#I literally have no idea what I’m doing

[lexcys]

★observing rafe cameron x reader

summary: you were trying everything to hide the fact that you couldn’t stop staring at rafe, unbeknownst to you - he was secretly hoping you were

a/n: this is a surfer!rafe x shy!reader btw!! also this is like pretty much my first ever fanfic so I have no idea what the fuck I am doing so sorry if this is literal ass 😭 no mention of a fem!reader besides the fact that the womans bathroom gets entered

you felt the heat of the sun on your skin as you stepped out of the twinkie. the soft crash of the distant waves barely audible over the hum of the pogues voices

stepping onto the beach, a surge of excitement hits you. the day you and the pogues have been counting down to all week has finally arrived

you take one final glance into your bag, double-checking for anything you might have forgotten—sunscreen, snacks, a book, and a few other trinkets, satisfied you make your way over to your usual spot ready to take off your tshirt and shorts which hid your swim wear underneath, until you spotted someone out of the corner of your eye

rafe cameron

somehow the kooks had managed to pick the exact same date, place and time to visit the beach as you and your friends

while the others were hastly running towards the water stripping on the way down, paying no attention to the kooks, kie stayed back waiting for you

she was already in her bikini while your clothes weren’t even close to leaving your body and landing on the ground

''you coming?'' she asked, hand on her forehead shielding her from the burning sun

''umm'', taking a quick glance around you searched the beach in a, hopefully, unsuspicious way trying to locate rafe again

glancing down you turned your gaze elsewhere, you hoped the sudden heat entering your body was from the sun and not from the sight of rafe taking his shirt off

''I’ll join you guys later, I’m a little dizzy right now'', you spoke swiftly looking up at her, hoping to not get caught in the little white lie

all though kie nodded, the flicker of confusion in her eyes and a quick look behind you told you all you needed to know

you had never verbally stated your attraction to the him but you were pretty sure almost anybody could’ve guessed with the way you tensed up or seemed quieter and clumsier whenever he was in close proximity

taking off your top and shorts you shot a look over to the pogues who were already splashing and practically drowning each other. you giggled while settling down onto your beach towel before applying sunscreen and laying down on your stomach with a book in hand

even though your book was very interesting, the sight in front of you was much more enticing

rafe was currently riding a pretty common wave, yet you found yourself unable to stop staring

you adjusted your book hoping to hide the fact that you were practically ogling at the cameron boy

he was far enough out that you couldn’t make out the details but you still caught the way his hair stuck to his face, the way his body twisted with the rythm of the wave and the way he… kept turning his head towards you?

it seemed like he was looking for you, looking to see if you were watching him

cheeks burning, you try to push your delusions aside trying to find the passage you were reading earlier

you take another peek at him and by the the time you do, he was already out of the water, walking towards his friends with the biggest fucking grin, beaming with pride and confidence, already seeming to rave about the wave he just rode

hearing jj’s laugh you swiftly adjust and pretend to be reading your book that was definitely more interesting than staring at rafe’s wet body and stupid grin

while jj kept whining about how john b, supposedly, almost drowned him they both settled down on your left, luckily on the side where the kooks were lounging

fortunately he also kept talking which meant you were able to peep right past his face and steal short glances towards rafe

it was almost impossible for you to keep your eyes off of him. it didn’t matter where you would see him, you were always stealing glances or simply staring at him from a distance. others could call this stalking but you liked to call it observing, you liked watching him, but not in a creepy way, more so you were admiring him, he was pretty

you liked his side profile, the way his bangs framed his face, the way his eyes looked in the sun, the way his shirts hung onto his fit body - you noticed the way he was very articulate with his hands, which were always adorned with the same two rings, the way the corner of his lips turned downwards whenever he tried not to smile

noticing him facing you, eyeing your group, the staring quickly stopped

at this point the distance between the two groups was too small for your liking because of course the kooks had to settle down as closely as possible to the pogues - it was somehow impossible for them to keep their distance

given the short distance, whenever you actually were brave enough to look again it seemed like he was meeting your gaze, trying to maintain eye contact

heart beating way too fast and cheeks burning, you turn away from jj trying to initiate a conversation with sarah, who was sitting on your right

after a while of, luckily, managing to keep your head from spinning towards him, to meet his gaze - aside from the occasional looks to jj or john b whenever they were contributing to the conversation - you were desperate to get up, to empty your bladder

you dreaded getting up, fully aware that the beach bar was situated just behind the kooks, it meant walking past rafe and the mere thought of that unnerved you - every step would make you acutely aware of your surroundings, mind racing, until the very thought of moving felt like it might turn your legs into jelly

examining the scene quickly you notice half of the kooks gone, including rafe, they must’ve left when you weren’t looking - you feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders while also immediately feeling a certain misery overtaking you

this unrequited crush was spiraling out of control

strutting over to the bar you take notice of ruby with another girl sitting at one of the tables and kacey talking to the bartender seeming to be cracking jokes instead of ordering

walking past them you try to keep your gaze relatively low to avoid any sort of interaction. turning into the small hallway of the bar you exhale a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding

the calmness doesn’t last long because as you round the corner to reach the toilets you spot him, standing in front of the mens bathroom, phone in hand and looking quite bored

before you get the chance to look away he lifts his head and notices you, he smiles - you smile back, a very awkward smile

relatively quickly you turn your head away and enter the women’s bathroom. your head becoming a blur, suddenly already washing your hands ready to leave the bathroom

he must’ve left already, right?

''topper are you fucking coming, man?!'', you catch rafe through the door

your plan of immediately leaving and paying him no mind, began to falter two seconds after stepping out of the bathroom

''hey, y/n'', you hear from behind you, shit

you freeze up for a second, caught off guard, before composing yourself and turning around

immediately drawn to him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his hair had dried in quite a messy way, his slightly squinted eyes and the slight smirk splayed across his face

''how are you?'' he questions before you had the chance to greet him back

''I’m doing fine'', you manage to exclaim, nearly tripping over your words before adding the usual ''and you?''

you dig in your mind trying to recall the last time you’d exchanged words beyond the usual "hi" or "hey''

''ditto'',

apparently not completely satisified with your answer, he regards you for a moment, the stare causing a warmth to creep up your neck as you shifted uneasily

''why did your friends leave you all alone over there?'', rafe inquired with a raised brow - a hint of curiosity in his tone, ''they seemed to be enjoying themeselves''

letting out a soft exhale you answer him, attempting to maintain eye contact but faltering almost immediately, ''I wasn’t feeling so good'' was all you manage to muster before adding the word, ''dizzy'' in a rather whispered voice, as you lied through your teeth, hoping he wouldn’t see through it

if he did, he didn’t let on ''are you feeling better now?’'

you nod quickly, meeting his gaze

looking up at him with those almost innocent eyes, he can’t help but offer, ''are you sure? I can get you a glass of water'', an unrecognisable sweetness laced his voice, softening his usual edge

taken aback by his unexpected offer you hesitate before denying his offer by simply shaking your head

he let out a quiet snort, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he watched you struggle to give a simple answer

''what book were you reading?'', he asked, his smirk widening as he leaned further back into the wall, clearly amused at the way the conversation was turning into a playful interrogation, as if he found some strange satisfaction in making you squirm just a little bit

you froze, your mind going blank, searching for the title before realising you genuinely couldn’t remember, maybe because you weren’t actually reading the book

like a savior, topper emerged from the bathroom, a flicker of confusion passing across his face as he scanned the scene before moving past you both, muttering a quiet "let’s go," clearly directed at rafe

for a split second, it looked like frustration crossed rafe’s face, fleeting before you could overthink it, flashing you a smile he pushed himself off the wall and made his way past you

but before he completely disappeared out of view, he turned back with a smirk and called over his shoulder,

''hope you enjoyed the show earlier''

oh

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White Dog Cafe

pairing: max verstappen x pet cafe!owner

summary: while daniel forgets plans made with max, max has a meet-cute

a/n1: had this idea while playing a solitaire game and had it immediately plotted out 🥰. Sorry it took away to actually get it to you though… November started out rough…

Private Messages

white_dog_cafe

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white_dog_cafe: officially open for business!

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user9: can’t wait to visit!

user10: YEEEESSSSS!!!!

user11: omg dream job acquired!

↳white_dog_cafe: if you’re in the area, feel free to stop in and apply! We still have a couple of openings

↳user11: literally running to you now!

yourbff: you got this!! ITS GONNA BE AWESOME!

↳yourusername: thank you babe

user12: Ariana (max verstappen) what are you doing here???

↳user13: the crossover i didn’t know i needed but am getting anyway!

↳user14: right? Like surprise of the century

↳user13: I guess it makes sense? They’re in the same area I guess and we all know max likes his cats…

↳user14: true! But still not something i expected

Twitter

user1: seriously? Like this could be anyone…

↳user2: apparently we get desperate for information and or gossip this deep into summer break

↳user1: I can’t believe anyone would be this desperate

user3: look at that rain though…

user4: where on earth is he?

↳user5: somewhere in Europe?

↳user6: what?

↳user5: apparently he and Daniel are spending part of the break exploring Europe!

↳user6: Maxiel forever!

user7: I saw him!

↳user8: seriously??? Spill!

↳user7: I was sitting in a local library window seat and so wasn’t the closest to him but he kept checking his phone and texting someone. When the rain started, he ducked into the building next to him

↳user8: i wonder who he was texting

↳user7: I’d guess Daniel if they were together

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white_dog_cafe

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white_dog_cafe: come on down! We’re teaming up with localshelter1 and localshelter2 for an adoption day! All adoption fees will be waived and part of the proceeds from the sales from the cafe itself will go back to the shelters!

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user15: oh my god…

↳user16: I love everything about this!

↳user17: the pet themed cupcakes…

↳user16: what are the stuffed animals for?

↳white_dog_cafe: we also partnered with a local toy store — each stuff animal has a matching live animal up for adoption! Something small for the little kids to hold onto while their new animals get used to their new homes

↳user16: omg that’s so thoughtful and perfect

user18: leo! Did he actually get adopted?

↳user19: I was there! Yes he did! Some guy came in and Leo made a direct run right to him. The owner laughed and said something like “looks like you’ve been adopted”

↳user18: 😍😍

↳user19: no joke it was like a romcom set up, the smile on this guys face…

localshelter1: a big success today! We currently have no occupants!

↳localshelter2: neither do we! Thanks to white_dog_cafe, for the first time in 5 years we are EMPTY!

↳white_dog_cafe: it was an honor to work with you! Same time next year?

↳localshelter2: you know it!!

user20: that’s great news!

↳user21: it was such a lovely event! I’m glad I got the chance to go!

↳user22: did you adopt?

↳user21: I did! A lovely little orange cat 💜

Twitter

user23: god his thighs…

↳user24: I know!!

user24: free titties? Just hanging out? For free???

↳user25: bite bite bite

user26: glad to see he’s relaxing!

↳user27: yes!

user28: is that a girl??? In the second photo???

