#ITS COMMON COURTESY BY NOW YALL

[jaybirdscoffee]

I REALLY NEED YALL WHO HAVE ALREADY SEEN TF ONE TO TAG YOUR SHIT WITH SPOILERS. PLEASE. OH MY FUCKING GOD.

[the-kipsabian]

saw a take so fucking rancid on twitter i almost deleted the entire app from my phone jesus fucking christ

first of all ao3 is an archive site. this is like going to the library and saying "oh i dont like this" on every piece of media you find that you dislike and thinking they should be stamped with some sort of a marker just cause you didnt like it

you can always click back and leave. fic writers owe you nothing to explain themselves and their creations. if they have mistagged or miscategorized fics, then i understand, however there are report tools for that instead of yelling at the artist tbh

im not saying free works arent necessarily above criticism. but this is just. fucking wild. its common courtesy to just enjoy stuff (or fucking leave if you dont, the back button is free) and if the artist specifically asks for critiques, then give one - constructive that is, shitting all over someones work is not proper criticism, mind you

i just find it fucking wild people are treating art and archive sites as social media these days like this and everything needs to be policed and ~catered to the algorithm~ like. no. ao3 doesnt have an algorithm. you should be able to fucking tell what you like and what you dont like and steer away from that kind of content and let people fucking be with their art. they dont owe you anything (except trigger warnings i'd argue, but i know some people disagree with that as well for some reason), and imagine how much more energy you'd have if you only engaged with things you liked and spent time looking at instead of going to places where you dont enjoy yourself. let alone spending time telling other people you dont enjoy what they enjoy. what a fucking life

[coldresolve]

yeah, nah, fuck it. im sharing this post and then i'm just gonna link to it whenever it becomes relevant.

every disagreement i have with yall always comes back to me phrasing things in a way that sounds mean. always, always. like duh, i dont try to sugarcoat how i see things, i have realized that, in fact i do it on purpose. why? well.

i come from a culture where it's often interpreted as deceitful and/or shallow to sandwich your point in with superficial courtesy. if you spend too much time packing your point in with whatever you think will make it easier to swallow, people will start to feel like you're infantalizing them, or straight up wasting their time. being direct and honest from the get-go is seen as a sign of respect - yes, even if what you're saying could easily be interpreted as rude. say what you think, say exactly how you feel, and we'll take it from there. that kinda thing.

when i say an opinion or criticise something on here, i am treating you, the reader, like someone who is smart enough to understand the gist of my argument without being bogged down by its delivery, mature enough to recognize the difference between criticism of your work (or general trends) and criticism of you as a person, and emotionally well-adjusted enough to not pin your self-worth on the negative opinions some random guy on the internet might have of something you do/create/like.

i am showing you respect by talking to you as if you are an adult who can deal with what i might have to say. if you're not, and you can't, i expect you to have the wherewithall to not engage with me. i could at the very least respect that. alternatively, you're also welcome to disagree with my points, obviously. i'm always up for a good discussion.

but you responding to criticism like mine with defensiveness, affront, or worse, the idea that you're now justified to go after the criticiser as a person, only comes across to me like immaturity, self-consciousness, self-importance, and in some cases - deliberate or not - obtusiveness. see how that cultural divide can go both ways?

we're probably not gonna find common ground here. i'm tired of being interpreted as aggressive all the time, but i have no intention of conforming to the american ideal of social courtesy, because it makes me feel shallow, disingenuous and fake. meanwhile, you're probably not gonna be able to hear me speak without shaking the knee-jerk feeling that i'm purposefully ignoring the sensitivity of others (because objectively, i am).

so do we chuck the whole thing up to different culturally determined approaches to communicating our ideas? can we keep a shred of respect and mutual understanding and leave it at that?

or are you gonna insist that i'm immoral/rude/aggressive/callous/antagonistic/attacking people/etc, for voicing my own opinions, in my own way, on my own blog - in which case i, in turn, will feel perfectly content to just consider you an inherently silly person?

as far as i can tell, it's one or the other.

(also please please recognize the difference between using culture as an excuse, and pointing out a very real cultural divide that influences both how i communicate and how you interpret how i communicate. my point is that we're gonna keep talking past each other unless we adress the fact that we approach communication with very different goals in mind, mine being effectiveness and honesty and yours being courtesy and social sensitivity. i am also not saying that either one of these is "the right way" to communicate. don't read shit into my takes that isn't there to begin with. thx)

[bruce-wayne-simp]

Like Minds

Hey hi hello im about to watch Like Minds (aka Murderous Intent) and apparently the only way i can watch movies now is by liveblogging them so 🤷‍♀️

(Maybe expect the LotR trilogy next idk)

Like with Remainder i have a vague idea what this movie is about. Well, maybe a bit more of an idea what this is about. All i know is there are 2 teenage murderers and a TON of homoeroticism (not canon i think but youre crazy if you dont see it)

Also this liveblog/my watching of Like Minds was heavily sped up by @catlovingwitch who sent me a lovely ask which fuckign FUELED me to do this so thank you v v much ❤️❤️❤️

Once again, i am a T Sturridge stan so this will probably be very heavy on him. Unless over the course of this i become an Eddie Redmayne stan

Spoilers be ahead

Idk why im like. Anxious? Whatever.

Its starting aaaaaa

Eddie R screaming on a train (hes thrilled)

Ooh theyre stealing stuff?? T Sturridge isnt here yet

(The way its set up is Alex (Eddie) is captured by the police and is basically giving them The Backstory™️ which is where Nigel (Tom) comes in)

Oh shit he killed Nigel

Ok so psychiatry lady is here and her name is Sally

God Alex looks so young

Ooh this is interesting and actually really good

Flashback starting

THERES NIGEL god hes pretty

Lmaooo Nigel is the new kid and hes Alex's roommate and Alex is kinda pissed lol

Thats what you get when you snoop. Alex was looking in Nigels trunk and found a taxidermied cat(??)

Lmao Nigels in the doorway like 'Do you mind?'

Oh hes so concerned about his taxidermy

'Hes weird' they say as they explode a cockroach for fun

Lmao Nigel reads books about anatomy/autopsies?? yikes

Oof Alex is pulling the misogyny card. Hes telling the psychiatrist lady shes running out of time to have kids 💀 sir youre not helping your case

"Nigel got what he wanted." "And what was that?" "Eternity."

Sally is Over It. She doesnt think Alex is guilty

Shes listening to the tape she recorded from her talk with Alex and is like 'hmmmm'

Back to flashbackss

Oh god Nigels dissecting a bird IN THE DORM ROOM

Lmaooooo i love Nigel

Alex is PISSED and is like 'the least you can do is show me some common courtesy' and Nigels like '??? K.'

Well that interview just went to shit

So Alex was kinda taunting Sally but mostly the detective dude. So detective guy comes in and is like 'Gunshot residue says you were holding the gun when it went off'

Alex asks to see his father, the detectuve is like 'he cant help you', Alex panics a little, grabs Sallys wrist snd is like 'Nigel was holding the gun when it went off, i didnt do this' and the detective dude loses it and punches him and Alex is dragged off to lockup kicking and screaming

Apparently Nigel ALSO had GSR on his hands so anybody couldve pulled the trigger

Yall need to watch this fucking movie

Ok so basically a guard runs back in and is like 'He wants to talk'. Well actually hes holding 2 guards hostage w a police baton and is pleading to be let out of the cell. He fights the guards, loses and Sally shows up as hes on the ground being cuffed again. They sit him on the bed, Alex insists he didnt kill Nigel and then starts talking about someone being 'here' and 'listening' and Sallys like '???'

Ooh ok so Alex thinks someone is talking to him im his head?? Does he think Nigel is?? We are at a flashback btw

Wait did they already steal stuff off the train??

Alex youre a bit of a brat lmao

Wait was he stealing stuff for his dad????

Ok Alex and his friends are kind of dicks

Ooh Alex is challenging the pastor dude who is teaching religious history i assume

Nigel is looking at him like hes kinda in love

HOOOO CHECK AND MATE. GET REKT PASTOR DUDE

Lmaooo Nigel keeps dead things in jars. He has a big thing of formaldehyde hanging up lmaoooo

You know what i actually kind of agree with Alex. I mean thats p reasonable

(The Headmaster (who seems to be fond of Alex) sees Nigels collection of dead animals and is trying to justify why Nigel is there and allowed to stay. Alex is the first quote)

"He's a part of your club and nobody else wanted him so youre doing the 'brotherly' thing. Yeah well does my future depend on that?"

"Thats enough-"

"No, you dont give a fuck about me or this guy the only thing that you care about-"

"Thats enough!"

"-is the amount of kudos his father's-

"I said enough!"

"No, which is fine, but just dont give me the 'brotherhood' bullshit."

Then the headmaster slaps him and is like 'This boy will be made welcome' and walks out lol

Oooh theres Nigel

Lmao he walks in, slides in behind Alex, grabs his notebook off the desk and walks out, visibly amused.

Jfc Nigel is making psychological notes on Alex and his friends

"This little shit needs to be taught a lesson"

Alex's friend, Josh, is a pos. He just made a literal Nazi joke. To Alex's credit he tells him to knock it off

At least one of his friends has 2 braincells.

Are they straight up chloroforming Nigel??? Wtf

They dragged him onto the train unconscious

Oh shit Alex is like holding him outside of the door while the steel beams to the side are rushing past them. Nigel seems out of it tbh cause hes not freaking out

Josh is lighting firecrackers and tossing them out of the train and he dropped one and freaked so Alex and Nigel got back in. Nigel went to walk away and Alex pushed him up against the wall like 'Where do you think youre going??'. Nigel just spit in Alex's face and Alex punched Nigel

Oooooohhhh shit Alex leaned Nigel out of the door again and Josh started freaking out and told him to let Nigel go and the handle Josh was holding onto the train with BROKE

Oh shit Nigel just let him fall

Like he straight up waved his hand over Josh's hand to taunt him i guess and he got sucked out of the train wtf

I feel like the thing to keep in mind here is all of this is being told by Alex and hes Not a reliable narrator

WAIT THE HEADMASTER IS ALEX'S FATHER???

Oh yeah Alex is an unreliable narrator for SURE. Besides some fondness there was 0 mention of him being Alex's father. Or maybe im just dumb which is entirely possible. Likely, in fact.

