#Idk why the thought suddenly struck me just did

[tiercel]

In media im very mixed on elves, i somewhat dislike when theyre just humans but twinkier and cant grow facial hair (though i can appreciate this form of them) I like when theyre more obviously a fae-influenced subspecies of humans... Uncanny elves with eyes that pin like parrots and mobile ears, to human beings seem almost expressionless/stiff faced but thats bc all their emoting is in their ears and eyes

[hannieehaee]

idk if anyone has requested or mentioned this yet, but have u ever thought of sub hoshi??? also i love ur work, it’s absolutely incredible🤧 i love it sm😖💐

18+ / mdi

content: sub!hoshi, softdom!reader, afab reader, smut, edging, handjob, oral (m receiving), penetrative sex, mentions of crying, etc.

wc: 1139

a/n: amazing concept, anon. not proofread btw sorry for any mistakes</3

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"w-why are you being so mean to me?", cried the boy as he hissed in sensitivity.

his complaints did not prevent your fingers from slowly running up and down his chest, gracing the nipples you'd just spent twenty minutes sucking and biting into.

"just let me go, i'll be good, i promise!", he whined as he pulled at the restraints you'd used to tie each of his built arms to the bed frame.

"i can't do that, soonie. you asked for this, remember?", you pouted mockingly at the desperate boy.

you knew soonyoung to be quite experimental in bed. he was really down to do anything at least once, which was something that kept your sex life quite interesting throughout the duration of your relationship. for instance, a few weeks ago he had insisted on testing out bondage, choosing to try it on you as he tortured you for hours on end. after the fact, he had insisted on your own usage of it, begging you tie him up and have your way with him.

and so you did it. again and again, and he kept coming back for more, insisting you play with him time after time as he begged for your touch, trapped and unable to touch you back.

it quickly became a staple in your sex life, with the strong boy becoming a weak mess under you any time the mood struck for him to lay back and allow you to do with him as you wished. you'd still switch roles every so often, but soonyoung had grown addicted to you having your way with him as of late.

even now as he begged for you to let go, you knew that no part of him actually wanted the torture to stop. that furrow of his brows and the heavy puffs of air he was letting out were all you needed to know he was deep into the torturous pleasure you were giving him.

"want more ... want you to touch me ..." he pleaded despite one of your hands already being on his chest and the other wrapped around his cock.

but that was the crux of soonyoung's problem. the feather-like touches you kept giving him kept making him grow dizzier by the second. you'd get him there in the slowest way possible, only to take your hands off him and play with yourself as he watched.

he'd beg and plead at you to let him go, to stop being so mean to him, but deep down you knew his cries demanded for you to continue, to take him to a point where his sobs would become pathetic and uncontrollable, forcing you to finally let him have his finish.

you'd only edged him three times thus far, playing with his cock and rubbing at his sensitive nipples while you fed off his pretty whines. you'd also edged yourself along with him, not allowing yourself to cum even once as you forced him to watch you without a single lick of gratification.

"touch you? but i am touching you, baby. see?", you squeezed his cock a little harder, "is this not enough?"

"need more, just ... want you, please."

"want me? what do you want, soonie? want me to touch myself again?-"

"no! no, please. need to touch you. just ... it's been long enough, just take off th- fuck ...," he groaned when your mouth suddenly went down to lick at the tip of his cock, interrupting his pleas.

"but soonie ... want your cock so bad," you breathed as you kitten licked at his tip, occasionally slipping it into your mouth as your hands continued to jerk at it.

the slamming of the headboard could be heard from the way soonyoung pulled at his restraints in attempt to free himself. groans of desperation accompanied the sounds of the headboard, with soonyoung clearly growing more frustrated than usual.

"baby, just ... let me have you, i- i'll be good, i promise. i've been so good for you, just n-need to feel you," he cried.

you only tortured him for a few more moments before finally pulling away, granting him with a sweet kiss before beginning to undo his restraints. not wanting to run the risk of him accidentally injuring himself (knowing that the promise of some pussy would likely have him taking such risk), you decided to finally give into him.

the sight of the boy under you was absolutely pathetic. tears stained his cheeks and his eyebrows remained furrowed, a permanent pout attached to his lips. his hands were delicate as they dug into your hips, silently begging for you to please sit on his cock. his hiccuped pleas for your cunt made you coo at him, finally giving in to him and sinking down on his blushing cock.

"a-ah, fuck, thank you thank you thank you thank you," he chanted breathily, "feel so fucking good ... finally," he sighed, eyes rolling back.

"been so good, soonie. deserve to feel so so good," you whined back, immediately speeding up and bouncing up and down his cock, not caring about how sensitive the two of you were after over an hour of edging.

"i-it's so good, so fucking good ...", he cried as tears began pouring down his face. his hips attempted to weakly hump against your own despite the immense sensitivity he was feeling, "'m gonna cum, fuck. can i cum? please, i need- i need to cum."

"cum, soonie, just wanna make you feel good," you nodded frantically, "been so good for me ... cum with me, baby. i'll cum too, i- i'll cum," you moaned.

the tightrope inside you snapped, leading soonyoung to wail out your name surrounded by pathetic cries of 'sorry' and 'thank you' as his stomach caved in and brought him to his orgasm.

"so g-good. always make me feel so fucking good," he kept repeating while his hips lost control, filling you up without a care in the world.

once your orgasm subsided, you let yourself fall against his chest, kissing at his chest and neck as his own orgasm simmered down. his hands were still digging into your hips and ass, groaning endlessly at every bit of physical contact you gave him. his pretty gasps hiccuped between his groans, creating a choir of noises as his load filled you up in a seemingly endless manner.

when he finally made it to the other side, balls empty and out of energy, he caught his breath by breathing into your neck, holding you against him without minding your weight atop his own.

more thank you's were shared in whispers, kisses being exchanged as you took care of each other in the most intimate of ways, his cock still buried deep inside you. you fell asleep like this, entirely too relaxed and content as you held each other to sleep.

[georgegraphys]

Warning : Unprofessional unverified talks as I am not Mercedes nor have 10 masters degrees. Fragile snowflakes that got their heart shattered by opinion differences are not welcomed. An opinionated talk.

I'm just gonna back track on what happens here. What started this all sudden China PR campaign of this douyin acc thing and my whole summary of thoughts. If you're new here and you haven't had the time to scroll through my PR talks regarding this whole 2024 George PR cooking class. Let me summarize you here (this lacks the recent targa florio updates, mercedes vision one eleven, etc. i haven't updated it further)

Again, I'd like to say. I am not a Mercedes Benz PR team member. I am not a professional. I am just someone who worked in a similar field who analyzes, plans, and strategizes PR agendas like this. Of course the very first time I posted about this whole theory it's just a goofy hypothetical tweet of "what IFs"

This was just minutes after George opened his douyin acc btw. Something just struck me like "Huh? Why bother opening an account for a race that lasts 2-3 days?". As someone who worked in PR myself, these things are not a good move. Like why the hell open a douyin account? If I were Mercedes, I'd open a tiktok account for George that could be used beyond China GP. That was my mindset back then until I watched the video again and I realized George saying things like his F1 journey throughout the season. And that's the part where it struck me.

Now why does it intrigue me? Douyin is a platform that is only available in China (or probably in Macau/HK/Taiwan too, idk sorry) and to sign up for Douyin you need a Chinese phone number or ID card verification. It makes me think that maybe Mercedes pulled some strings? To be able to get George in Douyin? But until then my thoughts are just goofy ahh what if lol. Then suddenly Douyin Sports starts posting about George on their account and George makes a specific video greeting for Douyin Sports. Now this kind of confirms my idea? Because douyin sports rarely post international athletes unless you are on the calibre of probably Marc Marquez or Cristiano Ronaldo or Lionel Messi, other than that they just posted about the chinese athletes. Afterwards, there was the Mercedes Benz official account commenting here and there and I just went "maybe this isn't a joke"

For now, it seems that the douyin account is also posting personal things about George like his post with Carmen, his family and friends and more. Well surprising considering I thought they're going to be full racing and business because at first i thought that douyin acc pr move was solely for the company because they were promoting lots of 63 series that George will probably lead the promotions later. I didn't expect them to actually build something that is also personal to George? Like his brand image? As they also involve posts about his beloved ones and not pure business. Also Mercedes even invited a LOCAL press to directly interview George one-on-one??? I'm surprised by that. But this is honestly good for George!

I know i've seemingly been all positive about this but just to let you know, I had doubts lol. Like I thought this wasn't gonna last this long. I thought it was just to keep the China GP hype for 2 weeks and it's all gone and dusted. But it didn't. Turns out they even have these 3 days posting patterns which not only intrigues me but also intrigues the chinese audience. It brought them to pay attention to George and question things like "oh he is still posting??" "who posts for him??" "he's using douyin actively??". I honestly expect lower than this and thought that the account would be another vessel to promote Mercedes cars to the chinese audience but wow... also building his individual brand images? I did not expect that.