↳user29: ok grandma let’s get you back to bed

↳user30: no no no let’s let her cook

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mvupdates: are our eyes deceiving us or does max have a new cat? Max was on stream last night and when his camera slipped, it caught a glimpse of a cat! Eagle eye viewers say that it doesn’t match pictures of Jimmy or Sassy

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user31: that is definitely a grey cat! No jimmy or sassy!

↳user32: max so bored during the off season that he resorts to getting a new cat

↳user33: he’s not the only one tbh…

user34: i swear to god i heard max call the cat leo

↳user35: leo??? Like Charles’ leo?

↳user36: Jesus we need a race again…he’s not gonna name his cat Leo

↳user34: I know what I heard!!

user19: wait a minute??

↳user19: i KNOW that cat

Twitter

user28: MAX VERSTAPPEN!! I told you all there was a girl by his side!!

↳user29: oh god not again

↳user30: no no no she has a point

user37: oh my god???

↳user38: this was NOT on my bingo card for this year

↳user37: I don’t think it was on anyone’s…

user39: and suddenly the universe screamed out in agony…THAT SHOULD BE ME

↳user40: no but for real??

↳user41: HE WAS AN OPTION???

↳user42: I guess for like 2 minutes…😭😭😭

user43: ok but when did he and k*lly break up?

↳user44: well she hasn’t been seen since Miami this year…

↳user44: and that was a CHILLY 🥶 interaction, I’d guess it happened around then if not before

user46: stargazing on the highway tonight!

↳user48: big mood

↳user49: same! Sleepover party?

↳user46: I’ll bring the drinks

Private Messages

yourusername

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yourusername: Visiting old friends and making new ones!

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user50: oh my god is that Leo?

↳yourusername: it is! Turns out he’s a little rascal

↳user50: he’s a cutie tho!

↳yourusername: ridiculously cute…and he knows it 😂🙄🥰

↳user50: they always do

user51: are those…are those the verstappen cats? Jimmy and Sassy?

↳user52: who?? What are you talking about?

↳user51: formula 1’s max verstappen! He’s got 2 cats that look exactly like those two cats in the third picture

↳user52: and those cats would be in a post from the owner of a pet cafe???

user19: I’ve connected the dots

↳user53: you’ve connected the dots?? What are you talking about?

↳user19: yourusername is dating max verstappen! He’s been rumored to be in a new relationship and he was definitely the man I saw adopt leo at white_dog_cafe a couple of weeks ago! And look! He’s in the likes!

↳user19: I’ve connected the dots!

↳user53: you’ve connected shit

↳user19: IVE CONNECTED THE DOTS

yourbff: cats are your kryptonite aren’t they

↳yourusername: noooo…

↳yourbff: 🧐🧐🧐

↳yourusername: but they’re so cute!!

↳yourbff: sure you’re not talking about their owner instead??

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[such a good passenger! | COTA 😍😍]

user19 replied IS THAT A VERSTAPPEN CAT?!?

maxverstappen1 replied glad to see you’re on your way. Cats doing ok?

↳yourusername yes yes yes we’re all doing fine

↳maxverstappen1 I just want this to go well

↳yourusername it’s gonna be fine

yourbff replied get it girl!!

↳yourusername omg why am I friends with you again

↳yourbff cause I know too many secrets

↳yourusername for real 🙄

yourusername

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yourusername: COTA you were amazing. Max that was…simply lovely ☺️

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user19: I KNEW IT!

↳user53: ok grandma let’s get you to bed

↳user19: but I was right!!!

↳user53: literally no one cares anymore

danielricciardo: great entrance for your first race!

↳yourusername: thank you! Of course it was nothing compared to yours in ‘22

↳danielricciardo: well not everyone can be me!

↳user54: oh god i can just tell their friendship is gonna be so good!!

charles_leclerc: so great to meet you and your cat leo ☺️

↳yourusername: it was nice to meet you too!

↳maxverstappen1: Don’t even.

↳yourusername: but Leo is actually max’s!

↳maxverstappen1: liefje

↳charles_leclerc: OH??? 🤭🤭🤭

↳maxverstappen1: I am going to hunt you down in Mexico and run you right off the track

↳charles_leclerc: you’d have to catch me first! 🤗

alex_albon: coming for our brand huh?

↳yourusername: we could never! But maybe a playdate?

↳alex_albon: absolutely!

user55: I can’t believe that one user was right…

↳user19: I TOLD YOU

↳user55: oh god she’s stalking me. Mom help I’m scared

↳user53: I’ve got her

maxverstappen1: it was simply lovely to have you here with me

↳yourusername: awww 🥰🥰🥰

↳yourusername: nowhere else i'd rather be

↳maxverstappen1: cute but definitely a lie

↳yourusername: oh yeah absolutely. I looked it up — there’s a cat cafe with a indoor waterfall like 20 minutes away

↳maxverstappen1: well what are we waiting for?

↳yourusername: just you, you slow poke

↳maxverstappen1: 🙄🙄

[parkersbliss]

the 141 and the really weird or random quirks I’ve decided they had

pairing: task force 141 (ghost, gaz, price, soap) x female reader 

warnings: suggestive content, like sexual content but not smut

a/n: I have zero reason for doing this expect I wanted too?? and got carried away with suggestive aspects of it which is funny cause I don't write smut lmfaooo. so mostly fluff and based off real quirks people I know have.

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requests open for tf141!

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Price:

no matter how many times he cleans the bathroom, his beard hair is everywhere. obviously he keeps that shit well groomed but it’s always somehow stuck on your face after you wash it, or on your shower loofah or towel. and you've tried and he’s tried to clean it and it never works. 

loves gnomes. you have ones in the garden, the front yard, in your house for EVERY occasion. I’m talking christmas, easter, halloween, thanksgiving. he has a set for every season and it honestly scares you a little. one year he bought a giant one for your christmas tree as the topper and it made him so happy so you just accepted it.

doesn’t like to celebrate his birthday. He’s so much of a giver he downplays it every year. If you guys have kids, he’ll buy something for them ON HIS DAY just to take the attention off. so he kind of hates gifts, but he’s not going to not accept that. Would prefer you don’t, even though he bought you a $20K pearl necklace for your birthday. (You’re still afraid to wear it)

leaves you on heard. all. the. time. you ask him something, like as he’s sitting next to you and just … silence. sometimes he even nods, looks at you and then turns away. you’re not sure if it’s something to do with his hearing or he’s just so relaxed at home he just doesn’t comprehend sometimes. “hey, baby, what do you want for dinner?” “mm.” 

average dad experience of sharing a hotel room and brother is snoring. you know what I’m talking about? the cold A.C turning on and off and mf just be out and it’s so loud you have to wear ear plugs. you wonder if he has sleep apnea at some point bc he can’t be real. 

but don’t worry, he’s just as loud in bed bed ;) and he makes it known when you’re going at it 

Ghost:

too stealthy for his own good and always scares the shit out of you. and he’ll try to be loud too, knocking on doors AND still isn’t loud enough. He always feel so bad but it’s also so funny to him bc he really does try to not be so quiet. 

owns the same black t-shirt, like at least 5, but claims one of them is just softer and better than the others. you’ve tried them all on and there is no difference to which he mumbled something about you not having the special sense??

cat whisperer. you’ll adopt a cat while he’s gone bc you’re lonely and you spend all the time with the cat but no. cat loves ghost more. He’ll sleep on top of ghost, but never you. he’ll follow ghost around the house, but not you. it’s very infuriating. and ghost has no idea why bc he’s around 1/2 the time you are. 

has a whole cabinet for his bourbon collection. and a special glass cup AND special spherical ice for it. he doesn’t even drink that often, but it was absolutely necessary (to him). 

he’s a clean freak. very routine in how and when he does laundry. Bed sheets on this day, dark on this day, etc. he won’t let you do any of it. If he loses a sock, he throws out the other pair. as soon as there’s a hole in something, he throws it out. 

nov. 1st is christmas to him. the tree is already up, no questions asks. there are no thanksgiving decoration in this house. he also has multiple trees, one by the entrance, one in the living room, one in your bedroom. 

has definitely fucked you under the christmas lights by the fire. begs you to wear bow lingerie so he can quite literally “unwrap his best gift” 

Gaz: 

loves the lego car sets. his home office is decorated with all his medals AND the lego cars. has definitely left pieces out that you stepped on and then proceeded to scream his ear off.

begs you to play fortnite with him. you think he’s batshit crazy “that’s literally your actual job” “no but the raging kids makes it fun and we can match skins” (he means the banana skins btw) and he’s a troll. he doesn’t take the game seriously, he just wants to torture little kids and make fun of you when you can’t figure out where the shooting is coming from. or when you throw down a med kit instead of splash. 

cannot get through a movie without fucking you and it’s always during the good parts so he’s got you in doggy and you’re still trying to watch the movie??

Instigator fr. he’s not toxic but like he’s gonna argue. Has literally once said to you “I’m not arguing I’m just explaining why I’m right” to which you stared at him and asked if he was stupid 

always ask for hot sauce or sriracha at restaurants or if he can get something spicer. he eats buldok noodles with the whole sauce packet and then proceeds to sit in the bathroom for an hour while you scold him. 

reckless driver to the max. you fear for your life when you’re in a car with him. He speeds (within reason he claims), he makes quick merges and switches lanes fast. he does use a turn signal so you let it slide bc he’s risky but not THAT risky. 

obviously, he has horrible road rage. you’ll be calling him while he’s driving and it’s all normal and then “OI YOU FUCKING SHITE DO YOU HAVE A LICENSE?” you just sigh and then he answers you like normal, “yeah I think I’m out of toothpaste too.” 

saves every selfie of you from snap and his rotating ones as his wallpaper. even the ugly ones you beg him to take out. like any guy, he’ll claim it’s his favorite and then it’s a 0.5 of you eating ice cream and it’s dripping everywhere and your eyes are half closed. 

Soap: 

leaves sticky notes everywhere to remind himself of things. anything. “need olive oil” “missing one blue sock” “(Y/N) wants thai takeout” “call ghost” “laundry” 

and sometimes they’re not even correlated to where it should be. like the note that just says “laundry” will be in the kitchen. and he stacks on top of those sticky notes with more. “did laundry” “bought more socks” it drives you insane

he's obsessed with blankets. He has a designated like basket/bin or blankets in the living room and your bedroom. He sleeps with like three. and he’s got heated ones, sherpa ones, weighted ones, etc. absolutely collects the different printed ones for each holiday. 

loves to go decor shopping with you, but only because he wants to pick out the ugliest things and see your reaction as you swat at him and tell him to put it back. only for him to sneak it back into the cart and you death glare him. 