Lmao Nigel staring at Alex like a freak at Josh's funeral until his dad nudges him like 'Knock it off'

Alex's dad eyeing Nigel as he walks away

Alex and Nigel arent roommates anymore

Nigel reading basically smut in front of class (in front of Alex 😏😏) classy smut im sure but still

Alex is watching rehearsals of the play and Nigel comes up super close like 'sorry about ur friend' and is kinda. Creepy and morbid about it. Which tracks

I think its interesting that TS's facial expressions and delivery here is SO reminiscent of his role as Dream. Ive seen him make these EXACT expressions in The Sandman while talking. Its odd seeing them on a younger face tho (not in a bad way)

Oh my god Alex just got a human hand in a package. 3 guesses as to who its from? (I assume. I dont actually know. Im not gonna do my boy Nigel dirty like that)

Alex vomited and hes telling Sally that when he got back it was gone

Nigel comes into Alex's room, gives him some papers to help with his essay while Alex is yellimg at him to get out and leaves lmaoooo

My boy Nigel doesnt deserve the slander 😤😤

"How did he know i was struggling with my essay?" Youre a dumbass and hes smart

"How did he know my topic?" Idk maybe if you made an effort to know him youd find out. Im sure Nigel can be charming when he wants to be but hes not gonna be on guard 24/7 so you got to see the spooky shit hes into when you were roommates

"I mean he had answers to questions i hadnt even thought of yet." Omg could Nigel be... Smart?? Impossible. Only idiots study anatomy and dissect things. 🙄 CMON ALEX

Jfc Alex you are dramatic as hell. Hes comparing using Nigels notes to 'selling his soul'. Just get the easy A my guy

Me every time Nigel comes on screen: 🥰🥰🥰

Nigel and the dog im DECEASED

The dog doesn't like ALEX oooooo

Dogs know who you really are 🧐🧐🧐

"I've never brought anybody here before. You're the first. Okay? First."

Nigel just wants to be friends 😭😭 he brought Alex to his hideout and the first thing he asks is 'Do you like it?' 😭😭😭😭😭

Oh jfc Nigel is as crazy as Alex

God that LOOK he gives when Alex is flipping through the book. You cannot convince me Nigel isn't in love with Alex

"An implement for killing. That's what I am." N I G E L

Jesus. Alex thinks Nigel is in his head.

Alex just asked a girl (Susan) out on a date and Nigel came up afterward all friendly and tried to give him a book and Alex completely cut him off

Poor Nigel :(

Ok also poor Alex but i don't feel as bad for him cos hes an ass

Holy shit did Nigel kill someone?? Alex woke up and someone threw a knife on his desk stuck to a Jack playing card with blood

Oh my god its Susan (that girl Alex was gonna go on that date with)

Nigel this doesnt look good for you buddy

Nobody's accusing him but she was kinda.... dissected. Its pretty graphic if you watch this movie just be aware

Oh shit she was in the school greenhouse

I think Alex did it. Hear me out. Hes the one telling this story. If he did it, hes gonna tell the story in a way that makes Nigel look bad. Nigel, conveniently enough, cannot say anything otherwise. Cause he's dead. I think at the very least he did kill Nigel but telling the story this way makes him the hero for killing the big bad serial killer.

Ok back to the movie the knife and the card are gone from his desk and Alex is looking for Nigel.

Now the detective is getting statements from all the students who saw Susan before she was killed

Oooooh Alex got caught in a lie

'Ooh I sense some hostility' just kiss him already JESUS

OH SHIT. Nigel is remorseful about what happened and Alex was like 'You did it. Didn't you?' And Nigel says 'No, Jack. You did.'

(Jack is a nickname. It's explained in the movie i just don't feel like rehashing it sorry)

Alex punched him

"Well im sorry Jack but you were the one who got inside my head." OHHHHH FOLIE A DEUX

Nigel: You can fix him? I can make him worse <3

And we love him for it

Something something criticism of upper class structures (see: quote above about 'brotherhood'), parents being not involved in their kids lives and not seeing obvious signs of mental illness due to that (Nigel's... everything and Alex's authority issues, sense of grandeur and family issues)

This scene is where Alex's dad tries to get the detective to drop the charges and tries to use his connections to the detectives father to do so but he refuses to drop it.

Oh shit apparently theres no evidence Nigel did anything to Susan

Also apparently the detectives cant find Nigels parents so 🤨

Hmmm

Sally is gonna look at Nigels hideout

Damn Nigel had a TON of notebooks

Oh SHIT Nigel had photos of a sleeping girl

Nigel its really hard to defend this i hope you know that

Oh fuck theres a dead body under Nigels house

Apparently 2??

ALEX DID IT. FINAL ANSWER.

Nigel showed Alex the hideout!! Alex was the FIRST and ONLY person (besides Nigel) who knew about it!!! The bodies were fresh!!!! Alex did it. Nigel my babe ill defend you to the death Alex is a psycho

Its ride or die for Nigel Colbie in this house

Aww Nigel introduced Alex to his parents

"Helen and John, this is my best friend Alex. Hes working on the play." Oh yah rich ppl are fucked up. Imagine introducing your parents to your friend by their FIRST NAMES 🤮

Ooh he just read Nigels bible

Nigel thinks hes directly descended from the Knights Templar

See, Alex seems to be reading this like it's his first time seeing all of it. But HE BROUGHT IT UP FIRST. In that class with the pastor earlier. Nigel was watching him. This was right before Nigel started pursuing him (and i don't think this was how it happened. Hold on i'll talk about it later. I think Alex went after Nigel. And I've seen other people think this as well)

Alex's mother died while giving birth to him and he told his father that her death was his fault since he got her pregnant 😬

Oh god

Ok so

Sally found a card that said 'My beloved Maraclea' and Alex is telling her who Maraclea is

Maraclea was the lover of a knights templar in the 13th century who died and the knights templar. Uh. Had sex with her dead body. And basically 9 months later he goes back and her skull is moved from her shoulders to on top of her thigh bones which are crossed. He has to protect the skull bcs itll give them grest fortune or whatever

While hes telling her this theres a flashback to Nigel and Alex meeting up at night and uh. Theyre in a morgue.

I dont like where this is going 😣

Oh fuck its Susan

Is. Is Alex gonna necrophile Susans body

Did he do it???

Hes saying Nigel took him there to basically recreate the whole Maraclea thing but its ambiguous as to if he actually did it

Holy shit thats fucked up

So Alex is watching through the window

Nigels father found those photos that Sally found and. Um. I think those are of Nigels mother actually.

Implied incest/CSA warning (im gonna italicize it. Skip the italicized part. Nothing graphic and not even really explicitly abuse but theres an accusation being made basically. CSA bcs Nigel is 17)

Nigel is in his bed and so is his mother. Shes in a slip and hes in pajamas and his father is holding a gun and yelling and basically accusing them of sleeping together (tho Nigel is 17 and also thats his mother so uh. Yeah.)

Tbf it only incidentally looks like that and she claims they were just talking. But also i have no reason to trust her so uh. Yeah.

Oh my god

Nigels father just shot his mother right next to him.

Holy fuck.

Alex came in and grabbed the gun and asked Nigel what hes done and Nigel said she was 'chosen'

Alex points the gun at Nigel and Nigels dad gets in between them and is shot by Alex

Oh my god wtf

'Ill have my Maraclea' What. In the actual. Fuck.

And he just. Casually dumps his fathers organs into the fire.

"Dont you think they're gonna be missed?"

"Well as long as they dont find her nine months it doesnt really matter, does it?"

🤮🤮🤮🤮

Nigel i cant defend this.

Oh god Alex did it too with Susan

Tom Sturridge angry with a shotgun is something i didnt know i needed but im glad i have it

Oh shit they both did it

Nigel used Alex to kill himself

Holy shit

Alex had the shotgun pointed at Nigel and Nigel is very obviously upset and doesnt understand why Alex thinks hes the crazy one.

He told Alex to pray for him, reached up and pulled the trigger while Alex was holding the gun

ALEX WALKED????

HOLY SHIT ALEX IS MAKING HIS OWN BIBLE

HE LEFT AN ENVELOPE ON SALLYS CAR AND IN IT THERES A JACK CARD THAT SAYS 'MY BELOVED SUSAN'

Holy fuck he broke into Susans tomb and took her skull

Holy shit hes doing the same thing Nigel did to him to someone else

Roll credits

Ok ok ok wow so um.

I dont think Nigel did it

Well ok. I think the truth is somwhere in the middle. Alex is putting a lot of blame on Nigel for someone who may or may not have killed 2 people to Nigel's 1

God its so hard to collect my thoughts about this film. Also its like 2 am so uh. That doesnt help.

I think Alex had a more dominant role than he let on. Also considering how quick he was to pick up the mantle, idk. I just know while watching this i was surprised by how much Alex killed even as Nigel called himself an instrument for killing. All Nigel did that we know for certain was let a kid fall out of a train. Alex straight up shot Nigels father.

Nigel is more quiet and reclusive and morbid and Alex is more intelligent and outgoing.

Of course Alex makes a point to emphasize how morbid Nigel is and ive already pointed out how i think Alex is an unreliable narrator. Alex is smart. He knew how he needed to tell the story and he succeeded. He got off scot free.

Unfortunately i dont think Nigel would have been able to do that. Nigel was smart but not as smart as Alex. He would have slipped up

So what happened to Susan? I keep going back and forth on this. I think it could go either way. But i hate to say it. I think Nigel did it. This whole thing kinda goes back to the Maraclea thing and Nigel knew about it already. So he kills Susan and guts her so Alex has his Maraclea and he goads his father into killing his mother so he 🤮 has... his...

Basically i think Nigel is more evil but Alex had a bigger part than he lets on

Its v v complicated. Or its just 2 am idk. (respectfully) Leave your thoughts if you feel so inclined

Oh my god he said Alex killed her because in Nigels mind he chose Susan as his Maraclea oh good lord

(But Nigel is pretty and fictional so we'll give him a pass)

Im definitely rewatching this at some point. Its actually really good

Ok thats all lol bye im gonna go see if theres Like Minds fanfic

[meerlichts]

You're the first ever crosshair hater I've seen. I thought yall were myths lol

Been on here for a while and it's common courtesy to keep salt out off character tags btw. No hate though i know lots of people are kinda new :)

Hi! Ya dont put hate into normal character tags but i feel like its different when the character himself and his whole existence is racist lol. i have been here for a while now and if u genuienly enjoy crosshair. maybe reconsider.

anyway tagging fellow crosshair haters 🥰🥰 @thecyndimistuff @beroyas @nibeul @jester-mereel @jaigeye

[blackgirl-galactica]

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[georgemackayhey]

Like Real People Do

“Hii can you do an imagine, "Your first time with George" maybe as an insecure/uneasy reader"

"Can you pleeaaassse write more nsfw stuff? More Than A Night Out gave me my rights"

Alright yall, heed the 18+ warning! 

Seriously, I really don't want to block anyone (I love yall!) On that note... I wouldn't say this theme is my strong suit, nor have I been in a good headspace, but boy did I try my best ♡ 

w/c: 3k

───※ ·❆· ※───

You didn't date.

You called off meeting up with strangers in bars and listening to them tell half-assed life stories, embellishing in hopes they'd get to have their way with you in the same evening.

You were happy to mingle among friends on weekends and at parties, but going home alone felt safe. Keeping to yourself was the best bet, having learned your lesson by now. You recalled more unpleasant domestic experiences than ones that left you daydreaming of more. So you simply stayed single.

