#and then they would make a video and tag me

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B.A.S.

Max Verstappen x Model!Reader

Summary : Max has a girlfriend, you have a boyfriend… guess you both ain’t shit

Currently playing : B.A.S by Megan Thee Stallion

Warnings : toxic Max, toxic reader, toxic Daniel, everyone toxic (in a funny way), suggestive content, implied cheating (don’t cheat y’all), fade to black ending

this is so rushed but I couldn’t get the idea out of my head but I also have so much uni work to catch up on so here you go.

Blah blah blah please do not hate on Kelly Piquet I don’t know her and neither do you, this is fiction.

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user1 what a race

user4 17th to 1st I know that’s right

user7 patiently waiting for the comment from y/n

— user8 why do y’all always bring her up

— user7 her and max are fucking and you can’t convince me otherwise

— user8 you guys are actually deranged

yourusername so proud of our boy 💙🤎

— user7 you see what I’m seeing @/user8

— user8 okay our boy is insane work

— user9 oh my god

— user10 these are fighting words

— user11 our boy?? OUR?? O-U-R?? Kelly and y/n sister wives confirmed??

— user17 Kelly I’ve never liked you but if you wanna deck her imma look the other way for 5 minutes

— user3 idgi she’s just being nice ???

— user4 being nice is saying well done… with this comment she may as well post a tape of her and max doing the devil’s dance in 69 different positions

— user5 now you know this just plain disrespectful 😭 😭

— user19 the girlies are fighting🤭🤭

— user21 ik max giggling and kicking his feet rn

danielricciardo so proud of our boy 💙🤎

— user7 now what you out here being messy for??

— user11 I know him and y/n are cackling to each other on FaceTime rn

— user15 not them tag teaming her… give her a min to get up 😭

— user25 danny pls spill the tea what do you know!

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user5 the picture of you and max b4 the one of you and your man… can someone say messy

user6 te amo Brazil? Or te amo your boyfriend??? Or te amo Max????? like pls girl help us understand 😭

yourboyfriendsuser we need to come back for a baecation ♥️

— user7 lmao he’s fighting for his life 🤭 he rlly said let’s go back just us two

— user9 you just know he barely saw her all week

user12 I love toxic girls! Love to see women in male dominated fields fr fr

maxverstappen1 💙

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— user7 naurrrrrrrr 😭 😭

— user8 Kelly Piquet found dead

— user12 okay but like actually what is going on??????? like genuinely??? does anyone know??

danielricciardo lmao

user27 after god fear women cause wtf is going on 😭

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— user8 you might as well have called her a trifling hoe

— user10 lmao a song about cheating and being toxic and you were just like I’ll call y/n, she’s perfect

user7 I don’t care that she’s a weirdo, your honour I love her!

— user16 the thing is I don’t think anyone actually dislikes her 😭 I think ppl are actually amused by her antics

— user14 keep in mind her antics are publically cheating on her boyfriend with a guy who has a partner and a step kid 😅😅😭

— user16 allegedly!

user28 me personally I would love to have a timeline of her and max’s situationship…. Cause like how do they even know eachother?

— user17 apparently she used to do karting??

— user24 yk childhood friends make so much sense as to why Kelly can’t get rid of her

maxverstappen1 😃😅

— user14 oh my god, this is basically confirmation right? RIGHT?!

— user12 max you may as well have commented yes we’re fucking

— user13 men are so stupid… cause y/n just pulled of the most amazing troll (is it still trolling if it’s true???) and now you wanna ruin it

user32 girl!!???? Oh my god!!?? I’m sorry??!! Like this deserves jail oh my god

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Wizard101 Pov: you're scrolling on spiralblr some point around arc 2

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I'm never going on a field trip again THEY PUT ME IN A FUCKIBG ZOO

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A field trip to a zoo doesn't seem too bad??

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No you misheard me. I'm not at the zoo, I'm in the zoo. As in, I'm in one of the cages and people are taking pictures of me.

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Can there stop being attacks on the spiral for FIVE FUCKING MINUTES????

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YES.

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ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

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🌋 spawnofhellhound Follow

Idk if I'm just dumb but I truly don't understand colonization in the spiral. Like you travel through time and space and through the stars and find an entirely different world doing just fine and you say, "that's mine now" ???????

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spiralblr simplifying and overexageratting other worlds' problems. why am I not surprised.

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NOT WHAT WE'RE CALLED

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stopped by the back of ravenwood for the first time in a while and malorn ashthorn was there still lmao I guess it makes sense for the younger students to be taught there so they don't have to go all the way to nightside but what a flashback

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If you think I'm mentally prepared to take on the real world after Ravenswood you got another thing coming. I'm guarding that pit til I die.

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ok first of all didnt know you have spiralblr hi second of all does....does ambrose know you're still squatting there teaching the younger students?

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Titan knows. I don't think that man leaves his office. I get a sack of gold each month but I think gamma is in charge of finance.

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The owl? That's why my student loans got fucked up 🤦‍♂️

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ew, what is a specieist doing here

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I am sick and tired of all you pretend activists calling me marleyboner. It's literally a slur. Idc if you think it's funny to shit on worlds you deem ~problematic~ but disrespecting an entire world's name like that is unacceptable.

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this you?

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i love posts where you can see exactly why the op is deactivated

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listen i have nothing against wizards visiting celestia but if you do can you please use a mount that makes sense for the area. yall have no idea how terrifying it is when you leave your house with your crab friends and a fucking horse starts swimming toward you.

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about to go fight this wizard in the spiral cup ill post the video later

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i got my ass beat bruh im not posting that shit

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Why we should have expected the y**ng w*z*rd destroying Azteca (part 1)

yw crit under the cut

i have to put something here but i do not have the energy to write an entire essay from ladyorielfan23's perspective so imagine a super angry rant here about how problematic the young wizard is omg why would you say that ladyorielfan23 also my apologies for fucking up the lore in the last dashboard simulator i have no idea what this game's plot is

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i didn't want to talk about this but oh my god people really love being ableist? im shocked

this video. did we already talk about how ableist this is? all the comments defend the creator and oh my god?? no everyone defending them uses the argument "but its fictional and the crew had little suplements!! thats why they drew him like that!!" pony express didn't give them a fifth cryo thing, do you fr believe they would give them DOG talking buttons? are we really comparing disabled people to PETS? for me, this comment says it all

a GOOD example of helping curly communicate is @/nakakabaliw 's comic, just like the creator of this video, they added angst, and didnt low curly to a animal. im sorry for ruining my blog's mood and throwing this in the tag, but its horrenduous how people see this and defend it

its so frustrating how people are so quick to infantilize and dehumanize disabled people. the video itself doesn't even make sense, as it would be extremely harmful for curly since his nerves are completely eposed and pressing down on them would hurt even more. im sure there are 100other ways the creator could have drawn his idea and not humiliate and dehumanize him like this. the creator ignored disabled people, as far as i know didn't apologize nor took down the video, yet people come with the "the creator is a person too" so are disabled people. its literally specified on the video title, DOG toys!!

so, summary, it doesn't make sense, is very condescending, i found more than 5 disabled people saying its uncomfortable for them.

just because mouthwashing is a horror game doesnt mean you can do horrendous stuff too

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Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader

Word count- 4.6k

Includes- Oral, brief blow job, missionary, JK has sex while playing video games, argument, pussy eating, cum eating, sex, makeup sex, missionary, cock riding, from behind, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Jungkook POV

“C'mon Jo, stop”, I say

“Kookie!”, she whines

“Baby, not now”

She moves away from kissing my neck to sit next to me

“Kookie! You’ve been playing that game for over an hour! Why did you ask me to come here if you’re gonna play that stupid game the whole time?”

“It’s not stupid. I’m almost done”, I answer

“You said that an hour ago”

I don’t answer her

I know she’s right but I can’t stop right now

She's pouting and she’s so adorable

She comes back over to me and starts pulling at my pants

“Baby!”

“Oh shush Kookie. I’m not asking you to stop playing. Just take your pants and boxers off”

I roll my eyes but stand, still pounding the buttons on the controller

She pulls down my pants and boxers

I step out of them then immediately sit down, eyes glued to the screen

I’m just about to beat the high score and be number 1

Then I feel her mouth on my cock, sucking on me and I jump

“Jesus”, I yelp

“You were already hard and I’m bored”, she says then goes back to sucking on me

Fuck

It feels so goddamn good

I’m having a hard time concentrating on the game

I want both but I can’t do both at the same time

She moves her head all the way down and my cock goes in her throat

God, she’s so good at blow jobs. I’ve never had anyone give me ones like she does

She sucks and licks me the same time and I moan while trying to steady my hands to keep playing

After a few minutes she stops

“Seriously? I thought that would get get you to stop.”

“Sss…sorry”, I say, missing her mouth on me, “But I can’t stop now”

“Unbelievable.”, she yells, “Whatever I’m going home.”

She walks around me, on her way to the door

Fuck

I don’t want her to leave

I want her here, that’s why I asked her to come

Shit

Then I get an idea and I pause the game

I get up and grab her arm

“Wait baby”, I say

“Oh you’re finally done?”, she rolls her eyes

“Uh no. But I have an idea”

I pull her to me and kiss her

Then I pull her pants and panties down

I pull her to the floor with me and lay her on her back

I open her legs and thrust inside her

We both moan

Fucking hell, she feels incredible.

I start moving in and out of her, our moans getting loud

I grab the controller and unpause the game, fucking her while I play

“You have got to be kidding!”

“Shh baby. It feels good right?”, I ask

“Yea”

“I can do both at once, so let me”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah baby. Just hold your legs open and I can make you feel incredible”

“You’re not even paying attention to me”

“Please baby? Just let me do this”, I ask

“Fine”

I move harder and she moans

God it feels so good, I just want to close my eyes and feel her

But I can’t, I have to win

I’m extremely competitive and I know it’s a fault

Because I’ll put winning a game over sex with my girlfriend

“Harder Kookie. I need more”, she whines

I move harder

I keep playing the game while moaning at the same time

It’s getting more difficult in the game and I have to concentrate harder to win

“Jungkook”, she yells, slapping at my side

“Huh?”

“You stopped moving”

“What?”

“You stopped moving!”

