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Lando Norris x Mercdriver!fem!reader
summary: You turn indigo but..indigo is still quite liked and pretty
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landonorris
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landonorris reminder: donât play golf with yn, she will even beat carlos
yn đ¤đ
carlossainz yeah, at least i got ahead of you
landonorris yeah yeah
pierregasly thatâs not so hard đđŹ
landonorris blocked.
user didnât know she was that good with them
user of course she is, theyâre friends lol
user love how close they are
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yn
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yn he didnât get the hint, did he?
kellypiquet but you fell asleep holding his hand..
yn kelly. I am not coming to girls night.
kikagomez EXCUSE ME??
lilymhe now that is unfair
lilyzhneimer :((
yn alright, iâm coming for lils
lilyzhneimer :)))
yn my god, just like oscar
oscarpiastri:))
user oscar lily are the best couple
user heâs trying tho
user omggggggg
user is this a soft launch??
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yn maiden win + 1-2 podium. What else would we want?? đĽš
kimiantonelli best scenario for today đ¤
yn iâm so proud of you đ
kimiantonelli đ¤
olliebearman WOHOOO đđ
mercedesamgf1 is anyone cutting onions đĽš
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kimiantonelli the masterminds, the executors and the results
oliliebearman Id like to say we did great
lewishamilton you didnât stick to the plan
charlesleclerc careful, before they parenttrap you with you know who
lewishamilton Niki tried that, didnât work
user omg, that is yn
user does anyone recognise the car??
user itâs hers :/
user ohhhhh
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yn
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f1updates yn yln and Lando norris have been spotted around Italy together looking cozy đđ
user WHAT
user i mean, as long as sheâs happy
user The flowers in her last post, him saying indigo is his favourite colour 𼚠He really tried everything to bring the spark that lewis took back
user Wait..bringing them together was lewis and Charles idea, right?
user seems like it
user lewis isnât blind. He knows her well and knew what it would do to her when he left
user yeah, and kimi loves her too so he obviously helped. And ollie either listened to his dad (char) or just followed kimi
pierregasly this is how i find out? pff
carlossainz you and me both
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yn and landonorris even the dark with you feels like the brightest day đ¤
lewishamilton đ
kimiantonelli as long as you stay loyal to mercedes and donât put that orange stuff on
landonorris *papaya
yn so..
mercedesamgf1 YOURE CHEATING???
yn im sorry you had to find out this way đ
mercedesamgf1 đ
charlesleclerc took you long enough to realise he liked you MORE THAN A FRIEND
yn oops
nicorosberg đ¤
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a/n im sorry this feels so rushed idk man.. I hope you still like it somehow :)
#formula one imagine#lewis hamilton x reader#lando norris fluff#lando norris imagine#lando norris social media au
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Hello, friend!! Hahaa I'm glad you caught the Big Sky easter egg in the setting. đ
Ooo... what happened to her father. Regular animal attack or something supernatural đ¤ I get the feeling this could be a little more supernatural, and it could be a good thing Dean found her for more than one reason.
You're instincts are spot-on with that one! đ
You'll see more how that plays out in Parts 2 and 3...
Oohh, our boy's in deep already, isn't he despite how hard he's trying to resist.
Yeeep, he's trying hard to "protect her from himself," but how long can he keep this up? That's the question. đ¤
Aww, I can hear the affection when Dean is talking about Sam and Dean Jr.
Aw yay! I'm so glad, because I wanted to make it clear that despite maybe some resentment that Sam has been able to move on with his life faster than Dean, Dean still loves his brother and his nephew. đđ
đđ this sounds like me when I was little except for me it was the radiator at the end of our landing, I used to run head first into đ¤Śđźââď¸. Poor girl struggling to get around... although I wouldn't mind Dean helping me get around.
LOLL not the radiator!! I feel like most parents have that kind of story with their kids. đ
I certainly wouldn't mind Dean helping me get around the house. I feel like he's be a great taxi service. đ
But he's definitely getting in deeper than he realizes, and there may just be some consequences to her snooping coming... đŹđŹ
Thank you so much as always, friend, for reblogging with such lovely feedback. I always love hearing your thoughts!! đ
Against the Wind - Part 1
Pairing:Â Alpha!Dean Winchester x F. Omega!ReaderÂ
Summary: You wake up in a strange alphaâs cabin in the middle of a snowstorm, all with a busted ankle. He holds shadows in his eyes, even though his hands are gentle. There are iron shutters around his heart, even though he saved you. You might just save him in return.
AN:Â This is a canon ending-divergent AU, but still an Omegaverse story within the canon world. It also fulfills a bingo square for @jacklesversebingo!
Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: True Mates
Song Inspo:Â âAgainst the Windâ by Bob Seger
Word Count: 5.5K
Tags/Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, scenting, injuries, hints of angst, fluff and feels.Â
Series Masterlist || Bingo Masterlist
Part 1: In His Hands
Your body is mostly numb when he pulls you out of the snow.
You utter a sharp cry when something in your side twinges, waking up your entire body like a white-hot shiv. Your ankle begins to throb as well.
âHold on. Iâve got you.â
You only half hear the voice, a deep, coarse rumble. His form is broad and dark and blurry, but his male scent is the only thing you register with perfect clarity.Â
Alpha.Â
A small treble of alarm runs through you. Itâs an instinct youâve had to learn, as an omega traveling alone in rural Montana. However, something else disrupts that anxiety.
Itâs his scent. His scent is like the crackle and smoke of a warm hearth.Â
Safe. Your body is heavy and stiff and doesnât respond to your commands, and yet, you feel a measure of calm when he maneuvers you into his arms. Itâs a baser instinct, rooted deep in your chest. He begins to carry you down the slope of the mountain, and your vision blurs whiteâŚ
Like the flurry of snow falling heavy on his jacket. Â
You wake up freezing and shivering in pain. A sensation of small sharp needles begins to travel all across your skin. Slowly, as you're able to blink, your view of the dark wood cabin clears and focuses. You realize that youâre bundled in blankets, and laying on a chaise in front of a large fireplace. Still, youâre too cold. A keening whimper escapes you as you try to burrow in.
Alpha. Your body instinctively recognizes his presence, as heâs suddenly there, hovering close above you with a divot between his brows and a frown marring his face, where thick stubble threatens to become a beard. Stern, dark brows are furrowed over his concerned eyes. His plush frown is framed by a stubborn-looking chin. Your gaze wearily travels over his handsome features, his short brown hair, the flickers of firelight that splash across the side of his face.
He places a warm, calloused hand on your forehead, and he mutters a curse. Your body trembles further with cold. You part your lips, but you can't yet force your voice to escape them.
Again, he quite literally takes the problem into his own hands. He peels away the thick blankets just to slide himself in behind you. His arms wrap around your waist, and you feel their tempered strength when they cage you in against him. You manage to turn your head and rest your cheek against his chest, covered by red plaid. Thank you...
Almost on reflex, you breathe in his scent deeply. The earthiness of it calms you, warms you from the inside. Your shivering eventually calms and turns to purring in your chest.Â
âWhatâs your name, Omega?â he asks. His voice is deep and gruff, and it threatens to make you shiver for a different reason as the timbre of it washes over you.Â
Itâs difficult, but you manage to speak, clearing past your parched throat to give him your name. He nods, as if rolling the sound of it back and forth across his mind.
âWas somebody out there with you?â he asks.