I might have been able to guess the purpose of the douyin account making but I could never know what they were cooking. It baffles me. You might not understand but in that one single douyin account, there's a social media team or at least one person handling it and a PR planning over it. The posts were planned, it has posting patterns and it shows that it was scheduled, the subtitles, the songs (even though it's shitty), and the editing. The editing specifically appeals to the chinese audience. And I cannot wrap my mind on the reason why. These have lots of efforts poured into it and the supportive Mercedes Benz account? Unusual. Because they usually gave 0 fucks in other platforms. You need to acknowledge that this is

a) A whole ass PR planning with the approval of the company because it represents George and even also builds his individual brand value and image to the chinese audience/target market

b) No doubt Mercedes pulled some string to get his account to douyin and have the app promote his account

c) This stretched out longer than i would ever expect. My expectations weren't low but it's realistic. This thing is a bucket full of effort and planning inside for it to stretch until this long.

Now this part gets a bit sensitive. So again WARNING that this is highly SPECULATIVE and we're PREDICTING not saying that this is true. "But ari you're so jobless for all of this guessing. No one does this except the obsessed ones" This is what I and some people who worked in the PR sectors do. We look at a company's PR planning and make a guess out of it. Why? To counter their PR strategy of course. For the sake of competitions. And it's a REAL PAID JOB. But anyways

My guess is that maybe in the future George will be used as some sort of representative or ambassador for the chinese market? As for now, Mercedes Benz's objective and target market is the Chinese market. Their collaboration with Denza and BAIC, Beijing Benz subsidiary making China specialized vehicles, joint cooperation with chinese universities like Tsinghua and more.

Not to mention that this whole Mercedes in China field trip is not just any other field trip. It is state backed. Germany and China seem to be building this whole bestie relationship when it comes to automotive, technology, engineering, etc. Judging by how it's state backed and which means things won't get "nahhh okay byeeee" just anytime, that means this would then be a long term thing?

I'm just connecting two points here. A) Mercedes strong ambitions on the venture in China (Not every automotive manufacturer is aboard on this idea btw. Stellantis doesn't) B) George's sudden PR campaign in China. I look at those two and suddenly 🧐🧐, maybe it might be related??? I understand that Mercedes could use chinese ambassadors to promote Mercedes in China. Of course they're more popular and relevant in China than George since he isn't Chinese. But to promote China and Beijing Benz outside, they need a guy too yk? And that guy MAY be George Russell with all this PR cooking up behind him.

Again this is just a silly goofy guess based on EVIDENCES and PROOFS shown. As much as I love to waffle, I don't lie about these things unlike Toto. But also, don't trust me on it and take my words seriously?? Because I ain't Mercedes 😁😁 🤷‍♀️

Lastly, George's linguistic journey is basic at its finest. ciao, bonjour, JEL-AND-WAGEN, adios, hola, konnichiwa. For him to suddenly be SITTING DOWN reading a written script of his introduction in Chinese??? To be seriously sat and memorizing "da jia hao, wo shi qiao zhi la sai er-" means something 😭😭😭 don't tell me someone did not write that down for him and tell him to memorize that like an asian parent would sign their kid to a mandarin course.

[kowaindar0u]

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I JUST WOKE MYSELF UP LAUGHING IM DYINF

I don't know what was going on but it was one of those dreams where I don't know if I AM Yuichi or if I as Luka is also there but it doesn't really matter jdjdh but like this happens a lot when I dream about characters I write/rp/play as

I think it started out where I there was like a little festival type thing around town(?) and everyone bought/made cloaks and stuff and so it was me/yuichi, a buuunch of toudans, and my friends from my d&d group ?? all just like hanging out or whatever, walking around town, I know at some point we went into a thrift store and bought a bunch of novelty stuff??

Idk it was fun.but then Nagasone had to go with Shirley (from Community) and some other people to a big meeting way up a mountain to ...?? idk, make a deal with some executives about the rights to a Scooby-Doo movie??? Idk, that's not important. What is important is that they did not come back down when they said they would so we got worried and went to go up the mountain after them ("we" I think is yuichi, my friend, and several toudans) . On our way up there was a loooot of snow and a bit of an avalanche that happened way up ahead of us, so we were panicked!! We got to where the avalanche happened (by this time we were also very cold and wet and tired) and we started digging around, looking for signs of anybody, frantic, but we didn't find anyone and we were being out in the freezing cold and snow for too long. But then I got a ping (I guess saniwa senses tingling) that Nagasone was a bit further up the mountain somewhere so I like ran and again started digging around, but eventually we made it up to the outer part of a lodge that was at the top (reminded me very much of the church in Saints Row (2022) lol) and I spotted him coming out of the building!!

I was like EEEAAGHHH WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN I WAS SCARED I THOUGHT MAYBE YOU GOT STUCK UNDER THE SNOWWW

and he was like NO IM PERFECTLY FINE I PROMISE! ME AND SHIRLEY JUST STRUCK THIS AMAZING DEAL EVERYTHING IS GREAT

And so we hung out at the place for a little bit but then...

Well I don't know if there was a timeskip or if the place just morphed or what. But suddenly we were at a big version of QuikTrip (my region's fave gas station lol) and this group of just... Random people were holding everyone hostage. They made everyone sit at tables and they had really tiny little guns lol. I had gotten up to get an eclair so I got put at a separate table than Nagasone, and got sat with my friend, Higekiri, and Hizamaru. So I was at this table just holding my eclair while some person points the tiny gun at us, and I remember feeling like it was an act of defiance/intimidation every time I took a bite of the eclair and just stared at them LOL

And I specifically remember whispering to my friend "this is just like we do in d&d: we talk shit about the enemy and it makes them easier to defeat" and so we did.

We were like "why are your guns so small?" "why are you holding hostages in a quiktrip?" "why didn't you lock the doors?"

And then my friend asks "hey, can I see your gun?"

and they LET HER??? so she's like "oh wow--" and immediately points it back at them. And I reach into my cloak pocket and pull out my own teeny tiny gun, except when I pull the trigger the end of it extends diagonally up so the end of it hits the person's glasses with the tiniest of "tink"s. Turns out it's not a gun it's a weird novelty toy. But the person is like "oho, that's clever. It's a shock device". It's not, but I let them think it is LOL

but I guess Nagasone sees this happen and gets worried when some of the other criminals look concerned, so he starts talking to them about their plan and stuff and somehow HE ALSO MANAGES TO GET ONE OF THEIR GUNS???

And then Yamanbagiri and Chougi at another table are called up to ....?? Idk, prove themselves? Demonstrate something? Just do something cool with their swords?

So they get up...

Manba pulls out his sword like normal

But then Chougi has like. A plastic longsword. And I'm like oh my god. HES WEARING MY CLOAK. at some point we had switched cloaks for some reason. I realize I have his sword but I cant get up to give it to him

So he goes to pull something else out of the cloak (I think he's just hoping his katana will be there) and out comes another teeny tiny gun, which he "fires" but it's another one of these silly stupid extender guns. And he's getting frustrated so he tries again, and just pulls out a big fucking two-pronged candelabra that I had (for some godforsaken reason) bought at the thrift store earlier. And he just looks so mortified and I'm sitting at my table trying not to laugh because of how he's holding it and his expression

And so I woke up laughing too lol

Writing it out it really doesn't sound that funny but I PROMISE it was so fucking hilarious watching Chougi just keep pulling out random shit and me being like "oh my god" as I realize that it's all my fault HAHA he was so pissed jfjsjdj

[compacflt]

I have to ask because I'm just too curious! How is your writing so good? Like, holy hell, your prose, the flow from one sentence to another, how you tell Ice and Mav's thoughts and the yearning and pining and angst and everything. You made me cry so many times reading their perspectives, and it's such a unique take and so relatable and sad at the same time.

I'm just wondering if you've taken any courses, what you do to improve your writing, or maybe any references and ideas for when you get stuck on a scene. I'm not much of a reader of western media, so maybe you have some recommendations?

Thanks in advance! You're one of the best writers I've ever had the pleasure of reading!

See here for my regular writing advice :)

yes, i am a double major in journalism & english so I’m taking basically all writing classes at school. but as i said in my previous advice post, i haven’t learned anything in any of my classes that you couldn’t learn just by reading attentively and writing on your own. the benefit of a structured program is Having Deadlines and that’s about it imo

I don’t have a ton of recommendations for precisely this reason—my recommendation is to literally read everything you can get your hands on, AND to treat Everything you read/watch/experience like high literature. Advertisements in the subway have a theme & a message & employ certain literary tactics to deliver that message to you. They’re worth learning from. So are the nature documentaries on tv—which stories are prioritized and why? What story techniques do documentarians, for instance, use to make us, the viewer, relate to animals and experiences that are otherwise unrelatable? Can you find examples of foreshadowing & symbolism in your own real life? Fiction is just a reflection of the dynamics of our own world—if you can find the rhythm of an overheard conversation on the street, you can find the rhythm of fictional dialogue

(Which is why i continue to stress, keep a journal or a diary. one of the most instructive exercises i ever did was when I was in a creative writing class at like 14 and they had us just follow strangers around and write down exactly what they said. So you get a lot of “so he told me, like, he was, like, like, um, ‘I’m not cheating on you,’ or whatever, and I was like, bitch, what?” —But that’s how people talk! It’s a good exercise lol.)

my one actual craft recommendation is basically mandatory assigned reading in many western english/writing classes—for good reason: Thomas c foster’s “how to read literature like a professor.” He summarizes about a hundred classic western texts and explains how they use various english-canonical symbols (“if characters eat together they’re taking communion,” “if a character gets wet and doesn’t drown it’s a metaphorical baptism,” “literally everything you read is somehow related to sex… except sex which is usually about something else”) and it’s written really well for both readers and writers. Basically my bible. a great primer if you don’t know where to start with western literature/if you don’t know where to start with writing symbols and stuff

anyway to summarize, life is literature, living is reading, we all still have so much time to learn, read “how to read literature like a professor,” and keep a diary

I also forgot to mention this in my last advice post but don’t use epithets please 😭 idk if you use epithets or not but this is just general advice, it’s my most snotty literary opinion and it’s very common in fanfic for some reason (it’s like so specific to the fanfic genre it’s insane) but i am extremely convicted about it i feel very strongly so im telling you. epithets make your writing sound very obviously fanficky. “the blond man” “the taller man” etc… just don’t use them it’s so unspecific!! WHICH blond man???? WHICH tall man? why can’t we be specific here?? have we been suddenly struck with amnesia?? just use his name!!

