#And I felt like that was a bit unfair to just call people lazy for not going back into a reblog (why would they?).

[otiksimr]

Okay. So I saw a reblog that mentioned that they relinked their sources. And the reblog was being mean about it so I personally went and reviewed their sources.

Also only really the first sentence relates to their point. Which, to be nit picky, is a blunder on an argumentative standpoint.

Three of their links go to Wikipedia. Not to say that Wikipedia is uncredible, just to say that it is more credible to find sources that go into those specific topics. Also on the Wikipedia page those sections didn't have citations. For the following paragraphs, the information is gathered from the sites they linked.

Clipping wings, destroying queen cells and the usage of pheromones-as far as the citation says, is a way to swarm bees. + 1 point for getting something right. There is a big difference between 'getting rid of queens because of aggression' and 'getting rid of queens because you don't like them.' And yes. This is beekeeping. Beekeepers would obviously not want their hives crossbreeding with aggressive and or dangerous bee species. Africanized honey bees are notoriously dangerous.

Male drones die after breeding. Crushed or not, either way after the deed is done they die. For culling, only one of the sources mention it. So I cannot say whether or not this is standard practice. Someone else can research into that. And during the process they take care in making sure the Queen in not harmed. Unless they're trying to say that artificial inseminations is an issue in itself.

The sources they give for 'commercial beekeepers even cull their hives during winter' do not say that beekeepers cull their hives during winter.

Yeah bugs feel pain. I'm fairly sure most animals do.

For the last three sources it's a science journal (congrats!), YaleEnviorment360 (I don't know how credible that site is but the article sites scientific data so it's seems okay to me). And BBC news. It gives quotes but it doesn't cite anything. It says "Stricter controls are needed to protect bees from other emerging diseases, researchers report in Science, external journal." But it doesn't cite the reports themselves. Just the website link. Either way. So far the most credible section.

And just to be clear. My ass does not own bees or work in any areas in relation to them. So read the sources yourself and make your own opinion about it. This is all a very dumbed down version of what the sources said.

Wild that folks keep saying beekeepers abuse bees as if bees are not both venomous flying animals and fully unionized

[fairestwriting]

Hello 👋 could I please request headcanons for leona's fem s/o defending him everytime one of the other characters start making backhanded comments to his face (if you've seen some of the vignettes you'll know what I mean) she doesn't reveal things like he's depressed or anything (tho he is) she just tells them it's shitty of them calling him lazy/selfish constantly without even knowing him personally

[Everyone treats leona like crap and I take personal offense to it >:( ]

You know i make fun of him on a regular basis. but theres a line thats gotta be drawn when it comes to leona bullying. cause damn this guy needs a real Break he cant even have issues in peace

𐙚 Leona Kingscholar

Before you got closer to him, there’s a fair chance the comments didn’t even stand out to you at all. It always felt a little unfair, yes, but not in a way that was particularly shocking, they were all just rude comments like any other. Back when you weren’t quite friends yet, and maybe even at the start of your friendship, you might have interjected with a simple ”hey, he’s not that bad” or "you don’t need to be rude about it”. It was just a gesture of basic politeness then, something the people around you seemed to lack.

But obviously, your perception of those interactions, and the way you see Leona’s situation itself, soon went through a rather radical change. Possibly even before you two started dating, or even before he “told you too much” — His own words, mumbled dismissively but bitterly, the day he came back after spending a weekend with his family and then proceeded to complain for a little longer than usual — As he warmed up to you, you started to notice things about him more. You started to see the spark of actual passion he has in his eyes during his club activities, the level of detail he gets into when analyzing things, the precise way he moved his chess pieces when you two played...

Above all, though, you started to notice how he often looked actually tired when he took part in any of the “slacking” he’s so infamous for. Learning the littlest bit more about his family life just worked as the final piece of the puzzle you’d been putting together without even noticing — And then, other people’s “rudeness” started to sound like something much more cruel. It didn’t help that he never seemed to react to it whenever he overheard others gossiping, or whenever you told him about the things you heard. “Why doesn’t he care?” The thought would echo in your mind for ages, trying to understand him through the tiny slivers of vulnerability he didn’t mean to show.

Now, as his girlfriend, you feel you just can’t let people say whatever they want, and you feel it more strongly than you ever have. ”Why don’t you mind your own business instead of talking about someone you don’t really know?” You snap back on instinct when one of your classmates, who was in Savanaclaw, comments on how lazy their dorm leader is. Their mouth closes instantly, regardless if you’ve made your relationship public or not — You realize that, on top of all the negative treatment Leona got, it was also extremely rare for others to defend him in any way at all. Enough that even a response that simple elicits shock from others.

”You know, it’s crazy to see you hanging out with Leona like that. I never thought I'd see anyone get so excited to spend time with him.” You hear some other day, while spending time in Savanaclaw’s common area, sat right next to Leona, and it just makes your blood boil. He’s just half-glaring at your particularly cocky acquaintance, sighing like he’s heard it a million times before, which you know he probably has. ”Hey, make sure you don’t get too influenced, we don’t need another person who just sleeps all day—”

”Yeah, you’re right. This type of person can be such a pain. I’m so glad I don’t know anyone who’s, you know, actually like that.” You say through grit teeth, just barely holding back aggression, and in the corner of your vision, the subtle flash of surprise in Leona’s face only encourages you to continue. ”Imagine if like, the Magift team had this sort of player in it… the club would be done for.”

They stare at you with wide eyes, having very much picked up on the aggression. The entire room is silent, you refuse to break eye contact, arms firmly crossed. ”Well, I mean…” The student stammers, but then, Leona himself speaks up for once. ”Did you not get her message? You need me to tell you to shut up instead?” He snaps, and they frantically shake their head, eyes fixed on the ground. You feel pride swelling in your chest, almost unable to hold back your smile.

”You know, Herbivore, if I needed a bodyguard I’d already have one.” He tells you later, in that same day. His tone has that snarky edge that feels like his default, but it’s much less pronounced than usual. You can even see a sort of softness in his eyes while he tries to play it cool. But needing and deserving are two different things, you think. As interactions like these repeat, with you defending him every time, you hope your message fully gets through to him, one day.

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[sammylkcho]

I have a jealous human seb request 👉👈, The highschool au is pretty cool maybe something with that? Or whatever u think works :)))

  ༷  ㅤ !    ﹢High School AU - Jealous, jealous   ִ     ੭

Did I end up creating an AU without realizing it? Yes. Am I now obsessed with human Seb and Y/N in these kinds of scenarios? definitely

Hope you like it, my dear anon! Btw, for the fans of Epic the Musical, I was inspired by certain scenes in the song Little Wolf heheh

Warnings/Notes: escena de pelea, golpes, physical insecurities, me inspiré en human painter en el Painter de Streamer AU, using pronuns she/her with Y/N (sorry :c)

You allowed yourself to lift your head from the desk as the bell rang, signaling the start of the first recess. At that precise moment, all your classmates sprang from their seats and bolted out of the room like wild animals, desperate to escape the classroom for even a second.

You waited until at least half of them had left to avoid being pushed and squeezed between their bodies just to get out yourself. After all, your entire group of friends was absent today, so there wasn’t anyone you were particularly waiting for.

“Get up. I don’t want the cafeteria to run out of empanadas,” Sebastian said.

You lazily glanced over your shoulder and saw him standing there, hands tucked into his sweater pockets, his messy, wavy black hair as unruly as ever, and his blue eyes sparkling with that peculiar glimmer they always seemed to have.

It had only been a few weeks since you’d started talking to him—or rather, since he started talking to you. It had surprised you when he chose to pair up with you for a group project, especially since your friend didn’t protest or complain about not doing the assignment together as you two usually planned.

And it just happened—you didn’t even know how you ended up getting closer to him. Once again, you were amazed that your social anxiety hadn’t caused you to say something stupid as it often did in so many situations.

A quick snap of fingers broke your trance, making you blink and focus on the tanned fingers in front of you.

You smiled and apologized before standing up to walk alongside him, leaving the classroom to head toward the place Sebastian’s stomach most desired: the cafeteria.

“How are your siblings?” you asked, trying to start a conversation to distract yourself from the overwhelming noise around you.

“They’re fine, though… my sister’s been annoying lately, and I have to be her poor victim. So unfair!” Sebastian complained, frowning dramatically.

His exaggerated gestures made you laugh. You always enjoyed hearing how he made every situation with his siblings seem over the top. There was never a dull story about them.

Hearing your laugh, Sebastian glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. A flush of warmth rushed to his cheeks, and his palms began to feel sweaty. He quickly looked away, pulling a childish face. Loverboy.

“Hey, I’m gonna head to the bathroom for a moment. Don’t wait too long for me,” you said, stepping slightly away from his side.

He gave you a confused look for a moment before snapping out of it and flashing you a lazy smile, giving you a thumbs-up in approval.

“Just don’t take too long. I won’t promise to leave anything half-eaten,” he called out, raising his voice to make himself heard over the growing crowd of students in the courtyard.

You walked off with a small “uh-huh” in confirmation, heading straight for the bathrooms. You hadn’t realized you’d been holding it in until your bladder gave you a signal that if you didn’t go now, there’d be a bit of trouble.

It was no secret that the girls’ bathroom always had at least five people inside, most of them standing in front of the mirrors for at least ten minutes. Luckily, you only needed to take care of business and wash your hands before heading back out.

You recognized three girls from your class in there and two others who you guessed were a year or two ahead of you.

You’d always felt a bit uncomfortable around them, especially since some of them drooled over Sebastian and fit the classic “queen bee” stereotype. Honestly, you never liked them.

You entered the stall without any issues and finished up quickly before heading to the sinks to wash your hands.

Catching your reflection in the mirror, you felt a twinge of self-consciousness as you took in your appearance. You felt uncomfortable with yourself. How could you even show up to school looking like this? How could you stand next to him when—

You shook your head quickly, pushing those intrusive thoughts aside as you hurriedly left the bathroom. You’d gotten better; you didn’t need to dwell on those things—at least not as much.

Your eyes widened as you stepped outside and saw the courtyard completely packed. It was almost impossible to make out individuals in the sea of students.

You began weaving through the crowd, narrowly dodging a small paper ball some boys had decided to use as a makeshift soccer ball.

Your eyes scanned every corner of the courtyard near the tables, searching for one specific person. It was challenging, considering almost everyone had black hair. But no matter—you’d find your favorite Chilean.

Your gaze landed on a head of snow-white hair, and a smile crept onto your face as you spotted Vincent Painter in the crowd. You knew full well that where Vincent was, Sebastian was sure to be close by.

You pushed your way through, tuning out the rest of the world as you zeroed in on those two specific people.

“Painter, Seb—” The words died in your throat in an instant, the air abruptly leaving your lungs as you felt a sudden force. A hand clamped down firmly on your shoulder.

A chill ran through your body from head to toe as your heart began pounding faster and faster. You forced yourself to relax enough to turn and see who had grabbed you like that.

“Clay.”

The name seemed to slip instantly from your lips as you turned to see who it was.

It might sound cliché to say it this way, but it was the number one bully, troublemaker, and overall pain in the ass for both students and teachers alike. Always bothering people in the most unpleasant ways just to have something to do—including you.

You’d struggled to turn him into background noise back in sophomore year. Every time a teacher publicly scolded you for being late or some other "important" issue, he was always there to rub it in, mocking you for every mistake.

"Busy?" he asked with fake interest, his hand still firmly gripping your shoulder.

"A little, yes, maybe. Actually doing something worthwhile, unlike some," you muttered the last part under your breath, quickly and quietly, cursing yourself a thousand times over the moment you realized what you'd said.

His grip on your shoulder seemed to tighten and grow more forceful. You’d struck a nerve.

"Why don’t you come hang out with me and my group for the rest of the break? We’re not as boring as some," he said, maintaining that same hypocritical tone.

His hand slid down until it rested around your shoulders, as if you were lifelong friends. The gesture made your skin crawl with disgust. You wanted to shove him away, to curse him out in every way possible, to give him the slap he’d deserved for ages.

Your mind screamed yes to all of those thoughts, but your body froze, paralyzed with fear of what might happen if you so much as moved an inch while he had his arm around you.

Your legs felt like they were bolted to the ground, refusing to respond to the demands your brain was frantically making. Even though no one else could clearly see it in that moment, it was humiliating.

"No, I’m busy—"

"Someone like you is never busy."

"SHIT, NO!" you yelled with all your strength. Before he could react, you jerked your shoulders forcefully, a sharp motion that broke his grip. You freed yourself and stepped back, your body trembling with pure adrenaline.

You exhaled all the air you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in, gasping desperately for the oxygen you’d been depriving yourself of. The suffocating feeling still lingered, especially after your outburst and the scene you’d unintentionally created in front of the other students.

The noisy schoolyard, which had been alive with chatter and laughter just moments ago, fell deathly silent at your shout. Those closest to you and Clay stood frozen, watching in stunned silence to see how the situation would unfold. Further back, murmurs started among the students, curious and uncertain about what had caused the commotion.

You looked at Clay, trembling, noticing how his muscles tensed and his eyes stayed locked on you, unyielding. Neither of you said anything, locked in a tense standoff, like a predator trying not to scare off its prey.

Time seemed to stop for a moment, the only sound being your heavy, shaky breaths if someone were to listen closely enough.

Then, you clearly saw his right hand—the same one that had been draped over your shoulders—rise aggressively toward you, giving you no time to react or process what was about to happen.

The blow landed hard and fast, a lightning strike of pain erupting like a volcano in your cheek and spreading through your entire head. Your vision blurred for a moment, a dull ringing filling your ears as the world around you tilted unsteadily.

You lost your balance, stumbling to the side. Your hands instinctively reached for the ground, but the force of the impact left your arms trembling under your weight. Your skin burned where his hand had struck, a searing sensation that seemed to etch the violence into your body.

"Stop acting like a wild animal toward me! You’re that guitarist’s lapdog, so act like it—"

His words were abruptly cut off when something struck him out of nowhere, silencing him mid-sentence.

You didn’t take the moment to lift your head and see what had happened; your mind was still struggling to process the words he’d just yelled at you.

“Who the hell threw a damn empanada at me?!” he roared, utterly agitated, his fury palpable from miles away.

“Who taught you to hit a woman like that?!”

A new voice broke into the scene, one you recognized instantly.

You wanted to lift your head, even just a little, but the wave of dizziness and trembling that overtook you made it almost impossible to move.

“Shh... Come on, get up slowly and carefully. Let me help you. That bruise looks nasty,” another voice said softly, this one closer to you.

They helped you up, letting you lean on them for support as you steadied yourself, focusing on placing one foot in front of the other. Squinting, you tried to make out who it was, though you already knew.