You shake your head, even though the thought elicits a painful twinge in your heart.Â
âWhoâŚâ you try to speak again, even though it hurts a little. âWho are you?â
You feel him take a deep breath. He hesitates, like heâs reluctant to give it to you.Â
âDean,â he says.Â
You roll the name around in your head, over and over. Dean, Dean, DeanâŚ
You smile slightly. âYeah, makes sense.â
âWhat?â he says. You hear the raised brow in his tone.Â
âYou sound like a Dean,â you say, perhaps a little delirious.Â
Anyway, thatâs when your eyes close on you again. You fall back into the warm lull of sleep, to the sound of a crackling fire, and a feeling that permeates throughout your body.
Safe.
Canât fucking believe this, Dean thinks, as he holds you. Just when he thought his life was done throwing him curveballs.
He tips his head back against the sofa cushion with a tired exhale. It would just be his luck to find a stray omega wandering his stretch of Big Sky. Montana can be gnarly in the winter, but for the past couple of years, Dean has learned to survive here in this rental cabin for a couple of months at a time, when wandering an empty bunker gets to be too much. At least here the quietâs peaceful, if still a little unnerving sometimes.Â
He glances down at you. Now that youâre warm and sleeping again, he should find something to wrap your ankle and ice it down. Itâs swollen, and he wants to take an inventory of your other injuries, so he can determine how to get you back down the mountain and through the woods, back to civilization.
The sooner he gets you medical attention and back to your life, the sooner he can get back to hisâeven though the thought of leaving you in anyone elseâs hands almost stirs a growl in his throat.
And that last part unnerves him, makes him anxious. He begins to untangle himself from you, but his movements falter when your sweet scent filters through his nose again. Cinnamon apples, with a hint of something floral.Â
Fuck me.
Itâs almost too sweet to be true, but Dean does his best to ignore itâŚand what that alluring sweetness probably means.Â
Dean leaves you in the morning to revisit the site where you fell. He digs through the snow and manages to find your backpack, filled with your clothes, supplies, and your phone and wallet. He returns just in time.Â
The falling snow becomes even more intense, until it becomes a quiet roar outside. You watch the snowstorm through the impact windows in the kitchen, and you know what this means. Youâre snowed in with a strangerâan alpha, no less.Â
You also have a bum ankle, which he wrapped for you. Doesnât feel broken, heâd said, but it could be fractured, or at the very least sprained. You also likely have a couple of cracked ribs.Â
âWhat were you doing out there, anyway?â he asks, while pouring himself a glass of whiskey. âThis ainât exactly hiking season.â
While you drink some hot chocolate he made you with a bit of whiskey splashed in (for extra warmth), you explain.
âWell, I guess it wasnât my best idea in hindsight,â you say with a weak chuckle. âI was trying to find my way back, and IâŚwell, I was a bit lost.â
He raises his brows wryly, still sipping.
âAnd to make a great situation even better, I thought I heard a wolf howl nearby,â you say. âI know most of them would rather run from us than attack us, but you canât be sure, you know? I had my rifle on me, so I was turning around, trying to pinpoint what direction it was inâŚand of course, my foot slipped on something.â
You fell down that hill. You think you even hit a tree on the way down, which would explain your ribs. Everything gets a bit swirly, cold, and dark in your memory after that.Â
Dean shakes his head. âGotta say, going out there alone wasnât a great idea either, especially now. This time of year, thereâs no telling when a blizzard like this is going to come through.â
He waves haphazardly toward the storm raging outside. Your gaze falls to the mug in your hands. You donât really want to talk about your reasons for taking that risk, but maybe giving him a little honesty will get him off your back.
âMy dad and I used to hike up here every year,â you confess. âA few months agoâŚI lost him. So I guess this was just something I needed to do.â
You blow on your hot chocolate before you take another sip. This time when you glance up, Deanâs judgy expression has evened out into something more sympathetic. He lowers his glass.
âWell, hate to break it to you, but thereâs no cell service up here,â he says.
You give a humorless huff. âBelieve me, I know.â
âWhich means no one can come up here and get you,â he continues, âand even when this storm breaks, I canât carry you all the way down the mountain back to civilization. Not with the snow as deep as itâs gonna get. NowâŚmaybe I can go down by myself and bring help back with me.â
âBut another storm could snow me in,â you realize, with growing apprehension at the thought.
Dean nods. âItâs either I take that chance, leave you by yourself. Or we wait for you to heal up.â
He leaves the choice up to you with a gesture of his hand, the one still wrapped around his glass. You weigh those options with a tilt of your head. On one hand, you don't want to impose on him longer than you had to, but on the other, you really don't want to be left alone in this cabin for God knows how long while he scales the mountain by himself, for your sake.
âI think it would be better if we go down together, right? It can be dangerous, even when the storm breaks,â you reply.
Dean nods slowly, like that was what he was going to suggest too. âAll right. Well, until youâve got two working legs, youâre stuck here with me.â
âI figured as much,â you say. Your head tilts as you consider him. He has a gruff exterior, but all his actions so far have been kind, and far more than youâd expect from a stranger. And an alpha at that.Â
Not to say that all alpha's are assholes, but you've had far too many experiences with the stereotype: arrogant, entitled, and handsy. Can't forget handsy.Â
âThank you for saving me,â you say, meeting his gaze, âand forâŚwell, being a decent guy.â
Deanâs lips twitch. He nearly chuckles. Instead, he sits back on his side of the couch.Â
âYeah, well, thereâs a spare room in this place for you, one bathroom. The kitchen is stocked. Iâm a half-decent cook, if I say so myself, but help yourself.â
He gets up from the couch without preamble, to go to his room, you assume. It leaves you feeling at a loss, like heâs trying to get away from you. You know youâre a guest in his space, so you try to respect the way he wants to be alone for a while. He definitely gives off loner vibes.Â
You look around and find a collection of vinyl records, and smaller collection of books on a shelf next to the fireplace. You find Gulliverâs Travels, Dune, The Odyssey, The Wizard of Ozâbooks you didnât think a guy like Dean would be into.Â
You take up The Wizard of Oz, reclaim your spot on the chaise, and start reading.
That night, your dreams are plagued by the crunch of dead leaves, your father shouting at you to run, and to keep running.
The coarse roar of a bear morphs into something other. Itâs a sharper, whirring sound like wind howling amidst animalistic clicking, and then bones breakingâyour fatherâs scream cut short. Â
You wake with a start, your body both cold and flush at the same time.
Dean is there once again. It confuses you at first, but then it all returns to you in a rushâthe where and the why youâre here, once again with the alpha standing over you in concern. He grasps your shoulder and asks if youâre all right. Your breathing is too erratic for you to answer him, your eyes too wide, your body trembling.
Had you been making noise in your sleep? You blush in embarrassment at the thought. You also feel bad for waking him, and all those things get trapped in your throat.
Seeing that youâre most definitely not fine, he sits on the edge of the bed, squeezes your arm, and reminds you.Â
âItâs okay. Youâre safe here,â he tells you. His tone is deep and even, reassuring.
You meet his steady gaze and manage to nod, trying to catch your breath.Â
âIâm okay,â you say, with a shaky nod. He gives you a measuring look, both a question and a confirmation. You give it to him with a firmer nod. âThanks, IâŚIâm sorry I woke you up.â
He exhales through his nose, accepting. ââS all right. Donât worry about it.âÂ
You feel the loss of his touch when his hand eventually slip away from your shoulder. As soon as he came into your room, heâs gone.Â
Dean leaves swiftly, trying to brush off how the scent of your fear had tugged sharply at his gut even in his sleep. It not only woke him up, but compelled him to kick his blankets off and get out of bed to go to you. Â
You were having a nightmare, reliving your fall, if he had to guess. You came out of it pretty quick when he carefully grabbed your shoulder. Every instinct in his body told him to gather you into his arms and cover you with his own scent and protective embrace to calm you down.Â
Through sheer willpower, he managed to ignore every single one of those instincts. Â
Two days pass, in which you and Dean say very little to one another, besides when he asks you what you want to eat, and how youâre feeling. The alpha seems genuine, but guarded any time you ask him about him;Â anything thatâll give you a clue into who this guy is, and why heâs here.Â
You try again to strike up some kind of conversation over dinner one night.Â
âDo you live here year-round?â you ask, around a mouthful of burger thatâs absolutely delicious. He wasnât lying when he claimed to be a good cook. He even made the fries himself.
