the now finished boiling kettle and empty mug.

"You're an open book" he speaks up, shaking his head slightly in disapproval, lowering his eyes back down to his reports. "You need to keep your head in the game, sergeant. This is a war, not a dating reality."

You glimpse over at him from the corner of your eye, fighting down the heat that tries to spread across your face.

"I'm well aware of that" you respond sternly, hastily making your coffee.

Fucking. Soap.

"Start acting like it, soldier"

You swiftly leave, coffee rushed and head lowered in shame. You didn't bother drinking the sloppy coffee, instead tipping it down the bathroom sink and watching as it swirls down the drain.

Makarov was defeated - the 141 finally accomplishing what they had chased like hell hounds for months - finally at its end.

Ghost stares down at your lifeless eyes.

What should have been Soap’s life was instead replaced with your own.

It was a selfless act of bravery.

No one was fast enough to respond. One minute you were here, yelling out to Soap in alarm, the next you were motionless. An instant death after Makarov lodged his final bullet in your skull.

Ghost knows that he should feel something - anything for the life lost. His teammate stolen from life too soon, but he can't find it in himself to care.

Price places a large hand on Ghost's shoulder, pulling him away from the scene.

The Taskforce retreats. They would send reinforcements to retrieve your body, to be able to send something back to your loved ones waiting anxiously on your return.

It was a shame really. The potential you had was evident, destined to continue fighting for your country alongside Ghost, Price and Gaz.

Ghost turns on his heel, following after his comrades and boarding the heli, your empty seat bringing a deep sense of impending doom, the reality finally setting in for the four men.

Ghost scoffs, shaking his head.

Three was always a crowd

[aleiiii]

-slides in to the ask box with I.V bag.-

Angst thought of the day for you my friend

How did Na react to Wukong's prison ( that piece of scroll of memory Azure trapped him in ) get sliced in half? With the thought of maybe never being able to get him out again?

And would she insist on going into the scroll with MK and Macaque? And to see him (Wukong) so broken inside as he relives some of his worst mistakes?

hello frosted 🤭

It already worried Nà to death enough knowing he was trapped in the scroll and currently in the grasps of Azure. It was another punch seeing the tablet get sliced. I feel like for everyone there, it felt like a drop in their stomach.

After this, it’s when MK takes this leave, and the others are onto their training arc with master Subodhi. I’ve had the idea that Nà might have some sort of support power (similar to tang), and I believe I might’ve mentioned it in the other angsty posts hehe. BUT taking that time to hone in on her powers, however can’t focus because she’s too entirely focused on never seeing Wukong again. In the training, it might be addressed that her dependence on Wukong is ultimately her downfall, and would only have to trust that they will be able to get him back ( he is Monkey King after all!) Also other tidbit on Nà having to overcome her own issues, her being dependent on Wukong’s attention is what made her happier, but ofc it’s backfired when he’s not around- this coming from her being kind of lonely in her life in Megapolis, away from her family, and not having many friends (yet).

ANYWAYS

we come back to the point where they get the sliced tablet thingy

Definitely a stress crier

And finally her trying to tag along with Mac and MK into the scroll. Macaque would be so very against the idea, it’s far too dangerous and he wouldn’t want to risk putting her in such a predicament. I think it would be funny for Nà to see both of the monkey boys coming back out from the scroll and being nicer (?)to each other. As from the incident with possessed Wukong and LBD would’ve tarnished their relationship just a bit. In the moment where they find Wukong, there’s an understanding between the two that Wukong wants to be better in his ways.

Maybe the three of them from then on out would have a better relationship… maybe learn how to share Nà

[andreafmn]

Speak | Chapter 10

Word Count: 3.5K Story Description: Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didn’t expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf. Chapter: 10/? Warnings: emotional and mental abuse A/N: can't believe I finished this on schedule! the story everyone is obsessed with for some reason just got updated😂🤍 My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts to support me and my love of writing or buy me a coffee TikTok • Instagram • Business | MASTERLIST If you’d like to be tagged in this or any other story: click here Make sure you have my notifications on so you know every time I post!  Taglists for Twilight get filled quick and Tumblr only lets me tag up to a certain point. Notifications are your best bet.

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Chapter 10

"Do you want to stay over tonight?" Jacob suddenly asked as the pair made their way to his truck. "It's already so late and I don't wanna make the drive back to Forks right now."

"Uh, sure, that sounds great," she said, trying to contain her excitement. A surge of happiness took over her as she witnessed Jake trying. He was trying to keep them together, at least that's what it looked like to her. "I'll just let dad know."

"Yeah, sure."

After she had settled on the center of the seat, Jacob helped his father into the truck, stepping out to say goodbye to his friends.

"I'll let you know that there won't be any funny business under my roof, (Y/N)," Billy smiled teasingly. "Though I am glad that Jacob is seemingly trying to turn over a new leaf this new year."

"I promise we'll do nothing but sleep, Billy," she chuckled. "And I also hope this is a new start for Jake and me. That everything that happened stays in the past and we can just give it our all in this relationship."

"If it is meant to be, (Y/N), the universe will find a way," he said as mystically as he always spoke. "You deserve happiness, my child."

"People keep saying that," she responded, her eyes growing far more interested in the skin of her fingers. "Does no one think that Jake can make me happy?"

"That's not what I'm saying, (Y/N)," he smiled, his hand falling on top of the one she was picking. "All I am saying is that if the love and happiness that you deserve is with Jacob, then the universe will allow it."

"And if not?"

"Then, your paths will always align."

"Then let's hope that what's written on the stars is in our favor." And as she said that she didn't know if she was wishing that to convince him or to convince herself.

The three of them rode back to the Black residence in a comfortable silence. The sounds of the woods and the whistling of the wind filled their quiet. She wondered what they said. If they whispered words of encouragement or if they taunted her downfall. She wanted to believe it was the former, because the latter would wreck her.

"Well, you two. I trust that you will behave yourselves since you're under my roof," Billy told them, eyeing the teenagers suspiciously. "And don't start getting used to these sleepovers. This is only because it's already two in the morning and we are all tired."

"Dad," Jacob grumbled. "Just go to bed already."

"Ooh, never thought I'd be shooed away in my own home," the man chuckled. "But I will leave you two. Not because you told me so, but because I am tired. Good night, kids."

"Night, dad."

"Good night, Billy."

Billy rolled away to his bedroom, turning in for the night. He left the couple standing in the living room, a heavy and tense air blowing between them. They had yet to acknowledge everything that had happened between them, much less finally putting it to rest.

"Uh, I'll get you some clothes and you can shower first if you want," Jacob mumbled as he walked into his room before coming out with a folded t-shirt and some sweatpants. "Might be a bit big on you, but it's better than nothing. There're extra towels under the sink."

"Sure," she smiled. "Thanks."

There was still remnant awkwardness between them as they tried to waltz around unspoken words. She locked herself in the bathroom, finally allowing herself to breathe. Fresh start is what she told herself. Over and over again she told herself that they were having a fresh start. As she showered and cleaned away Paul's touch and the thought of him, she had to believe it.

Jacob was who she had always wanted. The boy she had grown up with, the one she had never forgotten. Still, her mind wondered what would have happened if Paul had been the one she had met first. If he had been the boy that was in her mind for the almost sixteen years she had been alive. Maybe she would have been standing in his bathroom instead of Jake's. Maybe she would have been wearing his oversized t-shirt.

"Hey," Jacob called softly from the living room as she opened the bathroom door. "Come here."

(Y/N) walked down the hallway to where he was, a smile stretching on her face as she was met with what Jake had done while she showered.

He had pushed aside the wooden coffee table that lived between the sofas and placed in its stead plush blankets and pillows, a pair of hot chocolate mugs in front of the fireplace. His long, wet hair was plaited back, and he had changed into pajamas. And he was waiting for her.

"What's all this?" (Y/N) smiled.

"I think it's about time we put things to rest already, (Y/N)," he said, patting the pace in front of him. "I don't like fighting with you."

"I don't like it either," she sighed contentedly as she sank into the warmth of his body, his arms wrapping around her. "I like things when they're like this. When we're together and happy."

"I know, and I want it to be like this all the time. But it can't be when I hear you're running around with Paul," he reminded her. His tone was soft, but his words were as snipping as a snake's bite. "I just can't stand the guy and it's embarrassing when it happens in front of the town."

"Jake, I..."

"Don't worry, baby, that's all in the past. As long as you promise not to see him again, (Y/N). I don't want you to fall into his trap."

(Y/N) couldn't remain quiet for long. She knew it would only work to anger him. But how could she promise something she didn't want to do? Something that her gut told her was wrong. "Of course," she lied. "I promise. Paul is a thing from the past."

"That's what I like to hear," he smiled before he turned her head to kiss her. "We need to focus more on us. Focus on our relationship."

"I would love that," she beamed. "I want this to work, Jake. I want us to work."

"Then let's," he smirked.

Jake attached his mouth to her neck, nipping at a spot that took her breath away. His hand held her head back, gripping her jaw. He took in her scent, the warmth of her skin, the sounds from her mouth. All as he imagined...

"Stop, Jake," she said, her voice treading between a moan and a chuckle. "Your dad is literally down the hall."

"He's a heavy sleeper," he chuckled against her skin. "He'll never know."

"No, Jake." She separated from him; a playful grin splayed on her mouth as she turned to face him. "Not here. Not now."

"Ugh, fine," he groaned, falling on his back. "Then, I guess we'll just sleep."

"Yes," she mused, crawling over his body and planting a soft kiss on his lips. "But together."

Jacob wrapped his arms around her and chuckled, positioning both of them comfortably on a blanket and draping another over them. Her body curled into his, his arms wrapped around her waist as he spooned her.

"We'll have to talk about taking things to the next level," he said against her ear, his breath tickling her skin. "I think it might cement everything between us."

"And I think you need to take a breather, Jacob," she chuckled. "We just got to a good place. Let's take things as they go."

"Ugh, fine," he muttered jokingly. "Then, let's just go to sleep."

"Alright, Jake. Good night."