Some of your friends didn't regard your limits, tricking you into double dates and the like. Other friends understood but still gushed over their brothers and cousins in hopes you'd be intrigued by their qualities and demand to be introduced with wedding rings on standby.

And then there were the friends who never asked or bothered you about it at all. George was one of those friends.

He was your ride to your friend groups monthly movie theater meet up's. And he always let you take home his leftovers after dinners he wasted chatting with your mutual friends about books and culture.

In turn, you let George borrow your favorite albums. And you'd always saved him a seat in the back of bars you had to show up to for friend's birthday parties, while they threw themselves between strangers on the dance floor. Times like then were when you got to know George best.

And during the last month of summer, George invited everyone to take over a beach house big enough for your ever-expanding group and more. Apparently some of his distant family owned the property but were hardly ever in the area to enjoy it. So they gave George a spare key, and insisted he treated the place like his own.

And thankfully, then, between your friends racing to the shore in the witching hour, and when everyone split up into pairs for the evening, George kept you company. You made a habit of joining each other on the rickety front porch, sharing a drink, and usually sitting in silence.

But there were nights you talked about the constellations you could see above the roaring ocean. And where you'd like to live if you had an unlimited budget. Where you'd come from and what you wanted, and didn't.

You went home to the most dreary September of all time. You used to adore the solitude of your dull apartment. But you missed waking up to your friend's laughter, having someone, if not many more, to enjoy market runs and mealtimes with. You had never felt more lonely. And you couldn't stop thinking of George.

When he came round to give you a lift to the movie theater, your usual ride together was quiet. The silence between you was heavy- you wondered if he noticed. You sat together in a boring film. Or maybe it was the best of all time. You could only focus on how close George was to you, how you'd recognized the feeling of his company. You wondered how to ask him to come around more often, without sounding pathetically desperate.

Luckily birthday parties and Halloween bashes kept coming. And you kept finding quiet places to listen to George tell his stories. And he would always share his drink, and ask about your family, and how you were doing.

One night when he invited everyone around to his flat and only a couple of your friends managed to show up, they headed out soon after dinner. You were left alone in George's kitchen to help clean up and wonder what to do with the rest of the early blue evening.

And even though your heart beat in your throat, and everything you thought to say sounded stupid in your head, you determined it was time.

During a much too easy card game at Georges table, when a conversation about some of the horrifically silly things George had witnessed you manage in the past; you decided to stop testing the waters, and address them.

"I can't believe you put up with me." You grinned, peering past your hand of playing cards to the guy sat beside you.

"I just like you," George answered simply, his ocean eye flickering up to meet yours for a beat.

"Really?" You asked, pushing for him to say more, hoping he got the hint.

"I really do." George grinned shyly, turning his attention back to his hand of playing cards he kept accidentally giving you glimpses of. You watched George bite his lip and fiddle with the cards as if he were arranging them just so.

"What if... I like you too?" It wasn't just his tousled yellow hair, or the way his smile was warmer than a ray of sun. It was his lame jokes. His soft answers. Him.

"You don't date." George rose a brow, keeping his eyes turned away. He wasn't bittered or mocking. He was accepting. George laid down his cards, to a game you weren't focused on at all anymore.

"I like you, George." You admit in a hush. His stunning eyes met yours. He seemed to consider your words, and much more. He started to speak a couple of times as he searched your features.

"So maybe... we can start slow..." You offered. You had never planned on opening up to anyone. But George had stuck around. He was always there when you needed him even when you hadn't known what you needed. He didn't make fun of your unreasonable anxieties and he always laughed at your jokes. Even the ones you knew weren't funny. You hadn't expected to ever let anyone close enough, you hadn't trusted anyone could feel like home. But before you could even decide, it was as if your heart grew a mind of its own and lept right out of your chest into George's orbit. So since he already seemed to have you, it seemed like common courtesy to at least let the guy know.

With a shy smile, George bore his brilliant blue eyes into yours, searching them for assurance. As you looked to each other you felt his knuckles brush yours, the back of his hand nervously creeping closer. George took one of his fingers and looped it around one of yours while he agreed that it would be silly for two people who felt the same way about each other to do nothing about it. So you did.

George started coming around when there wasn't any reason to, sometimes bringing take away, or asking you on walks around the park. Sometimes you'd sit in silence next to your favorite old tree and enjoy that last purple swirls in the dusk sky. And sometimes you'd watch films, one after another, pausing only to argue over the ending or make silly predictions.  And times like then, you curled into George's side like a sleepy cat. He'd carded his warm hand through your hair as you drifted off, content.

You got snowed into his flat when you showed up a few hours before the first-holiday party of the season; to help bake treats for everyone. As ice froze everyone's doors shut, the party was swiftly canceled but your plans for the evening weren't ruined at all.

George set up his den with extra blankets, finding the holiday channel on the telly, standing to refill your cup of tea during commercials so you didn't have to move. He kissed you that night, soft and kind, and slow. You both fell asleep on the floor among the mess of all the blankets he owned, while snow piled up and over the window sills.

You spent New Year's Eve much like the past couple before, watching your wild group of pals take shots and dance to bad music. George listened to you talk as you waited for the new year to set in, and he kept one of his fingers looped around yours almost all night long.

When the snow started to melt and your group of friends started squeezing into their cut off jeans from the year before, George invited everyone back to the beach house. He set a date and sent out invitations in the mail like it was the damn 1800's. Most every rsvp got sent back with the box labeled "going "grossly marked up.

George offered to give you a lift there, a day early so he could stock up on emergency snacks and soaps and even more DVDs in case the rains came and ruined your fun on the shore. You agreed happily and walked through the isles of a department store together, picking out essentials based on how well you knew your group of friends who might need them.

And while you laughed and helped and listened, you grew increasingly more fucking terrified. Because you'd never spent so long enjoying one person's company. You were enamored with George yes, but what's more, was- you trusted him. You never thought it was possible. But you really did. And the thing that you were most scared of, was having to accept the possibility that he didn't feel the same way.

Things like this had gone wrong before. Granted, things had never gone remotely close to this right before, either. But you still prepared yourself to hurt. It was always a possibility you were too afraid of risking. But George was different. You somehow knew even if he hurt you, it would be the loveliest heartbreak you'd ever feel.

You got to the beach house, completely abandoned since the last time you left it. You found your someone's favorite lost t-shirt in one of the bathrooms, and a lot of dust on the shelves. After clearing away some of the cobwebs and unloading all your groceries to their respective places, night began to fall.

The sky was still blue enough to admire the roaring ocean from the front porch. George brought out a couple of drinks, and you sat there together like you had the summer before. Only now, it was a little too chilly. So you said goodnight to the scenery, making a note of spending extra time to soak up its beauty the next morning.

And on your way inside you joked about how someone was bound to forget to pack something they needed, or bring one of the things George asked them to. You were wrapped up in laughter as you turned out the lights and drifted to settle in.

When you headed to the bedroom where all your bags had been discarded, you scurried off to the ensuite shower. This was the room George stayed in last year, a space you'd never stepped foot near until tonight.

And when you stepped back out into the bedroom, you realized you didn't want to leave.

George was busy turning down his bed covers to the dim night light in a far off corner. A dark shine beamed in from the moon in the window next to the quilted bed, and George never looked more beautiful- perfectly tousled hair. Kind, sleepy eyes. Yeah, you'd let him break your heart.

"What?" He laughed in a warm low rumble, catching you staring. You bit back a chuckle and crossed the room to meet him.

"I just love you. That's all." You informed, circling one of your fingers around his, gazing up to the guy.

You'd said so in passing, during game nights he helped you win and in the middle of lunches he'd managed to talk you into ordering. But nothing prompted you now, and the statement held an all-new kind of weight.

"I love you, too," George whispered in turn, raising his other hand to your cheek.

"Can I stay in here? With you?" You asked, keeping your gaze set and your voice low even though no one else was around to hear.

"I'd like that." George assured with a tiny grin.

You clamored into the big bed, pointing out the window to the moon over the ocean. George eased in behind you, gazing all the same. You tangled your hands together staring out the window for a while, giggling over nothing every now and again. He was so impossibly close, so warm next to you.

"George." You turned your head slowly, catching his attention. He looked at you, silently wondering what you wanted. But somehow you didn't need to say.

Somehow he knew to lean in for a kiss, soft and sweet. When he pulled away, you could tell he didn't want to. When George looked at you, you could tell he longed for more, but still kept his distance, kept your meek nature in mind. He was too kind, too considerate. There weren't words to convey how you felt. You knew what came next. You wanted George.

You reached for his hand, and brought it to rest in the dip of your waist. He kept his eyes steady on yours while his thumb brushed over the skin exposed where your shirt had ridden up.

"Kiss me again?" You asked, barely a whisper. George leaned in, almost before you could finish asking, to press his mouth against yours. You grabbed a fist full of his shirt to pull him closer while George let his hand travel to the small of your back, holding you perfectly against him. He kissed you slow and deep like he was trying to put you in a trance.

Whether he meant to or not, you wondered if it worked, as you melted into the mattress all while lazily pulling him almost all the way on top of you. This was as far as you'd ever taken things with George, yanking at each other's clothes while you kissed until you couldn't breathe.

So when you gently pushed George away, he started to retract back to his side of the bed without putting up a fight. But you sat up too. And George watched on in wonder when you sheepishly slid into his lap, your knees on either side of his hips.

Without a word you pulled George's shirt up, silently suggesting he take it all the way off.

When he did, you didn't relish the sight long before you dove in for another kiss. His skin was burning, and you could feel his heart hammer when your hand traveled across his chest. You moved your kisses to his neck, reveling in the feeling of being so close. George kept one arm gently wrapped around you as your teeth grazed a spot under his ear that made his breath catch in his throat.

"Y/n. Are you- Do you..." George began, keeping his hold around you all the same. You pulled away, gazing to George through your lashes while your heart teetered on the edge.

"Do you not want to?" You worried. You were so finally sure. But George might not have been. So you prepared to be let down gently, knowing George would at least be kind enough to break your fall.

"Yes." George let out a breathy laugh, reaching to hold your head in both of his hands. "Of course I want to do this. But I know how you feel and if you don't-"

"I trust you, George." You nodded, searching his eyes while a smile bloomed across your face. You'd been so nervous for a moment like this to come true. But everything was different with George. He made you laugh when you never expected to, he made you think about things in ways you'd never even considered. He was so the one for you.

You wrapped your fingers around George's wrist, bringing his plus to your lips. You watched George's eyes flutter as you planted a small kiss there, before moving his hand to your hip.

"Just go slow." You nodded, watching George's eyes open to meet yours. You leaned your forehead against his while he nodded, making you laugh.

He decorated your cheeks with gentle pecks and moved his hands under the hem of your shirt as you leaned in to capture his lips with yours again. And because you spent a while that way, you weren't nervous to act upon taking things even further.

Kisses turned seering as George wrangled your shirt off. His lips traveled down your throat as you settled deeper into his lap, shocked by how easy this was. Your kisses grew longer and sloppier while your layers started to collect on the floor.

