#AND HE STILL TRIES TO MAKE AMMENDS!!!!

[proteus-no]

You all do know that Jean like Harry and wants him to get better, right? Like, this isn't just a bit for you. Right????

[transformersbrainrot]

Yall ever think about how Megatron must've compared himself to Orion before the war...

Think about it: You're a miner who got arrested and forced to kill for entertainment, and you have all this righteous anger and resentment towards the world that you yell about into the void, and somehow... somehow, your words resonate with this person who is friends with, practically family, to so many of the Senate and the elite he should be everything you despise but somehow when you meet all he can talk about is how much your words mean to him and how what you're saying is important and valuable. He's everything you never were allowed to be. He has the perfect life, and he looks up to you? Do you think it inspired him to try more? I wonder how much sooner Megatron might've snapped if Orion had never been in the picture? Orion thought so highly of him, and I can't imagine Megatron could think of himself the same way. Even with Orion's encouragement, do you think he thought of himself as bad because Orion was so good and they were so different? I don't think he ever figured out what Orion saw in him, and it breaks my heart.

[russellsppttemplates]

No more of this (Lando Norris)

Lando is trying to stop the hurt of loosing you by getting ahead of it and (trying to) leave you first

Note: english is not my first language. It's angsty but has a good ending! ✨️ I took a bit of a gamble with this one, and I'm hoping it is still a good enough piece to read! This was from a request for which I had another idea whilst I was writing this one, so I might work on it if this truly is a bad take on it!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Cw: relationship troubles, miscommunication, anxiety symptoms, alludes to the passing of a family member and consequent inheritances

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog @hiireadstuff @c-losur3

Lando wasn't sure how long he had been in the room on his own, but he knew he didn't have it in him to leave soon.

He thought he wasn't enough, he was too much trouble for anyone around him, that's why no one is there for him right now.

He grabbed his phone and swiped the screen to check if the texts he sent you had gone through, but the lack of an answer from your part was simply that.

Not even Y/N cares about him or what he needs. Maybe he didn't word it in the right away? Surely, Y/N would have replied by now if he had written it down properly and not appeared like a clingy, needy child. Maybe he could send another one, just to make sure it is all alright.

To lovie ✨️

I'm sorry if that was a lot, but I just wanted to know how your day had been! I love you, sweet girl 🧡

There, all better.

The McLaren driver waited for your answer, hoping to make ammends from his previous tries.

Maybe she's busy, she has so much on her plate as well. She can't take care of Lando too. Lando wonders what his girlfriend would do if she knew you felt like this. If she found him lying in a bed, unable to move and startled by the idea of facing the outside? She would leave him right then and there. Y/N can only take so much and she's not going to take this.

The tears that fell went unoticed until they pooled on the pillow cover fabric, wetting it and dampening Lando's cheek and jaw.

The weight on his chest lightened when his phone vibrated.

From lovie ✨️

I'm so sorry, Lan - my phone was on silent because of the meeting with the notary and I forgot to turn it back up 🤦‍♀️

It has been a busy couple of days with the signings and handovers, but I can already see the end of it!

And how was your day, bubs?

I miss you loads and can't wait to kiss your handsome face 🧡 I love you 💖

There it goes, that wasn't so bad, right? She replied - she's safe, she has a reason why and she wrote I love you. Maybe all of that fuss was for nothing.

Lando quickly typed back a reply, hitting the button to send after reading it a couple of times to ensure it was good.

To lovie ✨️

It's okay, sweet girl, you don't have to worry! It's been same old, had a training session with Jon and then worked on the sim.

Can't wait for you to be home soon, I love you so much ❤️

You replied, that was all he needed. Everything is back to normal, the heartbeat has slowed down, the weight on the chest had been lifted, and breathing wasn't so hard anymore.

For now, anyway.

The last two days had been fine, good even - Lando spent the afternoon playing padel with Max Verstappen, streaming with Quadrant and even played golf on his own, relief washing over him when, despite being on his own, his thoughts didn't take him to the dark side like he expected them to.

You had FaceTimed every night and exchanged texts in the morning so there hadn't been any reason to worry - until now anyway.

When Max and Pietra told you they were flying to Monaco to spend the week there, you decided to postpone leaving for two days and take the flight with them instead.

You'd have to have reached the realisation that Lando is not the best you can do. You couldn't possibly be that blind.

Y/N knows you're he's not good enough, she knows she deserves so much more and now that she has property back home and a safe ground, she'll leave him before he knows it.

It builds up again, his breathing short and laboured while his heart speeds up, his hands unconsciously retreating into themselves and making fists as his nails graze his palm.

You are going to leave him.

Not if Lando leaves you first.

"This isn't even the worst flight we've had", Max reasoned once you landed in Nice, "you're really feeling it, aren't you?", he nudged your shoulder.

"It's just been a busy couple of weeks", you sighed, looking for your luggage on the carrousel, "I'm so glad it's all dealt with now and I can finally be home again", you smil3d tiredly.

"You mean you can finally be with Lando again", Pietra teased you.

"Can you blame me, though? I miss him so much I'm not sure I can keep away from him for long once I hug him", you admitted, spotting the bright blue luggage on the conveyor belt.

"Lando just texted me saying he is by the informative screens", Max offered, grabbing his and Pietra's luggage and leaving the way out of the busy airport.

Once you spotted your boyfriend, you hastened your pace to approach him, leaving the luggage on the side so you could jump into his embrace.

"Hey, my love, I missed you so much", Lando held you impossibly tight to him, nipping on the skin of your neck and inhaling your scent.

Y/N is back, she's here.

"Me too, baby", you said, kissing his neck multiple times, "I'm so glad to be home", you mumbled, pulling a smile out of him before you kissed his lips.

"One could argue we are here too, but we're clearly not that important", Max joked, patting Lando's back where he could given that you were clinging to him like a koala.

"The car is in the -2 Parking zone", Lando offered, grabbing your luggage and walking behind his bestfriend and his girlfriend while keeping you close to him.

For now, this would have to suffice before things changed forever.

The whole drive back to Lando's apartment involved light chatter and catching up on the past few weeks.

"I think we should go out, enjoy some of the night life while you still can", Max slapped Lando's shoulder once you had settled in and unpacked.

"I can get us entrances", the Formula One driver agreed, grabbing his phone before he went through his contacts.

Once the entrances and the dinner reservations were secured, the four of you took turns in showering and getting ready, Lando never letting you leave his sight for long.

"You look beautiful, lovie", Lando complimented, watching your shake out the curls you had done on your hair.

"Thank you, bubs - you look really handsome too, I love it when you wear all black", you mused, taking his hand and kissing his knuckles gently.

It was all good. You didn't seem mad or upset with him, in the contrary actually - like he felt, you too were a bit needy for his touch and to have him close to you, offering him reassuring words and sweet nothings every time you could. Maybe his thoughts were a lie. Some of them have been, maybe those were too.

The dinner was lovely and you were able to walk to the club you'd be spending the night in, getting drinks first before finding the area you were staying in. Lando was quickly pulled by the DJ on the booth, recognising him from previous nights out, while you, Max and Pietra stayed where you were.

He was enjoying himself before he noticed you were chatting with someone else, remembering him from your friend's birthday.

He has a girlfriend who is Y/N's friend, Lando has nothing to worry about.

Until he does.

He doesn't miss the way you hug him or the way you engage in light chat with him, all smiles and cheers.