"Night, (Y/N)."

If every night after was like this one, maybe it was the universe's way of telling her that Jake was the one. Laying there, wrapped in his arms, she could let herself believe that the tides were changing. That at the end of the day, Jacob would choose her. Maybe, just maybe.

***

"I can't believe she went home with him," Paul groaned, punching a nearby tree. The way the bark splintered helped ease his anger for a second, but the burning pain inside his chest remained. "I don't know what else I can do to make her understand what a shitty guy he is."

"You know there is," Jared teased. "You could always tell her how you feel and why."

Paul's stoic stare was clear even in the darkness of the night. He knew Jared was right. The more he pursued her without telling her the reason why, the harder it would be to explain his behavior. "You know I can't, dude," he grumbled. "I don't wanna put her in the middle of all of this bull."

"It's not that bad, man," the boy offered. "Look at me and Kim. She knows and nothing has happened to her."

"Yeah, she also liked you before you were a shapeshifting freak," he joked. "And look at Emily. She's forever scarred because didn't have a grasp on what was happening."

"Come on, you know that was an exception, Paul. What happened to her was a very unfortunate accident. But an accident, nonetheless. There's really no reason for you to be running from (Y/N)."

"Look how much shit happened to Bella in so little time, Jared. And it all started when she found out the truth about the Cullens," Paul said. "I don't know what I would do if I made (Y/N) go through any of that because of what I am."

"So you're gonna continue brooding and make our lives miserable? Just tell her, man. Maybe she'll fall in love with you and turn that frown upside down."

Paul picked up a stick and threw it at Jared's head, laughing as the other boy tried to duck but failed to; the piece of wood bouncing off his forehead. "You'll have to put up with me for a lot longer then," he laughed, swallowing the sadness that threatened to overtake him. "I just don't think I have it in me to do that to her. She deserves to be safe and happy."

"Even if it's with Jacob?"

"Unfortunately, that decision is hers to make," he sighed. "I just wish she didn't have to get hurt in the process."

Jared remained quiet for a second. He stared as his pack brother paced before him, his mind too quiet aside for the sporadic image of (Y/N). But even if he didn't say it, he could feel Paul's sadness. He could feel the tug in his chest that called him to go to her. He had felt it too. Every time Kim had to go to a family dinner or visit family out of state, he felt like someone had taken his heart off his chest and sent it away.

But (Y/N) was so close. All he had to do was have one tough conversation and he could soften the grasp of the claws that covered his heart. "What are you so afraid of, Paul?" Jared finally said. "I know you say you don't want to hurt her and all that, but there's something else. Isn't there?"

Paul stared at his friend, wondering if he was that transparent. "I've never been a, uh, a relationship guy. Haven't had the best role models," he confessed. "I guess I think that if I let myself get close to her, I won't be able to handle when she inevitably goes. Because at the end of the day, everyone leaves."

"Not everyone, Paul. We're still here."

"Because you have to be," he shrugged. "If you had the chance to go, you would take it. And don't try denying it."

"Come on, man. You're my friend. More than that, you're my brother," Jared reassured. "But, sure, if I had the chance to leave the rez one day, I would take it. But that doesn't mean I would leave my friends behind. Much less, family."

"Jared, we wouldn't have even spoken to each other had it not been because of the shift. I'm not that delusional to think otherwise."

"Regardless of how or why it happened, life brought us together, Paul. And whether you like it or not, you're my brother now," the boy smiled, draping his arm over Paul's shoulders. "Now, you need to let that girl prove that she would stick by you as well. And it starts by having that difficult conversation you're so scared to have. She's desperate for a reason, dude. All you have to do is tell her."

"She's going to think I'm crazy, J. That I'm making up stories to get her away from Jake," Paul whined. "Why would she believe that there are shapeshifting wolves roaming around the reservation protecting humans from threats? And what if she goes to her sister with the story? Then Bella will know about vampires and shapeshifters, and it'll just add more shit on top of the mess we're dealing with."

"How about you stop overthinking yourself into the ground and finally grow some balls?" Jared teased. "Don't think of what might happen and live in the moment. I know last year's Paul would've had the courage to ask her out. Jacob or no Jacob."

"I technically already asked her out once, and it ended up with me, by myself, in the diner," he reminded his friend, red flooding his cheeks as he recalled the embarrassing moment. "This is not just about inviting the prettiest girl in school to the prom. This is about telling someone that everything they had believed is not real. It's telling her that it doesn't matter what she might have wanted, that something out in the universe decided that we are bonded for life. It's telling a girl like her that she's stuck with a guy like me."

"Man, I can't keep trying to convince you that you are a good guy," Jared sighed. "I'm not saying you're the gods' gift to mankind. Certainly not the you from a year ago. But you're not that guy anymore. You're not even the same guy from six months ago. So, it's time to pick yourself up and do what you have to do. Stop moping about this and do something."

***

(Y/N) woke up with warm arms wrapped around her and a pang in her chest she didn't understand. She was supposed to feel happy. She was supposed to wake up that New Year's Day with an overwhelming amount of joy and the sense that things were finally on the right path. Instead, there was an aching void in her heart that was trying to eat at her insides.

It was the same void that had started festering since that fateful night at the bonfire. The one that seemed to calm whenever the fluke was around. The one that called out his name and she had let go on deaf ears.

That pang filled her with guilt. As she lay in Jacob's arms, she felt guilty that her head was thinking of another guy. And it was a guy she barely knew. A boy that she had no business thinking about, much less dreaming about.

But she couldn't help it. She couldn't forget the softness of his hands against her skin, the brightness of his smile as he looked at her, the glimmer in his eyes when he listened to her. She couldn't get him out of her head.

And as if by divine intervention, the very constant thought appeared in Jacob's window. He knocked softly, motioning for her to go outside. (Y/N) couldn't believe he was there, much less that Jacob had yet to wake up. But what was harder to fathom was the fact that she was tiptoeing to the front door dragging a blanket with her.

"What are you doing here, Paul?" (Y/N) said as she closed the door behind her, wrapping the fabric tighter around her body. "If Jacob sees you here, he'll kill you."

"I thought I was supposed to be playing nice with him," he grinned teasingly. "What if I was here to extend a truce?"

"It wouldn't have mattered because he made me promise him that I wouldn't see you again," she whispered. "So, imagine what he will do if he sees you here right now."

"And did you?"

"What? Did I what?"

"Did you promise him, (Y/N)?" Paul asked sadly. "Is this your way of telling me that you're cutting ties with me?"

"No, of course not," she quickly replied. "I mean, I did promise him. But I never intended to keep it. I would just find a way to keep you two separate."

"So, what? I'd just be your dirty little secret?" he replied, anger clear in his tone. "Yeah, no, thanks. I'd rather take my chances with other friendships."

"What did you want me to say, Paul? Did you want me to tell my jealous boyfriend that I wanted to maintain a friendship with the one guy he seems to despise more than anything?" (Y/N) spoke through gritted teeth. "Would you have wanted me to tell Jake that I wanted to spend time with a guy he was close to dragging into the middle of town and beating the living daylights out of him? Sure, that would have ended great for me."

"Why would you wanna be with a guy like that, (Y/N)? If you're that afraid of his reaction over something as small as a friendship, what do you think will happen if something bigger happens?"

"He only reacts that way with you, and I don't get why," she sighed. "And I wanna be with him because I... because... because I..."

"Why, (Y/N)? Tell me!"

"Because I love him, Paul," she cried, shame cracking her voice. "I've been waiting for this chance for the better part of my life. I've been in love with him for as long as I've known what it was. And he wants me back, Paul. He wants me. And I'm not giving up at the first sign of hardship. So, if you really want to be my friend then you're gonna have to live with that."

"What if I don't?" Paul grumbled, his voice low and hurt. He got closer to her. So close she could feel how warm his body was, even through the blanket. "What if I can't stand around and watch as he mistreats you? Someone that loves you would never treat you like that."

"Don't make this harder than it already is, Paul," she whispered, warm tears falling down her cheeks. "For some reason I want you in my life. But I won't screw up what I just started with Jacob for a friend."

"I just don't wanna see you like this," he said, wiping away the tears with the pad of his thumbs. "You deserve to be happy, but not when it has rules and regulations like this. You should be allowed to still be yourself when you're in a relationship."

"Paul..."

"Listen, (Y/N)," he sighed. "I can't tell you what to do, nor would I want to. But I can't just watch in the sidelines as he treats you like shit when you deserve someone that will worship the ground you walk on."

"What are you saying, Paul?" (Y/N) croaked. "Are you saying you won't be my friend if I stay with Jacob?"

"(Y/N), I'm saying that I won't keep quiet if he keeps mistreating you."

"He doesn't," she said, but she knew it wasn't convincing. She didn't even believe it herself. "He just... he's just passionate, I guess."

"Then can you promise me something?" Paul sighed, his eyes glossing with tears. "If he ever –and I mean ever—gets physical with you, even as much as lifts his hand at you, you will tell me. The second it happens, you call me."

"I don't think it'll come to that," she forced a smile. "He would never put his hands on me."

"Just, please, (Y/N). Promise me and don't lie to me."

"Alright," she said, looking straight into the brown of his eyes. "I promise, Paul."

"I'll make sure you're always safe," he promised. His hand had not fallen from her face, his thumb caressing over her cheekbone. "No one is going to hurt you, (Y/N)."

(Y/N) had no idea why, but she believed every word he said. So, she promised. And, unlike with Jacob, she intended to keep it.

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[thestarlightforge]

TBOSAS Meta

This started as a couple-paragraphs-long Everlark & Coryo x Lucy Gray rant. It turned into an essay on the politics of systemic oppression and how we illustrate it in fiction, with The Hunger Games and Ballad as case studies. Regardless, I hope others enjoy, lol. This is where my brain lives, now, as I expect it will the rest of 2023. Cheers!

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It’s been interesting, the last few days, some of the discourse that’s popped up around TBOSAS. FASCINATING political discussions, as I’ve come to expect for a Suzanne Collins release. (#1 in my heart.)