If you need to rant, he resumes the whole “omg girl, period.” personality. he loves gossip and he loves doing facemasks with you as you talk shit and drama about your coworkers. 

he's so “wait I have to tell my gf this” bro will literally be on a mission and gets a cut? “I have to tell (Y/N).” the room exploded? would take a selfie and send it to you, if possible. sees a weird shaped potato at the grocery store? Sends a picture. Falls down the stairs? you're getting a picture of his broken foot. hard? here's a dick pic just for you babe

uses the same hydroflask water bottle that’s dented, has sticker residue and chipping on all side. “It’s reusable, that’s the point” he claims. you're not sure if he’s ever washed it and you certainly aren’t going to open it and find out for him. 

[drdemonprince]

am i being stupid by refusing to invest any of my money? i just don’t find it ethical (lots of people have 0 idea what theyre actually invested in with typical low risk investments and it would actually drive me nuts to have to investigate every single thing thats on there) and i also have zero faith in the stability of the economy or the world i just literally don’t trust like that. and fear that with climate change i’m not going to have a traditional future or retirement anyway. is this incredibly stupid i’m being so genuine because i dont know

I think your ethical concerns are totally reasonable. Any investment in the stock market is pretty inherently fraught, even if you choose index funds that exclude the especially bad stocks of like firearms/military contractors/etc. Even something like a bond can be easily said to be bad, because it's a loan to the government, and most money market or high yield savings are not untainted either, because most banks themselves invest in fucked up shit like oil pipelines. The one avenue I think that would be mostly okay is a high yield savings account for a credit union, or a bank that you've researched and know doesn't invest in that kind of shady shit. I have also argued previously that it's not wrong to invest in an apartment or house -- as long as you're not landlording, vulnerable people having more secure housing and the ability to share that housing with others in their community is good and understandable. So on balance, I get where you are coming from, though I think having a financial safety net makes people less likely to have to take on unethical jobs and makes them less vulnerable to financial abuse and exploitation, which has merit ethically.

I tend to see the doomerism question a bit differently. If the US empire falls or the economy collapses, you'll either have much bigger problems than your 401k bottoming out (problems like the complete obliteration of the supply chain), OR we will be living in a financial paradigm so dramatically different and more just that you wont MIND that you dont have that money anymore. Whereas if the US economy continues to exist, you're gonna be fucked if you dont have a retirement to fall back on, so why make yourself needlessly more vulnerable by not saving? The ethical rub with this, though, is that it creates the moral hazard of rooting for the US empire and economy to never fall, and that rendering you more conservative... which is a possibility, but like, as i said, i think it's possible to have some money saved for a rainy day under capitalism while still praying for capitalism's downfall. if anything, being more financially independent makes it EASIER for me to risk unemployment & etc by doing more radical political actions and speaking my mind and saying no to things. but ymmv

[conchcronch]

Kinktober 2024: Day 13

WC: 4995

Summary: A drunken night he had told you he wanted you to fuck him, after a few weeks of preparation and planning the day is here.

A/N: This chapter is literally the WHOLE REASON I did Kinktober, just to force myself to write his one fuckin’ thing.

Warnings: Aside from the very obvious NSFW content, I did make him have a mommy kink which I know isn’t everyone’s cup of tea of please be advised.

The plan has been laid out for weeks. The idea was originally put out into the world one drunken night in bed, fucking yourself slowly on Sanji’s cock while he begged you to fuck him. The topic was later broached in a delicate manner as you two sat alone in the aquarium bar, him planning the next day’s meals and you pretending to read a book. From there the plan evolved until the date was upon you.

The Sunny was docked at a larger island where the crew planned to explore, restock and enjoy a day on land. From the moment you saw Sanji you could tell he was counting down the minutes until they left, having woken up even earlier then normal to prep breakfast, excusing himself once everyone started eating under the gauze of not feeling quite himself but the look he gave you as he walked by told you exactly what he was going to his room to do.

You looked yourself up and down in the full length mirror, your outfit was the first thing you had planned before even confirming with Sanji that he was into this. You had been looking for an excuse to wear the skirt you had bought in a hurry when it appeared much longer on the mannequin, and a crop top that Sanji had to give you strict instructions to never wear it around the ship otherwise he may pass out from blood loss. The came the equipment; the harness was nothing overly exciting, the black fabric of the straps dangling limply behind you, grazing the backs of your thighs every so often as you adjusted the bright pink silicon cock that bobbed between your legs, forcing your skirt to tent. As you stared at yourself you slowly worked your new appendage, noting the ridges and bumps trying their best to mimic the veins of a real cock, the very tip of the head poking out from the edge of your skirt. Just at the sight of yourself, you could feel your folds become sticky with arousal, but that was going to have to wait, today is all about him.

A knock at the door made you jump, clearly too wrapped up in your new accessory to have registered the sound of his dress shoes clicking against the floors. You pulled the door open, you immediately clocked how nervous he seemed, his shoulders hunched, his hands clenched together tightly. His eyes were wide when he saw you, if there had been a cigarette between his lips he would have had to save it from falling when his mouth hung slack. You stepped aside, silently inviting him in before closing and locking the door behind him.

He couldn’t decide what part of you to stare at first, your pert nipples barely covered by the thin blue material of the cursed crop top, or the way your skirt barely fell below your ass which had harsh black straps over the curve of your cheeks. But what ultimately held his gaze was the hot pink silicon tip poking out from the hem of your skirt, the cock wasn’t fully ridged, the weight of the skirt and it’s own heavy material making it droop and sway as you moved your hips.

As he looked over you, you couldn’t help but noticed how semi erect cock beginning to strain against his slacks, a forced swallow making his Adam’s apple bob. “Sanji?” You spoke quietly, almost as though you were worried you’d spook him. He didn’t even move his head when he hummed in response. “Did you still want to…” You allowed your sentence to fade, knowing he knew what you were asking without having to say it.

“I do, I’m just…I’m not sure how to start.” He pressed a hand to his head, as he so often does when he’s stressed, his eyes coming up to meet yours and you can tell immediately how unsure he is.

“Come here” You stepped forward, pulling his hand from his hair and guiding it around your waist as you rocked up onto your toes so you could press a kiss to his lips, drawing him into something deeper. You almost missed the groan when he pressed his hips into your’s, grinding against the synthetic bulge that was now pressed squarely against his own as you pressed your tongue past his lips. His other hand grabbed your hip, pulling you closer to him as he moaned into your mouth, unable to muffle his sounds already. The pads of his fingers pressed into your flesh as he whined, clearly wanting more then what you were offering him, his hips rutting against your strap. “So eager already.” You whispered against his lips, smiling when he whimpered.

“I want this” You swallowed his words, your nails digging slightly into his neck when you heard them. You cant your hips forward, feeling him moan against you more than hearing it as you repeated the motion over and over again, your hand moving from his neck to his lower back, applying just enough pressure to keep him from pulling away from your hips.

”What do you want, my love?” You pulled your lips away, smiling as he pressed a chaste kiss to you before you could pull back outside of his reach.

“Can you t-take control.” His eyes were fixed on the strap as it bobbed between you when you shifted your weight.

“You want me to tell you what to do?” You asked in a soft voice, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek, guiding his eyes to meet yours as he nodded. “You want me to take really good care of you, hm?”

“Please” His voice was barely louder then a breath.

“Let’s get this off, what do you think?” He nodded again as you dragged your hand from his face down his neck until it grabbed the first button of his shirt and worked it from the hole, doing the same with each button, feeling his eyes watching you do so. The tips of your fingers grazed his soft chest with every movement, even dragging over his pecs and shoulders as you guided his shirt off of him, tossing it over the back of your desk chair. Next, you dropped to your knees, not missing the surprised gasp he let slip as you unzipped his slacks and tugged them from his narrow hips.

His cock was straining against his boxer briefs, a wet spot already apparent on the ocean blue fabric. Despite knowing he was already closer then he would ever admit, you couldn’t resist running your tongue over the salty patch, feeling his hands quickly push your head away, a whimper barely slipping from between his lips. You glanced up at him, already knowing he was going to make excuses that it was all too much, but you didn’t let him. You lowered your head, dragging your tongue along his covered shaft, his hands balling in your hair but not pushing you away. You repeated this a few times, until the stain had grown and his hips were bucking up in a silent plea for more.

You grabbed the sides of his underwear and tugged them off, running your hands back up along the his thighs as his hands moved from your hair to your cheeks, guiding you up to your feet.

As he kissed you, you could tell he was less in his head, the pleasure outweighing the self doubt he had been feeling when he first knocked on your door. His tongue ran along yours, your lips slotting together like two puzzle pieces that had been seperated for decades. You swallowed each other’s moans, prompting the other to return them until his hands moved from your cheeks to your hips, tugging you even closer against him, your silicon cock pressed against his.

“Can you go lay on the bed for me?” You barely pulled your lips away from his to get the words out, feeling him nod as he pressed on more, long kiss to you, clearly reluctant to pull away but forcing himself to do so anyway. He stepped back until he could sit on your bed, pushing himself back so his back was against the headboard and his legs were spread wide enough to fit between them.

You crawled between his legs, guiding one to bend at the knee and pressing kisses to his knee as you lowered yourself. You could feel his eyes boring holes into you, wanting to question your every move but biting his tongue. You laid on your stomach, propping your self up on your elbows so you could press kisses to the inside of his thigh as he had done time and time again to you.

Something about this power, this role reversal had you buzzing. You had tried power play in the past, taking the reins in the bedroom, but something about the heavy silicon piece that dangled between your legs gave you a different kind of confidence. As your lips got closer and closer to his cock, his hips bucked up slightly. Your free hand reached down onto the ground, underneath the bed until you could grab the small bottle of lube that you kept away from any prying eyes. The familiar sound of the cap opening made Sanji tense for a split second, the dense lehg muscle you were peppering with kisses going ridgid under your lips.

Noticing his sudden unease you pushed yourself up, bringing your legs underneath you so you could lean over him. One hand still held the bottle, while the other ran over his chest. “Can I start” You watched as he turned his head, his eyes fixating to a spot on the wall as he nodded, his cheeks somehow turning and even darker shade of red. “I’ll take it super slow.” It would have gone without saying, but you still wanted to say it, more so for yourself. You sat back on your feet, watching as he scooted down on the bed so his head was on the pillows and you had more access to him. You pushed the leg that wasn’t bent out more, opening his hips before pouring a healthy amount of lube over your fingers.

His ass was more muscle then fat, making it a touch harder to spread with your non-lubed hand. You rubbed your fingers over his hole, spreading the slippery substance over his entrance before slowly pressing your middle finger against the muscle. You forced your eyes away from his hole and up to his face, noting his furrowed brow and pinched eyes as you slowly pressed more and more of your finger into him. “You’re doing so well, such a good boy.” You pressed a kiss to his knee, resting your chin against it so you could watch him as you tried to bend your finger inside him. You pulled your finger almost all the way out before pressing it back inside, bending it he swallowed you to the third knuckle, speeding up each time until his lips parted and you could see his breathing becoming more labored. “Think you can take another one?” He nodded, his eyes still pinched closed but this time you could tell it was from pleasure rather than discomfort.