“Painter… Seb’s—” you murmured weakly, trying to get him to stop the sudden impulsiveness of the other man.

“I know. That idiot’s trying to act tough,” Painter cut you off, rolling his eyes at the unfolding situation.

“You want to put on a show for the whole school? Fine, Solace! Let’s see how you handle this!”

Clay’s voice sent a shiver down your spine as you watched the scene play out in front of you.

Clay was advancing, his steps slow but deliberate. Sebastian instinctively stepped back, trying to keep some distance, his eyes locked on Clay’s movements, searching for any clue of his intentions.

But the gap between them was closing rapidly, the circle of onlookers around them seeming to shrink with every passing moment. Each step back was a concession, and each step forward from Clay was a reminder of who was in control.

“DON’T BE A COWARD!”

That shout rang out like the toll of a bell, marking the inevitable start of what was about to happen.

Clay lunged forward, his fist raised, ready to land a solid blow. As he closed the last few inches between them, he swung with brutal force, grabbing Sebastian roughly and shoving him back. The shove was so forceful it left Sebastian struggling to regain his balance.

Sebastian didn’t waste a second to catch his breath. He recovered immediately, ignoring his body’s cries for rest; there was no time for that now.

“Uppercut him. NOW” Painter shouted, almost as agitated as Sebastian himself at the sight of his friend fighting.

Without hesitation, Sebastian followed Painter’s instruction.

His fist shot upward with calculated precision, aiming for his attacker.

The sound of the impact was the only thing that could be heard in the courtyard—a crack that left more than a few eyes wide at the sheer violence of the scene. Clay’s jaw snapped upward with the force of the punch, sending him stumbling back, reeling from the sudden blow.

Clay forced his gaze back toward Sebastian, his face twisted into a deranged grin full of rage.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the furious voice of a new arrival shattered the overwhelming silence of the courtyard.

“Solace and Torres! I want both of you in my office NOW!” bellowed the principal, his uncontrolled fury directed at the two named offenders.

. . . . . . . . . .

“That was stupid.”

Silence.

“Impulsive. Way too impulsive.”

Silence.

“Something you’d never do. Especially getting involved in something like this.”

Silence.

“Did I mention how much of an idiot you were?” You tightened the bandage around his palm.

“Ow!” he hissed, wincing at the sting from your touch.

You shot him a glare, still struggling to understand why his foolish mind had decided to intervene and start a fight—especially one that escalated so violently.

He avoided your eyes, turning his head to the side, causing strands of his dark hair to fall across his forehead like a curtain, partially obscuring his vision.

You let out an audible sigh, one that sounded more like an exasperated groan than anything else.

Your hand was still holding Sebastian’s as you finished wrapping the bandage. Even though his palm had small, raw scrapes, his touch was warm and comforting. A part of you didn’t want to pull away.

“I just… I felt awful seeing him hit you, and I couldn’t do anything. You didn’t deserve that—especially not from a guy like him!” he muttered, pressing his other palm against his cheek in frustration.

He looked endearing like this, grumbling while trying to explain why he’d felt the need to protect you from someone like that.

“Don’t worry about it anymore, okay? I’m fine, and so are you,” you reassured him, offering a soft smile.

A faint hum, something like an “mmh,” escaped his lips.

You laughed a little more at his antics, catching a brief glimpse of crimson red coloring his cheeks. How cute.

[ticklishfiend]

The Gaang Gets Zuko (ATLA)

lee!zuko , ler!gaang :P

A/N : im having sooo much fun with this show rn, esp having fun attacking zuko as much as possible LOL im going bonkers. there’s no clear story or plot in this one, just the gaang being silly and zuko getting to be silly with them :P

Summary : separate short stories of each member of the gaang tickling zuko (and one where Zuko actually gets one back, read to find out who hehe)

Word Count : 5139

hope u enjoy!! <3

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It was strange how relaxed Zuko was starting to feel. The air seemed easier to breathe these days, despite everything he knew they were all about to go through. But that’s just it. Zuko knows he’s not alone. He has people, good people, behind him. Though he misses his Uncle greatly, it keeps Zuko motivated to know Iroh would be proud to see how far he’s come since they’d been separated.

Things are looking up, despite it all, and Zuko’s especially happy he gets to feel that in good company.

“So, like this, right?” Aang asked, getting into position for the new firebending move Zuko’s trying to teach him. 

“Um…not quite,” Zuko walked behind him, grabbing his shoulders to gently adjust his stance. “You want your shoulders back a little more, it’ll help your balance. And you should have your waist turned a bit to the side, like this…” Zuko gently gripped onto Aang’s sides, but was startled at how quickly Aang jumped away with a surprised laugh.

“Aaah–tickles, tickles!” Aang giggled, rubbing the sensation away with his arms.

Zuko frowned with his hands on his hips, “Seriously? I barely touched you.”

Katara snickered as she watched them train, bending water in the air lazily like a fidget. “Aang’s more sensitive than most. Remember that wound your sister gave him on his foot? Yeah, that took way, way longer than it should have. He wouldn’t stop squirming.”

“It’s not my fault your water’s so tickly!” Aang cringed at the memory. He took a deep breath before turning back to Zuko, getting into position. “Okay, I’m ready this time. You just surprised me.”

Zuko lifted an eyebrow before trying again, this time with less giggly results. Zuko wasn’t used to such silliness when it came to training, but it was endearing to see Aang was comfortable enough with him to act like that (even if it was slightly annoying).

They trained for another 15 or so minutes before Zuko called for a break, ready for his pre-lunch meditation. He leaned down to gather some of his scattered things into a bag, not noticing the figure creeping up behind him. Before he knew it, Zuko felt two hands give quick pinches to his hip. “AH-! Ggghaha-!” a strangled giggle fell out of him before he could stop it, squirming out of the grip and whipping his body around.

Aang stood behind him with a grin and hands raised in surrender, “Sorry, I had to get you back for earlier.”

Zuko scowled with a pink face, trying very hard to ignore Katara giggling behind Aang. “But I wasn’t even trying to tickle you earlier,” he groaned, turning back around but keeping his guard up. “It’s unfair catching me off guard like that.”

“Yeah, but you gotta admit, that sound you just made was pretty funny,” Aang snickered, sitting down next to Katara and stealing some of her water to fidget with as well. 

Zuko sighed, turning around to hide his warm face. “Whatever, I’m gonna meditate. Don’t bother me unless it’s for lunch,” he said before walking out of their view to his normal meditation spot.

-

Zuko was sat on his bed reading a book Uncle had given him forever ago. Being on the run meant he never really had time to just sit and read (and maybe it was partly his pride that wouldn’t allow him to do something he deemed so lazy), but honestly it wasn’t half bad. Sure, he could be training right now, but everyone else seemed content doing their own thing so maybe that was okay for him too. Uncle always said proper relaxation was an important tool for a warrior to learn.

His reading time, however, was cut short when he heard a knock at his doorway. Zuko looked up to see Sokka peeking his head around the corner.

“You need something?” Zuko asked, sitting his book down on the bed.

“Well, I–uh…” Sokka cleared his throat shuffling awkwardly in the doorway. “I was just wondering if you would, uh–help me out with something? It’s nothing major! You really don’t have to if you don’t wanna, I know you’ve got a lot on your plate with, y’know, training the Avatar and everything, but like, I mean, if you maybe had the time–”

“Sokka,” Zuko interrupted his ramblings, holding the book up for him to see. “I’m not exactly doing anything important right now. I can do you a favor if you need it.”

Sokka sighed, “Okay, that’s good to hear because I really need your help right now,” he shuffled into Zuko’s room defeatedly, plopping himself next to the prince and throwing his head in his hands. “I think I sorta suck at hand-to-hand combat.”

Zuko nearly laughed at that. “Are you serious? You guys managed to take out every team I threw at you, and you think you’re bad at combat?”

“Yeah, but that was when I had everybody with me! You know, benders?!” Sokka sighed, “I’m not a bender, so having them with me to fight is like, insanely helpful. But…what if I end up alone at the next battle? What if I lose my sword? I’ll be useless! I need to know how to fight with my fists at least a little before we go out there.”

All this did was confuse Zuko even more. “Your girlfriend is a Kyoshi Warrior. Why aren’t you asking her for help? She’s the only other non-bender on the team, it seems pretty obvious.”

Sokka blushed and turned his head away, “Well that’s…actually part of it,” he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, “She’s so good at combat. And she’s a great teacher, don’t get me wrong! Everything I know about fighting, it came from her. But…I feel so stupid. We spar all the time, but she’s the one teaching me the moves, she knows what strategy I’m gonna take! I kinda…I wanna impress her during our next spar. Maybe show her something she hasn’t seen me do before,” Sokka looked up at Zuko with an unsure face. “I thought maybe you could teach me a thing or two?”

Zuko just stared for a moment, thinking it over. Sokka had that puppy-dog look on his face he always gets when he’s trying to win someone over…unfortunately for Zuko, he’s really good at that face. 

Zuko sighed, rubbing a hand over his face before standing and making his way towards the door. “I can’t promise it’ll help you any. I’m better at fighting with my bending than just plain combat. You’re already in good hands with Suki.”

Sokka jumped up, following behind Zuko like a puppy. “I know, but I just wanna see if it helps,” he wrapped an arm around the back of Zuko’s neck as they walked, the boy in question not acknowledging the touch whatsoever. “Can’t hurt to try, right?”

Zuko peeked an eye towards Sokka. “Whatever.”

They found an open area to spar, somewhere away from everyone else so no one could spill the “secret” to Suki. Not like anyone actually cared, but Sokka insisted this was the best move to make. 

They fought for a while, Sokka showing off the moves he learned from Suki, and Zuko trying to teach him anything that popped into his head that Sokka might not already know. But…the spar wasn’t really turning out the way Zuko had envisioned before they started.

Sokka was actually really good at this. Like, stupid good. Way better than he had given himself credit for just about an hour ago. He’d already pinned Zuko probably 5 times, and Zuko only got him down once. It was sorta embarrassing. Zuko kept reminding himself that the guy had been trained by a literal Kyoshi warrior, so it shouldn’t be that surprising.

Still, though. It did take a tiny blow to his ego that the guy asking him for training was practically kicking his butt right now.

“Woohoo! Down for the count again!” Sokka whooped from behind Zuko. The boy was pinned on his front, arms behind his back.

“I thought you wanted help,” Zuko wheezed, twisting his wrists in Sokka’s hold to no avail. “Now it feels like you just wanted bragging rights,” he mumbled.

Sokka didn’t say anything. Actually, he just kept looking down at Zuko with this look. His eyes a little wide, his lips sucked behind his teeth. 

You’re kidding. You’re kidding.

“Are you serious?!” Zuko yelled, starting to actually fight under Sokka’s hold now that he felt thoroughly pissed off. “Why would you lie about that?! You could’ve just asked for a spar!”

Sokka stammered, “Well, I was serious at first! I wasn’t lying! I really did want your help!” He paused, baring his teeth a little in guilt. “Buuuut…after we started sparring, I realized I was way better than I thought I was. I don’t know why, but I just kinda figured you’d be able to take me down with no trouble! You’re like, royally trained or something, right?”

Zuko frowned, “Yeah. I am,” he said. “In firebending.”

Sokka’s brows shot up. “Oh yeaaaah. Didn’t really think about that,” he chuckled nervously.

A beat passed in silence before both of them realized Sokka was still on top of him. Zuko twisted his wrists in Sokka’s hands, “Well? Are you gonna get off me?”

“I don’t really trust you not to turn me into bacon right now.”

“Sokka.”

Sokka laughed, “Y’know, it’s kinda funny if you think about it. Last year I used to run from you, and now I’ve got you literally pinned under me. I mean, really, it just writes itself!”

Zuko groaned, pressing his forehead to the floor. “You are…beyond annoying.”

“I’m just saying, if I had all this Kyoshi training last year, we might not even be here right now. Or maybe you’d have joined our group back then, after seeing how much of an asset to the team I am!” Sokka teased, pressing his body weight against Zuko’s arms so he could flex a muscle in Zuko’s eyeshot. 

Then, Sokka went quiet for a moment. Suspiciously quiet. Zuko was not a fan of his disadvantage right now. 

“Hey, who’s that fire nation girl that’s always hanging around your sister? You know, the one that can paralyze people?”

Zuko sighed, “That would be Ty Lee. Get off.”

“Yeah, Ty Lee! Man, it’d be so cool if she wasn’t the worst,” Sokka adjusted his grip a bit, like he was trying to get a better hold for something. What in the world is he planning?! “I bet I could learn a thing or two from that girl, strengthen up my fighting style a bit,” Sokka shrugged, “Eh, I bet I could be self taught. I just gotta find the right nerve…”

Before Zuko could even process what he was talking about, Sokka started poking up and down Zuko’s open sides, using one finger to poke one side, then the other, then back again. Over and over and over. 

“G-GaAH!” Zuko’s body jumped under the assault, squirming under his hold. “N-No, Sokka, let me–gohoho!” He giggled involuntarily, trying his best to hide his face in the floor while also trying to jerk away from Sokka’s ticklish hold.

“No, hold on, I think I’m getting the hang of this!” Sokka teased, poking up into Zuko’s ribs. Zuko couldn’t help the squeaky giggles falling from his lips, it was mortifying. He kicked his legs out behind Sokka like it would do anything, but with how good the boy had gotten at these warrior pins, Zuko didn’t stand a chance.

“S-stohohop! This is sohoho–ahaha so stuhupid!” Zuko cackled, writhing when he felt Sokka start pinching at his bony ribs. He could feel his face growing warmer by the second, horribly embarrassed by how easily Sokka can drag him into his playful little games.

“Okay, okay, just oneeee more thing,” Sokka said before bringing his hand up to flutter soft fingers against Zuko’s neck and ears. Crapcrapcrapcrap that really tickles. Zuko immediately fell into the most disgusting, high-pitched, girly-ish giggles he’s ever produced. It. Was. Terrible.

“Nohoho! Come ohohon! This is–ahaha this is so unfahahair!” Zuko whined, pulling against the hands holding him hostage. “This is assahahault!”

Sokka cackled at that, finally letting go of his very ticklish victim. He stood and backed away enough to let Zuko catch his breath, wiping a mirthful tear from his eye.

“You–pfff!! You’re so ticklish! Who woulda guessed that?!” Sokka laughed, practically doubled over in it. Zuko grumbled on the ground, sitting up and stretching his arms.

“And you are so childish,” he groveled, before launching at Sokka while he wasn’t paying attention. He grabbed around the boy’s waist and brought him to the ground with an ‘oof!’, the pair roughing it out for a moment before Zuko got the upper hand (Sokka was still laughing too much to put up a real fight). On the ground, Zuko had him trapped in a reverse bear hug, finding an opening near Sokka’s stomach to dig his own fingers in and make Sokka howl.

