#I just can't believe she'd fucking do that to me so casually and not even fucking regret or be sorry a little bit

[appleblueberry-pie]

Yandere Lesbian Nurse Geto x Female Nurse Reader

Geto has been a nurse in the biggest hospital in Tokyo for 5 years. And for all 5 years, I have been working beside her. Taking a ridiculous amount of patients, working my ass off, but ultimately being able to put food on my table. Geto has been a great co-worker and friend to me. She'd start her shift at the same time as mine just so we can have a lunch break together. She sometimes steps off of her main task to help me with my patients if she can and even gives me an extra bag of her homemade lunch if she finds out I don't have any.

She's so sweet and caring to me. But I don't hear the same from everyone else I work with.

They'd say outrageous things about her. To me specifically, as if I could do anything about it. "Because she fucking kisses at your feet." They'd spit. "Maybe if you soften her up, she'll consider my offer when my shift is over," they'd chuckle. It's mostly the male doctors who come up to me with this information. Which makes it hard for me to take them seriously. And I don't believe them. How could such a nice woman be as they describe her? Foxy, arrogant, sly, and greedy. I don't see that in her. Therefore, their words mean nothing. Her dark-lipstick stained lips slightly curl up in amusement as I turn my back to the doctor, walking back over to her.

She loves the way you think. It makes her job way easier. Get closer to you, and she'll get her much deserved prize.

I see Geto leaning against the wall as I approach. "I hope you didn't hear what he said." She shrugs and meets me halfway. "It doesn't matter. Words don't matter like that. You learn that early in this field of work." I nod and smile. "Yeah, I guess you're right. So, what do you have planned for the rest of today?"

This is how my usual work day goes. Unnecessary rumors, casual conversation with Geto and then go home. But I guess something was in the air today. Because when I finished eating my lunch alone(surprisingly), I walked into the staff room and found Geto screaming at one of the doctors. He and her were separated by one wooden circular desk and they were both standing. She was leaning over the table as if she wanted to lunge over it to kill him.

"You fucking asshole. If you just listened to me, I would've given you all of the sex you wanted! But you fucking talked to her. AGAIN. You've been pissing me off too many times." She scoffs and turns away from him, holding her head as if she had a headache. He walks around the table and approaches her, placing his hands on her shoulder. "Suguru, forget about her. Why do you care about her? She's a nobody. You're everything she's not, can't you see? You make way more than her, you're prettier than her, and you work more harder. We're the same."

He smiles as Geto relaxes against him. My eyebrows furrow at their words. What the hell was going on? Were they shit talking me? Why did she make that absurd deal with him? And I've never heard anyone call Geto by her first name. They didn't see me yet, and I stood there silently, waiting to see where this conversation would go.

Geto nodded before looking back up at him, a smile on her face. He smiles back before his eyes trail to her lips. When he inches closer, Geto pulls a full syringe from a hidden strap on her thigh and stabs it into his neck, injecting whatever it was into his blood. The doctor chokes on his words, face turning red as he falls to the ground. Geto doesn't even glance down at him before turning towards the door, only to see me there. "Y/n...." I stare at her in horror. She runs towards me and I flinch out of my frozen position. I am only one step back before she yanks me in, slamming the door shut. I can still hear the doctor gasping for breath and I shove Geto away from me. "I can't trust you...get the fuck away from me." My heels click against the floor as I speak.

She slowly approaches me again. "You don't mean that..." I nod, stressed. "Yes. I do." A weird look of happiness overcomes her face before she pushes me through an open door. I fall on my ass, yelping in pain. She storms into the room as well, shutting the closet door and turning the light on. She towers over me and I look up at her, regret filling my chest. They were right. And I didn't listen to anyone. How come I couldn't ever see it?

"Oh, you fucking liar," I whisper.

My skirt rides up and I can feel my upper thighs brushing against the cool marble floor. I hate this closet for this exact reason. I look up, only to see Geto staring back down at me with a look of adoration on her face. Which makes no sense considering she just illegally penetrated a licensed doctor with a needle filled with drugs to knock him out.

Confusion crumbles and turns into fear, my breaths slowly increasing as she fondly looks down at me as if I was a little useless deer, far, far away from mom. Her red heels clack against the floor as she walks closer. I scoot back, my skirt riding up higher in the process and she coos. I gasp at the feeling of the point on her stiletto suddenly rubbing between my pussy lips through the fabric of my panties. "Ohhh, there we go. See? It feels so good, doesn't it, baby? C'mere.."

She steps over my legs before kneeling, her knees trapping me in place. She takes my face in her hands and immediately places her soft lips onto mine. My eyes widen and I can feel her desperately initiating the control. My eyebrows furrow when a warm muscle slips from between her lips into my mouth and I whimper. She swallows it and kisses me harder. I can feel her resting her weight onto my lap, her panties underneath her uniform brushing my core above my work skirt.

I separate the kiss, gasping for air and turning my head to the side. She presses messy kisses down my jawline and neck. I begin to feel dizzy as her hands travel down my chest, groping it before groping at everything else they can get at. "Geto..." I breathe out her name. She whines and grinds herself against me. I feel a throb between my legs and push her away from me. She looks confused and a little sad at me pushing her away and I shake my head.

"No...no, this isn't right. Y-you just drugged a doctor a-and we can't do thi-"

"I love you!!!"

My world stops as she stares at me, tears filling her eyes. "I fucking love you....i've loved you ever since I began working here. I cook you my food, I take some of your own work, I turn down everyone for you, for you! I do everything for you. I still work here for you, I...I turned down my promotion just to be near you. T-that fucking sleazebag I drugged?? He secretly wanted you. But I want you more..."

Her eyes are gone as she gathers her words. I am frozen. No sound is heard besides our breaths. Her face turns to stone as she looks back up at me. "I want you more. I deserve you. You ungrateful piece of shit."

She grabs me by the hair, fingers digging into my scalp as she stands back up. I yelp and she tells me to shut up. "I'm gonna make you love me back." She sounds like she's trying to convince herself.

"Pull my panties down." I stare up at her, frozen and confused. "Pull my fucking panties down. Now." My hands wander towards her underwear under her uniform and I feel around her warm skin until I find the thin thong bands and i pull them down, trying so hard to ignore the string of slick connected to them. "Good girl....come eat me out." Her voice is softened as she spreads her legs for me. I look back up into her eyes and she smiles softly, a look too put-together in her eyes. She's fucking nuts. Her fingers tighten once more on my scalp and I cringe, pushing her skirt up until I see her pink pussy in the shitty closet lighting. I lean closer to it, staring her in the eye as I lick a stripe of her juices from between her warm and sensitive lips.

Her eyes roll back into her lids and her head tips back, a shameless moan leaving her lips. A part of me enjoys this moment between me and her despite everything leading up to this moment. I'm on autopilot as I grab her legs, spreading them further apart as I force my tongue to continue eating her out, ravaging my first meal of the day despite it being 10:30 at night. "I know you didn't eat lunch today." She slurs out, a small squeal leaving her lips when I suck on her clit. She then giggles. "So, this is your meal. Do you like it? Does it taste good, baby?"

I hum, staring her right in the eyes. My face is deep between her soft and warm thighs. I remain eye contact as my tongue finds her entrance. The cold tip of my nose presses firmly against her wet and erect clit. That's when she pulls my face away from her cunt. The bottom half of my face is soaked in her juices. She takes a deep breath before softly loosening the grip on my hair. My face relaxes as she lets me go. She gets back down onto my lap, straddling me. "Please. No more." I plead, exhausted. She caresses my face before bringing her hands to my uniform shirt. "It's okay. I'm gonna take care of you."

She tears my shirt open, biting her lip at my beautiful choice of bra. She makes me take my shirt and bra off, immediately pawing at the tender breasts when they're freed. "So pretty." I sit back, resting on one arm, spreading my legs out. She doesn't even finish her initial thought before sucking on one of my nipples. I sigh in regrettable pleasure. She gets off of my lap, sitting next to me as one of her unseen hands trail down beneath my skirt, between my legs to touch at my damp underwear. I flinch lightly and she pulls off of the nipple.

"Be a good girl and moan for me, okay?" I didn't know what she was talking about until she swiftly pulls my panties to the side and firmly slides two fingers into my cunt like it was nothing. I gasp and she hums in acknowledgement. I whine lightly as her fingers thrust in and out of me. They feel a little rough as she also kisses around my chest, creating hickeys in-between kisses. She then starts curling her fingers on that spongey spot inside of me and my back arches at the pleasure blooming in my lower stomach. "Like that?" She asks. "L-" As soon as I speak, it's cut off from her fingers rubbing quicker on that one spot, the pleasure increasing twice as much. A pathetic moan escapes my lips instead. "Hm?? Just like that?" She asks again as I throw my head back, almost hovering over my body from where I lay. I nod, my eyes squeezed shut. A satisfied smile spreads across her lips as I suddenly moan loudly, squirt gushing out of my pussy onto her hand. Obscene squelching sounds echo throughout the room as she continues her assault on my hole.

"Fuck, no more! No more, please..." I beg and she immediately listens, pulling her fingers out of me. I relax, my back hitting the ice cold marble floor. I try to catch my breath, rubbing my face as if trying to find the sense I once had. Geto sucks my juices off of her fingers, ecstasy flowing through her veins at the taste. She tastes every last drop on her hand and even considers licking what I left on the ground. But I'm more important. She turns back to me and leans over my naked torso, kissing my forehead. "I love you, y/n."

"..." I look back into her expecting eyes. What happens if I say it back? Will it even matter? At this point, I completely forgotten the things she had done before we ended up in the closet. "I love you, too." Her eyes sparkle and she laughs as if I just proposed to her. Her hands find my cheeks once more, cradling my face as she kisses me. The kiss is soft, warm, and domestic. She pulls away and her heart squeezes. "I have to take care of some business. Can you wait here for me?"

What else can I do? I nod. She stares at me for a little while longer before standing up. She leaves. It's silent. I'm half-naked, my mind is fuzzy, and bodily fluids are spilled on the floor. It's cold. What have I done to meet such a woman? She's probably gonna kill the doctor, and God knows what she'll do once she comes back to get me. But even after everything, I'm the one that has her wrapped around my finger. I just have to find a way to get out of what I put myself into.