Also you say you don’t read a lot of western literature—I am not sure where you’re from but don’t feel like you HAVE to read/write only western literature to be successful. That’s only true if you want to succeed in the gatekept western lit market—and even then, the gatekept western lit market is literally currently foaming at the mouth to hear other perspectives right now. Who you are & where you come from invariably affects how you see the world & write about it, so lean into that if you can!

unfortunately my advice for getting stuck on a scene is “just write it.” Just sit down and get SOMETHING on the page. Spoiler alert, those tend to be the scenes i (and most of the writers i know) dislike the most, when coming back to reread my/our own writing. like there are many scenes in my fics that i have published where i think the lack of passion is unfortunately pretty obvious. But that’s kind of the way it goes. Some scenes you will like/want to write better than others. Shrug. at least they’re there on the page. as they say: don’t let “perfect” be the enemy of “good enough.”

[mishkakagehishka]

Hey Korka I saw a thing so of course I have to shu-ify it because it can fit this idiot who never says what he actually thinks unless it's strictly necessary.

Anyway thinking about something going wonky with some thing or other and being able to hear Shu's inner voice... Like getting to hear his actual feelings with a sort of echo effect after he says his usual harsh words... Maybe using that to your advantage to tease him a little bit and fluster him while making it not completely obvious so he doesn't evaporate on the spot

I think we don't have to really use any logic because "Well, we just want to see it happen!!" is enough. For the sake of an argument, let's imagine uhhhhhhh [checks notes] the time and space matter is falling apart because of the perpetual timeloop and it's showing in the fact that Shu's thoughts are now shared with whoever he's speaking to in the moment. We could bring up the idea of a soulmate AU, but I won't torture you tonight.

idk the word count i wrote it directly in post (so no spellchecker! should be fun!!) and i . didn't really plan on doing that.

Shu's usual biting remarks - something that takes lots of getting used to, and even then can hurt quite a lot. It's not like he wants to be mean, but that's how he comes across to most. To most, with a few notable exceptions, to most except to those who, after all, know him.

But it takes practice to know how to translate Shu's words, to know that his "Even a child could do it" doesn't necessarily mean you're stupid so you should be able to do it - it doesn't mean that he considers you on the level of the imaginary child he is mentioning, but that he expects someone of your skills and knowledge to be able to breeze through it. To know that his scoffs and "Don't bother me" and "I'm only doing this because it'd be an inconvenience to me otherwise" are just ways of masking his own care for you. That his scoffs are to hide his smiles, his shooing of you just a way to make sure he's not distracted by wanting to talk to you, that he just cannot come clean about his true intentions - it's not in his nature to show vulnerability.

And one day, all that practice, all that difficulty is just. Gone. And suddenly you have access to Shu's inner thoughts. How? Who knows. The author doesn't particularly care, either. But the reality is that you were left sitting in your seat, listening to Shu berating you for not bringing an umbrella, yet very much hearing the echo of, what would I do if you got sick? Why do you always insist on worrying me like this? And how were you supposed to pair it to "Are you a moron? Do you not check the weather like an adult before leaving the house?!"

Easily. By batting your eyelashes at him, by saying, "Sorry, did I worry you?" He paused in his berating, mid-sentence, mid-calling-you-an-imbecile. Eyes widened, mouth still left half-open. Is that the faintest rosiness of a blush you see on his cheeks? "Don't be ridiculous. Whether you get sick or not is none of my business, but think about the work you'd be pushing onto others because of your lack of care. It is highly irresponsible." Yet the echo was panicking. Panicking! Screaming, is it that obvious? Am I that obvious? I don't look worried, do I? You may have just found your entertainment for today.

"Well, I just forgot my umbrella. I'm sorry, but I don't think I deserve to be called names for it," you defended yourself, just wanting to see if he'd think anything vaguely remorseful. "I'm simply stating facts. Forgetting such a trivial thing makes you seem dumber than you are." - If you feel bad about being called names, then quit behaving so carelessly.

Well, Shu will always be Shu.

I hate making you feel bad, too. I wish you would smile at me." And wasn't that your perfect sign? Your wonderful cue to shoot him the brightest, most blinding smile known to humanity, in such perfect timing. And as if an arrow had struck him, he froze. Even his thoughts - empty. But he was under your effect, that was certain, with that faint blush easily deepening, splashing his cheeks in a far more noticeable way. In a way that was, quite frankly, very taking-advantage-of-able. "Are you okay? You're looking a bit red?" Don't come closer, don't come closer, don't come closer, DON'T- Of course you came closer. Of course you placed your hand on his forehead, pressing ever so lightly. "Do you have a fever?" "NO! I'm fine. Don't touch me!" Though he attempted to swat your hand away, it was clearly rather low-effort, and your hand remained on his forehead. He almost leaned into it, and you could hear words so unfitting of Shu's voice, yet undeniably in his voice. Ah~ Your hand is so soft... I wish time would stop so you would never pull away... It's so warm... What a capricious man.

"You're burning up, Shu! And you scolded me about getting sick..." "I'm not sick, I told you! Let go this instant!" Please don't let go please don't let go please don't let go "Why don't you move away? Nobody's holding you." Really, nobody was. You only kept your hand on his forehead, but he was free to even just take a single step backwards. But you knew the reason. And he knew the reason as well. The blush spread to the tip of his ears, making him look nothing less than like a rose in bloom. Or an embarrassed tomato. "You're not sick? So what's with your face? You're red all over. Could it be you're embarrassed?" You happily watched his composure crumble, his breathing turn uneven, his eyes trembling. What's happening?

Suddenly, his cheeks were cupped, squished until his mouth was stuck in a pout. A most undignified state that had him scrambling, trying to push your hands away, but ultimately it was a fruitless endeavor. What's happening!??!?! "You're so cute." "UNHAND ME!" But, like a puppy, his thoughts just repeated the compliment over and over. I'm cute... I'm cute...? He seemed to enjoy it, his heart pounding in his ears at the words, at your touch, at how close your faces were. "You're adorable. Do you like it when I compliment you like that?" I love it "You do, don't you? So cute."

A loud smooch to his cheek. And his knees buckled. Pathetically. "Wha-what is the meaning of this? You're behaving most inappropriately and-!" "Are you crying?" "I'm NOT!" He was not... technically. The tears that collected in the corners of his eyes were those of frustration with himself, frustration with the situation. I would want for nothing more than to embrace you and kiss you, but... Even his thoughts hadn't a ready excuse. It was simply not something that would be in his nature. But I could never take the lead with such acts.

And isn't that all you needed to know to grab his face once more, albeit less like a fussy baby's and more gently now, to cup his jaw and press your lips against his? To cradle his face in your hands, to feel his body tensing up for a mere moment, before his arms caught hold of your shoulders, attempting to ground himself. His breathing evening once more, though his heart continued pounding hard enough that you could feel it against your own chest. And his inner monologue nothing but an unending scream of, what you assumed to be, excitement. It probably wouldn't be horror, else he wouldn't have been kissing back as fervently as he was. Pulling away was equally as entertaining as listening to his inner screaming throughout the kiss, rather, watching him quickly trying to mask his softened features back into a frown, getting ready to scold you, but... No words came out.

"You..! You..! You.....!" He tried his best, he really did. I cannot believe you did that i cannot believe we did that that was so good that was great i want to do that again i never want to be away from you i want to hug you more i want to kiss you more i want to "Me? Me? Me?" You mocked, a victorious smile on your face, knowing you had one over him. Him, who was still out of breath, tried as he did to hide it. "You're that into me, huh?" At this point, he had the bright idea to hide his face. "I already saw how red you are, no use hiding it now. Come kiss me again." Peeking through his fingers, no, glaring through his fingers. He pondered on a response for a second, face still heating up, embarrassment still evident. But, for once, his thoughts and words overlapped, "Can I?"

[deadanimefan]

(Yandere!) Hantengu clones x Tanjiro's Older Sister! Reader (Part 3) (kinda 13+)

(Dividers by @kodaswrld)

(This is so bad I literally have no ideas😭)

The three clones start walking in the forest in search for Urogi, but mostly you. They've been walking for a while now, and now two of them were getting impatient

"Ugh where did Urogi take her?!?! i wanna have her nowwww!!" "Shut up you idiot there could be more demon slayers here waiting to get us!!!" "Can you two stop arguing it's making me sad I just wanna find her.." "Shut up you stupid crybaby!!"