“Say you’re sorry!” Zuko grunted, trying to avoid a head butt from Sokka’s frantic squirming. “Say it!”

“AAAHH! AAAHAhahaha! I’m–! I’m ssssahahahah!” Sokka cackled, struggling to find the words with fingers digging incessantly into his stomach. Even in his wild state, Sokka could tell Zuko wasn’t very used to this, his tickling-style a little more rough than what he’s used to with the others. But luckily for Zuko, Sokka was a little too ticklish for it to actually affect anything.

“What? You can dish it but you can’t take it?!” Zuko fired back with his usual angry tone, though it was really hard to take seriously when he started pinching at Sokka’s side so viciously. 

“I cahaha–! It’s tooohohohoo–! AAAHH-!" Sokka's screaming laugh echoed through the temple, his head jerking back and forth. Zuko's fingers were getting tired, and this whole thing felt so stupid, but it was the principle of the thing! This is...how it works, right?

Zuko kept tickling despite not really knowing what he was doing, avoiding flailing limbs and a jerking head all the while. And right, right before he was about to just call it quits, he heard a cough from just outside his peripheral.

The pair froze, Zuko feeling his entire face grow warm in the matter of seconds. They both turned their heads slowly to see Suki standing there with her arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in question.

"You two having fun in here?" Suki asked through a smile, clearly on the verge of laughing. Zuko dropped Sokka like a sack of potatoes, standing up quickly with a finger pointed right at Sokka.

“He started this! He attacked me first, but–but I got out! And then he started laughing, and, I mean–it was so stupid! This is so stupid!” Zuko yelled in embarrassment, throwing his hands up to cover his whole face.

Suki giggled and walked over towards her boyfriend on the ground. “Aw, did the big mean firebender get you?” She teased a frowning (and blushing) Sokka. Suki held out her hand to him, “Come on, get up.”

Sokka took it with a scowl, refusing to make eye contact with Zuko. At least, until Sokka remembered how this whole thing started, his whole demeanor lighting up in an instant. “Oh you’ll never believe this. I beat Zuko. In a spar,” he whooped, looking over towards the firebending to find him scowling with his arms crossed. “Actually, it was like ten!”

“Six. It was just six,” Zuko squinted at Sokka in contempt.

“Okay, but six is still a lot compared to your one win,” Sokka boasted, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend.

Suki pulled herself out of his hold, “Uh, sure, but I think after what I saw, Zuko’s still the winner here,” she said, shooting an affirming smile Zuko’s way. 

Sokka dropped his jaw, “What?! But–But I beat him! Like, TONS of times?!” He exclaimed, “And I’m the one that started that! I tickled Zuko first, he totally went down!”

“When I was already pinned!” Zuko argued, angry he couldn’t make his blush fade any faster.

Suki sucked her teeth, “Sokka, if you started this, that’s even worse,” she shrugged. “You cheated. Zuko’s clearly the winner here, he just finished what you started” Suki pat Sokka’s back, shooting Zuko an empathetic look. “Sorry my boyfriend’s so childish. If you ever want a real spar, you know where to find me.”

Zuko looked surprised, really expecting her to tease him like everybody else did. “Oh, uh…yeah, whatever. Sure.”

Suki smiled, taking Sokka by the shoulders and walking him off. Zuko could hear her scolding as they walked away, “Next time we spar, I’ll show you how a real warrior cheats.”

Zuko wasn’t really sure how to take that. In fact, he decided it was probably best to ignore whatever that meant. Instead, he just grabbed his bag and tried forgetting this whole embarrassing mess ever happened.

–

“Zuko, I’m so sorry! I’m so so so sorry, I never meant for this to happen!” Aang practically cried behind Zuko, his words muffled under the hands he used to cover his mouth in guilt. “If you never wanna train me again, I’d understand. I just…I’m so sorry. I’m so—”

“Aang, it’s fine. I already told you it’s fine,” Zuko sighed, propping his bare foot up on the stool of earth Toph made for him. “Believe me, I’ve been burned way worse than this.”

“But that’s different!” Aang cried, falling on his butt to hide his face in his knees. “I can’t believe I burned someone. Again.”

“You’re still learning. It happens,” Zuko winced when Katara took hold of his ankle to get a better look at the burn. “Trust me, I burned a few of my trainers when I was growing up too. It’s just part of firebending. Once you’ve mastered it, you won’t have to worry about it anymore.”

Aang lifted his head with a sniffle. “Yeah…I guess you’re right,” he sighed. “Still feel bad, though.”

“As long as it doesn’t affect your training going further, I really don’t care,” Zuko shrugged, leaning back against his hands.

“That’s a little rude, don’t you think?” said Katara, popping the cork from her water bottle.

“Not really. I don’t care. I’m fine, and Aang will be too,” Zuko said, before gasping as Katara let the healing water wash over his feet. He jerked his foot back off the stool, making Katara raise an eyebrow.

“Zuko?” She looked down at the empty stool. “Kinda need your foot for this.”

Aang lit up, the smile finally returned to his face when he realized with a giggle, “I forgot! Zuko’s ticklish!”

“I am not! It just surprised me!” Zuko argued, throwing his foot back on the stool with confidence (though the pout he sported said otherwise).

Katara snickered, holding her water up so Zuko could see. “Well it’s a good thing you aren’t ticklish then, cause Aang could barely sit still last time I did this to him.”

“Yeah, Toph nearly had to earthbend my hands to the ground to keep me from moving,” Aang nodded, clearly feeling more chipper than a moment ago. Zuko cringed at the thought, shaking his head to clear it from overthinking.

“That will not be necessary,” Zuko huffed. “Just get to it, I’ll be fine. We need to get back to training.”

Katara shrugged, bringing the water to his foot and starting the healing process. Zuko immediately gasped again, his foot nearly jerking off the stool. He caught himself this time, but no one in the room missed the flinch.

Well, except for Toph, but only out of technicality’s sake.

“Your hearts racing, Sparky,” Toph sang, never missing an opportunity to tease their resident grump.

“Shut up, Toph,” Zuko said through bared teeth, straining himself to keep from letting a giggle slip. He squirmed in his seat, toes clenching and unclenching involuntarily. If he can just get through this without cracking, there’ll be nothing for these weirdos to tease him about. He can do this.

“Y’know, you should probably breathe soon. Don’t want you dying on us while I’m healing you,” Katara said, looking up from her water at Zuko’s puffed cheeks and pink face. He’d been too focused to even realize he was holding his breath in the first place. Slowly, Zuko exhaled through his nose before flinching hard again at a more solid sensation in the center of his foot.

“Grrk–!” Zuko jumped, scowling at Katara who started snickering.

“Sorry, my finger slipped,” she grinned, making the other two start giggling at his expense. 

“It’s really okay if you need to laugh, Zuko,” said Aang. “There’s no way I could’ve held it in like you are.”

“I said I’m fine. It doesn’t even…” Zuko huffed, the water finding a particularly sensitive spot right at the worst time possible, making him growl through a giggle. He shut his eyes tight, “Juhust shut up.”

–

At first, his days in the air on Appa were something Zuko wasn’t sure he would ever get used to. He had to admit, it was definitely cool getting to ride a sky-bison thousands of feet in the air after he’d been told his whole life the species had gone extinct with the rest of the air-benders. There was some excitement to it the first couple rides he got to experience.

But after about the fifth time, it was really starting to get old.

“I thought I knew what boredom felt like when I was out camping with Uncle, but this is really something else,” Zuko groaned, throwing his head over the side of the saddle.

“Zukoooo, remember what I keep telling you about the positive attitude?” Aang reminded him from Appa’s head, steering the bison in what felt like the same direction for hours.

“No, he’s right. This is super boring,” Sokka whined, picking at Appa’s fur with a pout.

“Don’t you guys ever, I don’t know…play any games while you’re up here?” Zuko asked, feeling a little silly about it. Playing games was so childish, but it seemed to fit this group’s whole vibe pretty well. Couldn’t hurt to ask, right?

“Yeah we used to, until Toph took it too seriously one time and Katara banned fun,” Sokka shot a look at his sister, who scoffed at the mention.

“Um, I did not ban fun. I banned Pushies,” Katara corrected him with a squint.

“Ah, Pushies. The good ole days when having a laugh wasn’t forbidden by Her Highness,” said Toph, nearly making Katara blow a fuse.

Zuko hated to ask, but this was the most entertained he’d felt in the past two hours. With an incredulous look, he asked, “What’s Pushies?”

“It was the best,” Sokka sighed like he was daydreaming. “Toph and I would push each other back and forth until one of us got too scared and called quits.”

“Which I never did, by the way–”

“Uh, not true! You know you called quits that one time-”

“Because you nearly pushed me off Appa!”

“Not true AGAIN! You couldn’t see it, but you were totally fine-”

“Oh so because I’m blind it’s my fault they won’t let us play Pushies anymore?!”

“That’s not what I meant-!”

“GUYS!” Aang shouted, throwing a stern look over his shoulder towards the group. The pair went silent before both slouching back against the saddle. “No. Pushies.”

They both grumbled to themselves, but ultimately decided it wasn’t worth the fight. Zuko looked to the sky at their bickering, thankful his temper wasn’t like it used to be.

“Games other than Pushies exist, you know. We just have to make one up,” he suggested, sitting criss-crossed to face the group. 

“Did you play any games on that murder-ship you used to ride?” Katara asked with a tone, her mood clearly a bit dampened.

Zuko grimaced, “I was kinda too focused on capturing Aang for games back then.” Zuko sighed, throwing his head and arms back over the saddle to stare into the sky. “Forget it. Let’s just go back to sitting in silence.”

It seemed like the rest of the group agreed, because for the next few minutes that’s exactly what they did. The wind whistling in their ears was the only sound to focus on.

That is, until Zuko felt something tweak his side, making him squeak an awful sound. He whipped his head around to find everyone suspiciously not looking at him. Sokka picked at his fingers, Katara seemed a little too interested in the cloth of her dress, and Toph…well, she looked straight ahead, but that was to be expected.

Zuko fumed, “Who did that?”

Sokka looked up from his fingers, “Hm? Who did what?”

Oh, Zuko was so onto them. Pointing a finger at Sokka with a squint, “Don’t. Do it. Again.” He said sternly, before turning back around towards the sky. Zuko swore he could hear them snickering behind him, but hoped that would be the end of it.

Another minute went by with nothing, and for some reason Zuko really thought he evaded trouble with that intimidation move he pulled. Clearly he didn’t know this group well enough yet.

Another tweak to his side, this one closer to his ribs this time. Anything near his ribs always made him flinch hard, his elbow shooting down to cover the area with a giggly shout. Zuko growled when he faced them, “Seriously, who’s doing this?!” They all looked up at him like they were clueless. He’s gonna kill them. “Answer me!”

Finally, he heard Toph giggle, clearly unaffected by his little hissy fit. “It was me. Both times, actually,” she grinned, throwing a leg over her knee. “What, you gonna do something about it?”

Zuko’s jaw locked forward, feeling like he was breathing smoke out of his nose. His hands clenched beside him, telling himself it would probably not be the “right thing” throwing this twelve year old over the side of Appa.

With a grumble, he fixed his face and looked up to the sun above him. “You people are crazy.” Zuko crossed his arms and slumped against the saddle, decidedly not turning away from Toph this time. Everyone got a chuckle out of that, even Aang.

“No, I think Toph’s the crazy one,” he chuckled, smiling over his shoulder. “The rest of us are pretty normal, right?”

Zuko deadpanned Aang’s way. “No.”

Toph crawled over beside Zuko, who nearly flinched at her presence. “Lighten up, Sparky! Remember what Aang said? Positive attitude?” She accentuated Aang’s words with more tweaks to Zuko’s side, these far more ticklish now that she doesn’t have to hide it. Zuko jumped with a giggly shout, trying hard to hide his side with his elbow, but that just made Toph reach around his back to get his other side.

“Gah-! N-Nohoho!” He complained, pushing at her hands and face. “Quihit!”

“Cmooon I’m bored! This is the most entertained I’ve been in hours!” Toph tickled into Zuko’s ribs as she talked, making him fall over on his side in giggles. He kept pushing at her with his hands, but his stupid body kept betraying him, his elbows shooting down to cover the area too much to really fight back.

“Toph-! Tohohoph!” Zuko squealed, everyone around laughing at his funny noises. These people are the worst. “Gahaha! Get her ohoff mehehe!” He cackled, feeling her fingers vibrate into his ribs and stomach at the same time. Zuko’s eyes were scrunched tight in mirth, feeling silly and stupid and ticklish.

“This is too good. You sound like a girl!” Toph laughed, poking into his side like a typewriter. Zuko couldn’t stop giggling, flipping over on his stomach to crawl away (though he didn’t have much room, cramped on this stupid saddle with the rest of these freaks). He opted for crawling as close to Katara as he could get, praying she’d take pity on him and make Toph stop embarrassing him already.

Katara chuckled, “Okay, I think he’s had enough,” grabbing for Toph’s wrist (her hand still trying to worm it’s way under Zuko’s armpit) Katara pulled Toph away from Zuko as he slumped close to her side panting.

“Aweee, what?! I was just getting started!” Toph whined, making another grabbing motion in Zuko’s general direction that had him flinching with a squeak.

“You heard her, quit it!” Zuko griped, trying to silently maneuver himself as far from Toph as possible without her hearing. It was like a game of cat and mouse, Toph listening for any subtle sound Zuko made for her to launch her free arm in his direction, making him zip out of her reach before she could grab him. 

“Cut it out, this is ridiculous!” Zuko complained, getting behind Sokka and gripping his shoulders like a human shield. “Ha! How ‘bout that, shortstack?!” 

“Hey! Don’t rope me into this–AHH! NO! NONONOHohohoho!!” Sokka fell over on his side in giggles the moment Katara let go of Toph’s arm, the shorter girl launching for his sides.

“This’ll do for now!” Toph cheered, digging into Sokka’s waist with her rough fingers and making him howl. “I’ll catch you eventually, Sparky! Just wait til I’m finished with him!” she grinned wickedly, Sokka losing his mind just below her.

“But you already—! Gah, forget it,” Zuko sighed, crawling silently over beside Katara to hopefully avoid getting involved in that mess again. “She’s ruthless.”

Katara giggled, shooting Zuko a smile, “You get used to it.”

-

Zuko caught himself smiling at dinner. It was weird, usually when he smiled, it felt like an intentional move. Smiling to convince someone he’s happy, or smiling to fake innocence. But tonight…he started smiling before he even realized he was doing it.

