#funny to understand that nothing good will happen in “serious matters” and that there is something good only in “meaningless” activities

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[afterglowsainz]

Lando Norris and 6!

something about him is made for somebody like me | lando norris

song; the boy is mine - ariana grande

a/n: anon let me tell you right now your mind is immaculate because i had a fic based on this exact song about lando but i didn’t ended up posting it howeverrrr i always had the idea to do something like this and you just made it possible so thank you 😽

part of the spotify wrapped special

You were never one for having many crushes. In fact, you could count on one hand the number of guys you’d liked, and you’d still have fingers left over. But Lando Norris? My God. You didn’t know what it was about him, but you were convinced you were destined to be together. He was made for you.

Of course, your feelings for Lando were your little secret. Outwardly, you had no intention of showing just how smitten you were. But back at your apartment at night, you’d consult your tarot cards, asking when the time would come for things to start falling into place. If your friends could see you, they would definitely be confused. Since when did you make such an effort for a guy? But they wouldn’t understand—Lando wasn’t just any guy.

Sometimes, it felt like your efforts paid off, like when Lando smiled at you in the paddock or greeted you casually.

“Hi, y/n,” he’d say, always with that mischievous grin that was so undeniably his.

He never skipped a greeting—not even on the days he had some model-of-the-month on his arm—but it never went further than that. So, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

It started innocently enough. You lit a candle for him and wrote letters, asking the universe to make him notice you the way you noticed him. Then, you began engaging him in casual conversations at the paddock before ignoring him for a couple of days, only to flash him a radiant smile as if nothing had happened. Not long after, Lando started bringing you fruit in the mornings to your workstation. You smiled to yourself—he’d never done that before.

One day, after a tough qualifying session that left him starting P11, you handed him a quartz crystal, saying it was for good luck. The next day, he won the race. Another time, you mentioned you’d light a candle for him, and he landed pole position. Lando started looking forward to your tokens or words of encouragement each weekend. And when you didn’t give him anything? Something always went wrong.

He began depending on you, convinced you were his good luck charm.

It wasn’t witchcraft, really. He was already a great driver—you just gave him a little boost of confidence, and he did the rest. But now, not a day went by when Lando didn’t scan the paddock for you as soon as he arrived. He began to miss you when you weren’t around. The endless stream of women in his Instagram DMs no longer mattered; the only woman who held his attention was you, and you always seemed preoccupied with everyone else but him.

It wasn’t just about luck anymore. Lando wanted to be around you all the time.

What was this feeling? And why did everything suddenly smell like vanilla and coconut?

Lando frowned when he finally spotted you, laughing with Oscar. Since when were you two friends? And why were you laughing so hard? There was no way the Australian was that funny, he thought. Jealousy coursed through his veins, and he had to restrain himself from dragging you to the most secluded corner of the paddock. Instead, he walked over to Oscar and casually informed him that Andrea was looking for him, leaving you and Lando alone.

“I was actually looking for you,” the Brit said, his expression serious.

You had to suppress a smile as you looked at him—furrowed brow, clenched fists, flushed cheeks. He was jealous. Another step in your plan was working perfectly.

“Well, you found me,” you replied innocently, flashing him a sweet smile.

Lando gave you a lopsided grin, studying you. You looked so soft and sweet—he wondered how you’d look in his bed. If only he knew.

“Nothing for good luck today?” he murmured. The air between you grew warmer, and you felt your cheeks flush under his intense, yearning gaze.

“I forgot to bring something,” you replied nonchalantly. “But I could draw some cards tonight if that would help you feel more confident.”

Lando shook his head, his eyes fixed on your lips.

“You and your witchy ways. They’re going to be the death of me,” he said, stepping closer until his face was just inches from yours.

“I’m not a witch,” you defended yourself, because you weren't. To your knowledge, at least.

The scent of vanilla and coconut flooded his senses, and he nearly groaned. Lately, he smelled it all the time. It took him a moment to realize it was just your perfume. Witch or not, Lando was utterly bewitched by you.

“Maybe something else?” he murmured, circling back to his earlier question. “Just a taste,” he said, his gaze dropping to your lips, and you knew exactly what he meant.

You hid your smile, realizing you now held all the cards.

“Let’s do something,” you began. “Get pole position, and then I’ll see you in my room.”

He actually whined.

“Give me something now—for luck,” he pleaded.

You shook your head.

“After what I’ll do, you’re going to become world champion.”

You winked at him and Lando smirked mischievously, while you concealed your darkest desires behind your sweetest smile. The boy was finally yours.

[vitalverstappen]

The Tortured Poets Department - D. Ricciardo

summary: snapshots of your relationship with Danny

pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x reader

warnings: smoking, anxiety, self sabotage

word count: 1.6k

a/n: writing is quite literally the only thing getting me through the danny news so enjoy!

masterlist

the tortured drivers' department masterlist

It wasn’t hard to figure out that Daniel was into the arts. He constantly had a camera in his hands, he had a .jpeg account, and his favorite dates were always to the local art museum. So it was no surprise that when you first started dating, he started to dabble in writing. What did puzzle you was the fact he bought a typewriter for his endeavors. And that he had a habit of leaving it at your apartment. 

“I don’t understand how you keep forgetting this thing. It’s huge” You joked as you flipped your phone camera to show the machine that was collecting dust on your kitchen table. As much as you loved him, you’d never understand why he chose such an antiquated way of putting his stories to life. 

“I left it there again?” He asked “Maybe I should just keep it there. We could start a club: The Tortured Poets Department” 

“Yeah, good luck with that” You said, a smirk plastered on your face. 

The next Grand Prix came quicker than you would’ve liked. You loved watching the race, and loved seeing Danny do what he loves, but you hated that he always ended up self sabotaging. It didn’t matter if it was a race win or if he came in last. He always found something to be upset about.

A frown was plastered on his face as he climbed out of the car. He had gotten fourth, so you would think there was nothing to be upset about, but that’s not how Daniel operates. You were easily able to decode that the finish meant he was either upset that he didn’t get on the podium, or that he didn’t think he deserved to be that high. 

“There is no way I actually got P4.” He began 

“I don’t deserve that” The two of you said in sync, a playfully mocking tone in your voice. You already knew how this was going to play out, as if it was a show you had watched countless times. You had the dialogue memorized.

A sigh escaped your lips as you wrapped your arms around him, your tone becoming more serious, “Yes you do, love. You deserve that and the whole world.”

“You really mean that?” He asked as he pulled away from you, his arms still at your waist.

“Yes, I fully mean that. You’ve hauled that tractor of a car all the way to fourth. You have incredible talent behind the wheel.” You reassured him. 

That night, the two of you returned home to Monaco, where you had a nice, relaxing evening of listening to your favorite songs, smoking, and going through the F1 gossip blogs. It was a guilty pleasure, hearing what everyone had to say about you two. Both you and Daniel didn’t care how everyone felt about you two. If anything, it was funny seeing how wrong the internet was about everything that happened behind the scenes. 

“‘I think Danny and Y/N should get a dog. They’d be such cute pawrents!’” Daniel read and then glanced over at you, wiggling his eyebrows “Should we?” 

“God no” You laughed “ We can barely take care of ourselves. What makes you think we can take care of a dog?” 

Daniel shrugged “True, we’re not Charles and Alexandra. We’re just two idiots” 

“You’re gonna love this one ‘Rumor has it that Y/N Y/L/N is leaving Daniel for another F1 driver.’” You read off of your phone “And guess what the attached photos were of?” 

“What?” Danny asked as he took a bite of the chocolate bar he had in his hand

You managed to form a smirk with the blunt in your mouth as you tilted the phone for him to see. On the screen was a photo of you in the VCARB garage talking to another man. What the world didn’t know was that the unnamed man was your twin brother. 

“Wow, you and Matthew seem pretty close. I heard he’s into you” Daniel joked as he plucked the blunt from your mouth and putting it in his instead

“Oh shut up” You said, the two of you quickly breaking into laughter

The sound of laughter slowly died down as the album that was currently on the record player ended. The walk over to the dresser was like a minefield littered with empty chocolate wrappers.

“How many of these did you have?” You asked, picking one up

“Seven?” Daniel answered, unsure 

“Oh my god you’re ridiculous” You chuckled as you threw the wrapper at him, nearly hitting him in the face. “What do you wanna listen to next?” 

“Charlie Puth?” Daniel suggested, as he put out the end of the blunt “You know, he should really be a bigger artist” 

You thought about his comment for a second as you put one of his old records on, “Yeah, you don’t hear much about him nowadays”

As you climbed back into bed, Daniel rested his head on your chest. Out of instinct, your right hand began running itself through your boyfriend’s curly hair. He took your left hand and started fiddling with the ring on your middle finger - your mom’s engagement ring. Daniel loved playing with it for some reason, but you never questioned why. 

His chest began to rise and fall slower and slower, the fiddling stopped, and snoring began to fill the room. Never in your life did you imagine having a tattooed golden retriever of a boyfriend, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

But the doubts always crept in, and this night was no different. You were awakened by the feeling of Daniel tossing and turning all night, something clearly bothering him.

“You alright?” You muttered, turning to face him

“Wha? Yeah everything’s fine. Can’t sleep that’s all” Daniel spoke

“You usually sleep really well after a race. Something’s up. Talk to me.”

At this point, the two of you were fully awake and sat up in bed. Like you predicted, worry was spread all over his face. 

A sigh left his lips before Daniel spoke again, “Is this too much for you?” 

“What?” You asked 

“The relationship, the media attention. I know there’s a lot that comes with dating me. The cameras, the rumors, me constantly being away. I know it’s a whirlwind that even I can’t keep up with sometimes. Is this all too much for you?” 

Silence overcame the two of you as you became deep in your thoughts. It was a lot on you, and he knew that. It was always tough being away from each other, and you never thought your relationship would have a magnifying glass focused on it. 

But to you, it was all worth it to be with the one you truly loved. Love was about sacrifices and being there for each other regardless. And that’s what the two of you had done. 

“I would be lying if I said it wasn’t a lot to handle” You began “It’s never easy being away from you, or worrying about your safety every weekend. And the constant comments about us aren’t exactly rainbows and butterflies, but honestly? I don’t want it any other way. I chose to be in this cyclone with you. I wouldn’t want it any other way as long as I have you.”

You could hear Daniel release the breath you didn’t know he was holding, “I love you”

“I love you too” 

The reassurance you gave that night was all Daniel needed. Once summer break arrived, he insisted on taking you to your favorite restaurant; the same one he took you to for your first date. He had managed to get you a secluded table with rose petals covering the cloth. 

“Danny, you didn’t have to do this” You said as he pulled the chair out for you 

“Maybe I wanted to” He said as he pushed you in and then sat across

The night was spent talking about anything and everything, from the first half of the F1 season to reminding Daniel why you refuse to eat pineapple on pizza. As the night continued on, you could tell Daniel was getting more anxious about something, but you couldn’t put a finger on what. 