They stop walking and started bickering with eachother like kids, when all of a sudden they hear you shriek with pain. They turn around and saw you getting chased by Urogi. "Hahahaaaa!! Keep running darling you're make this even more fun for me!! You were trying to run back to the place where your siblings were, but you couldn't really get far with this harpy lookin' bish on your tail (why am I insulting my man?)

Karaku's half smile turned into a sinister, malicious, and sadistic smile "Ahh~ looks like we're playing a game of cat and mouse!! Hahaha!!. The three clones started running behind Urogi trying to catch you. "Are you fu*king serious right now?! Dealing with one of them was enough, but all four of them?!?!" You say in your mind with clear annoyance

You couldn't really lie they all were quite attractive, you slightly blush at the thought of their looks, but you pushed that thought out of your head then started running faster. You just wanted to find your siblings or just hope they were okay.

TIMESKIP CUZ IDK WTF TO DO ANYMORE!!

After running and running for what seemed like a lifetime you finally made it to the building where your siblings were and it seemed that the clones weren't chasing you anymore, the building was now foggy and completely destroyed you could barely see anything

You kept stepping on big pieces of rubble trying to find your siblings. "TANJIRO!! NEZUKO!!" You desperately screamed their names, trying to find them, but you couldn't. You couldn't see them anywhere. The fog finally lifted yet you still couldn't see where they were "Are they even here....?" You think to yourself in fear because you looked everywhere and still couldn't find them

"Please don't tell me they're..." Your heart was now pounding faster and faster thinking that your siblings are dead."MISS KAMADO!!!" You turned around and saw a kakushi running up to you (is that what they're called? i forgot) "We found your siblings and took them into care they were found unconscious on the ground when we came!!" You sigh in relieve hearing that your siblings were okay and taken into proper care "Thank you for taking care of them I thought they died here".

You smiled at kakushi grateful for his help, and he blushed because of your cute smile (little did you know you and the kakushi weren't alone). The sky was thundering now. You were confused because the sky looked clear even though it was nighttime. All of a sudden, the kakushi was hit and electrocuted by a big bolt of red and blue lightning.

You caught him in your arms as he fell off his feet. There was no pulse as you put your fingers on his jawline, he wasn't breathing so you put him down gently on the ground, as you put him down you recognized the color of the lightning bolt that struck the kakushi It was red and blue like the bolt that electrocuted Nezuko

"How did they find me?!?! I thought I lost them!!!" You now realize that the clones have found you now, and you can already tell that they are pretty upset now. You suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist, one of the arms go underneath your shirt, and it starts caressing your waist

"My~ you have such a sexy looking body~ Karaku exclaims as he caresses you. You're now blushing of embarrassing, but also pleasure because no one has ever touched you like that before. "Aww~ she's blushing how cute~" Urogi leans his face closer to you, and he crashes his lips onto yours, he kisses you passionately, and shoves his tongue in your mouth. You are melting into the kiss "Ah you seem to be enjoying this aren't you sweet thing?~ "Hey!! Stop hogging her you perverts!!".

ALR I'M DONE PART 4 COMING UPPPPP!!

(Hope i don't take a whole year to finish it like what I did with this one)

[iamnotathornbird]

thoughts on seven kings must die... spoilers below the cut.

okay, so obviously the gif isn't from seven kings must die, but idgaf. this isn't like, a well thought out essay, these are random thoughts after i ~finally~ had a chance to watch the movie last night.

uhtred looked like he had gray hair when we first saw him for like, a minute, and then once the sides were shaved and it was put up, he just looked like regular ol' (as in, not old) uhtred. i was a little bit disappointed that they didn't make a little bit more effort to make the character look like, what... 15 years older? 20? if edmund was a teenager/young adult. his hair didn't look gray again until the last five minutes.

i really missed lady aeslwith. and also, in no particular order, hild, eadith, stiorra, uhtred uhtredson, and the OG actress that played queen eadgifu.

did not like how they teased osbert's character at the end of season five/the series finale, and then the character was on screen for like, idk, two minutes. i want to know wtf happened, why he was with hild, and why uhtred decided to take him back!

again, missed hild.

season five was my least favorite, and this movie felt a lot like season five, where... it almost felt like a music video, but instead of a clip after clip, it's a two minute scene with one line of dialogue, then on to the next scene with another line, and so on and so on.

like, i did not give AF that ingrith died. and i like finan! but why would i care that he lost his wife when the character was on screen for like 30 seconds, and when she died, they didn't even show the actress dead. like, finan could have been carrying a dummy out of the cave.

i DID give a fuck that aldhelm was hung. did not like that.

there's never enough finan or sihtric, but it's always been like that.

i realized why i liked the earlier seasons so much, and not so much the later ones, and it's because once king alfred died, the whole dynamic of the show changed, and there wasn't like, a love/hate relationship between alfred and uhtred anymore. and finan's (cheesy) voice over at the end reminded me of all the times alfred would threaten uhtred or tell him that his victories wouldn't be recorded in history, that they would be known as victories under alfred...

also the ending was cheesy AF. like, he had a mortal wound? but suddenly felt okay enough to get up and swear his loyalty to king aethelstan? but then he turns around and he's hallucinating? or dying and seeing valhalla? without a sword in his hands? and even though he was struck down on the battlefield with his sword, his friends would put him in bed and take the sword away from him? knowing HOW important that would have been to uhtred? da fuq?

[ambalambs]

So getting through rhalgr's reach on my ng+ sb playthrough gave me some miko thoughts I hadn't considered before

So basically its a given miko carries a lot of trauma from his childhood with the whole garleans destroying his village thing. And he does carry a deep seeded anger over that which couldve been twisted into a desire for revenge. But in arr it really felt more of a cathartic experience for him to storm the praetorium and beat the ultima weapon. Mostly because it wasn't a mission of revenge but more of a yeah let's finally hit back against the imperials and save a friend in the process! There was definitely reason to that fight

And then hw was really miko's big journey of understanding his feelings for revenge and witnessing just how debilitating those emotions could be. Witnessing how it destroyed nidhogg and created a war that last a thousand years and continued to take countless lives. And not to mentioning seeing just how much revenge had corrupted estinien. Like I think miko felt it bad when haurchefant died. Like that was the moment that snapped miko's usual resolve and he let that drive for blood just kind of take him but once thordan and his knights were gone it just left miko empty. Haurchefant was still gone and the pain was still there. But hey at least the monsters were gone. Idk it just felt like he really came to understand in himself that this was not a path he was suited for and I think the whole hw journey helped calm his spirit a bit.

Then come to the imperial attack on rhalgr's reach. It suddenly occured to me just how much that experience probably brought back a lot of those bad memories for miko from his childhood. Rushing into the camp seeing death and destruction everywhere at the hands of the same people who did the very same to his own family. And then seeing y'shtola wounded like that itd just be all too familiar and miko had been too late. But he's older now, stronger, the great warrior of light, and yet he can't shake that feeling of being a little boy again afraid as he watches those he cares about getting struck down around him. Like just thinking about all that and then seeing him lose to zenos it doesn't seem all that unrealistic he'd lose that fight. He would've been just incredibly shaken up and distracted, not enough focus to really face someone like zenos in that moment. And then to have it end in such a devastating failure and a scare on his face. After having just found that peace in himself during hw only to be put through this so soon. Yeah he definitely wasn't handling that whole post rhalgr feels all that well lol

This is why I like doing this ng+ run tbh. Having miko so fleshed out now and really being able to think about how all it ties together on the journey again is so fun (also im so mean to him im so sorry miko lol)

[galaxythixf]

@ofcrossroads said: ❝ People might start to think we're in love or something. ❞ (Idk. Make me laugh) 𝐓 𝐎 𝐗 𝐈 𝐂 𝐈 𝐓 𝐀 || Accepting

At first she snorts, letting the lightheartedness of the joke brush over without a second thought. Then the implications rouse her mind to stir with a few rousing realizations. Had they really been spending that much time together to warrant that kind of suspicion? Between their video game sessions and regular meetings she guessed they were together a lot of the time recently. Honestly she hadn't really thought much about it other than that, they were spending more time together. It was nice, at times productive and it kept her mind off of all of the gritty details she preferred to forget.

Were people thinking that? Lance had a wild imagination, so he was probably just poking fun at the idea of their recent development being the talk of the team for a minute but she couldn't really see Keith or Shiro caring much about something that trivial. Allura however—Pidge rolled her eyes, but a witty comeback is delayed the more she reasons with the idea that it has some truth to it. Alright, alright, it wouldn't be that farfetched. "No one's gonna think that." She doesn't sound that confident, crooked grin and all while brown eyes stared down at her feet, somehow a little flustered by the idea now that it sat with her long enough.

Maybe she wouldn't mind if they did.

That's embarrassing for her to say aloud, so she doesn't, but there's pink on her cheeks she isn't sure what to do with. Her glasses are toyed with out of nervous habit and the comment stirs something she doesn't expect within the pits of her stomach that she then holds as if it served to keep the faint fluttering at bay. It's silly, it was likely just a joke, but somehow it's made her unusually happy. Ugh, this was really stupid wasn't it? She can't shake the idea that it was, especially when she considered realism. Whenever she ever thought about what girls Lance liked to ogle and entertain she had never once thought to consider herself within that population. Sure, she was one, but if Lance had a type she never thought she fit that mold. Not that she was ever really trying to but point being, this was the first time he's made her question it legitimately.