Aang was telling some silly story from over 100 years ago, something from his childhood before all this. It was a stupid story, something Zuko would’ve found himself scoffing at if he had heard it even just a few months ago.

But things are good now. He felt good. Happiness came easy to him, like breathing or pulling fire from his hands. Zuko never thought he’d get to feel this again after everything he’d gone through, but these weirdos just had a way with him.

Something about these people, his friends, was always able to make him smile. They were annoying. They’re loud. They’re way too touchy, and always in his personal space. Like now, with Toph curled against his side as she laughed along to Aang’s story.

And yet? Zuko’s come to be okay with that. He’s come to like it about them, as crazy as it sounds. 

The fire he sat in front of now didn’t have to be a threat. It was home.

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A/N : i was all over the place writing this LMAO hope yall like it anyways cause it was fun to write!! pls consider reblogging if u enjoyed!! <3

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Prompts 7-11 with Spot

As much as I love the body swap trope I know that's not everyones cup of tea (and also i feel lazy with keeping the cause vague SOBS)

Speed running the first group of tropes for spot LMAO

UNREQUITED LOVE

He couldnt face you now that hes.. become this.. thing. Hes not even sure hes still allowed to call himself human. The fact that he had been shunned by just about everyone only reinforces that he keep his feelings for you to himself. Its unfair, it's terrible. He wants nothing more than to be by your side and continue on the life the two of you had together before the collider incident. He stays up most nights wondering if you'd welcome him into your life if he let himself in.. hes considered inviting himself into your home on at least one occasion. He sticks to the background watching you live out your life in peace without him

MUTUAL PINING

Except you werent living your life in peace, as far as you knew the man you had harbored feelings for died in the explosion that night. You've heard whispers that he was still alive, just no longer.. someone you'd recognize. You never tried to see if the rumors were true, too scared to get your hopes up only for them to be shattered. You used to work together, coworkers. You beat yourself up for not telling him how you felt before everything. Unbeknownst to you, Ohnn would feel the same as he kept tabs on you, never quite finding the right time to reveal himself to you. He loved you more than anything but you're the last person in his life who still loves him.. even if hes unaware. Youre his only friend who hasnt turned their back on him, simply because he never gave you the chance to do so

DRUNKEN CONFESSION

His crush on you was no secret, by the way. If it wasnt obvious that he had the hots for you, he had confessed it to one of his friends when the pair went out to get drinks to celebrate the success of the collider. He had gone out with a group of people actually, and you were there. At least for some point and perhaps out of ear shot as he rambled on about how much the poor man yearned for you. He seems like the type to cry when drunk, hes probably getting his tears all over the counter and he has to be sent home before he can try to make any moves on you

SHARING CLOTHES

Sometimes he likes to steal your clothing. Sure he doesnt need clothes but wearing them makes him feel a little bit more normal. Usually he takes jackets and hats, but if you go behind his back and get clothes that are more his style and size hes going to be over the moon.. whether it be brand new clothes or thrifted, hes going to stop walking around the house nude/hj

He totally doesnt keep stealing your clothes because you smell nice...

DOMESTIC

Spot isnt the neatest person, living in a sort of chaotic state although at least his messes usually have a system. So unless you already live like that you better be ready for your home to get a little less tidy. Not to worry because it's never going to get gross.. hes never going to leave food out or anything like that. A bit of a stickler when it comes to your end of the chores being done, you're allowed to return the same energy when he doesnt keep up with his share.. he can be a bit of a hypocrite sometimes..

[cozy-earthbaby]

3 of a Soul - (part 3)

(Repost)

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(A/N - Everyone is over 18 to make life easier)

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Jason was pissed.

There was nothing really else about it.

It started with Replacement.

Jason had asked him the check out a new cafe that had popped up close to his turf that was giving him all the wrong vibes. Just standing outside the place made Jason's skin crawl and the pits go wild. Obviously, there was something wrong with the place, and who beast to sus it out than the most paranoid of the Bats? So far so good. Then Tim kept going back, and not even going back to investigate. No. He was gone for hours in there just enjoying himself and getting unrelated work done.

That really set Jason's mood off.

So, what did he do?

He got Dicky involved.

Who then dragged along Demon Brat.

Surely, they would get to the bottom of what was going on, right?

Wrong.

They had become just as bad as Tim! Dick was even stopping in there as Nightwing before patrols and getting a drink to go. It was getting ridiculous! And it was pissing Jason off to no end.

That's how he found himself standing outside the cursed establishment, swearing to himself as his brothers eagerly pushed him to the door.

"Come on, little wing! This place is great! Just wait till you meet the boys. Danny is a riot! and Pete is such a sweety. They're great!!! Oh. and maybe you'll get to see Ro! They're something else I tell ya! Trust me. You'll love it in there." Dick was clambering on as they neared.

"I swear Dicky. If you make me regret coming here, I'm putting glitter in your shoes." Jason grumbled out bitterly.

"Todd, don't be immature. Danny is harmless, Peter is amiable, and Ro is respectable. There is no need for you to act like a child." Damien chastised in a bored tone.

"Amiable? Respectable? Don't let them hear you say that! You won't hear the end of it." Tim teased out, clearly excited to enter the cafe.

The bell let out a chime as the four of them walked in the door.

Jason immediately felt the pits both rise up and curl into itself. Looking around, he locked eyes with the cause, and the cause looked back. Time seemed to stop, and Jason couldn't take his eyes off the man before him as he approached the counter. He was pale, almost sickly, a tad shorter than Tim but taller than Damien, with impossibly dark hair, eye bags, and the brightest blue eyes Jason had ever seen. His presence both demanded attention and demanded for one to look away. The world froze as their eyes met, eyes matching eyes, the eyes of predators. A lazy grin and a cocked brow rested on the young man's face, looking almost excited. A challenge. A challenge Jason didn't know if he could win. Fear. Jason was seeing green.

"Don't even think about it!" A feminine voice called out, stern and authoritative. From the back came a tall strawberry blonde, standing in what could be described as a 'scolding mom' pose. A handsome young man with chestnut hair and sweet honey doe eyes stood next to them, amused smirk on his face. "Danny. We talked about this."

Like a broken spell, the world returned to normal, not a bit of green to be seen. The pits had gone quiet.

Jason almost felt... at peace.

The young man seemed to deflate into a dramatic sigh. The intimidating aura that was coming from him all but vanished, breaking the illusion of whatever that was.

" But Rooooo! He's perfect! Look at him! Just one little fight, please?? I promise I won't break anything." Danny wined out as he lazily gestured to the group of boys, all but Jason clearly amused.

"No means no, Danny, you heard them! Sorry about Danny, we just got him to stop biting people. Sometimes he forgets." The other boy sang out. His New York accent was strong and playful. The friendly tease caused a snort from Jason's brothers and a dramatic gasp from Danny.

"Petey! 'Att's so unfair! I was just gonna great the guy! Just a little friendly fight!" Danny whined out, flopping onto the other man. "I wasn' gonna be doin anything too crazy! Swear!"

Peter flicked Danny's head, earning a groan. Blinking away his confusion, Jason couldn't help his smile with a chuckle, the two of them were strangely charming how they acted off each other. Dick was right, they were kinda funny to watch. An apologetic smile was sent his way. "Sorry again about that. Name's Peter, this is Ro, and you've met Danny."

"No problem Peter! This is our brother Jason, it's his first time. Jay here heard that we were big fans of the place, and he just had to come with us and check it out!" Dick, by some greater power was ever the social butterfly, decided now was the best time to be laying the charm on thick as he wrapped an arm around Jason. Ro gave a nod before returning to the back. Peter took his place next to Danny behind the counter.

"Nice! Still. Sorry again. Now, what can we get you boys?" The New York accent taking on a friendly, almost playful tone, as his doe eyes crinkled with his smile. The pink on this brother's faces did not go unnoticed by Jason. Interesting.

"The usual for us, Jay will take a Special." Dick said with a wink.

"Awesome! One special order and three regulars coming right up!" Peter rung them up, then dragged Danny to the back, who complained the whole way.

"Tch. Danny is defiantly an idiot. Drake, you need better taste. " Damien said with no real malice.

"He's not so bad once you get talking to him. He's just got some weird thing about trying to fight people right as he meets them. Peter swears it's just how things are back home for him. I don't know. It's kind of funny to see." Tim spoke as his face reddened. Defiantly Interesting.

Jason decided to keep how Danny effected the pits to himself for now.

Guess Jason will be returning to this cafe as well.

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[rudystree]

Here's the thing!

Fandoms are always childish and entitled with a bunch of people that act like brats when it comes to plot points and actors. Obx is no different which is very evident with the outburst after the finale.

Fans needs to learn that things they dislike or disagree with doesn't equally unprofessionalism.

Fandoms are an echo chamber though and people lose perspective and grip on reality. It's very obvious when it comes to all the hate Rudy receives. It's completely unfair and unfounded but fans encourage eachother and legitimates it.

It's pathetic and childish if you ask me.

I do think it was always the plan that JJ would die. I don't think it was just because Rudy wanted to quit but I think it happened now because Rudy didn't want to continue on. And honest good for him. Outer banks has become significantly worse and I think less is more when it comes to this kind of tv shows. I understand people are sad and disappointed with him leaving but it's not stanger or surprising. Many main actors leave after a few seasons when they want to move one. I doesn't matter if its just one more season and he doesn't own it to anyone, regardless what fans think. He doesn't own the fans or the series anything beyond the contract and he didn't renew.

I can't comprehend how people don't understand that. I think the drama bts definitely influenced his decision but in all honesty leaving now rather than later was better for him anyway. It's not gonna be any better next season plot wise. I find outer banks wildly entertaining but the quality is not the same aa it was.

As for JJ they did him dirty by making him act way too reckless and stupid in the beginning of part 1. But I've seen people suggest they should have let him go on a surfing trip alone or travel the world (instead of killing him) and that's not only out of character but extremely lazy in my opinion. I don't mind the death at all I prefer the angst and sadness but the arc in part 1 especially felt lazy.

Killing him his heart breaking and I'm not super fond of them expressing clear depression and even suicidal tendencies only to kill him but it was the best option imo. It feels alot more honorable then let JJ go on a trip.

His death was sad and his arch was sad but I feel like that was always his destiny (I felt like it from season 1) he's my favourite character but I'm alot happier with him dying than going on a stupid trip.

That being said I wish the scene was different with all them present and not as quick. I wanted pope and john b there but no these writters think romance is more interesting and worth it than friendship despite the core of outer banks.

Finally Rudy killed part 2. He gave it his all in every scene and showed how much dedication he has. I love him and I think he can go so far.

I think jj and kiara could have been handled a bit better from all parts but I always prefered them as friends and wish the only coulpe was Sarah and John B. Maybe that's why i don't care about the lack of jijara and the drama off screen.

They shouldn't have been canon on the first place.

Thank you for being a sane voice. I've blocked at least 10 accounts already!

Perfectly said. Thank YOU for being a sane voice! God knows this fandom needs it.

Rudy did kill it. And as you say, he doesn’t owe anyone anything beyond his contractual obligations which he went above and beyond to fulfil.

The only thing I disagree with is that his death (or rather the way they executed it) was the best option. I understand the writers had a tough call to make in last-minute decisions. But I feel like they couldn’t have given him a worse ending. I always felt his arc was supposed to be one of healing - healing from his trauma, finding family in his friends, learning to be more responsible, more stable, more accepting of love. For many domestic abuse survivors and troubled teens, JJ was a beacon of hope for a better future. I hate the “it was destiny, he was doomed anyway” narrative, even if that’s exactly what the writers argue. They spend his last episodes completely destroying his sense of identity, making him spiral, breaking the peace with his friends, making him depressed/suicidal, and then quickly killing him for no reason. They say they want to convey messages of “never give up!” but JJ never gave up and he still got murdered at the hands of his only real family member. And you’re right — they wanted to sell that dramatic Jiara goodbye instead of giving some closure for the other Pogues who only reunited with him after it was already too late. But not even Jiara fans are happy about it, because how tf did she never even kiss him? How the fuck did she just stand there while her love had a knife stuck in his abdomen? Where the hell is season 1 Kiara? Because that wasn’t her. I don’t know, I’m still angry. Probably always will be.

[yuseirra]

Mhm, I try hard to sync up with the characters I draw to portray them better, I have to not just think of it in a logical standpoint but actually feel something similar to what they would to do it.

When it comes to a series that has songs, those tend to really help!

I've been staring at Hikaru for three months now (but to be honest, he's just particles. There aren't any whole pieces of the puzzle. I believe I really made do with everything I could piece together and it's been pretty fun, he's.. a character left to the author in the end though I guess.) what I consider to be a piece a bit.. solid and whole enough would be.. the songs, really. He's so confusing.

So in order to make sense of him again and reinterpret him so that i can work with him again, I went back and listened to Fatal again yesterday, right? (I take these very seriously!! I'm a good student!)

I jotted those feelings Fatal left me this time. Feelings are fleeting~ it can become different every time! Let's see if what I make of it might be explored later!! I see people are certain that he's dead, but I actually don't think he is because???? It's just super lazy writing and it's not just unfair to him but to Ai. WHAT ABOUT AI OMG. SHE WANTED TO SAVE HIM. That's why I drew them in the first place??? Because that was brought up as another end goal as a plot point. That's how I see it. He looks very much he'd rot away and die but it's so dumb if he does right now. Then I can officially call this a dumb story because why make Ai say that?? No, so it has to be touched better than Aqua just downright dunking him into the sea when the guy keeps saying "I didn't do anything."<he really DID not acknowledge having done anything yet and Aqua did not bring any clear proof!!! There should have been some if we want to see the man fall to his demise. But we don't SEE ANY even while he's being dragged off by those black thingies, it's puzzling. Just him imagining him smiling together with Ai till the very end while also making one very crazy statement. What should I make of this.

I digressed, Here's my raw feelings I felt upon Fatal this time~~wonder if you could relate with me? :)

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Wow… but it's really amazing…

If what I'm feeling right now is correct, what Fatal is expressing is such an overwhelming emotion…

It's incredibly sad.

How can someone endure such feelings? Honestly, it's better to just die than live with this. Kamiki should have really died, but for some reason, they couldn't, and they just kept on living, saying, "I can't die yet," while doing something. And that's how they went insane.

This is truly an emotion that one cannot live with. It's so tormenting. But I feel like they've been deliberately carrying this emotion for over ten years because if they let it dull, they believed it'd be the same as letting Ai dull out in his heart.

It's like a part of my body falling off… no, it feels like my very center has completely fallen away, and I can feel that.

How can someone have such a strong heart towards another person? But I think I would feel the same way if a precious person of mine passes…

The song expresses that.