You deserve someone who is always there for you, who can be present and make you smile like that all the time, and he knows he's not the person for the job.

"I'm going back down to my group - thanks for the invite", Lando shook his hand before pulling the DJ for a quick hug, making his way to you and your friends.

"Hey, love, you're back!", you smiled with a big wave to beckon him over, lacing your hand in his as soon as you were close enough, "you remember Marvin, right?".

"Yes, hi, how are you?", he mused, shaking his hand before protectively placing his arm around your waist.

Marvin had to leave to go be with his friend group as since then, you noticed Lando seemed weird. He was usually the life of the party and he always enjoyed himself in these environments, so to see him just stand there and sway his head to the music was a foreign sight.

"Dance with me, baby", you put your back to his chest, letting his hand hold you by your waist still while you swayed your bodies.

"I love you, Y/N, never forget that", he mumbled spontaneously after a while, kissing your cheek multiple times before hiding your face in your neck.

"I love you too, Lan, so much", you replied back as that was the last clue that something was going on.

A couple hours later, and after you had been sat at the booth for quite a bit, you told Lando that you felt a little tired, Max and Pietra agreeing with you that all the travelling had caught up with you, so you made your way out and back to his apartment.

"Have a goodnight, guys", you waved as Max helped his girlfriend into the room, the blonde woman having already fallen asleep on the way.

"Are you feeling better, Y/N?", Lando wondered as he watched you put your heels back in their spot once you stepped inside your bedroom and closed the door behind you.

You debated telling him the truth, but your relationship has been built in honesty and trust about everything, so the course to take was obvious, "Actually", you began, "I am totally fine, but I noticed you weren't great, you didn't seem that happy and I thought we could talk about it , if you'd like", you suggested, "or we could sleep, I'm fine with either, but I hope you choose the one that makes you feel better", you smiled.

The smile quickly vanished when Lando got up from the bed, his body language tight and tense, "now you care about me? Now you want to know if I'm okay or if I'm doing what makes me happy? All after I felt like shit and had to deal with things on my own?", Lando mused, taking you aback with such words.

"Lando, baby, what do you mean with that?", you asked.

"You were here and I was there, and then I have been here while you've been back home and you haven't been there for me", Lando spat, "I just wanted you by my side, I needed you and you weren’t there for me", he concluded. The anger previously in his tone was replaced by sadness and a hint of shame even.

"Lando, it's not like I have been on vacation purposefully away from you - there have been matters that my family needed me to take care of as there wasn't anyone else to take that responsibility! I don't understand where this is coming from - if I wasn't with you it's because I really couldn't be there!", you argued.

"It's... I can't do this right now", Lando looked up as tears started brimming his eyes.

"It seems not", you defended yourself, feeling the hints of accusation and the lack of flexibility and empathy from your boyfriend, "excuse me", you offered, grabbing your pyjamas and leaving your shared bedroom.

The accusations you threw to one another were heard by your guests as Max looked for you while you adjusted the living room sofa so that it could turn into a single bed, not needing the full sized mattress since you'd be clearly sleeping alone.

"What are you doing here?", Max wondered.

"You don't need to pretend you didn't hear that", you shrugged your shoulders before wiping your cheeks with your thumb, pulling on the sheet so the corner wouldn't fly off during the night.

"I can't take the guest room when you are sleeping here, Y/N", Max offered, pulling your hand so you would get up.

"I'm fine, it's not like I'm counting on getting that much sleep", you mumbled, sitting down against the cushions.

"You two are going to sort it out", Max gulped, "you always do, Y/N", sitting down next to you.

"Do you think we will?", you muttered, the weight of the words leaving your mouth settling in the possibility, "did he tell you anything? I'm at a loss at where all of this has come from", you offered your perspective.

"You're Lando and Y/N - there is no way in this world that you don't make it work. You are meant to be, no matter whatever turn you took in your life or whatever decisions you could've taken differently, you and Lando were supposed to meet in every single one of them", Max comforted as he rubbed your back, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Things are so messed up between us", you tutted at your boyfriend's earlier words and the disbelief that this was happening.

"Lando has been under a lot of pressure lately", Max offered, "I know his words hurt you and I'm certainly not justifying them, but he's... He just wants to be his best self for you, and between his family issues and this season's prospects, not having you with him there has shaken the foundation he thought was his steady self".

"I didn't notice it - yay for the bad girlfriend points!", you jokingly cheered before groaning, "I need out of this day".

"That's why you should go to the spare bedroom to sleep it off, Y/N", Max sternly said, "and you're not a bad girlfriend for this, not at all".

"I'm staying here, I told you", you stated, "you go and take that spare room, P is probably asleep on the bed already", you giggled, "I'll be fine".

"Tomorrow is a new day and a new opportunity for a fresh outlook of this whole situation", Max tapped his thighs before getting up, "Good night, Y/N".

"Good night, Max", you waved as he turned off the ceiling lights and closed the French doors that separated the living room from the dining room and the rest of the apartment.

Lando tossed and turned around for what felt like the hundredth time since he laid down on the mattress.

His words didn't come out the way he wanted them to.

But maybe it was for the best.

He didn't want to hurt you, and that is both a burden and a guilt that he will carry for the rest of his life.

She'll never forgive him. Not now that he's really shown how messed up and broken he is. How the playful, giggly boyfriend she was with is now a shell of a poor excuse of a man. He had been spending the nights alone since you were gone, but now that he knew you were - hopefully - still somewhere in the apartment and not next to him, the weight on his chest couldn't be heavier. It gets harder to breathe, and the thoughts don't stop.

He's lost the best person in his life because these insecurities got the best of him. Once again, he's letting them win and take charge of his life.

Lando sits up and holds the pillow you usually sleep with, trying to catch a small whiff of your scent that still lingers there and usually calms him down.

He's done something really bad. Maybe this was him. This was who he was nowadays and he was truly doing you the favour of letting you out before it got too bad.

When Lando wakes up after sleeping for what feels like a long nap, only Max is up as he steps into the kitchen.

"Morning", Lando muttered, not sure where to pick up from what he knows his bestfriend heard only a couple of hours ago.

"Morning, mate! P is feeling the hangover, so she'll be out for a while! Let's go on a run, it will do us both good", he put his hands on Lando's shoulders and patting them.

Lando groans and looks longingly at the living room, noticing the closed doors, wondering if you were still asleep.

Such an ass he is, letting his girlfriend sleep on the sofa.

Lando and Max run the usual distance, stopping to stretch at the little park area near his apartment, and because it's still early, there is no one else around but them and an older man walking his dog.

"Will you tell me what's going on with you and Y/N? Because by the looks of it, you really should talk to someone about it", Max stated. There wasn't a chance that Lando could run away from this, figuratively or literally, so he explained to his bestfriend what had been going on his mind.

"Do you think I am someone worthy of her? Y/N deserves so much better than me, so it's best if she leaves me first", Lando concluded.

"If she leaves you first, what?! Do you think it won't hurt you? Or her? Is that what this is all about?", Max argued, "you're seriously telling me that the only way you see a solution for this is to break up with her because you're so sure she wants to break up with you?! This is ridiculous, Lando!!".

"Of course it will hurt, Max! I love that girl with everything I have and I can't bear the thought of disappointing her, of her having less than she deserves, and I also can't even think about her leaving me! The anticipation that any moment she could say those words has been killing me!", he admitted outloud for the first time.

"Lando, that girl loves you with every bone of her body, do you really think she is going to break up with you?", Max sighed, "your mind is lying to you and it pains me to see the way it's doing it to you and the people around you".