“You know I love you, right?” Daniel blurted out 

Your eyebrows furrowed “Yeah Dan, I do. And I love you too”

“No, I love you, a lot.” He began as he took your left hand, “More than I thought was ever possible to love somebody. The day I met you I knew I wanted to be a part of your life. I wanted to experience everything that you do. Be there to celebrate your highs and support you through your lows. It has been so much fun getting to live life with you, and I’m so thankful you’ve been doing the same for me.”

Daniel paused as he got up from his seat, his hand still holding yours as he bent down on one knee. As he slid your mom’s engagement ring off of your middle finger, you could feel your heart pounding out of your chest. This was happening. This was real life. 

“Y/N Y/L/N, Will you make me the happiest man alive? Will you marry me?” Daniel askes 

“Yes Danny. Yes, yes. A thousand times yes!” You answered, the words falling out of your mouth with ease 

As you two returned to your apartment, the same typewriter Danny bought all those years ago greeted you on your dresser. Dust covered each of the keys, but it seemed to shine with a new brightness. There was something about the machine that drew you in. So you sat down, as if you were greeting an old friend, and blew the dust off the rusty keys, ready to join the Tortured Poets Department with Danny. 

[webslingingslasher]

spiderman saves cherry one time (but not even from smth serious) and suddenly she falls in love and tells peter ab her new obsession w him that she didn’t understand before and he’s literally cheering on the inside at how she’s closer to falling for him without realising

happy sunday!

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'you know how you're always trying to get me to like spider-man?'

'yes.'

you hold the back of your hand to your forehead and dramatically swoon, your back lands on peter's bed. 'i've been swayed.' peter's got a strong feeling it's because you ran into spider-man today but he has to pretend he doesn't know that yet.

'did you have another dirty dream?' you gasp at the question, peter rushes out he was just joking. 'you're not funny, fyi.'

'you're cute when you have a crush.' you kick your feet on his bed, peter's being extra annoying. 'i don't have a crush! i was going to tell you i saw him today but nope, nevermind.'

peter knows how to work around your attitude. it's a special trick he's learned. 'you met spider-man? that's so cool, where were you?' you grin at him and start speed talking, peter loves being right.

'the bookstore! well, outside the bookstore. when i was leaving i was reading the back of a book and i walked right into him! i dropped my book and he caught me and when i looked up, bam, spider-man. he grabbed my book for me and asked if i was okay, like i didn't run into him!'

you replay the moment, you swoon again. 'ugh, petey, he was tall and so broad! it felt like i ran into a wall, but he was also like... i could've given him a hug and he wouldn't mind.' you lift your head up to look at peter, it's a similar feeling with him.

'i think he's kind of like you. cause you're mr. strong guy but you're the perfect amount of soft for cuddles. basically, i think i'm gonna marry spider-man.'

peter has to act like he's jealous, he doesn't mind. you like spider-man now and nothing else beyond that matters. if anything, this is a bonus for him.

'please tell me you didn't get his number, i can't compete with a superhero.'

'no!' you think about it for a second, you're not spider-man's number one fan but you see clips and articles online all the time. 'i don't think spider-man dates, i've never seen him out on one. but also, i don't think he can eat dinner with his mask on... wait, do you think he dates outside the mask and has to pretend he isn't spider-man?'

peter blinks two times, 'i don't know, i've never thought about it.' he's very flat with his reply. you huff, he's no fun. 'if you were spider-man, do you think i would know?'

'um, well, if you don't know i'm spider-man, then no, i don't think you would know.' you nod, he makes a good point. 'fair.' you keep thinking about it, you'd be thrown for such a loop if that happened to you.

'that's crazy. imagine dating someone for months or years and he tells you he's spider-man, i think i'd freak out. i wonder if anyone in his life knows who he is. wait, do you think there are people just walking around the city that know spider-man's true identity?'

peter didn't prepare himself for hypotheticals, he's wondering why he wanted you to like his alter ego so much. when you didn't care, you didn't ask questions.

'what do you think he looks like? i think he looks like you, he's probably cute. do you think he's our age? damn it, i should've asked him all of this when i had him in front of me.' you sigh again, searching for your phone you youtube his name and start watching compilations of fights caught on film.

'god, he could throw me around like nothing.'

peter grumbles out the corner of his mouth, 'i could throw you around like nothing.' you happily hum, the idea is enticing. 'could you wear the suit while you do it? wait, you better not, i wouldn't be able to stop myself from... things.'

you stare at the screen, you start to have flashes of imagery and you bite down on your bottom lip. 'oh god, i'm feeling a hyperfixation coming on.' spider-man is hot, his strength, his power, how fucking kind he is.

you sit up to look at peter, 'wanna makeout?' peter wants to know how he went from mentally begging you to like spider-man, to actually being jealous of how you fawn over him. 'i'm not a placeholder for your fantasies.'

'i never said you were. come kiss me... and maybe get between my thighs and make me feel good.' spider-man is attractive because of the mystery, peter's hot because, fuck, just look at him. peter's giving you a look that's testing, he's baiting you for more information. 'don't make me beg, it's not cute.'

'no, you just wanna kiss me because you're hot and bothered over spider-man.' it shouldn't bother him, but it does. 'i don't want spider-man's fingers in me, i want yours.'

'only because you can't have him.' you groan, he's dragging it out more than he needs. 'maybe i do, maybe he's not scared to touch me.' peter's quiet, you immediately fill in the silence. 'wait, that's me being bratty. i'm not trying to force you into sex.'

peter smiles, 'you can't force the willing, cherry.'

you pat the empty space between your legs, 'then will you come fill me up? please?' peter doesn't need to be asked a third time, you're instantly settled the second he's caging you under him and pressing his lips on yours.

peter's fingers drag up your thigh, you sigh into his mouth. 'mhm, spider-man.' peter's done, he pulls off you and you're whining and trying to keep him over you. 'no! i was kidding, i swear i was just kidding!'

'too late. you're cut off, think about your actions.'

'fine. but you know who would've found that funny?' peter raises his eyebrows, he knows what's about to come. 'say his name one more time and see what i do.'

'will you punish me and show me who i really belong to?'

and... oh, that has peter bricked up.

why didn't he think about that? he would have proved how much better he is, he could've kissed you breathless until you're babbling and only whimpering his name. and the way you're looking at him tells him this was more of a ruse than anything.

peter's never dated a brat, he's still learning your quirks. you blink pretty, you have a way of acting like an innocent virgin after saying something dirty, it's an unspoken card you always pull out when convenient.

peter grips the skin above your knees and pulls you into him, your hips slam into his. 'think you can be quiet this time?' you shake your head, peter grins at your messy hair. 'no?'

peter leans down, his lips brush yours. he whispers against your mouth, a hint of a kiss. 'didn't think so.'

and peter makes you say his name so many times, spider-man's is a distant memory. 

[vmpivory]

but you're still a traitor.

౨ৎ﹒ [ 양정원 ] ☆ female reader / angst + cw. skinship + 0.8k wc - ( library ) now playing.. traitor by olivia rodrigo

raindrops hit the window slowly as you sat there, knees pulled to your chest. you were doing your favorite thing ever, listening to music with your earphones on a rainy day. favorite activities are supposed to make you feel better. but now it wasn't helping.

"brown guilty eyes and little white lies yeah, i played dumb but i always knew"

it was olivia rodrigo's 'traitor'. you know she didn't, but it felt like olivia herself wrote this song for you and jungwon. it explained everything happened between you two. 

sad songs make you feel better, they say. then why are tears rolling down your face now? ─ more under cut!

"that you'd talk to her, maybe did even worse i kept quiet so i could keep you"

no, you shouldn't be crying over a boy now, you keep telling yourself. but the harder you tried to convince yourself, the harder it became to stop the tears.

you stood up and walked to the mirror right beside your desk as the song continued. you looked at your reflection in the mirror, your eyes puffy and cheeks red. your makeup was also ruined.

"and ain't if funny how you ran to her the second we called it quits?"

you quickly took your makeup bag, trying to fix your makeup. your friends were gonna come over in a few hours for a sleepover and you couldn't show up like this. 

as you tried to fix your mascara, your hands trembled slightly. you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

why was this so hard? jungwon wasn’t worth it. at least, that’s what your best friend giselle always said. "you’re too good for him, anyway." maybe she was right.

"and ain't it funny how you said you were friends? not it sure as hell don't look like it"

you heard a loud knock on the door. you froze, mascara brush still in your hand, eyes locked on your reflection. you hadn't expected anyone so soon. you wiped your eyes quickly, swiping away the last traces of tears and taking off your earphones. you walked over to the door, your heart pounding in your chest for reasons you didn't understand. you opened it and there he was, yang jungwon. standing there in a hoodie you bought for him, his hair messy and soaked because of the rain. he was holding a cup of your favorite coffee in his hand. "can we talk?" he asked, quietly. you know you turned off the song before opening the door but you could still hear it.

"you betrayed me and i know that you'll never feel sorry for the way i hurt, yeah"

"there's nothing to talk abou-"

"have you been crying?"

you quickly wiped your cheeks again, even though you knew it was pointless. "no" you muttered, voice shaky "i'm fine."

jungwon stepped closer, his eyes scanning your face, searching for the truth. "you don't look fine," he placed the coffee cup on the table beside you and reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "i'm really sorry, y/n"

you flinched slightly at his touch, not sure if you were ready to hear those words coming from him. the last time he apologized, it felt empty. he promised change, but it never came.

"you'd talk to her when we were together loved you at your worst but that didn't matter"

"you're sorry?" she repeated, "are you serious? you hurt me, jungwon. twice." his expression softened, guilt taking over him. "i know i messed up and i hate myself for it. i shouldn't have done those things, i was such an ass and-" "aren't you dating her now?" jungwon pauses, avoiding your eyes for a moment. "yeah but.." he muttered "i regret how we ended and what i did" you shook your head, holding back tears. "that's not how this works, jungwon. you can't just show up here, apologize, and expect things to go back to normal. did you do the same with me too? did you go up to her and apologized while you were dating me too?"

"it took you two weeks to go off and date her"

jungwon looked taken aback by your words, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for the right thing to say. "i-i didn't know how to fix it" he said, "i'm really sorry, y/n. i wasn't fair to you. i wasn't fair to either of you and i really regret it." you wanted to yell, to tell him how much he hurt you, how much you cried when you found out about him and her, but all of that felt like it would break you even more. no, he wasn’t the boy you once knew, the boy you once loved. he changed. "i'm done talking. goodbye, jungwon," you said, your voice steady but your heart aching. he didn’t respond, just nodded, turned and walked towards the door.

"guess you didn't cheat but you're still a traitor"

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i wrote this in an hour bc i was so bored and its not proofread TT hope ygs like it tho ! <3

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[buccini555]

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲

✩‧₊ How would they react to being trolled by you showing up with a fake hickey on your neck?

✩‧₊ H e a d c a n o n s !