You pulled your finger all the way out, pouring some more lube over your fingers before slowly pressing the two inside. You could tell his jaw was clenched but he was trying to keep himself together as you stretched him out. “You’re doing so well sweetie, so good for me.” You spoke in a soft voice, pressing kisses to his knee as you did. With every half inch of your fingers he swallowed you breathed a good or juuuust like that until he had taken up to your knuckles. You bent both fingers, rubbing them in a come hither motion as he had done so many times to you, watching as he sucked in a shaky breath. “Does that feel good, my love?” His brows knitted closer together, his eyes still pinched as he nodded. “I’m just gonna’ stretch you out okay, let me know if it’s too much.” He nodded, his lips parting in a shaky sigh as you separated your fingers, feeling his walls surrounding your fingers.

You worked him open until his walls no longer felt tight around you, making sure to crook them every so often, the sound of a shaky whine slipping out was all the reassurance you needed. When he started bucking his hips, his cock drooling pre cum, you pulled out, reapplied lube and pressed three fingers into his stretched hole. Part of you was amazed he hadn’t softened, his cock still, if not harder then it was when you started, a messy pool of pre cum smeared over his belly button and lower stomach, his hips bucking as you spread your fingers inside of him.

“P-please.” Was the first real word to fall from his lips in what felt like an hour. His voice was rough, mouth dry and head lolled back against your pillows. “Please” He repeated, his hips bucking as you bent all three fingers inside of him, pressing against something that made him almost cry out.

“Please what?” Your voice was dripping with jest as you watched his hips buck against your fingers.

“I’m ready.” His cock looked like it hurt, his skin turning red from the blood held in his tissue, you could almost see it pulse.

“You’re ready for what?” You tried your best to keep your tone innocent, wanting to hear him ask for it. He groaned in response, squirming on your fingers in hope you would give in before he did. You moved from where your head was perched on his bent knee for the first time in awhile, feeling your body ache slightly as you bent your body over his, pressing a kiss to his bitten lips. “Come on love, I just want to hear you ask for it.” You could feel how slick your cunt was, your core pulsing, with every whimper you craved more. You wanted to fuck yourself on his cock, wanted to smother his whines with your cunt, feel his tongue press into your hole the way your fingers fucked into his. But tonight was his night, something you had been planning, researching and thinking about for many weeks. He made you cum almost every night, tonight was about giving into something he trusted you enough to share.

“I’m ready…” The way his voice faded out led you to believe he wasn’t done with his thought, so you stayed quiet, giving him the space to ask. “I’m ready for you to fuck me.” You couldn’t help but moan at his words, giving your fingers one more come hither before pulling them out slowly, watching as his relaxed hole clenched around nothing.

You backed yourself up, leaning back on your haunches as you reached down and grabbed the now half finished bottle of lube. Just before you were about to pour a good amount of the milky coloured liquid over your pink cock his voice made you pause. “Wait” Your eyes quickly met his, his eyes trained down to your silicone cock before meeting yours. ”I want to make you cum…before we finish.” You nodded, you ready should have anticipated he would do this. “Please” Without another word you laid back on the bed, your head landing just shy of the footboard of the bed. He was quick to flip his position, his face almost immediately buried in your folds, moving your legs over his shoulders so he could feel the squeeze of your thighs around your head.

His tongue felt like it was everywhere, his fingers pressing into your hole while he lapped greedily at your neglected clit. He was moaning almost uncontrollably into your, the hand that wasn’t fucking into you was holding onto your thigh, until it vanished. You were so lost in the pleasure, the feeling of his lips where you had wanted them most since before he had walked into your room that you barely registered the feeling of something pulling at the harness you had almost forgotten was there. When you opened your eyes that you hadn’t even realized were closed, you saw his hand wrapped around your silicon shaft, moving up and down as if he were jerking you off.

You were mesmerized, his knuckles were white from how tightly he was holding onto you, his thumb swiping over your false head in a clearly very practiced motion as he moaned into your cunt. You rutted against his face, feeling your orgasm grow, until finally your thighs clenched around his head, keeping the tip of his tongue flicking over your clit again and again until you were arching from overstimulation. You pulled your fingers from his hair, not caring enough to question when they had even gotten there. You ran your hand over your stomach, under your crop top and pulled at your pebbled nipple, grinding against his face as you felt yourself start to get wet again.

There was a beat where you thought he might dive back in, and honestly you’re not sure if you would have pushed him away or not. But before he could decide, you pressed your foot to his shoulder, shoving him away so you could get up. As you sat up and he pushed himself up from where he laid you couldn’t help but kiss him, the taste of yourself on his lips and tongue. “Do you want me to fuck you?” Lust had taken over, your hips rutting your cock against his, your hands leading his under your shirt so he could grab at your tits.

“Yes” he breathed out, likely not even aware of his own words.

“I’m gonna’ fuck you so good” No words were good enough for a response in that moment, the only sound he was able to produce was a whiny moan. You pulled your lips back from him so there was enough space to pull your shirt over your head, his lips quickly moving to your now exposed chest. He sucked at your breast as though he may get substance from it, moaning into you as you pulled the clasps at the side of your skirt until you could toss it to join your shirt. “Lay back for me” you carded your fingers through his golden tresses, watching as his lust drunk eyes opened and slowly met your gaze, pulling away from your chest before laying back slowly.

The bottle of lube was in your hand again, squeezing it over your silicone cock running your hand along it to make sure it was sufficiently slick. His eyes followed your hand, lips parted as his breath came in quick little gasps. When you were done you wiped your hand on the sheets before moving between his long legs.

The head of your cock nudged against his entrance first, one hand holding the strap steady while the other wrapped around his cock, not moving, just holding him tightly as a source of stimulation. “Relax my sweet boy” you rubbed gentle circles on the underside of his cock as you pressed further into him, watching more and more of the strap disappear inside of him. “That’s it, you’re taking me so well.” He tried to stifle a moan but it slipped out as you pressed more than half of it inside of him. Despite wanting to press further inside you forced yourself to pause, giving him time to grow accustomed to the stretch.

You watched his expression, scanning your eyes over his face until nothing his brow relaxed, and his eyes slowly opened, his head nodding slightly to signal you to keep going. And who were you to question it.

You changed your grip on him, maintaining your hold on his cock but moving your other hand from the strap to his leg, guiding it over your shoulder. There was a split second of resistance that you could feel in his thigh when you started moving it but as you sank into him deeper his leg went lax. You pressed kisses to the side of his knee, the exact same way he did to you whenever you were in this position, your eyes staying glued to his until your pelvis was flush against him. “You’re such a good boy, how’s it feel?” You saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, his jaw tightening and loosening a few times before he nodded, his eyes moving beneath the lids as he tried to search for words.

“Feels…” his voice was raspy, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he tried to find the word that perfectly described how he was feeling, knowing a simple good wouldn’t be enough for you. “Full” you hummed as you slowly stroked his cock which had softened a bit but still stood firm in your grasp. As you ran your thumb over his head, pre cum quickly gathering from his slit for you to work down his shaft his head lolled back, a breathy moan falling from his lip.

It didn’t take long before his cock was pulsing in your hand and his hips wiggled against your strap, almost as though he was trying to fuck himself on you, but you remained steadfast, hoping he’d be reduced to begging for it. Which of course, he was.

”P-Please” His gasped as the slick sound of your hand on his cock filled the room, his leg was tensing over your shoulder, trying to draw you closer to him but you knew he was consciously controlling how much of his leg strength he used with you. ”Pleaaase” He threw his arm over his eyes but you could see the tips of his ears were burning, and the blush had even traveled down to his bare chest.

“Please what, baby?” You couldn’t help but lean forward, his leg now trapped between your chest and his, a startled whine fell from his lips as your strap nudged against his prostate. You let go of his now pulsing cock so you could push his arm away from his face, your lips pressing to his forehead. “I’ll give you everything you want if you can just use your words, like a good boy.” He moaned in response, moving his head in an attempt to capture your lips but you were quick to pull just far enough away that he missed. You clicked your tongue at him, pressing your hips further into him, earning yourself a broken moan. “Come on, it’s not that hard baby, just tell me what you want.” You were close enough that your lips brushed over his as you spoke, his wide, wet eyes were locked on yours as he tried desperately to fuck himself on your unmoving cock. ”Let mommy make you feel good.” Words you never expected to say, but the sound that left Sanji made it all worthwhile.

“Fuck” The word unconsciously felt his parted lips the same was a breath does, a shaky hand reaching up to run through his own damp bangs, moving the blonde locks completely out of the way of his normally concerned eye. ”C-can you p-plea-se move.” His swirled eyebrows knit together as the words left his lips.

“See, was that so hard?” You pushed yourself up, moving your hand to support yourself on the bed next to his head, rolling your hips as you adjusted. His whole body moved, his calf muscle flexing against your chest as you wrapped your free hand around his thigh using it to support the position change.

You rolled your hips against him, pulling out slowly before pressing into him until there was little resistance against the toy. With every thrust his moans got louder, but not quite has loud as it had been when you had managed to hit the squishy organ inside of him.

You pulled completely out of him, a long whine leaving his lips in place of a question which would have been near impossible for him to piece together in that moment.You guided his leg off your shoulder as you slipped off the bed, glad that even in this cock drunk state he was able to understand what you were trying to do so he could move allowing his legs were dangling off the bed on either side of you. The toy slipped back inside him with as little resistance as there is for him after he’s made you cum a few times. He sucks in a sharp breath as you sink into him fully, only stopping when your bodies can be no closer together, your hands pulling his legs over your shoulders and tugging him closer to the edge of the bed so his hips are lower then yours, a position you hope will get the desired outcome.

The sight of his muscular legs over your feminine frame made his face turn a bright red, watching as you nip at the calf that's over your right shoulder, your leg hand running down the other leg until you can run grab his hip. You begin fucking him, moving your hips at a different angle each thrust until a startled moan shoots from his lips. You lock your body into that angle and begin to pound into him as though you had sensation in the strap and you were chasing your mounting orgasm. Everytime the bulbous head of the cock grazed along his prostate, his sounds got more and more broken, his volume louder than he had ever been before. Very quickly what little resolve he still maintained cracked, shattering the moment your hand wrapped around his aching cock again.

His head lolled back, eyes filled with tears, jaw slack as the moans poured out of him. Anytime he tried to speak, words turned into whimpers and cries, begging for more, which you tried to give him but you didn’t have the stamina he did, you could feel the muscles in your stomach, hips and even your ass started to protest your thrusting but you couldn’t let up.

As you fucked into him, unable to tear your gaze away from him you felt his hand grab the hand that was wrapped around his cock, assuming he wanted you to move it you slowly started to move your wrist, which forced a pained cry from his lips, his head shaking as his grip on your tightened. “T-t-o-oo m-much” he met your gaze, his hand still tight around your wrist as you pieced together the fact that he didn’t want you to touch him, that it wasn’t the toy that was too much, that it was instead your hand around his cock. He was getting off entirely from you fucking into him. You pulled your hand away from his erection, instead intertwining your fingers with his and pinning it next to his head as you maintained a rough pace. With your free hand you nudged one of his legs off your shoulder, allowing you to move closer to him, trapping his leg between your chests as you pressed a kiss to the dip in his collarbone.