"I'm not where I should be, these thoughts are consuming me left and right and I can't tell apart what is real and what my mind is catastrophising ", Lando agreed.

"Lando, people can't help you if you don't tell them you're feeling like that", Max stated, both sternly and empathetically, "and there are so many people that care about you".

They sit in silence in the bench as Lando ponders his words and Max replays them on his head.

"Is that what is going on in your head, though? That Y/N is going to leave you, and so you're getting ahead of it by breaking up with her?", Max mused.

"When you say it like that, it sounds so stupid and the opposite of what I want to do", Lando scoffed at himself, "but everything is aligned to it - she can do so much better for herself, and it's stupid I know, but my mind goes on and on about this and it almost never quietens down", he gulped.

"Y/N doesn't want to leave you, Lando, that's another lie you're telling yourself", Max offered, "she loves you and you deserve eachother because you're it, you're the endgame and you can work through this, but she needs to know".

"I know - sometimes I do anyway, I think", Lando chuckled lightly at his own joke, "we need to go home, I need to speak with Y/N".

"Indeed you do", Max agreed, getting up and following him to the apartment.

Pietra was already up and in the kitchen when the boys arrived, pecking her boyfriend's lips and looking at Lando, "Y/N's up, we have had breakfast and she went back to the living room while I was in the shower", she informed as Lando nodded.

"Can I come in?", Lando asked after knocking on the door.

"Yes, it's your apartment after all", you mused as he stepped inside

"No, Y/N", Lando groaned, "this is our place, my love, and there's something I need to tell you, many things in fact", he added.

"You should start then", you patted the spot next to the mattress where you had spent the night.

"I love you, Y/N, so much, that was never a question, and it was because I love you so much that every now and again, I have these thoughts that I'm not good enough for you, that I can't give you what you deserve and that you'd be better off with someone else, or without me", he took a big breath in, "I just wanted to be my best self for you, and it all comes crashing and building up and up and I can't shut the noise down".

"Lando, you could've told me, I would've helped, try to do my best in helping you so you weren't carrying this on your own", you offered, your hand crawling to his so you could hold it in yours.

"I hated that I needed you that much because you also have your own life and you don't want to be next to me every waking second. In my head, you shouldn't have to deal with me being needy of feeling like this", he admitted.

"And I'll be, I don't care what you need or say, Lando, I'm going to be here for you, I don't have to go back for a while now, so I'll be where you need me", you offered, "and, Lando, you could never be too much for me, you could never make me feel like I can do better because every day I thank my lucky stars that we're together and that you feel the same love I feel for you", you cupped his face, "you deserve so much, Lando Norris, and I'll work everyday to prove you that you're worthy of love and care and that things going on here are sometimes a lie", you kissed his forehead.

"I don't deserve having you, I yelled at you for no reason", Lando mumbled.

"There was a reason, and it would take me a lot more than you yelling at me when you're stressed and worried, but I'd also like to know whatever is happening when it is happening so I can help, or we can seek out professional help too", you rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs.

No one had ever fought for him like this. He's used to be the one to prove to people that they belong in his life and that's he's all in, not the other way around since, once every time his partners start to feel like it's too much once the honeymoon phase fades out and regular, day-to-day troubles show up notice it getting serious, they flee.

"We'll do this together, lovie", Lando muttered against your lips as he looked into your eyes, "I'm sorry I doubted you when in reality you are the one who's always stuck with me", he smiled, kissing your lips.

[torialefay]

Hey!! Can I request prompt #5 with chan? Where he hates you for some reason but later find out he was just avoiding you because he actually likes you?? And fem!reader decides to tease him by riling him up and he tries to act like a dom but really he is just a subby puppy? Idk why I can definitely see Chris as someone who tries to act dominant but when it comes to actually doing the deed he gets so shy and can’t even say full sentences because of how intense the pleasure is 😩

didn't mean for it to get this long, but i present to you:

I Think You're Really Pretty Too 🤭

bangchan x reader (f); sub-ish!shy!chan SMUT

• knock. knock. knock. "chris? can I have a word with you?"

• you waited patiently outside of chris's studio door.

• it wasn't long before the heavy door opened up, a confused-looking chris on the other side.

• "oh... hey," he said, looking down awkwardly.

• "care if i come in?" you said, annoyed.

• he didn't say anything, just stepped back a bit, moving the door with him.

• you barged in, almost frantic. you were acting off of your adrenaline high, but still trying to calm yourself down.

• you paced to the other side of his body, waiting for the door to close behind you.

• as soon as the door shut, you came right in front of him, only inches from his chest.

• "listen," you started. "i get it that you don't like me or whatever- that's not a secret. but i'd really appreciate it if you could keep your eye rolling when i'm talking at a minimum," you huffed at him.

• he looked taken aback. like out of all things that could be happening, it couldn't be this.

• his eyes shot up, offering no verbal response.

• "really? i've been trying to be the mature one but i'm serious, you can't keep acting like this. i don't even know what i did to you in the first place." you sized him up and down.

• "y/n, i didn't mean it like that," he breathed out, looking off to the side. anywhere but at you.

• "oh yeah, then what did you mean it like? because the last time i checked, you're either always ignoring me, being mean to me, or making fun of me. at a certain point, there has to be a line."

• you were upset now. couldn't he see that you were trying to have an ACTUAL conversation about this? but nooo, he's just gonna put on a sad face and pretend like he doesn't know what's going on. but not this time.

• "what have i ever done to you? i've always tried to be nice to you! in the beginning i did everything right just to try to ammend whatever it was that was wrong. but nothing pleases you, does it? you just can't be happy or satisfied with anything i do? if you hated me so much, why didn't you just talk to jyp and get me kicked out?"

• you were heated at this point. and apparently so was chan. his cheeks were flustered and he was trying his best to make eye contact, but gave up after a half second.

• "i don't hate you, y/n," he let out in a small voice. it made you laugh.

• "you don't hate me? then what do you call it? because you sure as hell don't like me."

• again, no response. his ears were red now too as he stared at the floor. his mouth curled up into a tight half-grin, like he was trying to get something out, but couldn't. you could see his hands turn into fists, balling up the extra fabric at the ends of his hoodie sleeves, nervously wriggling.

• that's when it dawned on you. maybe chan didn't hate you at all. maybe it was quite the opposite. maybe that's why he never would leave you alone. never would stop taunting you. you had just chalked it up to him being an asshole, especially when he was around his friends. he just always had to be the "alpha male" in the room. not so alpha now though, is he?

• you took a slight step back, running your tongue across your teeth and rolling your mouth into a smile. you eyed him up and down. "christopher, do you have anything you'd like to tell me?" you teased.

• he knew he was in for it now. he couldn't escape.

• "no, i don't know what you're talking about," he tried to lie.

• "i think you know quite well what i'm talking about," you smirked and crossed your arms.

• he looked up at you with questioning eyes, but you stared right back with interrogating ones. you wouldn't let up.

• "fine, fine. maybe i don't dislike you. i guess i kind of like you..." he trailed off. you couldn't force his face to look up to you if you tried.

• he looked so cute like this, you thought. he's not the big bad chan everyone made him out to be. no... he was just a little channie with a big crush on you. you decided to see how far you could take it. how cute he could get with that blush over his face.

• "oh really?" you smiled at him, flirting. "tell me what you like about me." you were going to toy with him like a cat with a mouse.