You impressed yourself by how effortlessly you reach to pull away George's trousers. He managed to kick them aside while you kept your lips on his, laughing between breaks for air.

But when he pulled you back into his lap, when his fingers danced around your waistband, you were suddenly swept up in the realization that this was happening. Like, really happening.

"Uh, wait a second." You halted in a shaky breath. You didn't want to stop, not completely. You just needed to assess things for a moment, to catch up with this new reality in which this wasn't upsetting or dull or any of the things being with anyone else ever was.

George stalled in an instant, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. "Do you want to stop?" He asked gently, hands firmly pressed against your back, eyes glowing right into yours.

"No way." You breathed with a grin. You knew it would be better than before, with George. Probably the best. It already was, you realized with a smile, encouraging George one more time. Your hips rolled against his, causing his heavenly sigh in your ear.

He wriggled you out of the last of your clothes and made you feel like a wonder of the world, tracing the shapes you were made up of with his pretty fingers. By the time you were laid against the pillows admiring the halo of light ringing around George's waves of hair, he asked again if you were sure about this.

"So long as you are." You swallowed.

"Of course I'm sure. God, I'm so sure." George pressed a kiss to your face between sentences, making you giggle and swoon all at once. "I've never been so sure of anyone but you. I'd like to keep it that way." George rambled, peppering a few more loving, gentle kisses to your cheek. "But if you want to stop for any reason, we'll stop. Just say so."

"Thank you, George." You grinned after a beat, knowing he really meant it. Recognizing how deeply he really cared for you, watching him search your face for validation. Watching George watch you, contentedly, like he had dozens of times before now. He gave you a slowly sleepy blink, ocean blue eyes shining brighter when they opened again.

George leaned closer, hovering over you with his eyes locked on yours. He molded a kiss to your lips before anything. Then to your cheek. Then his eyes fluttered to meet yours once more.

"Slow." You rose a brow, whispering a reminder, but it was really more of a green light for him to finally take the next step.

George repeated you, in a barely audible hush, soaking up the look in your eye. A lithe grin painted his lips while you held your breath. You accounted for the feeling of his fingers loosely tangled in your hair, his thumb brushing across your temple every now and again. You'd nearly forgotten everything else while swimming in those warm icy eyes of his. He didn't break you from your reverie when he gave a small nod. The gesture only settled you further, as you responded by lacing your fingers around the back of his neck.

George kept his hand nearly cradling your head as he pushed closer. His thumb brushing across the pulse of your temple was keeping you grounded while your heart threatened to soar into the clouds. While your breathing grew deeper, while he moved as close as he could until he couldn't anymore.

"You okay?" George asked, his voice beautifully strained.

"Uh-huh." You gazed at him through hooded eyes as you adjusted everything, including the realization that this was happening. He wasn't even moving yet. And he waited until you had to ask him to, with his head buried in your neck. After a couple of breaths, you looked to George, giving him a nod. He pressed his forehead against yours and moved his hips.

A tame, steady pace set in as you stopped George from asking if you were alright, again, assuring him you were really, very good. Your raspy encouragement must have given George the sound authority to go about awing you further.

He kept one hand against your temple while his other trailed down your side, fingers deliberately pressed into your skin as he brought your leg around his hip. George's strong-arm hooked under your back to keep you secured against him. He picked up the pace as your hands tangled in his hair, around his shoulder, holding on to the moment. To George.

You wondered why you waited so long to feel this damned good, while George spoke low in your ear. He listed off all the things he liked best about you, and why. He planted clumsy kisses to your lips. He made you see stars brighter than all the far off constellations you were used to pointing out from the shoreline. You seemed to float among them, above everything. Time slowed down while your heart sped up, somehow, and while everything around you faded into an impossibly dull background, you still had George.

His weight was warm and secure. His breath was hot on your neck. His voice was saccharine in your ear.  When he eventually eased next to your side in a heap, the cool of the night was still shielded by him.

You snuggled to his chest, like an old sleepy cat while he kept repeating how he loved you. You said so too, as many times as you could manage before drifting to sleep all tangled together.

The next morning came slow. You made coffee and watched the sunrise above the waves from the porch. When your friends started showing up in pairs and trios and more, they all seemed sort of relieved to find you and George attached at the hip. They greeted you as if you'd always been a packaged deal, and they didn't bat an eye when you stuck together to roam the vast empty beach. There was no fighting over choosing partners when someone broke out a new board game that night. When your friends were all gathered around the dinner table, and all the extra snacks and gifts and surprises for the summer were stored away, you still had George.

Maybe things wouldn't always be so easy. There would likely be fights and upsets and questions that didn't always have answers. But George was worth it. You had him now, you loved him and he couldn't stop reminding how dearly he loved you. Nothing had ever hurt so good before. You decided to keep it that way.

───※ ·❆· ※───

[atiny-piratequeen]

We need to talk

So. Good morning, good evening, whatever time of day it is. Im here to have a nice little chat about readers sending in requests and the general...entitlement that sometimes comes from readers.

So we writers who have requests open, sometimes we have funky little guidelines. What we will write, what we won't write. If you're going to come to someone who takes requests and has their guidelines right in their bio or mlist, you owe us the common courtesy to read the guidelines. Some of these writers do not sit and take time to type up these lists of dos and don'ts for 3+ people a day to pretend they can't read guidelines posts and fling around requests anyway.

If you're unsure about guidelines, or a person doesn't it have it available in the bio, ask first.

Now. That was a little extra. Im here specifically to talk about the severe entitlement some of you feel when it comes to how soon things come out around these parts. With her permission, Shea (@yeomjoo) has allowed me to use her sc of a person who requested she write something for them.

As she is a college student with college life things(tm), as well as a queue of people before this person, she told them around the timeframe it would take to write it (around the end of march-ish)

I want you all to know this behavior is fucking

Unacceptable

We writers work through a lot of shit sometimes. Grieving, physical/mental/emotional illness, balancing writing updates between work and/or school, basic life, etc.

If you have to fucking wait for something someone is giving you for free. (Bc lets be real here, even with writers with kofis, how many of you actually buy one or two? I personally have been blessed by some friends of mine helping support me with kofis along the way and it means the world but I've also seen other writers who have said their kofis are there in their bio untouched for months) You are the reader asking us for something. If we say yes to it, it may take time for us to finish it.

Especially if we're taking requests. Do you know how many people send requests when they see they're open on people's blogs? There are people in front of you! Be patient!

Especially if we're writing other works. Balancing writing story driven works between smaller requests is difficult sometimes. Honestly, many authors will prioritize the story first and do the requests later. Be paitient!

ESPECIALLY IF THEY HAVE BUSY ASS LIVES WITH SCHOOLWORK OR JOBS. NONE of yall out here are playing sugar parents, so I know damn well if someone ended up failing an important test or getting fired from their jobs because they prioritized writing this fanfic over doing what needed to be done in their lives first, none of yall who pushed them are gonna step up with nothing other than a "oh that sucks, when are you posting?" Or pretending you cant read the part where they say they're struggling.

This includes some of yall who have the audacity to attack authors (usually on anon like cowards) for not updating the specific fic you want, while they post others.

Some of yall are downright disgusting when it comes to how you treat us writers. Ive seen people insult, belittle, bully, harass writers for not writing the work they want WHEN they want it.

Go write it yourself if you need it in a deadline???? If its not a request and its on original work, sorry dog, you gonna have to fucking wait.

We are people, not machines. You do not get to crack a whip at us and tell us to type for your amusement when you want to and how fast you want to. We have lives to live, some more busy than others.

At the end of the day, 98% of these asks, these ~requests~ are not commissions. You're asking us to do this shit for you for free. Have some fucking paitience and respect. Idk who handed you life on a silver platter whenever you stomped your feet and got bitchy with them but thats not how it works in the real world. Grow the fuck up and treat people with respect. Especially if you're asking them for something.

Thats it. Its only by the grace of hindsight that I don't say who that person is (not with the intention of people attacking them, but for other writers to know to avoid this kind of person and keep them out of dms, but i know some people see a url and run with it so I'm leaving their url out of this, but if you see this, know that you're wrong as fuck and I hope someone humbles you soon.)

Dont be that person. Dont be the people insulting writers for when they get updates out. Dont be the person to insult someone's writing skill and belittle them. If you've got the time to antagonize writers, you can learn how to write your damn self.

Be better than this. Thanks.

[cherwd-pen]

Hello! I hope I'm not bothering you. I was hoping for a BNHA male matchup. She/they, Black hair that reaches past my shoulder blades, dark eyes with glasses, olive skin. I tend to be distant to people but close to those I hold dear. I'm working on my confidence and body (working out), I prefer the night and value my time alone (although I wouldn't mind spending that time alone with my s/o.) I'm the shoulder you can lean and cry on, open-minded, caring but I can be chaotic (sometimes..) ~1/ -♋

a/n: im tryna expand more on characters so don’t murk me plz! its short but sweet

▸ your sweetheart is … INASA YOARASHI

▸ your song is … SATURDAY NIGHTS BY KHALID

▸ other love letters from … IZUKU MIDORIYA

— my reasoning

ok look stay with me here don’t jump the gun just yet

ESFJ and INTP and the exact opposite with like zero room for similarities

but i think that can be good for you both; the Ixxx can calm his Exxx while also building your confidence

i hc him as a leo so he definitely is prideful and will not back down from a challenge and your cancer is less brash and more peaceful with a pinch

sadly there will be more fights than another couple but they are less severe, more talk than actual meaning, and there is a understanding that it wont tear you both apart

his xxFx works so good with the love for theate

— dating

umm damn uh so your besties with his 'rival' which is mega awkward

but fr you give me "buddies with shoto" vibes and yall would be relatively close like you, shoto, iida, and izuku are the quad. the ones who are so sweet but zero common sense

yall met maybe during license arc or even a little before

he fell for your power and kindness with everyone despite being a big target

asked you out with very much enthusiasm and volume afterwards

literally everyone saw and you definitely denied (for now!!)

there were a lot of dates and getting to understand each other; he learnt how to just enjoy silence and you learnt how to just be confident (courtesy of his compliments)

a common ground is going for ice cream at night and watching movies together switching who choses every time

another hc i have is inasa is good at memorization and speeches so wanna duet a musical? he's all for it

he is pretty petty as we say in the show so any fights are somewhere between 1 week to 1 ½ weeks and sadly you are often the one to apologize first

inasa does try to make it up by spoiling you more than he already does (a lot!) and is working on pride

in all you both are so likely to marry and very few things and even stop you both! the ring is also the same color as his cape -

[sportsnet]

Crash course on how tumblr works pt.1? (gif edition)

helo people. since apparent some of yall dont know how tumblr works ima teach you.

first of all to start this off. ✨dont steal gifs please✨ content creators do this for free please appreciate them (under read more case of length) 

Now i understand wanting to say something about a pretty person and put a pretty gif of said pretty person. BUT! there are many ways to do that that dont involve stealing gifs and im going to show you some of them :)

for one!!! tags exist

its really easy all you have to do is reblog the post press on the ‘#tags’ and write what you want to there.