âNo,â he replies. âNo Netflix, no internet? Think Iâd die of boredom. I just come up here to uhâŚtake a beat, I guess.âÂ
You smile. âI donât blame you. Sometimes you just need a break,â you say, even though your tone is heavier than you meant it to be. Your gaze, a bit distant in that moment, sharpens and focuses back on Dean. âWhere are you from, then?â
âKansas,â he offers.
âOh really?â You brighten with that scrap of information. âMy older sister lives in Topeka. She moved there for a job, initially, but then she met her guy. Heâs some kind of day trader. Which is just code for sits on his ass playing Call of Duty while she busts hers.âÂ
Dean huffs, then crams more burger into his mouth. He hasnât been giving you a lot to go on while you two have been talking. Unfortunately, you have the tendency to ramble and fill the silence before it becomes even more stifled.Â
âShe works at a bank. Smart, driven, always knows what she wants. Meanwhile, Iâve had about seven jobs in the last three years, none of which were even remotely related to my almost useless degree in Communications.â
âYeah, doubt you need a degree in communicating,â Dean remarks, popping another fry into his mouth.
 You purse your lips at him, but the glint of teasing in his eyes makes you fight not to smile.Â
âAll right, smart guy. So, what about you?â you ask.
Predictably, the manâs walls firm back up. âWhat about me?â
âWellâŚwhyâre you up here alone? Do you have family?â you ask.
Dean quirks a half smile. âIâve got a brother.â
âOkay. Younger, Iâm guessing?â
He tilts his head at you, a bit amused at your guess. âWhyâs that?â
âI donât know,â you shrug. âI canât imagine you with a brother whoâs older than you.â
His lips twitch. âYou callinâ me old, sweetheart?â
You begin to blush with embarrassment. But also, sweetheart?
You shake your head. âNo, thatâs not what I meant. I just mean likeâŚâ
Dean saves you with the return of his smile.
âYeah, heâs younger,â he says. âBut heâs the one with the quasi-wife and the apple pie life.âÂ
âQuasi-wife?â
âTheyâre mated. Just havenât gotten around to the whole getting hitched thing,â he explains. âBut theyâre happy. Dean Jr.âs growing up fast, already running full speed into glass doors.â
His smile is genuine when he talks about his brother, just tinged with a bit of melancholy, you think.Â
âDean Jr.?â you ask in amusement. Dean Sr. laughs a little, and you enjoy the sound, the way it lightens up his face and pulls at the corners of his eyes.
âYeah, canât say I wasnât surprised myself to get that honor, butâŚhey, it works for the kid. Heâs got my chin,â he remarks.
He digs into his pocket to show you a picture from his cell phone. Even though it doesnât have service, you can still view the many pictures of the adorable infant in his camera roll, courtesy of Sam and his mate, Eileen. You coo at the chubby cheeks, the bright little eyes, and the swirled tuft of dark hair on his head.
âWhere do they live?â you ask.
âOut west, a stoneâs throw from the City of Angels.â Deanâs smile dims. âHe just had to go back to California.â
âWhatâs wrong with California?â you ask.
âItâs full of pretentious douchebags, thatâs what,â he says, his voice a dry whip. âWaxed up to the fucking eyeballs, smelling like Botox, Adderall, and sweaty desperation.â
You splutter laughing so bad that your diet coke escapes you in a spit take. It partially goes up into your nose, burning, stinging your eyes, but itâs made worse by the way Dean waves a hand up incredulously. Youâve just gotten half his sleeve wet.
He meets your gaze, and you canât help but laugh even harder.Â
âWow,â he says.Â
âGod, Iâm sorry,â you say, still giggling. You get up, hobble over to the kitchen counter, and rip off a paper towel to try and pat his arm dry. He takes it from you and helps you back into your seat.
âI got it, Spit Take. Just finish your food,â he says, if with a dancing gleam in his eyes. Â
From then on, it becomes easier for you to pull the alpha into conversation. Besides reading, napping, and staring out the window while it snows, you donât have much by way of entertainment. Not to mention the pain of trying to get around without crutches, as it also jostles your ribs. Dean often has to help you from one room to another, which of course, you get embarrassed by.
âIâm sorry!â you yelp, when he saves you from another crash landing in the hallway. Youâre fresh out of a shower, and it had taken you twenty minutes just to figure out how to wash your hair on one leg, let alone dry yourself off and get your shirt and borrowed sweatpants on. The main problem in getting back to your room happened to be the pants themselves. Their length and bagginess made you slip.
At least Deanâs learned to ignore your apologies. He now holds you by the waist, having pulled you against his chest on reflex. With furrowed brows, he notices your pained hiss when you grab onto his arms for balance.
âYou okay?â he asks with a note of alarm.
âRibs,â you gasp. Theyâre throbbing sharply with his hold, especially after being rattled by the near fall.
He immediately adjusts his hold lower, holding your arm and hip to support you. His hands are strong, but gentle. The warmth and pressure of his touch rattles you more than almost falling into a heap. ClichĂŠ as it might be, your heart is beating faster, what seems like in and out of rhythm. A feeling you canât name stirs and tugs at your lower belly when you hazard looking up into his eyes. Theyâre a nice shade of green, like a forest floor in the spring.
âYou just go ass over tea kettle at any moment, huh?â he quips, his lips tugging upward. âCome on. Where were you headed?â
âTo my room, wise guy,â you say wryly, even as your blush heats your face and neck. âBut this is a great taxi service.â
He snorts. âYeah, call it the Winchestermobile.â
âWinchester. That your last name? Like the rifle?â you ask, while he helps you carefully down the hall. He nods in confirmation.
âThatâs interesting. You donât meet many Winchesters,â you remark.
âYeah, well, ainât that many left,â he mutters.
âWhat?â
âNothing,â he shakes his head, easing you down onto the edge of the bed. His hands go to his hips as he scrutinizes your form for further injury. âYou good? I was about to get cracking on some lunch.â
You offer him a grateful smile. âYeah, Iâm good. Whatâs on the menu?â
âNothing fancy. Iâm thinking grilled cheese. Maybe some tomato soup, assuming I can find a can in the pantry,â he says.
âHonestly, that sounds awesome,â you say. âHavenât had a grilled sinceâŚGod, probably since I was a kid.â
At that, Dean smiles. âWell, I happen to make an awesome one. No less than three kinds of cheese.â
âIf theyâre as good as your burgers, then I donât doubt it,â you reply. He seems pleased at that, and maybe a little bashful as his gaze falls away.
Cute, you think. Your smile grows.
âAll right, well, stay tuned,â he says. He winks, tossing you a âgun for handâ gesture that makes you laugh. Dean wears a rugged exterior as easily as his winter jacket, but heâs also kind of a dork.