[queensunshinee]

Time Of Our Lives || Part 2

Part 2:

Tashi Duncan was a force. Everyone knew it. Everywhere Tashi went, a crowd of people gathered, seeking some form of contact with her. A brief conversation about her day, their day, the fucking weather. Just so they could say they talked to the Tashi Duncan. Liana hated her. She didn't hate her personally; she hated the fact that even at Stanford, everything revolved around tennis, and accordingly, everything revolved around Art Donaldson and his blonde curls. Art, who showed up at her dorm at unreasonable hours with a box of fries he didn't even eat but knew she liked, Art, who was at every party she attended, Art, who wouldn't stop babbling about Tashi Duncan. "Look, I just think she's not the right girl for him..." Right now, Art was lying on her bed, bouncing a ball while she was trying to finish a paper for her Intro to Economics class. "I don't understand why you're here..." she mumbled in response. Somewhere in the second week at Stanford, she had stopped fighting his presence. He refused to let go. Every scowl she sent his way only encouraged him to do stupid things like waiting for her after class to walk her to the cafeteria or calling her mom and casually asking if she knew why Liana stopped coming to his open practices (she never attended his practices anyway, the little shit was an unbearable liar who made her mom talk for half an hour about how you can't neglect friendships like the imaginary one between her and Art). "Because you didn't come to practice today. Again." He looked at her. "Are you back with James?" he asked casually. "You know his name is Jake," she rolled her eyes, realizing she'd been reading the same line for fifteen minutes and deciding to close her laptop. "Are you sure?" he asked with a half-smile, pleased that for the first time that evening, he had her attention. "Why do you care that Patrick and Tashi are together?" she asked. "I don't care. I just know Patrick, and you know Patrick-" "Do I?" she cut him off, causing him to squint for a second. "You know Patrick well enough to know how he treats girls. He doesn't take them seriously, and now he's with Tashi. He's going to mess her up and ruin her season." He shrugged, as if it was the most logical thing anyone had ever thought about his best friend. "Aren't you supposed to worry about Patrick's season, Art? Like the good friend you are?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Everything felt too charged with tension she couldn't figure out. "You didn't answer me about James. Are you back with him? He's kind of a loser," he changed the subject, not taking his eyes off her. "You're kind of a loser. Sitting in my room and whining about your best friend dating the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. Get over your crush and move on. Use your blonde hair to find a hookup instead of bothering me while I'm studying." She turned her back to him and opened her laptop again. "And no, I'm not back with Jake," she concluded the topic, not wanting to reopen the wound of that relationship. Certainly not with Art Donaldson, who had started moving towards the door, finally getting the hint.

Liana put Patrick on speaker while she searched for her earrings. She had promised Daria (the only friend she had managed to find so far) that she would go out with her to the bar across from the university, and they would try out their fake IDs. Liana was sure no one would believe she was 21, no matter how revealing the dress Daria forced her to wear, how much makeup she put on, or how high the heels she wore were. No one with eyes would believe she was old enough to buy alcohol. "The referee kept making mistakes. I think Marcus paid him off. His dad probably promised the guy a new Aston Martin if I lost." Patrick, who had been complaining for the last ten minutes about the terrible game he had today, continued talking while she tried to apply lipstick as straight as possible. "I don't know much about tennis, but that sounds exaggerated, Pat." Liana didn't know what to say to cheer him up. The truth was that since the season started and Patrick decided he was pursuing professional tennis, Liana didn't know how to support him. "I'm telling you, something was off there." He spoke, maybe to her, maybe trying to convince himself. "I think you should call Tashi or Art. they would understand better than me what went wrong..." she said, wiping off the lipstick, the bright color felt too much. Like she was trying too hard to draw attention to herself to show everyone she was pretending to be an adult. "Oh, if you think Tashi hasn't already called me and told me everything I did wrong in that game while reminding me of all the mistakes from the previous game, you're wrong." He answered. She recognized the bitterness in his voice. "That sounds like a healthy relationship. you should write a book." She tried to lighten the mood, again not knowing how to help him. She didn't know Tashi, only heard stories about her, and currently, they weren't great. "Art will just keep saying I should have taken the Stanford scholarship like him and be with you guys in the beautiful college bubble, drinking beer from a keg." He continued, ignoring the jab about his relationship. "Imagine how much fun you could have had with me at Stanford, Pat. I'm on my way to use my fake ID at a bar. In heels and everything." Liana tried to do everything she could to steer the conversation away from tennis. "Whoa, Liana Levi, breaking the law. Who would have believed we'd reach this moment? What's your fake name?" he laughed, which made Liana smile. Something about hearing Patrick so broken felt wrong to her. It didn't fit the curly-haired boy who always tried to make her laugh and include her in everything he did when she was around. "Amanda Jacobs," she replied. Silence fell on the line. "Amanda Jacobs like Amanda James who went to boarding school with me and Art?" Patrick asked, and she could hear the octaves in his voice change. She already knew he wouldn't let this go. "I had to come up with something on the spot. I panicked," she defended herself as his laughter slowly became the only thing she could hear. He couldn't see her right now, but it made her smile even more, even though it was at her expense. "Alright, Amanda, don't drink and drive. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He said after he calmed down. "Okay, Dad." She rolled her eyes. "You know I love it when you call me-" he couldn't finish the sentence because she hung up.

Art was sitting on her bed when she came back from the bar. Not only had her fake ID worked, but the bartender had also been hitting on Daria all night, so he kept pouring them free shots. It was safe to say Liana had never drunk that much alcohol in her life. "Am I imagining you?" she asked with utter seriousness. "What? No. I was waiting for you." He looked confused. "Are you drunk?" he asked the obvious while Liana tried to take off one of her heels and almost fell, causing Art to quickly get up and stand next to her so she could lean on him. "How did you get in here, Arthur?" she put her hands on her hips, causing him to look at her and flash his most charming smile. The kind that made all the girls melt. "Your dad gave me a key for emergencies," he said, without taking his eyes off her as he sat back on the bed and she approached him with clumsy steps, a little disappointed that taking off the heels didn't help her stability much. "Do you want to sit?" his tone was amused. He had never seen Liana so drunk. Almost every summer, they managed to sneak a few beers when Patrick came to visit. But it was never serious. "My dad gave you a key? You realize that's not normal, right? We need to talk about boundaries, Donaldson," she turned her head to him while he was already looking at her, just inches separating them as they sat next to each other on the bed. "Patrick told me you were going to a bar, something about a fake ID? wanted to see if you're ok" he said, not moving. A little afraid she'll be the one who suddenly moves away. He couldn't remember the last time Liana was this close to him. He didn't think she would ever get this close to him again. "Patrick is a snitch, and I'm not telling him anything anymore," she sighed and threw herself on the bed dramatically, spreading her arms, causing Art to do the same and land on her arm, closer than she would tolerate any other day. "I can't believe you didn't invite me. I'm disappointed," he tried to sound amused, but he was genuinely disappointed. By this point, he was sure she understood they were friends, that they were connected by such a strong bond that he sometimes doubted if he could ever unravel it. If he even wanted to unravel it. He just didn't understand how, while he saw her so clearly, she didn't see him at all. Sometimes he wondered if she even knew his name. Then he would see her in the crowd at one of his games, and the world calmed down; he always won when she was there. "You don't drink anyway," she noted quietly. The fatigue started to overcome her, and Liana's eyes closed on their own. "Hey, I do drink," he defended himself, even though they both knew he was lying. He tried to maintain his diet as correctly as possible, as fitting as possible for his athletic lifestyle. "I think Patrick is sad," she suddenly said, and Art felt his heart beating quickly. "How do you know?" he asked in a quiet, almost defeated voice. "Because when I talk to him, I'm sad too."

sooo, here's the second part. I think we're getting somewhere, but it's going to be a slow burn, so stick with me, I guess. I'm kinda clueless as to if you like it or not, so feel free to tell me what you're thinking ❤️

[butmakeitgayblog]

Ahhhhh Lexa is so cuddly in that oneshot! 😍😍

She had to be

Listen to me

She had to be

Because this little ray of sunshine?

Deserved to be allowed to be cuddly

Because the thing is, she always wanted to be. She did. Even when she didn't know how to ask for it. Even when all she knew how to do was nudge the door open for Clarke and wait silently to see what she'd do

Even when she didn't feel like she deserved to want it.

Lexa spent so much time worrying about Clarke's comfort and boundaries. So much time carrying the weight of her decisions like a scarlett letter on her chest. She lived with the guilt - not for the decisions themselves - but for how those decisions hurt Clarke, and how it all ultimately lost her the girl she had fallen so hard for, so fast.

But still, there were so many instances where she wanted nothing more than to be allowed to be soft. And you could see it.

So many times when she put herself out there just to feel like a fool in the end.

You could see it in these tiny glimpses of moments, her hesitation. Her disappointment. Her wanting so badly to reach out. But not letting herself.

Always waiting to be pushed away. Always accepting when she was. Always swallowing the pain of her own heartache while aching to be let in...

Which is why the second Clarke said yes? Lexa absolutely let the floodgates open.

While we saw after their first time she had given Clarke space again, had rolled away to recover from being fucked into a nap the intensity of finally getting to have that intimacy with Clarke, I don't think it was because it was what she wanted to do. I think it was pure instinct. Fear. A learned habit to always give Clarke space, and always another chance to push her away should Clarke want to. Seeing how Lexa operated when it came to Clarke, I don't think she took them having sex for granted in the aspect of "oh now all is forgiven." I think even after having Clarke make love to her, a piece of Lexa would've been careful not to push for too much too soon. Been too clingy. Assume Clarke woukd want to cuddle with her, to hold her. To even want Lexa to touch her the same way so intimately.

But.

When Clarke gave the ok? When Clarke made it clear that she was open to that?

Oh she smiled.

And she was happy

She held her hand during sex for godssake, you can't get more mushy than that

And even in her final moments, what made her break? What was the only thing that really truly cut through the pain and the strength of Heda, and gave Lexa a moment of solace?

Clarke's touch.

Clarke's comfort.

Being able to soak in another moment of just being close to her. Loved by her.

Lexa was always a touchy a person. She craved that physical intimacy with Clarke from day one. I mean we're talking about a woman who decided to casually ~take a nap~ on her canopy bed with the drapes open while an almost complete stranger waltz around her tent. She was always sending out the signals out that not only did she want more emotionally from Clarke, but that she wanted more physically. And I don't mean sex (ok well not just sex at least), she wanted that soft comfort of just being near her too.

So yeah. 100% I believe if given a chance to have more moments together after they'd both finally let each other back in, every time Clarke even halfway made it seem like she was open to it, I think Lexa would've become more and more comfortable letting go of her fears and been as affectionate as she'd always wanted. I think she would've become more and more snuggly, more tactile in her expressions of love and pride, to the point that when they were alone I don't think Clarke would've quite known what to do with herself and her little commander-noodle-arms shaped shadow

They still would've argued all the time tho

[elliespuns]

The whole scene where Ellie is leaving Dina and JJ is so heavy, it makes it harder for me to breathe. One would say the only horrible thing about this scene is the fact that Ellie is leaving, choosing Abby over her family. But there's more than that, and it's killing me.

When Dina comes downstairs and sees Ellie packing her bag, she appears unaware of what is happening. But in fact, she is well aware. She knows it as soon as she wakes up and finds out that Ellie is not in the bed. And what makes this scene so heavy is the way Dina tries to convince herself that THIS is not happening AGAIN. The way she just smiles and starts talking about JJ so casually, as if she didn't catch Ellie packing her bag to leave her. She doesn't want to admit it to herself. She can't admit it to herself, even though she already knows. She knows Ellie has already made up her mind when she sees her in Joel's jacket in the dark.