NOT write it as a comment to the post but just tags. its common courtesy in my opinion to not add random bits of unneeded additions to posts such as “yes” or “me too!”

so thats one(1). two is gif searches. 

now i have the feeling that a lot of people dont know how these work gven the amount of times i see people use gif search and add as (not my gif!) to it. which like? good on you for doing that but its also unnecessary. The thing about gif searches is that they already tag AND credit the creator right away going as far to even notify the gif maker that you used their gif.

but if you dont know, or have never used gif search before ima teach you how!

so lets say you want to write a post bout someone and add a gif of them to it.(only for text posts)

click as if you want to add a picture to the and youll see a “GIF” icon 

press on that and youll enter search seeing ‘find a gif as text’  enter the person, plant, animal, etc. into the search 

(gifs other than the ones im showing in this post are blacked out)

find the gif you want. now sometimes thats kinda hard to do. specially if you have a specific gif in mind. however, crediting the gif maker is more important than using a specific gif you want so please just use another one.

now that you found a gif youre using just. click on that gif and. thats it. thats all you need to do.

and for the people that say that (this is not my gif) we know. tumblr credits the gifmaker automatically 

as you see under the gif you have the url of the person who make the gif both crediting the maker AND making your post about a pretty person ever prettier :)

and that was crash course on tumblr :)

[if i used you as an example here and you didn't want it to be used as one dm me and ill remove them]

(also this was mostly made as a joke but also? please stop stealing gifs its rude and shows that you dont appreciate gif makers and the effort they go through to provide us with content)

[mar-bluu]

HEY!!! A LITTLE PSA

Yall im seriously begging you

To cover YOUR DAMN MOUTH AND NOSE WHEN YOU SNEEZE/COUGH!!!!!!!!!

If you cover with you hand instead of your elbow WASH YOUR HANDS IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dont parade your little germ covered self around like "hi! I'm a walking contagion here to make your life suck for the next few weeks!" don't think you’re above anyone else, either, cause you’re not. 

And an EXTRA SPECIAL FUCK YOU to people who know theyre sick, then deliberately go around to public places like shopping centres and school coughing everywhere!!!! Congratulations!! Youre a shitty human being!!

And dont even get me started on the bitches who then go "but i diiiiiiiiiiddd!!!" When you were watching their ass spreading their germs all willy-fuckin-nilly!! Or who go "what? Are you afraid of some germs? Of a little cold?" BITCH HOW ABOUT YOU CATCH SOME GODDAMN COMMON SENSE INSTEAD OF BITCHING TO ME, CAUSE I AM .4 FUCKIN SECONDS FROM SHOVING YOUR HEAD DOWN THE TOILET!!

Okay lets put it like this: i have a bag of manure. Its fresh, it smells, its the grossest thing youve ever seen. Now i could a) hold onto this bag of manure. Yeah its gross, and it sucks that i have this bag of manure, but im gonna make sure i dont spill any of it until i get to the garden, where i can put the maure down. Or b) i could be an ASSHOLE take giant mcfucking handfuls of the manure and lob it at your fucking head!!! I could take fistfuls and shove them down your throat! I could then say "what? Are you afraid of a little manure??" While slamming your face into the bag! like seriously, have some fucking courtesy and cover your mouth, you fucking festering pile of human feces! 

i would love to say something about people with auto-immune disorders or people who are really really susceptible to catching illnesses, or people who can’t have vaccines to safeguard them from diseases. but i am nowhere near qualified to talk about them, but just remember that people with those disorders exist, and are at an incredibly high risk of getting sick from your careless disease spreading ass! diseases that can make them seriously ill, end up hospitalized or even dead. so be conscious of your hygiene and safety when it comes to being sick. also, if anyone could give me some more information on autoimmune disorders or anything like that, it would be greatly appreciated. 

But on another note, honestly, if you do this, please:

1. Cover your mouth and nose, and dont whinge when someone reminds you when youre slacking

2. WASH YOUR HANDS !!!!!!!!

3. Have some common sense, some fucking decency and stay the fuck home if you know you’re sick and/or contagious

4. Grow the fuck up

[buckymcbuttfacebarnes]

Reluctant Relent

pairing: thor x asgardian!reader

word count: 1.5k

summary: (this fic takes place after the events of ragnarok!) after losing his eye to the goddess of death herself, thor happily reunites with y/n allows her to clean his eye and patch him all up<3

warnings: none its just sweet 

a/n: y’all idk how i feel about this one i just love eyepatch thorese odinson hes so fucking fine, so i just wanted to write this lol lemme know what yall think

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Your gaze snapped forward at the sound. Thor’s voice was a low rumble atop the murmurs of fellow Asgardians upon the escaping refugee ship; you could hear him clearly though you couldn’t see him. The vehement pounding of your heart made you lightheaded, the sound of its throbbing drowned out everything but the sound of his beautiful voice. He was here. He made it. Your hands shook with anticipation and joy as you pushed through the crowd. It had been too long since you’d seen him, since you’d felt him. Aside from those brief moments in the midst of all the chaos down on Asgard, the last time you had been able to see Thor was when he’d left for Midgard, Earth, with Loki to find Odin.

You saw him before he saw you, his face was turned away. Though you noticed the gap lying between the crowd and the god you ran across the invisible threshold, your joy and relations with Thor prevailing over general courtesies between common and godly blood. “Thor!” your voice came out a ragged pant of desperation as you threw your arms around his neck. He clutched you with his strong limbs, your skin buzzed with his touch. Your eyelids fluttered shut and you tucked your face into the crook of his neck. His chest heaved against your own, in your ear was his own shaky breaths. The puffs of warm air sent shivers down your spine.

Beneath you, Surtur begun to lay waste to Asgard, demolishing it with his fiery rage. Even the knowledge of the destruction of your home could not dampen your happiness.

“I’ve missed you,” you murmured. You needed him here, probably more than he realized. “I was afraid—”

He silenced you with a grunt. “I would have crossed a thousand galaxies to make it back to you.”

His muscular arms loosened their grip on you and he placed you gently back to the ground. You did not hide your shock when you were met with the gaping hole that lie in place of his right eye. The gasp that inflated your chest was so sudden that you nearly choked, your own eyes wide with shock. You grabbed him by his face rather roughly to examine him, inconsiderate in your moment of surprise, and when he flinched at your unsympathetic touch your hands flew back apologetically.

“God, I’m sorry. It’s just—what happened to you?”

“Hela.” The voice that spoke was not Thor’s, but a dark haired woman you did not know. She stood to the left of Thor. At his right was the Hulk, someone you did recognize.

“Come,” Thor said, his voice gruff with fatigue. He took your hand in his own and led you away from the crowd of Asgardians.

The two of you were alone when he finally spoke.

He had taken note of your curious stares and the look of concern that you so desperately tried to hide. He did not like to be pitied. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“That doesn’t make it look any better,” you replied, watching as he poured himself a glass of Asgardian liquor. Strong shit.

He smiled at you lopsidedly as he brought the cup to his lips. “I’m fine.”

“Alright then, let me see.” Your hands on his face again, gentler this time. You sucked in a breath of air, hoping to calm your frayed nerves. It was surprising that He winced when you brought his face closer. “I thought you said you were fine.”

“I was, but when you didn’t have you fingers where my eye used to be,” he quipped sarcastically.

“We have to clean it.”

He chuckled mockingly, carefully placing his hands atop yours to pull them away. “No.”

“Yes. It may get infected if we don’t.”

His smile grew as he straightened up, standing tall, an arm snaking around your waist. “I saw you fighting alongside Heimdall,”  he began, his fingertips moving languidly against your lower back. “I must say you look gorge—”

“Thor, don’t.

“What? What? I can’t say that you looked gorgeous out there? So strong and radiant. My love, I knew you were a fighter, I’ve always known. You’re so much tougher than you look, but to see you out there today, defending Asgard…” he trailed off, leaning down to press a kiss to your neck.

You leaned into him willingly at first, but quickly placed both hands on his chest to shove him away, “You big idiot! Just let me clean it!”

“Y/N, my silly girl, can’t you just leave it? I am a god, I will be fine.” He looked at you for a few moments afterwards. You could practically see the wall of unwillingness crumbling down as he gave way to a heavy sigh of relent. “If it will give you peace of mind...then I suppose you can clean it.”

Soon he was seated on the edge of a countertop with you standing between his parted legs, cleaning the space where his right eye used to be. Against your arm you could feel the cool puffs of breaths that fell from his parted lips. Every now and then he would wince.

“Are you alright?” You would ask.

“I’m fine.” He would respond, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards into a small half smile.

While you cleaned it, he had begun to talk about his journey. It had felt like forever that he had been away, you hung onto every word that fell from his lips.

“Do you like my hair?”

You looked away from his eye to gaze at his hair (what was left of it anyways). You ran gentle fingers through it and then through the scruff of his beard, you wondered how someone could be so handsome. “Yes. I think it shows off the best part of you.”

“The best part?” He asked with a lift of his brow.

“My favorite part.”

Thor looked at you knowingly, a mischievous smile curling at his lips. “Cheeky girl, I think we both know what your most favored part of me is,” he tilted his head downward, gaze landing in his own lap, between his legs. He looked back up to you and wiggled his brows, wincing with the ache the movement brought to his right eye.

You looked at him thoughtfully, you could not help being amused. You shook your head, “This is definitely my favorite part.” You held his jaw in your hand and winked before you placed a chaste kiss to his lips.

He continued to babble on after that, telling you about Sakaar and meeting Valkyrie (the woman from outside the room) and Korg, fighting the Hulk (and winning, he emphasized that). You enjoyed watching how enthused he grew when he spoke about his newfound friends, his recently recovered friend, and his delinquent brother.

“Odin is dead,” he said suddenly, his left eye flickering to you, meeting your gaze.

“I know.” Heimdall had managed to tell you in the midst of everything.

It did not sicken you to peer into that hollow cleft that once held his eye. Instead you found yourself feeling sick by Thor’s small smiles and chuckles. How does one manage to be so happy when the world has torn so much from him?

Your hands made soothing strokes upon his broad shoulders. “Will you be alright?” It was no use asking him if he was okay now. You knew he wasn’t. He had just lost his father, his eye had been brutally torn out by his estranged sister, Asgard had been destroyed. There was not much you could say to comfort him, but that did not stop you from trying. “Loki is here, he helped to gather the refugees. You have Valkyrie and Hulk. You have all of Asgard here to support you. We are here to support you.”

He shook his head. Calloused hands, rough with the spoils of battle, rested upon your cheeks. “I only need you.”

He kissed you with a gentleness that still sometimes surprised you. You finished your cleaning by patching his eye up.