After lunch (delicious, as you predicted), you take the afternoon just to sort through Deanâs records and alphabetize them for him. You hunker down on the floor in front of the shelf, close to the record player.Â
âI donât need all that. I know where all my stuff isâŚmore or less,â he says, with a lazy wave of the beer he has in hand.Â
âOh really?â you raise a brow. âOkay, letâs test that theory. Whereâs Boston.âÂ
âRight next to the White Album, there on the left.â
Sure enough, you find Boston, as well as the White Album by the Beatles. Â
âOh my God, you actually have the White Album?â You open up the double-sided case in excitement to read the list of songs printed on the inside. âThis thing is so expensive.âÂ
âBeatles fan, huh?â Dean says as he takes a seat on the couch. You turn your smile on him, and he stills in his seat.
âUh, yeah. Who isnât?â you say.
Dean shrugs with a smile of his own. âPut it on if you want.â
You bounce a little with excitement before you figure out how to turn on his record player. You put the vinyl album on Side B, moving the needle until you find âBlackbird.â
âOf course,â Dean says, slightly teasing. You turn to him with crunched brows. Â
âWhat? âBlackbirdâsâ a classic.â
âEh. Everyone likes âBlackbird.ââ
âThatâs what a classic means,â you argue.
âMore like a mainstream copout,â he says. You think itâs just to needle you, but you still purse your lips.Â
âFine, Mr. Music Snob. Then whatâs your favorite?â
âOn the White Album?â
âAny Beatles song.â
ââHey, Jude,ââ he says, after a moment. Thereâs some kind of weight in his eyes, a note of melancholy. You donât miss it, even though you donât know why itâs there.
âEveryone likes âHey, Jude,ââ you quip, trying to lighten him.Â
He smiles a little. âYeah. Fair enough.â
Finally, the snowstorm breaks. Dean ventures outside and brings you back a long, sturdy stick to lean your weight on when you want to move around, though he claims heâs working on a better solution. Now that the snow has let up, heâll be able to go out to the shed and do some work.Â
Whatever that means, you think.
You watch him from the living room when he goes outside to chop some more firewood.Â
He should really wear a hat. His brown hair is getting dusted white with snow flurries as he continues to swing down the ax. You notice the power in his tall frame, even covered by layers of his jacket, pants, and boots. You almost feel each chop of the wood resonate in your chest.Â
Heat rises in your cheeks when he looks up, as if he senses heâs being watched. You bow your head and pretend to read your book.
His boots continue to crunch in the snow as he makes trips back and forth from the surrounding forest. Aside from the firewood, he brings back a few long, thinner logs that he takes to the shed. Soon you begin to hear the steady back-and-forth cutting of a saw. You wish you could go out there and take a look, but you canât even get around the house that easily, let alone venture outside.
Your curiosity about this man knows no bounds, and you decide to use the walking stick he found for you in the meantime to get around without putting pressure on your injured ankle. You know itâs wrong, but you end up traversing the long, dark hallway, pushing open the door to the right, and venturing into Deanâs room.Â
It smells like him, earthy and tinged with smoke. His scent is seeped into every part of itâthe bed, the dresser and nightstands, the dark blue bedsheets, the desk and chair, and even the drapes. It makes you almost lightheaded at the pleasurable feeling of it washing over you.
A shudder suddenly runs down your spine and tugs at your core in arousal. With a sharp intake of breath, you have to shift on your feet, pressing your legs together against the slick already forming down below.
Youâre shocked and embarrassed at first. You aim to bolt out of his room, but you stop short in the doorway as it dawns on you.
Your sister is a beta, and so is her husband. Sheâs never completely understood you as an omega. She never understood your parents either, or the bond they had. She always scoffed at the idea of âtrue mates.â
Soulmates. It was fantasy and myth, the stuff of cheesy Harlequin novels.
Growing up, youâd agreed with her, even though a part of you deep down always protested. It wanted to tell her not to open her mouth about something she knew nothing about, and would never know.Â
The day you met Dean, you knew she was wrong.Â
Your more logical mind tries again to reassert itself though. You remind yourself that you barely know anything about this man, no matter how attractive, kind, funny, enigmaticâŚÂ
And yet, you canât shake that part of you that doesnât rest until you see his face in the morning; until you make him coffee and eat breakfast together, and take any opportunity to pull more threads from him. Itâs more than passing attraction. Itâs more than just being stuck together in this cabin, unable to escape each other. You know, because the feeling scares you, and it electrifies your blood at the same time.
All these thoughts go through your mind when you turn back around. Slowly, you continue to look around his room, your whole body tingling. The room is neat, more or less, with everything in its proper place. Itâs pretty bare though, dĂŠcor wise. Thereâs a desk with a few scattered books and a journal sandwiched in between. A smile of surprise forms across your face.
No. Donât tell me this guy is Mr. Dear Diary? you think in amusement. Though you wonder if itâs another way he passes his time here, especially when heâs holed up in his room.
You know you shouldnât be snooping, let alone contemplating what youâre about to doâŚbut you canât help yourself. Biting your lip, you slide out the journal and begin to flip through it.Â
You frown at the strange drawings and odd entriesâdates, narratives, scraps of information on different types of mythological creatures, and even more strange, on how to kill them.Â
What the hell is this?
Thatâs when you hear the front door swing open. You bolt from his room as quick as you can, not realizing you took the journal with you in your haste. You stuff it up your sweater and pretend like youâve just come out of the bathroom on the way back to your room. There you slide the journal under your pillow. You jump when Dean knocks on your door.
âHey,â he greets.
The jolting pains your ribs, and your hand goes to your left side in a hiss.Â
âYou okay?â he asks, brows furrowing in concern. He takes a step into your room, but you turn to him with a nod and a placating hand.
âYeah, Iâm fine. You just scared me,â you say, with a bit of nervous laughter.
He gives a half smile. âSorry. Just come âere a sec. I wanna show you something.â
He reaches out a hand to help guide you to the living room.
There he presents you with two rudimentary crutches. Your eyes widen as your free hand passes over the smooth chestnut color of the wood. Dean keeps a light hold on your elbow, just in case.
âYou made these?â you ask.
âYeah, just a bit of woodworking. Picked it up over the last couple of years,â he says.
Heâs downplaying it, but youâre nothing short of marveling. You set aside the walking stick in favor of picking up the crutches, and theyâre even the right size to position them under your arms.
âNow you donât have to hobble around like Long John Silver,â Dean quips. You meet the sight of his grin with a raised brow, but you soon begin to smile. When you get close enough to him, you lean the crutches against the couch and give him a warm hug, resting your head on his chest.
âThank you,â you say. Itâs something he was wholly unprepared for, but he hugs you back with a chuckle.
âUh, youâre welcome.â
Just then, he tries not to inhale your scent. He tries not to focus on the feeling of your body pressed soft and warm against his. You fit just right.Â
After a beat, you have mercy on him and pull away. You take your crutches back up and continue to walk around the living room experimentally.Â
âYou think Iâd be okay trying to go outside?â you ask on your way to the door. Dean tenses.
âUh, I donât thinkââ
But youâre already halfway out the door. He shakes his head and follows you with swift strides. He watches you step out carefully onto the porch like a baby deer. He cleared the snow this morning from the deck and the steps, but heâs more concerned when he sees you considering how you might step out onto the snow.
âStay on the porch, all right, Bambi,â he warns. âYouâre not wearing snow boots and itâs still pretty deep. Not to mention, Iâve been keeping an eye out for a bear that wandered through here last weekââ
You turn to look at him over your shoulder in amusement.
âOkay, Alpha. Calm down,â you say playfully. âIâm not gonna go ass over tea kettle.â Â
His brow twitches as he frowns. Alpha. He fights not to show his reaction to the way you said it; it calls to his baser instincts, almost stirring a rumble in his chest.
Cheeky little omega.