✩‧₊ 𝑭𝒕. Kazutora Hanemiya, Baji Keisuke, Manjiro Sano, Izana Kurokawa, Kakucho Hitto, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani and Sanzu Haruchiyo

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

Kazutora would quickly notice the mark on your neck and it would actually make him extremely uncomfortable and overcome with jealousy.

"Are you cheating on me or did I do this to you? If I did, I don't remember." He would question, waiting for a nice excuse from you, even if you explained that it was just makeup, Kazutora would take a while to believe it.

"Makeup? I'm going to pretend to believ- Uh? It's really makeup, damn." Kazutora would approach you and as soon as he saw that it was just makeup as you had already said, he would be relieved and would already imagine a way to get revenge with another trick.

"Do you think stringing me along is funny? Wait until I get revenge on you." He would say laughing.

𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

"Whatever you did, it must have been good for you to have that hickey on your neck." Baji would say in a serious tone, just looking at you with a mocking expression, it is practically impossible to troll him since he is the one who usually does the trolling, so Baji soon realized that it was nothing more than makeup, so the brunette was just started laughing in your face.

"Do you think you're fooling me? You don't know me? You underestimated me too much, it will come back when you least expect it." Still mocking you and the situation, Baji spoke while remaining with a smile on his face.

"You know what? Just for your audacity, I'm going to make one of these for real!" Looking you up and down, he said."Only it won't be on the neck, no." Finishing his speech, Baji went and showed you that his words were not in vain.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

It would take Manjiro a long time to notice the mark on your neck, so you had to purposely show it to him to see if he could repair it.

"What the fuck happened there?" He would say, looking at you with a doubtful expression as soon as you put your hair aside and ended up leaving the fake mark completely visible.

"Was it me who did this? What a mess." Manjiro would speak approaching you. "Wait, it wasn't me, what's this about, Y/n?" Completing his speech, he would say completely disbelieved, waiting for a viable excuse, he would be somewhat impatient until you explained that it was nothing more than makeup and that it was just trolling.

"So that's how it is? You can prepare yourself and there will be a comeback." After understanding that he had fallen for your joke, he would definitely plan a way to troll you as revenge.

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

"What's that about your neck? Did you get a hickey or a spank?" Izana would curiously approach your neck seeing that mark, he would look at it and observe you with a disapproving look right after, despite that, he would soon realize that it was nothing more than makeup, however, Izana preferred to pretend that it fell on his face. trolling.

"I didn't expect this from you, how could you leave me for someone else? What did I do wrong... I didn't deserve this..." Shaking his head and behaving dramatically, Izana would try to deceive you while you betrayed the fact of that just be trolling.

"Ah, you think you're fooling me? Silly! I know it's makeup, I'm the one who ended up trolling you." Izana said mocking you.

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

Kakucho always ends up taking trolls very seriously, no matter how hard he tries not to fall for them, he almost always does but in the end he prefers to pretend that he was just playing along.

As soon as he saw that mark on his neck, Kakucho remained still just looking at you suspiciously, measuring your neck carefully while thinking of something to say.

"Okay, what happened here?" He would ask you in disbelief, waiting for a convincing answer, but before you even said it was a troll, Kakucho would realize that the brand was fake and would breathe a sigh of relief.

"You almost managed to make me believe, next time do better makeup." Kakucho would say, laughing secretly, hiding all the jealousy he had felt before realizing he was being trolled.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

"You don't even make a point of hiding that territory marking around your neck?" Rindou would say in a tone of mockery and seriousness at the same time, not being able to hide how irritated he was to see you with a mark that wasn't made by him.

"I don't remember doing that, who did it? Do you prefer him over me?" Jealous, he would question, waiting for a viable answer from you, but, as soon as he paid a little more attention to your neck, he would realize that it was nothing more than makeup, so, to end up turning the tables, he would try to troll you. pretending he wouldn't talk to you anymore. "I never want to look at your face again, Y/n! Go away!" He would say seriously, but when he realized you were taking him seriously, he would start laughing.

"I'm just kidding, silly, Do you think I wouldn't get revenge for trying to troll me? That was funny." Rindou would say, hugging you, still laughing in your face.

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Trolling Ran is a complicated mission since he is always very attentive, so you made the fake mark as realistic as possible so that he could notice it quickly.

"Come on, what the fuck is that on your neck? As far as I remember, I didn't do that, no way." Ran would say the exact moment you caught a glimpse of your "marked" neck, he would look at you with disgust for a moment and come closer to you to analyze that mark closely.

"Good try." Laughing, he would say as he passed his hand around his neck and ruined his makeup, thus also ruining his trolling since he didn't even have time to fall for that lie.

"Just out of anger I'm going to do a real one now, do you think you can troll me like that? You know I don't know how to joke." Mocking the failure in your trolling, he would say before actually marking your neck to serve as a lesson to be learned, despite this, he would certainly already be thinking of a way in his mind to troll you as well to get revenge.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

Sanzu would quickly notice the mark on your neck, he would observe the mark closely trying to remember if he had done something like that, when he came to the conclusion that it was not his doing, Haruchiyo would talk about the matter immediately.

"I don't remember making that mark on your neck, what the fuck is that?" He would say irritated, waiting for you to give a convincing explanation, as soon as you said it was just trolling, Sanzu still wouldn't trust your words.

"Trolling? If you have someone else just tell me, I don't want to hear from you anymor- wait, is there glitter on your neck? Is that shit really makeup?" As soon as he saw that it was just makeup and even more just a somewhat shimmery purple eyeshadow, Sanzu would laugh at himself for falling for that trick and being overcome by jealousy, even so, he would soon frown and spend a few hours without talk to you, but then he would come back as if nothing had happened.

[w0menaresuperi0r]

Sorry, I feel like I’m spam posting but I’m trying to clear out my Notes app because it’s getting ridiculous😭

A little pat on the bum.

George Weasley

It had become a ritual—a subtle but cherished gesture George Weasley had started years ago. Every time he walked past you, no matter where you were or what you were doing, his hand would gently pat your backside. It wasn’t aggressive or crude; it was playful and sweet, a symbol of the comfort and affection you shared. It was George’s way of saying, “I see you, I adore you, and you’re mine.”

And, Merlin, you loved it.

The first time it happened, you’d been browsing the shelves in the backroom of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, inspecting a new product. George had strolled by, grinning cheekily, and the light pat caught you off guard. But instead of being annoyed, you’d burst out laughing at the audacity of it. From then on, it became a habit—a secret little moment of intimacy amidst the chaos of the joke shop or the bustle of your shared life.

But today, something was different.

You were helping to stock new Skiving Snackboxes in the display case when George walked by, carrying a box of Extendable Ears. Your heart fluttered with anticipation—here it came, the light tap that never failed to make you smile. But instead, he breezed past without even sparing you a glance.

Your brow furrowed as you glanced over your shoulder, watching him stride to the counter to help a customer. Did he… forget? No, George never forgot. The thought nagged at you, but you shook it off. He was probably busy. No big deal.

Except it was a big deal.

The day went on, and each time George passed you, he didn’t touch you, didn’t tease you, didn’t even flash his usual mischievous grin. It was like he was… avoiding you. By lunchtime, the pit in your stomach had grown, and a frown settled permanently on your face.

“Alright, what’s wrong with you?” Fred asked, leaning against the counter as you glumly stirred your bowl of soup.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you muttered, though your tone betrayed you.

Fred raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been sulking all morning. Did George prank you and I missed it? Because, honestly, that’d be disappointing.”

“No,” you said, pouting. “He’s just… acting weird.”

Fred’s smirk grew. “Weird how? Did he forget to kiss you goodbye or something?”

You hesitated, your cheeks heating. “He didn’t… you know… do the thing.”

Fred blinked, clearly confused. “What thing?”

You waved your hand, embarrassed. “The thing, Fred. The thing he does when he walks past me.”

Fred’s eyes lit up with understanding, and he let out a bark of laughter. “Oh, you mean the arse-patting! Merlin’s beard, he didn’t do it? That’s serious.”

“It’s not funny!” you snapped, though your cheeks burned with humiliation. “What if he’s mad at me or something?”

Fred sobered slightly, though the amusement didn’t leave his face entirely. “Trust me, George isn’t mad. He’s been in a good mood all day. Maybe he’s just… I dunno, distracted.”

You weren’t convinced, but you nodded anyway. Fred’s reassurance helped a little, but as the day dragged on, the weight of George’s silence grew heavier.

By the time the shop closed, you were downright sulky, slumped on the sofa in the flat above the shop as George counted the day’s earnings. You didn’t even look up when he sat beside you, the cushion sinking under his weight.

“Alright, love, what’s wrong?” he asked gently, his warm brown eyes studying your face. “You’ve been pouting all day.”

“I’m not pouting,” you mumbled, though you very clearly were.

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Come on, tell me. Did Fred say something stupid again?”

You shook your head, avoiding his gaze. “You’re mad at me.”

George blinked, taken aback. “What? I’m not mad at you. Why would you think that?”

“Because,” you said, crossing your arms, “you didn’t… you know… touch me today.”

It took a moment for realization to dawn on him, and then he burst out laughing, the sound warm and infectious. “Is that what this is about? You’re upset because I didn’t pat your bum?”

You scowled, your cheeks flushing. “Well, yeah. You always do it, and today you didn’t, and I thought maybe I did something wrong…”

“Oh, love,” he said, his laughter softening into a fond smile. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you think that. I was just trying to be professional today, you know? Didn’t want to give the customers a show.”

You huffed, though his explanation made sense. “Well, next time, at least warn me. I thought you hated me or something.”

“Hate you?” George said, his tone incredulous. “Never in a million years. I love you, you daft thing.”

Before you could respond, he leaned over, his hand landing with a familiar, playful pat on your backside. “There. Better?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension melting away. “Better.”

“Good,” he said, pulling you into his arms. “Because I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

[imaginechb]

Please, Please, Please

Connor Stoll x fem!aphrodite!reader

Synopsis: everyone thinks he's going to break your heart. You're hoping they're wrong.

When you told people that you were dating Connor, you were given... mixed reactions. Most people didn't understand why you'd even give him a chance; you were so beautiful inside and out, the closest one could be to a goddess without actually being immortal. Connor was a pest. Upsetting as people's opinions could be, even you had to admit that if someone told you a year ago that you'd be with the son of Hermes, you probably would've laughed in their face.

But nobody knew Connor like you did. He was sweet when he tried to be, and he always wanted to impress you. It was like he was painfully aware that he was playing out of his league, and he was trying in every way possible to make up for it. It usually worked. He'd always have you blushing and giggling (which he had decided was his number one goal in life).

But along with the strange looks came the concerned warnings. "He's going to hurt you," they all said. "It's only a matter of time." Obviously, you defended Connor. That was your boyfriend they were talking about! But at the same time, you knew they had some good points. Connor could be incredibly unserious, and as long as you'd known him, he'd never had a serious relationship. People were worried he'd treat you like just another joke, and sometimes you understood why.