• "oh my gosh..."

• "come on channie, use your words for me."

• he froze when he heard you call him by his nickname. it made him feel so tiny. but something in him also felt so seen.

• "i guess i like that you are..." he slowly brought his eyes back up to yours. "so pretty... and nice... and smart... and talented. and-" you cut him off.

• "you think i'm pretty, channie?" you batted your eyelashes.

• "well uhm- yeah- i mean i think you're... beautiful. but i know that's weird to say and i know you probably don't feel the same and that's okay, but that's just how i feel and i guess that's why i act the way that i do around you because i just dont know how to act normal and.. i'm sorry, this is really embarrassing," you let him ramble until he brought his hands up to hide his face. he smiled into them, squeezing his eyes shut like he could just squeeze away all of his discomfort.

• you took his hands off of his face and held them in your own.

• "i think you're really pretty too," you smiled at him, rubbing a small circle into his hand. he felt his heart leap out of his chest. you decided to push him further.

• "you know, i never really thought about it before, but maybe we could try this out? me and you?" you teased.

• you moved his hands that were still resting in yours to move along to your hips, when they were situated on you, you guided his hands down until they were resting over your ass.

• he couldn't even move, too flabbergasted at what you were doing to him. he felt himself instantly get hard in his shorts.

• "how does that feel, handsome?"

• "it feels good," he choked out.

• "yeah?" you moved your body until it was pressed up against his. you let one free hand walk its way up his chest until it reached the collar of his shirt. you gave a quick tug, pulling his face closer to yours.

• "and how do you think it would feel if i kissed you?"

• he let out a small moan, closing his eyes. that's all the confirmation you needed.

• you pressed your lips to his, wasting no time being gentle. your one goal was to show him what he'd been messing with this whole time.

• as you deepened the kiss, throwing your tongue into his mouth and biting at his lips, he finally got comfortable enough to run his hands along the outline of your ass. he gave a few good squeezes and let out another moan into the kiss.

• "feels good?" you asked as you pulled back. you could see the bliss in his eyes as you spoke.

• "mmm yes," he gave a half smile.

• "and what if i did this?" you kept the one hand pulling taut on his collar, while the other made it's way down his chest, to his abdomen, and finally down to rest right over his bulge.

• he gulped.

• "what? channie doesn't want it?" you almost giggled.

• "no, no! please. please do it."

• "please do what? remember how i said use your words?" you had the biggest bullying smirk on your face.

• "please touch me," he breathed out, closing his eyes.

• you let your hand grasp onto him, feeling how hard he already was under his shorts.

• he let out a soft hiss at your touch. it just made you smile bigger.

• "mmm so you do like it. what if i moved my fingers like this?" you made a grappling motion, putting fingers on each side of his dick and jerking slowly up and down, as much as the fabric would allow.

• he lost his breath for a moment. "mmm yes. more please."

• "more? you want me to go harder?" you flashed your teeth in a big smile and started quickening the pace of your hand. you watched as he whined and rutted against it, trying to get any friction he could.

• he suddenly pushed your hips down closer onto him to that his dick could make contact with the fabric of your skirt as he thrust.

• "you're gonna make me horny if you don't stop," you said, threateningly. it made him want to agg you on even more. he reached a hand down to start thumbing at your clit, getting a newfound confidence.

• "mmmm good boy," you cooed, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "just like that."

• he kept rubbing up and down with just enough pressure until you started to not be able to handle it anymore.

• "keep going. harder," you instructed, now rutting your own hips into his hand.

• your clit was now engorged and hot. you could feel yourself seeping out of your underwear. you knew chan could feel it too.

• "ah fuckkkk, just like that," you instructed, as he followed your commands. "don't stop rutting up into me either. keep going as hard as you can."

• he kept moving his hips, but a few whimpers were coming out with each stroke. you didn't dare let the tension off of your hand around his dick as he moved.

• "y/n... i think i'm gonna cum. i think i'm gonna cum," he whined.

• "yeah? mmm look at you, gonna cum so hard for me in your own fucking pants." you teased.

• he could only cry out a small moan in response.

• "don't fucking stop. don't you dare stop until i cum. keep rubbing me. harder. make me fucking cum christopher."

• his eyes shut tight as he pressed his entire weight into his hand, making sure to keep the same steady rhythm onto you, but giving you the heavy amount of pressure you needed to feel every little movement. it all got overwhelming so quickly. in a matter of seconds, you felt it hit you. it rushed over your body like a wave.

• "fuck fuck fuck. keep going. keep going. you're doing so fucking good," you instructed him. you rode out your high, gripping onto his hand for dear life.

• chan thought he was going to burst. he couldn't help himself any longer.

• "please can i cum? i can't hold on-" he cried, the feeling of your hand and your hips getting too much for him.

• "you can cum now, channie," you said, panting. "be a good boy and cum all over your pants for me. show me what you were hiding this whole time."

[ikeneasul11]

Okay, so I keep seeing people talking about how in the soc spinoff Wesper will be together and how even after the whole Van Eck reveal they will stay together...

BUT

What if that's not how it goes down... What if Kaz tells them about the job with Van Eck, but he doesn't reveal about Jan being Wylan's dad? What if Wylan gets suspicious and asks Kaz if he knows? And (of course I know Wylan, I know everything) Kaz tells Wylan that he won't reveal his secret, not yet anyway.

What if Wylan gets scared about how Jesper will react (imagine all the jokes and hatred towards the Merchant Council, imagine the crows hating on Jan Van Eck and everyone related to him, and how Wylan will feel about that) so Wylan says nothing.

But the secret is too much so he starts distancing himself from Jesper because he is afraid. Imagine them throughout the whole Ice Court Heist being really tense and insecure of their relationship.

And THEN, Kuwei comes, and he starts flirting with Jesper, and Jesper, thinking Wylan is going to break up with him, plays along (to make Wylan jealous) but it backfires because of course it does.

The reveal happens and Jesper is really mad at Wylan, so he breaks up with him, words are exchanged (mean words he doesn't really mean but oh well) and Wylan kind of cracks.

Like imagine all the tension from hiding his secret, of Jesper, seeing his father again, the break up...

So he kind of snaps and tells Jesper everything, the years of abuse and neglect, and how his father tried to kill him. He tells him the real reason why he is in the Barrel and why Ketterdam never felt like home to him (at least not until Jesper).

And after the revelation Jesper feels bad and wants to make ammends, but Wylan is having none of it (he's still hurt).

So they break up, and the plot continues, weeks pass and slowly they start reconciling, Jesper apologizes, Wylan apologizes, things are starting to go right again...

But then, PAM the Kuwei/Jesper kiss (ofc Jesper thinking he was kissing Wylan because of the tailoring Nina did). And shit hits the fan, again.

In the end they get back together after Wylan finds out about his mom, and has a breakdown, there Jesper conforts him and tells him about his mistake, about how he stills loves him and regrets what he said/did, and Wylan forgives him, and they both heal from this and get back together happy and all.

Anyways that's how I would write it, I might just do it in a fanfic who knows.

[spoiledleaff]

That dew/aeon angst you posted before broke me.... is there gonna be a part 2? Maybe Aeon helping Dew fix his hair?

yeah! of course, anon! a little dew/aeon hurt and comfort to hopefully help with the angst :) oh! for those who might be interested, this is a direct continuation of this post! :D

aeon sat with dewdrop for a long time after that. he held his hand: cold, clammy, and burnt. there's gold strands of hair sticking to the gaps between aeon's fingers; he wonders briefly if dewdrop's hair is wrapping around his heart as he sits and cries with the fire's sin.

he's cold—why is he so cold?

aeon wonders if somehow pulling your own hair out is a sign of dying before he quickly realizes he doesn't want to think about that. he holds on to dewdrop's hands a little tight—tries to cry a little quieter.