You keep to the porch, but regardless, youâre happy. You donât even mind the cold. You see your breath on the air, and you tip your head back, closing your eyes with a smile as the sunshine warms your face. You inhale through your nose and let it out slowly in contentment.Â
âItâs a good day, Dean,â you say quietly.Â
You donât realize that heâs watching you with a more reserved smile on his face. When he realizes it, he shakes his head at himself. Heâs only been here a week with you, and itâll probably take a couple more for your ankle to heal up well enough for you to walk again, let alone get down the mountain.Â
He doesnât want to leave you alone up here, so heâll have to somehow keep fending off your probing questions into his past and personal life. There's a lifetime of blood, nightmares, and death that he just can't let you see behind his eyes.
Hell, he's been trying to shove it all down for the past yearâin booze and odd jobs and trips to nowhere, always coming back to an empty bunker. He still wonders how Sam's managed to do it, to move on, and build a new life for himself.
If Dean's honest (and he's not), he feels a bit like this cabin; old, falling apart, and forgotten.
But heâll have to keep taking in your brightness and warmth, continue arguing with you about music and other inane shit, and pretend that every small touch of yours doesnât ignite his skin. That it doesnât make him have to beat down every instinct he has to pull you into his body and blanket you with his scent, ravage you, claim you, and make you his.Â
He never thought this would happen to him. He never thought someone like you was out thereâŚfor someone like him.
He knows it though, deep in his gut. Youâre meant for him. Youâre meant to be his mate.
Which means heâs already screwed.Â
AN:Â And we're off! Special thanks again to Michelle (@luci-in-trenchcoats) for being my sounding board when I was first writing this series. Let me know what you think of Part 1! đ
Next Time:
I buried my wife today. Even as I write that down, I donât believe it. Last week we were a normal familyâŚeating dinner, going to Deanâs T-ball game, buying toys for baby Sammy. But in an instant, it all changedâŚ
When I try to think back, get it all straight in my headâŚI feel like Iâm going crazy. Like someone ripped both my arms off, plucked my eyes out. Iâm wandering around, alone and lost and I canât do anything.
This is Deanâs father, you realize. The more that you read, with no small amount of dismay, you also realize that this man is writing about his wife, Mary.
Deanâs momâŚ
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get it off your chest
pairing: pedri x ofc
summary: pedri comes home tired and stressed from his last match. celia offers a way to help him
warnings: smut, oral sex (m recieving), deep throat, face fucking, dom!pedri
author's note: saw the game against atleti and blacked out. i did not proof read đŹ
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The door unlocking set Celia's nerves on fire. She had had a late shift at work she couldn't wiggle her way out, which meant she could not attend the game at Montjuic. She had arrived home by the 13th minute mark, and watched in horror how Barça lost a game they should have won easily.
Pedri was wonderful. Whenever he picked the ball dome magic happened, but passing the ball to the forwards was like shooting against the wall. Everything happened but a goal.
And so, AtlĂŠtico de Madrid pulled a last minute remontada.
Celia had watched how her boyfriend got awarded man of the match, and for what? He looked so heartbroken they might as well killed a puppy in front of him.
Celia slipped to the hall, where Pedri was dropping his bag and his keys. His hair was still wet from the shower, his cheeks still pink from the exertion. His dark eyes were casted down.
"Baby," she muttered, rushing to hug him. Pedri squeezed her waist between his arms, face buried on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry."
His breathing was heavy, and Celia could feel some wetness on her shirt. She didn't mention it.
Celia locked their fingers, dragging a barely responsive Pedri back to their bedroom.
"Have you eaten?" He nodded slowly. "Water?" Another nod.
It was jarring, seeing a boy as passionate as Pedri totally drained like this. It made her want to put on a jersey and score the goals herself.
Celia helped Pedri get off his clothes and to slip on the bed, offering her chest for him to lay his head. She cradled his face, tangled her fingers on his hair, as he sniffled a little. She let him cry for a while, until he passed out.
đâ¤ď¸
An hour into his nap, Pedri woke up. The fog he had been in was gone, and Celia could see how angry he was. The fire was back, as he looked up at her.
"I'm sorry," he said, lifting his head. "Earlier I wasâ"
"It's okay, I saw. You... you were majestic today."
"It wasn't enough."
"It can't be when you played without forwards." She caressed his cheek. "If there's anything I can do to help... I can't make the team better, but maybe I can make you feel good? I could cook anything or..."
She blushed. She should not be thinking about that when her boyfriend was down.
"I... I think that would help," he said shyly.
Their relationship ship was quite recent. Pedri had given Celia keys to her home so she could meet him after games in situations like this, but they were nkt as familiar with each other as they would like. Specially in that regard.
Celia pushed the hair out of his forehead.
"How do you want me?"
She was not going to judge. She was eager to be there for him, in any way she could, in any way that he needed.
"Can I have your mouth?" It was rare dor Pedri to ask for something like that. He was a gentleman through and thorough, always focusing on her pleasure and trying to be a sweet and soft as he could. Celia had noticed he enjoyed it when things got a little bit rougher, when he got her lips around him, even if her tired to hide it.
She suspected he would not be able to pretend so well tonight.
They moved, Pedri sitting by the edge of the bed, and Celia kneeling between his thighs. She pulled down the elastic band of his shorts and his underwear, getting rid of all the layers between them. There was no point in soft foreplay and shy tentatives.
Celia looked up at him, hand snaking to grab at his cock stroking him into full hardness. Pedri's gaze was dark and contained, his fists resting at the sides of his body.
"If you want me to stopâ" she offered.
"No! Please. I need... I need this."
Celia nodded, beginning to give small kitten licks to the underside of his dick. It was pink and just as pretty as the rest of him. Pedri pulled off his t-shirt, the room suddenly boiling him alive.
Celia put the tip inside her mouth, suckling gently as she stroked what she didn't put inside, watching as the muscles on Pedri's torso tensed and relaxed.
"Joder, baby," he groaned. "Pleae, baby, give me some more." Pedri's hand tangled on her blonde curls, and pushed her gently against himself, before stopping abruptly. "I'm sorryâ"
Celia pulled out and shook her head, green eyes glinting with an idea. She pulled her hair in a ponytail, and led Pedri's hand to hold it.
"Use me as you need, baby," she instructed him. "Use my mouth to get it off your chest, okay?"
The invitation to fuck her face was there, but Pedri still hesitated a couple of moments. Celia stuck her tongue out and winked, waiting for him to take the offer.
Pedri pushed himself inside her mouth slowly, tentatively testing her resistance and the depth of her promise, before realising Celia was not backing out.
"Fuckâ"
Her mouth was warm and wet, lips wrapping around him. She struggled a bit to take him deep inside, choking when he hit the back of her throat, but she did not pull away. She was decided to be his fucktoy for the night and she would be.
"Oh, my God."
Pedri was moving her head up and down, setting a faster pace. Celia was delighted, as he sped up, his patience finally breaking.
Celia started choking, the gagging noise coming form her throat driving Pedri to pulling her off, ropes of spit connecting her mouth to his cock as she regained her breath.
"Is this what you wanted?" He asked, voice husky, completely gone. "To be used as a fleshlight, huh? Did you want me to fuck that pretty skull of yours?"
"YeâYes," confirmed Celia. Pedri tapped his dick against her tongue, demanding entry again.
He was not kind, he was not soft. Pedri did as promised his grip on Celia's hair forcing her to lend her mouth to be fucked, not that she wanted it any other way. His hips started twitching forward, meeting her halfway.
"I'm gonna cum soon," he warned. "Swallow it like a good girl, okay, baby?"
It took him a few thrusts to finally still deep inside her mouth, cum flooding her throat as she swallowed greedily.