"Connor, don't you dare," you said, not finding it funny. You were completely dressed, with socks and shoes on, your hair and makeup done perfectly, and he had been joking about pushing you into the lake. "What do you mean? I just want to hug my lovely girlfriend!"

You backed up, knowing that look in his eye. The mischievous glint would be unnoticeable to anyone who didn't know him so well, but you saw it. As he came closer to you, he began to smirk, and before you knew it you were lifted up and thrown over his shoulder before being submerged in the cold, cold lake.

You came up gasping for air, absolutely livid. "Fuck you!" You screamed at him. He only laughed, finding your anger funny.

It was moments like these that made you consider the possibility that maybe the other campers were right. You put a lot of care into your appearance, something he didn't seem to care about, no matter how many times you told him you didn't want to go in the water. He wasn't listening to you, even when you were completely serious.

You weren't new to heartbreak; if Connor did happen to break your heart, you'd recover. You were a child of Aphrodite, you'd bounce back like nothing ever happened. But the hit your ego would take if you gave Connor Stoll a chance and he embarrassed you like that? You couldn't handle that. Not that you necessarily thought low of Connor, but everybody knew you were way out of his league. Not to mention how you'd defended him. If they turned out to be right about him... that was something you don't think you could never recover from.

So you silently pleaded with him, staring into his eyes when he was being especially annoying. Please please please, don't prove them right, don't prove I'm right. Don't make me cry. If you're gonna be stupid, leave me out of it.

Sure, Connor was an idiot, but he seemed to care a lot. So like that day at the lake, if he messed up, he'd be right there to dry you off and apologize, and no matter how mad you were, you'd forgive him eventually. He'd still laugh at your angry face, but then he'd kiss it until you physically couldn't force yourself to pout anymore.

Maybe, just maybe, he heard your prayers. Maybe, just maybe, he'd prove everyone wrong.

[aanoia]

Orphic (pt. 7)

pairing; Ao'nung x Sully!reader Orphic; (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding words; 4,012 warnings; sadness Pt. 1; Pt. 2; Pt. 3; Pt. 4; Pt. 5; Pt. 6 I figured it'd be nice to get some other perspectives in here, so I present to you; Ao'nung (cuz I can't help myself), the beautiful L'oa (OC, love her), Tsireya, and Neteyam. (Can you tell I got tired at the end?). Anywho, I kinda love this chapter a ton. Basically italics is like flashbacks, this chapter probably spreads over the time of a few weeks, maybe a month. So they've been on bad terms for a good bit of time. Planning on fixing things (or attempting too) next chapter! (because I want it to be cute when Ao'nung's Soul Brother comes :]) As promised, your long fic...

Ao’nung sighs softly as the undeniably beautiful girl in front of him talks. She has an easy smile on her face as she recounts a story, her and her brother racing on their ilu. It just made him think of Y/n, no matter how hard he tried to get her out of his mind, it seemed impossible. Ever since that night, she’s like a persisting bug, that won’t die even after stomping on it a dozen times. That’s how he felt, hopeless. And it showed. 

“Ao’nung, we need to talk.” Tsireya says the moment the marui flap closes. Ao’nung ignores her as he sits in his corner of the room, pulling out his knife to sharpen his spear. Tsireya persists, walking to him and sitting in front of him. “I’m serious. You’re different- I want to know what’s wrong, brother.” She looks at him in worry, her ears flat against her head. 

“There’s nothing, ‘Reya. I’m busy, leave me alone.” He says calmly, beginning to slide the blade across the spear.

She tilts her head in disbelief, “It’s Y/n, isn’t it?” She doesn’t miss the way his muscles stiffen, and his cuts become more aggressive. “What happened between you two? Lo'ak said she’s been acting differently as well.”

He scoffs, shaking his head, “Butt out of it. Nothing happened, and even if something did, it’s none of your guys’ business. Leave me alone.”

She frowns deeply, “But Ao’nung everybody notices your changes. You’re becoming…” She hesitates.

“Becoming what?” He hisses, tired of the prying of his private life. He’s allowed to have personal things, and feelings.

Tsireya sighs softly, her eyes lowering to the ground, “The same mean, terrible boy you were before.”

The blade slips and nicks Ao’nung’s thumb, making him yelp in shock and pain. He hisses, tossing the knife to his side as he instinctively raises his knife to his lips. Tsireya gasps softly, reaching for his wrist. He pulls away from her, standing and glaring. 

“It’s got nothing to do with you, Tsireya. Stop being annoying, and just let it be.” He storms out of the marui, and if the flaps could slam shut, they’d fall off their hinges. 

“Uh, Ao’nung,” The girl’s melodic voice beckons him out of his thoughts, and he raises a single brow. “Are you in there?” She asks, smiling a little.

He hesitates, and clears his throat, “Uhm, yeah, yeah. Your dad won the race.” He lists off unsurely. 

Her face falls, “My dad was out hunting. It was my brother.”

Ao’nung pauses, and sighs softly, “I’m sorry, L’oa. My mind has been elsewhere.”

L’oa looks at him sympathetically, and she gently rests her hand on top of his, “Do you want to talk about it? Your mother said it’d be good for us to talk about this kind of stuff with each other. Said it’ll bring us closer.”

Ao’nung pulls his hand away from hers and turns his head, staring out at the water, “It’s none of your concern. Nothing you can fix, anyway.”

She retracts her hand with a frown, “Are you sure? I could at least try to understand.”

Ao’nung’s jaw locks, “I’m sure, L’oa.”

She stares at him for a moment, before nodding, “Okay. Well, I’m here if you ever want to talk.”

He nods, not bothering to answer. The truth is, the girl his mother chose for him is an amazing person. She’s beautiful, good at everything she does, kind to everyone, funny, etc. She’s got all the qualities a good mate, and a good Tsahik would have. But as hard as Ao’nung tries to convince himself that he likes her, and that she’s great for him, he just can’t. Because despite how perfect she may be, she’s not Y/n. All he wants is Y/n. Every experience he has with Lo'a, he imagines how Y/n would react. He always knows, too. Whether she’d laugh and smile, or frown and furrow her brows. 

Sometimes, when he was alone, he’d imagine her there with him. He’d talk to her and laugh with her. He knows exactly what she’d say back to him. He’d do it in such a way he’s sure that if someone discovered the boy, sitting alone and talking to the air, they’d think he was crazy. But he didn’t care, it seemed to be the only thing keeping him sane. He can’t handle seeing her everyday with her siblings, his sister, Rotxo, or anyone, instead of him. 

However, once he sees her eyes he’s reminded of the way they look that night. Filled with tears and the telltale signs of her lies. The night she told him she didn’t care about him, and could never love him. It reminds him of when he left her and beat a poor, innocent tree until his knuckles were raw and covered in blood. He didn’t know what else to do, so he closed his heart off again. Went back to being brooding and angry, to a more severe degree than before. Not even his own family escaped his wrath. 

“My son, could you help your mother cook, please?” Ronal asks softly, a tone saved only for her home with her family. If she had eyebrows, one would be raised as she watched her eldest brood in the corner of the marui. He ignores her, simply rolling his eyes and turning his shoulder. He’s sharpening the same spear, which has become ineffective due to its newfound shortness, a consequence of frequent cuts being made.

This catches the attention of Tonowari, and he looks at his son, “Ao’nung, your mother has asked something of you. If you know what’s good for yourself, you’d grant her requests with a smile.” His tone left no room for rebellion, but Ao’nung didn’t care. He ignores his father as well, his slices becoming more aggressive. However, he is careful not to nick his finger again.

Tsireya watches the scene unfold with worry in her eyes. She knows how this goes down, but it's never been this bad. She stands and silently slides out of the marui, slipping out without being noticed. Tonowari strides over to his son, his anger overtaking him and he roughly takes the spear from his son's hands. Ao’nung jumps up, hissing slightly as he reaches for the spear, but his father holds it out of his reach. 

Tonowari stands tall, “I am unsure of what is going on with you, Ao’nung, but I am sure that your behavior towards your parents is unacceptable. Whilst I understand you are going through something, some weird teenage phase,” It’s something he and Jake have frequently talked about. “But it does not excuse your cruelty! I will have it no more!” His voice has raised as he spoke, and his chest heaves. 

Ao’nung stares at his father, anger radiating off him, “You don’t know anything.” He mutters.

Tonowari tilts his head, “What was that, boy?” Ao’nung meets his eyes, and Tonowari is taken aback at the fire burning within them, “You know nothing! And I am so tired of you acting like you do. You have no idea what is going on in my life. I’m done doing shit for you, I have other things to worry about!” He’s picked up the dirty language from listening to Lo'ak and Tsireya. “You two are shitty parents, and I’m sick of pretending you aren-”

He’s cut off by a sudden stinging in his cheek, and a loud crack echo in the marui. Instinctively, Ao’nung’s hand flies to his cheek, and he looks at his father in shock. Tonowari looks equally as surprised, and soft cries from Ronal are soon the only sound heard. But Ao’nung hears nothing but his heart beating against his chest as he runs out of the marui, leaving behind the leaders of the Omatikaya people, but more importantly, his parents. 

“Ao’nung.” L’oa once again breaks him out of his thoughts, this time an angry look is settled on her face. “I’m leaving. I’ll talk to you later, when you can actually focus on me.” The girl stands and stalks off without another word.

Ao’nung, just now registering the situation, sighs deeply. He lays back on the sand and watches the clouds. Sometimes he wonders what it’d be like to fly in them. On one of those ikrans the Sully family came on. Y/n offered once to give him a ride, but he declined out of fear of falling. He realizes now that that fear has held him back his entire life. Since he was a little child, he’s feared doing things differently. He’s been afraid of being his own person, not being the perfect son for his parents. And it made him bitter, so bitter. But now he understands where that fear came from, because he fell for her. He wonders if the brutal pain of landing on the hard ground was worth the temporary freeness flying gave him.

“Ao’nung enough!” His father roars. Once again they were fighting. Ao’nung barely remembers what about, something to do with the lack of fish he brought home for the family. “I don’t know how many times we must have this talk! I see you are hurting, but it does not give you a right to take it out on your family! We are sick and tired of you wreaking havoc in our home. You need to pull yourself together if you ever wish to be Olo’eyktan! Do you hear me, boy?!”

Ao’nung’s chest heaves as his fists clench in anger. He debates hitting his father, but he can’t. His hands won’t move. His aura radiates anger, but more so grief. And slowly the fresh facade he’s built up crumbles. His eyes sting as his bottom lip wobbles. He bites down on it to suppress the cries, but he fails. A small sob escapes his lips, and a tear runs down his face. Tonowari’s face immediately softens, and he pulls his son into a firm hug. The action only makes more tears fall from the boy's eyes, and he hugs back immediately. He holds onto his father tightly, as if he’ll disappear. Ronal watches the scene with wide eyes, unsure of whether to join in comforting her son. The faltering confidence in her decision grows, and she debates on whether her need to be right is really worth her own child's turmoil. 