I glance down at her and she looks annoyed

“Oh sorry baby”, I say, then start moving again

“Almost. Almost”, I whisper

The pleasure from her is taking over but I just have one thing left in the game

I want to throw this fucking controller down and fuck her so hard but I can’t

I need to win

I make the right maneuvers and I win just as I cum in her

“Yes!”, I scream from winning and the intense pleasure, dropping the controller and grabbing her hips, holding her to me

After, I move back and pull out

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”, she yells

I look down and I know I fucked up from her face

“Uh Jo..”

“Shut up”, she roars, getting up

“Jo, I’m sorry, I….I..”

“Don’t Jungkook. I don’t care what you have to say.”

I fucked up really bad

She pulls on her underwear and pants

“Where are you going?”

“To get the fuck away from you”, she snaps

“Nnn..no don’t go”

She gives me a dirty look, opens the door and walks out

I scramble pulling on my pants and run after her

I catch up to her in the living room

“Joanne, wait”, I call as I grab her arm and turn her around

“No”, she yanks her arm from me

“Please don’t go.”

“No Jungkook. I came here to see you. I tried to get you to pay attention to me. But all you cared about was your stupid game!”

She’s right

She did try to get my attention

She tried to talk to me, hug me, kiss me and give me a blow job

But I ignored her

For a game

That is now looking more and more stupid to me

“I’m sorry”

“No you’re not! You fucking had sex with me while you were playing the game! You weren’t even paying attention to me. Then you fucking cum and leave me laying there. I’m not some whore who you can just use for sex and to get off while you’re doing something else. And the sex sucked by the way. You didn’t even get me remotely close to being turned on.”

Damn that hurts

She usually screams from how good it is

But that’s not the worse thing that bothers me

She can’t really think I see her as a whore?

I mean I messed up but I would never think that about her

“Joanne..”

“No Jungkook. Fuck you. You always do this”, she shouts, “You always ignore me for some stupid game or sport or something idiotic that you can do later. I’m sick of it”

She turns and walks to the door

“Oh and let me tell you something Jungkook. If you want to act like a kid and play video games all fucking day, then don’t have a fucking girlfriend!”

She slams the door and in seconds I hear her driving away

Did she just..

Did she break up with me?

“Damn”, I hear Tae say

I glance in the living room and I pale as I see the guys sitting there watching me

They’re watching a movie and we interrupted them

They heard everything

“You fucked her while playing a video game and didn’t even get her off?”, Yoongi asks incredously

“Nevermind that, he picked a video game over her? Her?”, Hobi says in disbelief, “Have you seen your girlfriend Jungkook?”

“I think she broke up with you, man”, Jimin adds

“I think so too”, I whisper, my eyes filling with tears

I walk away from them and to my room

I can’t lose her

I love her

She’s everything to me

We’ve been together for six years, since we were sixteen, when we met at school and fell in love

She stayed with me through everything with BTS, even when it was hard and I didn’t have much time for her

She's the only girl I love

The only girl I want

The girl I want to marry and spend my life with

Why did I have to be so stupid?

She’s right, I do do this all the time Sometimes I don’t have a lot of time to spend with her because of how big we are

Our schedules are packed

So I should be spending all the time I have free with her and only her

But there’s always a video game I want to play or something else and I don’t spend as much time with her as I should

I haven’t been a good boyfriend to her lately

And she’s had enough

But the thought of not being with her scares the crap out of me

I want her forever

I love her so much

I can’t see my future without her

I can’t see me without her

I can’t see her with someone else

It’ll kill me

I have to fix this

Somehow, I have to fix it.

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She hasn’t answered any of my calls or texts in the last three days

And we’re so busy getting ready for a tour that I have no time to go to her apartment

I’ve begged her to answer me, to text me back or answer the phone

But nothing

I really fucked everything up this time

But today I asked Namjoon if I could have a few hours to go see her and try to fix this

He was cool with it so I’m on my way to her apartment

It’s Saturday

She’s a teacher and she doesn’t work on Saturdays

I get to her door and I’m so scared

I hope she talks to me

I’ve been miserable without her these past three days

I miss her so much

I knock on her door and wait

A minute later, the door unlocks

It opens and she’s standing there

Rolling her eyes

“What do you want?”

I wince

Yeah she’s still mad

“Uh I wanna talk to you”, I mumble

“Oh now you want to talk to me? You done with you’re video games and now you want me? Yeah sorry but I’m busy right now.”, she snaps

“Oh uh, what are you doing? Can I just talk to you for five minutes?”

“No. I’m busy playing a video game, so I can’t now.”

That stings

That’s how I probably sound when I say it to her

No wonder she’s mad

“Please Jo?”, I beg

Another eye roll

“Whatever, you can talk while I play”

She turns and walks away into her apartment

I follow and close the door. When I get to the living room, she’s on the couch playing a game on her Nintendo switch that I bought her

I sit next to her but she ignores me

“Uh Jo? Can you talk to me?”

She waves her hand, “Yeah talk, I’m listening”

Her eyes never move from the game

I start talking anyway

“Joanne, I’m sorry. I messed up and I want to fix it. I should of put the game away when you got to the dorm. I was just so obsessed with winning that I ignored you. Then trying to have sex while playing the game was a bad idea. I honestly wanted to throw the controller down when we were… but I couldn’t. It’s my stupid obsession that made me not do it and I’m sorry."

She doesn’t answer and when I look at her, she’s still absorbed in the game

I don’t know if she even heard me

And I’m getting pissed

I’m trying to make everything better and she’s not listening

"Joanne!”, I yell

“Huh?”, she says, still playing

Not even looking at me

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Wait what? Oh yeah, I heard you”, she answers

“What did I say?”

“Uh something about you wanting to win.”

Unbelievable

She didn’t listen to a damn thing

I’m fucking pissed

I reach out to grab the game and she says in a serious voice, “Touch my game and I’ll break your arm.”

I gape at her and she slowly looks up at me

“Don’t fucking like it huh?”

“W..what?”

“You don’t like it when I’m not paying attention to you or not listening to you while I’m doing something else right? It bothers you? Makes you feel like you’re talking to a wall? Like you’re not important? Like something else as dumb as a game is more important than you?”

No, I don’t like it

It hurts and it’s messed up

Then I realize…..she…she did it on purpose

She ignored me on purpose

“You..you did…”, I start

“Yeah I did.”, she interrupts, “I did it on purpose so you know what it’s like. What it’s like being in a relationship with you. What it feels like to be constantly ignored.”

I don’t have any words to say

She tosses me the switch and I look at it

It’s not even on

“But unlike you, I still listened to what you said. I heard everything. And you know what? It’s too fucking late Jungkook.”

No, she can’t mean that

“You couldn’t even last five fucking minutes of me ignoring you before you got pissed and tried to take the game away. I’ve dealt with that for years and I’m sick of it. I don’t need a boyfriend whose going to ignore me or make me feel like I’m not important or choose a fucking game over me. Especially when he doesn’t have much time to spend with me in the first place. I can find someone else who can treat me better than you.”

Those words are like a punch to my heart

Because it’s true

That’s the worst part

She’s not lying at all

And I feel horrible

I hated every second of her ignoring me and it was only for a short period of time

She must feel like I did all the time

I don’t want her to leave me or find another person

I can fix everything

“So you can leave now Jungkook. I’m done.”

“No”, I finally say, tears threatening to spill from my eyes, “No Joanne, I’m not leaving. I love you”

She snorts, “You don’t act like it. Words mean nothing Jungkook if you act the complete opposite from what you’re saying”

“I’m sorry Joanne. I can fix it. I’m sorry it had to come to me feeling what you feel to make me realize that I fucked up but I can make it better. I won’t ignore you, I swear. I won’t pick a stupid game over you. I swear”

She starts shaking her head and my heart is squeezing in my chest

“Please Jo, please. Give me another chance. Please. You’re the most important thing in my life and I love you so much. I’m so so sorry I hurt you but I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Just please baby don’t leave me. I can’t be without you.”, I beg, tears falling from my eyes

I’ll do whatever she wants

I don’t care

I’ll get on my hands and knees and beg her

I love her so much

There isn’t any other girl for me

Just her

I don’t want anyone else

“Please baby. You’re all I want. I don’t want anyone else. Just you”

I can see hesitation in her eyes and I pray that she agrees to stay

She takes a breath and the silence is fucking tearing me apart

“If it happens again Jungkook, I’m done for good. Nothing you say will make me stay. You have one chance. That’s it. Don’t fuck up, don’t make me regret this.”, she says quietly

Relief floods my body. I instantly move closer to her and pull her to me, hugging her tightly

It takes a few seconds but when she puts her arms around me and hugs me back just as tightly, I feel like I can breathe again

I got her back

And I’m not fucking up this time

I won’t let myself

Because I won’t be without her

Ever

I pull away from the hug and look at her beautiful face

“I love you”, I tell her

She smiles a small smile, “I love you Jungkook. So much. That’s why is hurts so much when you ignore me. I want you so much but you rather play a game than be with me”

“Not anymore baby. I promise. I swear I’ll never ignore you again ok?”

She nods

I move her hair out of the way and I kiss her gently on her soft lips

I’m so happy when she kisses me back

The kiss becomes more heated and I love the feeling of her tongue on mine

I push her back on the couch, my lips still on hers

I kiss the side of her mouth, her jaw and her neck

“Jungkook… I don’t think..” , she starts

“Shhh baby. I messed up last time we were together. You said you weren’t even turned on. So I’m gonna fix that.”

She whimpers and I smirk against her skin

“I’m going to make you feel so good baby. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll be screaming for more.”, I say between kisses to her neck, shoulder, collarbone and chest

She moans

“I’m gonna make you cum so much, you won’t be able to move after. I’m gonna make everything up to you. All I want is to hear you scream from how much you love it. Ok?”