"can i cut your hair?" aeon whispers, and his lips brush against dewdrop's cheek because they're just that close. the uneven ends of dewdrop's hair scratch against aeon's collarbones.

they're shagged. frazzled. untidy, and aeon knows that cumulus would throw a fit if she saw. her hair's always so neat. it's untamed, but aeon thinks of it as a controlled chaos; it works for her, a devilish contrast to her angelic beauty.

"to even it out." aeon offers quietly, truthfully.

dewdrop's silent despite his ragged breathing. his shoulders shake, knocking against aeon's own as dewdrop's inner flame struggles to not extinguish; he can see it, the struggle in those wide, scared eyes.

"please." he says, and aeon doesn't know if he's ever heard dewdrop beg outside of rain's bedroom.

"i can braid it. like, when i'm done." aeon says, though his inflection makes it sound like a question. he slips one of his hands away from the death-grip dewdrop has on him — wait, what? was it always aeon who was the one being clung on to? and not the other way around? — and ghosts the tips of his claws over the dying ends of dewdrop's hair. "i think it should still be long enough."

dewdrop flinches. aeon chokes on his own tongue.

"i think you'd look good with a bob." he tries to ammend.

"...shorter."

"shorter?"

"cut my hair shorter." dewdrop asks, nuzzling into the underside of aeon's jaw. there's a broken purr rumbling in his throat; it reminds aeon of cirrus' kettle. "i don't want to be able to braid it."

"o-okay." aeon stutters, his hand falls from the grace of dewdrop's hair and lands on the fire ghoul's shoulder. "okay, yeah- yeah. i can- i can do that."

dewdrop's purr goes stronger, and aeon wants to burn in the vibrations. but, like- lovingly.

"i think you'd look good with a fairy cut."

dewdrop laughs. it sounds awful—broken and shattered and cracked at the edges, like the sound was just ripped from his throat like golden strands of hidden connections ripped from a lost soul's scalp-

oh.

"pixie," dewdrop laughs, a sound that aeon wants to cherish nonetheless, "it's called a pixie cut, idiot."

aeon laughs, and his doesn't much better, but dewdrop presses a kiss to aeon's quivering jaw like it's a reward.

and that's all it takes for aeon to change thoughts—think about how excited he is for dewdrop to no longer have a curtain of hair to hide behind when it matters most. less hiding, more available skin for aeon to sneak chaste smooches against, and more opportunities for aeon to admire the lost freckles of the ocean's kisses.

he wonders if he should worry about competing with the ocean. he chances a glance at dewdrop — who reminds aeon of a drowned cat: nuzzling and nipping at the column of aeon's throat and kneading aeon's hand with his own shaking claws — and realizes he doesn't have to worry about something so silly.

the ocean would have to drown him and the pits of hell would have to devour his ashes to keep him away from the little ghoul in his arms.

he's gonna give dewdrop the best fucking haircut-

[leoblooms]

Paul family lore dump

woooo ok here's the lore dump about his parents and sister under the cut! It's a little stream of conscious but yea maybe I'll edit it a smidge

Amelia and Isaac

Amelia Allen (maiden name- Kaminsky) met Isaac Allen at the same community college. He was getting his start studying for a law degree while she was getting a liberal arts degree. While somewhat differing in views, they hit it off fairly well. He found Amelia well-spoken, not putting up with getting talked down to. Both came from Jewish households, but Isaac had a more traditional upbringing that showed in his approach to religion in Paul’s childhood up until their divorce.

They eloped in 1957 after Amelia graduated, and had their first child at ages 21 (Amelia) and 23 (Isaac), Jennifer. Both were incredibly excited to have their baby girl and Amelia took to taking care of her as Isaac continued his law degree studies. Over the next six years, Isaac saw success as a corporate lawyer and their quality of living only grew. Needless to say, they were comfortable, living in a New Jersey suburb as an upper middle class family. So much so, they decided to have their second child in 1963, Paul. 

However, a year or so later Isaac grew colder and more distant. He spent less and less time with his family much to Amelia’s annoyance. 

Amelia became more outspoken of her own beliefs, becoming interested in keeping up with politics along with developing an affinity for the folk scene. She was what some would label a hippie. Isaac had little interest in politics, humoring her but not feeling one way or the other. He felt things were pretty good in terms of the opportunities he’s had even with some obstacles and hardships. He’s a believer in the bootstrap ideology and claims a lot of people should just suck it up and get a job.

This would cause heads to butt more and more especially as he withdrew from his role in the family. On nights, he’d come home and isolate in his study, listening to records and keeping to himself. Amelia on the other hand, would do her best to be there for both of their children but it wore her down. The fighting increased but they tried to not do it in front of the kids, but that wasn’t always successful. Isaac would begin to take his frustration out on Paul, as he viewed him to be too soft (despite being a child) because of him mostly hanging around Amelia and Jen. This would result in verbal abuse that made it so Paul avoided him as much as possible. Amelia of course found this to be horrible, but did little to intervene in the moment. 

This would all accumulate until around 1970 when the two filed for divorce, Amelia getting full custody of both children. Isaac had no interest in fighting her on that, ultimately being  absent from their lives post-divorce. 

Amelia did everything she could to make things as painless as possible for her kids, and through alimony they were able to still live a fairly comfortable life and send both of them to college. She didn’t try to keep much contact (outside of any legal obligations) with Isaac after everything until he reached out in 1987 to tell her he had been diagnosed with cancer and wanted to make ammends. She would let him stay with her in 1989 up until his death, cared for by hospice nurses in the guest bedroom.

Jennifer

Jennifer Allen is Paul’s older sister (6 year gap), she took on a lot of responsibilities after their dad left including babysitting Paul a lot. She’s always been protective of Paul and of course never wanted him to believe he had to fight his battles alone. After an assault in college, Paul begged her not to tell their mom and she obliged. A part of her still wishes she had, wondering if she only made things worse by not pushing him to seek help. As he got older, a rift began to form between them especially after their dad was back in the picture. Jen does her best to keep them close, and Paul similarly but there will always be something lost.

The one thing her and Paul truly disagreed on was their dad. Jen had 6 years on Paul and thus, had a different experience of their dad before things went downhill. Blinded by nostalgia, she can’t bring herself to fully hate him like Paul can so when he tries to make ammends, she scolds Paul for refusing. This has always been a thing between them, even as kids when she blamed him for the divorce. In her early teen mind, he came along and caused strain and she wasn’t afraid to tell him that. She grew past this as she got older and feels guilty for how she treated him, but doesn't broach the subject.

Jen studied fine arts and now runs her own small studio. She also volunteers a lot to help foster kids find homes, having a soft spot for them despite having no interest in having her own.

She also cannot stand Patrick and has voiced her views of him to Paul in private. But really, it's not very subtle anyway. She's happy Paul's not as in the closet but he could do better in her opinion.

Both her and Amelia know Paul's gay. Amelia walking in on Paul kissing a boy he had over in high school and Jen finding out shortly after. His mom was embarassingly supportive and both tried to coax him into living as his authentic self (something Paul doesn't truly feel he can ever have if he wants to keep his current lifestyle). Jen being bisexual can relate to Paul's conflicted feelings about this, but is nowhere near as in and out of the closet.