Even if what they've done could be unforgivable, this is such a sorrowful emotion, and if it really is what that character felt... I think it actually is.

Suddenly, it comes rushing up, and it's so painful.

Really… losing someone is such a hard thing. It hurts. And what this song is talking about isn't even real. What will I do later? As I live, this is an emotion I inevitably have to experience, and it's suffocating…

This person really couldn't live at all. They love and miss someone so much. What I think how they'd be and feeling they feel are really worlds apart. And I can't even say I'm totally syncing up to the type of feeling someone in that situation may feel and yet, this is so hurtful. Wow, this is such a massively strong feeling.

Haha, when I listen to the song continuously, it does dull out and I just dance along to the beat, but when I tilt my head and reconsider, I see that it's a song filled with those emotions.

I'm so upset. If they had just been a crazy person from the beginning, I wouldn't feel this way. It's really too much. Why did they have to make it this painful and ruin everything of him…? The emotions are so specific and realistic that from the moment I understand the contours of this, my heart hurts. I realized it as soon as I heard it.

That said, while I write my own story, I often create and roll around with the theme of loss, but I still it's too cruel of the writers here to to drive a character to the point where almost nothing is left of their original form. Can it really be like this in reality? Can someone really break this much on their own? In my understanding, if they were that good a person, they wouldn't have naturally turned into this. So it's so strange… I hope there's a point to this and I see it, I hope my hunches are right regarding this aspect.

The emotions are so strong… haha, My condition wasn't that great today...While listening, I thought, "Oh; this is intense." and had to just lie down. It's really cruel!! The types of things this says about a character.

The song is so powerful and fast and exciting, great to do workout with, but this song is so painful. I guess this isn't the only song that's like this though. there are so many songs like this out there, haha...

But really, I get it. When someone dies, you really do feel like something is severed and falls away. It feels like this song is displaying one aspect of it.

The P3R DLC opening also deals with loss, but that one is much more subdued… calm and empty.

Fatal has very intense emotions, while P3R DLC's opening has a self of helplessness and is suffering differently. It's like watching empty streets with fallen leaves and feeling some grief. If it's disappearing, it gives the impression of wanting to melt away and scatter.

This one feels actively heart-wrenching, like digging into your own insides with your hands and feeling that it's falling away. More actively, "I can't live anymore, it's too much. It's hard. I want to die. I want to see you." That's how it feels.

That alone makes my heart feel bad and hurt. If they've made the character like this, then I hope they shed more light on it. It's so pitiful as it is… he's hurting so much, and no one pays attention to it. Even if he's a villain(is he???) how can someone be this lonely and empty. He needs Ai, just a hug would have helped him. That really could have been all he needed. It's what the song is talking about, just a voice, just her seeing him, just her soothing him with her hand,

losing a person forever can be this hard...oh, this is really heartbreaking. He did not deserve it when that happened. He wasn't like this before she passed... he should not have turned out to be this way but the feelings, are very...hurtful and I can see the loss was enormous. I wonder if it's a good thing to have found someone one could love this much, it USUALLY is, but I feel it's been warped so bad; why did this happen. They do have to show it to us because I'm curious, and I think...he does need to be shown his perspective on things before he goes? I think it's something worth being pointed out since I feel like he isn't your usual senseless madman.

[missvelvetsstuff]

Low Expectations

Bucky x Reader

Reader has low self esteem when she meets Bucky. Can he convince her that she's the one he wants?

Chapter 9

Reposting this chapter because my links broke and I can't find it so here ya go.

Warnings: SMUT! swearing, fluff and did I mention SMUT.

NO ONE UNDER 18 BECAUSE SMUT.

Bucky and Y/N made sure to say goodbye to Sam and to thank Pepper for everything before they bolted to the valet, picked up the car and headed out.

It took everything Bucky had to restrain himself from pulling over and taking her in the car on the side of the road. He wasn't totally opposed to car sex but not this time. This wasn't some hook up, Y/N was special and deserved a weekend of being pampered and worshipped.

They listened to soft music and made small talk for the first 30 minutes until they hit a lull. It was quiet for a bit before she spoke up.

"So, tell me, is there anything I should know? Before we get there. Tell me one of your dirty secrets, Sarge." She drawled out.

Bucky felt himself blushing and hoped she couldn't see. "Only if you play fair and tell me one of yours."

She nodded "That's fair. You first"

He thought for a minute "Well, thanks to the serum I have major stamina and almost zero refractory period"

"OH, I uh, ok. That's not something I expected to uh yeah, cool" she stammered and stared at her hands.

Bucky looked over at her "Your turn, doll. Tell me something dirty."

Y/N coughed "Right a deal's a deal. This is kinda gross but I uh well I sometimes kinda uh...."

Bucky took her hand "It's ok. You can tell me anything."

She sighed "Sometimes when I have an orgasm I uh." She paused then whispered "I squirt"

"Wait, what do you mean you squirt?"

"It's called female ejaculation and it's disgusting and messy but I have no control over it, it just happens."

Buckys voice lowered "It doesn't sound disgusting. Actually it sounds kinda hot."

She shrugged "Alan said it was gross and got mad because I made a mess"

"Oh Doll, I'm gonna show you just how hot it is. Now I have a goal for the weekend. I mean in addition to the obvious goal of making you cum until you pass out."

"Then I guess I should warn you that I can have difficulty orgasming. Alan said there was something wrong with me" she said sadly.

"Sweetheart, I hope we never run into Alan because I'd have to beat his ass and I have an unfair advantage. It sounds like he is the one who has something wrong with him. If he couldn't make you cum that's his failure not yours. Too lazy to satisfy you. I promise that won't be a problem"

Y/N felt her face get hot and her mouth was suddenly dry "Oh, I see' was all she could get out. She took his right hand and kissed the back, then his palm, then each finger one at a time until she got to his thumb which she kissed and ran her tongue over until she sucked it into her mouth.

Bucky gasped "You're gonna cause an accident if you keep that up, doll. I know this is hard-"

She giggled "Is it?" And ran her hand over his crotch, barely touching him. She smiled "I guess it is"

"Fuck! When did you become such a tease? That's definitely something you should have warned me about." His voice lowered and she could hear a soft whine coming from him.

"It's only teasing if I don't follow through, you just have to be patient" she leaned over and blew in his ear.

Bucky shook his head "I don't know how much longer I can be patient"

"I promise it will be worth your while. Trust me."

Everything was set up in the house, Pepper had a maid stock up on food and freshen the house up. There were candles everywhere, champagne in the fridge and red roses in multiple vases in addition to rose petals all over the bed and floor of the master bedroom. Plus a variety of oils and bubble bath in the master bath which had a shower with multiple heads and a Jacuzzi bath tub that would comfortably fit 2 people.

Pepper called the maid when Bucky and Y/N left the party and 90 minutes later she lit all the candles and put the champagne in a bucket of ice with 2 glasses next to it plus a plate of chocolate covered strawberries, bananas and raspberries. She made sure everything was set up according to Peppers instructions and left shortly before Bucky and Y/N arrived.

Bucky and Y/N talked a little more about their sexual idiosyncrasies and by the time they pulled into the driveway he was achingly hard and felt like he was gonna cum just from the topic and how she held his hand. And her scent, the vanilla body spray, light berry shampoo and conditioner was intoxicating. Her natural musk and arousal was the cherry on top. He wasn't sure they would make it to a bed on the first try. Maybe up against the wall, bent over the couch, up on the kitchen counter or table. He felt himself getting distracted but tried to focus on driving.

When they pulled up into the garage Bucky quickly shut the car off, got out and raced around to open her door.

As soon as she was standing up he pulled her close and kissed her, pushing her up against the car.

"I hope you're ready for this doll because I don't think I can stop once I get started so tell me now if you don't want this." His eyes were dark with lust when looked into hers.

Y/N shook her head "No, James please don't stop." She could feel his hardness pushing into her and she felt her entire body singing for him.

"Y/N, you are so beautiful and so fucking sexy. I'm gonna make you feel so good." He put his hands around the back of her thighs "up baby. We need to find the bedroom"

Y/N shook her head "You don't have to do that. I'm too heavy, don't wanna hurt you."

"No doll, don't think like that. Picking you up is not a problem. So let's go"

Y/N jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist so that her dress was bunched around her waist and he could feel her heat against him. He could feel how soaked she was "Sweetheart, are you wearing any underwear?"

She shook her head "No. I didn't want any panty lines" even though the full skirt of her dress meant panty lines weren't a concern.

Bucky groaned as he carried her up the stairs. "If I had known I don't think I could have waited this long. You keep surprising me"

It took a few minutes for them to find the master bedroom door since he kept stopping to push her up against the walls and kissing her. His jacket and her shoes lost along the way.

He gently set her down next to the end of the bed so that she was standing.

Then he reached around her while nibbling on her neck and unzipped her dress slowly. She was bouncing nervously as he let her dress fall to the floor and tossed it to the side. He stepped back to look at her.

"Fuck. You are so beautiful. How did I get so lucky?"

She laughed and looked at the floor "Anyone can be beautiful in candlelight."

Bucky gently grabbed her chin and pulled her up so she could see his eyes "Hey, I don't want to hear you talk down about yourself anymore. Whatever it is that any one of the idiots you dated told you, you're beautiful. Inside and out. Beautiful" he kissed her "smart" and kissed her again "caring" and again "Funny" and down her neck "and so fucking sexy I've developed an intimate relationship with my right hand thinking about you" and he kissed the top of her breasts.

He knelt on the floor to unclip her stockings. Then he rolled them down her legs one at a time, kissing his way back up to the top of her thighs.

Bucky felt like he was surrounded by her scent and groaned before he stood back up.

"Turn around, doll" when she did he started unlacing her corset, kissing and biting at her neck. Once he had loosened it he pulled it down her body so she could step out of it.

Y/N turned around to face him and draped her arms around herself.

Bucky gently took her hands "Please let me see you, honey. I'm going to show you how beautiful and sexy I find you."

She giggled "I don't think it's fair that I'm completely exposed while you're fully dressed, Sarge." And reached out to start unbuttoning his shirt.

When she had it completely open and started to put her hands under he grabbed her wrists "I don't know if you want to do that. I'm not as pretty as you are."

She shook her head "There's nothing you could show me that would change how I feel about you or how badly I want you right now."

"Ok doll but don't say I didn't warn you." And he let her push his shirt off.

When his shirt fell to the floor she looked him over, her eyes fell to the scarring around where his prosthetic attached and looked concerned.

"Do they hurt?" She asked as she softly traced the lines in his skin.

Bucky shook his head "Not anymore. When King T'Challa gave me this arm his sister, Shuri, and I had been working on my pain so it's lighter and helped relieve most of it. They're just ugly." He looked down "The women I've been with since I escaped Hydra have all preferred I keep my shirt on."

She kissed every scar while rubbing her hands over his chest "I think they're beautiful, their own medals of all you endured and still survived."

She reached down to his pants and started unbuckling his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, slowly pulling them down so he could step out of them. She went to pull his briefs down when he stopped her. "We'll get to that but I promised worshipping so-"

Bucky gently pushed her back so she was laying on the bed, then sank to his knees and spread her legs. "Beautiful" he whispered before running one finger down her slit and growling "and so wet you're dripping on the bed. All for me"

She nodded, words caught in her throat, feeling very exposed. She'd never had anyone pay so much attention to her pussy and he had barely touched her.

Bucky leaned in to scent her, then slowly licked a broad stripe from her visibly drooling hole to her swollen clit, moaning at her taste. He put her legs over his shoulders and suckled gently on her clit until she raised her hips and he draped his left arm over her them to keep her still.

"Damn doll you taste as good as you smell. I'm gonna make myself at home here" and before she could think of a response he dove in like a man starved alternating between licking and sucking, fucking her with his tongue.

She grabbed onto his hair "Jesus James I just- fuck I'm gonna" she shouted as he slid one finger in and doubled his efforts until she shouted his name and came all over his face. He slowed down until she came down from her high, feeling embarrassed because she came so quickly.

She looked at him and could only see his eyes as he continued to feast on her as she felt him add another finger "Fuck James, what did you do to me? I've never, like that, so quickly and I, I oh god wait please, JAAAMMES!" He closed his eyes and moaned into her and she came again, this time actually squirting on his face and chest.

Bucky growled "goddamn that was beautiful baby." He gave her a moment to come down, gently cleaning up her folds until her heart calmed down. "I don't think there's anything wrong with you except for the guys you used to date. I'm gonna show you how a beautiful woman like you should be treated so you forget all about them."

He pulled off his briefs, wiped his face off and climbed up her body kissing and nibbling on his way. He stopped at her breasts and took one nipple between his teeth nibbling softly before suckling it into his mouth, playing with the other breast with his left hand, the hot and cool sensations making her moan and arch her back. 

"So sweet, every bit of you is more delicious than I imagined."

When he reached her lips he kissed her with everything he had, wanting her to feel how badly he needed her, rutting his painfully hard cock against her drenched pussy.

Y/N reached down to touch him but he stopped her "This time is all about making you feel good, sweetheart and I don't know if I can wait any longer to be inside you."

"Please James, I need you" she whined as she felt him line himself up and slowly sink his cock into her heat. The stretch more than she had ever had but she loved the slight sting it caused.

When he was fully sheathed inside her she felt him shudder, his head next to hers so she could hear every grunt and groan which only made her more excited and caused her to clench around him

"You feel so good wrapped around me, like you were made for me." He sighed "Damn doll, so tight and wet I don't want to ever leave" he choked up a bit and held still for a moment.

She ran her fingers up and down his back, enjoying how close they were. Her breasts smashed up against his chest, legs tangled. It all felt so right. She trailed up his back and neck until her fingers were running through his hair, then she pulled gently on his hair so he would pick his head up and she could look in his eyes which were scrunched closed.

She kissed him softly "Are you ok there sarge?"

Bucky opened his eyes and looked at her in wonder as his tears fell onto her face "Yeah, I'm alright it's just very intense. I don't remember ever feeling like this with anyone before. Are you ok? Is it ok for me to move now?"

She smiled at him and wiped the tears from his face "Yes baby, please move. I need you to fuck me"

Bucky growled and smashed his lips into hers, tongue exploring her mouth as he slowly pulled out until just the head was in her and slid back in a little faster until he had a steady pace going, already feeling his own orgasm creeping up on him.

"Fuck baby, I dont think I'm going to last very long. It's been awhile and you feel so god damned good I can barely control myself. I need you to cum on my cock first, need to feel your sweet pussy squeezing and gushing like you did on my fingers. Please honey, I need it like I need to breathe."

He felt her clenching around his length and groaned "Yes, thats it. Let go for me doll, cum all over my cock, soak me. Please honey." He reached down to rub her clit in rhythm with his thrusts.