She nods, little moans slipping out

I want to make her feel amazing

Ever since the last time, I’ve been feeling upset that she didn’t enjoy any part of it

So tonight is all about her

I’m just going to enjoy how she feels and listening to her

I don’t need to orgasm, I want her too. A lot

And I’m gonna make it happen

I pull her shirt off and unclasp her bra, running my tongue across her nipple and feel it get hard

I start sucking on it and she moans loudly making my cock hard

Fuck, I love listening to her

She sits up and rips my shirt over my head, kissing me hard

I kiss her for a minute then push her back down

I trail kisses down her body to her stomach, where I leave hickeys on her skin

Seeing the marks I give her get me off

I pull at her pants, kissing further down her body

When I get to the top of her pants, I kiss her skin as I slowly pull her panties and pants down

I lock my mouth on her clit the second her pants are low enough

“Fuck!”, she cries

I suck on it and her body shakes

Jesus

I love her reaction to me

I keep sucking and licking her clit while I pull the rest of her pants down

I have to stop and sit up to get everything completely off

Then I tear her legs open and attach my tongue to her pussy

“Kookie!”, she yells and holy shit, I love the way she tastes

I missed it so much

When I lay my tongue flat against her and lick, she shouts loudly

Her hands go into my hair and it feels good

My hair is super long now and I love when she plays with it

And pulls it

I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her legs open wider so I can get more of her

Eating her out is one of my favorite things to do

“Kookie…I…Kookie”, she moans

I clamp my lips on her clit again and suck hard

I know she’s close and I get so excited

The way her cum tastes blows me away

She’s fucking delicious and I can’t get enough of it

“Jesus, Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”, she yells as she cums

I move my tongue and lick her pussy, tasting her and moaning when her cum hits my tongue

“Fuck baby, you taste so goddamn good.”, I moan

She whines as I keep going. My tongue slides up and I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue over and over

I know this drives her crazy

I know her body so well. I know what can make her insane

What can make her cum instantly

What can make her cum again and again

Within a minute, she’s pulling my hair hard and moaning, orgasming again

I keep licking her in the same place and she cums again

So good

“Fuck Jungkook, I love your tongue. It feels so fucking good.”

I smile

“Yeah baby? I love tongue fucking you. You’re pussy is my favorite place to be”

Another cry comes from her mouth

“Make me cum again Jungkook. I want to cum again.”, she begs

God, it’s so hot when she begs

“Where do you want to cum?”, I tease

I also want to hear her say it

It gets me off

“On your tongue baby. In your fucking beautiful mouth”, she cries

“Yeah Jo. I want you to cum there too. So give it to me.”

I slip my tongue in her pussy and lick her there

She loves that

“Jungkook!”, she screams, coming on my tongue and tasting fucking amazing

I move away, stand up and grab her, throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her to her room

I also sneak an ass slap in there too and she giggles

That sound is adorable

I throw her on her bed on her back, taking my pants and boxers off in record time and before she knows it, I have her legs open and I’m slamming in her

“God Jungkook”, she yells

I start moving fast, in and out, feeling her tighten on me

Fuck

She feels so fucking incredible

I can’t believe I chose a fucking dumb ass game over her

Over sex with her. I must have been fucking high or fucking brain dead that day

I’ll never choose a video game or anything over sex with her, especially if she wants it and wants to give it to me

Hell, I’ll never choose anything over her again

No matter what

I watch her breathing hard and sweating while I work her body good

“I want my baby girl to cum again”

“Mmmmmmm”, she moans

“Come on baby girl. Cum on my cock. Now”

I watch her cum when I tell her to, her body arching off the bed and her screams music to my ears

“Yeah baby. Keep going”

I feel her clench me again, coming right away

“Fuck Jungkook.”

“You feel so good baby. I love the way your pussy squeezes my cock.”

I hold her legs open and snap my hips, burying myself deeper in her

I’m looking for something, something I can always find to make her go insane

I slam in again and I hit the place that can make her cum instantly

“Yeah baby, I got it”, I smirk, pounding that one area repeatedly, hard and fast

“You ready baby because your gonna cum non stop now”

I thrust in again

“Jungkook!”

She orgasms, her whole body shaking

I fucking love watching her

I pound in again, making sure I hit her where she loves, making her cum again within a few seconds

I slam again

She cums

Another thrust

Another orgasm

Another hit

More orgasm

I’m not even tired, I can do this all day

Feel her all day

Listen to her all day

I pull out, sit back and throw her down on my cock

I lift her up and slam her down again and again, pound into that spot making her cum again, a second time and a third time in this position

“Fuck Jo, how much do you love me making you feel this good?”

“A l..”, she starts but at that second I bring her down hard and she releases again, shouting my name

“A lot baby”, she finally answers

“I’m the only one who can make you cum this much”, I yell

“Yes….fuck”, she shouts as her orgasm rips through her

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, Jungkook no! I want…ahhhhhh”, she screams going over the edge

“I want you to kkkkk….keep making me cum!”, she moans loudly

“Good girl”

I bring her down again and again she cums

I pull her off me and turn her around on all fours

Then I ram into her from behind

She puts her face into a pillow and screams

“Open more baby.”

She spreads her legs open wider so I can get deeper

I find her spot immediately and continue to hit there, making her orgasm over and over

Her screams are muffled because she’s screaming in the pillow

I don’t like that

I want to hear her

“Give me the pillow Jo. I want to hear you scream from the fucking pounding I’m giving you”

I grab the pillow from her and her beautiful screams fill my ears

I reach around and use my fingers to play with her clit while I fuck her

I love playing with her body

“Jungkook, Jungkook!”, she cries and explodes again

I move harder but this time I wanna tease her

Because the pleasure is astounding and I want to feel more

“Don’t cum baby.”

“Wha…what?”, she chokes out

“Don’t cum until I tell you. I wanna see if you can be a good girl and listen”

“Bbbbut…but”, she stutters

“But what? You’re not gonna be a good girl for me?”

“Yes…yes Kookie…I’ll be a good girl….I’ll try…”, she answers

I slam in deeper, harder

Just after that one thrust, I feel her about to lose it

“No baby”

“Hhhhhhh”, she whines

She manages to stop herself

But after a few more rams, she starts tightening up again

“I said no Jo!”

“Jungkook!”, she growls

“You have to wait now baby. I let you cum so much already. You can wait a few minutes.”

I thrust in a few more times and she cries, “Jungkook, I can’t…I can’t…hhh..”, she trails off

I feel her trying so hard not to cum

My poor baby

So I let her

“Cum now”, I yell and she instantly orgasms

“JUNGKOOK!”, she screams

I watch my cock go in and out of her

She came so many times and my cock is covered with it

It’s a fucking amazing sight and I can’t hold back

The pleasure of her pulling and clenching me is too much

“Baby, can I cum? Please baby? Can you let me?”, I beg

I won’t if she says no but I hope she says yes

“Make me cum one more time Kookie, then you can”

She looks over her shoulder at me with an evil smirk

She’s so evil and I love it

I pound faster in her, slamming into her over and over

She tightens on me, screaming as she climaxes again, causing me to cum in her right away

It’s fucking fantastic

“Fuck Jungkook”

“God, Joanne! Joanne!”

“Jungkook, fuck , fuck, yes!”

I pull out and collapse next to her. Her body is still shaking, she’s face down and she’s breathing really hard. I pull her closer, kissing her shoulder, then laying my head on it

Her skin is hot so I blow on it, moving her sweaty hair off of her back and neck

“I love you Joanne”, I whisper to her

“I Love you Jungkook”, she says sleepily while running my fingers in her hair, putting her to sleep

I’ll let her sleep a little before I wake her up with another orgasm

I told her I’d make her cum all night and I will

She turns her head to me, with her eyes closed. I kiss her cheek and she smiles

“Sing to me Kookie. Please?”, she asks

“Ok baby.”

I start singing, “Euphoria” to her.

For me, the song is all about her

She’s the reason for my happiness

She’s my everything, my world

And I’m never letting her go

I watch her, as I sing my girl to sleep.

Then I lay my head on her back and fall asleep too

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Little Red

Summary: You're a little pissed off at one of your partners, but he of course, makes up for it.

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Parings: Wade x Reader x Logan

Warnings: Mention of sex. That’s it really. Heavy foul language?

Word Count: 2004

(I don't check for grammar, I'm too lazy for that shite)

“They’re in my sights, I’m moving in.” You look down at him from above the dark bridge, gun trained on the enemy as Wade moves in, gun pointed in their direction as they search for both of you, and you grin, you had them cornered and they didn’t even know it.

“Wait…” You mumble, sweeping your gun over the area again. “I thought there was three…”

“Shit-“ Then you hear it, the gun as it shoots you right in the back, your gun powering down for the next 10 seconds.

Fucking laser tag.

“Haha, I got you!” Peter pokes your forehead, pushing your head back playfully before running off for the last five seconds you had left, waiting for your gun to power back up.

Were you winning? Absolutely. Were you having fun? Most definitely. Should you all be out on a mission right now? We don’t talk about that.

There’s arcade music as your gun powers back up, and you immediately go back into ‘Call of Duty mode,’ as you like to call it, treating it as if it was a real mission and you didn’t just get shot in the back.

Turning a corner you see a blue glow, that meant Wade was there, your other partner having left already claiming the game wasn’t fair to them. Just because they’re blind, doesn’t mean it’s impossible.

“One is in the back left corner of the room, I’ll get the two on the opposite bridge.” Wade tells you, crouch running to get to the other side, cause who really gives a fuck about no running rules in laser tag rooms? Once the gun is in your hand and the vest is strapped around your front, the rules no longer apply, it was every man, or woman, for themselves, and you took it pretty damned seriously.

You turn the corner, the end of your gun pointed ahead with only 12 seconds left on the little screen, and so you rush it, moving into a jog to get to the end, searching for Kurt, and finding Peter, shooting him straight in the side while he’s looking up at Wade, satisfied with the 10 second time out, that meant he was done about 7 seconds early, so you pass him, ignoring the stupid look of defeat he gives you. You always start, and end with the first and last shot, and you always win. Today would not be the day you lost. So with your gun at the ready, you spot Kurt, he’s got his gun trained up where Wade is, you can tell by the blue glow, and he was waiting for Wades vest to pop up, but you knew it wasn’t going to, so you get close enough for the gun to catch onto the sensors, and you pull the trigger, but it doesn’t push down, instead of the classic video game gun sound, there’s a power down button as the lights turn on, cancelling out the neon and black lights, a groan leaving your throat.

“Why didn’t you shoot me?” Kurt laughs, standing up and looking at Wade again who was now scaling his way down the bridge over to you, Kurt, Peter, and Jane. Scott had also left the room because he was scared of lasers.

“I thought I had enough time for a takedown!” You smile largely, Wade coming up from behind you and lifting you around the waist, waddling awkwardly as he walks you to the exit.

You get out, looking up at the scoreboard. As usual, flawless accuracy, and the most points, you sigh. Thank you Clint. The winning team? Well, Wade picking you up and twirling you like a princess is enough to answer that question, obviously the blue team won. Meaning 500 tickets would be sent into your wristband, and your team wouldn’t be able to play again for thirty more minutes.