Personally, I always separate books vs. movie canon with her franchise. With the OG Hunger Games, sometimes I felt the films were better—like she got another pass at it and REALLY took advantage, and utilized the hell out of taking it out of Katniss’s first-person POV to develop other characters and the world (still without detracting from her narrative)—while for some details, I preferred the books.

With TBOSAS, though, the book and movie feel almost entirely different to me.

There are MANY shared elements, of course, and I feel either version gels quite nicely with the OG franchise. It’s not even that there’s that many continuity differences—some things cut or altered for time, sure, but the bones of the plot are the same. Both illustrate astute political commentary, Coriolanus’s descent into madness, Tigris’s shift in position on him (foreshadowing her full turn by Mockingjay), and Lucy Gray’s role in his life in both his initial downfall and his defeat by Katniss. The actors and creative team all did BEAUTIFUL work bringing it to life, and I honestly love both versions.

But fans who mainly like the book may be frustrated by the sympathy Coryo garners in the film.

Normally, I’d say this is because the book reveals more internal monologue—and it does. But honestly, one of the things I was most impressed by in this film was how legible the actors’ internal monologues were. It was clear, the amount of work they all did to that end. So I don’t know that it is just more. I think it’s also different.

Book Coriolanus devolves much earlier and more obviously. He starts from the same pressed circumstances and has moments of goodness, but he becomes the villain we know him eventually to be pretty damn fast.

Film-Coriolanus has a much slower descent. Ironic, honestly, given the film has far less time than the book does.

I think as a result of this, I’ve seen discourse comparing beats in his relationship with Lucy Gray to Katniss and Peeta. For example, that beautifully shot/choreographed/performed scene in TBOSAS with him and Lucy Gray on either side of the fence after the bombings that night, where they almost kiss and he asks her, “Is this real? If I’m going to risk everything?” being compared to Peeta’s long game of “real or not real” throughout Mockingjay. Everlark folks (rightfully) pointing out that for Peeta, the refrain is about shared trauma, especially between him and Katniss, and both of them grounding their relationship in mutual trust—while asserting that for Coryo, the same refrain comes from a place of selfishness.

I get where this opinion comes from: President Snow is probably one of the most violent, sadistic, genocidal dictators in modern popular fiction. His relationship with Lucy Gray started as transactional—even more acutely in the book. Nearly everything Book-Coryo does is for his or his family’s personal gain.

But to me, half the beauty and tragedy of the film is this delicious possibility—the hope—they showed us.

THG has always had a strong anti-war philosophy in general, with through-line commentary on showmanship, propaganda, surveillance and performance: The recurrent themes of cameras always bring on them, the arenas and entirety of Panem being a stage/game—and how those things impact authentic human relationships. Everlark hit for so many because of the ways authenticity bloomed out of that hellish, contrived pit. Coriolanus and Lucy Gray’s relationship started out similarly contrived: Thrown together by the politics of the Academy, the uprising, the districts, the Capitol and the Games—helping one another survive. Largely unlike Katniss and Peeta, they both played the game intentionally, to varying degrees. (Personality wise, these four really have almost nothing in common, lol.) Lucy Gray is a good person, both in the end and from her start (unlike the terrorist Coriolanus becomes). But she is a performer. He’s right about that.

So honestly, I don’t see much purpose in reading Peeta’s question as valid while Coryo’s wasn’t. I think that judgment is colored by dramatic irony—us knowing who they each become. But in theatre, we talk about living honestly in imagined circumstances. It’s used in a lot of acting techniques, but particularly for people playing villains. To stay grounded in the truth of it, you have to believe honestly in the imagined moment, not the gestalt; Leslie Odom Jr. was a great Aaron Burr because every performance, he believed in the whole journey, from hope to ruin. Tom Blythe was a great Coryo because he invested in the earnest reality of Snow as a young man, not the devil we know he becomes. And at that point in the story, at the cages that night with Lucy Gray, Coriolanus was honestly grounded in similar struggles as our OG heroes: Trying to provide for and protect his starving family. His family (and the Capitol at large) reeks of privilege, and his prejudices were obviously flawed. But in his developing love for her, he was steeped in starvation, the same political forces as lashed all citizens of Panem, and was clawing his way from beneath just as much Capitol propaganda as people from the Districts—perhaps even more so, given his Grandma’am and how his father died. Because of their given circumstances, politics bled into everything—but eventually, so did feeling, and they had several moments of genuine bonding, trust and connection which the actors invested in beyond their political need for each other. There’s a constant push and pull: Holding hands at the zoo for the cameras was political; her reaching for his hand in the arena visit was less so. The first “Stop treating me like I’ve already lost” in front of everyone was wit-soaked survival, while “Please don’t let me die in that arena tomorrow,” near-whispered and with hands held between them where the camera would struggle to see, bled into real vulnerability. Saving him from the other tributes in the cage-ride to the zoo was about survival; risking her life to go back for him when the arena was bombed was at least a mix. Her motivations for singing in her interview are complex—perhaps guilt that a “rebel” attack nearly killed Coriolanus, his advice she’d get the most money that way—but I feel strongly that a non-zero amount of her was motivated by wanting to demonstrate that she trusts him, which for her is even higher-prized than love. And I also feel that, after the hospital and her “final performance”—leading up to their near-kiss at the zoo—Coriolanus scoped out the arena (and ultimately took all those risks to help her cheat the Games) both because he wanted the Plinth prize, in theory, and because he increasingly desperately wanted her to live.

The waters between them were thoroughly, legitimately muddied—which I believe was intentional, that constant tension between authenticity and politics. And as much as he was falling for her, Coriolanus saw that Lucy Gray was just as clever and good at crowd-work as he was—maybe better.

So to circle all the way back to this Everlark comparison: Given the absurdly multilayered situation, is it really that selfish or unreasonable he would check in with her during that moment through the fence? That this child—wrapped in oppressive patriarchy, violence, starvation and propaganda—would ask for reassurance before he was willing to be vulnerable, or to potentially risk his family’s lives?

Some artists are hesitant to engage with the humanity of “villains,” their origins, because they feel humanizing them excuses them. In real life, I get this: Second chances aren’t always the answer, and people need to be held accountable. But isn’t it more powerful storytelling to demonstrate the corrosive nature of all systems of oppression in our fiction, to show how they can corrupt even those who try, than to condemn people before they’ve even had a chance? Isn’t the beauty of Lucy Gray’s whole thing that everyone starts out good, and it’s our job to choose to stay on the right side of that line?

And when President Coriolanus Snow finally chokes on his last rose, wouldn’t it be a more satisfying victory if we imagined him as a real-feeling person—full owner of sixty years of horrifying choices—rather than a cartoonishly evil cardboard cutout?

Book-Coryo has a more obviously manipulative/evil streak, much earlier on. To make it plain: He’s an ass, and his “love” for her reads more like obsession. But my favorite aspect of the film (and I feel one of the most compelling) was how it illustrated that these systems of oppression can make tragedies of almost anyone: All but those at the very, very top. Suzanne’s anti-capitalist politicking—how classism turns everyone below the 1% against each other, where the “upper middle class” (doctors/lawyers/actors) is vilified to the poor as a red herring while a handful of robber-baron CEOs amass almost all wealth on the planet—strikes again. She, Francis Lawrence, the film’s creative team and these actors came together to put tragically human faces on that struggle—how hard it is to stay a good person amidst intense, violent, systemic oppression.

But none of that sings quite as true if you go into it having decided that Coriolanus was evil in his bones. The stakes are so much higher, richer, otherwise. If his love—for Tigris, for his family, for Sejanus, and yes, for Lucy Gray—was, or became, authentic.

It’s not a descent into madness if he’s already mad. Or, as he put it in the original Hunger Games film: “Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear.”

[eclipixels]

I Didn't Sabotage Your Project

Summary: Short smut, academic rivals

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"You wanted to talk to me?" The blonde haired boy spoke, avoiding eye contact. His behavior made it seem as if he was too good to be wasting his time on you. You had asked him to meet with you earlier, and he reluctantly agreed.

"Yeah, did you sabotage my project with my tribute? Dr. Gaul specifically trusted me with those files!" You sputtered out, unable to contain your rage.

"Your tribute isn't worth my time, considering how poorly they performed. And perhaps I did sabotage your project, but that's because I saw potential in someone else. You clearly didn't deserve it," Snow says, his voice dripping with contempt.

"Are you serious? You have no right to be saying that. Take that back." You shouted, and you swear your skin was probably boiling at this point.

"I won't. Your inability to handle criticism and your constant need for attention are your downfall, not any sabotage on my part. You're simply not cut out for this world, little one." He spoke harshly, satisfied in the rise he was getting out of you.

Your expression completely changed from anger to fluster when you heard the nickname, and suddenly, you started choking up on your words.

"You know, if you're going to have any hope of surviving in this world, you'll need to learn to control your emotions better," Snow says coolly. "And trust me, no one here wants to hear your whining."

"Oh you stupid little pale skinned dumb haired loathsome evil roach!" You snapped, your hands in fists and your knuckles turning white.

Coriolanus's eyes widen slightly at your outburst, but he doesn't back down. Instead, he leans in closer, his face just inches from yours. "I may be loathsome, but at least I'm not as bitter and an angry bitch as you seem to be,"

"did you just call me a bitch?" You gasp.

"I did," he speaks, his gaze never leaving yours. There's an undercurrent of anger and want that seems to pulse between them.

"I swear to fucking God, Coriolanus.." you seeth and take a step closer, your chests touching

"And what do you swear to do? We both know you're not capable of whatever you're thinking." Coriolanus challenges, his heart racing now. He's not sure why he provokes you so much or why he finds it thrilling.

"I'll literally kill you." You mutter, sure that a vein is probably popping in your head.

He leans in even further, bodies pressed together. "Is that a threat or a promise?" He asks softly, his breath tickling your ear.

"You wanna find out?" You raise a brow, completely oblivious to your close proximity and the hand that falls on your hips.

"Maybe I do," Coriolanus whispers back, his hand moving up your thigh. The tension between you two is palpable, almost electric.