“You take my cock so well, you take it like such a good boy.” You felt him moan more then you heard it, his chest vibrating against your lips. “Think you can cum for mommy?” You flicked your gaze up to him, seeing him nod over and over again, his hips trying to buck against your strap, a string of please mommy leaving his lips until the leg over your shoulder tensed, his top half sitting up from the bed as much as the position allowed as a long and slightly choked moan shot from his mouth as you felt your chest become coated with cum.

With every rope of cum his whole body jerked, getting weaker with each pulse until he was whimpering against the mattress, hips still bucking ever so slightly as he orgasm tapered.

He looked absolutely beautiful underneath you. His chest pink, the slightest hint of freckles could be seen over his shoulders, his cheeks were flushed, lips chapped and bitten, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, his eyes closed and face relaxed. His cock lay, deflating against his lower belly, cum dripping from the head and into his belly button. You guided his leg from your shoulder, sure to press a kiss to the inside of his knee before letting it hang limply from the edge of the bed. As soon as you slowly began pulling out of him you noticed how his cock twitched, beginning to harden just from the feeling of movement inside of him, followed shortly by an overstimulated whine.

“I know baby, I just gotta pull out.” You held his hip as you stepped back, your cock eventually slipping out of him and hanging heavily. “There you go baby, all done.” Your voice was hushed, as you unclipped the harness and let it fall to the ground so you could step out of it.

As soon as it was gone, you couldn't help but miss it a little, but you knew it wouldn’t be long before you had it on again. You gently guided him onto the bed properly, hearing his little hums every time you touched him until you were able to get his head on the pillow and wrestle the blanket over him, crawling under it beside him. As if by instinct he moved his head to your chest, pressing his face into your bare skin, his arm wrapping around your waist. You wanted to ask him how it was, ask him how you could improve, when you could do it again, but you forced yourself to wait, opting instead to card your fingers through his hair until he fell asleep against you.

[jasvtsc]

dean winchester x angel!reader.

dean had been feeling down for quite some time now. he was quieter than usual, his snarky and teasing comments basically being reduced to zero. he was like a shadow of himself, closing up in his routine.

wake up. coffee. hunting. booze. go to sleep. repeat.

and it was like that over and over again.

like he was dead inside.

you knew he was hurting — as an angel, you could sense those things even though you weren’t sure what they meant exactly. but you were pretty sensitive to them, especially when it was dean who was experiencing such mental turmoil. it was breaking your heart even though it was literally impossible. you were an angel, a celestial being too powerful for a mortal to wrap their head around it.

yet you were sad when your favourite human was suffering.

it didn’t suit him. and you didn’t understand why he had to go through so much. in your eyes, he was just this precious human who was dealing with all your questions and things you were curious about. he was there for you. and you wanted to be there for him.

which is why you decided to cheer him up a little. you wished you could take all his pain away, double it and give it to the next person (coughs john winchester), but (unfortunately), as an angel, you couldn’t hurt other people. that wouldn’t be good. and you didn’t want to deal with that right now — dean was your main priority.

so you were limited to doing what you did best — healing troubled souls.

however, you weren’t exactly sure how to approach him. he didn’t want you using your powers on him — he thought it was a waste of time, and he didn’t like supernatural forces messing with him in general. even if they were coming from his little birdie. he had some limits.

that’s how you were back at the starting point, sitting in the war room and silently debating what to do.

you tapped your fingers on the table, your lips pursed out as you hummed some song you overheard playing on the radio while returning from a hunt with dean. you learned to love car drivers, especially the late–night ones, with music faintly playing in the back, as you admired the sky and all the stars. dean showed you so many amazing things about humans and their customs. and you just wished you could bring something into his life as well.

you even debated recreating some scenes from his favourite movies. cas told you about them, but you weren’t sure why would dean have to become a pizza man all of a sudden. so that idea was also put in a dumpster.

you couldn’t figure out a single thing you could do for him. with a groan of frustration, you stood up and headed to his room to simply ask what he’d want you to do to make him feel better. that was probably the best idea. he, for sure, must’ve wanted something.

in a blink of an eye, you arrived at his door. you barged in without knocking, as always, and looked around the room. and then, your heart just broke. dean was lying in his bed, his hand draped over his face as he just lay there. you didn’t know for how long he’d been like that, and you noticed that he was still in the same clothes that he’d been wearing three days ago.

yeah, it was bad.

“deano? what are you doing?” you asked softly, nudging his shoulder with your finger. he just sighed and looked at you with those tired, green eyes.

“not now, birdie. just go,” he said, pushing you away. but you didn’t budge, not even a little.

“no. you look like shit. i can’t let you be like that,” as always, you were being a little too straightforward.

“thank you. that’s exactly what i needed to hear, pigeon. i’m being serious, just leave me alone,” his voice grew stern. but you didn’t care. you weren’t about to give up.

“hey, i did that. i left you alone this past week, just like you asked. but enough of that. you went past your limit,” you huffed and basically lifted him from the bed as if he weighed nothing.

at this point, dean didn’t even try to protest. you were an angel. you’d most certainly beat his ass if he started a fight — you wouldn’t tho — you were too sweet for your own good.

yeah, you were doing a good job proving to him that not all angels were assholes. you were his little birdie, and he wouldn’t trade you for the world. however, he knew damn well that you deserved better than him. you deserved someone on your level, someone who’d be good for you — not an old, washed-up hunter with trauma and plenty of issues. he’d just corrupt you. and that was the last thing he ever wanted. you were supposed to stay his sweet angel forever.

you dragged dean to the bathroom and sat him down in the bathtub. you ordered him to take his clothes off, and when he did that, albeit begrudgingly, you filled the tub with warm water.

dean visibly relaxed and closed his eyes, just winding off the pressure he felt on his shoulders those last few days. however, he opened one eye as soon as he felt your fingers treading through his hair, washing it for him.

“darlin’, what the hell are you doing?” he asked, a small smile slowly appearing on his face.

“shush. i’m washing your hair. i think,” you mumbled, biting on your tongue as you tried to wash his hair. he did that for you plenty of times, and you tried your best to repeat those movements for him.

dean chuckled lightly but didn’t say anything. yeah, you were putting a little too much pressure on his head and shoving it from one side to the other — but he didn’t have it in him to correct you. you were too much of a sweetheart, and he knew you were trying your best. so, he’d let that slide.

as you massaged his scalp, he reached for his razor, planning to shave off the scruff on his face. but you were faster and slapped his hand away with a huff.

“huh?” he looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“no. leave that. it looks better that way,” you said matter-of-factly.

and in this exact moment, that characteristic smile of his came up on his lips. he chuckled and ran his fingers through his scruffy cheek.

“you just say that 'cause you love how it scratches your thighs,” he muttered lowly, leaning back with a cocky smirk as he obeyed your order.

and you just blushed heavily, clearing your throat.

oh, he knew damn well you absolutely loved the carpet burn.

a/n: sooo surprise!!! it’s not totally emo lol

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[not-a-snowman]

You know I may be wrong, but I’m starting to think that the general Fanon perception of PO3 may be wildly off from his portrayal within the source material.

Something I heard once was that Inscryption’s creator (Daniel Mullins) described PO3 as the story’s villain and as generally evil. And that stuck with me as someone who has read a LOT of very interesting takes on PO3’s hidden nuances, and it had me wondering about what the creator-intended perception of PO3 is meant to be

And I’ll be real I’ve been thinking over the source material with this idea in mind and I think I have an answer that is NOT pretty for my guy

(note: while I talk about fan perception within here this is specifically an analysis done with this supposed “creator intended” reading in mind. It’s not meant to be a take down on all interpretations.)

I think PO3 is intended as a stand in for the worst elements of gaming culture and game design. I know Act 3 has its defenders, but I genuinely think that narratively the strongest aspect of Act 3 is that it makes you reflect on and appreciate Act 1

Act 3 is near devoid of passion or care. PO3 fundamentally does not give a shit about the game he’s playing with you unless it furthers his marketing scheme or if it gives him an opportunity to show off just how much better he is at this than the other Scrybes.

I’ve seen people point to the bounty hunters as an element of PO3’s creativity and passion for the game coming through, but if that’s the case it’s pretty sad given that the bounty hunters are literally procedurally generated. They have roughly the same amount of care put into them as the average madlibs.

He didn’t even finish the 3rd boss fight, he makes you do it for him

ACT 3’S “FINALE BOSS” IS G0LLY

G0LLY.

I LIKE G0LLY, but she’s not a finale boss fight, especially not when her competition is Leshy’s three stage finale which is capped off with the goddamn moon.

I know that PO3 has a moment of reflection in the moments before the grand transcendence but idk, it comes off as insincere and self-congratulatory more than sentimental especially given that it’s right before PO3 goes off about this was actually all just his plan to sell his shitty unfinished game on Steam and how he’s actually in it for a way BIGGER audience

and also you’re an idiot gamer

[samandcolbyownme]

Warnings: swearing, sexting, fluff

Enjoy!

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Chris would start off your day with a cute little snap

You looked up at the building, dreading this work day that was arriving in just a few minutes. Your phone lit up with a notification - a snapchat notification, from Chris. You smiled as you clicked on it, knowing it’ll make your day go somewhat better.

He would try and keep your mood up when you told him you were stuck in meetings all day, bored out of your mind.

This meetings is going to be the death of me I swear to god, you type out onto the snap of your shoes and the floor. You lock your phone, resting your chin in your hand. You zone out until you feel the vibration from your phone on your lap, unlocking it to see a snap from Chris that makes you fight back smiling like an idiot in front of everyone in the room.

He would fill you in on his day, but also not take away from yours.

You leaned back in your chair, letting out a quiet sigh as your thumbs tapped the screen. You made sure to glance up every so often to make it seem like you’re somewhat interested in what is being said, I’m literally going to rip my hair out. I’m sooooo bored

He would be very good at distracting you to help the time pass, but he would also feel bad about possibly getting you in trouble.

I know a way you can help me, something that’ll help pass the time AND make me more exited to see you.., you bite your lip, glancing around to make sure the people sitting around you aren’t being nosey. Your heart starts to race as you know what can of worms you’re opening in the middle of a meeting, but that was the fun in it, right?

Once he got the official go, he wouldn’t hesitate.

No, Baby. I won’t get in trouble. I promise, You gently bounce your leg, jotting down some words as you waited the first snap of the session. Once your phone vibrated, you moved in towards the table more, leaning back to look at the screen. You raised a brow at his snap, clearing your throat as you looked up from reading it. You shifted around in your seat, looking around and nodding like you were paying attention before going back to responding, I bet I could do a lot more than that lollipop could, baby.

His snaps would progressively get more sexual the more he aches for you - just like you ached for him.