The way she says, "Come back to bed." and turns around, praying for Ellie to change her mind in that moment. But that doesn't happen. Instead, Ellie speaks up, and we see in the way Dina closes her eyes how the crushing feeling of losing Ellie suddenly becomes so real and palpable to her. She doesn't need to admit it to herself anymore. It's happening, and it's so hard to accept.

We finally see that Ellie is not the only one struggling. They were both there in Seattle when it all came down. "For you and for him, I deal with it." Dina says and we realize that maybe if it weren't for the two of them, she would be a wreck too.

But to realize it, Dina and the way Ellie treats her in this scene is not the only one to get sad over. Ellie has her reasons, and knowing what she went through and who she lost, we can't blame her for them. This makes this moment much more painful because we know Ellie is living her family life in denial. We know this has nothing to do with Dina or JJ. Ellie has always loved them. But she's not doing well, bottling up her feelings. She doesn't sleep, doesn't eat, has panic attacks and bad memories to remind her every step of the way of just how big of a hole there is in her heart. They have a beautiful home, but they aren't happy—maybe at heart, but not inside their heads. Dina has always known there was going to be a time like this where Ellie's bad memories win, and Ellie lives her life pretending everything is fine because she doesn't want to hurt the people she loves the most.

Also, we can see how deeply Ellie hurts by choosing to leave Dina. When she says, "I love you." and Dina wants her to prove it, Ellie knows she can't. And it has nothing to do with the feelings she has for Dina. She loves her, there's no doubt about that. But she can't go on like this. She can't rest until she gets closure. This way, she'd finally be able to give Dina what she deserves. She feels like shit, it hurts her so bad knowing that Dina has always been there for her, choosing her over anything else—almost dying because of her. And now, when the tables have turned, she's not able to do the same for her. She's leaving her instead, and it hurts so fucking bad.

"I'm not gonna do this again." is when Dina breaks up with Ellie, and through a heavy heart, Ellie lets her because she knows it's for the best. She knows she's weighing her down, and she believes Dina will be better off without her. That's why her answer is more of a cold one, "That's up to you." because Ellie needs to give Dina a reason to think she doesn't deserve her love; all to make it easier on her to let her go. I just can't.

[gemharvest]

RGB idea GF wiping the floor with BF and Pico in Uno even if they team up against her (she's eating the cards)

"Uno!"

"Jesus Christ, Gee, this is the third game in a row. There's no way you're that lucky." Pico gestured to the girl, holding nine cards in his hand.

"You're just a sore loser." Girlfriend said with a small laugh. "Besides, it's not my fault Biff keeps hitting you with draw fours."

Upon being called out, Boyfriend just gave a toothy smile and shrugged. Pico stared daggers at him; at the both of them.

"It's just starting to feel suspicious, that's all." The ginger grumbled, shaking his head.

"Ska be d'bop."

"Don't you start too-"

A few more moves, and Girlfriend placed down her last card. The game officially over, Boyfriend took the cards to reshuffle for a new one. He hesitated for a moment, then looked at the stack more carefully.

"Ba bo..?" Pico looked over at the cards as well, then furrowed his brows.

"Yeah, I swear the stack keeps getting smaller each game. We're not losing cards, are we?"

Girlfriend felt a bit anxious at the boys' observation, though was able to hold a perfect poker face.

Truth be told, she wasn't that good, or even lucky, at Uno.

What gave her that winning streak? Well, her boys would get distracted easily; staring into their cards with a bit too much focus or giving their phones a quick check when it wasn't their turn. In these brief moments, she would slip a card into her mouth and eat it.

Probably not the smartest idea; though much like Boyfriend, she wasn't really known for them. It was only a couple cards a game, and neither boy paid enough attention to the others' card counts to even notice. As long as she could get away with it, she'd do it.

"It doesn't look that small? Maybe we misplaced a few cards last time we played."

Pico raised an eyebrow at her, but didn't seem to have any desire to argue.

"Maybe, I guess I'll have to keep an eye out the next time I clean."

Nice, they're still none the wiser.

Boyfriend nodded at the pair, before splitting the deck to shuffle. After a few passes, he set the deck face-down, smiling at his work; the boy probably enjoyed shuffling the deck more than actually playing the game.

Cards were dealt, and a new game began. Pico seemed to be putting an effort into paying more attention, so Girlfriend had to go quite a few turns without pulling her trick.

Eventually, his eyes turned to his own cards. Girlfriend waited a moment, making sure he was truly focused while Boyfriend agonized over what card to play himself, before carefully slipping one of her cards out and into her mouth.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Girlfriend froze, card stuck halfway in her mouth. Beside her, Pico's head was still in his cards, though his eyes were raised and staring at her.

Slowly, he lowered his cards and his stare turned into an incredulous look.

"Have you been eating your cards? Oh my god?"

Girlfriend took the card out of her mouth, now crumpled and slightly damp, and held it with the rest of her deck casually; as if she hadn't just been caught.

"Whaaaat, no... Why would I do that?" She spoke, voice feigning innocence. Pico huffed at the lie.

"Bullshit. I can't believe you're trying to pretend you didn't just get caught." Pico scolded, voice more amused than angry. "How in the hell did you even come to the conclusion that that was how you should win."

"Well... It's not like you guys had noticed cards going missing until now."

Boyfriend, Who had been staring silently up until then, suddenly burst out into a fit of musical laughter. Pico and Girlfriend followed suit, not being able to suppress chuckles at how ridiculous the situation was.

While the laughing fit was probably only a few seconds, it felt several minutes long to the trio. Pico was the first to speak after, voice still cracking slightly from the laughter.

"Oh, you are definitely banned from Uno for a while. You also owe me a new deck." He wiped a tear from his eye, still grinning as he spoke.

"Awww come on, I promise I'll stop doing it." Girlfriend pouted, giving puppy dog eyes to Pico. "The deck thing is fair though, I'll bring it the next time I'm over."

"Beebop ska doh??"

"Yeah, I'm not budging on the ban. You'll have to deal with the consequences of your actions, sweetheart." He shook his head gently while he spoke.

Girlfriend stuck her tongue out at him, playful yet clearly not happy with the decision.

"Wow, you're so mean to me over just a few cards."

[sokkastyles]

Reading all the anti zutara post u respond and apart of the arguments not making sense or diminishing both characters it's also like, okay... if you truly believe that Zuko "physically abused" Katara by fighting her when they were enemies, then that is also true for the rest of the gaang, if Zuko supossedly colonized and killed Katara's mom (when he was like 6 ig?), then you can't ship him with Sokka either. Like this are such hypocritical arguments because I'm sure they would defend their preferred zuko ship with 'oh but it's not like that in this ship' (a really weird take for me when the preferred ship is zukka).

Part of Katara's issues with Zuko was that she did held him personally responsable for the crimes of his nation, but she realized she was wrong in doing that, which is more than can be said about anti zutaras ig

(sorry if this is very rambly and doesn't make sense English isn't my first lenguage)

No, you're absolutely right. If Zuko can't have a romance with Katara because of his past, then he can't have one with any of the gaang. Neither can he be friends with them, or even allies. This idea that Katara has a deep friendship with Zuko but can't have a romance with him because he's abusive, racist, etc etc...but you think she'd have a "deep friendship" with someone like that? Be serious.

I've occasionally seen the opposite take, that Katara would fuck Zuko because he is hot but she would never really like him and didn't actually forgive him and like...so you think Katara just has casual sex with racist abusers? I am very confused here.

[heart-of-gold-outlaw]

Happy Holidays, You Idiot (Soap x Ghost)

By the fucking grace of God, the 141 gets leave for the holidays. Soap almost feels like kissing someone. It's been too long since he's been home, and even longer since he's seen his family. He's looking forward to it—can't wait, really—but then he hears that Ghost will be spending Christmas alone and, well... that just won't do. One thing leads to another, and that's how Soap winds up back home, masked L.T. in tow, ready to brave the season... and pretend he doesn't have a massive crush on his superior officer.

Too bad Soap's family can see right through him. Hopefully Ghost is a little more oblivious.

AO3

It's a goddamn Christmas miracle. It has to be. Lately, leave's been few and far between for the rest of the base, let alone the 141, and Soap had already prepared himself for the inevitable "no, I won't be able to make it home for the holidays" conversation he'd need to have with his mother. She always understands, eventually, even though Soap knows it kills her to not have her youngest home for Christmas. Still, she usually tells him not to get himself into too much trouble, and Soap pretends he doesn't hear the worry in her voice. 

"I know ye can handle yourself, dear," she'd told him one Easter, "but please tell me ye've got someone to look after ye."

"Aye, Ma, I do," he'd reassured her. "We all take care o' each other." Then, before he could stop himself: "And nobody's takin' me down while Ghost's still breathin'."

"Ghost?" Soap had winced at the curiosity in her voice. "Is he the one with the mask in that picture ye sent us?"

"Aye, that'd be him."

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, he's a right terror!"

Soap had laughed, told her she didn't know the half of it, and that had been enough to get her to stop worrying for the time being. He hadn't made it home for Christmas that year, either, but his mother seemed a little more okay with it since she knew he was in good hands.

Now, though, Soap can hardly believe it as Price announces they can all go home for a few weeks. There's a barely hidden smile on the Captain's face as Gaz lets out an excited whoop and immediately dashes towards his room to start packing. Soap tries not to immediately follow suit. He's excited, sure, but he knows that if he starts getting ready now, he'll finish too early and have nothing to do until the plane takes off. The anticipation would just about kill him.

His eyes flick to Ghost, who takes the news as silently as he takes everything else. Briefly, Soap thinks he sees a flash of something behind the mask, but it's gone before he can think too much about it. He frowns. Ghost never takes leave, never talks about it. As far as Soap knows, he stays on base if he can, doesn't tell anybody where he goes if he can't. Regardless, Soap's pretty sure Ghost is alone no matter the occasion.

The thought of his lieutenant spending the holidays by himself makes Soap's heart twist. When Price leaves to start making preparations of his own, Soap jogs to catch up to Ghost, who's already halfway out of the room. Ghost glances down at him, eyebrow raised, but doesn't say anything that would suggest Soap should clear out.

"So," Soap says as casually as he can. "We get t' go home for the holidays. Bit of a surprise, eh l.t?" 

Ghost lifts one shoulder in half of a shrug. "Bound to happen eventually."

"My ma's gonna be thrilled. Da, too." Soap smiles, already looking forward to seeing them both. "And I s'pose I should tell my brothers as well. Bastards."

At this, Ghost finally looks at him. "You have brothers?"

"Aye." Soap rolls his eyes. "Two of them. They just about skinned me alive when I enlisted, said if they wound up burying me, they'd dig me up just to kill me again." He snorts at the memory. "I'm the youngest, so I guess it's their job to give me hell."

Ghost huffs at that, something halfway between a laugh and a scoff, and Soap grins. 

"What about you?" Soap can feel his curiosity threatening to drown him. "What are ye gonna do with all this free time, eh?"

For a moment, Ghost doesn't answer. If Soap wasn't watching him, he would have missed the way his eyes widened ever so slightly behind the mask, the way his shoulders tensed like he's ready for a fight. It must be a sore subject, and Soap feels his smile dim a bit. 