Other things about Paul

Paul got carsick a lot as a kid. Like he threw up more than once to the point where his mom would have to pack plastic bags and medicine.

He has curlier hair, but would straighten it in high school. In college, he let it go and by his late twenties he gelled it down.

Since he was a teen, Paul was a huge hair metal/ heavy metal fan. His favorite bands being Motley Crue and Judas Priest.

Paul would sometimes read comics with Jen, who was much more into them than Paul was.

Despite not having much of a connection to religion, he does get together with his mom and sister for Yom Kippur, Passover and the weekend nights of Hanukkah. Mostly because their mom wants to celebrate and be with them like when they were kids.

He'll never say, but he always worries about becoming his father. There are moments he can see such a thing happening, but he can't stand thinking about it too long.

[aftercamlann]

Of Oaths Made and Broken

words by Zorbo_Jorks, art by aueth Summary: 

Kilgwan just smiled— a gleeful presentation of far too many jagged teeth. He leaned forward on his throne and sang, “When the five of you I last did see, five promises you made to me! Three promises are broken now— one yet to test and one still sound.” 

Arthur growled, and Morgana made a similar noise beside him. 

“Are you serious?” she asked, “That was years ago!”

“A word given is a word to keep,” the creature sang back, ignoring the table’s shouts of dismay, “You sow lost words— dark gifts you reap.”

-------------- As children, Arthur, Morgana, Gwen, Elyan, and Leon made vows to a creature named Kilgwan in the catacombs of Camelot. 

Years later, on the even of Arthur's prospective betrothal, they are whisked away to make ammends for breaking them. Merlin and Gwaine must make up for the prince's sudden absence  by disguising the latter as Arthur to court Princesses Mithian, Vivian, and Elena in his place, all while Merlin tries to find Arthur and his friends before any ill befalls them. 

Amid this, Morgause schemes to kill the Pendragons and Merlin pines for his prince, convinced his love cannot be. 

It takes very little for the delicate web of problems to fall into chaos.

Click HERE for the story and art!

[alpaca-clouds]

NaNoWriMo 2023 - You Decide

Okay, you know what? I cannot decide what to write for this NaNoWriMo, so I am letting you decide this time. I have four different ideas I could theoretically write. And it is up to you which one I am gonna write.

Let me quickly introduce the four ideas.

Sonata of the Dawn (Castlevania)

It's been eight years since they killed Dracula and life is good for Trevor, Adrian, Sypha, Greta and their kids. They still got to save people from time to time, of course. But when two mysterious men arrive at the castle, introducing themselves as Magnus and Lyudmil, Sypha already has a feeling that something is off. Yet, the man named Magnus promises, that he has the knowledge to fix the castle. [This would be a Gretrephacard plotheavy thingie, loosely based on the Nocturne of Recollection Audio Drama]

His Story (Castlevania)

For the longest time, Hector and Isaac had thought - like everyone else - that Dracula had died ten years ago. But they know by now they were wrong. When the old vampire visits the castle in Styria to make ammends with the men he has once exploited, Hector offers him a way to make up for it: By telling them the story he has kept a secret from the world. The story of how Vlad Dracula Tepes came to be. [This would be set within my post-canon Styria stuff and focus on the relationship between Dracula and the forgemasters, obviously featuring Hector/Isaac and Striga/Morana, as well as Dracula/Lisa as ships.]

Thick as Thieves (Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves)

Half a year has passed, since the merry band of thieves saved Neverwinter from Sofina, the red wizard. Being pardoned and free, Edgin, Holga and Kira have settled down. But somehow Ed cannot quite be happy about it. Then, one night, Xenk appears in front of him. [What can I say: I should finish this Xedgin story, I know it Q-Q]

Voice of the Voiceless (Baldur's Gate 3)

While Tav puts a lot of value on rescuing the innocent, Astarion is very happy just spending his nights stalking the streets of Baldur's Gate, thank you very much. Still, the bard manages to convince him to get involved when his little band of bards tries to bust a trafficking ring smuggling sentient beings through the port of Baldur's Gate. Of course things are not as easy, as Tav imagines them to be. [What is there to say? I have this whole story about how my Tav was always kinda a vigilantee. So, this is about chaotic good Tav and some assorted bards trying to save innocent people - and Astarion getting dragged along. (Will definitely also feature Karlach, Wyll, Shadowheart and Halsin.)]

So, yeah. Which one would you find the most interesting?

[xxneilserr]

Im really brainrotting my fnaf AU that takes place in the fnaf 2 pizzeria! My headcanons so far!!;

Toy bonnie and Bonnie are together, start out not on good terms but eventually learn they have a lot in common and really like each other.

Toy bonnie and Toy freddy are exes, it was mutual but toy freddy still has some unrequited feelings for BonBon.

Toy freddy is a TERRIBLE singer, like truly awful. Bonbon was meant to be the singer but management thought it would be too confusing for customers. Toy freddys Singing Voicebank is muted during preforming hours.

The withered animatronics are kept as mentors and used for parts and really nothing more. They start out dispising the toy animatronics for this. Eventually, BonBon asks management to allow them to roam the building as long as they keep it quiet and dont disturb anybody.

The Withered animatronics are not on very good terms, they will tolerate each other but if they dont have to talk to one another they won’t. They may have small talk but that’s it.

Toy bonnie and Toy Chica are BESTIES.

Foxy and Balloon Boy have a Father-Son/Guardian-Child dynamic.

Mangle chooses to be a puzzle for the kids and enjoys the creativity and attention.

The puppet is very quiet and doesn’t get along with anyone really. They are most friendly to children and human staff but that’s about it.

Withered Bonnie was somewhat a player at their old location, thus why the withereds can’t get along very well. He has since tried to make ammends to no avail.

This isnt everything but its everything i could think off the top of my head!

IMPORTANT NOTE:

In my AU, none of the animatronics are possessed and are simply sentient robots. When i reference characters I find attractive or mention dynamics, i will NEVER be referencing the Canon storyline. I will always be referring to collective au’s and animatronic personalities developed by the fandom, NEVER the canon. Thank you! 🩵💜

[abiiors]

can we have a part two of the jealous boyfriend imagine? preferable fluff my heart can’t handle angst 😭😭❤️❤️

Istg if this ask hadn't come through, I was going to write it myself!

I love you for this and I hope you enjoy it! 💞

I'm open to better title suggestions if you have any... also here's pt 1

Jealous Boyfriend (pt. 2)

You huff in your pristine hotel room, surrounded by your pristine white duvet as you angrily scroll through reels after reels. 

It doesn’t help that half your explore page is his face and his fan edits. Still, you click on the “not interested” button and feel the tiniest bit of petty satisfaction each time. 

That’s how it always starts…

He has not tried calling or messaging yet but you aren’t going to be the first one to cave in. As amazing as The Hilton is, the plan was to have a quiet weekend in with him…

You mourn the possibility of that happening and pop another salted peanut into your mouth. 

It’s the abrupt knock on the door that finally disrupts you. 

You’re sure you had hung the Do Not Disturb sign outside your door and you’re sure you did not call for any room service. So that leaves it with…

Another, softer knock sounds again and you try not to eagerly get out of bed. Let him rot out there for a little longer. 