Your thighs squeeze together as you tap the screen slowly, you have no idea how bad I want the picture of you in between my legs to come to life right now, you laid your phone face down in your lap. You brought your hand up to cover your lips as you couldn’t fight back the smirk the notification brought on, but once you opened his snap, you couldn’t hide it.

He would purposely say things that he knows would get your cheeks to flush into that cute shade of pink that he loves so much.

You felt your cheeks heat up. You reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face as you lean over next to the lady beside you, “I’ll be right back. I need to run to the restroom.” She gives you a nod and you hurry out of the meeting room. You bite your lip as you tap the screen, one upping him, I just had to leave the room, fuck I want this day to be over with. I want you so fucking bad, baby.

He control himself after a while, totally forgetting that you were, in fact, still at work and not at home.

Your eyes widen at the purple block that appears under his name, mentally cursing yourself for getting into this. You roll your chair forward, making sure your volume is all the way down, along with your brightness, before tapping the video.

Chris is laying in his bed, his hand pulling up his shirt before teasingly sliding down his sweats. He doesn’t show anything - yet - but it was enough to have the walls of your pussy clenching around nothing. You take a quick snap and bite down on your lip as you type quickly, you fucking tease, keep doing that and I’ll have you watch as I get off without your help.

By the end of the day, you were ready for him, and he was ready for you.

Practically ran to my car. I’m on my way, you send the snap and immediately start your car, starting your drive to finally finished what was started.

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Slacked towards the end, but it’s something I wanted to get out. Thank you for reading! I love you so much!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[saintsenara]

idk if you have ever talk about this before but in case you havent, what do you think of the infamous "Albus Severus" Potter name? overall how do you feel about Harry's naming his kids?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

i'll be honest, its infamy always strikes me as a classic case of the fandom not being able to separate what characters would do from what they would do.

because i completely appreciate that most people probably wouldn't name their children after a teacher who bullied them and a man who sent them to the death...

but harry would.

albus severus makes perfect sense as a name on the basis of who harry is, how he understands honour and lineage, how he comes to think of both snape and dumbledore over the course of deathly hallows, and how those thoughts would expand and deepen as time passes after the end of the pre-epilogue canon.

i also don't find the james and lily thing weird. i know plenty of people who are named after their dead relatives, including a couple of people who are named after murdered relatives, and it's not something anyone i know would look twice at. nor do the families of any of those people have trouble understanding them as their own person. i presume this would be considered stranger - and/or more inhibiting to a child's sense of identity - in other parts of the world, but i just understand it as something families do.

what does strike me as odd, though, is how much of this fandom forgets two things: that there are generally two people involved in naming a child; and that ginny is not a doormat.

it always seems to me that - whether people think the kids' names are suitable or not - harry is assumed to have been exclusively responsible for them, while ginny is assumed either to have been railroaded into doing what harry wanted, or to have nobly forfeited any say in the naming process because her only goal in life is to sacrifice everything to make harry happy.

[when it comes to the boys' names, at least. people do seem to go for the idea that ginny's responsible for the luna part of lily luna.]

but i think this is nonsense - and it clearly puts enough of a bee in my bonnet that i've had her say so in two pieces of my writing...

in everlasting ink:

James will be born with the cord wrapped around his neck, grey and still, and there will be hours - or maybe just seconds which feel like hours - in which she doesn't breathe, skin going cold and vision whiting, until he roars, rattly and indignant, as though being born was an unwelcome disturbance in his otherwise busy day.   That's why she'll want him to have Sirius' name. His first cry will sound like a motorbike.

and [when i finally get around to posting the next chapter] one year in every ten:

'What on earth possessed you to agree to that name?' 'I didn't agree to it. I picked it. I hope you don't think so little of Harry that you think he'd deny me a say in the names of my own children?' 'But Albus -' 'He was very kind to me. Dumbledore. After what happened... It was like I was sleepwalking. Nothing felt real. It was like I wasn't fully in my own body. And everyone was acting like everything was fine - yay, Ginny's back to normal! - and I just went along with it. I don't know why... There was this afternoon, just before the end of term, and I was trying to go down to the lake, but I'd got stuck - I guess that's the word - on the stairs. I literally couldn't move... And then Dumbledore came round the corner and he said "are you quite alright, Miss Weasley?" and I said "oh yes, I’m right as rain" and he just looked at me - you know the way he used to look at you, like he could read your mind - and it all came bursting out of me. How I didn't think I'd ever feel happy again. How I thought a little bit of me might have been left in the Chamber. How I worried my whole life had been broken by what you did to me and it would never be fixed. And he said - I'll never forget it - "there is nothing wrong with being broken, Miss Weasley, if you try to see the cracks as how the -" '"- light gets in". I should have known that was a pre-rehearsed bit of sentimentality...' 'I remember thinking about it when he died. He was lying there, broken, and I remember thinking "where's your light now?" But it turned out that he knew what he was doing.' 'That's one way of putting it...' 'And then we picked Severus for his middle name because we thought it would annoy Snape and that would be funny. And it did and it was.'

[cyrintheum]

Introducing Strohl as an ESFJ! + ARGUMENT WHY HE IS ESFJ

Hello everyone, It’s really jarring how much intuitive bias PDB has. Just because he leads in a group and has a plan doesn’t automatically mean he’s an ENFJ. If he has Ni-Se in his stack, then where’s the desire of his to have a grand plan on his country and even some Se sensory pleasures like blade-riding? He is obviously Si-Ne since he internalizes memorable moments in the past, him being eloquent with his words, and he even comes back with witty jokes and comebacks. I also made this new and improved argument with the help of my friends in order to properly present my argument better and more concisely.

WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD.

I’m gonna cut through the chase here. It's already obvious that he is a Fe dom, so I won’t try to flesh out that part here. I’m gonna explain Si and Ne on this part.

Introverted Sensing (Si): Here’s the important part. His bond mostly focuses on trying to rebuild his past hometown, and he constantly tries to relive the events that transpired through it. He also wants to build a future where everyone gets their ruined cities rebuilt, since he does not want them to happen ever again. In a way, Si thinks about the past, but not just the past. It considers the past as a factor, and also thinks about the future due to the past. Ni is more of an unconscious effort seeing the future due to current happenings. Next, he constantly brings up his parents' teachings on doing laundry, cooking, and even honing your swords. This highlights his familiarity with traditional values his parents imposed on him. A Ni user is more likely to be rebellious with traditional teachings, due to it being one of the most stubborn cognitive functions. 

When going to Brilehaven, you are met with him reminiscing on his childhood in that city. "My parents took me once when I was a boy. I remember the day we arrived, and waking up to the smell of the ocean.” “The place was crowded beyond belief. Everything was so different from our hometown in the countryside.” Another thing, in one of his bonds, Strohl vividly remembers how he met Will, as well as the time where he mentioned that, “The roads were so rough we could hardly keep our arses on our seats, but there you were, reading a book of all things.”

According to Emma Jung’s description of introverted sensation, Si absorbs every single detail of the sensory experiences outside them. It’s like a person whom you’ve told a joke about in the morning, and they will still laugh about it in the night. Those lines show that every single detail of him internalizing sensory experiences into his internal self, attaching personal sentiments due to his parents when they were going to Port Brilehaven, not just remembering the past. This also applies to the time where he remembered travelling alongside Will in the carriage.

In comparison to an ENFJ, Ni is a function that relies on the unconscious. It produces unconscious images imaging the future that pertain to what’s happening right now. They are also big-picture thinkers who have a singular plan at hand. Think about Louis who is an ENTJ. He has a grand plan of turning everyone into humans for the sake of equality. In comparison to Strohl, he is more focused on trying to rebuild his past glory and the old ruined cities, instead of making a long-term plan that revolutionizes the whole country.

At the end of the game, he reminisces about meeting Will in the recruitment center, and he states that he still sees the same about him. There’s just a lot of moments in the game where he constantly uses Si without even trying hard to remember about his past events whether it is about his traumas or not. An ENFJ would literally try harder to internalize and imagine the inner sensations that they experienced, since they have trickster Si. Their Ni-Se would push those away to make plans for the future.

Extroverted Intuition (Ne):

He came up with the idea that they should bring a person’s head instead of a monster when he knew that there are bounties that are people too. Everyone else had the same idea when he thought out of the box. Based on his past knowledge, he inferred that bounties also include criminals, hence he proposed the idea of bringing a head of a criminal in the competition to sway the audience. Another moment when he noticed that the Drakodios negated the protective magla by associating it with the king’s magic. He already knew that fact, and his intuition was triggered by external objects in reality that was happening at the moment. He even tested the lance and said that this changes everything about the situation.

In one quest, he wants to see what other possibilities the ring has by urging Will to wear it, since he remembered that the ring has a sketchy backstory. Based on Carl Jung, extroverted intuition always seeks new possibilities through seeking on what can be done in an object. It looks out for opportunities that can be done. An Ni user would just assume automatically that the ring shouldn’t be worn due to its dubious history.

Aside from the serious things he does with Ne, he also likes to reply with comebacks and make jokes about things that a Ni-Se user would have a harder time conjuring up with.

Conclusion:

So here’s the thing, Strohl doesn’t even try hard to remember his past experiences, as he constantly makes references about his past, while they’re just doing the most mundane tasks at hand. An ENFJ would be more likely to talk about the future since Ni is their auxiliary function. Literally when even doing the laundry he just casually brings up how much he is a master of laundry, as well as mentioning his parents phrases and values in it. His goals have also changed in his bond, as well as having trouble realizing his own ideals. This signals that he has trickster Ni in his stack, since he doesn’t think about his long-term goals. This concludes my argument for him. I will add more comments if I continue to find more evidence of him being an ESFJ.

References:

Wikipedia. (2024, November, 3). Jungian cognitive functions. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jungian_cognitive_functions

Sharp, D. (1987). PERSONALITY TYPES: Jung’s Model of Typology. Wayback Machine. https://web.archive.org/web/20190722141945/http://innercitybooks.net/pdf/books/personalitytypes.pdf

[gothamite-rambler]

Stay away from that man, Stephanie!

Context: If you know about Kyle Rayner, you will get why Stephanie needs to stay far away from that man. She already fake died once!

Stephanie (grinning widely, bouncing on her seat): He was so cute, dude. I learned his name… Kyle Rayner.

Dick spat out his drink, shocked, the liquid splattering Damian in the face. Damian glared, his eyes narrowing, then angrily stood up to grab a washcloth and clean his new soda-covered face.

Dick (coughing a little, wide-eyed): I’m sorry, there was something in my soda. I wasn’t reacting to what you said, but um… his name again?

Stephanie (smitten, dreamily sighing): Kyle Rayner. He’s super cute, and he even finished my joke!

Cass (raising an eyebrow, intrigued): Oh, that’s actually a good sign. I know how you are with quips. What happened next?

Stephanie (lightly pounding her fist on her knee, excitement bubbling over): Flipping B literally walked me away from the guy. Then he made a joke about my favorite show using my hero name as a quip. I was ready to hand him my number, and then he carried me away!