She felt her orgasm rushing up on her before she realized "Oh god, James I'm gonna OH FUCK PLEASE FUCK" it hit her like nothing she had ever felt, her entire body alive and buzzing with him, like the universe began and ended right here with the two of them, and she fell over that cliff screaming his name.

That's all it took and he couldn't hold back anymore "Y/N! Fuckfuckfuck YES!!" And emptied himself into her.

They held each other tight as they came down and he started kissing all over her face until they both caught their breath then he kissed her, full of passion and love.

She kissed him back then pulled away a little hesitant "Uh James?"

"Yeah sweetheart"

"Didn't you cum?"

He looked at her confused "Yeah why?"

She blushed "It felt like you did but you're uh still hard"

He kissed her and grinned mischeviously "I told you about the stamina and nonexistent refractory period, right?"

"Oh right"

He nibbled on her lower lip and grinned "You didn't think we were done, did you?"

[wondereads]

Weekly Reading Update (01/29/24)

Reviews and thoughts under the cut

The Realms of the Gods by Tamora Pierce (9/10)

This concludes my reread of the Immortals Quartet! I'd probably place this series as my second favorite of the Tortall books; I feel like it gets overlooked, which is quite unfair because Daine's magic is just so interesting. This particular book completes the story very well, and it also involves the main romantic pairing getting together, which I enjoyed far more than I thought. Things fell into place a little too easily for my tastes, but it's overall a very good conclusion.

Year of the Reaper by Makiia Lucier (8/10)

This book started off very slow, so I wasn’t sure if I would like it. However, once we got into the meat of the story, I enjoyed it! I think there’s a particularly good plot twist in this one, and I actually really liked the main character. He feels like if the typical, tortured YA love interest were the protagonist instead, and seeing him be a little foolish or impulsive was refreshing. Like I said, it takes a while to get into it, I wasn’t even sure what the main plot was going to be for a while, but it’s pretty well-paced after that.

The Past Is Red by Catherynne M. Valente (9/10)

This was an incredibly intriguing novella about waste and global warming. It's a bit shocking and unique with the plethora of cursing and a very unreliable narrator. After I finished this book I felt hollow inside, and it makes you think about the issues of pollution and what it could mean for the future, especially the people who will live then and don't deserve that kind of world. The main character and narrator, Tetley, has a very distinctive voice, and she will often admit to lying to the reader about various things. The only thing I disliked was that at some points it felt like Tetley was going through terrible things just to make her go through terrible things.

Crystal Dark by Julie E. Kramer (2/10)

This is the lowest I have ever rated a book I finished. This is a YA fantasy romance novella, and it is self-published. It shows. I truly believe absolutely no editing went into this book. Most of the writing is either overly simplistic or worded in the most convoluted, backwards way that I simply could not tell what the author meant. There are basic grammar mistakes, typos, and a major side character's name is misspelled at one point. The plot is rushed to the extreme and makes absolutely no sense; why Ceia wouldn't use her magic to flee from an incredibly dangerous situation is never explained. The romance, if you could call it that, is forced and has no build-up, and the "villain" is so cartoonishly evil and defeated with a flick of the main character's hand. There is no explanation for the worldbuilding, and things are just spontaneously introduced to make sure the protagonists always have what they need. It is lazy, poorly constructed, and I can't believe someone put this into the world in this state.

The Absinthe Underground by Jamie Paction (6/10)

Unfortunately, I was a little disappointed by this book. It has a great premise, the aesthetics really come through, and it's got a cute sapphic romance. The execution falls short with just the lack of space for the story. Things happen far too quickly when there are many scenes that really need space to breathe. It affects the tension and doesn't give much room for the side characters to show their personalities. The writing tends to tell instead of show, which may contribute to the rushed nature of this book. This book could have been quite good, but it ends up being somewhat mediocre.

Remote Control by Nnedi Okorafor (36%)

The last Nnedi Okorafor book I read was Binti, which I wasn't a huge fan of, but I'm liking this one a lot more. Sankofa is a very intriguing protagonist, and I'm very interested to see where the story is going. It seems to skirt the line between fantasy and sci-fi, especially when it comes to Sankofa's backstory. This book is a whole 100 pages longer than Binti, and I think it's much better for it.

Illuminae by Jay Kristoff and Amie Kaufman (30%)

I'm really enjoying this so far. The way of storytelling, told through mission reports, chat records, and not-Wikipedia pages is very interesting and utilizes all kinds of unconventional, visual methods. There's some great humor in it too; the characters definitely feel like teenagers.

Queen of Shadows by Sarah J. Maas (19%)

I've been pretty lukewarm on Throne of Glass for the most part. I hear this book is where most people really start to like the series, so I hope it's the same for me. I will say it's moving at a good pace so far, and I really like where the plot is going. The rescue mission angle brings a lot of suspense, especially since it's a character I actually care about. On the other side, Chaol is being so annoying and it makes his perspective drag for me.

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

10.31.24 Thursday-Suicide???

8:52 am

Still,have windblow...

Ready for the show? A bit of less but hopefully more coz I hate Sun-God for always allowing people to smash me...

But will still be in white soon... Life is light and dark... Being religious and not...

A bit of tanning but not patches.... Not bad....Coz I'm so angry... SUN-GOD IS NOT LISTENING!!!

When you are trying to get sun at 8am to 9am it is still in a way healthy and vitamin D for our system....Once in awhile...

I feel so angry!

I can't be on patches...

If you are so angry that you wanna talk to the fucking Sun-God either 8 to 9am or 4:40 pm until 6pm...

For my angels who are real to me have some darkness with me... Today???

9:27 am

Still,have windblow...

Uncle DD is fake on me??? 80% ....I got my lazadah order a feather duster to clean my lazadah efan coz it is difficult to open it...

Then,Uncle DD always on a timing that if I order something he will order as well but I have no car angels... Gets???

Unfair twinning???

9:41 am

Still,have windblow...

I still feel lazy to move.... I need to clean John's floormats,how I wish we can pay the electric. Supposed to be it is in the washing machine. This is not my ideal life... I feel bitterish for 17 years... Nobody wants me and I feel bullshit... I'm so angry on the unity of my first cousin on ours 2nd degree cousin except for J.I. Iver ( 2nd or 3rd degree cousin ).

The very first reunion, I've seen J.I Iver we were both fat or healthy and the gang of Aunt Ten/Tin they were always it seemed presentable looking and her kids were fit, most specially the one that I like my cousin-white...

I'm out of "available money" here angels... I'm seriously worrying and panicking so much,so much...

I need to do some cleaning here as well and I'm out of money for our cleaning materials...

I need to have a job or earnings... Plus, I still wanna vanity...

10:48 am

Still,have windblow...

I'm hurting coz no one likes me... My cousins are all fucking crazy in unity without me... The cousin that I like most I felt a betrayal at my back... Did they fuck on already my first and 2nd cousin??? I'm so hurting... I'm in pain... What is the beauty of white if nobody wants to touch it... The sun-God is not listening... I'm aching for so long... Even in Teleperformance Molino in Disney+ God Tenko put a hallucination on me... But I tried to compete but the one who is not in me seemed dead for so long, he hated me coz I'm pretty and I wanna know something... Being white for me is purity but it didn't come out that way... Nobody wants to touch it,the purity of the earth...

I told Mars I have a hallucination, is that my cousin? Or a copy somewhere or perhaps there were switching or twinning but they were all dead... Mars knew I'm so fucking-less worrying so much,what happened to these dead copy of my cousins??? One of them is my beloved cousin??? God Tenko, tell me the truth...

I always love the lyrics of the song...

Will someone tell me this???

12:58 noon

Still,have windblow...

I feel bitterish... CALL ME PEACH GIRL...

This is the Peach skin-tone...

1:23 pm

Still,have windblow...

My first cousin on my Aunt Ten/Tin doesn't like me or all of my first cousin they don't like me? Then,they collide with the 2nd cousin...

I was super white before like Cheerena, I was that white and that chubby as well... I was spoiled and always the favorite...

When you are maturing you wanted to be a Peach Girl,hoping to be attractive... But I guess they wanted super white...

Did they see Cheerena another younger version of me in Teleperformance Molino in Disney+...

5:48 pm

Still,have windblow...

Again,I just want you angels to check out on Cheerena coz I was really like that white during my younger years...But I don't want any link on them on any of my missing circle...

6:10 pm

Still,have windblow...

I feel bitterish... I feel bitterish,I'm out of coffee...

I feel jealous and now I feel hate on my cousin's and some old fakers friends!

6:18 pm

Still,have windblow...

They don't like me all of my cousin's... I feel jealous!!! MY FIRST COUSIN'S COLLIDE WITH MY 2ND COUSIN'S... Probably that's their QUEEN!! I FEEL JEALOUS!!!

I feel jealous!!!

I feel jealous and hurt and jealous and hurt!!!

8:11 pm

Still,have windblow...

I received a mail from Task Us that they declined my 2nd try application... Hmm... I wonder why and what's wrong???

What's wrong with the call center.... Shit! I need a job and money...

Where will I go next???

Hating my cousin's.... Whew! The other men that I like are coming from youtube...

I feel being betrayed by some group of people...

8:22 pm

Still,have windblow...

I wonder who are the people inside the call center, they didn't accept me in Task-Us for 2nd time around...

I'm having headache where can I get a bf or help... If someone will help me, I want someone that I think is a person having a religious heart... Someone who has the maturity... But I know it is hard to find good people these days...

Where can I get a bf to lift me these days... I want my male cousin's,most specially my cousin-white on my Aunt Ten/Tin and I feel being betrayed by them, that I wanna kill them for colliding with 2nd cousins and I feel that there is unity on them without me knowing or I feel that I'm uninvited.

I like the guy that I saw here somewhere, I think the only cute guy I saw lately here but I guess just a student and renting... The one wearing a white shirt and cute big-boned guy, probably teenager... A big baby that looks like an adult. Where can I ask money???

10:45 pm

Still,have windblow...

All of a sudden there is no wifi... This fakers Uncle Jun is suddenly putting me down again on his way of treatment on me. I WISH THEM DEATH ON MY 2 UNCLE'S...

I was showering then my nana reacted on me to check the wifi... I said probably, "probably" they plug it off accidentally there in the house of an another fakers Uncle DD or wifi is already cut... But nana said it was paid already managed by Uncle DD... All of sudden this faker Uncle Jun suddenly shouting at me that don't blame them, you will start an argument again. Huh! 2 stupid Uncle Jun and Uncle DD are in tandems again and again and they will never change...

I didn't say ah! They plug it off,I said "probably2x"... He shouted at me very strategic plastic ever my 2 Uncle's but this time this Uncle Jun... I didn't mean to raise voice, I said probably coz the bad kid Ivan was apparently plugged it off the last time...

I wish death on my 2 Uncle's Jun and DD probably plus the bad kid Ivan..

The character of Uncle Jun is suddenly returning again to the cheap character pattern.

Alternately,Uncle Jun and Uncle DD are catching each other's butt... It is their game plan on me...

If I said something bad on Uncle DD, Jun will do something bad on me... If I said something bad on Uncle Jun, DD will do something bad on me. Tandems! Catching each other's butt!!! Please kill these 2! Asap...

For the wifi, it is really bad to cut but it is paid... They are doing this repetitive,they always put a hassle on the wifi at night...

11:12 pm

Still,have windblow...

This is not my ideal life living with the 2 fakers Uncle's... They are not part of my dreams to be a member of "Dinosaur Team"...

I feel stress,thinking of job and money... I have complex coz of this cheap life.

I can't find a bf to help me... It is so hard to find a good person. I know this is a bad timing to get a bf coz probably he will think I just like him for something like money but I badly need help on money... I feel so frustrated since they changed me here... I feel so fat and ugly... There are so many things that I missed in life angels...

I love my nana and my son-dog and the people who are just true to me...

I'm worrying so much coz I have no "available money" now... Nobody likes me on men that I like... How can you fuck someone if you don't like? Right? That's a maturity to survive....

I have no existence in life,how can I get a bf to help me... This tight situation, I truly hate my cousin's most specially my cousin-white on my Aunt Ten/Tin...

11:23 pm

Still,have windblow...

Wifi is back... See, I told him there are wifi cable operator 24/7 these days...

Uncle Jun shouted at me awhile ago said are you crazy? Why, they will cut it now, they will not cut it at night... I said I don't know that's why I checked it...

11:39 pm

Still,have windblow...

I have complex... I don't wanna be a dramatic Queen on someone most specially on getting a bf... It is hard to explain... It is weird right? It was just ohkay on my exes coz they were my friends and schoolmate but still I know it is not good...

I became dramatic on Brien, it happened after college, I don't know I just remember eat now... When the time that we became US, officially on an adult category of being US. It was the time that we had a money problem as well,like these days but it was after college, after I went to medicine school that I got depression and a bit of amnesia. I was broken hearted on Doctor Rocky but it was time for me to grow-up...

[kirby-knits]

missed it here so much! i was thinking about coming back. its sad all my old friends aren't here anymore. but i wanted a space to word vomit all my thoughts.

i used to be here all the time when i was 16. I think those were the best times of my life, and it may have been mostly delusion but i think thats okay. i think sometimes we romanticize the past without realizing how it really was. what i do know was that i was very happy. and it seems like my entire life since then has revolved around me searching for that same happiness. i think being a child was the best thing i could have experienced. the innocence of it all. the naivety. it was so fun being so little, mind and body. nothing could hurt me.

i think becoming an adult was the hardest thing i ever had to do. i think im getting better at it. i have 2 cats i love with all my heart. i have a place to call my own. i have a wonderful partner. i just got my dream nursing job in labor and delivery and i couldn't be more excited. i have everything i could have ever wanted. everything i had always hoped for. but its weird how i still feel so empty sometimes.

i think i feel pressured to fulfill a certain status. i often think how sometimes i feel like should feel 100% guilt and pain free, often how i perceive how other people's lives are. i wanna be just like them. but everyone is always a little bit sad, arent they? i think i find comfort in that. that nobody is perfect, and we're all dealing with something. i will never be alone, as often as i think so.

i want to live my life as happy as i used to be. but what does that mean? life is short, and unfair. and i have seen that through my job. i dont want to miss a single thing. i dont want to pass a single opportunity. i dont want to be "lazy". but am i really living if im running around? finding mundane things to fill my days just to say i was productive with my time? what do those mundane tasks mean to me? will they help me grow, or are they just a placeholder for the timeslots in my days until i find something better, more fulfilling? am i really living life, or am i waiting for life to do something with me? i think im always waiting for something, anything. is the meaning of life to check off as many experiences as you can in the shortest amount of time? or is it to stop and breathe, savor every slow moment, regardless of productivity and passing time? i find its hard to be alone.

i dont know what im looking for. but i know im getting there. im finding joy in my crafts and hobbies. i started knitting, and while i am no good, it keeps my mind busy, and i love what i make. i go out often with my friends. i found new video games to fall in love with. i miss having an idea of who i want to be. despite all i have succeeded in, i feel i am a shell of a person. im starting to have an idea again, of how i want to spend my time, how i want to live my life. i have always felt like the grass was aways greener on the other side, but i never stopped to look at the patch i stand on.

im not sure if ill ever be okay again. but i do know i feel it inside me that something good is going to happen. and i think thats enough. i hope its enough.