Has he ever even thought of her that way?

Sure they've technically slow danced before at events, but that felt more like an obligation than a choice. Pidge knows they do spend time together playing games but that could be reasonably platonic. Swimming's something else they've done together as of late, but none of these really struck her as flirting, just ordinary things he may have asked anyone to join him in. Nor does he subject her to his corny flirting but that could have been at her behest in the past. All signs felt as if they pointed to the idea of this being incredibly lighthearted without much meaning behind it. A one-off comment Lance likely only used to make her laugh—he succeeded—but unbeknownst to him he may have also made her realize something she was previously oblivious to.

"I mean, we're just gonna see a movie together. Lots of friends do that." Pidge neglects to look him in the eye, fidgeting with the hem of her outfit instead as her words land like broken glass. She isn't sure if she's saying this to convince herself or as a legitimate point. Friends saw movies together all the time. Why was she suddenly a little sad? It's dismissed the moment it arises, brown eyes finally locking with his. "Wanna see what kinda snacks they have before we go? I hope they have something sweet, I don't think I can choke back anything too bitter during a movie. Have you noticed a lot of alien foods are bitter or sweet? It's like their taste buds are two-dimensional! Which means there's a fifty-fifty chance I choose the right one." All thoughts are seemingly lost in her whining, but they linger in the back of her mind.

[miens-reading-nook]

Time to Shine by Rachel Reid

Pages: 382 Published: 26 Sep 2023 My Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Okay but this is so cute ❤️

Big thanks to NetGalley and Carina Press for the ARC!

I picked this up because I absolutely loved Heated Rivalry and The Long Game, so I knew I was in for a good time no matter what and I was right!! Is it perfect? No. Did I love it anyway? Heck yeah!

The main characters, Casey and Landon, are so lovable. Honestly, it was impossible not to become invested right away.

At the start, idk why, I had the fleeting thought that maybe this was gonna be a bit boring, but a few pages went by and I was 100% dialed in. I can’t find the quote but in the beginning Landon says something about how quickly Casey wins people over despite being a bit “too much” most of the time, and I kid you not, I had to laugh when I realized it happened to me too! I don’t remember my first impression of Casey but all I know is that suddenly I was one of these characters, completely won over by this 23yo golden retriever with adhd who never shuts up.

And Landon!! His sadness, his grief, was so palpable, I just wanted to reach into the pages and hold him, poor kid.

As with the other works I read of this author, what struck me the most was how easily she made me feel all kinds of emotions. I got butterflies in my stomach, I cried, I laughed, all of it. I love when that happens, when the build up to the moment you’ve been waiting for is so well crafted that a few words can give you an adrenaline rush like you’re actually in the room with the characters.

I felt that Time to Shine was well-written, it had the right amount of hockey, the side characters were interesting and multidimensional, and the main couple is absolutely adorable.

The only reason this is more of a 4.5 stars to me instead of 5 despite all the fun I had, is that it’s all a little too perfect. The characters always say the right things, there’s very little conflict and nobody puts their foot in their mouth in a way that is not cute or easily fixed. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, nothing wrong with not having to suffer through the agony of stupid misunderstandings and easily preventable miscommunication, but maybe this story could have done with a bit more depth?

There were a few subjects that I would’ve liked the author to have explored a bit more, if I’m being honest.

Landon’s sexuality (I don’t mean defining it, I mean his journey and his feelings about it), the impact of what happened to Erin on Landon’s family (it was one of the major plot points but then the resolution was a few lines and a hug), the past 8 years of Landon’s life, Casey’s relationship with his family, and more real world consequences to what’s happening around them. It was a little too cute and perfect.

Final thoughts: I loved Casey and Landon’s characterization, their relationship was so funny and I loved the way they talked to each other. There were some killer lines and the love felt so real.

[cinnamon-grump]

wait.. so. were we seeing the origional Jim and Jim or is there a third Jim that is a camera man?

[dameronsknight]

Droids and napkins // poe dameron x fem!reader

warnings: sadness, angst but poe and bb8 are sweethearts

word count: idk dude i just typed it all

part 1 part 2 part 3

Explosions.

Screams.

Fire.

Rage.

Those eyes that I knew so well were suddenly filled with anger and a certain darkness I never thought I would see.

It all started during night time, at my uncle Luke's jedi temple. I was sleeping, we all were, tired of that day's training activities. Suddenly, a crashing sound woke me up and startled me. I looked around my room but everything was in it's place. What could possibly be going on-

"BEN, NO!"

It sounded like Uncle Luke. What the hell? I stepped out of my room and looked around. My eyes fell on my brother's hut- or what was the remains of his hut. My eyebrows scrunched together and my heart started racing. A billion thoughts passed through my mind, but nothing came close to what actually happened.

I walked further away from my hut and around the other ones. My whole body jumped as I heard another explosion and I turned around, trying to find the sound. I stook my hand out which made my lightsaber fly to me, I didn't ignite it just in case, not wanting to draw attention to myself if there was any enemy.

When I poked my head out of my hiding spot, I spotted one of the students hiding behind a hut as well. He saw me and gave me a look as if asking 'What's going on?' I shrugged and shook my head. A yellowish light started to light ahead of us. Fire. The student turned on his lightsaber and starting walking towards it.

"Are you crazy? No! Don't go!" I whisper shouted but he just put his hand up and kept on walking. Where the hell was Ben? I need to make sure he was alright. I followed my fellow classmate, but when I turned a corner, I saw him standing in front of my brother. It didn't seem like a friendly encounter, both of them were in a fighting stance. They were talking but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Ben looked... angry. I've never seen him like that. All of a sudden, Ben grabbed his lightsaber and struck the student across the chest. My hand flew to my mouth to cover my scream. No, this can't be happening...

Ben lifted his face and met my frightened gaze. I immediately ran away and hid in my hut. I was shaking while I paced around. No... No... What is he doing? Why did he do that? Where's uncle Luke?

A few minutes passed by, filled by a bunch of screams and explosions. I sunk to the floor and brought my knees to my chest, hugging myself. I heard nervous beeps from far away. R2-D2... Maker, please protect him...

Then, I heard footsteps coming closer to my hut, and I could sense the presence of my brother.

"Y/N..." Ben said and my breath hitched. "I just wanna talk." I shut my eyes and shook my head. I was convinced that my own brother was going to kill me.

I heard the door open and I slowly looked up. Ben stood in front of me, his face was serious and I didn't notice that I was crying until I saw him. He slowly walked towards me and I backed up until my body hit my bed, trying to make myself smaller. Ben crouched in front of me and sighed. "Come with me." He said.

I just stared at him, confused and scared. "Wh..." I started to say but it was hard to breathe. "Wh- What did you do?" I asked. Ben clenched his jaw and I could feel his emotions. His mind was being consumed by darkness. He was falling... and I couldn't save him.

"Luke betrayed me... us." He said and I frowned. "You have to come with me." I shook my head.

"What are you talking about?" I asked barely above a whisper. None of this made sense. A couple of shadows appeared and I looked behind him. I recognized the faces of some of the students, but there were some missing. My heart sunk. "What happened to the rest?" I asked after looking at Ben.

"They didn't make the right choice. So I spared them with the benefit of living. Unwise of them." He said and his voice was so different. So dark.

"Ben this isn't you. What in maker's name are you doing?" I asked, my voice getting louder.

"You're wasting time. You need to come with me." He said, making me scoff.

"And what if I don't? Hm? You're gonna kill me just like you killed the rest?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Eventually." He said. "It will eventually kill you. Do you really think you can be a jedi? You're weak, Y/N. But you don't have to be. Not if you join me... We belong in the dark side."

"No! That's not who we are. That's not who YOU are, Ben! I'm not going with you. Kill me if you want. I'm not going on that path." I said sternly. This really was it... I was going to die.

Ben looked into my eyes for a few more seconds before sighing and standing up. The rest of the students ignited their lightsabers, ready to follow orders and attack me. I closed my eyes and prepared myself. "No." Ben suddenly said. "Leave her. She'll die here anyways." More tears fell from my eyes and I whimpered. I was scared and all I wanted was to find the next person I could trust. Uncle Luke.

They walked out of my hut and Ben didn't look back at me. When he was outside, I heard him scream and destroy another hut, the explosion making me jump. "Ben... please... don't leave me..." I whispered out into the air. As if he could hear me, but he didn't. I cried and waited a few minutes until all I could hear was the noise of flames and burning huts.

I stood up and slowly walked out of my room. Maker... it was all destroyed. Everything was burning, and the fir was catching up to my hut so I ran away from it. Once I got to a spot away from the fire, I looked back and felt completely helpless.

Beep bwroop...

The noise made me look to my left and I saw R2-D2. "R2! You're okay!" I said as I ran to him. Placing my hand on his head, I kept on crying. And then, I sensed something... I looked ahead and it was Uncle Luke. His face showed shock and fear as he looked at me. I quickly stood up from the place where I was crouched down next to the droid, and backed away.

"Master Skywalker..." I gasped. He slowly walked towards me, but I kept on backing away. "I couldn't stop him... I c-couldn't stop h-him, I'm sorry." I said, my voice stuttering and breath hitching. I was panicking and I felt ashamed. I let him down...

"Y/N..." He said softly. I fell to my knees and shook my head, looking at the ground.