Suddenly, your lips meet in a rush, teeth scraping against each other.

Coriolanus murmurs something incoherent, his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss. His hand moves up your shirt, exploring your skin as he presses you against the wall.

"I fucking hate you so much" you whisper between kisses

His lips curve into a smirk against yours. "Is that why you're kissing me?" he whispers back, deepening the kiss. His hand slips up your shirt, tracing soft circles on your skin as he pulls you closer.

"Wait, what if someone walks by?" You whisper.

"Then they'll see what they're not supposed to," Coriolanus answers, his voice low and seductive. He leans in closer, his body flush against yours as he nips at your lower lip.

"My room.." He mumbles, opening the door you were pressed up against. He swiftly twirls you inside, lifting you up against it. Your legs wrap around him instinctively as he continues to suck the skin around your neck and collarbone.

"Hm, what was that about you hating me?" He spoke into your skin, your breathing still heavy and rapid.

"That I despise you? Yeah, that hasn't changed." You roll your eyes, hands still on the back of his neck and chest. You felt his muscles tense underneath your fingers, and for the first time, he completely stopped. “Watch your mouth.”

You paused, confused, and really took into account the situation you were in.

"Say you're sorry." He cupped your chin between his hand, squishing your cheeks.

"Excuse me?" You furrowed your brows,

You didn’t want to. But also, you couldn’t say it. Not while he was laying wet kisses all over your chest. He bit down on a particularly sensitive patch of skin, and you couldn’t do anything but let out a pathetic moan. He took advantage of that. “Say you’re fucking sorry.”

"I'm sorry, Coryo..." You gave in.

He responded by placing you on his counter top, beginning to take off your uniform. The articles of clothing were discarded somewhere on the floor.

"Hurry up." You impatiently urged as he began to unbuckle his pants. Suddenly, his hands found your throat, "For once in your life, shut up."

You complied, but only because the pleasure left you unable to speak. His fingers dipped into your underwear, sticking themselves inside you.

“You're so wet for me.” He made you feel drunk on his touch and you wanted more. All you could do was nod, the pleasure leaving you unable to speak.

You palmed him through his pants, began undoing his pants properly as you got on your knees, “I want it.”

"Course you do.” he gripped your hair and made you look up at him. He let you pull down his boxers as you kissed the tip ever so gently. His eyes never left yours as you continued to softly taste the sweet precum.

“Don’t be a fucking tease.” He groaned before gripping you by your hair and slowly starting to fuck himself into your mouth.

“Look at that.” he started, “You’re not so tough when you're choking on my cock.”

“So quiet and pretty.” He continued on as tears brimmed your eyes.

“I should’ve done this sooner.” He gave in to the pleasure. "Don't you agree?"

You could only nod as saliva gathered around your mouth and the base of his cock. You felt the back of your throat being bruised with each thrust into your mouth. At some point, he just let go and allowed you to do the job, watching intensely as you did your best to take him all in on your own.

He ran a hand through your hair, a gentle contrast. The feeling of shame and embarrassment of having Coriolanus Snow stuff your face with his dick was growing smaller as the feeling of pleasure rose high.

The wetness and aching between your legs grew, but no matter how much you rubbed your thighs together for some sort of relief, you couldn't find it. You were beginning to wish you had just shut up and let him go through with whatever original plan he had in head when he first placed you on his countertop. But, you just had to run your mouth, and you were facing the consequences.

Finally, you felt his cock start to spasm a little in your mouth, accompanied by the groans and soft whimpers that left his mouth. You knew he was close, especially with his hand that found itself tangled back in your hair as he slowly took back control.

"Come in my mouth" You managed to say, eyes lidded and hair extremely tangled.

"Was already planning on that." He spoke in a disgruntled tone.

Thick ropes of milky liquid filled up your mouth as Coryo slowed down the movement of his hips. He slowly pulled out and watched as you stuck your tongue, the last dribbles of his cum falling onto it.

Before he could even tell you to, you swallowed it. Something in him snapped that moment, maybe it was the fucked out look you had or the submissive position you were in at the moment, or maybe even a combination of both. But knew that he didn't want anyone except for him to have the privilege of having you like this.

Something changed in you, too. You started to reevaluate every single interaction you've ever had with him. Was he always his hot? Did you always want him this much? Was this a one-time thing? Your thoughts were interrupted, though.

"By the way," you heard him speak, your mind still in a lustful haze as he continued, "I did not sabotage your project."

[the-princess-of-loki]

Attraction

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, graphic description of smut.

I stood before the big mirror in Loki and mine’s extravagantly huge dressing room. I made sure Loki wasn’t in our chambers in the palace before I took a deep breath and took off my dark green satin robe. I looked at my reflex dreadfully and let out a little huff. An involuntary pout formed on my lips as I took in the new details on my skin. I knew, theoretically and logically, that pregnancy changed a woman’s body. But knowing and seeing were definitely different. I couldn’t help touching my new white stretch marks on my enlarged breasts and belly, my pouting increasing almost naturally. I didn’t dare to turn around and take a look at my ass and my thighs. No, the front view was a downfall enough to even consider adding more.

“My dear?” Loki called me while entering the dressing room. I shrieked and immediately covered myself with my robe at the look and voice of my handsome husband in his sexy leather green, black and brown armour. He laughed softly at my reaction. “Why are you covering yourself, princess? There is not an inch of your beautiful body that I haven’t kissed, licked, sucked, bitten, worshipped, devoured…” He smirked at me, taking a step closer with his green eyes lust-filled.

“Not like it is right now,” I murmured under my breath, taking my gaze away from him for a moment.

“What’s the matter, my princess?” I could hear Loki’s worry even when I wasn’t looking at him. I took a deep breath and faked a smile as I looked back at him.

Why does he have to be so handsome?

“Nothing, love. Could you please leave the dressing room so I can get dressed?” Loki crossed his arms on his chest, still looking at me with worry in his beautiful features.

“Do not try to trick the trickster,” he warned. I sighed and looked down at my feet again. My lower lip trembled, so I bit it down to try and stop it. Loki closed the distance between us with a long step. He delicately grabbed my chin and made me look up at his emerald-like eyes. Worry kept clouding his handsome features, and I felt my eyes filling with tears, although I fought hard for them not to fall out. “My wonderful princess, why don’t you trust me with your bothering thoughts? Since our son was born, you’ve been acting distant and cold… Have I done or said something to upset you, my dear?”

“No!” I gasped immediately. I couldn’t let him blame himself for my insecurities. “No, Loki, you’ve been the best husband I could ever imagined. Please, do not think for one second that any of this is your fault.”

“Then, tell me, my love. What is wrong?” I took a deep breath before answering.

“I am feeling…self-conscious since our son was born,” I admitted, trying to avoid his gaze and failing. “My body has changed and…you are always so handsome… I…” I had to stop talking as a lump formed in my throat. Loki smiled sweetly at me.

“My beautiful princess, you are as wonderful as the day we met. No, that is not right. You are even more wonderful now,” he left a sweet kiss on my forehead before he looked down at me again. “What your body did- growing, nurturing and delivering our son: that is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen in all my 1058 years of life. Those scars and marks you’re so ashamed of are the living proof of your awesomeness.”

“Loki, I…” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I appreciate your kind words, but-”

“Oh, you don’t believe me, princess,” Loki interrupted me with a smirk. Then, he lifted me, causing me to let out a small shriek of surprise. He started to walk with me in his arms towards our bed.

“What are you doing, Loki?” I asked, trying in vain to keep my robe on. He had decided its place was on the floor since he started to carry me. Loki left me carefully on the bed, still smirking as he stood up before me, unclasping his cape.

“Since you don’t believe in my words, I am going to show you just how much I mean them, my dear, beloved, beautiful princess.” Loki kept smirking and he kept undressing while speaking.

Once he was fully naked in front of me, he laid down on top of me, resting his weight on one arm as he caressed the side of my body with his free hand. I shivered involuntarily at his touch and he left a trail of goosebumps where his hand travelled on my skin. We hadn’t been this intimate since a lot before our son was born, so each movement, caress, kiss and even breath felt like the first time. I even felt the same butterflies in my belly as Loki’s emerald eyes looked at mine with devotion filling them.

Loki moved his face closer and closer to mine very slowly, at the same time his hand kept caressing my naked body almost lazily. He captured my lips with his in a loving but passionate and hungry kiss. I moaned against his lips as soon as they got into contact with mine at the same time he let out a throaty groan. We hadn’t kissed like this since I was on my second trimester of pregnancy, six month ago.

Gods, I missed him. I haven’t realised how much, but I missed my husband terribly. It wasn’t like Loki hadn’t been present during my pregnancy. Quite the contrary: he’d been there for me every step of the way, always making sure I was comfortable, happy, safe and loved. But, of course, after the sixth month of pregnancy, I had grown so big that the healers in the palace had all recommended I moved little to nothing. After all, nobody could be sure that the half-Jotun growing quickly inside me wouldn’t want to come out before we were expecting him to. Thus, Loki and I had been very careful and haven’t shared more than a peck here and there.

Being kissed by Loki with his usual hunger, desire, lust, adoration, love and devotion was something else on so many levels that it was difficult to put into words. His thin lips moved against mine feverishly, letting his tongue inside my mouth, dancing sensually with mine. I felt my heart beating faster with each of his tongue movements, my breath getting heavier as the seconds passed by. His large and capable hand moved down, slowly caressing my skin from my hip to my thigh. Loki purposefully traced each one of my white stretch marks there with the tip of his fingers, almost reverently, before he moved my leg softly to the side so he could accommodate comfortably in between my legs. I could feel his hard, throbbing member on my lower belly and just that got me letting out a soft moan. He moved his lips from mine, going down my chin, up my jawline until he met my ear.

“Let me worship you like you deserve, my divine, wonderful and gorgeous princess,” he whispered in that sultry voice of his before he nibbled my earlobe.