Tonwari rubs his back, whispering quietly, “Sh, it’s okay, my boy. It’s okay.” He mutters softly. He’s reminded of when Ao’nung was a small child, and he cut his leg on a piece of broken coral. To the young boy, it was the worst pain he’s ever experienced. And to Ao’nung now, almost an adult, this was the worst pain he’s ever experienced.

“I’m so-” Ao’nung is cut off by his own cries. “I’m so sorry.” He manages to get out. Guilt, on top of everything else, creeping in. 

“It’s okay. I forgive you.” Ao’nung’s cries bring tears to Tonowari’s eyes. “We forgive you. You’re okay.”

Ronal looks at the ground, closing her eyes. It wasn’t. 

L’oa walks home with a heavy heart, and her ears pressed flat against her head. She sighs softly, her feet dragging along the sand. She’s liked Ao’nung for as long as she can remember, since she was a little girl. She had fantasies of one day marrying him and being his Tsahik. So, of course she happily accepted when the current Tsahik came to her family. She had noticed the proximity of the Sully girl and Ao’nung, so she had respectfully backed off, but now she had him. He was finally hers, just as she’s dreamed of. 

It felt like a slap in the face as she made the realization that he never really was, and definitely never would be. She can see it in his eyes when she’s around, the longing, heartbroken stare. It hurt her heart, more than she would ever admit. Not that she had anything against the Omatikayen girl, but obviously she’d done something to break the boy. L’oa wished that he could just open his eyes and see her. See that she’s always been there, just waiting for him. 

L’oa enters her family marui obliviously, humming quietly to herself. She glances up and freezes in place. In the middle of the marui were three adults kneeling, her mother, father, and the Tsahik. Her posture straightens as her eyes widen slightly. They all looked at her, as if she walked in on a top secret conversation. Her mother beckons her over, pointing to the spot next to her. 

She kneels as she addresses the Tsahik, “Tsahik, I See you.” Ronal nods calmly, her face showing no emotion. It unsettled L’oa, but she didn’t speak on it. 

“The Tsahik was just speaking to us about a proposition.” Her father says softly, smiling a little at his daughter. 

“Whatever for?” She asks curiously, looking at the Tsahik.

“My son needs a mate.” Ronal says stiffly, L’oa’s heart drops. “And I have chosen you to be that for him.”

L’oa doesn’t say anything, taking in her words, “What?”

“I would like you to be my son's mate. You are a good choice. You are smart, and brave, and kind. The village likes you.”  L’oa blushes at the praise from the Tsahik.

“Must they mate immediately?” Her mother asks softly, her hand resting on Lo'a’s back. 

Ronal shakes her head, almost disgusted by the idea, “Oh, Eywa, no. They will hang out and get to know each other. Learn to love each other. They shall mate when they are ready.”

L’oa’s dad looks at her, “The choice is yours, Lo.”

Every eye in the room was on her, and her palms were slick with sweat. She swallows thickly as she nods, “I- okay. Yeah. I’ll… be his mate.”

Her mother smiles, “Perfect. Thank you, Tsahik, for this visit.”

Ronal nods, and everyone stands, “Thank you, for your daughter.”

“L’oa, walk the Tsahik out.” Her father commands gently, but firmly. L’oa nods, leading Ronal to the flap of the marui. 

Before she leaves, Ronal turns around and places her hand on L’oa’s shoulder, “You will be good for my son. Much better than she was.”

She?

L’oa wipes a stray tear from her cheek as she passes by a familiar group of friends. Tsireya notices her and frowns, standing up and running to her.

“L’oa!” She grabs ahold of her friend's arm, tilting her head. “Is everything alright?”

L’oa nods with an easy, practiced smile, “Of course, Tsireya. You?”

Tsireya nods softly, “Would you like to join us?” She moves slightly, so L’oa can see the group. Lo’ak and Neteyam are wrestling “to the death”, and Rotxo laughs as he watches, holding Tuk in his lap. Kiri rolls her eyes as she watches, hiding her amused smile. L’oa’s gaze locks on the final girl, Y/n, as she just watches with a small smile. Seeing the girl she knows Ao’nung’s love just makes the aching in her heart worsen. 

L’oa shakes her head, “Thank you for the invite, but I must go. My mother and father are waiting for me at our marui.”

Tsireya sighs and lets her arm go, “Okay. If you ever need me, I’m here.”

L’oa nods, smiling, “Thank you, Tsireya.” She looks over her shoulder at Y/n once again. “But I think I’ll be fine.”

It is widely known how empathetic Tsireya can be. It’s in her nature. The village elders say she gets it from her father, and he was the same way when he was her age. It’s her proudest trait, and sometimes her greatest weakness. She can see her brother’s anger, and feel his grief. And she can feel it from the people around her as well. Her parents, her friends, even the sea seemed sad in a way. 

She’d spoken to Lo’ak about it, and it revealed that they feel the same way. Y/n had been acting similarly to Ao’nung, except she’s reclusive, and he’s explosive. She’s learned that Y/n hides away from her family now, and refuses to talk most nights. And she’s explained how Ao’nung is completely the opposite, exploding at his family and storming out of the marui. 

Lo’ak softly wipes from Tsireya’s cheeks, “Sh, baby, it’s okay.” He pulls her into his side, rubbing her shoulder gently.

Tsireya heaves a sigh, sniffling softly, “I just don’t understand what happened between them, Lo. And why? They really loved each other.”

Lo’ak frowns deeply, nodding, “Yeah, as much as I hate the idea of fish lips loving my sister, and the other way around, they really did. And he took care of her, made her happy.”

Tsireya smiles a little, “And her, him. He was so bitter before he met her. So mean. She really changed him. And now he’s even worse than before.”

“Yeah.” Lo’ak furrows his brows, “It was all so sudden. The split.”

Tsireya bites her lip as she stares at the water, the dim glow of the foliage underneath the surface lit up her face. Her feet are dipped in, and she relishes in the small comfort of the cool water around her ankles.

“I wish there was something we could do.” She says softly.

Lo’ak kisses the side of her head, “Me too, ‘Reya, me too.”

And after that night her brother and father got in a fight and she ran, she found herself at the Sully's marui. She was unsure who she was there for. Her instinct called for Lo’ak, but when the flap opened and she caught a glimpse of the girl behind Toruk Makto, her name spilled from her lips. 

Tsireya was slightly out of breath once she reached the Sully marui. Her eyes were widened, slightly watery as the voices inside the marui stopped upon noticing her outside. She swallowed thickly as soft footsteps neared the flap, and it opened to a tall, deep blue man. She glanced behind Jake, and her eyes caught onto Y/n’s. Lo’ak stood, assuming she was there for him. 

“Tsireya, what is it, child?” Jake asks softly, worriedly looking her over in her state.

“I need Y/n.” She says quickly, without thinking. Lo’ak freezes, and all eyes land on Y/n. The girl looks at Tsireya questioningly. “Please, it’s important.”

Jake glances back at his daughter, and she nods, standing slowly. She passes Lo’ak, silently asking him if he knew anything about this. He just shrugs in response. She passes her father, and exits the marui. The flap shuts behind her, and the two can hear the family resume speaking quietly, most likely speculating over what Tsireya could possibly need Y/n for. Tsireya can hear Neteyam guess correctly, saying it’s probably about Ao’nung.

“Tsireya? Is everything okay?” Y/n asks gently. Tsireya focuses on her, and pulls her away from the marui, so no one can listen in.

“It’s about Ao’nung.” Tsireya explains bluntly.

Y/n blinks, “What?”

“He’s going crazy, Y/n. He needs you.” Tsireya takes the girl’s hands, holding them firmly. “I don’t know what stupid thing he probably said to make you leave, but please, please give him another chance.”

She has no way of knowing what the girl is thinking, but her deep frown and the pain in her eyes allows Tsireya to read her. She’s always been good and reading people, and Lo’ak once told her that she reminds him of a skywalker quote “The eyes are the windows into the soul”, and she loved it. 

“It’s not-” Y/n inhales deeply. “It wasn’t Ao’nung’s fault. And I can’t go back- I’m so sorry, Tsireya… what’s happening?”

Tsireya’s eyes water, “He’s fighting with his friends, with me, even our parents.”

Y/n shakes her head, “I’m so sorry, ‘Reya, there’s nothing I can do.” Her ears flatten against her head, and her brows furrow deeply. 

A tear falls down her cheek, “Can I at least know why?”

Y/n hesitates, and shakes her head, “I’m sorry, I can’t.” She pulls away from Tsireya. “I need to go back inside. Goodnight, Tsireya.” She goes back inside, tying the flap shut. Tsireya stands there for a moment, her mind racing. She sighs deeply, and heads back to marui to find her parents alone, and her father crying. 

Never, in her entire life, had she seen her father crying. Whatever was happening was big, and it caused a shift in the atmosphere of the village. It didn’t take a Tsahik to see that this was against Eywa’s will. 

Neteyam’s days drag on, seemingly no end to either one. He spends most of his time being bored at the lack of training to do, or worried about his sister. She’s never been the most outgoing and crazy, but there’s no doubt she’s an extrovert in everything she does once she’s comfortable with you. But now, even with him, she’s quiet and doesn’t seem to want to do anything fun. She’d rather stay in the marui, or relax in the sun. She won’t even ride her ikran, which worried him the most.

Neteyam rests his arms on Y/n’s shoulders from behind, leaning forward, “Come, ride with me. Like the old days, sister.” The old days was almost half a year ago now.

Y/n glances over at him and shrugs him, “I’m busy.”

He raises an invisible brow, “You’re doing nothing.”

She nods, “Exactly. I’m busy doing nothing.”

He deadpans, “Wow, enlightening. You don’t want to ride your ikran again? He’s been squawking at me nonstop. He misses you, little sister.”

Her face doesn’t change, “I’m older than you.”

“But you’re smaller than me.”

She rolls her eyes, “Fuck off, Neteyam.”

He smiles, ruffling her hair, “Come on, seriously. You need a ride, your legs are getting weak. I can see them losing their muscles.”

Y/n glares at Neteyam, “Didn’t I just tell you to fuck off? I don’t want to go flying, let me sit and relax.”

He frowns a little, “Y/n, flying used to be your favorite thing to do- you never missed a chance to be in the air.”

“Key word: used to.” She sighs, lowering to the ground and laying on her back. “Now, leave me be. You’re blocking the sun.”

He purposefully blocks the sun, casting her in his shadow, “What’s happening to you, dude? You’re acting weird. It’s freaking me out.”

She doesn’t respond, closing her eyes and adjusting in the sand to get comfortable. He waits for a second, before sighing and kicking sand on her. He doesn’t wait for her reaction, just walks off towards the small mountain the ikrans were perched on. He can briefly here her scoffing and cursing him out, but he takes his turn in ignoring her. He reaches the ikrans rather quickly, having taken the route many times now. 