“Who won?” Al comes up behind you smiling, holding the big stuffie that she wants to believe is a teddy bear, no one had the heart to tell her…

“Uh, who do you think won?” Wade wiggles his finger directly in front of Al’s face.

“Judging by your hot breath on my face regardless of the mask, I’m assuming you and little red won?” Little red. You love Wade, but God that nickname was getting to be a bit much.

“You’re just mad you couldn’t see.”

“Bitch I got more shots than you probably.”

“Which would be impressive if your kill to death ratio wasn’t seven to twenty three.”

“Girls, come on, the pizza should be ready, and Logan should be here any minute now.” You grab Wades gloved hand, and you gently guide Althea over to the table where Scott was sitting, a small cup of tickets on the table, and a large box of pizza, only two missing. But you weren’t hungry, you were just excited to see Logan.

“Face it, he’s not coming.” Jane nudges you, grabbing a slice for herself, but you were pretty dedicated to looking towards the door, hoping his grumpy ass would peek in at any minute now. But to no avail.

“After this, we should do the race track.” Wade points at Kurt with the tip of his pizza, the weird bastard was eating it crust first. As if Wade couldn’t get weirder.

“Ze race track?” Kurt lifts the two litre bottle of coke, pouring it into a styrofoam cup with some ice that was half melted as you look down at your watch. Logan should’ve been there by now, he promised he’d be there… Surely he didn’t forget. Right?

“Yea, I mean one of us is bound to beat little red in racing, right?” Wade chuckles, looking at you looking at the doors.

“Right? Little red?” You feel a hand on your shoulder and you throw on a smile. “You can’t be good at racing too.”

“Actually, Tony Stark taught me himself.” Is what you would’ve said, but you’ll pass on that for now, those are stories for another time. “Wade, I will kick all of your asses in racing… I could beat you all with my eyes closed.” He smiles.

“Wanna give that a try?”

“No, I wanna go outside for a moment…” You answer quickly, it sounded almost sarcastic, but by the way Wade's chest heaves up and down in a silent heavy sigh, you know he’s disappointed. You were completely reliant on Logan, but you couldn’t help it. That bitch saved your life. And he wouldn’t even show up to an arcade for you now. “I just need a breather…” Wade nods, letting you go, a pat on the shoulder for comfort.

“Well, we’re gonna go practice rounds with five year olds as a replacement, and maybe we can even get Al driving. I'd love to see what she looks like behind a wheel completely unaware of another car in front of her.” You chuckle dryly, taking a step back.

“I’ll be right there, I promise.” You mumble the promise, stepping out of the large arcade and you go over to your truck, climbing into the bed and then onto the roof, sitting with your legs crossed as you open your phone, first checking Logan’s location, which as usual, was turned off. So you call him.

It rings.

And rings.

And rings.

And guess what?

It fucking rings.

You groan, opening your texts with him, the last one he sent being, “I’ll be there baby, I promise. Tell Wade I love him too.” Which makes you feel a wave of hurt just stroke through your body.

You call the number again for some reason. And it rings, and rings. Then it doesn’t.

“What the fuck?” Did this motherfucker just decline my call? Who the fuck does he think he is? You call back, and this time it only rings once before it’s sent straight back to voicemail. So again, you call, same thing. So you call again and again until you’re sure his voice box would be full of frustrated grumbles and groans from your side. “You motherfucking bitch…” Is what’s in the last voicemail until you open your camera app. Only to discover a fucking wall.

And that was it.

You hop off the roof of your truck, opening the door and starting the engine, letting it roar to life despite the snow as you buckle up quickly and swing out of the parking lot. You were not letting this motherfucker ignore you.

You take a sharp turn, speeding down the roads when you could, the little sticker on the back of your licence plate a warning for police not to pull you over.

“What the fuck could this ancient piece of art be possibly hiding from me?” You start yelling at nothing, wishing Wade was sitting next to you. “You save the fucking world with someone and you think you know a guy… especially one that’s been fucking inside of you.” You’re talking to the snow on your windshield now. You knew you’d get attached when you agreed to being in a relationship with Wade and Logan. You’re latched onto the two unkillable fucks like a leech, and until they see you when you’re out of your prime, you weren’t going anywhere, and they sure as hell weren’t gonna push you away. Especially not on the birthday that they all promised to be at. Which honestly, if it was just you, Wade, and Logan, you would’ve been completely satisfied. But with Logan missing, it just felt like a teenage hangout, Wade counting as a child.

You pull off the road, driving up the gravel quickly to the little cabin the three of you had put together, and you turn off the engine of the truck, throwing yourself out of the drivers seat, jamming the keys into the front door, and you push it slab of wood open, basically slamming it behind you before you freeze at the red coating the hardwood floor.

Rose petals…?

Your eyes squint in confusion. And you take another step inside. Red rose petals lead to the bedroom. Little fake candles lit up in the kitchen and living room. And you could barely hear two voices arguing with each other in the bedroom. Wade and Logan…

Logan…

Wade?

How the fuck-

Kurt…

You groan, taking slow and calculated steps towards the bedroom, you weren’t big on surprises, especially since on the other side of the wall there’s usually just a man with a gun.

But as soon as you step into the bedroom…

“Surprise!” Wade shouts, conferring thrown into the air, and there’s glitter flying at you, making you turn away but it just covers your clothes and the floor, not reaching your eyes, nose, or mouth.

Wade was standing in jeans and a pink polo now, his suit and mask kicked into the corner as if it was expertly hidden, and he even managed to get Logan to wear something else from his usual beater and jeans. He was now just wearing elmo pyjamas and a pink hoodie.

“Happy birthdayyy little red!” Wade sings, clapping his hands and running up to you for a hug, which you of course give him, sending a death glance towards Logan who just laughe, taking a few steps towards you.

“I know, I promised to go to the arcade, but baby I am more than two hundred years old, pac man isn’t exactly my thing…” He grabs your waist, wrapping one arm around you and smiling.

“So you set this up…?” He nods, and you feel Wade come up behind you.

“Figured we’d give you a break and let you relax while we take care of you…”

“It was my idea…” Wade chirps, and Logan growls. “Mostly my idea… the sex part was my idea…” His hands also rest on your waist, smiling against your neck as Logan stares down into your eyes.

“Happy birthday, little red…” He leans down, kissing you, and suddenly the nickname doesn’t seem all that bad.

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PAC What lesson is this situationship trying to slide into my DMs? (18+)

You are stuck giving all that you got ...

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PILE 1 

Y’all are POC. 

You use your love to destroy. Stop talking with me by using bad poetry. Enough is enough. Y’all should stick to math. Not everyone that loves Lana Del Rey is meant to be a big writer. Some are meant to be engineer and is ok pile 1. Your guys are gashlighter, manipulators, whore but never broke. Y’all will use love to eat something. I feel like y’all just get in a relationship to get free food. I just got a vision of somebody in their pj in their bed choosing from their roaster who is going to have the pleasure to pay for their food. Some of y’all are staying with your cheater of a partner because they always offer amazing gifts when they feel guilty. Designer bad, baecation and concert ticket. Y’all may be in a relationship and you still fucking on your boy bff. I just heard y’all say ‘’ You always need to keep an eater close (wink)’’. You felt so safe to share that with me … Anyways Pile 1 … stop being a red flag. (Hum .. hum before y’all retirer can u show me how ? (my spirit guys looking at me) What ? You would do it 2 for a check …) 

2. You need to stop being dumb. Y’all need to be more careful. You're out there with a restaurant name in your contact, you don’t delete text and nudes. When your partner finds out you stay defensive when you are caught on 4k. I just got a vision of your sex tape and we can see you clearly, giggle and  shit. Not y’all in your Kim K era. Babe you're not Future and a tower moment is coming your way. Yes. you will pay for all the heartbreak you did. So enjoy because what’s about to hit is inevitable. C’mon you did not think this playing around is going to last forever. 

What's their love language according to the cards – text, treats, or trauma bonding?

Text

The person you are currently messing with, they love to keep up with you. They love to text you throughout the day the most basic things. They love to send you memes, tiktoks, reels. Y’all may even still be doing Streaks. They love taking pictures of you without you knowing it. They love your face when you are focused on a task or doing your homework. They love sending you money. Unlike Pile 2, your person loves when you are asking them instead of them giving it to you. Is like they love to feel and hear in some shape way or form that they are needed in your life. Almost like they are in competition with other suitors and they think that they are winning. 

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PILE 2

I’m getting a very sinister vibe from y’all. Y’all are maybe worshipers of Lucifer or be very deep into the goth culture. Y’all may be self-harming or you are going through extreme depression . Y’all may have lost someone extremely close to you. 

This is a DUAL POV. Your partner came in  fucking strong and did not want to let me go. But I don’t ever feel like they are going to be reading this, that’s why for their POV, I still use ‘’ They’’. 

Feminine Energy. 

You need to learn to accept the love you give out. You have a heart full of love and you are not scared to pour it into other people's cups but when it comes to you, you are nowhere to be found. You keep everyone at arm length while genuinely being there for them. You will always be an open ear for them. You don’t mind tagging along to a very scary appointment if he needs it.  You don’t mind staying awake on the phone because they have night terrors. You don’t even mind giving your all in the bedroom. You always make sure they are pleased. You always make sure they know they are loved and their voice matters. They especially love when  you give them head. Your mouth feels amazing. They think you are gorgeous when you are going down on them. Your hair in a ponytail so they can truly enjoy the beauty of your face (Ok.. Pile 2 … Face cards never decline !). They love to see your eyes full of lust while your mouth is sweet like honey. I’m hearing:’’ Ok now I am going to suck. Baby you tell me if you need me to stop.’’ After you are done give them a handjob. In my vision they are still fully clothed (even have their coat on (Damm y’all not even going to take off the coat… Not y’all fucking in winter attire)). But when is their turn, no show. I’m hearing : ‘’ My turn now’’. You are still in your panties and a big t-shirt. ‘’ Nah … I’m ok…’’ you put yourself under the cover. That makes them feel like a piece of shit. I feel like y’all be doing that because you don’t think you have a pretty pussy. But babe… is more than sex. You refuse to admit that you care. You tell them the only reason you cuddle is because you are cold. You tell them the only reason you go on a drive at night is because you hate driving but love music. The only reason you help them study is to make sure you understand the subject enough. You give love while making sure he knows that it is not that deep. That kind of hurt. 