"Ye don't have to tell me," he starts, but Ghost is already shaking his head.

"Thought I might stay here," he says, like it's normal and obvious and decidedly not the saddest thing Soap's heard all day. Brown eyes glance over at him, and Ghost must see something on his face, because he shrugs again and continues: "Holidays don't do much for me."

Soap gapes at him. "But it's Christmas."

"It's December 10th, Johnny."

"Ach, ye ken what I mean." Soap rolls his eyes, recognizing the diversion for what it is. "So... what? Ye'll spend the whole time on base?"

Ghost hums. He sounds entirely unbothered by the whole situation. "Something like that."

He's clearly trying to get Soap to drop the subject, and indeed, there isn't much to go on. But Soap's not so easily deterred. The holidays are a big deal in his family—especially Christmas—and he can't imagine anyone wanting to spend them alone. 

That's when the idea hits him: the wonderful, beautiful, absolutely idiotic idea that's sure to get him in more trouble than he's worth.

"Well now," he says, his smile returning with a vengeance. "I can't have ye spendin' Christmas by yerself, Ghost."

As soon as the words leave his mouth, Soap knows he's in for it. He doesn't regret them, not in the slightest, but it's far too late to take them back.

Ghost eyes him suspiciously. "What's that s'posed to mean?"

"It means," Soap isn't sure why his heart suddenly beats a little faster in his chest, but he skillfully keeps it from showing, "that yer comin' with me."

It's definitely not protocol to give a command to his superior officer. And it shows. Ghost stops walking so abruptly that his boots almost squeak on the floor, and he slowly cranes his head to the side until he's staring down at Soap. For a moment, Soap's not sure he's going to survive long enough to make it home for the holidays, and he starts going through a mental catalogue of people he wants at his funeral.

Great. Wonder what cemetery my brothers'll have to dig me out of.

Ghost keeps staring at him, face carefully neutral. Neither one of them so much as breathes.

"What?" Ghost eventually asks, breaking the silence. His voice sounds like he's swallowed a bag of rocks.

It's even harder than usual for him to focus, what with Ghost's eyes, still smudged with greasepaint, looking at him so intently. But Soap holds his ground. He can already feel the corners of his lips twitching with another mischievous smile.

"I said," he continues, rolling his shoulders back, "yer comin' with me. To Glasgow. For Christmas."

Ghost shakes his head. "No."

"Yes."

"Johnny..." A warning.

Soap chuckles and punches Ghost lightly on the arm, pretending that his skin doesn't light up at the contact. "Aw, c'mon l.t," he whines. "It'll be fun! Da always makes too much food anyways, an' I can show ye around the city." 

"I don't—" Ghost rubs the back of his neck and looks away. "I don't do holidays, Johnny."

"That's because ye've never spent them with my family." Soap practically bounces on his feet as Ghost starts walking again. "Ye can still wear the mask, if that's what yer worried about."

Ghost huffs out a sigh. "That's not—I'm not worried about anything, Sergeant. I just don't think it's a good idea."

"It's a great idea!" Soap knows he's practically begging at this point, but he can't bring himself to care. Nobody deserves to spend Christmas alone. Not even Ghost. "An' if ye won't come with me, then I'll stay here... but yer gonna have to explain to m' Ma why she won't be seein' her babe."

It's a low blow for sure, but if Soap's learned one thing in the 141, it's that in order to win, you have to fight dirty. He sees the exact moment it works, watches as Ghost glowers at him like he's ten seconds away from ripping Soap's head off with his bare hands. Soap just beams at him. 

"Fine," Ghost grinds out through his teeth.

He sounds irritated, but there's a hint of softness in his eyes that Soap's learned is mostly reserved for him. His heart does a flip, but he forces it back down before it can beat out of his chest.

"Knew ye'd warm up to me, l.t," he says, patting Ghost on the arm again before turning around. The entire time, he'd been walking in the opposite direction of his room. "Just ye wait: we're gonna have a blast!"

/ / /

The full gravity of what he's done doesn't hit Soap until later that evening. He's in the mess hall when it happens, listening to Gaz rattle on about what to get his little sister for Christmas. Admittedly, Soap isn't really paying attention. His mind keeps wandering back to Ghost. The man was really prepared to spend the holidays alone. Worse than that, he was prepared to spend them on base. Soap knows Ghost is a private man, probably doesn't get out much even when he does go home. It sounds like a lonely life. Not that that's too unusual—in their line of work, it's all part of the gig. 

Still, it doesn't sit right. Soap has to wonder what happened in Ghost's past that turned him into who he is today. 

"—oap. Soap. Are you even listening?"

Gaz's voice brings Soap back to reality. He blinks, disoriented, and then smiles apologetically. 

"Sorry Gaz," he says. "I was thinkin' about something else."

Rolling his eyes, Gaz reaches for his cup of water. There's a barely-noticeable smirk on his lips as he takes a sip. "Those thoughts have anything to do with a certain masked l.t?"

Soap groans, head tilting back to hit the wall with a dull thunk. "How'd ye know?"

"It's not that hard to guess."

Sighing, Soap leans forward and absently mixes the mashed potatoes on his tray. He hopes Gaz is the only one who can read him so well.

"Can I ask you a direct question?" Gaz says after maybe three seconds of silence.

Soap shrugs and shoves a forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. "Shoot."

"Are you two fucking?"

He inhales the potatoes instead of swallowing them, and nearly hacks up a lung trying to get them out. Gaz watches him instead of helping. There's a knowing look in his eyes that makes Soap's face flush.

"Gaz, what the fuck?" He chokes. 

To his credit, Gaz doesn't waver, just keeps looking at Soap with that same steady smirk. "Well?"

"No!" Soap vehemently shakes his head. "I'm not—he's not... I don't even think he... Gaz!"

Gaz laughs and slides Soap's tray away from him. "Calm down, MacTavish, it was just a question."

"Pretty personal one."

Without his food to mess with, Soap bounces his leg up and down underneath the table. Gaz gives him a shit-eating grin, tips his fingers in a mock salute, and downs the rest of his water. 

"For the record," he says, ignoring Soap as he glares at him, "I think you two would be cute together. I mean, you're obviously head over heels for the guy—"

"I am not."

Gaz quirks an eyebrow. "Really?" He lowers the glass of water to give Soap a look. "Then why'd you ask him to spend Christmas with you?"

Soap's eyes widen. "How did ye—"

"Price."

It takes a moment for the name to register, and then Soap drops his head into his hands. Great. Ghost must've complained to their Captain, and now word's going to go around the whole base. Price may be good at keeping classified information a secret, but he's terrible when it comes to gossip.

"He was going to spend Christmas alone, Gaz," Soap finally says. "Christmas. What was I s'posed to do?"

When he finally brings himself to look up, Gaz is laughing at him.

"John MacTavish," he says as he slowly shakes his head. "You are so fucked."

//

Hey hi I don't even go here, but have chapter one of a SoapGhost Christmas fic

[hockeyspiral23]

I’m gonna be real: I think Violet manifesting her signet in Iron Flame is complete bullshit because they would’ve made a big deal out of it just like her first one. The only thing that actually hints at a signet is her Venin dreams which is a little soured when you realize she was supposed to turn at the end of the book.

This also implies that it’s possible for some riders to have manifested their signets already and just didn’t know until it was too late (Like what if a schizophrenic rider was an inntinnsic? How would they know the difference?).

... I have THOUGHTS on this (... as do probably most of us 🤣). Tbh, I actually do think it IS plausible that she has manifested her signet in Iron Flame, and not just because RY told us so, AND that she doesn't know what it is because she's already been channeling. Her having two dragons is literally the only thing that makes sense here because she's not necessarily looking for her signet. In FW, she was so she didn't explode in flames from not manifesting it.

That being said, the rest of my second signet thoughts below the cut.

Even disregarding the (probable) editing error that the venin dreams were supposed to be foreshadowing for Violet to turn, I still don't believe they're her second signet manifesting. Why? For one of the same reasons that I don't believe she can see the dead (Liam) - she was having the dreams in part one ... when Andarna was in the Dreamless Sleep. Violet can't get a second signet until Andarna becomes her sassy, snarky, amazing self (okay, grows up). Andarna does not wake from that until part two.

(the other reason re: the dead thing is the obvious fact that she was blocked from her dragons and therefore had no access to magic.)

Going through the page-by-page notes I made ... the first possible non-dream use of a second signet is during the whole Cordyn venin fight scene in terms of timing. While I like the idea of a slowing down time signet - particularly in terms of Andarna because of her feathertail gift - I highly doubt it's manifested here because Violet can't even sense Andarna that far away from her; I doubt she'd be able to channel from her, either.

I don't think the signet manifests until after p.442, which is the rune lesson with the fliers, and the first conscious time Violet reaches for Andarna's power, and is the first time we see it described. Sawyer also (probably but maybe not - who the fuck knows at this point!) coincidentally flies backward at the same time.

There are options galore with everything with Cat at the end of ch.45/beginning of 46 - during the fight, Violet mentions power searing her veins and lifting the hair on the back of her neck - given Andarna and her bloodlust (gods I love her), I could plausibly see her working through Violet here to "kill the ally." (this is out there, but funny to me)

The throne scene gives one of the best options, when Xaden (unintentionally) pushes his thoughts into Violet. Right after that, when she comes - "... coming apart at the seams of what I think is me but might be him." (IF, p.462). All of this is extremely similar to what happens in the wardstone scene when she feels Xaden's anguish on the battlefield. The explanation AGAINST this is that Xaden's shields are fucking toast during that fight, so that's why she feels all of his emotions when she lets down her own.

Next option is on p.491 ... after she's figured out how to raise the wards, but wants to tell Xaden ... but she in theory doesn't see him until right before the rune hunt ... and it says she falls asleep curled up next to him. Which this could be a MASSIVE editing error (... plausible), or she's somehow a distance wielder (which is a signet that RY has been hinting at in random interviews and it could be Violet and NOT Cam/Aaric like some have theorized). Truthfully, I think this one is more editing error, but I will happily eat my words if not.

SPEAKING OF THAT RUNE HUNT, there's a seemingly casual conversation between Violet and Andarna on p.501 when talking about second signets - "'I don't know,' I answer, glancing back at Andarna ... 'Will I?' 'Why are you asking me?"" Dragon is awfully casual with this response. I also don't buy the Violet-as-amplifier theory given Sloane's signet manifestation in this whole sequence either because signets have canonically manifested under stress (and, the other example, with Rhi and the dagger, was in part one when Andarna was snoozing).

Next option: p.519, after the Aretian wards go up - "I shift my weight, energy tingling in my fingers, slowly filling my cells, saturating me in preparation instead of drowning me as usual." - subtle signal of channeling from Andarna? A sign of Violet FINALLY GAINING SOME FUCKING CONTROL? Or the second signet helping with that? If anything, I'm going with options A and B.

Personal thought that part of the reason Violet never realizes she's even manifested a second signet yet is due to the fact that she always goes for her Archives door (p.533, example), which we know is for Tairn's power, as opposed to the window (p.442) she uses for Andarna's power. Does she completely forget that the window is right there?