You make sure to wipe the crumbs off your face, examine your perfectly-done red nails and take your own sweet time to slip your feet into the slippers. He impatiently knocks a third time and you finally unlock the door. 

‘What do you want?’ you mutter while swinging the door open and freeze when you come face-to-face with a bouquet of roses. 

He winces slightly when he hears the tone of your voice but then extends the flowers toward you. 

‘I came to apologise…’

You look at the flowers, look up at him and then narrow your eyes. ‘How did you find me anyway?’

A sheepish look crosses his features as he toes the carpet a bit. 

‘I, uh… I called a few hotels.’ 

Translation: he used his name and influence. There was no chance anybody here would entertain him otherwise. 

‘Love…can I please come in, at least?’ he asks hopefully.

And as much as you want to torture him a bit more, having this conversation out into the corridor is doing nobody any favours. So you sigh and step aside to let him in. 

‘You have five minutes,’ you announce curtly and retake your place on the bed. 

He lingers a bit and then sits on the edge of your bed when you don’t object to it. 

‘I was a jerk—’

‘An asshole,’ you correct as you pointedly stare at the window.

‘An asshole,’ he ammends. ‘I shouldn’t have let my jealousy take over like that.’

‘And you treated my friend like shit when he was genuinely just excited to meet you,’ you remind him of the incident with Hal.

‘And that,’ he sighs, ‘I’ll apologise to him.’

When you don’t respond to that he sets the flowers aside and tentatively moves a bit closer. 

‘Darling will you at least look at me?’ he pleads but you’re not satisfied just yet. He still hasn’t apologised for perhaps his biggest mistake. 

You glare at the flowers that you still haven’t accepted and then finally meet his gaze. 

‘And you implied that I was going to cheat on you with him.’

You swear you feel the temperature in the room drop as you watch him wilt a little. 

He looks at his lap and shakes his head slightly. It makes his one unruly curl fall on his forehead and you resist the urge to brush it away. 

‘That…yeah, that I did,’ he mumbles. 

When the silence in the room becomes unbearable, he gets up and makes his way to your side of the bed. You watch him get on his knees, you watch him place his hands in your lap, you watch him perk up a little when you don’t immediately push them away. 

‘I know you would never do that to me, I do,’ he starts and you motion for him to continue. ‘And I had no right to comment about your job in such a way.’

‘You didn’t.’

‘I’m sorry I was an asshole to you,’ he looks at you sincerely, ‘and I’m sorry I behaved like a dick in front of your coworkers. I’ll do anything to make up for it, I promise.’ 

‘Anything?’ you raise an eyebrow. 

‘Anything,’ he confirms. ‘I’ll make you breakfast in bed everyday and be at your beck and call!’

And that one makes you crack up. 

‘Like a 50’s housewife?’ 

‘Yes,’ he nods vigorously, ‘complete with the polka dots and a “kiss the cook” apron.’

‘That’s suspicipusly starting to sound like a bargain in your favour…’

He smiles a little at that. 

‘Can I kiss you please?’ he asks hopefully and you simply can’t break his heart by saying no. 

You nod and he doesn’t waste another moment. Just as your lips are about to touch, you back away slightly and watch the confusion on his face intensify. 

‘I swear to god Matthew if you ever do that again I will feed your balls to the cats!’ 

He cringes a bit at the use of his full name but nods obidiently. There’s no point in holding onto the anger anymore and it’s not like you can stay mad at him anyway. So you lean forward and press your lips onto his. The last of your anger melts away as you feel him smile into the kiss. 

Once you come up for air, he holds your face in his hands as a look of awe crosses his features.

‘I love you so much, you know that?’

‘I love you too, even when you behave like an idiot.’

He pouts a bit but doesn’t disagree with that. 

‘I know,’ he says instead, ‘I’m working on it.’

‘Now…’ you smirk down at him, ‘since we have the room for the night and all��� I rather like the sight of you on your knees.’

[roleplayallday]

Making another supermansion roleplay post because all i’ve been thinking about for the past six months is a debbie redemption arc and this fandom is in shambles so i’m hoping to reach SOMEONE who still likes this show.

If anyone still wants to roleplay, dm me here or on discord! My discord is Kazikuns

So the idea is about Debbie being kidnapped by a villain for the use of the Heart of Amore, however the League comes to save her…plus Devizo despite Debbie thinking he had sworn to be a villain again. Well things go awry and the villain steals the Heart while also using a different artifact to send Debbie and Devizo back to the past to trap them there. The villain tries to send the League back as well but is unlucky in doing so.

So Debbie takes this as an opportunity to atone for her past and decides to have her past self destroy the Heart of Amore, which also destroys rhe Heart in the future so the villain can’t use it. However, they still need to get back to the past so Debbie and Devizo are forced to interact as they work to build a time machine. And that forced interaction has them making ammends and hopefully falling back in love <3

[somerandomwarriorsrewrite]

Fireheart and Icefoot arguing about Lynxpaw

Fireheart was only trying to protect his brother, warning him about the potential danger that Lynxpaw could be, but he didn't expected his younger littermate to yell at him.

The two started to argue about, with Icefoot defending Lynxpaw and the hipocrisy of his brother's words, while Fireheart tries to argue back, bringing up that Tigerclaw is his father.

This would happen after Tigerclaw's exile, but before Swiftpaw's death, and two brothers would not talk to each other, until after Darkstripe's exile, as they would want to make ammends, after hearing that Darkstripe trying to poison his own little sister.

Version without text:

This one i wanted to add clothes to their designs, Fireheart's clothes are based off by Paladin's and Warrior's clothes in RPG, but i keep it very minimal, as in the time of the drawing, they were very close to the camp, so they would not need to use their "work" clothes.

Icefoot on the other hand was a challenge, i added a collar with the Thunderclan symbol, with a cat's claw in it(don't ask who's claw it is, since i'm still deciding who's), so there's a call back, to his original design, he has a camouflage type of shirt going on, as he would like to stay hidden.

[kaeyastopmakingicepuns]

Alone... (Brothers x MC!) (Angst)

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Summary: How did you end up here again?

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Spoilers for Nightbringer lesson 11 and all of the original game.

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Honestly, I like Belphie and Lucifer, but I'm getting real tired of their bullshit.

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"That was close..."

It wasn't until you heard Solomon's voice that you realized you had been squeezing your eyes shut.

You opened them slowly and peered around the room.

There was Belphie, standing behind a pile of rubble that managed not to land on him. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Solomon as he walked up to your side.

Everything had happened so quickly. You hadn't even had a moment to breathe a sigh of relief that you'd managed to put Beelzebub to sleep before anything truly bad happened, before Lucifer was in you face.

"Are you our enemy?"

Your entire body had gone cold as the hurt set in.

How? How is it that after everything, everything you've done for him and his brothers could he even think to ask that question? A part of you was hoping that he would smile and say it was all a joke, but he had just stared at you, expecting an answer.

You don't remember the exact words you used but you had tried to assure him that you weren't. And for a moment, it seemed like it had worked as Mammon and Levi and Asmo had jumped to your defense.

But then Belpegor had opened his mouth.

Now, Solomon and Belphie were arguing and you heard your teacher mention something about ganging up on a human, but really it was so much worse than that.

"...ys end up here." You don't know how your tiny voice, barely a whisper had made it across the room, but Lucifer looked up at you, that cold expression still marring his features. "What?"

You took a deep breath, balling your hands into fists that dug your nails into your palms and kept your gaze trained on the floor.

"I said..." you began, "how do we always end up here?!"