Y/n’s ikran squawks with hope that his rider is finally here, but his head bows upon just seeing Neteyam. Neteyam frowns and gently pets the beasts head.

“Yeah, I’m disappointed too, bud.” Neteyam sighs, moving to his ikran. He hesitates, it almost doesn’t feel right riding while knowing his sister is hurting so badly. He exhales deeply, and sits, his back against a rock. “I can’t fly with you,” He speaks gently with her ikran. “But I can be with you.” 

Maybe if he can’t make his sister feel better, he can make her ikran feel better.  

As the days stretch on, the hearts of those around Ao’nung and Y/n remain heavy with unsaid words and broken bonds. Tsireya's quiet concern, Neteyam's silent frustration, and the deep sorrow shared by all have only deepened the divide between the once-close pair. With each passing day, they drift further apart, caught in their own spirals of pain and regret. Yet, in the quiet moments, the longing for what was remains—a faint glimmer of hope that maybe, someday, the wounds will heal, and the space between their hearts will close. Until then, all anyone can do is wait.

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honestly as much as I bitch about TLJ specifically, I lowkey think the sequel trilogy was doomed no matter who tried to make them because they were made in Hollywood's peak "absolutely nothing we ever make can be sincere!" era, which is antithetical to how George Lucas approached making Star Wars.

One of the most interesting things about Star Wars has always been how absolutely sincere it was about its themes and message and everything that happens in the movies. Even if it's ridiculous, even if it's objectively silly, nothing is ever really treated as such within the movies themselves. A naive farmboy genuinely does have the skill to take down a planet killing weapon. A slave boy from a backwater planet really does have a key part to play in the fall of the Jedi. A group of three foot high killer teddy bears are treated as serious opponents to Imperial forces. Jar-Jar Binks gets to be a Senator with an instrumental, if small, part to play in the story of the prequels. Everything has its place and every part of the story is treated with equal sincerity.

But nearly everything made in the 2010s always had to be funny or meta or self-aware or subversive or self-depreciating about its message and the genre it occupied. There was always a twist. There was always a "I'm more clever than my audience" or "I know this is dumb, but watch it anyway" vibe being brought to the table. Everything always had to take at least one cheap shot at people who wanted to take a piece of media seriously and sincerely treat it as a story whose creators had something to say.

And meanwhile George Lucas was always just like "I have a story, and I want to tell that story. I don't care if people like it or don't like it. My themes are my themes, my message is my message, and you can just die mad about it if you think it's too naive or sincere."

Any world that is fundamentally built on sincerity and genuine belief in a core set of messages cannot maintain integrity when people who do not wholeheartedly believe in the sincerity of that world's message are put in charge of it. The lack of belief will always shine through. The lack of understanding will pervade every inch of the new entry. The sheepish embarassment of "I know this is dumb guys, but watch it anyway because I'm going to do something ~different~!" will always be the audience's takeaway over anything else the creative team tries to say. Because instead of just making a good movie that both logically follows the other ones and actually adds further depth to the existing themes, they're embarassed to even be trying.

Even apart from the utter lack of planning and the mess of executive meddling that went into the sequels...is it any wonder we got the end result we did when no one involved in the creative process actually genuinely, wholeheartedly believed in George Lucas's message and the story they were telling?

[fanon-canon-idfk]

Ehemmm..... Jealous Dazai??

Hint of yandere dazai? Or full yandere dazai? Up to you! ;)

Genre: Fluff!

Main Character : Dazai And Male Reader!

MN = Male name/reader.

MN is just like kunikida, hard working, diligent, serious and easy to be fooled. Because of that, the two — MN & Kunikida, get along well. Everyday he visits kunikida to tell him his new ideas for a healthy work environment. The two when together never seperates from each other, whenever people are partying or having fun the two are in the corner scribbling on their notes sharing ideas. MN and kunikida grown to each other and because of that yosano and ranpo makes fun of them being the Parents/Star Couples of the ADA because the two are always on watch and scolds dazai whenever he has quote on quote funny ideas that results on being harmful towards the others. The two cooks, looks after the younger detectives (aka. Atsushi, kyouka, tanizaki, naomi and kenji) how beautiful and lovely no?

"No." Said dazai. Why is that?

Well duh. MN is dazais boyfriend! And only his!

MN was supposed to pamper him, look after him, talk with him, BE WITH HIM!

But nooooooo!

He goes to kunikida and writes their stupid ideas on their stupid notebooks! Dazai gets irritated when yosano and ranpo jokes around saying they're (MN & kunikida) is like a married couple.

So, dazais plan is :.

- get MN & Kunikida separated, how? Make the other on get busy on something so they won't be together and dazai will have MN with him all the time.

- do something stupid to attract MN attention. How? Make atsushi do something stupid . Forcefully.

- gaslight MN because he looks like kunikida's boyfriend not his.

- kill kunikida— (NO THAT WONT HAPPEN!)

-kidnap MN (DEFINITELY WONT HAPPEN!)

Dazai is abit.... Co co Ca Ca about MN

(Translation: A yandere for MN, run kunikida.)

Dazai whines to gets MN attention no matter what. And he still doesn't get his attention. Dazai will cry so MN would kiss him and pamper him.

The perfect plan.

(But the perfect plan was to kill kunikida—/NO! /)

I’ve had this one in my inbox for like almost a year and now I’m finally prepared.

Dazai Osamu x Male Reader

Content subjects: Jealousy and kinda yandere-like thoughts from Dazai

Let’s start at the beginning of Dazai and your’s relationship:

Dazai always had his eye on you, he couldn’t quite understand why but he was just so drawn in by you.

By this time you two had been coworkers for about a year, constantly on missions together because of your compatible abilities and planning.

You had also always been with him and Kunikida on these missions.

Dazai never said it, but he hated when it wasn’t just missions with you. He hated that Kunikida would join and work so well by your side, getting so much of your attention.

By that time he never showed it but on the inside he was screaming, crying and pouting all at once.

One night, after yet another mission with Kunikida and yourself, Dazai was rolling around in his bed hugging his pillow angrily.

He was cursing at the world for not only making you so easy to love, but for the fact that it meant others can love you too!

“And of course it’s Kunikida! They’re so alike and compatible!!” He screamed as he shoved his face into the pillow roughly.

After yelling into his pillow for a good 10 minutes, Dazai came to a conclusion.

There was one benefit he could get out of Kunikida and your’s likeness..

Your gullibility.

The next day was pretty simple, not too much paperwork and no missions at all. What a peaceful day.

You had felt more satisfied than you had all year. All your work done, no issues in the workplace, no missions. Everything was the perfect atmosphere you could only dream of.

And then Dazai pulled his chair next to yours, against your desk.

“M/nnnnnnnnn~” he giggled childishly as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“What are you up to now…?” You asked hesitantly, almost not wanting to know the answer so you could preserve your peace.

“Nothing! I just wanted to let you in on a fun fact I just learned!” He beamed at you.

“Hm and what’s that?” You question, turning your focus to him fully to listen to him.

“Did you know, it’s apparently really good for work morale and motivation to have acts of intimacy with your peers?” He pulled off an innocent, believable smile.

“Ah really? I haven’t heard of that before. Are you sure that really works, Dazai?” You took the bait so easily.

And just like that you fell right into his trap.

“Well, let’s see.. wanna try it out with me?” He smirked softly as he looked up into your eyes with pure desire.

“Hmm..” you pondered “well I don’t see why not.” You agreed. Perfect.

He chuckled softly then delicately wrapped a hand behind your neck “Alright then~”

He then finally leaned in, pulling your head towards his at the same time and closing the distance.

You both interlocked, he kissed you softly and you reciprocated without a doubt in mind.

Then you both pulled away, looking at each other fondly. Dazai’s eyes could’ve held hearts in them with how love struck he was.

You then spoke up “I see what you mean, that really did make me feel a lot more positive and motivated.” You said with a nod.

Dazai looked at you blankly before breaking out into laughter. He laughed so hard he started tearing up!

“Hm? What’s so funny?” You asked obliviously.

He grinned up at you before leaning in once again, grazing your lips with his own but not kissing you.

“Just kidding~” he whispered against your lips, his broken breaths from laughter fanning your face.

After processing exactly what he’d said, you felt your face heat up immediately.

A long talk after work later, and you both had finally confessed and made it official.

You weren’t getting married and yet Dazai was already the happiest man in the world.

And now that brings us to the current times:

Dazai was sitting on your desk, slouched, arms crossed, and a big pout on his face as you scolded him like a child for a prank he pulled on Kunikida this morning.

He whined and groaned at every “No, Osamu” and “that’s not safe, Osamu.”

God, you were just like the parent Yosano and Ranpo joked about you being.

The “dad to mother Kunikida!” as they would put it. It made Dazai so annoyed.

After you had finished scolding him, Dazai turned his head away from you looking down as he began to pull off a few fake teary eyes.

You felt your heart ache at both the saddening look of defeat on your boyfriend and how cute he looked doing it.

You gently placed your hand under his chin and pulled his face up to look at you.

“I love you, Osamu.” You reassured to him softly as you pressed your forehead against his own and gazed into his eyes lovingly.

His pout quickly turned into him fighting a smile at your loving acts, trying to stay mad at you.

He finally gave up and just wrapped his arms around your shoulders tightly and gave you a few strong and loving kisses all over your face.

He placed one last kiss to your lips before responding “I love you too,

M/n~”

You both stared into each other’s eyes lovingly, getting lost in your own world and letting yourselves forget about everyone else in the office.

Until Kunikida called out for your attention causing you to turn your head to look at him.

This made Dazai’s eyebrows furrow slightly in annoyance before he shook it off and walked with you over to Kunikida.

Kunikida then let you know that tomorrow you were to accompany him on a mission.

Alone. With Kunikida.

On the outside, Dazai was listening blankly. However, on the inside he was trying to calculate every possible way to make sure this would not happen.

Maybe he could sneak out tonight and anonymously solve the case??

Maybe he could turn off your work alarms so you sleep in??

Maybe he could tie you down and keep you home forever..?

Maybe he could remove Kunikida from the equation-

No no! He shook the dark idea away quickly.

But that didn’t stop him from all day, trying to figure out a plan to stop this mission.

Then he finally got it.

The next morning, you woke up to your work alarm like usual, but your boyfriend was nowhere in your bed with you.

You got up from the bed to go looking for him.

You walked to the kitchen, and the closer you got the more you heard this sound of.. coughs and beeps?

When you made it to the kitchen, you saw your boyfriend sitting on a counter top with a thermometer in his mouth and sweat on his forehead.

“Osamu? My love, are you ok?” You walked towards him quickly, lifting his bangs and putting your hand to his forehead.

Sure enough he was burning up.

“Oh, my love.. you have a fever. Let’s get you back to bed, ok? I’ll bring you some soup soon.” You spoke softly and sweetly as you picked him up from the counter and walked him back to your bedroom.

After tucking him into the bed again, you went and quickly made him a warm soup he usually enjoyed when sick.