A gasp and a small moan/whimper were all that I managed as a response. Loki bit down my neck, leaving an ownership mark there as he liked doing every single time we made love. His lips moved down my collarbone and his green eyes looked straight into my eyes as he sweetly kissed every stretch mark on my breasts. He was, indeed, worshipping me. He gave the same treatment to every mark on my body that my pregnancy had left, both in my front and in my backside.

Once he was satisfied with his work, Loki gently cupped one of my breasts in his hand. Then, he lowered his mouth to my nipple, gently sucking the hardening bud. I moaned as I felt a shock of pleasure going from my nipple straight to my core. I let out a surprised gasp as I opened my eyes and saw him drinking my milk, just like our son does every few hours. Of course, Loki’s touch and mouth around my nipple were completely different and had other effects on me. Loki licked his lips, his green eyes shining with mischief and a small smirk on his lips.

“Mmmm…delicious. Everything that comes out of you is simply exquisite,” he hummed and continued smirking.

I was, as always, speechless and completely fascinated by my husband. And he knew it. Loki shifted a little his position on top of me so he was able to caress my body down to my very core. I could feel his hard, leaking pre-cum member on my thigh, making my body shiver with need. Loki teased my entrance with his fingers, rubbing my clit with his thumb until I was a shivering, panting, needy mess below him. He then licked his fingers with my juices on them, making the same appreciative hum he had made when tasting my breast milk.

“You are always ready for me, aren’t you, my sweet, delicious, princess?” Loki asked with a smirk, obviously knowing the answer. But he always wanted my express consent, ever since the first time.

“Yes, Loki. Please, take me,” I half asked and half begged, surrounding him with my arms in a tight embrace. Loki grunted a little in pleasure at my plea.

“As you wish, princess,” he whispered in my ear.

In one swift movement, he thrust inside me, filling me with his big, hard, throbbing member completely. I let out a gasp followed by a moan as soon as I felt him. I moved my legs up, crossing my ankles behind his back as Loki grabbed both my thighs to help me keep my legs up. He looked straight into my eyes as he pulled himself out of me and then thrust inside with full force again. As I had my legs up, he could go deeper inside me, hitting my sweet spot with each thrust. I moaned his name as he sped up, forcing my eyes to stay open and look into his green ones, now darkened with desired as he looked back at me. His thrust became faster and wilder as the moments passed by, our chambers filled with sex smell and the lewd sound of skin meeting skin.

Loki collapsed on top of me as we both reached our climaxes together. I hung to his back as if my life depended on it as I finally allowed my eyes to close. I nuzzled my nose into his neck, basking in his beautiful scent. How this wonderful being had chosen me out of all the options he had was beyond my understanding.

“You are the most precious, divine and beautiful creature in all the realms, princess. Never doubt it again.” Loki whispered, his voice, usually controlled, was no hoarse because of our lovemaking.And after hearing those words, my heart melted. Again.

[heyitsmeyourfavoritechick]

⋆♱ 🕸 Scorpio observation 🕸 ♱⋆

𖤐 Pluto in scorpio had a rise between 1985-1995 of test-tube babies (my bf born in 87 was a test tube baby himself and had a surrogate mom.)

𖤐 1984 AIDS was discovered and announced by the health services.

𖤐 1987 the first heart-lung transplant and successful surgical operation of a separation of twins.

𖤐 1983 mobile genetic elements was discovered by Barbra’s McClintock (her moon is in Scorpio.)

𖤐 Scorpio has extreme intense emotions that aren’t for the faint of heart (aka air signs) only other water signs can hang and earth signs are they’re safe heaven.

𖤐 They’re emotions are the underbelly of the moon if we’re looking at all the water signs as a whole. But they hide it well keeping they’re true feelings hidden from everyone and everything.

𖤐 Like the shell of a scorpion they can bend and almost go flat and you could never shift them if they’re character. You could never fold them.

𖤐 Scorpio are ruthless about getting they’re “own” way.

𖤐 Usually moon in scorpio have a square face. At times scorpio are know to have direct eye contact and intense eyes, very piercing. Defined sharp face features, high nose or cheekbones, strong eyebrows or defined brows. Hair usually straight or dark.

𖤐 If a Scorpio women hair is normally dark and if she goes blonde, watch tf out, she WILL eat your heart out.

𖤐 Known for the intensity of their eyes but if they have a crush on someone they can’t look at them fully, but if they’re in the same room as them they take looks at they’re crush all the time. (Trust me, we notice as the crush)

𖤐 If your Saturn is in Scorpio you are a force of personality and you can easily control other to “join your side” and the the “leader” of your own team/group. (Very cultish of you.) but you can only unlock this if you stop being shy and gain confidence, break all those internal walls and show people what you’re all about!! (I’m routing for you!)

𖤐 But within Saturn in Scorpio this placement can create love affairs or affairs in general, scandals and tons of secrets you keep or other keep of you.

𖤐 Don’t be surprised if you had rumors or gossip about you at one point. (The talk of the group chat)

𖤐 You attract secret love affairs that are prone to your downfall and with backstab you or betray you at some point.

𖤐 When they were young they had some kind of health problem or visit the ER once in they’re life or maybe had a near life death experience.

𖤐 I don’t know why a Scorpio feels so alone with a lot of people want to be with them, or be them or be on top of them (;

𖤐 Without them there wouldn’t be pain there would be the feeling of sorrow, they feel what we don’t want to feel. And that within itself is powerful.

[jammingjaem]

dream store

13. my broken melodies

PAIRING | lee haechan x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS | rising up in the music industry as a young songwriter and producer, you wouldn’t think that you’d get hired by sm entertainment and write a song for your favorite group. although there was one downfall: you don’t think making music makes you happy anymore. but the endearing and charismatic lee haechan has swept you off of your feet. and here you’re asking yourself— what are you waiting for in life?

y/n heard footsteps coming up to her, so she closed her eyes and took an internal deep breath before sighing. she opened her eyes, looking away from her phone and looking up to see lee haechan standing there with two cups of coffee from tiffin. the nct member gave her a hopeful smile as he watches her stand up and she met his gaze, her expression a mix of disappointment and frustration.

“do you hate me?” she blurted out, her voice tinged with hurt. “i trusted you with my dilemma. why would you betray me?”

haechan’s smile faltered at her question, his own guilt evident in his expression. “can you get your coffee first?” he tried to lighten the mood, but y/n wasn’t having it. she snatched the cup from his hand and thrust his journal at him.

“i’m giving you five minutes to talk and apologize, lee donghyuck,” she stated firmly.

haechan’s shoulders slumped as he took the journal, his gaze dropping to the ground momentarily before meeting hers again. “i... i was going to tell you in the beginning that i did read your diary,” he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. “but you looked so happy seeing it clean, untouched, and i didn’t want to wipe that smile off your face. and then you asked if we could hang out...”

y/n’s frown deepened at his explanation. “you could’ve told me the truth then and there, haechan,” she said softly. “i would’ve let you read my diary more if you just told me.” she shook her head, struggling to understand his actions. “but you started to write about my diary entries? why?”

haechan took a deep breath, steeling himself to explain. “when you told me about how you don’t have a passion for music anymore and how you’re not happy, i wanted to change that,” he began earnestly. “and i realized that using your experiences could help you get back into songwriting. y/n, you’re an amazing writer and an amazing performer. i just... i don’t know what came over me.” he sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “i wanted to surprise you and show you how talented you are from what you’ve written about.”

y/n’s anger began to melt away, replaced by a mix of confusion and gratitude. she hadn’t expected this explanation, nor had she anticipated the depth of haechan's intentions. “i appreciate the sentiment,” she admitted, her tone softer now. “but next time, just talk to me, okay? no secrets. we’re friends, for crying out loud.”

“will you forgive me?” haechan’s voice was filled with desperation as he looked into y/n’s eyes, pleading for absolution.

she sighed, feeling torn between her anger and her understanding of his motives. “i don’t think i can right now," she replied softly. haechan smiled softly at her, “but please, just let nct dream work with you again?” his earnestness tugged at her heartstrings. “i’ll stay away from you, i’ll let the others take over the song— your song.”

“it’s not my song if you’re the one writing it. it’s not fair to you,” y/n mumbled, her gaze fixed on the ground.

haechan chuckled half-heartedly, acknowledging her words. “it’s not fair to you that i used your diary entries,” he admitted, his voice tinged with remorse. they stopped walking in front of a convenience store, the weight of their conversation hanging heavy between them. “i have the melody written down and everything—but things are missing. and i realized that i need you to finish it.” haechan pipes up, looking over to her.

“i can’t finish it if my songwriting brain is broken,” y/n lightly joked, attempting to ease the tension. “with my songwriting and your lyrics and melody... it will be—broken melodies.”

haechan’s eyes lit up with inspiration, and he moved to sit with her at an empty table in front of the store, pulling out his journal. “that’s it,” he murmured, flipping through the pages. “that’ll be the title of our song.”

“my broken melodies joke?” y/n questioned, raising an eyebrow.

he nodded eagerly, a smile spreading across his face. “broken melodies.” the words sounded perfect to him, encapsulating their shared journey of struggles and redemption.

as they sat together, the weight of their misunderstanding began to lift, replaced by a newfound sense of collaboration and understanding.

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[my-my-my]

Could you talk about Aizen"s relationship with Shinji? What he thinks about him? etc

Sure! This ask gave me an itch to reread TBTP because (much to my dismay), I wish we saw Aizen and Shinji interact during TYBW. I hope we see some added content in the anime, but I'm not holding my breath lol.

This is going to be more of a ramble/word dump so I apologize if it's not cohesive!

TW: none!

I'm of the opinion that if there was anyone Aizen wanted to understand him (outside of Urahara), it would have been Shinji. I specifically think about this panel and how interesting it is that Kubo gave Aizen a sad look in his eyes. We don't really see sadness in Aizen, there's only one other scene where I vaguely recall him looking more sad/disappointed (vs him being bored/disappointed).