[ezekielurquhart]

"I'm not I-" Ezekiel had lost them so quickly, one after another they'd fallen like dominos. Rhiannon, Hakan, and now Marcella. There was so much blood under his nails, it had mixed with grave dirt and Ezekiel wished he could say that any of it was his. "I'm not anything without you, without-" Without the father-figure he'd only just found, without the best friend he'd only just made. "Please, not another one not, not like this not-" It shouldn't have been possible for him to hurt anymore, but the pain that he'd felt from losing Hakan was nearly eclipsed by the agony that came from losing a progeny.

It was a common saying among mortals that parents were never supposed to bury their children. They were meant to be immortal, to stand at the top of the world together, forever. Laughing at the centuries as they passed them by, languishing in everything that being young, beautiful, and powerful for eternity meant. Gods at the dawn of their rebirth, Marcella and Ezekiel were only just getting their start... This... It wasn't just wrong or unfair, it was downright cruel.

"Please." Pleading as if hope and desperation was enough to bring the vampire back to life, like a single wish was all it would take to return his progeny to him. Rough, filthy fingers ran over her matted hair, moved the graveyard across her skin. Marcella's eyes had closed but she might as well have been sleeping; Ezekiel had buried her once and it had kind of been just like this. Back then he'd twisted her neck to an unnatural angle, and then bent it back so her transition was easier. He'd lifted the earth and used it to veil her like he'd been preparing Marcella to marry the night. Poetic, she'd called it.

At any moment Marcella would open her eyes again, Ezekiel cradled her face against his chest and rocked back and forth, he waited weeping for his progeny to return just like she had before. His eyes were fixed upon that headstone he'd had placed in her honour, Marcella's body was never intended to stay there but now she'd have a place next to Hakan's. Next to Hakan's amidst a sea of ancestors, witches who had the fortune of not seeing their home brought to ruin, their beloved city destroyed, and everyone they ever cared about ground under heel.

Once Ezekiel had buried her in shallow dirt, this time he brought her down six feet deep. He remembered a time on a lazy afternoon when there was still a beating heart in her chest, Marcella had sat with her feet up on his table, a history book perched on her lap. She had told him how romantic it was that some sires buried themselves alongside their progeny, that they awoke in their arms and dug their way from the grave hand in hand. He'd laughed at her, because what kind of sick, twisted bitch thought that shit was romantic?

Numb, Ezekiel wandered listlessly around the broken stones until he found wildflowers poking through the ruins of what might have been the old churchyard. There wasn't many, but there were enough so that when he laid her in this dirt that would be her tomb, he could decorate the raven hair that he spilled around her. Against his better judgement, Ezekiel laid next to her as if some bit of that old, macabre story had some hidden magic to it; Marcella's chest was hollow and empty but when he folded her pale hands upon the crevice it didn't look like anything but a trick of the dark. Shadows that had pooled and harmonized with the ichor that stained her skin.

"I never should have left you." They'd gone their separate ways, they shouldn't have done that, he shouldn't have let her run off on her own. Hakan- Ezekiel crumpled again, his lip quivered as he held Marcella's hands over her gaping chest. Hakan had never wanted to be a part of this fight, he was here because of Ezekiel, and Marcella wouldn't have lingered in Rome if he hadn't given her a reason to stay. He'd spent his whole life looking for himself in other people, but one thing was painfully true: Rhiannon, Hakan, Hazal- Among them, Marcella had been the person to make him a man.

He whispered to her before leaving, "You were always the best of me."

Ezekiel climbed from Marcella's grave and buried his progeny before the grave marker that he'd place for her only a couple months prior. Now she and Hakan would rest side by side, forever.

Marcella Astrid Belanades November 17th 1995 - September 30th 2023 Beloved Daughter, Sister, Witch, and Friend Do not stand by my grave and weep Ezekiel Christopher Urquhart August 11th 1995 - September 30th 2022 Beloved Son, Brother, and Witch I am not there, I did not die

Person: @ezekielurquhart Location: Cemetery notes: oh no She'd been foolish, too distracted to look behind her with Ciro on the ground dead. Or he might has well have been, dying and he'd refused her blood, didn't want to take it. If those damn creatures hadn't descended upon her, she might not have even left his body, she might have stayed there to die with him. But she'd made a promise, she'd made a promise and so with tear stained cheeks and blood and gore clinging to her she'd shambled towards the cemetery. It's not something she ever thought about, how much blood she had to lose now before she died. Because as she'd been knelt over Ciro's body, something, she didn't have time to focus on what, had stabbed her clean through the chest from the back. It'd happened so quickly she swore she only felt it afterwards, when the creature had pulled out her lungs and a heart that didn't beat anymore nearly out of her chest. Marcella's right hand rested over the hole now, clutching what is left of the organ that's practically out of her chest. But even as she moves through the winding cemetery, no matter how fast she's still able to move, she knows it is not for long, that this is a death march. "Zeke!" She calls out and blood bubbles forth from her mouth, drips down her chin and she barely makes it to where their graves are before her knees are hitting the ground and she's doubling over, desperately trying to put things back where they're supposed to be. She's crying but she's been crying this whole time, already mourning Ciro, already mourning the future that she said she and Zeke and their little Pluto nest would have. Vaguely she thinks she hears him but everything almost sounds muffled, as if she's been put underwater. Her free raises to his face the moment he's beside her, marking it with her blood. Their blood, the one he'd given new life to in a way. If a progeny died, the pain was supposed to be unimaginable, she can't believe she'll put him through something like that when she's already had a hand in putting him through so much already.

"D-don't cry. Not for-" It goes unfinished, she's loosing too much blood now, her body is desperately trying to heal itself, she can feel it, but it can't heal organs outright being removed, there's no way. More tears are shed because it's not supposed to be like this and she knows this is the last thing she is ever going to tell the man who had once been a boy she'd thought foolish all those years ago, the one that had grown to be her brother. Mustering whatever is left of her strength, she thinks about the conversation they'd had here the time before she'd turned. When they'd talked of the afterlife. When she'd told him she didn't believe in heaven but knew that's where his soul had to be, somewhere safe, somewhere good, somewhere he could be happy.

"You are in the best place because y-you are the best, you're the best of u-us." There's tears and there's blood everywhere and her body is giving up but she's smiling at him. He had such ambition, such trust in his coven as a witch, when he was alive. He was always there, he'd been so kind and helpful that she had actually resented him for it. As a vampire that kindness had come about tenfold, she couldn't believe he'd help her after everything, that he would willing take her under his wing and not just turn her, but accept her in ways she feared no one else ever really would. She's smiling at him and then her hand falls limply from his face, leaving a trail of blood in it's wake. Maybe wherever her soul winds up, there's a slim chance someone will take pity on her and reunite her with Ciro one last time.

[uravity-the-infinity-girl]

ways that hero society hurts pro heroes headcanons

does anyone wanna hear the shit i think that heroes go through and why i feel they’re victims? no? ok

firstly i headcanon hero society as having extremely fucked up beauty standards where heroes face the same sort of scrutiny for their bodies as celebrities do in our world, like if a female hero is too muscular there will be men complaining that she looks like a guy and if a male hero isn’t muscular enough he’s lazy etc

i bet you anything that it was not only the fact that media interferes with hero work that Aizawa chose to stay out of the spotlight i bet in some subconscious way he was afraid of the intense scrutiny that comes with being a hero

not only that but heteromorphic people are always chastised and rarely do well in hero ranking if they don’t appear attractive or fit within the public’s view of heroes, i’m thinking of gang orca for example who is ranked number 1 in looks the most like a villain like for someone who fights villains for a living and has probably been harmed by them first hand that’s bound to take some psychological toll. that moment always bothered me and i think it’s really unfair for heroes to be categorised like that when they’re dedicating their lives to try to be useful. you just know that people with quirks like shoji will find it harder to succeed no matter how great or compassionate a hero he is.

i know it’s common in fan fiction for Hawks to have to hide aspects of his quirk that are unappealing but let’s think about that with other heroes as well like Mirko, i imagine she’s grown up with agents and superiors telling her it’s annoying when her foot won’t stop thumping or weird how she eats carrots or Mic being told to keep it down constantly-i’m sure there are loads of heroes who are made to be ashamed of aspects of who they are and have to hide them in order to sell an image and be more profitable and likeable.

i also imagine that they’re all terrified of aging and that perpetual fear of losing their spotlight is probably a huge part of their psyche as from a young age they feel they have limited time to be successful like when hawks is talking about his prime calm tf down your life has barely started.

heroes are objectified so much by the commission being treated like weapons makes them feel like their bodies are what make them useful-just look at hawks’ reaction to losing his wings calling himself crippled and pathetic because he can’t be as efficiently used despite still being able to achieve so much with his intelligence, determination and physical skill alone. Mirko may not have the same self deprecating attitude towards her injuries however her dedication to continue fighting by whatever means she can is a testament to how heroes are taught to act with no thought for their own safety if they want to be useful. this is what makes AFO scary to the heroes, the fact they can lose their quirk and therefore their usefulness is terrifying. i like to imagine that many heroes felt or still feel about AFO as korra did about amon in s1 of lok.

furthermore heroes are expected to give their lives at the drop of a hat, mirko lives every day like it’s her last because for heroes their is no safety net or garuntee that they will survive they can’t just give up or protect themselves in the face of certain death or they literally wouldn’t be doing their job. you saw how disposable Lady nagant was to the president of the HPSC clearly they don’t have any care for the lives of even the heroes they work closest with. Mirko and Aizawa cut off their own limbs without blinking because they have to and they’ve been trained this way and it’s horrific how ready to die all of the heroes are without a second thought despite how young they are. arguably it’s admirable but if i learnt anything from she-ra it’s that they need to find a bit of self worth and need to be treated as people who’s lives and well being should be a priority rather than disposable weapons to be used with no regard to their safety.

and it’s fucking beautiful that All might chose to live, the man who has been through the most and given pretty much all there is to give. He’s given up his whole life, his bodily health, his self esteem, his friends, his image as a natural born hero and so much more just to protect people. All might was able to break the cycle of death be choosing to live rather than give his life up and Deku will break the cycle by choosing to save rather than defeat or kill.

i just think that being a hero is so exhausting and must take so much out of you, it’s important to remember how much they are victims of the system

[crqizzart]

﹒ " sometimes, love hurts you. "

synopsis; ❝aether has liked you for quite a while now, he prepares to confess to you in a amusement park. WITHOUT having one of his friends ruin it all for him.❞

× parings; aether x gn!reader

feat; mentions of child(e), zhongli peepaw, raiden ei, venti, albedo, rubedo

warnings; slight angst, small crack, fluff, 2nd pov, modern college au, ooc aether,

notes; ❝oh no!!…. i wanna make this fully angst but grgrgrggrg i have to make it fluff… also please i beg you to skip some parts pls omg.. like the beginning is just an introduction.. or something but pls enjoy it tho.. ALSO HELPP IM CRYING BRO this is just p.1 because this author is lazy as hell❞

word count; 477

fujoshi’s dni

sometimes, aether was afraid of himself for having so many chaotic friends that were so so different and unique in their own ways.

first was childe being the rich friend of the friendgroup, and someones wallet (cough cough zhongli) he was also quite a battle addicted person, starting fights every now and then.

zhongli was the one friend that forgets their money almost every single time so people think hes broke (i bet hes rich by how much he forgets his money and use’s other people instead) he would also be the friend that tells tales to the others.

raiden ei is the bad cook, she may probably be the worst cook alive ever, as ei has burnt down the kitchen not once, not twice, not thrice, but i cannot count. she has burnt the food enough too. oh and did i mention that ei is quite obsessed with the idea of eternity (dont say eternity is stupid she’ll electrify you..)

venti, or should i say.. barbatos. is quite a heavy drinker, be careful to store your wine somewhere safe (tip for diluc) but its not like it could escape the nose of this drunkard. he is quite a goofball at times, but he can get serious. be careful of this drunkard so called drunken bard of the college.

albedo, (the love of my life.) the class scientist, he was known as chalk prince though. his intelligence exceeds some of the teachers, even if he can graduate already he stays in college for a little while. (to see me ofc..) he says its for experiments and because he thinks its quite unfair if he graduated.

rubedo (my love❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️) was often called the imperfect version of albedo, he gets quite annoyed whenever people called him that, so aether has to step in. just in case he made another student go to the hospital again.

they all (i’m too lazy to do the other characters ok.. shut ur mouth) caused quite a bit of trouble, expect for the good boys (razor, bennet, thoma🫶🫶)

anyways— to meet or die a lonely death, was your moto, (wym its o u r s) and you met aether exactly the same time you’ve said that, causing him to be quite concerned for your well being and confused as well. meet who?— that was what he wondered the most, though he never said it out-loud.

seeing your eyes shimmering with such hope, made him— feel things.. he didnt know what to say to it— it felt so new yet so familiar at the same time.

he could only watch you as you smile so happily talking about if you ever ended up with someone. his heart aches at the thought of you loving other people, but he cannot do anything about it. after who is HE to do anything in your love life?

[kimnjss]

[ part two of a new series called: ‘giving new meaning to bts moments by adding yn’… (really bad name lmao) - feel free to request your own! ]

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LOOKS SO REFRESHED.

friends with benefits is hard, but when he’s an international superstar... it’s much harder. so while you love his friends to death, spending the night holed up in his hotel room just sounds a lot more fun than a dinner party. // explicit. 3.4k words

warnings: cursing, dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), hickeys, fingering, yoongi has a lot of feelings... anal play, nipple play, biting, anal sex, this really turned out angstier than i intended lmao.

Yoongi is exiting the bathroom when you're entering his hotel room. Plush towel hanging low on his hips, dark hair appearing even darker from the water that drips from it. His lips stretch into a smile as he watches you make your way toward him. Amazed with how effortlessly beautiful you looked all the time.

A thin-strapped tank top covering your chest and stomach, stopping directly about your belly button. If he focused hard enough, he could see the tiny peaks of your nipples through the fabric. You've squeezed into a pair of bike shorts that do a great job n highlighting the gentle curve of your waist, the roundness of your hips.