There's my personal, out-there belief that has to do with her actually being able to talk to more dragons than just her own, since canonically you shouldn't approach/talk to ones that you haven't bonded with, but she does it MULTIPLE times during the Battle of Basgiath - on p.590 with Silseag, p.605 with Codagh ... arguably ordering her OWN dragons around on p.618 (which I feel like would normally be a bad idea). Plus the girl NEEDS information (p.544), and who has the most information in the *~Empyrean*~ series? Oh right, the FUCKING DRAGONS.

... but also, there's the time seemingly slowing down scene during the Battle of Basgiath when she watches her squad work together perfectly in slow motion. But I don't think that slowing time is it, tbh.

...

In conclusion, I don't fucking know. Do I believe that Violet's second signet has manifested? Yes. Do I have any idea what the fuck it actually is? No. Will anything surprise me at this point? Probably not. Do I hope and pray that Onyx Storm is better edited? OH PLEASE GOD YES. Am I going to enjoy this ride regardless? Obviously.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk, and bless you if you've actually read this far. 🤣❤️

[simping4villains]

As requested, here’s the fourth chapter of my latest Shiggy fic, Losing Streak. I update more regularly on Wattpad and ao3, so check there for more chapters! I’m also happy to take requests so dm me if you’ve got one <3

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Warning: Sexual content, non-con elements

   You decided to skip the rest of your classes that day. It wasn't like you could've actually focused anyway. You received a few concerned replies from your professors after your initial email letting them know you'd be absent. It wasn't like you to miss a lecture.

   You laid in bed for the rest of the afternoon. You didn't even bother getting up to turn a light on once the sun had set, instead letting your bedroom remain dimly lit by the blue light of your phone as you aimlessly scrolled through social media. It was a pathetic attempt to try and distract yourself from what you'd be doing later that night.

   No matter how many hair tutorials and life hack videos you watched, you still couldn't shake the questions that bounced around inside your head. How did those photos come into existence? How could you stop them from being spread? And, most importantly, was there a way to do it without having to fuck Shigaraki?

   You weren't sure what was worse: the thought of having sex with him or the very real possibility that you might've done it already. That was what the photos led you to believe, anyway.

   A knock sounded at your door. You didn't respond, but Hana let herself in anyway.

   "You're still in bed? You should be getting ready."

   She was right. You had to leave soon. Though it wasn't like Shigaraki struck you as the kind of guy who'd care if you put any effort into your appearance or not. He had demanded a blowjob from you while you were wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, after all.

   "The guys are going to be here soon."

   You looked up at her, confused. "The guys?"

   "Oh my god. Don't tell me you forgot?"

   "What?"

   "The party? The one we're hosting in like twenty minutes?"

   "Party? I thought it was just the two teams coming over."

   "It is, but you know how the guys can get."'

   You did, which is exactly why you hadn't wanted them in your home in the first place. At least this meant your time with Shigaraki would have a silver lining—that you would have an excuse to miss all the 'fun.'

   "I won't be around tonight," you told her.

   "What? But when I asked the other day you said you were free. What are you doing?"

   "I'm supposed to meet up with Shigaraki."

   You hoped you'd said it casually enough that she'd connect a different set of dots and think the two of you were just studying. She took the bait.

   "On a Friday night? Just cancel! We have so much time left for those stupid projects anyway."

   "I can't. It's important."

   "More important than bonding with your team? Don't you want to make captain next year?"

   You did. Hana was a year above you, and before she graduated she'd be giving the coach her recommendation for who she thought should take her place. You couldn't imagine she'd recommend anyone but you—she knew how strong your work ethic was—still, her frustration was palpable.

   You bit your cheek, wondering how lenient Shigaraki might be. "I mean, I can ask him if he's alright with rescheduling."

   "Let me know what he says," she called over her shoulder as she left, closing your door again.

   You pulled up your conversation with him on your phone.

You: "Hey, I forgot I have a team thing tonight. . ."

   His response was immediate.

Shigaraki: "Skip it."

You: "Can't we just reschedule?"

Shigaraki: "I don't like to be kept waiting."

You: "What's one more day?"

Shigaraki: "What's 5,000 people seeing your tits?"

You: "Fine."

Shigaraki: "Don't be late."

   You wanted to push back and write 'Or what?' but you worried he'd take it as a challenge to make your night hell. So instead, you rolled out of bed, grabbed your bag, and headed downstairs. Hana, Akiko, and your other roommate, Jin, were all in the living room, dressed in their usual party attire of ripped jeans and crop tops. They were pulling out packages of red solo cups and setting up a beer pong table.

   "That doesn't look like a party outfit," Jin joked as she saw you.

   You hadn't bothered changing or anything. You were still in the same hoodie and sweatpants you'd thrown on in a rush that morning.

   Hana looked up at you and frowned. "I'm guessing this means you couldn't get out of it?"

   You nodded.

   "Wait, what?" Akiko asked, looking between the two of you. "Are you skipping out on tonight?"

   "Yeah, sorry."

   Hana turned to her. "She's ditching us for a boy."

   Akiko gasped. "No way! Y/n never dates! Who is it?"

   You rolled your eyes. "It's not like that at all."

   "It's Shigaraki," Hana said.

   Akiko's expression fell, going from excited to horrified in seconds.

   "We're just doing homework," you assured her. "It's not like I want to hang out with him."

   Hana shrugged. "Then don't."

   "Come on, cut her some slack," Jin said. "You know how she is about grades. Besides, I'm sure she already feels bad enough just missing out on the party."

   Honestly, you were glad to miss the party, and you had a feeling that Jin could tell, but you appreciated her sticking up for you nonetheless.

   "Well, there's always the next one," Hana conceded. "Don't work too hard."

   "Thanks," you smiled. "Have fun tonight. Tell the team I said 'hey.'"

   "Will do," she smiled back.

   They waved you off and you began your funeral march across campus. You shrugged against the chill of the air, once again having forgotten to grab your jacket on your way out of the house. At least earlier the sun had been out to help a bit, but it had set hours ago. You hated how short the days were in the fall.

   The address Shigaraki had given you was for an apartment building kind of down the block from the pub you'd stopped at the night before. You were a bit worried you wouldn't make it in time, but you knocked on his door with seven minutes to spare. To your surprise, he wasn't the one to answer. It was another boy with acne-scarred skin and spiky pink hair that pointed every which way.

   "Oh, sorry. I think I must have the wrong address."

   He looked at you with disbelief. "Are you Y/n?"

   "Yes."

   "Shiggs, she's here!" He called over his shoulder before stepping aside and gesturing for you to come in. Hesitantly, you did. "He's gaming, but you can just go in. His room is down there on the right." He pointed toward the end of the hallway.

   "Thanks."

   You followed his directions to Shigaraki's door. No response came when you knocked. Feeling uncertain, you looked back at the other boy to find him nodding and gesturing for you to go in.

   Taking a deep breath to collect yourself, you turned the knob. Immediately, you were met with a distinct smell—it was that of a typical college boy's dorm, only ten times worse. The air in the room felt incredibly stale and almost muggy. Shigaraki didn't look up when you came in. Like the other boy had said, he was busy gaming.

   "Hey," you greeted, shutting the door behind you.

   "Hey," he mumbled in response, not bothering to peel his eyes from the screen. "Gonna be a sec."

   You frowned. It pissed you off that he'd made such a fuss about you being on time, but here he was making you wait around. You threw your bag down and moved to stand next to him, crossing your arms over your chest. "You know you picked the time I was supposed to get here, right?"

   "I wasn't sure you'd actually show."

   You scoffed. "As if you gave me a choice."

   "Just have a seat. I'm almost done."

   You looked around the room for a spot to sit while you waited for him to finish. The only source of light was his computer screen, but even that was enough for you to be able to tell that his bedroom was an absolute mess. There were empty cans and piles of dirty clothes strewn about. Not only was his bed unmade, but it didn't even seem to have a sheet on it from what you could tell. Unless you felt like clearing a spot on the floor, there was nowhere to sit.

   "Uh, do you have an extra chair?"

   He didn't answer, just wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his lap. You yelped as you crashed into him.

   "Relax. You're fine. No need to be so dramatic."

   "This isn't what I meant when I asked for a chair, you know."

   "Yeah, I know," He replied casually, resting his head on your shoulder so that he could see the screen. "But isn't this more comfortable?"

   "No, it's not," you insisted, shifting to keep his knees from jabbing into your thighs.

   His breath hitched. "Mm maybe don't move around too much."

   You froze, panicking as you realized that it you could feel his cock getting harder beneath you.

   He couldn't help but smirk when he felt you stiffen. He loved getting to watch you squirm when you were uncomfortable. It was cute seeing you all flustered. To add to it, he leaned in and whispered, "Unless you're trying to start something. Which, in that case. . ."

   Pausing his game, he snaked one of his hands underneath your sweatshirt. When he reached your chest he snorted. "No bra? Damn, you really did want this, huh?"

   "No, I didn't!" you snapped. "I was just in a rush."

   The first time. Why hadn't you put one on before leaving that night though? You'd had all day. Maybe you figured there was no point. Deep down, you knew where the night was headed.

   He started kneading your chest. "This whole time I thought you were some uptight bitch, but really you love being treated like a little slut."

   "No, I do—ah!"

   He pinched one of your nipples.

   "Oh, you liked that?"

   You did, but you would absolutely never admit that to him. You shook your head.

   "Really? I don't believe you."

   He started rolling the sensitive bud between the tips of his fingers. You bit your tongue, trying to choke back a moan.

   "Come on, no need to hold back for me."

   His other hand reached up to your jaw, gripping it in a way that forced it open. You couldn't help the breathy moan that escaped as his fingers kept working your chest.

   He snickered. "I knew it."

   You hated him so much, but not as much as you hated your own body for actually enjoying what he was doing to you. Despite how much you tried to fight it, heat was quickly building between your legs as if you really did want him to be touching you like that. You couldn't let him think he was right about you.

   He shifted his legs so that one of them was wedged between yours. You knew what he wanted you to do before he even said it. "Ride."

   "W-What? No!"

   He yanked your head back by your hair so that he spoke directly in your ear. "I'm sorry, did it sound like a request? Fucking do it."

   Timidly, you rocked your hips. You couldn't stand the way your body welcomed the friction, taking pleasure in it.

   "Don't stop until you come," he said.

   It was meant to be humiliating. He wanted to break you down and make you feel worthless. So then why were you enjoying it so much? Each time your clothed cunt dragged against him felt like ecstasy—like your body was being given exactly what it needed.

   "That's it," he encouraged as another moan escaped you.

   His mouth found its way to your neck. The rough friction of his lips caused you to shiver. Of course, it didn't go unnoticed by Shigaraki. You could feel him smirking against your skin before he latched onto you, sucking a bruise just above your collar bone. He let go with a 'pop' and pulled away to admire his work, humming in satisfaction.

   "I'm going to mark you up so that everyone knows you're mine."

   "I'm n-not," you protested weakly, barely able to get the words past another moan.