When you came back, you set the bowl onto the nightstand delicately before turning to your miserable looking boyfriend.

You caressed his head softly. He then spoke up “Are you.. staying with me today..?” He questioned with soft puppy dog eyes and a cute frown.

“Yes, my love. I’ll call in and let everyone know, ok..? I’m here to be by your side all day.” You reassured him as you held his hand in yours and whispered into his knuckles.

With that being said, Dazai quickly changed into a soft, blissful smile.

Waking up early, taking a boiling shower and holding a hand-warmer to his forehead until you woke up was so worth it.

He spent the whole day in bed, getting fed and cuddled by you. He spent the whole day bathing in your love knowing nobody else could ever get this love, you belonged to him alone.

Plan successful~<3

[fallingdownhell]

Hi, I really enjoy your writing! Since you're taking requests may I ask for headcanons about what would cyno be like as a lover?

Have a wonderful day.

Of course!! I love Cyno so much! Relationship: Cyno as your lover Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; mostly just fluff; not proofread yet Word count: 890 words Enjoy<3

first of, I think Cyno would be a really good boyfriend

he's attentive towards your needs and wants, he listens to you and though he's not the best at communicating his feelings, he tries his best for you

I imagine he likes to do little things for you throughout your day. Making you breakfast is almost always a given with him. He prepares things for you he knows your going to need, either later or maybe for work the next day

he notices you had an exhausting day? He's preparing a nice bath for you to relax and calm down. If you want him to, he'll stay with you and either talk or listen, whatever you prefer. But if you want some alone time, he's fine with that, too

I think that his love language would either be Acts of Service or Quality Time. Since he sometimes has to go away on longer missions for his job, he likes to spend as much time with you as possible

for him, it's not about what you do together, just that it's the two of you doing it and spending one on one time

as much as he likes to be alone with you, he likes it just as much when you're spending time with him and his friends. He'd be especially overjoyed if you get along well with Tighnari and Collei

invites you along whenever he goes to the Avidiya Forest, and more often than not, you tag along with him, excited to see the Forest Ranger again

when you spend time alone at home with him and are not out and about with some activity, he likes to teach you the ropes of TCG

he wouldn't be too over the top with it, but he'd really like it if his s/o could play the game and do a few rounds with him

he wouldn't force you if you really didn't like the game at all, but he'd still like it if you'd at least watch the matches he has against other players

however, if you do let yourself get roped into it and let him explain the basics to you, he'd be excited like a little kid, helping you create your own deck and challenging you to a match to test your newfound skills

he'd go easy on you the first few rounds, but after that, he wouldn't evne hold back for you anymore. He's that serious about the game and the matches he plays

while playing, no matter against you or someone else, he'd try to fit in a few of his jokes

like, let's be real. If you want to be in a relationship with Cyno, you either have to have similiar humor like him to actually find his jokes funny, or you have to at least be able to tolerate them. Because you will never get Cyno without his jokes. It's a package deal

whenever he comes up with new jokes, he always comes to you first and tells them to you. It's gotten to a point where he has so many jokes that he has trouble remembering all of them. At that point, you have gifted him a little notebook for him to write them all down, so he'll be able to remember them. He carries that book with him whereever he goes

when you're not playing TCG with him, Cyno actually really likes to cuddle with you. He wasn't the greatest fan of it at the beginning, but once you've done it a few times, he's got to see how great it can feel

most the time, he's the big spoon, holding you close against his chest, his arms protectively around your body to shield you from the world. Only you and him matter right now, nothing else

but there are also times where Cyno would want the roles to be reveresed, where he takes the role of the little spoon

his job sometimes weighs heavy on Cyno. From time to time, he comes home with a dejected look on his face. He wouldn't be able to tell you about the things that had happened, but he doesn't need to

you understand what he needs just by looking at him. You open your arms wide for him and he falls into you, cuddling up against you. He enjoys the way your arms wrap around him now, the feeling of being shielded and protected. It's not something he usually feels, so he soaks it up like a sponge, basking in it every second it lasts

he's not too big on PDA. The most he'd do in public is hold your hand or place a kiss on your cheek. Everything else happens in private, where no prying eyes are on you two

his kisses are slow, delicate. He likes to enjoy the moment and not rush it thanks to emotions. Would place a hand to your cheek while kissing you. He just likes to touch you whereever he gets the chance to

overall a really great boyfriend if you can live with the fact that he's not present 24/7 due to his job and responsibilities. But he definitely tries his best to always make it up to you. And he appreciates you all the more for understanding and sticking around for him

he really, truly loves you

[wolfish-trickster]

Choso Kamo NSFW alphabet

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

After the very first time he would have no idea what an aftercare even is tbh XD. He would even be surprised how messy and full of fluids a good fucking can be. After several rounds he would get pretty exhausted so all he would want to do is fall asleep with yoj not caring how sticky either of you are (and honestly after what he did to you i feel like you wouldn't care either). But after few nights he realized that cuddling nice and clean after the act is way better. It took him some time but eventually he got there.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

His favourite body part on you would be your neck and chest area. Nice to look at, nice to touch, to kiss, to feel the blood pumping under your skin, to paint bruises on etc.

As for himself he likes his physique a lot. Especially his thighs. And how much you like sitting on them.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

(idek what to write here so here goes) his cum is milky white, thick, and the first time he came (like first time in his entire life) he played with it as if it was a slime. Out of pure curiosity he tried lickjng it to see how it tastes but he quickly spat it out and rinsed his mouth. He much prefers the way you taste, and how your juices look compared to his.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Before you guys started going out and after he made his research (more on that in the E part) he used to imagine what it would feel like to have you all to himself. It would happen only when he was bored tho. His mind would wander to you, how cute you looked that day, what it would feel like to hold your hand, to hug you, wondering if it's okay to hug you when he sees you next time and he doesn't even know how but all of these cute innocent thoughts always turned into him imagining you and him doing stuff he saw people do in porn. And he's imagining all that with a completely straight poker face.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Exploring the human side of his for the very first time in his life meant he was a virgin when he met you. Once he started having feelings for you he asked around a bit to understand what's going on with him. Yuji had to explain the whole dating thing to him and recomended him some movies. In one of them there was a dirty scene. Again, he understood nothing so he had to go and do a small research (he watched porn XD). After the two of you started going out and after you brought up sleeping together for the first time he had to go back to do his reseach a little more thoroughly, to know what to do to make yoh and him feel great.

F= Favorite position

No matter where it happens it must happen while facing eachother. After trying several positions in the past Choso has always tried to flip you so you could face him before you or him came. He also likes it when he can feel your bare breasts touching his chest while you hug him.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Not very goofy I'm affraid. Sex is deeply intimate for him and he just doesn't feel like cracking jokes during it. It's a moment when he becomes one with you. Granted if something funny happens like for example him going so hard you guys crack bed he will chuckle but otherwise not much of a joker between the sheets.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

He trims at most. After watching porn during his research and seeing how bald the actors are down there he bought a razor to try it out on himself, ended up bleedjng on several different places. And even after doing it properly there was just something off about that feeling. So in the end he just decided to trim twice a month or so.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Hands down the biggest romantic in the world. Praises you, caresses you, kisses every damn inch of your skin he can reach. If he feels like it's too much for you or if he sees you making a weird expression he stops and asks you if you're okay and if you want to continue. The most romantic thing he does though is the way he asks to have sex with you: he just takes your hand, kisses the back of it, leans his forhead against your and asks "may i?" (homeboy copied it from one of the movies Yuji gave him but still, heart eyes mutherfucker)

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Not too often. Only when you're not in the mood or if you're far away. Or when he has a dirty dream and wakes up in the middle of the night with a boner in his pants and you blissfully unaware in your dreamland. As much as you told him it's okay to wake you up whenever it happens he just doesn't have the heart and uses his hand instead.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

As funny as it sounds he has made a list (again it was part of his research) for you guys to try and see what each of you likes. So far he really enjoys it when you praise him. He doesn't want to admit it to you yet but he's really into you being covered in liquids. It can be anything: his cum, your cum, chocolate, spit, whipped cream, blood (only counts for period blood, he blames his cursed technique for that one), etc.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Anywhere as long as it's in your house. He's an introvert. Enough said.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

You tracing his veins could be a turn on for him. Just imagine sitting on a couch, watching a movie, holding his hand and mindlessly dragging a finger over his veins up and down. Then you would look down on his croch and see a tent...

Another thing that could turn him on is you sitting on his lap and feeling your body on his dick. Even if you're not moving or doing anything to make it hard, it will still go hard.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Mommy or daddy kink. Something he didn't even include in the kink list. He is a family man alright but with boundaries. Even after explaining it to him he would still say it's basically incest even if it's just pretending. Also age play could be a big no no but you guys haven't gotten to that one yet. Even though i feel like he wouldn't be into that one either. He wants to be with a responsible adult just like he is. Plain and simple.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

He doesn't care that much. Some days he likes to give more than receive and would flat out refuse if you offer giving him head and some other days he won't even let you breathe with how fast he slides his cock in and out of your mouth.

As for his head giving style: baking with you gave him enough training. You know these hand machines mixing the ingredients. The ones with detachable thingies. Fuck it, these one:

Yup, licking those clean everytime you guys baked together gave his tongue enough training to drive you mad. So much so that everytime you see him lick one of those clean again makes you wet. He completely Pavloved you XD (science joke sorry)

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

That little tease. He likes to switch between agonizingly slow, savouring the moment, making sure to feel every spongy part inside you, slowly exploring new and new spots to hit to make you see stars. And a moment later he is slaming inside you so hard you won't be able to sit properly the next day. He tends to speed up when he feels like either you or him are about to come. He does it subconsciously though. Once he tried to go slow the entire round and it took so much of his willpower he couldn't go any longer after both of you came.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

When he is extremely, and i repeat, EXTREMELY horny and both of you are very busy or just in a hurry he will pull down your pants/lift up your skirt and quickly do the deed, usually standing up.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He wants to try everything at least once. Of course, there are some things he would never even think of trying (aforementioned mommy and daddy kink or age play) and there are other things he would want to try but is too affraid to hurt you (exploring his blood kink beyond you being on your period with knifeplay or something like that but ultimately decides against it in fear of seriously injuring you)

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Not being entirely human has its benefits. If he takes 10 minute breaks after each round he can go an entire night, which is rare but it still happens. Otherwise your usually love making session lasts around 1-2 hours. 3 if you beg hard enough ;)

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Doesn't see the point in toys tbh. Didlo? Why using something plastic when he has the organic? Handcuffs? His hands are big enough to hold your wrists in place. Blindfold? Can't see your face. Nipple clasps? He's scared it might be hurting you. Whips? Hell no. Flesh light for him? Why bother, he has you. Vibrator? Eeeh he might agree to that one if you bring it up.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Doesn't tease much. Whenever he tries to tease you it won't last for long because he himself will give in XD.