"I'm so sorry, Uncle Luke." I cried out, tightening my grip on my lightsaber...

"Beep boop?"

Huh?

The noise repeated itself. I looked up and I saw a small droid. He was orange and white and round. He tilted his little head as he looked at me. "Beep boop boop." Are you okay?

I looked at the droid and then at my surroundings, remembering where I was. The hangar. It's been 5 hours since I came back. When I got off the ship, the one my mother sent to look for me, I didn't want to talk to anybody. So I chose the hangar to hide and cry.

Looking back at the droid, I slowly nodded. "Yeah... yeah I'm fine." I sniffed and looked down at my hand. I was curled up with my back against a pile of boxes. The droid could not show any expressions, it only had one black little "eye", but it was like it was uncertain of my response.

Beep beep. Wait. And with that it rolled away.I stared in the direction it had left and then I buried my face in my knees, thinking it had gave up on me.

Little did I know that the droid rolled away to look for someone. His owner. When he did find him sitting at a table with a holopad in his hands, he rolled faster. Beep boop! Beep boop! Poe! Poe!

Poe turned to the direction of his little droid and smiled. "BB-8! What's up, buddy?" He asked and crouched down.

Brroop beep beep. Human girl crying. Poe frowned. "What? Who's crying?" He asked.

BB-8 started rolling around Poe while beeping frantically. Follow me! She is over here. He said and rolled away. Poe ran after him calling his name, but the droid just kept on rolling back to the hangar so Poe would follow him.

When BB-8 abruptly stopped so did an out of breath Poe. "Buddy, what the hell? What's going on? Who's-?" He started asking but stopped once he looked up and saw a curled up figure on the floor crying. "Oh."

Beep boop boop. She's been crying for a long time. Poe started walking slowly towards the figure.

I heard footsteps coming close to me. "Hi." A voice said, making me look up and through teary eyes, I saw a man. I quickly wiped my tears and looked away. "Uh... h-hi." I muttered.

"You okay there?" He asked.

I nodded and looked down. The guy sighed and sat down next to me but at a certain distance. He reached into his pockets and took out something, handing it to me. When I looked at what was in his hand, I realized it was a napkin. "It looks like you need it more than me." He said. I looked at the napkin, at him, and then back at the napkin before taking it from his hand.

"Thank you." I said and I wiped my face that was absolutely filled with tears. He nodded and folded his hands on his lap.

"You new here? In the Resistance, I mean." He asked and I stared at the napkin in my hands.

"... Not exactly." I said as I slowly shook my head.

From the corner of my eye I could see that he was confused, but he decided not to ask any further about it. We sat in silence for a few minutes. "You don't have to be here. Really... I'm fine." I said.

He looked at me and shook his head. "I don't like seeing people be sad and not do anything about it. I'd like to help." He said kindly. His whole presence was kind. Gentle... It was too much for me.

"There's nothing you can do..." I said and I could feel the lump in my throat appear again.

"I don't know who you are or what happened, but... I'm here. You can talk to me." He said. I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. Warm... gentle eyes. So different to the ones I cried about hours ago. The thought made me shake my head and look down again.

Bweep boop beep. Do you need anything? The droid said before softly nudging my leg. I shook my head. "No, I'm fine. Thank you."

"You can understand him?" The man asked and I nodded. "That's great! His name is BB-8." He said and I looked back at the droid and smiled.

"Nice to meet you, BB-8. I'm Y/N." I said. The droid tilted his head and beeped. Nice to meet you too, Y/N.

"Y/N... cute name. I'm Poe. Poe Dameron." Poe said and stook his hand out with a soft smile on his face. I gently took his hand and shook it. Muttering a thanks for the compliment of my name. "We don't generally find girls crying in the hangar so forgive us for worrying about it." He said. That made me chuckle.

"I don't generally hide in hangars to cry. It's alright." I said and looked at Poe who chuckled as well.

"So I know you said you're not exactly new here but... you are new to me. Are you joining the resistance?" Poe asked.

"I... I don't know." I said and looked ahead to where all of the X-Wings were. Dad... Maker, he's gonna be so disappointed in me when he finds out-

"Well if you do, and if you ever wanna cry again in the hangar, you can always count on us to keep you company. If you want." Poe said and BB-8 beeped in agreement.

"I don't know if I'll be able to join... after what happened..." I said. Poe furrowed his eyebrows.

"What do you mean? What happened? I still don't understand." He asked. I looked at him, trying to find the words, but I just shook my head.

"No. Nothing, never mind." I said and sat up straight, dusting off some imaginary dirt from my pants. They were a bit burned and ripped after the incident.

"Y/N, are you sure you're okay-" Poe started to ask but my name being called from across the hangar interrupted him.

"Y/N? Y/N! Where are you?" Someone started to call, only later be revealed as my mom. "Y/N, there you are." She said and stopped a few meters away from us. My mom looked at me and then at Poe, who immediately stood up.

"General." He said with a nod. My mom nodded back and then looked at me

"Honey, I've been looking for you everywhere... Is everything alright?" She asked. I wanted to shrink under my mother's gaze. She wasn't really looking at me with anything other than love and gentleness. But I felt ashamed, so I stood up but I didn't look at her face.

"I just needed to be alone..." I said and wiped my face.

"I was keeping her company. I just met her but she seemed- ...Sorry, do you know each other?" Poe asked and looked at me and at my mom. She sighed and nodded.

"I know her very well... Thank you, Lieutenant Dameron, for keeping her company. It was very kind of you." My mom said and Poe nodded with a small smile. He looked at me and put a hand on your shoulder.

"You okay now?" He asked. I looked at him and nodded. "Alright. Well, I'll leave her with you, General. I'll go back to my duties. See you around." Poe said, waved his hand, and walked away. BB-8 following him after beeping a good bye.

I waved back a bit and then looked at my mom who walked closer until she was standing right in front of me and put her hands on my shoulders.

"Sweetie, we need to talk." She said and I quickly shook my head.

"No, please... I don't want to." I said and looked down. My shoes becoming more interesting.

"Your father is here. He's really worried." Mom said. My eyes widened and I looked at her.

"Dad? Dad's here?" I asked and she nodded. "No no no, I don't wanna see him. I don't wanna see the look on his face. I let him down. I let everyone down. I-" I started to say as my breathing got quicker.

"Hey, hey. You didn't let anyone down. We're just worried about what happened. Your father and I love you and we will never blame you for anything." She said as she cradled my head in her hands, wiping away some tears that fell from my eyes.

I was fiddling with my hands, trying to control my breathing and the rapid beats of my heart. "I'm sorry." I whispered. Mom immediately embraced me in her arms and held me.

"You don't have to be sorry for anything. C'mon, let's go see your father." She said and I nodded as I hooked my arm with hers and walked out of the hangar. "I see you've met Poe."

I smiled a bit. "Yeah... His droid found me first, then he came to comfort me. Good guy." I said and my mom hummed in agreement.

Good guy...

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a/n: HELLO LOVESSSSS!! so I've been thinking about writing this for a looooong time :D and here it is!! it's basically a story about how reader and poe met, and how their relationship evolves with time 🥺 THIS IS PART 1, i was thinking of making multiple parts of this ... kind of like a series??? idk, but it will evolve into the events of force awakens, then the last jedi snd then rise of Skywalker.... maybe even after that hehe

so i was thinking... reader here is 21 years old, which makes ben/kylo ren like 23, and poe is 26, YES I DID ALL THE MATH LIKE AN HOUR AGO, it's important to the story :') since poe is like 32 in force awakens- ANYWAYS

I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!! any comments, likes or reblogs are appreciated :) I'll be writing part 2 shortly

tags: @amydoesstuff @stormkobra-5 @mandobatemans

[acciofanfics]

Beg|JamesPotter|NSFW|

Pairing:James Potter x Reader

Warnings: Nothing too intense, but maybe orgasm denial, Public sex (but not really if you have a better way to put it let me know lol)

A/N: A rewrite-ish extended version of a blurb I posted awhile ago. Idk James Potter inspo struck me 🤷‍♀️ Not beta or even proofread really lol -S

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It wasn’t incredibly often that James found himself feeling absolutely helpless and it wasn’t a feeling he wasn’t entirely sure he enjoyed. What was worse was that this was entirely his fault.

Oddly enough it started with his girlfriend asking to sit beside him in a few classes and pouted that she didn’t understand why Sirius ALWAYS had to be his desk mate. James laughed finding the complaint rather cute and easily fixable, but how was he supposed to not tease her when her face looked that cute? It was then that James made his mistake and leaned over to whisper, “How do you expect me to pay attention to their lectures and keep my hands to myself when you’re sitting next to me in that skirt? You know I bet by the time class was over you’d be begging me to just take you right there on the desk in front of everyone.”

He honestly thought that would be the end of it. James even planned on surprising her and sitting next to her during their Transfiguration class later in the day. Somehow he just knew he was in trouble when (Y/N) took a seat next to him in charms… especially when she didn’t even greet him. He tried to slyly look over at his traitor of a best friend and the hushed chuckle when their gazes met only made James more suspicious of the switch… Merlin, he really hoped that she didn’t expect him to deliver on what he suggested earlier… he’d just been joking.