"Thank you," he exhaled, finally freeing her from his grip. Celia smiled dazzedly.
"Thank you," she told him. She had never seen this demanding and rough side of Pedri, but was decided to explore it in a nicer day.
"I really needed that," Pedri admitted, as if the post orgasm clarity was taking away his filter. "Thank you so much, baby."
"Always, Pedri." Celia rested her head on his thigh, licking at her lips. "I'm here for you, okay?"
#pedri#pedri gonzalez x reader#luna's one shots#pedri x reader#pedri gonzalez#pedri gonzĂĄlez x reader#pedri gonzalez x oc#pedri gonzĂĄlez#pedri smut#pedri gonzalez smut#pedri gonzĂĄlez smut
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Actually obsessed with my new coworker at the farm ajdkalsl
#not snz#apparently he's some sort of cook for a living#idk what he does i just know he works in a kitchen#but this isn't like a career move or anything for him#he's super secretive about his job for some reason?? like damn how bad is it lmao#he didnât even tell us what he does i just managed to clock him#he's been here for like a week now and I've been going in extra days bc my boss is on vacation and someone needs to train him#kinda quiet the first couple days and didnât really talk until you said something to him first unless he had a question#and then i said fuck like five times in the same sentence and now he talks a lot lmao#swearing like a sailor gang unite i guess#anyway i tried to hand him off to another coworker so i could go play vet for a few of our animals#but he wanted to come and i was like đŹ#bc one of the animals has a nasty infected wound that needs hella care#and I'm the one who does it bc it makes everyone else sick and/or faint#and i go 'oh no it's okay i can do it it's kinda gross' and I'm telling him Why and everything#dude looks me in the face he's like 'i work in a kitchen'#I'm like bro respectfully i think this is a bit different from raw meat#and he proceeds to tell me that he watched someone cut part of their finger off???????#like wtf is going on in restaurants#so i was too floored by that response to say shit so he came with me#and to his credit he was very good with all the medical stuff like I'll give him that#he's just so deadpan about everything and it's so funny to me#also he can do a handstand for over a minute#like a few of us were sitting in the office vibing and trying to bond and he just drops that then did it like??#i know so much about this man and yet i know nothing about him#so yeah workhas been fun lately lmao
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"Pick a Player" Sasha edition!
help assemble furniture/ ask for restaurant reccs: bobby
ask directions for in a new city/go on a roadtrip: yans
help with moving: pantrs finns :)
cook a 5 star meal: not a single pantr can cook good to his knowledge so team chef it is đđđ
#aleksander barkov#sergei bobrovsky#keith yandle#finns#florida panthers#2425#sasha trusts bobby with his life which means he trusts him with ikea instructions and also food reccs#thats love babey#sorry very cute but you guys are gonna get any furniture built by the end of it đđđ#yans mention#âi would call my finnish friends from the teamâ oh finnish foursome you make me cry#finnish friends...#does this also include ruutu#man who just wants to chill with mikksy luosty and lundy drinking beers after moving like one box#i get it#FINNISH FRIENDS#sasha only trusting them with the moving process also makes me wheeze#âi dont even know whos really good cook on our team đŹâ team doomed with idiots in the kitchen#congrats to this coming out at the same time boqy admitted he cannot cook for shit#this team really is doomed#im so sorry ekky i think you have to pick up those dusty baking gloves on again if not because i dont think anyone knows what an oven is#sasha whos notoriously bad at cooking...#HE DOESNT TRUST ANYBODY AND WENT WITH THE TEAM CHEF I WANT TO CRY
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I've been thinking a lot about art and why it doesn't feel good anymore, and a lot of what I keep coming back to is a) simply not being happy with my style, but b) not feeling comfortable experimenting because I feel like I need things to be """post worthy""" đ so like... it's kind of a vicious cycle lmao so I'm heeding the advice I used to give people trying to overcome perfectionism which was "don't worry about making things that are 'good enough' to post and just post everything."
So... some vague style experimenting đ¤ˇââď¸ and also a sketch of Ilya from forever ago that I really liked but kept thinking I would come back and do more with.
#ghost city#maksim girard#ilya kasharin#I forgot Maksim's tattoos AND his little neck ridges in the headshots but oh welllllll#artbyrom#me: my struggles with art are deeply rooted and totally unique to me and I could never hope to explain them to anyone else#-describes two of the most common struggles for artists on social media ever-#I'm still happy with my general approach to lineart and the flat colors with minimal accent shading#and I even really like the thing I've done a couple times now of selectively coloring the lineart#so the issue I'm having is with like... the fundamental base of the art đŹ#so many of the artists I really admire have very minimalist highly stylized ways of drawing people and I want so badly to pursue that#I never really wanted my art to have this more semi-realistic look to it :| but I'm like...#I don't feel confident in my ability to portray a specific face unless I detail it to hell and back#I need to find a way to get comfortable with forms that are more... representational#fuck.... y'know a lot of it might come down to how outspoken my ex was about how much he disliked simplistic and representational styles#lol. lmao.
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Looking back at Girl Meets World, it will forever irritate me especially for how they handled/treated Angela. Oh this show really hated black women because how do you not only 1.) describe her, one of (correct me if I'm wrong) only few black and MAIN characters of the og show, as a "concept" 2.) have characters show obvious disgust at the small mention of her name 3.) depict her as a homewrecker for a new relationship that, really, shouldn't have ever happened 4.) have her old friends treat her like dirt and her old lover like she is the root of his problems, when there was nothing but positive love there 5.) reuse all the concepts from said previous love story just to elevate the new ship with a yte woman and 6.) compare her to Hurricane Katrina, one of the deadliest hurricanes that caused significant numbers of death, harm, misplacement, and trauma to people, largely of whom were black? Mind you, all these points I mentioned were toward the only main black character of the OG show before the spinoff, and the only, from what I can remember, black female character of the spinoff who didn't even stay long. Not even getting into the racist drama with some of the members on set, but you cannot look me in the eye and tell me that the way the show handled Angela, her story, and her relationship with the other characters + Shawn wasn't fucking disrespectful, you can't because I won't believe you.