Stop making your partner feel useless. The person that you are dealing with doesn't feel needed in your life. You treat them like you can’t depend on them. Some of you even walk 45 minutes from your house to school (even in high heels from home to work) because your car broke down. Instead of calling them to pick you, they find out when you got there. It really wasn’t your intention to make them frustrated or scared for you. Some of you ignore them when life goes hard. When depression  hits a tap a bit too much and you are in bed incapable of communicating with the outside world. They would love you to at least text I am ok but can’t talk right now. Make them feel like shit that you don't think they are worth enough to open up. When you need help you don’t ask for them. When you want space you disappear. 

3. They hate the way you don’t defend yourself. It might be specific to people with abusive families. If your parents are physically abusive, I’m seeing : Both of y’all cuddle in his bedroom (he may have red cover) and he asks why you are shivering but you brush it off with ‘’ Oh, I’m cold’’. But really the contact of your clothes with the wounds hurt. They cuddle you but you don’t relax, actually you get stiffer. You try to not make them look under your shirt but they saw it all. I’m hearing y’all tell me; ‘’ It happened one time !’’. They are answering; ‘’ One to many fucking time.’’. You are not lying it was a one time type of shit but still it was fucking mess up. The one with the abusive verbal parents, I got a vision of them going through your phone. At first they thought it was a boy blowing up your phone (y’all have another name for your mom in your phone) but actually it was your mom telling the worst kind of shit. I hope you slowly, I should have never kept you, you are nothing but a useless slut. Then you walk in and you brush it off. ‘’ Until I found out it was because of some fucking dishes.’’ (Well thank you for the input, maybe soon to be bf). Anyways no matter the scenario, they fucking hate the fact that u refuse to anything because you know it will only get worse. They are in your life to show you that babe … this is the worst. You are trying to save yourself from the worst while living in it. 

What's their love language according to the cards – text, treats, or trauma bonding?

 Treats 

They love doing stuff for you. Especially with their hands. Some of you have verbally abusive and alcoholic mothers. One day she went in your room and mess it the fuck up. And your men re-purchase a vanity and build it for you. It was a mini (huge) surprise for you. They may have also helped you set up your bed frame. They also like to bake for you. They love to go pick up your Starbucks orders and bring it to your school (some of y’all may go to cosmetology school). They hate when you use your money and you hate using their money. They are so petty, they just say ‘’ Well your money is for everything your mom broke … my money is for you’’. Not them shutting you up on Tumblr, Sir…They love treating you like princess. The reason … is your smile. When you smile it is like a whole sun is on their phone (they may have your face as their lock screen),in their bedroom, in the car. LOOOOL ! You are like the sun in the teletubbies. 

Masculine energy. 

Not them asking for a whole reading for themself. Sir… please go book on Ko-fi. Out here making me work extra on an empty stomach (smh). 

They are going through a hard phase in their depression. 

They can’t imagine a future with you. HA ! Don’t be scared. I just saw someone holding their heart… Lol. ‘’ Well you could have worded it differently …’’ Sir, this is my blog … CAN A GIRL CLICKBAIT IN FUCKING PEACE ? Girl, come get your man, he is getting on my nerves. You can let go of your tits. What actually is happening is they don’t think they are going to make it past a certain age. Stop holding your tit … (I’m just clickbaiting rn … sometimes I enjoy being dramatic … what ? I am a writer after all). People around them  always seem to die at a specific age because of their mental health, substance abuse or misery. But there’s age in their family in which most don’t pass and in the state they are in … they don’t think they are going to be different. Maybe their bff ended their life and they think they are next. That destiny only enjoys torturing them. They see you old and gray with your teletubbies smile running around in your backyard (hum… weird…) but it is like from the bottom of their soul they think they will be there. 

They don’t know their light. You came into their life to show them that there’s more good in them than they think. Maybe they are from a family where there’s more people in jail than free. Or more people die more because of addiction than old age. So all their life nobody gives a damn about them. Why would they care for the mess up kid in the fucked up family ? Is like they are multiple generations of fucked up. You showed them their light. The fact that they always answer your call no matter the time, they also serve you, they also go to work for you. All those actions prove their love but also their commitment at being better than the rest. They know how to budget, keep a job, take care of their health, etc. They just need the right motivation. 

What's their love language according to the cards – text, treats, or trauma bonding?

 Trauma bonding

First they love you. Second, their intentions are pure. It is just that my question can give a bit of a clickbait vibe, y’all know that I live for the drama (rarely … I just hate basic questions …). You are their safe place. They love having sex with. They love seeing in red lingerie.  They love the push up bra, the extremely thin pantie, the stocking, the way you did your hair and makeup just to end up being a sucking them the fuck up. They also love when you are drooling with spit from how big they are. They love touching you. They love cuddling you. I don’t feel like y’all make love. Y’all are way more rough in between the sheets. They love aftercare. They love taking care of you. They love taking a towel and cleaning you up or running a bath for the both of y’all. They love taking a shower with you (it may be mandatory activity everytime y’all sleepover to their house). They love cuddling you. They just love you ! They hate any kind of space between y’all. You are the only person to whom they open up too. They love the fact that you never rush them. They love the fact that you try to give them tips to cope in a better way. They love the fact that you believe they can be a better man. 

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PILE 3

You guys are the children of divorce parents. They always took care of you. You always had the newest clothes and shoes. You always had the newest technology gadgets. They put you in private school and you had a luxurious car as a gift. Yet, you grew up watching your dad being abusive very severely to your mom physically. You swore you were going to be different … but  here we are….  I don’t think y’all are physically violent to anyone but your anger is something. Is not like is coming out of no where but the stuff y’all do when you are loosing it is fucking questionable. If it was not for your beauty and money … y’all would be in JAIL ! 

Y’all need to learn to what the fuck a patnership is. You don’t like when people tell you what to do. Well sometimes it is needed. Also I am getting that a person just stating their opinion can piss you off. But ruffling feathers is part of  a relationship. Is also the fault of your partner because how is he/she going to get mad at you because you attract attention. Like you are a pretty boy/girl so for sure you are going to attract isn’t how they got you. Getting mad at you because you are wearing a short skirt like they were not in the same instagram profile liking that very same picture of you in it. You can’t get mad at baddie consequences when you bag one. On the other hand the way you show that anger ain’t it. The screaming, the destroying or even the blocking his/her phone number no, no , no. Y’all need to create a safe place to communicate and allow opinions that hurt you. Because in a safe place every emotion is valuable even if it is not factual. Is for both of y’all to find a way to explain yourself with love and care. 

2. With kind intention ONLY…Y’all need therapy because that’s the reason you can’t keep nobody close. Is not just that person is a friend, coworker, or even family member. I know you want someone to see past all that anger because you are so much more than that. You are brilliant, you are pretty, you are elegant, you speak multiple languages, you are multi-talented, you are excellent at study, you have great life hygiene, you are kind and extremely giving but girl… that monster inside of you needs to be tame. There’s only so much that a rage room can do. I know it is not your fault … your parents made you that way. With the constant screaming, beating, and even choking. It’s so fuck up to be responsable for a healing from trauma we never ask for. But not doing it is going to cost you all the love you are meant to receive. 

3. Stop suppressing your emotions. This situationship makes you realize how bad your emotional state actually is. Because being in a relationship with someone put you in a situation where all your triggers are in the open. You can’t run away, you can’t act like nothing is going on, you can’t play it cool. Because everything is too much, you feel too much so act impulsively. From the exterior, you have that facade of the perfect child. That front is a huge source of stress. You wish it to be true but you know damn well that you are far from it. You are always one trigger away from breaking your protection. That’ s a fucking source of stress on it’s on. Admit that you are angry and mad. Being always happy is killing you slowly. Y’all make me think of the red hair in Desperate Housewive. 

4. Gradual numbness. Since reacting doesn't work for you. When you are mad all the people in your life tend to forget all the good you did to them and all the good living within you. You are slowly running in a hole of feeling nothing. Going from feeling too much to feeling nada. 

What's their love language according to the cards – text, treats, or trauma bonding? 

Text

They love texting you. Honestly I feel y’all recently broke up but even if it has been a while they still love you so much. They are rooting for you. They also love the fact that the only communication between y’all 2 is texting. They can’t handle all you are but that does not mean they don’t love all of you 2. They love staying on the phone talking about everything. They love how educated you are on many subjects. They love your voice. Damm do they love your voice. Y’all have a pretty voice. They would never admit it but they love your voice even when  you are yelling at them. They love your moan and they still masturbate to your voice audio. Y’all may still practice phone sex because they can’t have enough of you. You are genuinely the most perfect human they've ever seen. Rightfully so, y’all have a very proportionate body, beautiful brown eyes and full tits. They have flashbacks of touching you not in a sexual way but they miss having their hand on you. You have one of the softest skin. 