As the lecture started and (Y/N) resembled a model student, James relaxed a bit. If she could follow along that well and even go as far as to take notes then maybe James should take her advice and pay attention as well. He did manage to focus on the lesson for a few moments, he happened for be so into it that he hadn’t even noticed (Y/N)’s free hand slip under the table until it was on top of his thigh.

James couldn’t help, but straighten up at her touch. Through the corner of his eye he could see her smirk pointed down at her parchment as her finders slowly moved up towards his-

James coughed much louder than he had intended to, summoning multiple pairs of eyes to look back at him. He mumbled an uncharacteristically meek apology and Flitwick went back to his teaching. This might’ve been the first time James wanted to soak up every bit of knowledge being offered up to him. Really, he just wanted to latch onto anything that could keep him from thinking about his his dick that was hardening as (Y/N) palmed him through his trousers.

James waited until Flitwick was turned around before leaving over and whispering to her, “Come on babe…”

“Just pay attention.” She winked and wore a grin that let him know she was entirely pleased with herself.

The treatment only got worse in James’ opinion. He thought he would be somewhat relieved when Sirius sat next to him in the following class, but honestly he was a bit disappointed to see (Y/N) back at her usual searing arrangement. He swore he saw her grin every time he found himself looking at her.

He was actually relived when she was finally next door him again a whole class period later. He wasn’t quite thrilled to see she still planned on barely giving him attention though. Maybe he should give her a taste of her own medicine. The plan seemed solid enough until he reached for her… As soon as his finger brushed her leg she popped his hand… she popped his hand like he was a child… James could hardly believe it, but ever the good boyfriend that he was he withdrew and simply sat there. It might’ve looked like he was pouting, but James would confirm that simply wasn’t the case.

His expression softened when he felt her hand next to his leg, but she didn’t move further than that. Slowly frustration built and James swallowed his pride, and he gently grabbed her hand and placed it on his leg. He may not have been permitted to touch her at the moment, but that didn’t sway him at all from wanting her hands on him.

Her hand remained stationary for awhile until their professor turned his back. She took the opportunity to scoot a little closer so she’d have an easier time whispering quietly to him, “You want something from me?”

Really? Like she didn’t know what she wanted. He bit his tongue metaphorically, trying to hold onto the slightest bit of dignity, but it was hard… she was right there and it’d be so easy for her to- He supposed he now had a better understanding of how she felt all those times he’d gone out of his way to rile her up. Except he couldn’t recall being so mean! He never started things he didn’t intend to finish, and he normally gave in with the slightest bit of indignation. (Y/N) seemed content to wait as long as it took. “Bloody hell, will you just touch me already please?!”

Had they been in a different setting she might’ve been more apt to push him a little further, perhaps ask for specifics. For now she would be satisfied with the vague answer, “Good boy.”

His cock twitched a bit at the praise and it took every ounce of willpower and strength he had not to moan out when her palm was resting back against it. The embarrassment of being caught red-handed would’ve been excruciating obviously, but the real trouble came from if he was too loud then she would surely stop and the thought of that was horrible. An unimaginable thought really, because even though DADA was usually his favorite subject the only thing he could think about was claiming that release that he was denied earlier.

James supposed he must’ve had a tell the he didn’t know about. Maybe it was how he suddenly tensed under her touch. Or maybe how his knuckles were turning white with how hard he was gripping his quill. Whatever it was it must’ve given him away because as soon as he was about to tip right over the edge she stopped. She stopped. Again. James let out a breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding in when he felt the warmth of her hand abandon him yet again.

James thought he was about to combust… he did think about heading to any empty restroom or closet and taking care of it himself, but something about the mischievous grin on her face kept him glued to his chair. Kept him just waiting.

He really tried to be patient as could, but as soon as the lesson was over he found himself pulling her into the first unused room he found and whipping out his wand to cast a quick: colloportus.

“James! We’re gonna be late!” She scolded him, but the giggle seemed to be proof enough she wasn’t actually that concerned about any tardiness.

“I could not care less! What are you doing to me and why?! Is your plan to do this all day? I don’t think I can bloody take it-“

“That’s funny I thought you said this morning I’d be begging you.” A wicked smile spread across her face and James knew he’d lost, but fuck he didn’t care. Whatever she wanted from him he’d give it to her. If she wanted him to beg then he’d be on his knees in a second.

[fernweh-writes]

You could ask my question, if possible, of course. With the Slachers (Michael, Jason, Brahms, Vincent and Bo) with her beloved looking innocent and even angelic, but she is extremely jealous and possessive when a victim or survivor flirts with her slachers to the point of saying something in context: " he is mine !!" (while the reader embraces Slachers). What would be the reaction of the slachers, about the corpotamento of his beloved?

I don’t write for Jason, sorry but I can definitely do the rest. Since I don’t write for many slashers, with requests like this one I usually do a little snippet for all of the slashers I do write for. But I like this idea a lot so without further ado…

P.S. this took me so much longer than I expected, I definitely got a little invested in these lol. I left out Thomas and Jesse but I may go back and add them at a later time idk yet.

-Fern🌿

Slashers x Possessive S/O

Michael Meyers

Your innocent and kind nature would be one of the things that made Michael interested in you. You were the first person to take the time to actually figure him out rather than checking him off as Evil™️ and treating him as such. He also likes the fact that he can easily make you flustered, it feeds his need for control. Knowing that he can simply press himself against you and leave you blushing both pleases and amuses him.

We all know that Michael is very possessive. He often stalks you while you’re at work or out in town running errands. At this point, it’s no longer because he feels the need to be predatory, he’s just making sure that what’s his is safe from any harm.

One night you had decided to go out with a few friends, which Michael wasn’t very excited about, but eventually he allowed it. It was one of those busy clubs/bars that had opened recently, so of course the place was crowded. This left Michael with no choice but to ditch the mask while he followed you, another thing he wasn’t happy about.

He ended up sitting on the other side of the place by himself with his eyes glued to you. He didn’t like you being around so many people. Michael was so focused on watching you that he had barely even noticed the woman walk up and make herself cozy in the seat opposite of him. Now his attention was on her while she grinned at him like the Cheshire Cat, pushing her cleavage together to make it more apparent in her already low cut dress.

Michael could’ve sworn that you had teleported, after all he had only take his eyes off of you for a second. Now you had your arms wrapped around him with your head resting on his neck. “Can we help you,” you asked the girl in front of you. Michael had never heard your voice sound so cold.

The girl began to twirl her hair, not deterred by the fact that you were running your hands over Michael. “I was just wondering what such a handsome man was doing here all by himself,” she purred. She attempted to reach forward and grab his hand but you were quick to smack it away before Michael could even move.

“He’s not here by himself he’s with me. And if I were you I would keep your hands to yourself and away from what’s mine.” After you said that it didn’t take long for Michael to drag you back home. To him it was your way of saying that you were in fact a permanent part of Michaels life. Plus you threatening someone when you’re usually so polite was a change of pace that left Michael wanting. You can definitely expect the girl to turn up missing on the news soon after that night as well.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms adored your innocence and kindness. You never hesitated to follow the rules and care for him, which is why he kept you around. After all he needs a nanny that is actually going to take care of him. Brahms also had an easy time revealing himself to you since after the initial shock of it all you were delighted to find out you weren’t being haunted and that you weren’t in a huge countryside mansion all by yourself.

Seeing as Brahms is a major introvert and goes absolutely feral if there’s someone new in his house that he hasn’t allowed you usually have nothing to worry about. However, suppose something happens where Malcolm has to leave for a few weeks, meaning that a new girl is assigned to deliver the groceries until Malcolm returns.

You were in the kitchen chopping up ingredients for lunch when she arrived for the first time. You had to admit that she was pretty, she was tall and athletic looking with perfect curls. It was hard for you to not notice that she was blonde, Brahms had a thing for blondes…

“So Malcolm told me that Brahms isn’t dead or a ghost, is that right?” You didn’t like the fact Malcolm had told this random girl about Brahms but you muttered in agreement anyways. She helped you put up the rest of the groceries in silence, not speaking again until she had opened the door to leave. “So is he hot? Usually people with this much money that aren’t old are always hot. If he is I might just have to stick around for a little while longer.”

That struck a nerve. “He’s not available,” you said sharply and she faltered. “What do you mean?” It was easy to tell she hadn’t expected that kind of answer, much less the attitude you had suddenly adopted. “He isn’t single. So although he is hot, trust me, I would know, you can’t have him. He’s mine.” She quickly apologized and left, slamming the door shut behind her. You could also hear Brahms moving around in the walls nearby, letting you know he must have heard everything.

Shortly after you found Brahms wrapped around you while you finished making lunch. “So now I’m yours hmm?” You could hear the amusement in his voice. You turned and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in for a kiss, one hand finding it’s way into his hair. After pulling away you told him, “You’ve always been mine Brahmsy. My good boy.” He let out a small whine at your praise, pulling you back in for another kiss.

Vincent Sinclair

You were Vincent’s muse. He absolutely adored you from the way you acted to the way you looked. To him there was no aspect of you that wasn’t perfect. In other words he was absolutely obsessed with you. After all, you did take care of him and even helped Bo keep Ambrose up and running.

It’s no secret that Vincent was shy, but he was definitely intimidating as well. So you knew that the girl in front of him that was doing a terrible job of flirting was only doing so in a poor attempt to make it out alive. Still, watching her twirl her hair and smile at him made something inside of you snap.