   He only laughed at you. "Are you joking? Look at the way you're falling apart on my thigh. Are you telling me that you act like this for just anyone?"

   The truth was, he was right. The sex you'd had in the past was pretty vanilla. You wouldn't normally be taking orders and humiliating yourself the way you were now, and you'd never been this close to coming with someone else—So. Fucking. Close.—but it's not like it was because of him. You were the one doing all of the work, after all.

   "I asked you a question," he growled, grabbing your hair in a threat to pull again.

   "I—ngh—" You were seconds away from coming undone. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to pretend you were anywhere but in Shigaraki's bedroom, using him to get off.

   "Oh my god. Are you coming?" He asked, suddenly excited. "Are you actually fucking coming right now?"

   "Shut up."

   Even with your eyes closed, you could tell he didn't like that response. He grabbed your jaw, prying it open so he could shove his fingers in your mouth. You weren't sure if he wanted you to suck on them or if he just wanted to teach you a lesson for talking back, but either way, you bit them as you came. Surprisingly, he didn't complain.

   Before you had a chance to come back to earth, he told you to turn around. You didn't want to, but obeyed. He shifted so that you were straddling him. In this position, you could feel how hard he was. It made your stomach churn anxiously as you wondered how he'd make you deal with that.

   He moved his hand between the two of you, reaching to slide it under the waistband of your sweatpants. Your immediate reaction was to try to stop him. You grabbed his wrist, which only earned you a warning glare.

   You had to play by his rules if you wanted to save your reputation.

   You let go, feeling even more nauseous than before as his spindly fingers dipped under your panties, coming into contact with your clit. You drew in a sharp breath. You were still so sensitive.

   You hated the grin that spread across his face. "You really are a slut after all, huh? You're fucking soaked."

   You couldn't even respond because you were too busy proving his point, moaning as his fingers explored your folds, curling inside of you. Your hands found their way to his hair, lightly tugging as if begging for more. God, you'd never hated yourself so much in your life.

   His eyes watched your every reaction as his fingers explored deeper, dragging over that spot that made your brows knit together each time he pulled them out. He'd never really thought about kissing anyone until he met you—until you fell so perfectly into his lap. And here you were now, practically writhing from his every touch, not daring to refuse him. So why was he so nervous?

   You tugged at his hair again—god, he loved when you did that—and he decided that it meant you were trying to pull him closer. It meant that you wanted him. So, he closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss you.

   It was sloppy. He didn't really know what he was doing and you didn't seem particularly interested in kissing back. He decided you were probably too distracted by what his hands were doing to actually try. He'd started hitting that spot your liked more aggressively. He wanted to be the one to make you come, to watch as you unraveled at his touch, and he could tell it was working. He kissed you deeper as he felt your walls starting to clench, happily swallowing your moans as they entered his mouth. For a moment it felt like maybe you had kissed him back, but he could have been imagining it.

   He pulled away so he could look at you. Your eyes were still closed and your breathing was heavy. A sense of pride bubbled in his chest knowing he'd actually managed to make you feel good.

   Maybe he wasn't such a hopeless virgin after all.

   You opened your eyes again to find him staring at you with wonder, like you were the most incredible thing he'd ever seen. Like you were something to be had. You were worried he was going to try to kiss you again, but instead he opened his mouth, tugged at your waistband, and said the last thing you wanted to hear.

   "Take these off so I can fuck you already."

[msommers]

riya youtuber AU and maeve magnus archives AU!

thank you!! finally a reminder to get back to those abandoned maeve thoughts lmao // send an au for 5 headcanons

riya youtuber au

in true riya form, i can't imagine she'd have a single type of content. she'd be all over the place, uploading whatever the fuck she felt like making. also in true riya form this chaos somehow works for her, algorithm gods be damned. (it's bc she's hot and has hot friends/family)

honestly she's probably one of those youtubers who has like 3 different channels because she let a friend talk her into at least trying to be a little organized and yeah it worked, things are sorted, but sometimes she'll go over a month without putting anything out on one of them because she didn't feel like making anything for it lmao

in this world she'd actually get to live those dreams of traveling with victor and they'd have the most envy inducing vlogs about it. like wym they're so carefree and privileged enough they can do shit like “we spent 3 months visiting the most romantic destinations according to [insert site here]” why can't that be ME

i just know one of her most popular videos would be “grwm but my brothers do the voice over” (daimon knows the most bc he's the married one and listens to his wife lmao) 

she does grwm livestreams before she attends concerts and almost all of them start several hours before she’s set to leave because she’ll have the artist’s music playing in the bg and waste an ungodly amount of time dancing to it + talking with her chat. the eyeliner can wait she’s gotta shake ass to this chorus real quick

tma maeve au (which i did partially write a statement for all those months ago but never finished lmao)

she had 2 encounters with the lonely. the first happened when she was a little girl and home alone, the forsaken playing with her belief that her parents wished they'd never had her by having her walk through a version of her home with all trace of her existence removed. when she ran outside to look for help, it appeared that nobody could see or hear her whatsoever. naturally she had a massive breakdown after that, blacked out, was woken up by her irritated mother, and found out she'd lost about 2 days to the "nightmare".

her second encounter came nearly three years into her marriage to carden, the lonely returned in a familiar horror but this time working in tandem with the stranger. her home once again warped by the fears, this time everything of hers replaced to display the version of her that carden tried so hard to mold her into. surrounded by people that she knew because of him, all seemingly blind to her panic and speaking to her like it was a casual gathering with nothing amiss. she's married to that man for another two years and almost certainly recovering from that encounter the entire time, often stumbling two steps back because of his gaslighting aligning perfectly with that encounter's reality. 

i still believe it’s super funny for maeve to lie her ass off on a cv and in an interview with institute head ilya (he’s a knowerTM but goes along with it anyway) to get a job there because she believes it has answers for her experiences, and those will help to heal her. and then it’s even funnier bc she’s unwittingly signed on for exposure to a third entity and even more horrors. like yikes, sorry bestie, you really don’t deserve all that. at least she can flirt w her co-workers to cope

maeve recording her own statement is fun for many reasons but i think #1 is the concept of after finishing the stories, her saying into the quiet, “ilya. i know you’re listening.” and hearing the static grow just a little bit louder bc yes. yes he is. do i know all of the surrounding circumstances or place in the story?? absolutely not. and idc. i think it’s cool and fun and sexy for king voyeur himself to be Seen in return. to get called out when he's just sitting there in his office having a peep lmao

lysandra (lonely avatar) and ilya (eye avatar) having a turf war over who has the claim on maeve because lysandra’s been tormenting her for [indiscriminate amount of time here] and wants the treat, but ilya's formed an attachment + maeve's so effortlessly started easing into the domain with her dedication to research, writing, and aiding archivist-in-training dietrich over there.

[fallenclan]

Sorry I'm normal and perk up like a cat hearing a bird at any mention of Sunwish. (NOTE - need to think about 🧶 anon's ask some more rotate it in my head but i do concur largely and also am a little insane about it. Holding hands and skipping and singing tralala together as Sun & Scorch apologists respectively & wielder of them all)

IN FOCUS THOUGH. Ohh... I have to wonder about Sun and Morning's relationship. Sun wasn't amongst those openly mourning Morning, to my memory, but I have to think. I have to wonder. Morningbloom was strict and a good kitsitter; Sunwish was righteous and a good listener. Morningbloom was 19 moons when Sunwish was 12 moons - feasibly someone Sun would've looked up to, as an older warrior apprentice then warrior. Morningbloom was the first cat - the only cat, according to my notes - to die directly under Sunwish's paws as the clan's sole medic. (Nettlestem was found dead, I believe? Mauled on a walk.) (Though you COULD speculate she might've been found alive for drama, if you want - probably a case of Sun being in the wrong place, not having the right herbs, or just not being able to repair that kind of damage. Either way, she mourns her.) I have to wonder.

Did Sunwish aspire to be like Morningbloom, of who we saw little, but seemed a respectable warrior? Did Morningbloom appreciate Sunwish's company while she was in the medicine den with a broken spine; did she think her hard-headed righteousness was cute? Did Sunwish appreciate Morningbloom's, prickly* though she could be? For some reason Morning gives me the vibe of someone who's just nice company in general, good to sit with. Heart-rendingly, I can't help but wonder - if Morningbloom was a good kitsitter, Sunwish a good listener, did she tell her about the little cats she'd looked out for before** in those nights she was stuck on bedrest? Reminiscing, maybe laughing off some of Sunwish's dread at the prospect of having to see to some arrive safely someday as the clan's medic, smiling around some casual reassurance. Did Sunwish believe it? Did Morningbloom?

Did she still, as she laid dying under her paws?

[1/2] (- 🐈‍⬛)

THIS IS MAKING ME SO UNWELL WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN WTFFFFFFFFF

just. first of all. the final painful edition fucking FLOORED me. i literally stopped and put my head in my hands physically what the FUUUUCK thats so fucked up wtf. holy shit and that just makes me wonder if Oaktuft ever knew that Scorchstar was the one that killed Sunwish. and if they would have felt guilty about it. AUGH???

Morningbloom and Sunwish. oh fuuuck they are making me feel ILL. because i can look back at my drawings fairly easily i can tell you that Sunwish was NOT one of the cats to mourn Morningbloom but i am completely disregarding this bc like. could you fucking imagine. Morningbloom spent all those moons in the medicine den healing her broken spine. they HAD to have talked a bit, maybe even been friends? a little? and yeah Morningbloom grew a little crush on her but WHAT IF. Sunwish finally let slip how much she hated being a medicine cat. and Morningbloom promised once she got better she would teach Sunwish some battle moves or hunting moves. and maybe she DID. maybe the two of them in their spare time went out on faux patrols like Sunwish was a real warrior. maybe Morningbloom was the one to cheer when Sunwish caught her first prey. do you think that Sunwish would have finally grown some hope about her situation, and dreamed that one day she might be a warrior? do you think that when Morningbloom died, her hopes did too?

another thing you're right about is Morningbloom fr has haunted the narrative SO much. arguably more than any other clan founder??? i mean. Scorchstar, Nettlestem, Oaktuft, they were all old and relatively fulfilled when they died. Wildfang didn't really have time to leave an impact on the clan. Sunwish is obviously another story but MORNINGBLOOM. even though she died on only like moon 25 you can FEEL her impact through the story. she's haunting it. imagine how Sunwish felt. even if there WAS nothing she could do, i bet thats not what she told herself. hell, I bet that's not even what Scorchstar told her. even if Morningbloom's ghost didn't really haunt her. maybe all the sleepless nights... idk. i have thoughts.

but FUCK when Sunwish died????? and Morningbloom is like. There. yknow. the physical manifestation of your failure at the one duty you were permitted to do. the only path you were allowed to follow. the death on your paws. standing right in front of you and smiling???? unreal. i bet the first words out of Morning's mouth were assurances that it wasn't Sunwish's fault, it was never Sunwish's fault.

do you think they spend their free time in Starclan practicing hunting moves?