You lifted your head, angry tears wetting your cheeks and sent a glare around the room.

Lucifer sighed in annoyance, his voice still strained in anger. "Human, if you’re not going to make any sense-"

Human. You hated that word. They used it to look down at you, to remind you that you were less than them.

"It happened again." You ground out. Showing your anger felt good, especially since you had held it in before for the sake of this family. This fucking family who only hurt you again and again.

"Again, Belphegor tried to kill me, and again you all just stood there and let it happen." You heard Solomon's voice behind you, saying your name in warning, but you ignored him. You knew somewhere inside of you that you should be worried about breaking the timeline, but you couldn't muster up the energy to care.

This time Solomon had been here to save you, but back then you had nobody. And it still hurt worse than you had ever let yourself acknowledge.

It was Mammon who broke the silence first. "What're ya talkin' about?"

It didn't matter that he didn't know. The floodgates were open and you were going to say everything you had to say. Perhaps it was only because you didn't have the history with these brothers that you were finally able to let it come pouring out.

"I have given you everything, and I have helped you through every tiny problem you've had!" You threw your hands in the air. "And so many of them have been so completely stupid!"

The blank stares from the demons around the room only served to fuel the anger burning inside of you.

"Again and again, I have had to prove that I am worthy to stand beside you, first when I had to bow and scrape just to be your friend, then with Solomon's stupid tests, and then with your fucking games to get onto the student council!"

Your arms fell to your side and you felt all the fight leave you. "It's just never going to be enough is it?" You were surprised at how small your voice sounded. "I'm always going to have to be the one to apologize first, to forgive you even when you have done nothing to make ammends, and yet I just keep loving you, feeling like such a fool-"

You broke off. Did you love them? Was this love truly your own? Or was it just the blood running through your veins. You couldn't even answer such a simple question. You slumped to your knees

"Eight of the most powerful demons in the realm, and you can't even stop the weakest among you." You heard Belphie try to say something in protest, but he was silenced by Mammon's elbow digging harshly into his side.

The the four eldest brothers present stood around the room in solemn silence. Something itched at the back of their mind, a memory that wasn't quite there. They knew they should remember why you were so important to them, but everytime they reached for it, it it just slipped through their fingers. And what was worse was that they could feel your pain, pouring through a connection that was barely even there.

Surpringly, it was Lucifer who broke the silence, something akin to regret coating his voice. "MC, I-"

But Solomon had heard enough. Gently he pulled you to your feat, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to hold you close.

"I hope you all remember this," he said quietly. "I hope that you remember this far, far in the future, and I hope that it hurts."

And with that he teleported you both away.

[voltrixz]

Why YOU should go vote for Spider-Man/Peter Parker (TSSM) in @cartoon-character-competition​

Well you guys are definitely familiar with Spiderman aka Peter Parker. He’s an icon really. And he’s definitely been in his fair share of tournaments here but from what I’ve seen his TSSM version isnt in that many tournaments. Which is a crime since his TSSM version is probably one of his best versions!!!!!!

I dont think you guys need me to tell you the story of Spiderman, you know the deal. Guy gets bitten by a radioactive spider, has to learn that with great power comes great responsibility, has to save the city again and again while struggling to hide his secret identity and keep his normal life in check.

But what makes TSSM Peter so good then? 

Well first of all despite his suit not being all the different, the general style of the show just makes him look a lot better

like cmon he’s just a silly guy trying his best!!!!! 

But besides this, lets talk actual character

Peter Parker is 16, just a teenager trying to navigate his life while also having to keep his secret identity under wraps and save the city.

And as expected of a teenager, he makes a LOT of mistakes, he’s very clearly flawed. And this is only amplified because of his secret identity as Spiderman. In order to hide his true identity he often fails to keep promises to his friends, he forgets to meet with them, he’s forced to run away from them, he tries to help his friends the best way he can but his duties as spiderman keeps pulling him away from his relationships. His secret identity makes it seem as Peter is constantly abandoning his friends and failing to keep their trust. He’s doing his best but he makes mistakes. But he learns from them. Each time he tries to do a little bit better. 

He attacks Electro unprompted? He realizes his mistake and tries to make ammends with Electro and end things peacefully (It doesnt work but he tries!!!!)

Things often do go his way but he still tries!!! He still has those small wins!!!! He knows he cant run away from his responsibilty as Spiderman, even if he considers doing so, he knows he’s needed. He may suffer and put his relationships on the line, but he knows he has the power to do something to help so he helps!!!!! (after all “Spidey stays because Spidey’s needed”)

I’ve always been more of a Spiderman villains kind of guy but I just cant help rooting for Peter. He’s just a guy trying to do his best to help with the power he has. He may suffer and sacrifice but he has his small moments of glory and it pushes him forward, he knows that if he has power to help, he is going to do his best to do so!!!!

SO yeah VOTE SPIDER-MAN/PETER PARKER!!!!!!!!!!!

(also so he can avenge all the other tssm characters I submitted and got eliminated already) (it’d be really awesome and funny since all the rest of the characters are villains)

[indoraptorgirlwind]

For indora (and if it's possible, Kit)

Thoughts about civil war?

Oh... we begin with the polemic civil war 😅

Before anyone read this, please remember this is just my point of view and you may have a totally different one. Please keep respectful with me, anon and everyone else in this.

Well, how do i start this? First of all, i wanna say i think both Steve and Tony were right and wrong, let me explain why:

First, i'll begin with Steve. First of all, for me it was right that he thought the accords were too strict and manipulative. Honestly, i doubt these accords were too human at all. What do i mean with this? That just by the fact of being heroes and being stronger than ordinary people, the avengers could have seen unhumanized by this, only seen as weapons they could use whenever they'd want. He was also right in protecting Bucky, i totally get it. It was his all time friend who we're talking about after all.

However, despite his good intentions and motives, i think Steve went too harsh with other friends of his. It is true that the accords were restrictive, i know. However, he may have been too focused on Bucky to try and deal with it. And i know Bucky is his best friend and was in risk of death. I know. However, Steve was perhaps doing wrong on not explaining correctly the situation to Tony. A person gets more hurt when you hide something to them for a lot of time that when you are sincere with them from the beggining. That's what i mean that Steve failed with.

Keeping with Tony and addressing earlier things. I think he was right in accepting. Why? Because he cared about his team and the people out there. He knew not signing could bring them the problems and persecution they would eventually get in the movie. He knew what Ross was capable of. And he also knew they had to ammend their own mistakes.

And while i get attacking Bucky was inmmoral, Tony just saw him killing his father and mother. They played an important part on his life, and despite his father's bad care, Tony loved him. And what hurts the more is that he never knew this until the recording. And even so Steve still tried to hide it. Tony also saw his friends get hurt in the airport battle, be them team cap or his. Just look at Rhodey. Of course he was going to get mad, everyone would. But please do not confuse with excusal of murder. It was wrong, but it was an impulse rather than a firm choice.

If i have something to say about him being wrong, is that he let his emotions and experiences make him believe it was all his fault. This drove him to extreme meassures to "prevent it" that at the end of the day ended up doing more harm that good.

CONCLUSION:

As i've said before, they were both right and wrong. They made mistakes, but they both meant it for good for their friends. This is not a hate post. I love both characters and i think they deserved better than what they got. Specially Tony. At the end of the day they're humans, and they make mistakes just like everyone.

Now you Kit!

Kit: "uhhhhh. Yeah. What Kit mun said"