He's nearly drooling over the sight of you as you make your way closer to his slim frame in the threshold, a soft hand landing on his bare chest. Yoongi reaches down to steady his palm on the small of your back while you lean into him, plush lips pressing against his.

“Hey, baby.” You're mumbling as you pull back, the tip of your finger tracing patterns over the skin of his peck.

His lips shift into a lazy smile, “Hi,” Voice sounding a bit dazed, drunk off the brief taste of your lips. A hand inching down toward the curve of your ass, giving the flesh a firm squeeze all while pulling your body tighter against his. “Are you gonna wear that out tonight?” Very unlikely he'd make it through an entire dinner with you beside him looking like that.

You're shaking your head, arms lifting to wrap around his neck. Chest paired against his. “Nope, I bought something when I went out with Jin,” He's nodding, barely taking in your words, his focus shifting to the push against his chest. And it becomes obvious with the way his lips curve into a dopey grin.

“I can feel your nipples through your shirt,” Yoongi says through a laugh, his hand reaching up to pinch it through the fabric. “Yoongi!” You say with a laugh, swatting his hand away from your body before wiggling out of his grip, crossing the room to flop down on the bed.

He's following behind you, fingers carding through his hair as one hand holds the edge of his towel up on his hips. “What else did you do today?” He asks while rummaging through his suitcase, picking out a pair of briefs that he slides on underneath his towel, letting it pool around his feet as he adjusts the band on his hips.

Yoongi nods along with the words you're saying as he pulls a hoodie from his luggage, shrugging it on before he's pulling a pair of dark jeans over his leg. “And then what happened?” He asks as he makes his way over to you, fists pinned on either side of your legs to lean down toward you.

The extremely hilarious story you were in the middle of telling him seems to become obsolete the moment you're being hit with the aroma of his cologne, pretty dark eyes boring into yours. His lips a pretty plush pink, looking enticingly soft. He must've noticed where your attention has gone, mouth shifting into a smirk. “Was that the end?” He laughs, brow arching as he urges you to continue.

“Mhm. That was it,” You're joining in on the laughter, hands lifting to rest on either side of his face. It's easy to pull him down toward you, mouth quickly molding with his.

He tastes heavily of mint, tongue pushing its way past your lips as he lifts his body onto the mattress. With a hand resting on your hip, he's laying your body back on the sheets. Your eyes flutter shut, fingers moving to knit in his damp hair. Kissing him was away so intoxicating, you could feel your head spinning even as he pulled back.

Smiling down at you with such adoration and appreciation in his eyes, Yoongi's lifting a hand to push the stray hairs out of your face before he's leaning in for another kiss. His hands slide down your waist, thumbs rubbing into your hip bones as he slots himself between your legs. 

The sudden drag of his teeth on your lower lip has a moan emitting from the back of your throat, teeth clashing as the kiss grows sloppier, more desperate. He's reached around to palm at your ass, free hand trailing back up your body until he's able to grip the top of your tank top. With one swift movement, he's tugging it out of the way, heavy breasts spilling over the fabric.

“Fuck,” He grunts, mouth falling from yours to steal a peek at the newly exposed skin. His middle finger lifts, tongue quickly swiping over the digit before he's rubbing it into the hardening bud. Yoongi feels the way his jeans stiffen from the soft you're letting out, head tilted back slightly to expose the length of your neck.

And he's diving in without a second of hesitation, lips latching onto the clammy skin, tongue, and teeth determined to leave a mark. Soft whines fill the room, he's rolling your nipple between his knuckles, cock pressed firmly against your thigh. You can feel the pound of your heart between your legs and it comes with an unmistakable wave of arousal.

Teeth nipping from your jaw to your chest, stopping only to allow his mouth to take the place of his knuckles. His teeth gently tug at the skin, mouth shifting into a grin when you're whimpering at the feeling. Heat spreading throughout your body, thighs tightening around his torso – effectively pulling his body closer to yours. You wanted him. Like always.

He's pulling back after a moment, boob bouncing slightly as he releases it. Yoongi's body shifts above you, arms pinned on either side of your head so he's able to hold himself up. Taking a moment to admire the features of your face, the glint in your eyes. Love was a strong word, but it felt like the only logical way to describe how he was feeling now.

You're shooting him an odd look, nose scrunched slightly and brows furrowed. The palms of your hands fall from his hair, gliding down to rest over the sides of his neck. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You say through a laugh to hide your concern.

It was not at all like Yoongi to stop what he was doing (especially if it involved taking your clothes off) to just look. And the way he was looking at you. As if he was moments from professing his love, that was unlike Yoongi in so many ways.

An easy smile spreads across his lips, lowering his body so that he's holding up his weight on his elbows. You're still caged underneath him and you like it that way, accepting the kiss that he places on your lips. “I miss you,” He mumbles, not bothering to pull back from your mouth.

You missed him too. Just like you always did when he was swamped or too busy to call you up. Something that he always tried to make up for whenever he had the chance, but that didn't take away from the fact that you did miss him. You had to share him with the entire world and sometimes it felt a little unfair.

But, he was doing what he loved. And no matter how stressful and time-consuming it may be, he insisted that he was enjoying himself. So who were you to rain on that parade? Whining about missing him wouldn't change a thing. “I'm right here, silly.” Laughing it off and enjoying the smile that pushes on to his features.

“You are,” He agrees with a quick nod, leaning down to cover your mouth with his again.

A much slower kiss that screams what he did not say before. His fingers in your hair holding your face to his. Your arms reach to cross behind his neck, pulling him down until he's laying flat against you. Not an inch of space left. His tongue teases the opening of your lips until your jaw is falling slack allowing his tongue to twist with yours.

He loved you. And it was insane because he knew he wasn't supposed to. This wasn't what casual was, no feelings, just two people having a good time. He had broken every single rule he had set in order to spare your feelings. Didn't want to stick you with that feeling of longing that came with being with someone always on the go, but that's exactly what he did.

It's worse because he could end it, he knew that he should but he was so stupidly in love with you that he couldn't bring himself to do it. Hell, even his friends loved you! When the lines between just hooking up and falling in love started to blur, he had no idea. It came all at once, one night when you were too tired to do anything. So, you just sat around and talked, he listened to you laugh and then went on to do things to hear it again. Gone after that.

And there was no way back.

“Should we skip tonight?” He's already working his hoodie over his head before you can get your answer out. Which is, yes, of course. While you loved his friends, spending the night rolling around the sheets with him seemed a lot more appealing. He's reaching over to grab his phone from the nightstand, typing out a quick message to Joon before he's setting it back down.

Not another moment is wasted as his hands curl into the waist of your shorts, tugging them off and tossing them out of the way. You're moving up toward the headboard, legs spreading wider for him. He's dropping down to lay on his stomach, arms looping around your thighs and easily setting them over his shoulders.

His eyes are zeroing on the wet patch staining your panties, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk. “Making a mess already,” He's mumbling out before he's leaning down, tongue flattening over your slit through the fabric.

Lips latching on to where he suspects your clit to be, he's instantly filling the room with the loud suction of his lips. Fingers clutching his hair as his tongue pushes out to lap at your skin through your panties, the soft whines you're letting out going straight to his dick. “So sweet,” He groans as he pulls back, tongue jutting out to lick the bit of your juices from his lips.

“More,” You're breathless, a dull ache starting in the pit of your stomach and he's hardly done much. He's flashing his upper row of teeth as he chuckles, fingers hooking into the thin band of your underwear before he's dragging them down your legs. Placing a line of wet kisses into your inner thighs.

With the grip you've got in his hair, you're attempting to pull him toward your dripping pussy. Which earns you a firm bite into your skin, tongue swiping across the forming mark. The slight sting of pain mixes deliciously with pleasure his tongue brings, you can't help but moan. Fingers tightening in his hair.

“Be patient,” Despite his words, he's moving to press wet kisses along your slit. His hand lifts to lay flat on your thigh, keeping your legs from closing as he drags his tongue toward your clit. He's sucking it into his mouth, lips pursing as he slurps loudly. He's making a messy, spit dribbling from his tongue and sliding down your folds.

Urged by the sweet sounds that you make, your fingers tugging at his hair and hips rolling, effectively grinding your pussy on his tongue. Yoongi pulls back with a loud smack, eyes focused on the wetness dripping down toward your ass.

He grins. “What a pretty fucking pussy.” Making a show of licking your taste from his lips. “Should I fuck you with my tongue, baby?” Dark eyes lift to take in the look on your face. The flush of your cheeks, eyes hooded as you try to focus on him. His gaze drops to your fingers that work at twisting your nipples into a peak. Cock hardening at the sight.

There's a mischievous glint in his eyes and it makes your core tighten in anticipation. “Or...” Middle finger lifting and pushing past your walls without an ounce of hesitation. Slipping in to the knuckle, his eyes focused on you as he curls it up, mimicking the 'come here' motion.

“Both, both. Please, do both.” You were always so greedy when it came to him. He's obsessed with the way you whine but still pulls his finger from inside of you. “But then...” The digit is wet with your arousal and he uses it as a lubricant on your asshole, slowly pushing his way through. “What about this hole?”

He's pushing his way past the tight ring, a glob of spit falling from his lips and landing directly on the hole. “Yoongi, fuck.” You're gasping. A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he leans forward, tongue pushing his way past your folds. Slowly, he's pushing past your entrance, finger loosening the grip around his finger.

You're letting out a soft gasp at the feeling of him pushing a second finger past your tightness. Holding his fingers firm against your ass, tongue fucking deep into you. Your feet slide against the sheets, wanton moans falling from your lip. Yoongi licks into you like a man starved, groaning against your core while pumping his fingers. Your feet drag over the sheets, toes curling as the pleasure washes over you.

The tip of his nose is smushed against your clit, nudging against it with every swipe of his tongue, applying just the right amount of stimulation to have the tingle growing in the pit of your stomach. Hips lifting as you're letting out a desperate cry of his name. Your orgasm is quick and it startles you, thighs shaking and back arching.

He feels the new tightness around his tongue, the gush of arousal that hits his taste buds. It has his cock twitching, moments from blowing his load despite the fact that he's hasn't even fucked you yet. Eating you out always had that effect on him, though. Enjoyed it so much he would be satisfied if that was all you wanted him to do.

Although, it never was. He can tell by the way you look at him when his head lifts from between your legs. Dark eyes taking in your fucked out expression as he sucks the taste of you off his lips. He looks so hot over you. Hair disheveled, your cum dripping from his lips and chin, nose glistening with your wetness. 

“Fuck me,” You're whining, legs spreading in hopes of enticing him. He doesn't need much convincing, though, moving quickly to shove his jeans out of the way taking them along with his boxers. His body fits nicely between your legs, thighs pressed on either side of his hips.

He brushes the head of his cock against your over your entrance, and your legs lift to hook around his back. You're about to push him into you when he's being reminded of something. “Wait, wait.” The pout on your face makes him laugh. “You're ovulating,” 

The fact that he has your menstrual cycle memorized teeters on the edge of endearing and terrifying. But you're too horny to think that deep into it, especially because you know he had given his last condom away to Hoseok the night before. “It'll be fine,” You say, but he's not the slightest bit convinced.

Birth control was never your forte and he was in no position to gamble with the whole pull-out method. “How about..” His hand wraps around his length, cock dragging from your pussy between your cheeks. Something you've only tried together once, but you've been eager to do it again. Just haven't said anything to him about it.

“Okay,” You're agreeing instantly, earning a surprise raise of the brow from Yoongi. He watches as you turn on to your knees, cheek pressed against the sheets. “Fuck. Stay just like that,” Sliding off the bed, he moves to rummage through his suitcase, plucking out a small tube of lube.

Your hands are stretched behind you, palms on either side of your cheeks to spread them slightly. He takes his time with making his way back over to you, taking in the way you look spread out and ready for him. God, he loved you so much. 

The bed dips as he moves himself to kneel behind you, cock wet with lube which he spreads over your puckered hole. He takes his time pushing forward, watching the way his length disappears inside of you. Fists tightening in the sheets as a drawn-out moan leaves your lips.

You're squeezed around him much tighter than usual and it takes a few experimental thrusts before he's slipping into a comfortable pace. Hands gripping your hips as you push back into him, ass jiggling with each collide of skin. You're whining and hissing, breathy curses falling filling the air. He won't last long, had already been on the brink of it with his face between your legs.

“You're so fucking... tight, shit. I'm gonna cum,” Yoongi reaches around you, fingers dipping into your pussy. The palm of his hand presses against your clit as he pumps in and out of you. He's losing it the moment your walls are tightening around his fingers, hips pounding into you so hard your body is crashing down onto the mattress.

He's settling into a slow roll, allowing you to feel every inch of his cock as he drags it in and out. “Fuck,” He's groaning, stomach caving as cum spurts from the tip and filling you up. The first few hot strings of cum are what pushes you over, paired with the steady pound of the heel of his palm on your clit.

Your body shakes as you cum, hips rolling back into him. He fucks you shallowly through it, ignoring the sensitivity that vibrates through his cock. Instead, he focuses on the desperate whines, until your body is going limp beneath him. Heavy breaths shaking your back. He pulls back slowly, grinning at the way your hole squeezes around him as if protesting the emptiness.

“We have to do that more,” You're panting, feeling the trickle of cum that rolls down your thigh. His eyes follow it, nodding in agreement as he flops down on the mattress. The pounding in his heart is ten times worse than before and the way you curl up into his side doesn't help. An arm wrapped around his torso and cheek resting on his chest.

He watches the way your features soften, fingers tracing random lines into his side. Your soft breath hits his skin and your blinks start to slow. Fatigue washing over you and him too, but he can't seem to look away from you. Allowing his mind to wander to what it would be like if you were together and he could tell you all the things that were constantly bouncing around in his mind.

His hand lifts, fingers pushing a few stray hands of hair out of your face. He's two seconds from leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead when his name is being called loudly from the other side of the door, followed by a firm knock. It pulls you from whatever half-sleep that you were in, eyes squinting in the direction of the sound.

It's Hoseok. And from the use of his stage name, it's safe to assume they're probably filming too. He shushes you as he stands, finding his boxers in the mess of clothes. You watch sleepily as he makes his way to the door, cute butt poking out as he walks. The encounter is brief before he's sitting on the bed beside you.

He looks so cute, hair sticking up all over the place, cheeks flushed as he leans over the takeout, mixing it up before he's holding out a bite to you. You're leaning forward, allowing him to push the food into your mouth. Laughing along with him at the pieces that you miss. It's so comfortable. And nice.

You can't help but wonder what it would be like if everything wasn't this complicated. If you could just be together and talk to each other. Enjoy each other. If only it were that easy.