“Do you feel better now?” he asked as he moved from his seated position, turning to look at himself in the large mirror above the counter.

You stood beside him, peering up at his reflection. He stood tall despite all of the horrors that life had recently brought him. His jaw was set as he regarded his appearance. You wondered if he could see what you saw. A god, a powerful, kind, beautiful creature of divinity. A man that you loved.

“King of Asgard,” you regarded him lovingly, a smile making its way to your lips, “you look like your father.” Now that he wore an eyepatch, similar to Odin’s the likeness between them seemed to shine through clearly.

He smiled too, crookedly, in that innately boyish manner of his. It made your heart flutter.

“I love you, Queen of Asgard.”

[imaginebeinghamiltrash]

I Bet I Could

Pairing: Anthony x Reader

Requested?: Nope! Someone thought Ale was my “best friend who gave me orgasms” and then this happened.

Summary: None of your partners have ever satisfied you in bed. Anthony wants to fix that. (This is a smut) 

Warnings: oral sex, fingering, hickeys, biting, hair pulling, teasing, slight dirty talk (barely)

Words: 5.2k+ (whoops)

A/N: I don’t even have anything to say about this. Enjoy the sin yall. (Shout out to Ale for being my bomb ass beta)

Tags: @dysfunctionalfangirl @icanneverbesatisfied @catastrophiclimabean @patron-saintof-sluts @fanficsj @butlinislin @daveeddiggsit @nadialinett14 @librarychild @spidey-boii @me-hoy-me-trash @serkewen12 @daveedish @anthonyramosobc @autistic-alien @runnerriley @hamilsquad-writings @thegirlonhamilton

There was seldom anything you kept from Anthony. He’s been your closest friend since birth. You grew up attached at the hip – going to the same schools and living next door to each other. When Anthony was accepted into a performing arts college with a full scholarship you celebrated for hours at his house. When you were accepted to your dream college, he snuck a bottle of champagne into your house and you both drank away in your room until the bottle was empty.

The only downfall was you would be going to college out of state. It would be the first time there was a lot of distance between you two, he wouldn’t be a 2 minute walk from you anymore. This was something you avoided dealing with for as long as you could. Then move-in day came and the van was full of your stuff. You stood in your bare room, mentally placing every item you removed back in its spot.

“It’s so desolate.”

You turned to see Anthony in the doorway, looking at the now empty spaces in the room.

“I know… it’s so weird.” You sighed, walking over to him.

He gave you a small smile, glancing at the room once more before leading the way out of the house.

“So… this is it.” Anthony said, tucking his hands into the pockets of his shorts.

You nodded slowly, smiling sadly at him.

“You better not become a stranger. We got cellphones and I will blow you up. All the time. All hours.” Anthony narrowed his eyes playfully, smiling as you began to laugh.

“You’re an idiot.” “Sad goodbyes aren’t my thing. We’ll see eachother again. I’ll come visit you the first moment I can, promise.”

You hugged him close, burying your face into his neck. Anthony hugged you just as tight, head resting against yours.

“Y/N! We need to get on the road!” Your mom yelled from the car.

You and Anthony broke apart from each other.

“I’ll call you when I settle in.” You said, walking towards the car.

“Be safe, be smart.” Anthony replied, watching as you got in the car.

You waved as you pulled off, keeping your eyes on Anthony until you couldn’t see him anymore.

College was a huge adjustment but it could have been worse. The only annoying thing was your roommate’s sex drive. You had been sexiled from your room more times than you could count. You loved Jess; she was kind, smart, fun, and considerate, but it was like she couldn’t go a week without sex and it always had to be in your room. You dealt with it for a semester and a half.

She always told you in advance but at this point you probably spent more hours in the student lounge than your own room. When she told you she was leaving for Spring Break you almost jumped for joy. A week of the room to yourself, God bless. You considered going home but then Anthony said he wanted to come stay with you so he bought a bus ticket to visit. Today was the day he would arrive and he texted you saying he would be at your dorm soon. A car stopped in front of your building and you held your breath, watching as the door opened and Anthony came into view. You smiled and ran outside, racing towards your best friend who was now opening the trunk to take out his duffel bag.

“Anthony!”

Anthony could barely prepare himself before you tackled him with a hug. He laughed as he hugged you back.

“Damn Y/N, almost knocked me over.” He joked, but his grip on you proved he missed you as much as you missed him.

“Not even sorry.” You pulled back, grabbing his bag and leading him inside.

“Dude… your hair.”

You looked up at his new cut. The fluffy ponytail was gone but in all honesty the new hair just made him look even better.

“I know. It’s a bit weird for me too since it’s a recent change but I wanted something new. Do you like it?” Anthony asked as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“I love it. It will take some getting used to but you look good.”

“Thank you.” He said, smiling wide.

You smiled back and lead him to the front desk. You signed him in and brought him up to your room.

“Well, I know what side is yours.” Anthony chuckled as he walked in, sitting on your bed.

“That obvious?”

“You wouldn’t be caught dead sleeping in those bedsheets.” He said, nodding toward Jess’ bed.

“You got me there. That’s Jess’ side of the room.”

“Ah, the overly sexually active roommate. The reason most of our Skype calls are in the student lounge.”

You sighed and nodded, sitting next to him.

“She’s great but damn does she have a lot of sex.”

“Can’t blame her for wanting to be satisfied, orgasms are incredible.” Anthony laid back on the bed.

“Yeah…” You coughed awkwardly, moving to grab your laptop from your desk.

Anthony seemed to not catch on to the tension in your voice, kicking his legs and staying silent.

“So, what’s there to do around here?”

You took Anthony around campus, showing him the places you frequently visited and the places you avoided. The tour ended at the dining hall where Anthony ate two full plates of food and wrapped one to go.

“Where does it all go? You have abs. This is unfair.” You pouted, holding the plastic bag with you and Anthony’s to-go plates.

“Magic, of course.” Anthony replied, holding open the door to your dorm.

“Share some of it, I could use it.” You chuckled, walking to the elevator.

It opened immediately and you got in, pushing floor 15.

“You don’t need it. You look great, you always have.” Anthony leaned on the wall, eyes trailing up and down your body.

You blushed and looked at the floor.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend.” You mumbled, leading the way to your room.

“Nope. I mean it. Seriously, you’re beautiful.” Anthony leaned on the wall next to you, looking at you.

“Thanks, Ant.” You replied, biting your lip as you unlocked the door and walked inside your room.

“Where can I hang my towel?” Anthony asked as he stepped out of the bathroom in his pajama pants. You pointed in the general direction of the Command hooks on the wall, doing your best to keep your eyes off Ant’s bare torso. He hung up the towel and walked to the bed. You crossed your legs as he sat next to you. You had already taken a shower and put on your pajamas.

“Jess said you could sleep in her bed if you wanted but considering the amount of sex juices that has to be in her bed, I don’t know if you want to.” You joked, smiling as Anthony laughed.

“I’m sure your bed has ‘sex juices’ too, Y/N.”

You shook your head no, plugging your phone on the charger.

“No? You haven’t christened the bed yet?”  Anthony raised a brow, leaning against the wall.

“I’ve had people here before if you must know.” You sneered playfully, keeping your eyes on your laptop though you weren’t actively using it.

“So then you’re having wack sex.”

“Fuck you. Not everyone can come easily like you men do!” You snapped back at him with more irritation than you meant to.

“Hold up. You’ve never had an orgasm before?” Anthony leaned forward so he could see your face.

Your cheeks were on fire, embarrassment coursing through you. You ignored the question, typing in random things on Google so you didn’t have to look at him.

“Hey, don’t ignore me. We’ve talked about everything before, why shy up now?” Anthony leaned closer to your computer so he was further in your line of vision.

Your eyes flickered to him for a second before going back to the computer screen. You were scrolling aimlessly through baby animal pictures.

“I have had an orgasm before but the people I hook up with just can’t get me to come. It’s impossible. I can only come when I’m on my own.” You mumbled, still embarrassed but Anthony was your best friend who knew everything about you and vice versa.

If there was any person to air your annoyance to, it was him.

“You’ve just been with some lame people, not to brag but I always make sure the girl comes first. It’s just common courtesy.” He smirked.

You sighed as your computer died, closing it and setting it on your desk.

“How chivalrous. Let’s get some rest. This bed isn’t big and if you push me on the floor I will kick your ass.” You playfully glared at Anthony before getting under your covers.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He waved you off, getting under the covers with you.

You were pressed against Anthony but being this close to him wasn’t anything new. You laid there with your eyes close for a while, slowly slipping into sleep.

“I bet I could make you come.”

Your eyes snapped open, you lifted your head and looked at Anthony with wild eyes. Anthony kept looking at the ceiling a thoughtful look on his face.

“What?”

“I said I bet I could make you come.” Anthony repeated, looking over at you.

You had fairy lights around your room that lit up the atmosphere with a soft glow. Anthony looked like an angel under the dim lighting and you found yourself struggling to piece together a sentence.

“I… I heard you but… what?”

“Just a thought.” He shrugged, “You said you haven’t been able to but I always make people come so...I could be the solution to your problem.”

You averted your gaze to the wall, carefully planning what you were going to say next.

“Are you hinting that you want to make me come?” You asked, turning on your side to face Anthony.

“I’m hinting that I could restore your faith in humanity.” Anthony replied, shifting so he was facing you as well.

You nudged his side and rolled your eyes as he laughed.

“You’re really confident in your abilities, huh?”

“I have a reason for it. I could show you better than I could tell you.” Anthony said, an underlying tone in his voice that made you bit your lip.

Once you cross this line, there’s no going back. What would this do to your relationship with Anthony? You grew up with him, he is your closest friend but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about him in a more than friendly way. You were weighing out the pros and cons when Anthony’s hand came to your hip. You tensed up, holding your breath as his fingers ghosted over your side.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He murmured, eyes focused on your face.

Anthony’s hand moved down your hip again, slowly slipping under your shirt. His hand flattened on your lower back, pulling you flush against him. Your lips brushed each other’s softly, you glanced up at his face. Anthony looked back at you, his fingers drawing circles on your ribcage. You shuddered, inhaling sharply. You waited for Anthony to close the small space between you both but he didn’t. He held himself back, he wanted to make sure you were on board so you would have to make the move. You leaned in and kissed him, a timid test kiss.

Taking the kiss as an official agreement from you, his hand went to your chest. You mewled softly into his mouth, shifting onto your back as Anthony moved on top of you. He pushed the covers off of you two, deepening the kiss as his thumb circled your nipple. Anthony kissed down your jaw to your neck, biting lightly as he pushed your shirt up. He pulled away so you could take it off, his lips were back on your neck before the shirt touched the ground. You closed your eyes, breathing shakily as he sucked a hickey on your collarbone. You bit your lip, holding back any noises you desperately wanted to make.

“You’re really tense.” Anthony lifted his head, looking up at you.

“Sorry…” You cleared your throat, hoping the edge in your voice would go away, “This is just insane when you think about it.”