#boy meets world#girl meets world#like this show had so many issues (from its depiction of autism to religious intolerance to supporting grooming)#but this was a whole other level#it was especially hurtful as a young black girl to see growing bc i really tried to like this show with its lacking diversity#but coming from watching bmw to this a show from the 90s that depicted a black character better than a 2010s show- u get my point#and its so wrong bc it depicts angela as being the one to end the relationship when all she said in bmw how she#didn't want to see her leaving as a goodbye and there was ambiguous hope for the future#also shoving shawn to be with maya's mom was really unnecessary#not only bc of how it depicted being raised in a single parent household so negatively#but that the only way to solve maya's problems was for her...to have a dad? like that really isn't how it works#i blissfully live in the delulu where angela and shawn came back together once she left europe and he eventually married her#after they graduated college and have a beautiful family together#shawn x angela#don't even get me started on how whenever there was a guest cameo it was met audience applause and happy reactions#but when it was for angela: crickets đŹ#back to maya- i feel like it would have been better for her story if shawn didn't marry her mother (and was with angela) and u would see her#hope and wish for the opposite to where it nearly consumes her only to finally be sat down and informed that#even if shawn isn't with your mom he'll still be in your life as a father figure no matter what#i personally feel like that would've been better#but this is largely just s rant so forgive the structure of it al
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roleplay idea: barton's trying to say this BS that he's 'good at processing grief' when your muse was a witness to the absolute rage-filled and deranged rampage that barton went on after julien was killed by the joker in which he brutally hurt all but one of his henchmen (he killed the last one because he told him he was 'crazy' and that he 'better kill him, or he was going to tell his boss that barton had been there' and he literally just snapped, went 'you know what, i think i will kill you AND also let the joker know i killed you so he knows to never come near my family again' then killed him. like HUHHH?) at the time with your muse being like this
#OF MONSTERS AND MEN: musings.#ooc post.#yeahhh đ man i wish i was joking about this you all but he really did put like three men in the hospital and killed one of them so...#he is NOT good at processing grief at all SKSKS and yeah the fact that they chose to ally themselves with the joker probably does say-#something about their own character but i don't condone violence or murder so it's still wrong even if they were... terrible đŤ #no but barton was honestly looking for someone else to blame besides himself for julien's death so he basically went to all of these-#henchmen and grilled them + asked them all whether they knew anything about how the joker was planning to kill his son#anddd when they all answered him with a 'no' was when thing's uhhh. Got violent đŹ like just imagine being one of barton's kids-#and mourning the loss of your brother in a normal albeit sad way on your own but then barton comes back home covered in blood-#+ it's obviously not his... like i don't even know if i'd want to ask him what the hell he just did because while barton is in mourning-#or grieving you do NOT want to be near him if you are the one that caused the death in question because you will get your-#shit rocked let me tell you â ď¸ like the only reason why barton didn't kill the joker himself is BC he knew that that would attract-#batman's ire like nothing else and he does NOT want that smoke as much as barton hates him LMAO but DC muses... just to let you know-#or really any type of muse that interacts with him but those who are close to him in particular i would not touch a hair on any of his#family members head unless you want to have someone after you + i swear i'm not saying that to be edgy or anything BC ever since i#first mentioned that barton is always this đ¤ close to going off of the deep end even more than he already is i was not joking at all ASDFGH#tw: mentions of violence#tw: mentions of murder#tw: mentions of child death
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so if you romance and ascend astarion you can kick him in the balls when he tries to turn you and itâs just very funny, heâs so pissy about it. so much for the most powerful vampire of all time or whatever, he stamps around like a toddler and then leaves forever
#iâm glad i saved before that choice so i can go through all the scenes i wouldnât have got otherwise#(âthat choiceâ meaning ascension)#im Fascinated by a whole bunch of stuff if you ascend him#like if you succeed on the detect thoughts (or maybe insight i forget) before he turns you to see what he think of you#it says something like âhe will always see you as degrading yourself while you choose to be with himâ which is just BONKERS INSANE#like not confusing or anything. just wild to include. in a good way; like yeah of course thatâs how he feels#and then the narrator follows it up with something like âbut isnât that what you want?â#like iâm glad they do actually try to impress upon you how fucked this dynamic is. theyâre not trying to make you think itâs a good outcome#(i know thereâs discourse about this and itâs very annoying)#(people who are like âactually itâs romantic and kinkyâ uhh đŹ)#(but then people who are like âhow can anyone think this is okâ and direct that towards anyone who enjoys playing it)#(like no itâs fun and genuinely interesting and i can see the appeal. just not when it comes to analysing the relationship)#(most people are aware that this is a bad dynamic theyâre just playing a game chill out)#(like when i said đŹ about it being romantic/kinky i mean that from the perspective of analysing the story not personal enjoyment)#(anyway. moving on)#like i did that specific bit of dialogue probably a month or more ago and only once (because the test was really hard)#and itâs been creeping around in my head ever since. i love it lmao#i saw a video of that kiss where he makes you kneel a while ago and didnât quite believe it was a real thing#but no itâs one of his actual default kisses. amazing#like iâm definitely gonna do a playthrough where i get everyone to make the power-hungry soul-destroying choices#and i might have to romance astarion again for that one because he definitely seems to have the most bad-decision relationship content#although he has the most relationship content full stop so itâs not surprising#but i think thatâs the only one that notably changes your character during the playthrough rather than just the epilogue#personal#ash plays bg3
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why do i feel weirdly guilty for taking a day off of work to have necessary surgery đ¤Ą
#they said i could go back to work but i did that last time and it was a pain so i took the day off#and i did a bunch of errands and Accomplished Things instead of napping which is what i wanted to do#then finally sat down to watch a movie and eat and im like....feeling guilty for not being at work#insane#to be fair the hour before i left yesterday was crazyyyy bc we had a kind of crisis#ibstayed a half hour late bc there wasnt enough coverage due to the crisis and i did my coworker's clean up for her bc she literally left#without finishing it#bc she was freaking out#crisis is one of the kids had lice lol#anyway she left without finishing her cleanup even tho the owner of the school and our boss's boss dropped by#to let us know the health department was coming thennext day (today)#and she Went Home even tho there was literally cottage cheese all over the floor wtf#anyway i was watching the kids while my supervisor bagged up all the stuffed toys and sheets and blankets etc to wash#then i did my other co teachers cleanup while my supervisor tried to do afternoon diapers but she was so late starting only 4 kids were lef#out of like 8 or 10 that probably should have been changed#so half of them went home without a final diaper change lmao#anyway#bugs đŹ#i got a lice treatment shampoo and leave in conditioner but yuck#anyway i just felt really bad bc im out and they always need people but also im out on the day we're getting a ladt minute health inspectio#and i know that classroom is gross bc the cleaning crew thats supposed to come in every night has definitely not been doing that#this has been a shitpost#anyway my eye surgery hurts so bad wah đ#its not even supposed to hurt that much but im like wicked sensitive to the light or something that it hurts a lot even w eye shields#and nobody is babying meeee#my mom made me clean the kitchen and the barn when we got home :(#my brother is making gf cookies for me tho but not bc of the surgery he just wants to try baking gf for me in general bc he's nice#also he's making 61 cookies by accident instead of 18 bc he doubled the recipe and then realized it was a recipe forngiant cookies lmao
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blamore when he's in love with someone is like the epitome of ' how deep is your love. ' and honestly, in addition to that song being a banger (the bee gee's has made a lot of those in my opinion though NGL LOL), i say this because it really is that lover who silently wants their partner to give them ALL of their love and who is that ride or die whom won't let anyone break them down + will always have a 'it's both of us versus the world' mindset.
because whenever it comes to love... it is all or nothing with blamore. which means he will be completely devoted to whoever this partner at the time may be, and will kind of have an unspoken expectation that they'll also be devoted to him, but in a very sweet way like twin-flames or something. Because, and don't tell it i said this (nahhh, i'm just kidding around with y'all LOL i know he isn't real ofc but you know the vibes), the plant-hybrid is sort of a romantic deep down
#ALL DARK ALL BLOODY MY HEART: character study.#okay... yeah. i was listening to 'how deep is your love' while writing this as well. but it's a good freaking somg what can i say LMAO#and honestly the fact that blamore is an 'all or nothing' kind of person whenever it comes to love really does fit so well for him-#in my opinion especially when you consider that it's relationship with erich REALLY did not end on a good note... unfortunately đŹ#and this is because erich thought that his viewpoint about humanity was completely wrong + he believed that just because some people-#kept on committing crimes even with blamore's help / guidance to try to get to stop doesn't mean the entirety of humanity is lost. And-#well... Blamore REALLY did agree with that for lack of better words bc it pretty much went through a complete paradigm shift and-#had a MASSIVE mental breakdown whenever he transformed bc it believed it 'wasted all of this time trying to help people.' so it perceived-#erich's disapproval as a betrayal and doesn't want anything to do with him now. which... is both sad and kind of says something about-#how altered Blamore's mental state is now because of course you shouldn't assume everyone is bad and can't be saved BUT what-#can i say besides that it could not overcome all of the hatred that it felt towards humanity for taking away it's father who SUBSCRIBED to-#the very idea that humanity could be helped himself#IT WAS PROBABLY NOTHING BUT IT FELT LIKE THE WORLD: musings.