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Seeing as you provide every interesting in depth spn analysis I'm probably coming to the wrong person for something so possibly surface level but I'm rewatching spn and would really love something to keep notes on, so is there any interesting phenomena in there you think would be worth keeping an eye on?

i received this, like, a month ago 🥴 sorry. anyway.

so, first of all. i'm flattered but i have also always been a little uncomfortable with the superlatives people attach to my name. the reason people think of me as some kind of spn scholar is a result of four factors, give or take: first, i make a lot of posts. in the year after november fifth i made something like five thousand posts. i know because i tag all my spn posts spn. and a lot of those posts were half a sentence! or an ask i answered with emojis! but it's still a lot of posts. the second reason is that i'm kind of a last man standing. a lot of the big name post-nov fifth destiel fandom crowd has kind of evaporated in search of newer, shinier things; my fascination was more enduring, so i still get the credit. the third reason has to do with like... i have slightly different tastes than the average spn fandom person and so the things i pay attention to are different and so my takes are unique. there were a lot of blogs that were bigger than me that people don't remember as much because their takes were more in line with conventional fanon (and therefore more similar to other people's and less memorable), whereas mine, because i have specific interests and am an incurable contrarian, were more unique and therefore people remembered who i was. fourth, and here we are down to the meat of the issue, i speak very authoritatively and use a lot of big words when i'm excited about something so people think i'm right.

i guess what i'm saying is don't take me so seriously.

now that my narcissism is out of the way, let's talk about themes in supernatural.

first of all, the thing about supernatural is that it has three hundred and twenty seven episodes organized into fifteen seasons, written by fifty three different writers supervised by four different showrunners and that's just the writing! that doesn't even mention directing, or acting, or producing... personally i like to say that i can feel when the story editor changes! so there really is... almost nothing you can get out of the whole show as a text that isn't incredibly broad and/or vague and/or boring. "they say family a lot" yeah they sure do. "it's a reactionary macho fantasy" like every other show from 2005. "they kill all the women" mmmmhm. like, basically every consistent element of spn as a story is a result of either classic genre cliches from the scifi or procedural or teenie bopper genres, very basic conclusions from the premise, or just the material nature of the behind the scenes of supernatural. they're going on a case instead of working on the main apocalypse of the season because this is a monster of the week show. cas has gone away again because they don't want to pay misha collins. quiet emotional scenes get dropped from the script because they don't serve the plot. and while there's some interesting things you can get out of these elements - one piece of analysis i've been thinking about a lot lately is this video about the mcu that argues that the classic serialized storytelling logic of constant escalation leads inherently to a fascist politics, and i think this point applies very well to supernatural - it only goes so far. it's interesting if you want to look at how the show exists in the wider politics of the real world. it's not that interesting if you want to sit with the show supernatural in its particular uniqueness.

so basically my recommendation, first of all, is to divide the show up into chunks. there are some obvious chunks - by season, by showrunner. most people do these. i would also recommend other methods, for example tying together some adjacent seasons. for example, even though season eleven is technically carver era and season twelve is technically dabb era, i would argue that seasons eleven and twelve have more in common in terms of tone and style than eleven has with 8/9/10 or twelve has with 13/14/15. seasons four, five, and six have a lot in common in terms of tone and themes that they don't share with seven or the first three. i would also recommend paying attention to the individual writers; their bodies of work will usually have more in common with themselves than with the episodes around them in terms of character, tone, and theme. for example, in season six, ben edlund creates a whole other arc about the angel civil war that he wants the season to have that exists only in his episodes, and none of the other writers really pick up what he's putting down so he's kind of left hanging. you can see all sorts of patterns like this if you sit down and look, and i would recommend doing that. maybe you can be the first guy to memorize all the directors and have Thoughts.

and then the next thing i would say is just... pick some themes you want to iterate on. so for example: one of my favorite themes to contemplate is a theme that season six almost has - dean believing that it is his job to protect ben and lisa, which justifies anything he might want to do to them, or anyone else.

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man everything above that line is an ask i half answered then forgot about in july of 2023. i NEED to check my drafts more often

[dsireland86]

There Is Beauty In The Pain

Chapter 6 Part 2

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Sophie:

I brushed my teeth, placing my brush in the holder once finished and turned out the bathroom light. Climbing into bed, I sat for a moment, thinking about the day and all that had happened. I was still in a whirlwind of emotions about it, feeling like it was a first time thing, even though it certainly wasn’t.

Noah’s hands on me, exploring places only one other man had ever gone, was the last thing I ever expected, especially after the fight we had the other day.

To start with, Perry’s texts came out of nowhere, blindsiding me to the point that it made me panic. It had been almost three months since I’d last seen him, since those last horrible, fucked-up texts and video (which were still on my phone), were sent to me.

I’d blocked his number, but he must have gotten another number, because that morning, a text came through that said “I miss you and I’m sorry” from a random number I didn’t recognize, automatically thinking they had the wrong number.

I wrote back and said such, but another text came through quickly that read:

“No, I don’t. But I have yours memorized, Baby.”

I knew then I was screwed. The conversation with Perry was brief, but the things he told me were different than the other times before. Even his tone sounded different. I wanted to believe him, but after the night before with Noah, I just couldn’t.

I told Perry to go away and  leave me alone, instantly blocking the number, but keeping the texts just in case. And then it happened. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t control the corrupted thoughts running through my head, and that morning, Noah could tell how wrecked I was. He thought it was his fault and it crushed me that he felt that way. 

I just couldn’t explain it the right way to him, yet, because none of it made sense in my head yet. Then I made the mistake of calling him Perry, and man, that made things go south real fast.

I stayed to myself for a few days, eventually opening the prison gates in mind and allowing myself some freedom. Noah was there, waiting for me with a smile, a hug, and an apology which I accepted gratefully, ready to put the past behind me and move on. 

The moment Noah touched me for the first time, my skin screamed. It wasn’t enough to just have his hands on me. I wanted him in me, molding me to him and allowing him to evade every single crack, corner and crevice of my body. And he did; mostly.

His finger inside me was something I never thought would be so addictive. He knew what he was doing when he twisted or hooked, or inserted another finger, almost filling me.

The way he softly yet confidently circled my clit, making me say things I’d never said before because I was never allowed to speak during sex with Perry. He said it broke his concentration, when really, now I knew he was probably thinking about somebody else. 

Then came the moment when Noah went fully down on me, holding nothing back as he licked, sucked, and kissed my center like it had always belonged to him. In reality I guess it did because Perry, never once, did even a quarter of what Noah was doing. Even though I was forced to pleasure him and make him happy and content, Perry said that sort of thing wasn’t for him. 

Noah brought me to such an unreal climax, that the way I came for him was out of this world. It gave me such a high, I was literally seeing stars, even making him cum in his jeans. 

All of these little things Noah did to me earlier in the day attached themselves to my memory, refusing to forget any detail. They would stay there forever, buried deep in a secret place. But the best part of it all was how Noah made my heart feel through it all.

He was sweet and gentle and made me feel completely worthy of everything he did to and for me

I had never experienced an orgasm like that, nor being praised and worshiped in the way Noah had. The entire experience was euphoric, almost ethereal, and I hoped it wasn’t just a one time thing. 

The subtle knock on the door brought me out from reminiscing and it opened slowly. Noah stood in the entrance, looking so fucking delicious that I had to squeeze my legs together, trying to suppress the strong sensual, wet feeling cascading between them. I knew Noah noticed because of the way he smiled at me.

“I just came to check on you and see if you were okay?”

“Well, that was sweet of you,” I answered, patting the spot next to me on the bed. Noah’s eyes met mine as he made his way over to the bed, dropping on the mattress next to me. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” I replied.

I wasn’t oblivious to the way Noah’s eyes raked over me. I was in my sleepy pants and a tank top and didn’t have the chance to grab my hoodie before he walked in. I was chilly, goosebumps spreading over my skin for proof and making my nipples harden.  Noah’s eyes lingered on my breasts a little longer than I think he meant to because when he looked up at me, a slight reddish hue graced his cheeks.  

I reached out and caressed his cheek, feeling the weight of his head leaning into my palm. He looked at me again, this time a little sleepier. 

Noah had a face that could fit anywhere. Sometimes he was hot as hell, other times cute. Right now, he was absolutely adorable, but then other times, I’ve seen him look so angry that it scared me. But I knew I was safe with him. I knew Noah would never, ever hurt me. 

“Sleepy?” 

He nodded slowly. 

“Did Matt mention anything about earlier,” I asked, quietly. Noah shook his head, slipping his hand between my knees.

“I think he was too embarrassed to,” he chuckled, letting his hand slide down my thigh. Even through the light fabric of my pants I could feel the heaviness of his touch, sparking a sudden need inside me. I sighed, indulging myself in the feeling of Noah’s hands on me again.

Without taking my eyes off his, I lowered my legs and let them fall open, hearing the strangled groan leave his chest as I did so, proving he wanted me, just as much as I wanted him.

“Round two,” Noah smirked, leaning over and laying his lips on me, kissing me softly. I took his hands, lacing his long, tattooed fingers with ming. My mouth fell open with his, our tongues pressing together as Noah let go of my hands and wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting and pulling me into his lap, where he continued to kiss me. I bit back and swallowed the moans that were begging to escape. I didn’t want to sound so needy and desperate.

Playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, I settled comfortably in Noah’s lap, unintentionally wiggling against the hard bulge pressed against my heated center. 

It was Noah who moaned first, separating us for a moment to look at me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sophie,” he said with absoluteness. I knew he was telling the truth. I could see it in his eyes. 

“You’re pretty hot yourself,” I giggled, running my fingertips up and down his back, feeling his muscles relax beneath my touch.

“What are we doing?” he asked, his deep chocolate eyes searching mine.

“I don’t know,” I answered, lowering my gaze.

Noah lifted my chin and kissed me again, slipping his hands under my tank top and placing them on the skin of my back. His hands felt like fire to my icy skin, making me shiver. I welcomed his touch, though. It melted away every unwanted touch from my past every time I felt it. 

His fingertips danced along my spine as memories began to unfold, images that had my eyes filling with tears. I threw my arms around his neck and rested my cheek against his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” 

I nodded, unable to answer for fear he’d hear the tears in my voice. 

“Hey, look at me,” Noah said, pulling me away from him.

I Didn't. 

“Look at me,” he repeated, tone calm.

But I couldn't. I didn’t want him to see me feeling weak again.

His fingers were on my chin, lifting it to look at him. His eyes darted between mine and I could see the worry behind them.

“You're safe,” Noah whispered, cupping my face in his large hands, eyes boring straight into me as if penetrating my soul.

“I promise.” 

That word. Promise. God how that word could break me.  

He pulled me against him, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

“I'm sorry.”

“For what?”

“For not being easy,” I whimpered, wiping the loose tears that trickled down my cheeks

“Well, I don't want easy, I never asked for it. I just want you.” 

I started to shake my head, but Noah stopped me by grabbing my face.

“Just the way you are,” he said, confidently. 

I stared into his eyes, waiting to see that same look I would see in Perry’s eyes when he would lie to me, but I didn’t see it. 

“Really?”

“Really,” Noah repeated, without missing a beat, running his thumbs over my lips. I frowned in confusion.

“Even the broken pieces?”

I wondered how that was even possible; to love someone, broken pieces and all. 

Noah pecked my lips. “Especially the broken pieces,” he winked. 

My heart suddenly felt ten times lighter as my head hit his chest and I laid it against it, relishing the sound of his beating heart.

Folio:

I knew the risk of it happening. I knew it was possible. I just didn’t think it would be so soon, so fast. 

Sophie fell for him; Noah and all his charm. Of course she did. Why wouldn't she? After all, they shared a unique moment with each other and given everything that happened to her in the last month, Noah was the one her heart felt safe with. They weren't officially together, but all of us knew there was something there. 