Anthony chuckled lightly, nodding his head.

“It is but let’s not think about it. I just want to make you feel good, I won’t hurt you.” Anthony cooed, his hands rubbing at your hips.

“Let go of all thoughts, just feel. Focus on what you feel.” He continued, kissing your collarbone.

You sighed softly, eyes fluttering shut and letting your thoughts disappear with each kiss Anthony left on your chest.

You sharply inhaled as his lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking softly. One of your hands found its way into his hair, gripping lightly as he tugged with his teeth. His hand went to your other nipple, pulling in time with his teeth. You squirmed, feeling your wetness settle between your legs. You could feel Anthony smirk, pulling back to leave a hickey on the valley of your breast. His kisses slowly descended down your stomach, chewing on your lip in anticipation as he got lower and lower. You looked down at him, watching him kiss your hips. He pulled the string on your shorts before tugging them off slowly. He tossed them aside, leaning down so his head was between your legs. He kissed down your inner thigh, biting lightly and leaving small hickeys. You gripped the mattress tightly as he got closer to your core but he moved to your other thigh instead. You tried to be patient as he peppered your thighs with kisses but the anticipation was killing you and you wanted to feel his tongue elsewhere.

“Ant.” You sighed softly, waiting for him to look up at you.

“Hmm?” He pulled his mouth away to lock eyes with you.

“Come on.”

He raised a brow, smirking at you. He was gonna make you say it.

“Don’t be a dick.” You groaned, glaring at Anthony.

“I’m not being a dick, I’m waiting for you to tell me what to do.” He responded, a playful glint in his eye.

You couldn’t help but smile, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Please touch me, Anthony. Make me come.”

His features hardened, your last sentence making something snap inside of him. His gaze moved to the growing wet spot on your panties. His fingers slowly rubbed up and down your slit. Your breath hitched slightly, eyes fluttering shut. His finger found your clit and rubbed in slow circles, his lips returning to your thigh to bite lightly. You moaned softly, your body relaxing and sinking more into the mattress. You tensed up again when you felt him pull your panties to the side.

“Relax, sweetheart. Relax.” He whispered, rubbing your hips, “There we go. Loosen up and let me take care of you. Can I do that?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice.

Anthony’s grip on your hips tightened slightly as his tongue licked up to your clit, his lips wrapping around it and sucking lightly. You bit your lower lip, hand returning to Anthony’s hair as he flicked his tongue on your clit. He hummed lightly, pulling you more onto his face as he ran his tongue through your folds. The quicker he moved his tongue the harder you tugged on his hair. He pulled back, panting lightly and licking his lips. You watched his face as his finger returned to your clit, the once slow circles now faster and harder. His hair was out of your reach so you bit down harder on your lip and fisted the sheets under you. He eased a finger into you, slowly thrusting. You knew what you could handle and he could do more but part of you was still too embarrassed to talk so you shut your eyes and let Anthony do as he pleased.

“What is it?” Anthony asked.

You opened your eyes to see him looking at you, his finger still pumping at a leisurely pace.

“What do you mean?” You sighed out.

“I know you. You want to say something. Tell me what you want. I can’t please you if you don’t tell me what makes you feel good.” Anthony continued, purposely slowing his finger down.

“Anthonyyyyy!” You whined, hips squirming.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

You shyly looked away at the ceiling, chewing on your lip.

“M-More…” You mumbled, keeping your eyes away from your best friend.

“What was that?” He leaned closer to you.

“More, Anthony. I can take more.” You repeated louder, heat flooding your cheeks.

With a small smirk he slid another finger into you and picked up the speed. He scissored his fingers, exploring your body as his thumb stimulated your clit. When you let out a loud moan, he knew he had found what he was looking for. He focused on hitting that same spot over and over with each thrust of his fingers. Your body felt like it was on fire, you lost control of your moans the moment he found your g-spot. Your toes curled and you pulled hard on the sheets as Anthony worked a third finger into you. It was a bit of a stretch but it was an amazing one. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his fingers sped up even more. You felt that coil in your stomach tightening, your orgasm starting to build. There was nothing but pleasure coursing through you and an intense need to come.

“A-Anthony, fuck!” You gripped his shoulder tightly, your back starting to arch off the bed.

Anthony leaned in and started kissing up your neck to your ear.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” He husked into your ear.

You tried to reply but words wouldn’t come out of your mouth, only high pitched moans and whines. Instead you quickly nodded your head, bucking against his hand.

“You want to come?”

You nodded quickly once again, crying out as the thumb on your clit sped up even more.

“Come for me, Y/N. Come.”

You gasped and moaned loudly as you came, thighs quaking and toes curled. Anthony kept his fingers pumping through your orgasm, helping you ride it out. However instead of slowing down, his fingers sped up again. You didn’t expect a second orgasm to rip through you but suddenly you were throwing your head back and crying out his name as you came again. You laid there, panting hard and blissed out. When you caught your breath, you looked to your right to see Anthony looking at you with a small smile.

“Told you I could make you come.”

“Shut up.” You chuckled, hitting his chest lightly.

“Now my sheets are wet and ruined.” You frowned, sitting up slightly.

Anthony looked down at the mess between your legs.

“Oops.” He got off the bed, handing you your shorts.

“The comforter on the floor is good still.” Anthony said, picking it up.

“Alright, let’s just strip the other sheets off and sleep on the comforter and my other blanket.” You suggested, going to stand and clutching the bed frame as your knees almost gave out. You saw the smug smirk on Anthony’s face as he took your covers off the bed but he had a reason for it. He made you come, twice in a row. You blushed at the thought and spread the comforter on the now bare mattress.

“I’ll be back.” You said, going into the bathroom.

You cleaned up as best as you could without another shower before putting on new panties and sliding your shorts back on. You looked at yourself in the mirror, shaking your head and laughing.

“Y/N. What the fuck have you done?” You mumbled to yourself, turning and leaving the bathroom.

Anthony had found your extra blanket and was already laying down and waiting for you. You walked over and crawled into the bed, turning so your back was facing him. His arms came around you and you cursed inwardly at how your body reacted to his touch.

“You alright?” Anthony asked, closing his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m great actually. Are you alright?”

“I’m great.” He replied, “I proved I could make you come. Twice in a row.”

“Don’t get all cocky now.”

“I think I have a right to be right now.”

You got a point. You thought to yourself but you wouldn’t say it out loud.

“Goodnightttt, Anthony.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

You woke up before Anthony, the events of last night flooding your mind. You liked it, you loved it if you were going to be completely honest. It was what you needed after the hell midterms put you through. You slowly got out of bed and crept to the bathroom, eyes widening as you noticed the hickeys Anthony left on your body.

“Jesus…” You murmured to yourself, lifting your leg to see the damage on your thigh.

Anybody who saw you would know what happened. You shrugged off the thought and went through your normal routine. While brushing your teeth you remember Anthony never got to get off last night. That’s not too fair, he made you come twice and he never came at all.

Should I return the favor?

You washed out your mouth and thought about it. It was only right, right? You exited the bathroom and found Anthony awake and on his phone.

“Morning sunshine.” Anthony jested, hoping out of the bed and walking toward you.

“Morning.” You chuckled, stepping out of his way so he could go to the bathroom. You sat on the bed and kicked your feet, trying to figure out an approach to this. Before you could come up with one you liked, Anthony strolled out of the bathroom with a fresh face.

“You never got to come last night.” You blurted, looking down at your lap.

Anthony furrowed his brows in confusion.

“Uh...yeah, I didn’t. It wasn’t about me though.” He shrugged, going to his overnight bag.

“I don’t think that’s fair.”

Anthony stopped walking and turned to face you.

“I… should return the favor. Right?” You asked with uncertainty, looking at him.

Anthony ran his fingers through his hair.

“Uh… I mean… you don’t have to, you know. It was meant to be for you but, if you wanted to… who am I to turn that down? Do you want to?” He responded, sitting in the chair at your desk.

You shyly nodded your head, fidgeting with your fingers.

“Alright… right now? Or…?” Anthony trailed off.

It was clear he was as uncertain as you were. That strangely made you feel better. You got off the bed and walked over to him. Anthony looked up at you as you straddled his lap. You both stared at each other for a moment, his hands coming to your hips. You leaned down and kissed him, a timid kiss just like the night before. Then you kissed him again with more passion, pushing all thoughts away and going with what felt right. Anthony responded eagerly, rubbing your hips and biting softly on your bottom lip. You grinded against him, smiling lightly when he moaned into your mouth. You kept rocking your hips against him, arms around his neck while his hands moved to your ass.

Soon you could feel something hard under you and you pulled away from the heated kiss. You gave him a small smile as you slowly slid down to your knees in front of him. Your gaze moved from his face to his erection and you licked your lips, reaching out and palming him through his thin pajama pants. You never thought about if Anthony was packing or not but you were pleasantly surprised with what you were feeling. Anthony chewed on his bottom lip, watching your movements. With Anthony’s help you pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, jumping back slightly so his dick didn’t hit you in the face. You looked at each other and broke out into laughter.

“S-Sorry.” Anthony said between laughs, leaning back in the chair.

“It’s fine. You’re good. Could’ve been way worse.” You giggled, leaning closer to him and focusing on the task at hand.

You took him into your hand, rubbing your thumb over the tip slowly. Anthony watched you with curious eyes, his hand glued to his sides because the last thing he wanted to do was push your limits. You swiped at the precum, smearing it around his tip. This wasn’t your first time doing this but for some reason your stomach was in knots. You took a deep breath and reminded yourself to let go, who cares that it was Anthony? He was determined to get you off and now it’s your turn to do that same. With a new determination you took his tip into your mouth and started bobbing your head up and down. Anthony balled up his hands fighting the urge to put them on your head. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder and easing him further and further down your throat. When your nose hit his pelvic bone his dick hit the back of your throat, making you gag.

“Y-You don’t have to push yourself.” Anthony said, his hands and voice shaky.

You pulled away to look at him, your hand stroking him to make up for the absence of your mouth.

“Shut up and let me blow you.” You said, your voice slightly hoarse.

Anthony looked over your face; your lips were slightly swollen, eyes slightly watering and a slim string of spit still connected your lips to his tip. He almost moaned at the sight but bit down on his lip to hold it back.

“Alright.” He nodded.

You took him back into your mouth, picking up where you left off. Anthony moaned softly, digging his nails into his palm as he fought the urge to buck into your mouth. You looked up at him, tracing a vein with your tongue. Anthony couldn’t look away, eyes locked yours as you licked up his shaft with a flat tongue. Your eyes flickered to his biceps, the muscles bulging from how hard he was clenching his fist.

“You can touch me if you want.”

You could tell he was tempted to but he still shook his head.

“Don’t want to hurt you.” He replied, a slight strain to his voice.

“I’m not fine china. I can handle a little roughness. Come on, please?” You purred, batting your eyelashes at him.