“Come on handsome, you got to want some kind of company. I’m sure you’re so lonely here all by yourself�� I could help with that.” She attempted to touch his chest but you grabbed her before she could. “Sorry,” you told her as you held both of her arms behind her back, “he already has someone keeping his bed warm. Didn’t your mother ever to tell you not to touch things that belong to other people?”

Vincent made quick work of knocking the girl out and carrying her down to the workshop. However, after dwelling on the thought he decided to just let Lester dispose of her body. He didn’t want to make you angry by turning her into a permanent wax figure for the town. Doesn’t mean that he won’t allow her to regain consciousness before killing her though, after all she needs to know her place.

Later on Vincent will make sure you never forget that he is yours the same way that you’re his. You can probably expect to have some trouble moving around the next day as well.

Bo Sinclair

Everyone knows that Bo is a major flirt. He enjoys watching the girls throw themselves at him, he just blames it on his “southern charm.” Although, he usually keeps you safely tucked up into the house whenever victims stumble into town. After all, “I can’t have my sweet angel in harms way now, can I?”

You never dwelled on how Bo dealt with victims, that was his business. Sure he had flirted with you a lot when you first showed up. Even now he was heavy on flirting and making inappropriate comments all the time. It was one of the things that made him Bo after all. So walking into his shop unaware of the newest batch of victims in town was a shock for you. Well not so much the victim part, it was finding Bo flirting with the girl leaning over the counter to display her cleavage that pissed you off.

She was smiling and blushing like she had a high school crush on the man in front of her. Not to mention Bo was unashamedly staring at everything she was flaunting. So yeah you were pissed, especially since he didn’t even seem to notice you were there. You quickly remembered the lunch you were holding in your hand, your reason for coming down here, and decided to use it to your advantage.

Instead of saying anything you just walked up behind him, setting his lunch on the counter right in front of the girl, effectively blocking his view of her boobs before wrapping your arms around him. Bo still didn’t shut up and acknowledge you so you decided to interrupt. “I brought you lunch baby.” The use of a pet name quickly made the girl Bo was flirting with falter.

“Oh, uhm, is this your girlfriend or something?” Before Bo could jump in you answered her. “Or something, I guess you could say. After all, he is my husband.” You looked up at Bo with the most lovesick expression you could put on your face as you pulled him in for a kiss. One kiss turned to two, to three, to a whole make out session in front of the poor girl. Bo’s hands began to roam around your body as well, making sure to squeeze all of his favorite parts of you.

When the two of you broke apart the girl was gone but Bo didn’t seem to notice. He was still to busy feeling you up. “Have I ever told you how fuckin’ sexy you are when you’re jealous? I’d never have guessed you had a possessive side to you angel.” You smiled knowing you now had his full attention, “Well surprise.”

He kissed you one more time, long and hard. “I promise we’ll continue this later up at the house. But right now I gotta go find that bitch n’ kill ‘er. You better be waitin’ on me when I get home darlin’.”

Billy Loomis

Billy was highly sought after by many girls due to his bad boy reputation. He always had girls throwing themselves at him wanting to be the one to fix him. You knew you didn’t have to worry, Billy wouldn’t leave you for someone else. He made it very clear that you were permanent. But still you couldn’t help but be irritated when they would flirt with him right in front of you.

You two were planning a movie night which meant a trip down to the video store. Apparently, Randy had the night off because some new girl was behind the counter. When the two of you first arrived she had been reading a magazine, not caring about the handful of people milling about. That was until she noticed Billy, not seeming to care that you were wrapped around his arm. She was watching him like a hawk.

You shifted uncomfortably, not liking the way she was staring down your boyfriend. Billy was observant and quickly noticed your discomfort. “Don’t worry about her babe, you know you’re the only person I’m into.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him, “Now, do you want to watch Friday the 13th or Nightmare on Elm Street?” You groaned, “Billy we’ve seen both of those movies a million times.” He smiled and held up Nightmare on Elm Street, “Well now we can watch this one and make it one million and one times.”

You rolled your eyes as he drug you to the checkout counter. The employee quickly perked up when she noticed Billy. “Will this be all for you hun?” She asked completely ignoring you. She didn’t even look down at what movie Billy had set on the counter before saying, “You have good taste, this is like one of my favorite movies ever. It’s a shame your little girlfriend doesn’t seem to like it though.”

“Cool, so who’s the main character?” You knew exactly what Billy was trying to do, elbowing him lightly. “Oh, uhm,” she finally looked down at the case, eyes lighting up, “oh, yeah it’s that really scarred dude!” Billy rolled his eyes, “No shit, what’s his name though.” You decided to have pity on the girl, “Ignore him, he’s a horror movie fanatic.” The girl mumbled, “Yeah no kidding.”

You smiled at Billy, using this as your chance to brag on the fact he’s yours. You knew him like no one else did. “He’s such a dork when it comes to the cinematography of these things but he’s my dork.” Billy hugged you from behind, “Yeah, whatever, you know you love me.”

Stu Macher

Stu absolutely loved throwing huge parties at his house. He was well liked and well known so it wasn’t unusual for a lot of people to show up, many of which you didn’t even know. Because so many people knew Stu, it also meant that they knew his family was pretty wealthy. It was pretty common to find girls hitting on him and since Stu loved attention he was prone to playfully flirting back.

Usually you would hang out with your friends during these parties, not being big on socializing with new people. Most of the time you didn’t worry about Stu wandering off, he would always show up at your side again at some point. Half the time when he would reappear you would have to pry him back off of you. He could be quite handsy at times.

Now the party was winding down and mostly everyone left was on the couch getting ready to watch a movie. You excused yourself, and headed to the kitchen to get another drink. You froze when you saw a girl running her hands all over Stu, he wasn’t making any move to push her away. You decided to help him out with that.

“Do you need something,” you asked her as Stu wrapped himself around you. “Are you his girlfriend?” Stu laughed, hopping up onto the counter. He pulled you up onto his lap, “Yeah she is dude. Isn’t she hot?” The girl scoffed, “Don’t you think that she’s a little… beneath you, Stu?”

That set you off. “I think that slutty little bitches like you need to keep your dirty hands away from what’s mine.” The girl rolled her eyes before storming out of the kitchen. You hopped out of Stu’s lap and turned to face him. “If you let mother whore rub all up on you like that again so help me I will be the next one to commit a murder in this house. Understand?” Stu stopped smiling, his goofy personality faltering for a second. He then saluted, “Yes ma’am.” You nodded. “Good.”

Stu jumped down and threw you over his shoulder, causing you to yelp. “You look extra hot when you’re fighting over me babe.” He quickly climbed the stairs and you pounded against his back. “You’re going the wrong way, the movie is downstairs.” He made it quickly to the bedroom, throwing you down on the king size bed with a huge grin. “We can make our own movie babe. I don’t know about you but I’m thinking romance,” he rambled, crawling on top of you. “Rated R of course.”

[piracytheorist]

everyperson in the fucking world of THG would have generational trauma though? because every district had to take part in the games, every district had their own shit to deal with (hello 11 and I doubt the mines in two were a barrel of laughs to work in if you weren't drafted to actually work for the Captiol) and Katniss and Peeta both got therapy (Dr whose name I remember but can't think of the spelling of)

Did they get therapy? I don't remember that part. Though again it's been about nine years since I read Mockingjay. But considering their trauma they would probably need long years of therapy.

Look, I'm not saying traumatized people shouldn't have children. I'm saying to not have them expecting them to make you happy. And idk, seeing Katniss' development in the story... she turned caring for Prim because her mother was too depressed to take care of them, so Katniss assumed the role of caring parent in the house, though still seeing herself as Prim's big sister. Then she bonds with Rue, and it's not because she feels motherly towards her, but again, because Rue reminds her of Prim and therefore her sisterly instincts kick in.

Throughout the books, she never stops for a moment to think how her life will be like with a family of her own. Yes she fears that her children might get reaped, but it never struck me as her saying "I so wish I had children, but I worry about them getting reaped into the hunger games". It struck me as her simply not wanting children.

Maybe it's just me, because I don't want children, and there are times that I catch myself asking why people keep having children in such a horrible world that we're in... and I kinda think there is a moment in the books where Katniss has the same thought? I mean, I understand that there are people who want to have children and bring them into this world with the hope that they can provide them with the best circumstances they can give. But I'm not like that, and throughout the three books, I couldn't peg Katniss for that either.

And the fact that Peeta spent, what was it, fifteen years trying to convince her to have children, fifteen entire years after Capitol had fallen and the hunger games had ceased to exist... and she was still unsure until she felt her baby move inside her. She had agreed to pregnant, and it took until the baby could move inside her (which according to a quick search is at four months of pregnancy) for her to go like "Oh I want to be a mother".

I'm not saying she or Peeta would be bad parents. It just screams amatonormativity to me, you know? Heteronormativity in this case, too. It's the trope where a woman cannot be happy without a husband and kids by her side. And I dislike the epilogue because Katniss was so openly indifferent to gender roles, so caring for other people but at the same time never expressing the desire to have children, that suddenly seeing her get pulled into a grossly misogynistic stereotype left me with a bitter taste in my mouth.

Again, not saying that it's misogynistic if you're a woman and you want to end up with a spouse and children, or if you enjoy fictional female characters of that kind. You do you. But it's misogynistic to depict female characters like that all the time in the media.