(This is from Ch -316/TBTP 10)

We know from Shinji's side, he was always wary and somewhat cautious around Aizen. He never trusted him fully and kept him at arms length for everything. On one hand, this leads him to his downfall, but I also read it as Shinji having an immediate gut reaction to not trust Aizen and Shinji could never shake that off. He can be professional with Aizen, but he mentally cannot handle anything beyond that. Something about Aizen felt so fundamentally off to Shinji that he could not get close to him.

So I wonder if this bothered Aizen as well... Aizen is someone who meticulously crafted his persona. He was known to be kind, hardworking and diligent, but something about this persona immediately gave a warning to Shinji.

But I'm not gonna defend Aizen and say he crafted the "perfect" persona - because even he (in a roundabout way) admits he didn't. Even subconscious traits of the "real" Aizen comes through with every interaction Aizen and Shinji would have had with each other, but because of the wall Shinji mentally puts between the two of them, he cannot discern these traits. So while this adds to Aizen's "loneliness complex", it gives him leeway to add in stand-ins with Kyoka Suigetsu. And that's what disappoints Aizen at his core - even his own Captain can't recognize the little things about him.

And this leads me to think that Aizen and Shinji were Lieutenant and Captain for a few centuries at least. We know that at Nanao's graduation from the academy, Aizen was already the Lieutenant of Squad 5:

(Ch. 652/The Theatre Suicide Scene 6)

So yes, Shinji may have had time to "understand" Aizen - but he doesn't. Even at the start of TBTP, Aizen asks Shinji what he's listening to and while Aizen doesn't understand jazz, instead of trying to get to "know" Aizen (even frivously), by asking him "what music do you even listen to then?" he tells him "why did you ask me that then?"

Another thing I noticed is that Aizen (during TBTP) asks a surprising amount of questions (it can be argued though that these are the hypnotized stand-ins asking). He's trying to gain as much knowledge as he can from other people, and Shinji isn't there to answer, or even acknowledge that he's asking questions. It's also "normal" for Aizen to be seen at the library, as Shunsui and the C46 didn't bat an eye at Aizen's alibi. While fundamentally Captain/Lieutenant relationships can really be any sort of dynamic (mentor/mentee, boss and personal assistant), I got the sense that Aizen didn't really "learn" much from Shinji about the ways of Soul Society. Shinji had a tight lip and only shared what needed to be shared likely for work-reasons.

And then there's their shikais! I found it fascinating how both of them have reality-altering shikais. Shinji's shikai being a complete distortion of senses, while Aizen's is subtle manipulation of senses. I don't really have any more to say for that, but I've interpreted this as their way of being honest with people. Shinji's manipulation of senses is very cognizant and deliberate - Shinji is blunt. Aizen's is subtle but traumatizing - you can't trust anything coming from Aizen.

I think though, Shinji's experience with Aizen shaped how he treats his Squad going forward. I have a soft spot for headcanons for how Squad 5 operates post-Aizen's incarceration. Shinji treats Momo much differently than he did with Aizen because he knows what it's like being used and completely victimized by Aizen. There's no point in him being on his guard against someone who was hurt just as badly as he was by Aizen's hand. There is a sense of camaraderie they share in that sense. No one (arguably) "knew" Aizen as much as they did because they worked with him in such close capacity. I'd love to know what lies and truths Aizen shared with them lol.

Sorry again for this ramble, but thank you for this ask! Wish we see/have more Squad 5 content, but alas!

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers Trailer: Initial Observations (FirstKhao Edition)

I'd like to thank Jesus, Buddha, Santa, Thor, whatever holy BL spirits reside above, and all hail our lord and saviour P'Jojo. This exceeded my expectations of what was coming and then some. So here are my initial takeaways from the trailer that blew my head clean off.

General premise goes: By night, Fadel and Bison are assassins for hire, but they only kill who they deem are the 'bad guys' (most likely corrupt politicians, sketchy businessmen and the like). By day they run a seemingly ordinary restaurant. A cop asks tattoo artist Kant for his help is getting these two caught. He agrees on the basis that this will clear his criminal record. In order to keep Fadel distracted from his advances on Bison, Kant convinces his mechanic friend Style to woo him. I expect to see cat-and-mouse, games of deception type plot here which should be really good fun.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS: BISON

Aside from the fact that Bison kills for a living, he actually seems like a sweetheart. He comes across as the more jovial, friendly and optimistic of the two brothers. He has no hesitation in offering to make special accommodations for Kant's dietary preferences. He seems to fondly prod his brother to open up to people, and to allow 'sunshine' into his life.

Fadel says, "Because I'm selective, not easy like you". "In this line of work, don't trust people too easily", a signposted concern that his little brother may struggle on this front. Seems to make a point of warning him to use his head rather than his heart.

Bison also tells Kant that his trust once lost means the person is question may as well be dead to him. If he does tend to trust easily, any betrayal would be understandably much more hurtful in his eyes.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS: KANT

Kant's ulterior motive is what brings him to Bison in the first place. The two supposedly have a one night stand, which leads to Kant falling in love with him. Whilst both parties are hiding who they really are, and what they're really up to, Kant appears increasingly guilty and conflicted by this. "What if I'm not who you think I am. Would you hate me then?" But on the other hand his feelings of guilt go hand in hand with the knowledge that Bison's capture or downfall would be his ticket to get what he wants. A decision that has him trapped. He seems to question whether he should trust Bison and whether that will come back to bite him. "My brother always says, don't trust anyone too easily. Otherwise, you end up being the victim."

It also speaks volumes that a cop would approach Kant with this proposition. It means Kant is clearly very competent at what he does, and has side-hustled as a vigilante before. So Kant must be pretty cunning or smart. For example he appears to knock his knife off the table in the restaurant to test Bison's reflexes.

RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC

There's definitely a connecting theme of secrecy. Their intimacy is kept in secret due to Bison claiming his brother will kill them both if he finds out. Bison is keeping his murderous activities a secret (for obvious reasons). Kant is keeping his investigative activities a secret.

We can obviously expect this to all come to a head when the truth is revealed and identities are fully out in the open. Can Kant accept Bison for what he does and his lifestyle, potentially forgoing the possibility of clearing his record, in order to protect him? Can Bison forgive Kant for hiding his true motives, and trust him again - at the risk of both himself and his brother?

There will be a clear point of convergence between these two, when Bison starts to consider changing his life, if it means staying in Kant's. This echoes how Kant wants to clear his criminal record, perhaps in an attempt to wipe his slate clean so he can finally move on from whatever life he led before. There's a shared vision of moving away from the lifestyles that are bad for us.

OTHER OBSERVATIONS

STYLE / AESTHETICS: One thing P'Jojo knows how to do so well is create a distinct sense of style and atmosphere. This man is a pro at combining the right set design, styling, music and ambience to create a really identifiable flavour that is instantly recognisable. The music in this trailer is a friggin' BOP.

THE EFFING TATTOOS: I will say this till the end of time, but First as Yok was one of my favourite things ever. And seeing First with tattoos again just made me weak in the knees in all the best ways possible.

LEATHER GALORE: Khaotung in leather jackets. That's it. That's my observation. And I was staring. Very appreciatively may I add.

Also, the fact that Khao, who looks noticeably dinky next to the hulking giants of this cast is called Bison. BISON.

[wheezyseeker99]

Cherry Wine

Warnings: teasing, swearing, pda, oral (female receiving), praise, a little bit switchy between dom/sub, unprotected sex (fm)

18+, MDNI

Summary: A wedding reception inspired this one. And Cam’s pov the entire time for a change 🤭 anyways it’s a little fluffy, angsty, and smutty.

I’m standing here looking down at the love of my life in my arms. I think back to when we first met. Her words were sometimes fiery towards me. I can still see the light that burns inside her like the fire that was in front of us on the night I first saw her. Her friends are mine so eventually she got brought out to a party. She was guarded until I opened my mouth and made her mad.

She’s hot when she’s angry, and that was my downfall from the start. I found out easily that I liked to rile her up. I chirped her every opportunity I could. I walked on a wire throughout the beginning of our friendship. It looked ugly, almost like she didn’t like my presence whenever we were around each other, but I saw the glint in her eye that told me everything I needed to know. Her fight showed how much she liked me.

Then I remember when she came to a get-together crying over some jerk that ruined her trust. It sent my body into rage to see her like that. She threw her arms around the closest person to her, which was me. I reminisce how shocked I was to have her in my arms at the time. Her scent intoxicated my senses immediately, the vanilla and lavender mixing together to make my heart beat out of my chest. Even though she always acted like she hated me, I held her, fed her, and drove her home that night. She let me in for the first time and I let myself get carried away.

That was the night I knew I had to tell her. I wanted her. Needed her. Craved her. It seemed like it should’ve been a crime. I’m not around most of the time because of my job and she deserves more than that.

She’s a rarity. She is something so precious, and I wanted to make her mine. I held her hand over the center console in my car. I understood then that it didn’t matter, an open hand or closed fist would be fine as long as it meant I had her.

Once I got her home that same night, she was standing in her doorway and she looked up at me. She kissed me, and then told me I’m hers and she’s mine. I easily melted in her fire.

Her love has been sweet and right and merciful since her lips met mine. It’s been months and I still get washed away each night in the way that she sleeps next to me. The calmness of her breathing sends me into a peaceful sleep that I had never known before. It was worth it to fight with her.

Now we’re here, at our friend’s wedding, slow dancing. My arms around her and her head against my chest. Content. I still like to bring out her fire from time to time, but I like her like this too. The soft, beautiful woman I love. She lifted her head off of me and her dark eyes meet my gaze. Her eyes. They have always been something I love, just like how she loves my blue ones. I can’t pull my stare away from them.

“You’re doing it again Cam,” she whispered while kissing my jaw.

Her lips. They’re so soft against my skin. Such a pretty pink all the time. She rarely wears lipstick, but she wears this cherry flavored gloss that tastes like crack. I go back for more every time I taste it. Her lips overwhelm me and they make me lose my mind. When they’re on my body, trailing all over my skin, it takes everything inside of me not to let go of my control.