Dick brought his hands together, silently thanking his father for getting her out of there. Stephanie took this as a sign he was on her team, her smile growing.

Stephanie (leaning in, conspiratorial): I know, right?! He is such an overprotective hero. I’m not even his kid like that!

Cass (nodding, understanding): Well, you know how Bruce is; he wants to keep his family safe. Be proud you’re part of it if he acts like that.

Dick (whispering, concerned, glancing away): You have no idea.

Stephanie (sighing dramatically, placing a hand over her heart): I might never get another chance to meet that hottie again! I could’ve taken my shot like Tim did with Konnor.

Dick grimaced, tapping his index fingers together, contemplating.

Dick (in his head, feeling uneasy): Konnor’s last girlfriend didn’t end up stuffed in a fridge.

Cass, oblivious to Kyle's past, placed a reassuring hand on Stephanie's shoulder for support, her eyes sparkling with a sudden idea.

Cass (stating the obvious, with enthusiasm, leaning closer): Why don’t you go talk to him?

Stephanie (rolling her eyes, sarcastically): Oh, yeah, sure!

Cassandra (encouragingly, grinning wider): What? Just tell him he’s cute and that you’d like to exchange numbers. What’s the worst that could happen?

Stephanie (worried, biting her lip): They could hear me and then laugh in my face.

Dick shook his head, his eyes wide and serious, keeping his thoughts to himself.

Dick (in his head, feeling a sense of dread): That’s not the worst that could happen.

Cass (smiling, reminiscing, softly nudging her): Come on, I did that with my current partner. She’s so sweet, too. It was worth it.

Stephanie (playfully teasing, raising an eyebrow): Oh, you aren’t with that guy anymore?

Cass shook her head with a small frown, her lips pressing together, but shrugged it off quickly.

Cass (sighing, dismissively): He turned out to be a bit of a sleazeball, but Jason and I dealt with him.

Stephanie (smiling warmly, her confidence returning): Aww, sibling goals. Hm, I will take your advice. Dick, do you know when Kyle—

Dick (interrupting, voice rising in alarm, backing away): Nope, nope, nope! I know nothing about him other than his name, and if I did, I’d still stay far, far away from him! Do not contact him, talk to him, or if you see him—run the other way!

Stephanie glanced at Cass, confused, but the girl shrugged back, equally perplexed.

Stephanie (shocked, eyes widening, incredulously): Freaking what?!

Dick (hastily, signaling he’s leaving, urgency in his tone): I have to talk to Bruce about a thing in a place. Bye!

Dick ran off to Bruce's office, needing to discuss Kyle Rayner with the caped crusader, who was already expecting him.

Spoiler meets a Green Lantern

What Cass is referring to -> Cass got her groove back!

[ramblinscramblin]

I got one more ask. Sorry for spamming your inbox ^^’

The mercs with a s/o who has an eight year old daugther from a previous relationship. The daugther is very outdoorsy and creative.

If not all the mercs then maybe Sniper, Engineer and Soldier? :)

→Mercs with Reader who has a Daughter!

Genre: fluff, slice of life

Characters: Sniper, Engie, Soldier

No worries I really appreciate the requests! This is such a cute idea!

Sniper

Sniper is probably not really the best with kids, feels like he doesn’t know what to say or do.

But once he realizes she likes the outdoors?? Well there he goes, teaching her how to start a fire with a rubber band, a stick and lock of your own hair.

Enjoys teaching her stuff, and she really enjoys learning from him.

(She probably thinks he is so cool! A real life wild life expert!)

Brings her any of the animals he catches outside for her to look at before releasing them.

“Babe! Get that thing out of here!” You exclaimed frantically as Sniper stands in the door way with an opossum writhing in his hand.

“Relax, it’s for baby ‘roo she said she wanted to see one,” Sniper responded casually, leaning down to show your starry eyed daughter the creature up close.

“Can we keep him?” She pleaded looking up at you with big wet eyes.

You shot a nasty glare back at Sniper, who knew he was in big trouble, but it wasn’t so bad if he made his girl happy.

They really bond over camping, and you guys go on camping retreats regularly. You’re daughter adores the van so much, likes sharing the tiny bed with the two of you.

Engie

Engie finds bonding with your daughter to be top priority.

He’s a family man so he’s going to do whatever he has to do to connect with her, even if that means letting her put stickers all over his sentries.

He thought it would bother him the way all the mercs make fun of all the little drawings left in his tool box, but he honestly doesn’t care at all. In fact he loves it.

He’s got the best little family ever, he literally won.

She was painting on the teleporter one day when you said “are you sure that it’s okay she does that?”

“What? Make my machines look beautiful? S’more than just okay, sugar,” he said. She looked up at him with a big warm grin. You can’t really argue with that.

Stepping up as a father, let’s be real he would make a fantastic dad. He’s there through everything with the two of you. Wants to be a genuine good influence on her.

Solider

Loves this little girl to the moon and back, oh my god.

I imagine he’s always wanted kids, so you coming into his life with your little ray of sunshine was more than divine intervention.

Spoils her rotten, gives her literally anything and everything she ever asks for.

“Can I have that cookie?” She asked, pointing at soldiers plate.

“Oh! Honey that’s not yours—“ you were quickly interrupted

“—right it’s mine! And I say she can have it,” he declared matter-a-factly handing the sweet over to her tiny hands. She was so ecstatic.

You wanted to scold him about sugar rushes, but he looked so proud you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. He’s the one who had to deal with a hyper eight year old not you.

She loves to decorate his helmet and he loves taking it into battle.

100% wears a locket with a picture of both of you in it, he’s so sentimental I’m ill.

Definitely cried the first time she referred to him as dad.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 13 - Snow Cone

@jegulus-microfic November 13, Word count 762

Previous part First part

Regulus was stunned that he’d even been able to say Barty’s name. He felt numb and cold, but mostly, he felt as if he were frozen in place. James’s protective arm moved from his waist and he would have protested if he could make his brain work, but all he could do was stare at Barty. And then he was being moved. It took him a second to realise that James had pushed him behind him and blocked him from Barty’s view. 

“I suggest you leave as quickly as you appeared,” James growled. The words took a long time to penetrate the thick fog engulfing Regulus’s brain, but they did seep in, and he felt an overwhelming rush of affection for James. James had remembered Barty from that one story he’d told him when they were first getting to know each other before he’d even moved in with James. The man who’d stolen his first kiss right before Walburga appeared and then been too ashamed of him to help him after his parents had thrown him out. His first and only friend. 

Something came over him then. Why should James have to defend him? He was more than capable of defending himself. He took a deep, shaky breath and came out from behind James, moving to his front. He glared up at Barty, all his pain, anger, and hurt bubbling over at the sight of him. 

“Get away from me,” He snarled. “Get away from my art and get away from my boyfriend.” 

“Come on, Regulus, don’t be like that,” Barty huffed a small laugh. “No need to be so sensitive,” 

“SENSITIVE?! You absolute arsehole! You literally stole my first kiss, and then when my mother came and caught us, you disappeared, leaving me alone to deal with her, and then after she’d hit me and thrown me out, you refused to help me. I had no one and nothing, and you left me on the street like some mangy dog. I never asked you to tell your dad that you kissed me. I came to you as a friend needing help, and you turned me away. I slept in the park that night. I was terrified that someone would find me and hurt me.” He was shaking, unable to go on. James’s warm arms wrapped around him and turned him into his chest, cradling his head against his warmth. Regulus nestled into it, comforted, all his pain washing away just by touching James. 

“Reg, I had no idea you had nowhere to go…” Barty started, but Regulus spun his head, fixing his icy glare on Barty. 

“Yes, you did. I told you that I had nowhere else to go. No one else would take me in…”

“Prongs, Reggie! I found the refreshments. There's a guy with this big machine, and he scoops these balls of— they call it snow, but I’m pretty sure it's just ice—and then adds syrup to it. They are delicious. Snow cones the chap told us… what’s wrong?” Sirius and Remus had finally caught up and Sirius stared at Regulus’s distraught face. 

“Fucking hell. Sirius? Really, Reg, Sirius?” Barty scoffed at him. 

“You!” Sirius spat as he realised who was standing in front of him. Before anyone could say any more, Sirius had tipped his snow cone upside down on Barty’s head and shoved him backwards. “Get away from my brother, you useless waste of finite resources. You waste of space. Get fucking lost!”

“Come on Barty,” Evan stepped in as Barty bared his teeth and stepped up to Sirius. Regulus was terrified that Sirius was going to start a fight. “It was lovely seeing you Reg, sorry,” Evan said sadly and dragged Barty away. 

“Reggie, are you alright?” Sirius said through gritted teeth, not looking at him. 

“Yeah,” He said timidly, sinking back into James’s embrace. 

“Shhh, sweetheart, shhh,” He heard Remus’s soothing tones as he tried to calm Sirius. James swayed them to and fro gently, giving Regulus all the time he needed to collect himself. 

“Do you want to stay or do you want to go home?” James asked gently, his words vibrating in his chest under Regulus’s ear. 

“I want to stay. I won’t let him ruin this for me.” He said, determined. He took one last inhale of James’s calming smell and moved out of James’s arms but took his hand in his. ��Sirius, you said something about a ghastly treat. Where are they?” And together, they walked around the rest of the exhibits, not seeing either Evan or Barty again. 

Next part

[waywardstation]

I was literally just thinking about how you’re doing since you’ve been quiet for some time. Really hope you’re feeling better soon.

Also that the heavy stuff will also improve for you. It’s okay to prioritize your health and other things (even when they’re not good) right now. Definitely sending you strength to get through this and that soon we’ll all be having a good time together again! Please take care of yourself and don’t push yourself too hard. No matter what, brighter days will eventually come back!

Despite all of this I hope you still find time to do things you love and make you feel better. Practice self-care and treat yourself. And don’t overdo things! No need to rush things!

Really looking forward to when you’re feeling better and got more time for this blog! I’ve got some ideas I wanna share at some point that could spark some inspiration but we’ll see! For now all I want is for things to improve on your side!

Take care and stay awesome!

Once again your kindness and thoughtfulness means so much to me friend, thank you ;w; <3 it means a lot that you have been thinking about me!

I appreciate your understanding a lot as well, thank you very much; I have honestly had lots of things I’ve wanted to share lately too but haven’t been able to, because so much has happened at once I just haven’t been able to calm down enough to focus on anything else ^^; but you are right, things will get better at some point!! Everyone has ups and downs and this is just a down period, it’ll go back up eventually ^^

Once again thank you! I’m looking forward to reaching a point where I feel well enough to be able to indulge in things again as well! I’m going to try to find some time to get to posting some easy things again that I’ve been meaning to!