But there was an undeniable pull between me and her, one that came and went like a hot summer storm.  

There were moments that were simple and mundane, our friendship blossoming into something I never knew I needed. 

But then there were moments when the fever between us was so hot, so incredibly strong, that it felt like we could burn the world down around us. 

I couldn’t explain it. I knew Sophie felt something whenever we were together. I could always see it in her eyes, especially when we touched, but neither one of us ever said anything.

So, I kept all my feelings to myself because of how worried I was about losing her for good. If I confessed the way I felt there was a chance she'd be angry with me or worse I'd scare her away and that wasn't something I was willing to risk. 

There were hints, though that spoke loudly; the way she would watch me so intently and her reaction when I played my drum kit, or the way she would cuddle up close to me on our random fishing adventures. 

But my favorite was when I took her out on my bike a few times while Noah spent the morning with Ash at the gym. The warm California air rushed through us both, making the space between hot and sweaty as she clung to me tightly. 

Sometimes she'd rest her head on my back and I would hold her arm pressed tightly around my waist. It was magical, being with Sophie that way. It always felt right and I often thought I'd maybe stand a chance. 

But each time we got home and I watched her and Noah hug and greet each other, it felt like I'd been punched in the gut or worse, had my heart ripped out of my chest. I'd pretend I didn't notice, only to hide myself away in my room for a while, sometimes getting high or just stareing at the ceiling thinking about what it would be like if it was me she had fallen for instead of Noah.

The answer was always the same, too; I'd be the happiest man in the world. 

Six Months Later

Noah:

The warm liquid seeped through my shorts, creating a large grayish stain to appear. Luckily, we were the only ones home, so I didn’t risk the chance of getting shit from any of the guys before getting the chance to change.

“See what you fucking do to me,” I smiled after Sophie pulled me in between her thighs, wrapping her legs around the back of mine. 

Her arousal made me aroused and right after her orgasm hit her, mine came crashing into me before I could stop it.

Sophie held my face between her hands and kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth and pressing it to mine. The way she kissed me fully had me wrecked. My legs were still shaking. 

She ran her hands through my hair, wrapping them behind my neck.

“I fucking love it when you do that,” I moaned, lowering my head to her shoulder. 

“What, this?” running her hands through my hair, her nails raking against my scalp. 

“Yup. That.” 

Sophie chuckled.

I raised my head and looked over her face, taking in all the sweet little imperfections I noticed: a few small scars on her cheekbones and under her eyes, proof of all the hard months of physical abuse she lived through.

“So beautiful,” I whispered to myself.

Sophie shook her head and instantly looked away, refusing to meet my eyes.

“Hey, look at me,” slipping my finger under her chin and turning her face towards me. 

“You are,” I assured her. My lips formed a thin line and curved into a smile, but Sophie covered her face with her hands as if she was embarrassed. I pulled them away, and brought them to my chest instead, holding them there tightly.

‘Don't you dare cover your face, especially not from me,” I scolded. “You've spent too much of your life hiding that beautiful face because of…” 

but I didn't finish my thought. I didn't want to say the asshole’s name that was responsible for all of Sophie’s trauma in the past. I didn't like bringing up the abuse either and all the shit he put her through.

“Yeah, well, you know,” I huffed, I mumbled.

I bushed the loose hair out of Sophie’s face, forcing a smile. I was fighting hard against the urge of wanting to finally be inside her, filling her and worshiping her body the way it deserved to be.

But I was the one choosing to wait for sex. I wanted to give her more time to adjust to everything that was happening in her world and all around her and not feel forced or pressured just to satisfy me. 

The soft touch of her fingers as they slid down my cheek when she touched me spoke louder than words. It was refreshing and I couldn’t resist leaning into her touch. 

I had so much to tell Sophie. Over the last nine and a half months, I'd learned everything about her, yet I hadn’t been fully transparent with her. 

I had secrets of my own that I wasn't sure I was capable of telling her, things about my past that still haunted me, but I knew I had to try. And soon.

"I'm ready Noah, I'm ready for you to have all of me.” 

Was she serious? My forehead creased and I knew Sophie could easily read the expression on my face. 

“Sophie, are you sure? Don't you think,” “I have been thinking, Noah! That's all I've been doing! I want you, Noah. I need you, now.”

She stared up at me with her doleful eyes, making me weaker by the second. “I’m through with waiting.” 

My hands ached to touch her, my arms to hold her. “Are you sure?” I whispered, sinking down closer to her lips. They were a mere inches apart from each other when she whispered back, “Yes.” 

Fuck.

Our lips crash together in a cry of desperate eagerness. Sophie pulled me into her causing me to have to straddle her lap as my hands tangled around her face and then her hair. I wanted to devour her and suffocate beneath her kisses, consuming as much of her as I could. Her hands found my ass and I uttered a low grumble the moment I felt them attach to me, gripping and tugging on my shorts.  

“Fuck, Sophie,” I breathed, almost falling into her.  “Noah, I want you,” she pleaded.

The way she whined, pulling part of my shorts down and running her hand over my skin had me buckling at the knees, weak as hell.

“Sophie, baby,” I mumbled against her lips, dropping to my knees and cupping her face to kiss her better. I couldn’t resist her intoxicatingly strong need for me anymore. 

I didn't want to. I wanted to give her every part of me, including every dark and dirty secret I had buried deep inside my head. 

“You own me, baby. You fucking own me; body and soul,” I confessed to her, no longer caring how fast any of this was moving. She whimpered again, making my hard, throbbing cock twitch against the zipper of my shorts.

“And everyone is going to know it.”

Sophie stopped, pulling away to look at me.

“Noah, are you sure?”

I smiled at the way she seemed so worried about it. “I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure about anything before in my life.”

She threw herself back into my arms, clinging to me tightly. 

“Noah, let's go upstairs, please,” she begged me, and my heart started pounding even harder than before. I pulled her to her feet, about to do just that, when my phone went off. The ringer was fucking loud, making both of us jump. 

“Motherfucker,” I groaned, pulling it out of my pocket to see who it was. 

“Fucking Matt.” I ignored it, and slid it back into my pocket. “He can wait,” I said, cupping Sophie’s face again, kissing her already bruised, wet lips. Picking her up bridal style, I head towards the staircase, just as my phone went off again.

“Seriously,” I growled in frustration. It was Matt again. Sophie sighed. “Just answer it. And go clean yourself up,” she laughed, pointing down at my shorts still stained with my release from earlier. “No, I'm just going to ignore it again,” I stated, taking her hand, but she pulled away from me. 

“Don't. He's just going to keep calling or worse show up. Just answer it. We'll have time for us later.” 

Sophie laid her hand gently on my arm, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me. I grumbled and answered the phone, knowing she was right. 

“Okay, what? Someone better be dying Matt, I swear to god. You just interrupted the most significant moment in the history of me and Sophie.” 

“Noah.” 

The somber tone in Matt's voice made stop halfway up the stairs. 

“Matt, what’s wrong?” 

There was a brief pause. 

“Noah, I've got some really fucked up news that you're not going to like. I only found out a little bit ago myself.”

I hadn't heard the kind of tone in Matt's voice since… fuck.”

“She's back, isn't she,” I stated, pausing halfway up the stairs. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest and I felt like I might throw up. The world around me started to become a little bury as I carefully sat down on the step below me. 

“Yeah, she is, Noah. Sarah's back.

[eventide-imp]

There is nothing that exhausts me more and makes me feel depressed like seeing other disabled people say I don't deserve to enjoy things. Because you were asked to make ONE very simple and easy accommodation? Tag for flashing lights? That's not worth your time? And to use the fact that you don't get adequate accommodations as the reason why you deny someone else? To be an ASSHOLE about it! To block someone because they asked you to protect someone who shares community with you? I now have to worry about cat videos and interact even less because...why? Why??? Because you're mean and hateful and think you don't owe your community some basic courtesy?

I literally saw this post on the book of face after having a seizure that woke me out of a nap. I'm still in post-ictal, and my brain is still unbalanced, so another trigger like one of my big two (flashing lights!!) Would send me into another one. I've been in status epilepticus before multiple times, and each time puts me at higher risk of it again and that means risk of brain damage and WORSE.

But the general consensus even among leftists and other disabled folks is that epileptics just shouldn't be on the internet or play games or watch shows and movies, basically don't own a screen of any kind and don't you dare question whether flashing lights and colors and glitch visual effects can be toned down or are even really necessary because artistic vision!!! You have no right to demand someone change their artistic vision! You have no right to ask your friends to use different gifs so that you can participate in the group chat! How dare you! How SELFISH. Sorry I don't want to go to the ER and frighten my kids because I wanted to not be isolated today.

[skriblee-ksk]

*Note that this mini event takes place in the future, years after the character's have graduated and left Night Raven College. Lydia and Silver have two kids by the time they get married, Ryuumi (their adopted son, age 6) and Momo (their biological son, age 4) They live in Briar Valley (specifically in the house Lilia raised Silver in), with Lilia visiting/staying over often (he basically lives with them lol ♡)*

You open your mailbox one morning to find a letter, wrapped in twine and wild flowers. Your name was written neatly on the front, with small drawings in crayon surrounding it (done by a child). Inside the letter was an invitation, inviting you to a joyous occasion.

Lydia and Silver are getting married, and you're invited! ♡

The wedding and reception will be held outdoors, in the woods near their home (essentially their backyard lol ♡). The wedding will have chairs on each side of the aisle for guests to sit, decorated in soft pinks, blues, and gold (alongside the natural plant life). The reception will have tables and chairs, along with a dance floor and buffet (that will be catered).

Since this mini event takes place in the future, think of this as a fun opportunity to imagine what your OC and OC x Canon's future will be like! Maybe they're married, or have kids of their own? Or maybe they're separated, and have a reunion at the wedding?? 👀👀👀

Is your OC attending as a guest, or are they part of the wedding? Like a bridesmaid, or groomsman, or even being Lydia's hairstylist for the day! It's up to you ♡

There's no dress code/requirements either! It's moreso what you think your OC / OC x Canon would wear if they got invited to a wedding (or were apart of a wedding party!) ♡

Once people start responding to their invitations (whether it be with art, writing, etc) I'll write some scenarios to go along with it, and tag you when it's posted ♡

Thank you! ♡♡♡

An invite from Lydia?! And to her wedding, no less? Kiyuu RSVPed immediately, of course!! Along with a couple of questions such as: What’s the dress code? When should they be there by and is it fine if they arrive early? Is Grim allowed to be there (this one was more of a warning for the food lmao)?