I lean down and press my lips against hers. Just as soft as the first time. I opened my mouth and licked at the seam of her mouth until she let me in. I groaned at the way her tongue slid against mine. This will never get old. Every touch of her lips is a gift. My hands that were once on her hips are now on her ass and I tugged her in closer.

“Whoa now you two,” I hear a feminine voice near us and untangle my lips from hers. Alex and Travis are near us, dancing.

“It’s the end of the night for you two,” Travis says and slaps a hand on my back. “Thanks for coming.”

My girl lets me go to give Alex a hug. I crave her warmth back in my arms.

I nod at Travis, “Glad you two are finally married. Shocked you didn’t marry her sooner.”

“She wanted to wait so I waited for her. It was worth it.” Travis is beaming at his wife. There’s something familiar in the way he looks at Alex. It’s like how I look at my girl.

“We’ll see you both back in Philly. Have a good honeymoon,” she smiles while letting go of Alex. She takes my hand and leads me out the door to our rental car. Before she could open the door, I tugged on her arm to face me. I back her against the car and place my lips on hers again in a chaste kiss.

“Your lips taste sweeter than usual.”

She bites my lower lip before pulling away, and I groan against her, “that’s the cherry wine.”

“Tastes a little like your lip gloss, baby.”

I taste her lips again, savoring her. I tried to go slow, I really did, but I couldn’t stop myself. She kissed me back full force, like she wanted to taste me too. Her hands come to the back of my head and tugged my hair to get my lips away from hers.

“Take me to the hotel Cam.”

She reached for the door and opened it before sliding in. I buckled her in her seat and closed the door, then got in on the drivers side. I tried to adjust my pants to hide my hard on, but this woman knows what she did to me. She knows that every touch gives me a reason to be turned on. I know my body is flushed under my clothes. I feel the heat radiating off of me.

I drove with one hand because I pulled her hand over to settle with mine on my knee. I needed to stay tame with my hands. If my hand was on her thigh, I would’ve ended up railing her in the backseat of this rental. If she had her hand on my thigh, I would have came in my pants. Her hand is safe where it is.

Once I pulled the car into valet parking, I handed the keys off and opened her door. We were in the elevator before we knew it. I pressed her back against the back wall and placed my forehead to hers, closing my eyes, “I’m trying so hard to be patient, darling.”

“I can tell Cameron.”

I love it when she says my name. I love it when she gives me nicknames too. She could call me any name under the sun, and I would tell her to call me it again. I open my eyes to meet hers.

This woman is mine. Forever.

I haven’t told her the forever part because I don’t want to scare her just yet. Although, by how she looks at me, she probably won’t say no.

The elevator doors open on our floor and I fish the key out of my pocket before we get to the door. By the time the door closed, I had her against it, kissing her like I could die any second. I’m losing the control I was desperately trying to have. I tugged at the zipper on her dress. It slid down her body and pooled at our feet. She made sexy little gasps as my lips trailed down her neck. Her hands are on my suit jacket, dragging it off my shoulders before her fingers go to undo the buttons on my shirt. Her breath caught when my teeth sunk into a sensitive piece of skin right above her collar bone, and my shirt is discarded not long after. My hands went to her bare breasts, tugging and pinching just the way she loved. She arched into my touch while her hands went to fumble with my belt. She gave up and grasped my dick over my pants.

“Sweetheart please,” I moaned out against her skin. She giggled. God, I love that sound.

“I’m usually the one to beg.”

“You have my dick in a chokehold, baby. I’m at your mercy,” I say. I feel my throat get more gravelly by the second. I pulled my hands away from her to unbuckle my belt for her, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants too.

“I love it when you’re at my mercy.”

“Give me more,” I beg. “Please.”

She takes my hands in hers and drags me over to the bed. I laid her down, dragging my hands down her bare skin. She squirmed a little at my touch. I stood up and looked down at her while I kicked out of my shoes. I discarded my underwear and pants, not letting my eyes leave her. Her eyes dragged down my body. She always loves looking at me undress, I can tell by her face.

“I see that look, sweetheart.”

“And?” She lifts her feet up for me to take off her heels. They made her short legs look longer all night. I slipped them off her feet, placing kisses up her calves. I spread her legs and find the a wet spot on her panties. I hook my fingers into the waistband and pull them off of her.

I groan again and nearly fall to my knees at the sight, “please baby, can you sit on my face?”

“Lay down, sweet boy.”

I obey and lay down. She straddled my mouth and I immediately dive in. I burry my face into her and flick my tongue against her clit. Fuck, she tastes so good. I breathed her in as I move my hands to her hips and pull her further onto my mouth. She calls out my name and I swear I get harder. I didn’t think that could be possible. I want to suffocate between her thighs. This is where I belong. I belong to her.

Her hand reaches down and clutches my hair in her grasp. She’s urging me on. My eyes meet hers when I lick at her entrance, “just like that Cam.”

I bring my fingers to her tight entrance, pushing two in. She whimpered while clenching around my fingers. My tongue circled her clit and her hips ground down onto me.

“Fuck,” she gasped, eyes squeezing closed. “Fuck Cam.”

I pulled my mouth from her for a second, “that’s it. Keep riding, sweetheart.”

Within a few moments, she was writhing against me, chasing her orgasm. The way her tits were bouncing almost made me shoot my load. I know my dick is pulsing and standing at attention without looking at it. I placed my hands on her hips and lifted her off of me, laying her down on the bedspread.

“You’re an animal,” she gasped. I stared down at her body and smirked.

“For you? Always.”

I run my hands up and down her thighs, spreading them. Fucking hell, I could taste her forever, but I could also fuck her forever too. I love taking my time with her. The head of my cock is leaking precum. I dragged my tip up and down her entrance and her hips pushed towards me.

“Stop teasing Cameron,” she demanded. “Need you inside of me. Need you forever.”

My heart and my dick jumped at that. I fed my length into her, and we moaned together. I pushed into her tight, wet pussy and bottomed out. Her arms came to my shoulders and held on.

“So deep,” she moaned.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.”

My body was already pulsing before I could thrust into her. My balls ached with need. I need to cum inside her. I attached my mouth back to hers and she returned it, kissing me back and tugging at the ends of my hair.

That’s my girl.

She rolled her hips and I dropped my head to her shoulder. I kiss up her neck while my brain is short circuiting. So fucking good. So wet, tight, and deep. I gripped the bedsheets before I pull half way out and push back into her. Her pussy clenched around me and I moaned out.

“Your moans are so sexy. Makes me so wet,” she gasped.

I found the rhythm she likes almost immediately, and she’s already squirming. I hit the spot inside of her, and I drive into it over and over. I can feel her muscles flex. I know she’s close again. I need her to cum before me. I feel the heat rise through me so I know I’m going to soon.

“Can’t hold out baby,” I manage to say. “Need to cum inside you.”

“Close,” she mumbles as she brings her lips back to mine. I moan and gasp into her mouth. Pleasure boiled inside of me. I spilled into her when she came. I can’t think or speak, I just continue to kiss her. I stilled my thrusts. I can’t tell if my cock is done emptying in her or not. I’m overstimulated by one orgasm, and only she can do that. It’s like all time has stopped while I’m buried deep inside the woman I love. I nearly collapse on top of her. I roll her over while I’m still inside of her so that she’s on top of me. Her head lays down on my chest and I kiss the top of her head.

“I love you Cam,” she whispered to me.

“I love you too, baby.”

“Gonna stay like this all night.”

“My cum is going to leak out of you as soon as my dick comes out,” I laugh and stroke her hair.

“You’re going to get me pregnant one of these days.”

“Wouldn’t be the end of the world,” I say. “I want forever with you.”

“That’s the orgasm talking,” she lifts her head and places her chin on my chest. We stare at each other.

“It’s not. It’s also not proper to get engaged the night of your friend’s wedding, especially after sex, so let’s save it for later sweetheart.” I place my lips on hers and breathe her in, “need to clean you up and get some sleep.”

She nodded her head and let me wipe her clean. I laid back down and wrapped her in my arms. She fell asleep not long after, her hair fanned out on the pillow and her scent still taking up my senses.

My beautiful girl. I’m hers, and she’s mine.

[sageglitch]

listen i have so many thoughts on the differences between the governing styles brought up by bad, baghera, and gegg in the qsmp debates today so just bear with me okay?

bad is my least favorite of the three. he seems to say numerous times that he wants to simply "get rid of the role of president" and that the government just isn't needed, so they don't need to have it. my problem with this is that the government ALREADY exists. the federation is the one putting on this election, and so by saying you'll just dismantle the role of president and give power to the people, without having any system of keeping power against the government, the federation would be able to simply say "okay we'll just do another election" or even just take easy and total control right there. so i dont think bad's approach would work in anything other than theory because the federation is too unpredictable to assume they would just go along with the idea of no longer having a president (not to mention, leaving the role empty could allow certain people like elquackity to take up the power of the role to "fill the void")

baghera's is my second favorite. her entire idea relies on the concept of a presidential council, with advocates from each language, to ensure that every member of the community is being advocated for. hers is probably the one that would work the best in theory. it allows members of the community to speak up for themselves, and be able to relay it to the federation, likely through baghera herself as she would be taking on the role of president, making her the one to bring the citizen's needs to the federation. the downfall of this plan is the likelihood of the federation to twist baghera's wants and needs, as well as promoting infighting among the council, same as we are seeing with the presidential election itself. this would keep people from trusting baghera, each other, and essentially worsen a lot of the relationships between members of the server because the federation does NOT want what is best for everyone as we've established.

now, gegg. gegg. my favorite approach. anarcho-community. gegg's main approach to the presidential platform is "the federation does not make us feel safe. we are all one (gegg). we need to come up against them as a collective, it is our only chance." gegg's platform heavily relies on the knowledge that the federation cannot be worked with because they are actively harming people already. gegg also knows that they cannot ignore the governing power that the federation has. gegg's concept for president is that all the members need to come together as a collective and not just use it to better create events or things like that, but rather to use the close proximity to the federation the presidential role has and use it to dismantle the system from the inside out. the concept of working with the federation leaves the citizens up for being used like a doormat because the federation would absolutely break the president and citizen's boundaries slowly and slowly over time in order to make the president the federation's puppet, and gegg absolutely knows this. gegg sees through the presidential election as a way to keep the server members from coming together as a collective and going after the federation, just as many members were starting to get more and more frustrated with how they've been treated by the federation. gegg wants to dismantle the systems of government so that bad and baghera's ideas can work because gegg knows that community is the strongest thing they have.

sorry i just really love the philosophical dynamics behind politics that the qsmp brings up, it is SO interesting

[odvunir]

i think the main problem i have with puritan online "callout culture" where if your follower's follower's mutual is called out, rightfully so or not, you might be publicly @'d to either unfollow and condemn them, or to justify why you're "defending" them

i guess it's weird that people never stop to think... what is the endgame here? is the endgame to make it so that person has no friends or followers or peace? cuz what does that do

everyone in the whole world needs people, even when they mess up. especially when they mess up. or are doing something unhealthy. you can't just abandon everyone in your life because they messed up. where would any of us be?