[lunavarley]

i had a weird dream and decided to make some memes to remember it

i'll summarize it below the pictures if you want to read more, but the only context necessary for this is that it was presented as an episode of an animated kidcom, like the kind of thing you'd see watching nickelodeon, cartoon network, or disney channel as a kid

tw for the below summary: mentions of animal deaths

basic plot summary of whatever this dream was:

-again, consider this an animated kidcom. the main guy had a crush he was always trying to win over, like in most of those shows. the boy was talking to the girl in a classroom and convinced her he was gonna get her a gift or something. and through a wacky series of coincidences, the girl stumbles on honeymoon or anniversary photos/drawings of the teacher? i think? and is like "wait, it's us, i can't believe you did this for me"

-this anniversary was stated to be in ghana. this isn't relevant at all to irl ghana, but being on another continent (the show in this dream took place around california) is relevant.

-anyway, main boy starts making a collage with those photos and continues lying to impress the girl because hey, if this is what it takes to get together, why not. but there is an issue. he also is like "yeah, we're gonna go to ghana together!" he's not doing a whole flight to ghana. BUT he's a rich kid. he has his butler use most of the family funds (they must be billionaires or something) to basically nuke los angeles and do some light "landscaping" to make the city they're gonna fly to look like ghana, somehow

-and he's lying to her more and more throughout the flight. even shit she could easily look up like "trump's dead." eventually, when they get to the beach city near where everything was nuked. the girl vanishes, leading the boy to think she was kidnapped and want to go after her. and the whole class is on vacation there now too for some reason (which is relevant! not relevant but a fun thing to mention: the animation style suddenly changed from hand-drawn to CGI) -the boy finally makes it to where the girl is, but after having to avoid most of the class. maybe they don't like him? maybe they knew he was the one who launched the nukes. but either way, he's in a precarious position. (it also could be that he wanted to get the collage back from the girl for the teacher to not ruin/lose it, and the class knew he stole it?)

-also unpleasant: he goes over the frozen corpses of hundreds if not thousands of animals to get there. they're from the nuke. like this is something he explicitly caused. -so he finds the girl, and first, she lists everything fucked up he's done in the episode, including lying and the kind of misogynistic stuff you'd see boys casually do in these shows a few decades ago. and she punches him. tells him not to ever do something like that again. -but here's the wild part. despite the fact that he actually ended countless lives, she's touched about everything he went through for her and hugs him. she says to never stop being interested in her and she says she'd love to hang out and see him again if he gets out of this as she walks away -and he's like, "what do you mean get out of this?" -and at that point the feds roll up -now in this dream, i remembered this episode having an ending that kinda devalued it on the rewatch for me. and i'm like "oh, yeah, he just goes to prison for life or something. sure. that was the ending that made me not want to rewatch this episode whenever it was on." but NOPE! there's an image of jail and then a smash cut to him sitting up on a roof or atop a batting cage or something. one of the feds basically says they let him out because he's just a kid. despite the fact that he nuked a city.

-and at the end of the episode, he's been trying to call his mom for hours as he's all alone up there. his dad finally picks up and assures him he's not mad. and it seems kind of like a relief, like despite how HORRIBLY he fucked EVERYTHING up (i literally thought while watching the episode that i could never sympathize with him again after he NUKED A CITY TO LIE TO AND IMPRESS A GIRL AND THEY SHOWED THE AFTERMATH), everything's going to be ok

-and as the call ends, he suddenly is like, "Mom!" in an oh shit way. the implication being while he got away with everything else, she is going to be beyond furious

-and that alone is fine for an ending, but then there's a post-credits scene. this is the part that made me think either the whole episode is non-canon and he made no actual progress in getting the girl, or just every post-credits scene in this show is non-canon. because it is FUCKED up

-it cuts to the roof, where he still is hours later. he's all but sobbing and saying "mom" or something. i think he might've been too scared to go home and face her. regardless, he's there. and the school bullies show up. the implication is that they're gonna beat him up, and i thought the episode would end there, but no, it's worse than that

-with the bullies is him from the future, who makes it clear he wants to teach past him a lesson. the shot cuts to the bullies watching, and you can hear screams and weak, futile attempts to fight back, but you don't see the brunt of it

-and finally, the last shot is almost like an overhead. you can't see the boy, but you can see a bloody trail leading away from future him. future him even pretty much says he beat past him so badly that past him will never walk again. (and up until that part, i thought he'd been beaten so badly that he died.)

i felt compelled to share this here. with my favorite/weirdest/scariest dreams, i usually see what i can salvage into my writing. but in this case, i don't know what i'd even want to salvage? so enjoy the memes instead

[electricprincess96]

I tried to watch the Tomb Raider anime. I got 2 episodes in and just couldn't. Lara was fine but my boy Zip, what have they done to you. This man was a tech expert living like a broke college student wearing hoodies and white vest shirts and suddenly they want me to believe he's the sort of guy whod turn up to a party with his nails painted and a feather boa. And that his idea of "casual clothes" is a purple waistcoat... no, sorry that's not Zip, that reads like someone was given a really bad description of Alister's characters but with Zip's name.

I don't care that they seem to have made him Queer. I care that they've done it by making him a stereotype. Why can't he be a queer man that wears hoodies and white vest tops and acts like he plays COD inbetween doing work for Lara?

Also I'm so fucking sick of Lara's family issues. We had a whole trilogy of this, we've technically had 2 whole trilogies of Lara and her parental issues starting with the Legend Trilogy with her looking for her mother and trying to prove her father wasn't crazy for holding out hope Amelia survived (but it was better written and not as intrusive to Lara's character there).

Like I'm bored of this plotline now.

The show doesn't even seem to fit in with the Survivor Trilogy. She's guilt stricken over Roth's death in TR2013 despite this never being brought up ever in Rise or Shadow. Like you can't just bring this back up now and have her and Jonah and Zip act like she's barely able to function properly due to guilt over something that happened 3 years ago when we've literally seen her go on two more adventures, befriend other people (who also die) and she never once at any point in those 2 games brought up any lingering guilt over Roth's death.

Also love how they just seem to have wrote out Alex, the guy from TR2013 who had a crush on Lara who ALSO DIED in that game, like no guilt over his death Lara? By her logic over her supposed guilt for Roth's death,she'd be just as guilty over Alex's. But he doesnt seem to exist anymore, he's not in the Endurance crew picture, he's not in the flashback scene even though he was there when Roth died etc. Like he doesn't need to talk but if you want me to believe this anime is meant to fit into this unified canon timeline they're doing its pretty bad to be making retcons that literally don't NEED to be made for the timeline to work.

Like it's retreading old ground in the story and character development department, I didn't like what they did with Zip, and it's an absolute headache to follow when placed in the wider timeline even taking "unified timeline" out of it, it doesn't fit in the Survivor timeline that much either.

I'll maybe go back and try and finish it, maybe it'll get better. We'll see.

[butmakeitgayblog]

I was going through CI snippet and I reached the post where Clarke says "I love you" back to Lexa for the first time and it made me think about Lexa's internal reaction.

Can you imagine someone that was never genuinely loved since her father died, being loved again by someone that she adores? And not only that, she keeps recieving those words forever after.

I would die and come back to life every time.

I can totally understand why Lexa threatened Clarke of divorcing her after her car accident.

I love this ask because by CI's nature we don't really get a lot of insight into Lexa's whole... deal. Lol. But the fact is that while Lexa does not love often, when she does love, she loves with her entire being. Everything. Every bit of herself, including the pieces that are deeply in love with her own self 😅. She'd spent so much of her life shutting down those parts of herself that for a long while she wasn't even entirely sure she was capable of feeling that deep, foundational kind of love for another person ever again. She hadn't with any of her casual lovers, and she certainly hadn't with Costia. So when she told Clarke she loved her, it was because she was sure. Extremely sure. Sure to the point she was already at a place that just the idea of Clarke with anyone else had her half deranged and pacing her bedroom as she fumed for ever making that stupid bet.

But she's also entirely aware that she's managed to fall in love with this skittish, angry, little kitten of a woman who is every bit as likely to hiss at her when she tries to love her as she is to just purr and admit that she actually does want to be loved.

So it's a process, loving Clarke. It requires dedication and patience, two things Lexa has in spades (when she wants to.) And in that period of time when she was the only one willing to say what she knew they both felt in their relationship... it didn't feel great.

She understood it.

She accepted it even.

But it did not feel great.

And then... and then Clarke just said it. Just like that. Just like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. And Lexa knew she hadn't even been thinking about it (which means she'd been thinking about it so damn much she couldn't stop it from spilling out), and oh. It could not have happened a better way. She held it together and stayed as unaffected as her pounding little heart would allow, but internally? Full body chills and burning heat behind her eyes (humiliating.) It was that pressure that throbs at the base of your neck when the emotions are too much for one measly body to contain. It was everything. Everything. It was everything she never wanted and everything she could not live another day without. It was surprising, and entirely expected. It was new, yet felt like they'd been saying it for years.

Lexa's not a person who verbally says her feelings very often but fuck she loves to hear others. She craves Clarke's words and her pretty offerings of devotion and preens under her oaths of affection. And it's quite wonderful because once the dam breaks it's like Clarke can't quite say it often enough. It's all the time, big and small and Lexa laps every word of it right up.

So when the time comes that she sees a real danger of losing all of that so suddenly... she knows she has a choice to make. While she's sure some would look at her ultimatum as manipulative or controlling, Lexa really couldn't give a fuck. She has no one but herself and this one other person who means everything to her, and frankly if she's going to be powerless in the grand scheme of things, she'd rather walk away from it on her own terms if she has to.

(If you hadn't guessed, she never for one second actually believed Clarke wouldn't cave. Her stubborn wife always does... eventually)

[aita-polls]

AITA for sleeping with my friend’s “Hall Pass”?

**I am not the OP and do not claim the statements below to be my own** [Link to Reddit Post]

I (49F) have been friends with "Sarah" (49F) for about 15 years. She’s happily married, with two kids. I’m (amicably) divorced with a kid. We met at our childrens’ preschool. We’ve been there for each other through some tough times.

Sarah has a huge crush on…I’ll call him Jake, as long as I’ve known her. Jake is a popular, but not, like stadium filling musician. From what I can tell, he makes a living, has had popular albums, and has toured with A-Listers, but he’s not necessarily a household name. He’s in his late 40’s. Sarah has never met him. She’s been to several of his concerts and owns a bunch of merch and considers Jake her Hall Pass. Again, she’s married and would never actually cheat on her husband.

Honestly, her crush never seemed off the rails to me. Like she’d joke about him wooing her through IG, but she didn’t, like, stalk him.

So let me say here, I would NEVER, even when I was younger, date or even flirt with a guy a friend of mine liked/was interested in. fries before Guys/Friends before Men - all that. It just wouldn’t be cool.

However.

A few weeks ago, I randomly met Jake at a charity event. He was hired as the entertainment.

We got to talking, and one thing led to another… and I ended up sleeping with him. It was a one-time thing, fun and we both knew it was casual.