You took him into your mouth again, immediately deepthroating him and fighting the urge to gag. His hand flew to your hair, gripping tightly. You smirked to yourself as he tilted his head back and let out a loud moan.

“F-Fuck.” Anthony hissed, his eyes screwed shut.

You continued to bob your head on his length, your hand covering what wasn’t in your mouth. You could tell Anthony was close when he started to control your head, his grip getting harsher but that only made you moan louder.

“S-Shit, Y/N. I’m gonna-” Anthony cut himself off with a moan, letting go of your head and letting you take over again.

You quickly assessed your options; you could let him come on you but you just washed your face and you didn’t wanna do it again. You could pull back and let him come but that would lead to cum getting everywhere and you’d be damned to have to try to get a cum stain out of your carpet again. That only left one option. You doubled your efforts, tears blurring your vision but you didn’t let that slow you down.

“Y-You may want to pull back.” Anthony advised, his hips bucking slightly.

You ignored his warning and kept sucking until he came with a loud moan. You kept your lips around his tip, stroking him through his orgasm and letting him release into your mouth. You slowed down your strokes and when you were sure he was done, you sat back on your heels. Anthony looked at you in shock, breathing heavily. You slowly stood up and went to the bathroom, spitting his come in the sink and rinsing your mouth out. After using a bit of mouthwash you went back into the room and Anthony had already cleaned himself up and tucked himself away. His cheeks were red as he made eye contact with you.

“Sorry about that.” He looked away, clearly embarrassed.

“Nothing to be sorry about, I wanted that to happen. Just wanted to contain the mess, ya know?” You laughed nervously, playing with your hair.

“...Did it taste bad? Or?”

“No! No, it wasn’t that! I never swallowed before so it was just an instinct. Swallowing feels too intimate.” You replied, walking over and sitting on your bed.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You both sat in silence, thinking about the past 24 hours. Anthony was supposed to be here for four more days. You didn’t want them to be tension filled and awkward so it was best to address everything now.

“How do you feel?” You asked, forcing yourself to look over at Anthony.

“I feel great physically, mentally I’m not too sure.” Anthony responded, meeting your gaze.

“Yeah. Same…” You trailed off, not knowing what to say next.

“Did you like it? I mean everything that’s happened in the past 24 hours.” Anthony asked.

“Mhm.” You nodded, heat flooding your cheeks, “It was incredible. I guess I didn’t think too much about the outcome of all of this.”

“Me either. I feel the same though, it was amazing.” He agreed, nodding his head.

You both went silent again, a question hanging in the air that both of you were too scared to ask.

“Would you do it again? An ongoing thing, maybe?” Anthony broke the silence again, playing with a loose thread on his sweatpants.

“I don’t see why not… we both got off. I never get off with a partner so it would be nice to actually come at the hands of someone else.”

Anthony chuckled, looking at you again.

“So… we should do this again?”

“I think so.” You replied, biting your bottom lip as Anthony began to smile.

“Many times?”

“As many times as you can last.”

“Who says I’d be the first to tire out.” Anthony raised a brow, tilting his head to the side.

“Guess we won’t find out until we try.” You retorted, knowing Anthony would never back down to a challenge.

“So let’s find out.”

Anthony stood and made his way over to you, moving in between your legs.

“You’re really sure about this?” He whispered, one of his hands moving to the small of your back.

Your hands slid under the shirt he put on a few minutes ago, a smirk on your face.

“Already backing down?”

“Never that. I’m trying to save you from the exhaustion. You could barely stand after two orgasms yesterday.” Anthony said, a smug grin appearing on his face.

“I can’t wait to wipe that smile off your face.”

“So what are we waiting for?”

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Bluewallet appears to be setting the bar for the next generation of Bitcoin wallets. Available for both Android and iOS, it is the first to integrate the Lightning Network (LN) for super-quick and “unfairly cheap” transactions.

First Bitcoin Lightning Wallet on iOS

It should be mentioned that this review is largely aimed at users who are either not tech-savvy enough or don’t have have the time or both (like me) to set up their own Lightning nodes.

I’ve used a few iOS Bitcoin wallet apps over the years and all of these have their pros and cons. However, as far as simplicity, ease-of-use, and security are concerned, I can confidently say that Bluewallet is the best iOS Bitcoin wallet app I ever used. 

It combines the latest Bitcoin technology (SegWit, LN, Replace-by-fee etc.) with some nifty security features (plausible deniability) alongside the simplest user experience to date.

Note: Bluewallet did not pay me for this review and never contacted me.

I recently found out about this app, which was launched in early December, on Twitter. The wallet caught my attention since this is the first open-source Bitcoin wallet for iOS that supports Lightning Network so I decided to check it out.

As far as I can tell, it is the first wallet that allows you to:

Refill the LN wallet with an on-chain transaction without closing/opening a new one

Backup (export) the LN wallet with a QR code/URL

Use the same LN wallet across multiple devices

It should also be mentioned that while you control the BTC wallet’s private keys, the LN part is custodial by default running Bluewallet’s LNHUB+LND. But, if you already have your own LND node, you can run LNHUB software yourself (it’s open-source) by entering your URL in the Lightning wallet settings.

Not Many Options for iOS

Just like many other people, my first ever Bitcoin wallet experience was with Blockchain wallet in 2014. It was one of the first Bitcoin wallets available for both Android and iOS mobile platforms.

Currently, I’ve been using Edge wallet (formerly known as Airbitz) for the sole reasons that it is ‘secure’ (you control the private keys) and one of the few that supports SegWit (cheaper transactions) along with many altcoins like Monero and Ethereum.

While I believe Edge is one of the best wallets available for iOS today, I miss the watch-only address feature that Blockchain wallet always had — so there were always tradeoffs.

Watch-only addresses let you — as the name implies — only see the balance of your cold-storage wallets. So even if your Ledger Nano S is buried in a nuclear bunker, you could still safely monitor its balance from afar.

However, security should be paramount to every Bitcoin user. Thus, controlling your own private keys is a must and since there weren’t a lot of options for iOS – Edge wallet it was. (I’ve also tried the popular BRD wallet but I wasn’t a fan).

Blown Away By Simplicity

Setting up a wallet in Bluewallet took less than 20 seconds and you have a choice between a regular HD (hierarchical deterministic) wallet or SegWit. You can also import an existing wallet using your seed.

Done. Creating the Lightning wallet is just as quick.

You then have an option to encrypt (recommended) your wallet’s privet keys with a single password. This makes the experience similar to signing up for a new Gmail account — which makes the entire process very easy and familiar, particularly for those new to Bitcoin.

There’s also a genius feature against $5 wrench attacks called Plausible Deniability.

Next, you’ll need some coin to play with. So refill your Bluewallet by sending an on-chain transaction with some BTC from another wallet. If you don’t have any — it’s possible to buy bitcoin (from Changelly) right from the Options menu.

The whole interface is the cleanest and most intuitive I’ve used to date. The wallet also lets you set a custom transaction fee when sending bitcoin.

Replace-by-fee is another useful feature. If you ever set a fee that is too low — you now have the option to set a higher fee (after you already clicked ‘send’) and speed up the transaction. 

Lightning Network Works But…

So I sent about $4 to my new BTC wallet. About 20 minutes lates after all the confirmations (at least 2), I sent about a few bucks in bitcoin to ‘refill’ my new Lightning address.

Bluewallet notes that your LN wallet is intended for day-to-day transactions because they’re faster and “unfairly cheap.”

After about five confirmations, the LN wallet had satoshis in it and was ready to strike. However, since only one LN wallet can be set up in the app (for now), it was impossible for me to try sending sats back and forth within the app.

So I told my friend to try it. Unfortunately, the LN wallet doesn’t yet support receiving (invoicing) lightning payments yet, so we were unable to send any Satoshis between each other.

Luckily, I did manage to send an LN payment of six cents to read a full article on Yalls.org. This went through instantly and without a problem as clicking ‘check payment’ on Yalls immediately showed that the payment has been sent.

A Glimpse into the Future of LN Payments

Using this wallet gives a glimpse into the future of paying with Bitcoin as LN grows and all the software issues are ironed out. Once LN payments will become seamless, using it should become second nature as transactions are literally instant at almost zero cost.

This should provide a great solution for merchants and in-store payments (e.g. Starbucks) as it eliminates the problem of having to wait for on-chain confirmations – a common criticism of using Bitcoin at brick-n-mortar locations.

Moreover, legacy digital payments (credit cards, Venmo etc.) are already instant and ‘cheap’ for users so the breakthrough will not come from speed. However, LN is not only “unfairly cheap” but also allows sending less than a satoshi – the smallest unit in Bitcoin. This means users are already sending tiny fractions of a penny, as recently reported by Bitcoinist.

Therefore, I believe, this technology will create new opportunities for online micro-payments and monetization of digital content, which could be a game-changer in the Information Age. In the meantime, however, this wallet will make it possible to ride a Lightning scooter.

I just paid ~200 #satoshi with #bitcoin #lightning to ride an e-scooter <3 #35c3 pic.twitter.com/64kzLIBZLw

— Pivchen [Jan/3] (@pivschen) December 28, 2018

Or maybe a Lightning beer?

Buying a beer on lightning!

BitMEX Research wishes you a happy new year!#LightningNetwork pic.twitter.com/C0OuotfsB2

— BitMEX Research (@BitMEXResearch) December 31, 2018

Shortfalls

There are admittedly some shortfalls with Bluewallet. Though most of these gaps are expected to be filled later.

For example, the biggest problem right now is the inability to receive LN payments and make withdrawals from the LN wallet back to the BTC wallet. Therefore, you should only test the LN wallet with a small sum since you will not be able to get the satoshis back to your on-chain Bitcoin wallet (for now).

Software developer Irek Zielinski explains that upcoming versions of Bluewallet will support invoicing, which means bidirectional LN transactions.

Next version should support creating of LN invoices (receiving LN payments). https://t.co/yHyaxvKoaz

As LNHUB server is used for this purpose, most likely your wallet will be able to be off-line and still get the payment. LNHUB is open source, so you can run your own instance.

— Irek Zielinski (@irek_zie) December 30, 2018

Another issue is the lack of PIN or Touch-ID/Face-ID support. Though understandably, a lack of PIN code make it easier to use for the average joe, I’d like to at least have the option to set up a PIN code for accessing the app or some kind of 2-factor authentication for extra security.

Other features in the pipeline include:

Batch TX – the ability to pay multiple addresses with a single transaction, saving on fees and optimizing blockspace usage.

MultiSig TX – enhanced security as each transaction requires M of N signatures (with keys stored on different physical devices with BlueWallet).

Plugging in your Bitcoin Core node for “maximum sovereignty.”

These additions should make Bluewallet, hand down, the best wallet for both iOS and Android users and Bitcoin businesses, in particular. In whole, this is a great wallet if you’re looking to have the latest security features, ease-of-use, Lightning payments, and tired of waiting for Samourai Wallet to be released for iOS.

Have you tried Bluewallet? Share your experience below! 

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