And I would absolutely love to hear about any ideas you have as well; your ideas are always so fun to discuss! Looking forward to when you want to share them! ^^

Thank you again very much for the kind message friend, it was a very encouraging thing to read and I appreciate it very much <3

[pjsk-hot-takes]

I think as an autistic person the idea of autistic Rui isn’t like. Inherently Bad or anything. I think there’s other characters that have more stuff supporting it (Kanade, Nene, Kohane) but it’s not like inherently a bad headcanon or interpretation

but the way people *handle* it is….. weird……

Like it’s used a lot as a justification for his behavior. Which like I’ve BEEN ostracized for being autistic so I know what it feels like. And I don’t think he deserves to be ostracized. But why are we acting like him literally using bombs on school campus with absolutely zero qualifications is a normal thing that needs to be defended.

Like that’s still extremely dangerous to the other students and just completely disregarding of other peoples safety. I don’t care how much Rui claims he “has it under control” he’s a teenager!!!! He doesn’t have a degree in pyrotechnics!!!!! He should not be doing that especially not at a public school where people could get hurt!!!!

And like if for whatever reason he genuinely needed to do something with explosions. Like if it’s a stim or a special interest or whatever. There’s a lot of safer alternatives you could try?

stim boards are a thing! Video games are a thing! Fanfic is a thing! If it’s the science process of it I’m sure you can simulate something similar in real life that is far safer. I’m sure if he has a psychologist they could help come up with other options. Literally if he needs to do these dangerous stunts there are safe!!! Alternatives!!!!! It doesn’t need to be the real thing!

Also, like, if it does need to be the real thing - one, keep it to shows maybe??? Where everyone is consenting??? Two, there are actual pyro technicians that you can hire for that exact purpose. Rui has no reason to mess with dangerous explosives unless it’s for budget reasons which like I THINK omitting real explosions or going for a safer alternative that mimics explosions is a better idea than messing with dangerous ones and having little to no clue what you’re doing. Sure maybe Rui has read up on it but he’s still a teenager and still isn’t a professional and shouldn’t be trusted with dangerous equipment that could hurt others in public.

Rui doing this type of stuff around Tsukasa and himself is one thing, because at least they’re consenting, but in public is a whole different story.

I feel like the fandom babies and infantilizes Rui. Like “oh noooo he’s just autistic it’s not his fault he puts people in mortal danger :((((( look at him!!! He’s so sweet!!!!!” I just. I don’t like it. I think autistic people SHOULD be allowed to point out the ableist undertones here without like, being shot down.

And yeah it’s true some autistic people might not know when they’re doing things wrong, but that’s still not a justification to defend his right to put people in mortal danger??????

Like, if Rui doesn’t understand that, he still. Shouldn’t be doing it. Like he should still be given safer alternatives that could maybe work instead and be safer for everybody involved. Not given free rein to cause as much damage as he wants that’s. Idk I don’t like that and I don’t like how much people fervently defend it.

Giving him alternatives isn’t, like, a Bad Thing. He can engage with dangerous stunts in safer ways or at least do it in a way that doesn’t endanger other non-consenting people.

And also, like, Rui and other characters doing this type of stuff for the sake of comedy isn’t actually a bad thing imo I still think it can be funny so I’m not saying it should be erased or toned down in the actual story. I just think people trying to defend it from a moral stand point is weird. Like you can acknowledge it’s not. A good thing to do in real life???? And maybe not glorify it????? And still enjoy/find it funny in the story like it’s just a comedy thing.

Maybe this doesn’t make sense I’m tired but. Idk I don’t like how people treat Rui being autistic as a justification for anything he does wrong ever. It feels infantilizing.

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[livelaughghoul]

Franco Colapinto Birth Chart Analysis

Disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes only, nothing observed or taken away from this should be considered fact.

Hand to a god I don’t even believe in, I had a visceral reaction to his chart when I first looked at it, because what is even happening. How are we all over the place? How does it make complete sense? It’s got so much going on, that it somehow just makes perfect sense, and I kind of love Franco for that even more. The Gemini Sun and Sagittarius rising is absolutely insane to me, but again, with everything that we have seen from Franco, it makes total sense.

I love his big three, because the vibes are genuinely all over the place but it’s somehow absolutely perfect. Honestly his chart has just made me love him even more, I want to protect him with my life.

THE PLANETS:

Sun - Gemini

You know those memes where it’s like, “me picking what personality to show my boyfriend today”, that’s literally Franco. Depending on who he is around, how comfortable he feels, and the vibes, he could be a totally different person than what is typically seen. He definitely does not like silence, and even if he is responsive to the vibes of others, he absolutely is not gonna sit in silence. He’s gonna fill that silence, and dammit he’s gonna make friends and he’s gonna force you into conversation.

Moon - Taurus

Honestly, thank god he has a Taurus Moon. I think any other moon sign would just make everything so much crazier. I think he needs the stability that comes with a Taurus Moon. There is so much determination to this placement, and honestly I think he needs that because it really just amplifies it through the rest of his chart. He’s going to set his mind to something, and it’s going to get done. He’s also going to be incredibly dedicated to those he lets into his inner circle

Rising - Sagittarius

This is SO funny to me, because of course this man is a Sagittarius rising. Franco is all about retaining his personal freedom, feeling independent, and keeping busy. Down time does not exist, and I think that goes into the impatience, and insecurity that can sometimes be found with this rising. He absolutely wants to be involved with others, and make connections, but we see that hesitance in terms of letting people in.

Mercury (Planet of intelligence) - Taurus

I love this because honestly it does not match the energy, and that’s the best part for me. Cause what do you mean this man wants to make sure he is completely prepared before making some wild ass decision? With the impulsivity through his chart it’s even better, because what? I know Ferrari has joked about having plans A-Z, but I feel like Franco actually has planned out every single option to his impulsive decisions. There is a lot of stability in this placement, so I think that a retrograde really won’t cause much problem.

Venus (Planet of love and pleasure) - Taurus

I know this man is over the top with romance. I’m talking breakfast in bed, you’ll never have to open another door in your life, and he’s gonna spoil the shit out you with random gifts. I definitely don’t think there is much logic used when it comes to romance or love, it’s all based off feelings. If you match his freak, he’ll match yours. Franco is likely closed off at the start, but when there is comfort and trust established it’s one of the best friendships you can have.

Mars (Planet of physical energy) - Aquarius

Not my favorite placement, but also not the worst. While there is definitely a physicality to this placement, I think we see it come through mentally more than anything else. A bit of a commitment issue placement if I’m being honest, but it’s not throwing major flags for me. I think that Franco is impulsive, but he’s able to work out the consequences before making that impulsive move, like yeah he’s gonna do some wild shit but he has an idea of the consequences.

Jupiter (Planet of luck, optimism, and success) - Leo

Franco was made for the spotlight, and I love that Formula 1 has provided this to him. Nothing is ever really good enough for someone when they have this placement, whenever one goal is met they immediately set a new, higher goal. They’ve got something they are working for at all times, and they’ll do whatever it takes to meet those goals. I think that we can see a lot of this in Franco, he’s setting incredible goals for himself and putting in some crazy work to meet those goals and make his dreams a reality.

Saturn (Planet of responsibility) - Gemini

…I know y’all are going flame me for this, but I just really love Saturn and I really love this placement because it’s honestly a little brutal. There is a lot of natural intelligence within this placement, but there is also cynicism, and it’s easy to sometimes come off as cold when it comes to different viewpoints when it comes to matters of the mind. I do think that there is a lot of internal pressure that comes with this placement though, there can be a lot of isolation and struggles when it comes to educational pursuits because it’s easy to get caught up in your own pressures. I do think that his Saturn returns are going to be interesting, mainly because there is so much pressure that comes with this placement, I imagine that there is going to be a lot of figuring out what his priorities are, and working out how to stay true to himself and those around him while also figuring out his priorities.

Uranus (Planet of change and originality) - Pisces

This one is funny to me because usually, it’s a push-over placement like it’s easy to kind of get them to do whatever you want. I think that there is a huge emphasis on emotion here, Franco has this ability to understand and almost feel exactly what others are feeling, while remaining true to himself and original in his own thought process. I imagine that there is a lot of learned behaviors, adapting the best parts of others and almost mastering them in his own sense.

Neptune (Planet of mystery and illusion) - Aquarius

I actually really love this placement because there is so much goodwill that comes with it. There is huge value in others and ensuring that you aren’t just living for yourself. I don’t see much mystery here, I think it’s more of the illusion through this placement. Franco portrays himself in a very specific way that does not provide much mystery or illusion, but I think that this is intentional because he wants the public to see him in a specific way.

Pluto (Planet of death and rebirth) - Sagittarius

Franco is 100% the type to show up to a girls' brunch with the best fucking tea possible, because this man is all about the truth, getting to the bottom of it, and wanting to know the full story. There is a value in honesty, wanting to find value in interactions, and getting to the bottom of things. When it comes to the idea that Pluto is this planet that symbolizes these big things like death and rebirth, I think it’s important to remember that we as people can go through phases, so maybe it is the death of one chapter of our lives, and we are moving onto a new chapter. We will see Franco go through these phases, where one chapter closes and another begins. Since Pluto travels through Sagittarius relatively shortly, we will see the noticeable movement in life chapters in short burst.

THE HOUSES:

First house (house of self) - Pluto

I personally don’t love when Pluto shows up in the earlier houses, because it’s one of those intense and questionable placements. Anyways, when we see Pluto in the first it’s indicative of this incredibly magnetic personality, where charisma and charm just shines through. There is also this intense dedication to reaching goals that can lead to isolation.

Third house (house of communication) - Neptune and Mars

I love this, because Mars and Neptune are so perfect when paired together here. Mars brings in a dominate kind of attitude, where he’s going to be overly communicative, and work to make sure his point of view is understood. Neptune tones it down some where we see this almost intuitive sense in what people need and what the preferred communication style is.

Fourth house (house of home) - Uranus

I’m losing my mind at this placement, because yeah this checks out. Franco values his independence, and desires to feel a level of freedom in everything he does. I definitely this that it’s a bit disruptive, but honestly it’s a good break from everything else. His stability needs this little bit of a shake up.

Sixth house (house of service and health) - Moon, Mercury, and Venus

We hate the Moon in the sixth house, because it’s not always indicative of a happy career. It can sometimes mean that you aren’t servicing yourself, and only others are being serviced by the work you do. Mercury is definitely not the best here, because there is a tendency to overwork and not get what is needed in return. The good thing about mercury here though is that there is an emphasis and importance on physical health and diet. Venus just solidifies the importance of a career, but it can become easy to blur the lines between work and personal relationships.

Seventh house (house of partnership and marriage) - Sun and Saturn

I love the Sun in the seventh because it holds such good news for marriage in the future. Franco is going to be a dedicated partner, someone who values the opinion of his chosen partner. With the intensity in his chart, I feel like he can get overwhelming when it comes to relationships though. Saturn soldifies it for me that he has a lot of hesitancy in fully developing a level of trust and commitment, but when the commitment is made, its life long.

Ninth house (house of mental exploration) - Jupiter

I love this, because Franco wants to learn, he wants to build on his knowledge and be the best he possibly can. We see a lot of communication in this placement too, because there is a desire to know as much as possible about the different communication styles, and the quirks with languages.