At first, I thought it was a funny, wild story to share with Sarah. After all, it’s not like she would ever actually \*be\* with him, right? But when I told her, she looked really hurt. She wasn’t mad exactly, but she said something like, “Wow, I can’t believe you actually did that,” and she’s been distant ever since.

I didn’t think the “friends before men” rule applied here because he was basically her Movie Star Crush—not a real romantic prospect for her. But now I’m second-guessing everything. I feel awful for upsetting her, but I genuinely didn’t think it was that big of a deal. Now I’m wondering, AITA? 

EDIT - omfg. no, it was not dave grohl. I'd never sleep with a married guy. Thats just vile. Plus, correct me if I'm wrong, he was in fucking Nirvana and is Foo Fighters. Not exactly the type to play small corporate gigs.

More information from OP’s comments are under the cut

(INFO - Did you sleep with him because he was her crush or because he was famous? because that would kinda make you TA.)

No. Like, he's a good looking and charming guy. Under other circumstances, totally someone I'd date.

Like, tons of people are famous, but not necessarily nice to be around. And if he wasn't physically my type, I wouldn’t sleep with him for bragging rights. She's actually the only one I told because I thought she'd be amused.

——

Oh, her husband knows Jake was her Hall Pass. Her husband has a Famous Person Hall pass too. MY husband did. Like, It's all said in fun.

But people here are giving me a little more perspective in how she might feel.

——

( … why did you tell her? Even if there was zero chance, it was a fantasy for her that you ruined. Maybe do some introspection as to why you hurt a friend)

I honestly thought she'd be amused. Or even glad her friend had a fun night out. And if I really, truly believed she'd be hurt, I wouldn’t have done it.

Or, in all honesty, it was the most fun I'd had in awhile, so at the very least I would not have told her about it.

And maybe that makes me the AH anyway?

——

("So let me say here, I would NEVER, even when I was younger, date or even flirt with a guy a friend of mine liked/was interested in. fries before Guys/Friends before Men - all that. It just wouldn’t be cool." I mean you can't just put it here and then do exactly that, with all this excuses reasonings and what not, are you trying to justify it to us or yourself? No judgement here, I'm just figuring that since this has weighed so heavily on you, you must know how you would feel in her shoes.)

Fair question.

I guess because I feel there is a difference between going after someone your single friend personally knows and is interested in, and maybe even wants to pursue a romantic relationship with -

compared to

A guy she know of but has never met and would be for all intents and purposes, unavailable to her because she's happily married with two kids.

——

[titanicfreija]

To the Rescue

"Hey."

Thomas peeked into Freija's room to see her in a nest of blankets and pillows piled onto the floor, rather than on the twin bed she usually slept on. The sheet had a brown spot from repeated heat treatments.

She could hardly be seen at the back wall of the nest, covered except for the eye and part of her ear. "Hm."

"What happened?"

"Caiatl beat the fucking shit out of me for being stupid on the field," she sighed. She tried to sound casual.

It wouldn't have worked even if she wasn't sitting in a nest of every soft item in the apartment and then some. "I know you're trying to make it sound like no big deal, but…" he gestured at the nest. "You've been acting off."

The tears started and she wiped them away with an irritated grunt. "I'm gonna cry, just warning you."

"That's a thing you do, yeah," he said. "So… what kind of shit are we talking about having beaten out?"

"What…?"

"How bad was it?"

The tears came again and she rolled, pulling several of the blankets on top of her. "It was… pretty… fucking bad…. 'cos first I felt like I couldn't fight back, and then she told me to fight back specifically so she could make it so I couldn't… and… fuck... And I hate being beaten to death, I fucking hate it." She bit back the sobs. "My arms…. She knelt on me so she could break my upper arm under her foot."

Thomas sucked his teeth and knelt next to the nest, leaning some weight on it as a proxy hug. "Oh my God," he whispered. "Holy shit. Freija. That's fucked."

"Sunny let her do it," she whimpered, "I mean she wasn't there but she gave permission for Caiatl to kick my ass like that," The high, quavering voice was hardly audible under the nest. "She said Caiatl lied and said she wouldn't be that bad but I don't believe her."

"What the fuck…"

The whole nest shook as she wept pitifully. 

"What the fuck," he said again. 

"I don't want to tell anyone, I don't want the trouble on anyone, and I even know why she did it, and it's all fucked, and I'll be okay, but I'm going to do this until I feel like not doing it."

"Have you eaten?" Thomas asked, already familiar with this kind of retreat. "You need to eat," he said, looking around the room to see no evidence of food. And she'd been in here nearly a week. "Freija," he moaned. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I just told you," she said bitterly. "But then you asked and I couldn't stop myself."

"Where's Sunny?"

"Here." The sparkling Ghost emerged from under the blanket with Freija, pressed to the back of her neck. Her light flickered, then stopped. 

"What the fuck?" he asked almost casually, gesturing at Freija with an open hand. 

"I… I fucked up," the Ghost admitted bitterly. "Really bad. I didn't… it's… it's… really simple but it's not…"

Freija's tears almost hid under the angry rattle. "Caiatl is fucked up over Sunny's death, and then Sunny and her both got mad at me for the same reason, being stupid on the field, which almost got me really fucked. So Sunny gave her permission to kick the shit out of me a little bit, and I guess she didn't see how fucked up Caiatl is, because I fucking saw it, but so she got too into it and had a great fucking time making me suffer for trying to go easy on some of the random soldiers without running."

Thomas opened his mouth but Sunny flashed aggressively at him and he stopped. 

Freija whimpered, moving slightly. "I really did fuck up, I really did kinda deserve to get checked harder than I did at the time, but… she's… fuck. She was… I can't say… I would have done the same. Really."

"Caiatl made her say it," whimpered Sunny. "I tried to talk to her about it, she keeps saying that Freija will never do it again–"

"She's not wrong," Freija interrupted bitterly.

"And that she's not sorry."

"I didn't deserve it and I know that," she said. "I deserved maybe a tenth of that. It's okay."

"It's not okay," Thomas said gently. "I think you should tell Zavala but if you don't want to, I'm not going to force it. But you need to eat. Probably shower. I know I try and leave your modesty, but I can help if you want."

"Mod–oh. The naked thing. You're so weird." She unburied her head. 

"I have no idea what I could do to help except run the water," he admitted. "Sit outside and make sure you don't drown."

"I'll be fine," Freija lied, tucking herself back under the blankets. "When this kills me, Sunny can get me back up and maybe I'll feel better."

"Actually, dying of despair and waking up sucks. A lot," Thomas said, gently removing one layer at a time. "Come on. Food. Bath after. Don't you guys have a hot spring you found in the wild? Will you show me that?"

"Please?" Sunny pleaded softly. "Please? He's always so kind to us. We can build him a new desk when you feel better."

The Titan remained still as Thomas continued pulling pillow after blanket after pillow off her. "Where did you even get all these?"

"Bought 'em," she huffed. "I tried to pull the mattress off to hide under but it wasn't right either. I need the soft."

Sunny blinked at him pleadingly, and Thomas went to get an earpiece for her to whisper. 

"Can you think of anything that actually feels bad?" He asked. "Physically or mentally? Thoughts that happen over and over again? Stomach heavy?"

Freija grunted as if struck and Thomas frowned. "It'll join the others," she whispered, as if to herself. "It'll be fine. Just another fucking beating. Fuck I hate being beaten."

He finally found her under the blankets, a little smelly but clean overall. Hair needed washing, but that was normal for her when she was in these states. "Come on, Titan. Back on your feet."

"Yezzir."

Watching Freija move was a study in Titan. Thomas had not told her this joke but it amused him every time he thought about it because he found himself using entirely wrong words for her because he knew her personally. She and Sunny and he would call a lot of her nervous moving around 'squirming', but the sight was not a squirm at all. 

Shifting was a much sturdier motion than squirming. More person moved at once, and more determinedly. Freija couldn't help this in the slightest. 

Thus was the Titan shifting around the kitchen uneasily, like a wall that couldn't decide where to be. 

He was going to make them breakfast when she gave up, but he was going to let them give up before he got involved. 

"Thank you," Sunny whispered. "Thank you, thank you so much, thank you."

He waited for her to talk. 

"I really did give her permission but she said she wasn't going to really hurt her or anything. I think Freija was right and she just got carried away. I don't think she thought it would bother her, but I don't know how she came to that conclusion. She's probably seen it so many times and she probably doesn't understand the differences, and…. I know. I'm making excuses. I messed up. Really bad."

Thomas couldn't reply without disturbing Freija, so he didn't, and instead studied the motions some more. 

She didn't know what to do with her hands. They traveled from her head to her torso to each other and back again. Her eyes would drift off and stop seeing for several seconds at a time, but she did good in coming back to the kitchen. It wasn't as bad as he'd seen, but still…

"I don't know if I want to tell. I feel like I should but I don't know what we could want from that."

Thomas didn't either. Nothing good could come of it. Consequences were bad, nothing was worse, and worst of all, the higher ups could retaliate to keep things quiet– and if anyone tried, she would have a hammer in hand in moments.

He frowned at the table and pretended not to have been watching when the Titan finally turned from the fridge and fell against the wall with her hands on her head. 

"It's okay," he said, and he got up to make toast. 

"What the fuck," she whimpered. 

"It's okay," he repeated. "Do you want a hug? Your blanket?"

"I need a blanket that's the size and density of a mattress, or a blanket that is actually armor or both," she complained. 

"That is actually not an unusual desire, and believe it or not, we can probably even find you a blanket either weighted with denser materials or an armored one." He glanced down at her to see that she wasn't listening, but decided to give her the background noise to come back to. "This kind of thing in particular was made for horses, a kind of animal from ancient times humans used to ride, and evolved to be for fast cover under fire."

"Why the fuck did she have to do that?" she whimpered to herself, but then she rubbed her face with her hand. "Because she was freaking the fuck out," she sighed, taking the plate and cup of water from her friend. "If there was anything that could convince me my temper was a problem." She groaned and shoved the toast into her mouth so aggressively that Thomas worried she'd choke.

"So you really think it wasn't… malicious?" Thomas asked. "Like really and truly, you don't think she was trying to hurt you for the sake of hurting you?"

Freija shook her head. "I know she was hurting me for the sake of hurting me. I think she was doing it for reasons that she didn't know about, and it wasn't entirely about me. She did wanna kick me around a little. She also wanted to break someone's arms because her friend died not long ago and apparently the Hive aren't cutting it."

Thomas flinched. 

"She won't say she's sorry," Sunny mumbled. "She knows she did too much, but…" 

"She wants the actual intended kicking around part to stick and she thinks I can't tell the difference between punishment and torture. I'm not sure she can either."

"There's a lot of people that can't," Thomas said, finishing his own toast. "So you're okay?"

Freija giggled hysterically for a full minute. "Oh fuck no. I'm not. I'll never be okay. But this latest damage is falling in with the rest. And…" she drifted off and curled into a ball. "I'll. Get. Over… the …." She stopped and put her head on her knees, covering it with her hands.

"Betrayal," Sunny whispered to Thomas. "I don't know what to do!"

He would recommend not giving permission to your friends to beat up your other friends without them knowing, but it was a little late for that.