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#been thinking if they did kill off somebody#would tend to agree with the general consensus that it would (probably?) be bobby#the big bobby storyline coming and the bts of peterâŚ. đŹ#i would be very surprised if they killed buck after just getting done with the bi buck arc#feels a little too close to the bury your gays trope rn lol#iâve always maintained that the will likely saves eddie from being killed off#because i just donât see this show wanting to actually go through with giving christopher to buck#unless they decide to undo the will entirely (which is possible given some of the bts weâve seen as of late but prob not likely)#i trust kenny is correct in his assertion that madney is post-wedding bliss so theyâre probably fine#i donât see them killing off hen after doing this mara storyline#and theyâre not gonna write off angela bassett a second sooner than they have to lmao#tommy feels⌠possible? not super likely given the same reason as buck but heâs not a main so who knows#marisol straight up doesnât matter enough to be considered lmao#doubt anyone at dispatch is involved either#so that being said⌠bobby feels like the most likely choice#with eddie as a slight possibility#and maybe tommy if they arenât going mcd (god please no)#anyway#just had some thoughts given the new episode title#i hope no one is killed but with the network move and tim being back⌠it feels more real than it has in a while
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Me at work: *Talks on the phone constantly, every day, Monday to Friday, no problem*
Me at home: *Makes a phone call and end up sweating profusely*
#no but Iâve always hated talking on the phone#and then I ended up working as a temp#and I have to take calls and make calls every day and I was surprised that I was fine doing it#and now I had to make a phonecall because Iâm planning on buying a cat for my brother#and I was honestly sweating when I hung up#Iâve never been as much of an adult as I was in that moment when I called the person with the cat#to set up a time to go see it#great scott my life is heavy#also kind of funny but I went downstairs to ask my mum if she wants to come with me#to look and my dad was like to look at what??#and I was like đŹ I think you know haha#he said that after our last cat passed away in 2021 at the age of 18 that there would be no more cats#yeah⌠he said that before we got her too#we already had a cat then and I came home like thereâs a classmate that has kittens and we need to get one!#and my dad was like nope and my mum went to pick one out#and he loved her heâs a softie and honestly heâd never say no to getting a pet#heâs just being a dad about it
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As a diehard Byler, I personally haven't cared about the Stranger Things reddit "worst ship" poll going on (and I'm sure many of you feel the same way). I have found it silly how worked up people seem over there because people are *checks notes* um... voting. In the public poll. Many times they're even voting in line with what the comments want (so in agreement with the redditors) but somehow having a shared opinion is... unionizing? Idk lmao it's just very funny to me!!! (Especially because I honestly think the current final 4 make the most sense.)
That being said, I have to admit that I'm lowkey excited to FINALLY vote Jancy out. Praying it is their time to go. đ
(I promise I don't hate Nancy/Jonathan/or Steve. My jumbled thoughts are in the tags, please ignore any typos I noticed later and was too lazy to fix.)
#if Byler made it far that was a cool bonus#at this point I just want to see both of Nancy's ships go away because frankly...#I dislike both Stancy and Jancy. I'm sorry but it is true#neither ship makes anyone involved better or happier imo đŹ#my ideal ending for both El AND Nancy is that they girlboss on their own for a while#Jonathan's characterization has been dedicated to that ship for TOO LONG and he's too good of a#character to have him only serve as Nancy's boyfriend#and I'm sorry but the fact that she is still unsure or confused between the two tells me she should just#worry about herself!! She should just focus on her ambition and follow her intuition which is telling her two be with neither of them imo#she likes things about both of them I think and I do think she loves Jonathan#but I just don't think their long term goals and current state of their relationship is indicative of a relationship built to last#and that's okay!!! sometimes when you love someone you come to a point that the truest act of love you can give is letting them go!!#anyway long explanation to say... Steve and Nancy and Jonathan are all better characters independent of their relationships#I'm hoping Jancy goes next. It's my truth and I'm gonna speak it (even if I know it is unpopular lol)#stranger things#reddit ship poll#st reddit ship elimination#st reddit#byler#<- target audience
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if i think bout ichi going to jiro kasuga's grave and arakawa accompanying him Maybe At Least Once i just might explode
#snap chats#hi everyone. coping with my reality. plus it is fathers day tomorrow#ill save all THAT rambling after The Real Meat alright lemme get that juice out the way#anyway no i was just having an idle thought with fathers day coming up#an i just thought of like. Just-Got-Here ichi wantin to see his Relatively-Recently-Deceased's dad's grave#maybe arakawa wanted to ask ichi to do somethin on X day and ichi visibly is just đŹ#obvi he tries to brush it off like Oh Its Nothing Sir Haha :) but arakawa's A Dad.#and grew up with a troubled childhood alright he knows when someones hiding something so he encourages ichi to tell him the truth#such comes The Bean Spillin an ichi's just 'remember how i said my dad died yeah i wanted to visit him that day đđ '#followed up by the obligatory backpedaling But Its Fine I Can Do Another Day ! No Worries ! etc etc#so pleaaasse cut to arakawa making a 'deal' with ichi in that he can go that day but only if he could tag along#ichi's a great kid it's worth visiting the guy who raised him right#im gonna throw up if arakawa just gets a Funny Feeling during their visit yk what i mean#he just feels Especially grateful for jiro and what he did for ichi- doesnt exactly know why maybe ichi really is just that good of a kiddo#im gona make myself throw UP oh my GOD. crying dying etc etc#if you see me write or draw anything after this no you dont#speaking of though Personal Ramble Time i knew i shouldnt have eaten until later this is my karma <- thats not how karma works#i try not to eat in the evening and the time i do unprompted BOOM mother's home. screaming crying yelling#i still had things i wanted to do upstairs too gdi now i gotta wait til monday or like. 2AM â ď¸â ď¸â ď¸#ok thats all byyyyye im gonna cope with my cringe family situation with projection đ
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the arb brand surprise for the 1ď¸âŁđ´đevent was an unexploded bomb going off and helping ichiroâs senpaiâs business out in the process, which truly is just â¨arb things⨠lol, but it reinforces the impact the war had on japan, as we see from jakuraiâs homecoming conversation in the fpmtrâ manga
#vee queued to fill the void#the arb chronicles#donât go looking for this âscreenshotâ in testimony now yall it doesnât exist lol#thereâs pretty strong evidence that hitoya and jakurai went to school in tokyo#and itâs kinda terrifying that the damage done reached the capital đŹ#arb isnât canon lol but it does make you wonder HOW japan was impacted by wwiii if their capital did get bombed#like arbâs bomb was just outside of mt fuji lol it sounds to me there was some planning done in what damage their enemies wanted to inflict#and goddamn rereading that chapter HITOYAS COLLEGE WAS DAMAGED BY THE WAR????#thank goodness heâs okay but i bet that fear drove soraâs bullies to admitting their crime to him after all these years#and âi should reference the timeline for this particular train of thought but maybe this attack was what âkilledâ yamada mama#like we donât know when exactly the attack happened but hitoyaâs 23 when jakurai comes back#so that would make ichiro 7 jiro 5 and saburo 3 and iirc the war ended when saburo was oneâŚâŚ??#but i DO remember the timeline makes sure to state that âarmed conflict still continuesâ#which is pretty poignant if you ask me lol#but again i should check the timeline on that lol (i cannot wait for the new one lol)#c: sensei#c: ichibro#c: samatoki sama#c: hitoya
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