All the questions were answered swiftly, and all Kiyuu had was to tell Ryoko (@kathxrat-01) about it.

Of course Kiyuu was joking, but throwing around flowers seemed kind of fun. Oh well, that spot was probably taken by one of Lydia’s boys, and they’d be much cuter anyway.

The most major thing left was choosing a gift:

“What should we gift them? Ah, I wonder if they’d appreciate a video of the pictures I took of them when they were back in NRC, haha! That’s be nostalgic!”

“Oh, that might be cute!”

“… Kiyuu, did you take those pictures with permission?”

“…”

“Kiyuu.”

“The, but to capture the candid—”

“Kiyuu, that’s rude! How many times do I have to tell you…”

Ryoko and Kiyuu ended up agreeing to move all photos of Silver and Lydia to the USB and permanently delete them from the camera memory so they could do what they wanted to with those photos <3

TY SHEEPY FOR THE INVITATION!!! i cannot wait for their wedding. i’ll probably draw more about kiyuu and even lydia and silver bc the wedding is giving me so many ideas.

drawing older kiyuu wasn’t a struggle at all bc while she’s all like “who am i. what do i want to become. where do i want to go???” during her first year, she becomes much more sure of herself as she ages. AND! She starts being obsessed with wearing dresses (thanks to Ryoko <333)

She hasn’t left Jack nor Ryoko NOR GRIM. i don’t mention him a lot but that’s her SON through and through. I feel like she’s doing something with studying archaeology or general technology stuff.

She looks the way she wants to, she’s doing the thing she’s good at and likes, and she’s still in her beloved QPR. she truly is living her best life. or at least, i feel like she could, so this is what I’ll draw her as!!

Didn’t draw Ryoko because I don’t want to like. make her older version without Wens’ decisions. But ryokiyuu is tightknit as always!!

[greyedian]

eh fuck it, rbing to add my tags bc for once I'm somewhat confident in my takes, so I'm not hiding them in there lol (it's kinda long and rambly tho I do apologize. I'm still collecting my thoughts about it all)

#act 3 come through please 🙏 #I don't think it can salvage some of the things I have contentions with but still... please... #don't ask me about the silco vander flashback with jinxs + vis mom #or the bizzare choice to do so much of the storytelling through this weird music video format they've got going on #completely stripping it of the weight these plot beats could've had if they were... normal scenes #and also missing the point of how the music was used in season 1 and what made it so effective #bc it was complementary to instead of replacing the storytelling #seriously don't ask me about these things I will spontaneously implode on the spot

#whyyyyy would they recontextualize season 1 like this with that flashback #to me it kind of ruins the character dynamics and themes in s1. it just makes me so sad you have no idea #also what even are they doing with Jinx rn for real #aaarghhhh just... so many things that are making me scratch my head

#also I'm so terribly sorry but I could not care less about Isha sorry lol #like i get that its sad conceptually but she was such a non-character that i struggle to feel impacted at all #same with sky tbh. i thought her role in s1 was alright but there is so much emotional weight put on her now #in terms of her relationship to Viktor but that was barely established so it's weird to have her around #and clearly you're supposed to care but they haven't given me much reason to #isha and sky were non-characters just there to die to further the development of other characters #they didn't really have anything going on on their own and that's just a type of character and plot device that does nothing for me

#also i thought the war between zaun and piltover + internal struggles in zaun bc silcos gone would be the main focus #but that stuff seems so sidetracked rn

#also sorry i dont like what they did with vander and warwick either. that man should've stayed dead lol #it honestly just makes his death feel less impactful and i dont know what this is supposed to do for the story or the themes??? #that just feels like a pointless plotline that is taking up time that could've been spent on other things

#i just... i could go on like this for a while like there are so many things that just puzzle me #it's so weird considering how tight and thematically consistent season 1 was #let's see where act 3 goes but... i kinda have a bad feeling about it ngl #obv im glad others are enjoying it and this is just my opinion! also a lot of this is probs just my personal tastes anyway

MAN I'm seriously so sad about season 2. Bc I wish act 2 had the same emotional impact on me as it appears to have on so many others. But rn I'm just somewhere between unable to care and actively annoyed by some of those writing decisions. Seriously the more I think about it the less I like it.

[rosicheeks]

🫶

[humbuns]

please never go away

[sforzesco]

something. about. the horror of being sent on an impossible (death) quest and obligations and hospitality politics. the trauma of not having a home, and then the trauma of being in a house that becomes actively hostile to you, one that would swallow you whole and spit out your bones if you step out of line. all of this is conditional, your existence continues to be something men want gone.

it's about going back as far as I can with the perseus narrative because there's always a version of a myth that exists behind the one that survives. the missing pieces are clearly defined, but the oldest recorded version of it isn't there! and there's probably something older before that!! but it's doomed to forever be an unfilled space, clearly defined by an outline of something that was there and continues to be there in it's absence.

and love. it's also about love. even when you had nothing, you had love.

on the opposite side of the spectrum, this is Not About Ovid Or Roman-Renaissance Reception, Depictions And Discourses On The Perseus Narrative.

edit: to add to the above, while it's not about Ovid, because I'm specifically trying to peel things back to the oldest version of this story, Ovid is fine. alterations on the Perseus myth that give more attention Medusa predate Ovid by several centuries. this comic is also not about those, either! there are many versions of this story from the ancient world. there is not one singular True or Better version, they're all saying something.

Perseus, Daniel Ogden

Anthology of Classical Myth: Primary Sources in Translation, edited & translated by Stephen M Trzaskoma, R. Scott Smith, Stephen Brunet

[raspberry-vinaigrette]

more roger dlc spoilers under the cut

[tags from @thedogofchristmaspast !!]

YESSS this was initially what i was starting to think too but with peter very much hammering in this concept that he's the villain (even long after roger says he didn't even play the video) i think the idea that peter like... genuinely finds this a bad ending makes sense. i don't know like. roger has that whole speech while you're waiting on omair where he says that peter was the one to advocate for roger potentially being a great boss, that he was the one who said roger could surprise everyone. peter believed so vehemently in roger. and i think peter, even outside of just loyalty and love for roger, still DOES think roger can prove himself. he doesn't get that the good ending isn't where roger realizes he can rule the plant anyway, the good ending is where roger recognizes he doesn't have to. peter used the video as a test, some kind of "con" that would get peter in control, and when everyone was (in peter's head) inevitably disappointed about the outcome, he would be usurped and roger would be able to lead. and that would be the good ending. the villain, the corporate shill, the cold and aloof and impersonable one, defeated.

it's fascinating to me. idk if its the intended read because your original idea definitely could've been the intended one (like i said doggo himself said the ending confused a good chunk of people and he plans to rewrite it) but it IS fascinating

i am pondering dialtown peter since i just did the roger dlc good end. warning in advance for roger dialtown dlc spoilers. cool? cool anyways

i just think like. okay the good ending cutscene with peter is kind of. abrupt. and confused people according to doggo and i can see why, it's... a bit weird in tone and isn't built up to as well as it could've been imo. no shade to the ending though the ending is fuckin AWESOME and that roger speech shook me to my core. however i think the peter intrusion can be reinterpreted to be really interesting with a bit of canon wiggle room, so to speak, because like --

imagine you are peter. you're the straight-laced, responsible co-manager of the factory, and you have been for a while. you know that you aren't easy to get along with and you don't really try to change this. it keeps things under wraps. it's all you can really do when everything around you is chaotic and wacky and you're so consistently left out of the loop. things are done without you being consulted. you feel like a joke so you have to prove you're the only thing that isn't. and really, it's your fault, in a way. you're the villain here for letting these things happen. you are to blame.

and then there's your best friend roger. you feel, sometimes, like he's the only person youre tangibly helping. you got him off of alcohol. you're always the one he leans on, always the one checking in. he is a good man. life has dealt him a bad hand, and people laugh at him sometimes, but you know he's good. he tries so hard. you wonder if maybe you aren't trying hard enough, but maybe your destiny is just to be this way. you don't think about it. he seems happy around you and that's enough, you suppose. and then management changes.

for all you know you are responsible, you also believe there is something rotten within you. something that will only weigh others down. you are able to be so very normal amidst the chaos of work, but you believe you can't be personable. you're too methodical, too straightforward, too managerial. and people want a person to talk to them, not a rigid machine. you look in the mirror and wonder how much of you is just the phone on your head. you look in the mirror and wonder who you are. but you can't fathom a good man like roger could look in the mirror and see anything but the sun. you trust him. you know he's a trainwreck, a mess, clumsy and irresponsible sometimes, but he's a good man. you know he can prove himself. maybe if you just keep at arms length, don't take over too much like you tried last time...

and things are a mess anyway. things are worse. and you begin to wonder if maybe you're the issue. if maybe your destiny is just to take over and rule with an iron fist, because that is the only way things can be done. this rot inside you, this thing that is clearly only making roger worse by your presence -- it must be killed at the source. so you have to play the game. you know what has to happen, don't you? you have to take over. and then everyone will be miserable, and roger will see how good he is, how much potential he has, and he will usurp you. he will be good. he will surprise everyone. and the rotten festering thing will be taken out, and he will never be dragged down again. because it must be you holding them back. you're the common denominator.

you're the villain.

peter doesn't understand that not being the boss is better for roger. he doesn't comprehend he is likable as a person moreso than he is a corporate entity, a responsible manager -- the only person he may believe likes him beyond that is caroline, and even then he has a fucking board discussion about if he should be allowed to act more than completely rational and reasonable, with a pros/cons list! yeah that's meant to be a jokey dialogue scene but i still think it reflects how peter tries so hard to be rational and reasonable and i think to some extent he believes that makes him less human. roger is so bright, of course he can surprise people and show them the sun! peter may be good at management but how far will that get him when surely nobody wants to directly associate with him? he is a menace.

he does not understand that roger cares so deeply for him, the same way roger doesn't understand people love him without him having to prove himself. idk. this is only half canon and its kinda text extrapolation and interpretation to fit w the ending scene but its an interesting thought

[killjoy-prince]

House M.D. but it's when Wilson says House's name