"but they did something bad" even if they did. what's that got to do with you? what prevents you from going "i dont like that" and scrolling past and continuing on with your life? what is your personal stake in the life choices of strangers?

im begging everyone to think much more deeply about the term "reactionary" and what it means to be one in leftist spaces because if we keep permanently excommunicating young gay/trans people for making questionable art, how will they learn and grow and change. does it have to be a sitewide instablock or a giant public shouting match every time? are the people rapidly livetweeting their downfall making healthy life decisions? is there perhaps, nuance between "big name sponsored creator with millions of followers grooming young fans" vs "some random guy with 4 followers having 1 diaperfur pic in his favs"

big name celebs with patterns of abuse need the public discussion because otherwise the victims are swept under the rug. they need to be deplatformed because theyve shown they cant be trusted with an audience

when you shift that culture and mindset towards some random dude, you've just got a harassment campaign

"so i'm just supposed to let pedos and zoos into my spaces" no, i'm saying

the more aggressive you are about keeping your circle morally pure and identical to you, the lonelier we all get.

having a positive interaction with someone who's "morally bankrupt" doesn't demerit you and is in fact normal and healthy human behavior. and you can condemn someone's actions while also being a good friend

[carebooks]

i watched Enola Holmes 2 and i want more but for now enjoy this:

but for now enjoy this:

Eudoria randomly disguised as a chap exploding that mailbox, she's living chaotically and we love to see it

Tewkesbury still going strong for change and progress, we love it

not Sherlock getting thrown out of a bar drunk and Enola runs into him

him getting back up was hilarious

221 Baker Street!! gods, i miss BBC's Sherlock, with John and Mrs. Hudson, and when Greg Lestrade was a good cop compared to this one (though i know nothing of the books Lestrade so who knows all i know is i love Greg to pieces, "Not my division!")

Sherlock drunkenly shushing Enola and falling back on his couch magnificently and just being chaos

all the Holmes' are chaotic, i wonder what Mycroft thinks of his family

"Why have you moved everything?" one paper on top of another paper that wasn't supposed to be on top it

"have you considered a flatmate?" YES JOHN WATSON YES

Enola's been watching Tewkes this entire time oh honey

"Is he looking back?" girl you are NOT being subtle

MORIARTY IS TEASING SHERLOCK WITH THIS DANCE SHIT I LOVE IT AND IM SCARED

IM REWATCHING AND AS SHERLOCK IS PUTTING TOGETHER THAT IT'S A DANCE IN COMES IN MIRA TROY TALKING ABOUT THE DANCING BEING AN ACT OH MY GOD THE PARALLELS

NOT TEWKESBURY BEING MORE INTERESTED IN THE PLANT AND ITS LEAVES INSTEAD OF DANCING OR MINGLING I LOVE IT

HE SNIFFS THE LEAVES

"You're a man when I tell you you're a man" im so glad they brought that back, i loved that line

not gonna lie, i really thought that after Enola gets arrested that Tewkes was gonna bring those hidden letters she gave him to Sherlock or smth but considering they never met before and he never heard Enola speak about him in a trusting way it makes sense the only person he'd trust the papers to would be Enola so he kept them, sounds about right

also, though im happy Sherlock asks for help from Edith and im happy to see Edith again, im quite sad we didn't get a scene between him and Eudoria.

perhaps the third film will center more amongst the entire Holmes family, that'd be an interesting dynamic to see as we've seen Enola sort of against her brothers with Mycroft being the head in charge but with Eudoria in Enola's corner and Sherlock now too the dynamic will be much more enjoyable

glad that Eudoria was aware of how independent Enola has gotten, which isn't a bad thing but when one stays alone too often and doesn't ask for help, it could be their downfall and just lonely in the end. bc its exactly her mother's teaching that's caused her to avoid any sort of companionship (or more) with Tewkesbury

"You escaped jail?!" oh Tewkes you gotta get used to this chaos with Enola, come on boy

Tewkes desperately trying to declare his feelings for Enola whilst she's uncovering the entire mystery

his little groan realizing she's being Enola again with a case

HE LOVES HER

SHE LOVES HIM

THIS MOVIE IS FEEDING US SO WELL

when Enola and Sherlock start fighting only to find it's each other and the just an annoyed, "You." bahahaha, i love it, true siblings right there

i've been wanting a scene with Tewkes and Sherlock for a while now, this movie is delivering well

"The Gods is the top row of the theater. Doesn't everyone know that?" pff i love Tewkes so much, never change little lord, never change

Enola's got the highest-class significant other of her siblings and it's showing

yo, you know what would be simply divine? Tewkes and John just commenting on how the Holmes just blank out and monologue as they figure out the case

i love that for Tewkesbury, in his perspective it was that memory of Enola telling him he's not rid of her yet and that gave him the strength to punch back, we love it

Enola and Tewkes hugging each other and checking each other's injuries and, "You were made to fight," only this time it's Enola telling Tewkes and i love it and i love them

man, their kids are gonna have the weirdest names

MIRA TROY IS MORIARTY I KNEW HER NAME SOUNDED WEIRD I KNEW IT

AND I LOVE HER, SHE'S SO FUN

"Pay what you can," i love that Enola takes on cases for people that need it whilst Sherlock will just occupy himself with the hoity-toity people

i'd love to see the lower class community just come to love Enola, and Sherlock would need her help in getting them to talk bc they know Enola but they don't know Sherlock

TEWKES BROUGHT FLOWERS FOR HER AND THEY'RE GOING OUT TO WALK

Spreading Bellflowers being the flowers metaphor for Enola

"You're a nincompoop,"

"And you're a coward."

they're in love, you're honour

NOT ENOLA SETTING UP HER BROTHER WITH A HANDSOME DOCTOR FOR A FLATMATE DR. JOHN WATSON PLAYED BY HAMISH PATEL BOY I LOVED YOU IN YESTERDAY HOW DARE YOU COME BACK AND INSTALL THESE EMOTIONS IN ME I LOVE IT I LOVE ALL OF IT

[phatcatphergus]

genuine question: when tubbo is building a town based on a joke about homophobia that SURGED from the fact that he was upset about fit and pac being together.... why does tubbo get to be upset when people call him homophobic?

like. legitimately HE hurt his relationship with fit and pac. HE hurt sunny's relationship with ramón. HE put a low price to his friendship and didnt trust his friends when they tried to reassure him or reach out to him before the date.

he keeps causing his own downfall -and is unknowingly causing his daughter's- and meanwhile, tubblings are villanizing literally everyone else while saying he has done nothing to deserve the treatment???

Okay well I think that this goes back to my post about misunderstanding how people understand their characters based on who they watch.

I think the main misunderstanding comes from the fact that he isn’t upset about being called homophobic. It’s the teasing and not picking up on his actual insecurities.  Ill use the joke yesterday as an example, he wasn’t upset that fit called him homophobic, he was upset that fit asked if foolish actually wanted to make a town with him. The homophobia joke went right over his head, because all he heard was fit, asking foolish why he would want to be friends with him.

Also, a lot of the damage between his relationship with fit and pac, and Sunny’s relationship with them comes from the fact that there’s a miscommunication on both sides. Sunny and Tubbo both feel like they aren’t part of the family and things that fit and pac say reinforce this narrative for them. Tubbo lashes out out of deep seeded fear and anxiety but no one sees past the “homophobic” jokey bit because he’s afraid of what people will say if he lets them see the real reason he’s upset. In turn, fit and pac treat him with surface level concern and unintentionally push him further away. Trying to set him up with Fred to cure his “loneliness” just made him think they wanted to pass him along to whoever would take him. They wanted him off their hands.

Also, it really shows that you’ve never been in a friend group or two people start dating because it does come off very differently afterwards.  things that you used to joke about you can’t joke about anymore and it is very two against one feeling even if it’s not intended to be that way. The main reason Tubbo was against fit and pac was because he’s afraid of them leaving him behind and not needing him anymore. I have a lot of posts on this so I’m not going to reiterate what has been said 1 million times, but qtubbos problem has never been people saying he’s homophobic. It’s always been his own insecurities and fears. 

The whole thing with Ramon being upset at Sunny and Tubbo was because it was a very surface level understanding of Tubbo wanting to disrupt the date. I’m not saying that Tubbo should have disrupted the date, but they were definitely much deeper feelings behind it that nobody addressed or understood.  sunny repeatedly talks about how she doesn’t feel like fit and pac don’t see them as part of the family from her own experiences. That’s not to say, Tubbo doesn’t have some influence, but overall it’s her own feelings and experiences that cause her to be uncomfortable with fit and pacs relationship.

Also, tubblings are just like any other fan base in the way that we will defend our creator above anyone else. I’m sure you do the same for yours (or you wouldn’t be in my ask box lmaoooo) and no one really takes time to understand the other side or leave people to make angst on their own. Tw whole thing really boils down to fandoms seeing everything through the eyes of their character. You’re going to see Tubbo being upset at homophobic jokes and causing problems because that’s how fit sees it, we will see Tubbo taking offense to the jokes and jabs because that’s how he sees it.