Like he has been fingering you for quite some time now and really wants to tease you more but his own hard on is achjng too much for him to bare so he throws out his plan out the window and finally sinks deep inside you (to both of yours delight).

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Low grunts or growls is what he usually does. Again, he's an introvert, he doesn't like bringing too much attention. He much more prefers pulling noises out of you.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Let me tell you a story of Choso's first jack off. When he first met you you were training with other sorcerers and long story short he got a glimpse under your skirt. His dick got hard for the very first time and had no idea what it meant or how to get rid of it. He tried poking it and found out it feels good when you touch the head. Even better when you touch the entire thing. But his palm wasn't big enought to cover it all so he tried going up and down. He kept doing it for a while but didn't feel as good as before. Then he thought back to you when you and all of a sudden it felt amazing again. In fear of that feeling disappearing again he sped up his stroking and came all over his hand plus the place he was hiding at to deal with it.

So tldr you were the reason behind his first cumming.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Big enough to bring you pleasure but not too big to cause you pain. I would say good 20 cm when erect with a slight curve upwards and a pretty visible vain on one side.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Before you his sexdrive was low to nonexistent. After he felt pleasure for the very first time he was all in. Well, to a level. After your first night together he wanted to do it every night, but soon found out that on some nights the events of the day simply exhausted him too much for anything. I would say that after he "got used to" sex and it was no longer a new thing for him his sex drive turned from horny rabbit to a moderate healthy one. Doesn't mean he won't fuck the life out of you on some nights tho...

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Very fast. After he drains his balls he is so exhausted that sometimes he doesn't even want to pull out and wants to stay connected with you while sleeping. But, as i already mentioned, he found out it feels good when both of you are clean afterwards so he will force himself to not fall asleep long enough to clean both you and him and then once his head hits his pillow and pulls you into his arms he's gone.

[mikuni14]

Wandee Goodday - Ep 1

The long awaited first episode of Wandee Goodday is finally here, I'm sure I wasn't the only one who had been chanting "save me Wandee Goodday, Wandee Goodday save me" for the past few months lol

What I liked:

lots of humor, especially in the 4/4 part I laughed non-stop, although I must admit that a lot of the laughter was from second-hand embarrassment 🙈

Great and Inn are just beautiful (it's good that Great has loose clothes now, I was always worried about the buttons on his super tight uniform in MoD, fighting for their lives)

Thor and Fluke are also lovely, I really like the fact that their characters are already a couple and are completely in love with each other (and horny for each other 🔥) and so open about it

side characters add a lot to scenes, even if they appear for a moment, like a salesman offering technical advice on sex, or a doctor who sprays water on naughty subordinates, also nurses!

I really like Dee as a doctor, as an employee who doesn't let himself be treated like shit by clients and as a friend. He is nice, strong, confident, reliable and capable. Which is in stark contrast to how hopeless and lame he is in his love and sex life 🙈

I like how Yak and Dee felt an immediate physical attraction to each other, which is fighting against an equally immediate strong dislike lol The natural flow they have in their relationship: from physical attraction, through fights caused by negative circumstances, to the night spent together shows that this kind of relationship can be done, without humiliation bordering on bullying, as it's between Phum and Peem in We Are

I really like Yak who can just… stop when he has any suspicion that his partner is not fully in the moment, not fully sure. It was so cool, no forcing Dee to continue by putting pressure on him, making him feel "guilty", no awkwardness, complete chill. I like it when sex is treated so casually that even if nothing happens, the partners just sit and talk and there is no sense of pressure, everything is just so... normal and chill. I loved it.

Kao as a friend, a sidekick, a "token lgbt friend of the main character" 😄, who has his own life and although he is very funny, he is not a serial clown and comic relief, as is often the case. And he is asexual with credible dating problems. So interesting! Also: Drake 💖

I feel kind of vindictive happy that my most hated trope, wiping food from the mouth of the "love interest", is shown here as messing with Dee and giving him false hope for a relationship (?) The day this trope dies will be the day I win. I plan to get drunk when this happen hehe (vain hopes, of course, this disgusting trope will never die)

What I have a few, teeny-tiny reservations about:

at this point I don't really understand Ter's motivation: was he deliberately seducing Dee, or was he just too chummy with him, which he misinterpreted? Not that it matters tho...

8 years of all this? oh Dee… 🙈 (I love how Kao described this pathetic situation in just a few words)

I also don't really like making Dee a silly kid and a 🤡 when it comes to love and sex, especially since he's shown in other scenes where he's a full adult. He's a grown man with a serious profession, so it felt weird watching him as if he were a 15-year-old kid in a slapstick comedy. I get that there's a comedic element to it and it was funny and I was laughing, but the amount of cringe and second-hand embarrassment was downright overwhelming at some point. What is fine as convention in MSP or Only Boo no longer looks so good in series about adults

the comedy of the sex scene completely stripped away the hotness of these scenes, ngl

the above comments are not complaints, they are just loose observations. It was only the first episode after all 😉

Overall, the series started well, I had a great time watching it, I laughed a lot, the characters are cool and very attractive, Great has the body of a young god 🔥 I can't wait for their first kiss and a truly hot night - with fun, but no comedy. What a wasted opportunity for them not to watch MANNER OF DEATH and the uniform buttons! hanging for dear life! Like seriously, it was right there 😤

The series is very pretty, just look at those aesthetic shots in a public toilet:

Omg, this guy:

Me:

Me 🤝 Dee about coffee:

(I shouldn't pick on Dee, if someone brought me coffee just the way I like it, I'd be as stupid as him 😑)

One of my 457,869 screen shots of this man, gosh, he's so fine:

[electric-friend]

listen i know the whole “ed did nothing wrong”/“killing and maiming his his coping mechanism uwu” thing is a super silly joke lol and even i found it funny but it’s kinda just pissing me off.

i just hate that they never really properly resolved ed resorting to violence when he’s upset and that he never really takes accountability for his actions onscreen. and when the side of the fandom that takes no issue at all with the way seeason two was presented makes jokes that show they’re like aware of the vibes they just don’t care bc they hold characters they don’t like and characters they do like to entirely different standards. it’s just annoying lol.

like listen. yeah. ed’s my special little babygirl princess haha i love him. but like. i feel like it’s also ignoring the fact that the violence is actually bad for ed’s mental health and we know this and it’s canonically established.

the same people who make “ed did nothing wrong” jokes literally call people who do the same to izzy bad people. not all of them but like the people aligned with that Side of the fandom.

like first of all we know that canonically though ed’s capable of violence it’s not good for him. that’s a huge part of his character, that he doesn’t want to be Blackbeard. so the jokes ur making leave your favourite character unhappy anyway? and if you’re going to talk like that about ed then why is it a CRIME to do the same about izzy?

i think i’m just kinda annoyed bc people act like if you’re critical of the way the writing failed to give ed a great redemption arc it’s because you’re a racist idiot blind with love for izzy, but in fact, you can remove izzy from the equation entirely and it still sucks because it sucks for ed’s character that his arc was so confusing and we left him in such an uncertain place as a character.

listen, i don’t exactly advertise this bc i feel like people won’t understand, but i’ve been through a lot of trauma, and at times in my life when that’s been a lot fresher for me, i’ve had really serious issues with anger and aggression and lashing out. i think that’s why i connected with izzy and i think it’s why i connected with ed so strongly but also found it so hard to watch the first couple episodes of the second season.

and coming from that place, with that perspective, when i talk about ed being abusive towards izzy and the narrative not being resolved, i am NOT hating on ed and cancelling ed and saying ed is an evil person. what i’m saying is that ofmd s2 took on a really, really complex and serious and intense subject matter, and then the writing failed to carry the weight of that. i love ed, and i feel like his character was let down by us not seeing him clearly express that he’s holding himself accountable for his actions on-screen, or even seeing him healing in relation to his violent impulses that come from his trauma. his killing spree in the finale was really odd in terms of his overall arc and is honestly what threw it all off the most for me. like it’s obvious that scenes regarding ed’s apologies and forgiveness from the crew are supposed to have happened and we maybe just didn’t see all of it, because the season was rushed due to the screen time. but a lot of it is also just poor decisions in the writing and the way ed’s storyline is laid out in the final cut.

to me, saying that ed’s arc was beautiful and perfect and it’s wrong to criticise it or to acknowledge the severity of his mistakes and actions isn’t a form of loving ed. it’s a way of saying you’d rather ed actually not take steps towards healing, just because you want to pretend he didn’t do anything wrong in the first place so you can feel like the better person in the conversation. to me, the people who say ed did no wrong are expressing that they actually don’t love ed.

i mean it’s not that deep, it’s all fictional, but i wish people would look beyond their predisposition to condemning criticism of something they like, and see that there’s a lot of heart, and a lot of really personal experience and real-world context behind the arguments people are making, and that other opinions about the writing in s2 are worth listening to even if they make you uncomfortable at first.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Transfer Him (Or Not)

A/N: For context, here is Python's introduction Ghost. And here is Python's basic info post.

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It took Ghost two days of putting up with Python before he stomped towards Price's office. He practically threw open the door, glowering at the captain for what he has had to put up with from the American medic.

"Transfer him." Ghost growled out as he stalked towards Price's desk.

Price looked up from where he writing a report. "'Him" who? Be more specific, there's all men here in this task force," he replied, amused with his own joke. He chuckled for a bit before turning serious, raising a brow at his lieutenant. "Is it Soap? I thought you liked him now."

Ghost scowled beneath his mask, crossing his arms. "I do and I was talking about that bastard American medic," he grumbled.

"Python?" Price couldn't help it, he burst out into laughter, which only made Ghost more irritated. He had his laughing fit for a whole minute before he wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes, his smile forming on his face. "You want me to transfer Python?"

"Yes," Ghost said gruffly, not understanding why Price found it so funny.

"No."

"What? Why not?"

Price's amusement was gone now, his hands moving around some paperwork on his desk. He waited until he was sure Ghost was seriously asking the question. "Ghost, I can't transfer Python," he explained, his words careful. "For one, I didn't transfer him to us in the first place, Laswell did, and secondly, a medic would be good for us. You and Soap barely made it out alive in Las Alamas. So he's staying, no matter how much you don't like him."

Ghost growled at that, very upset by Price's logic. "I don't trust him. The last American we trusted was Graves, and we all know how that turned out," he said.

"Do you trust me, Ghost?"

"Without question."

Price smiled at that, knowing he could always count on his lieutenant to trust him. "Then trust that I know you'll end up liking Python," he replied. "Besides, you don't even know him well enough to hate him. He's only been here for two days."

Ghost grumbled again. "I know him enough to know he's a mysterious bastard."

"Ah, so you two have that in common," Price said, his smile widening into a grin at the playful glower Ghost threw his way for that comment. He chuckled. "Just... Try to be nice, okay? You wouldn't want to piss off a medic, Ghost. Trust me."

Ghost nodded and then left the office so Price could get back to work. He decided to head to the base hospital, heading out of the building he was in and making his way over to the base hospital.

He walked inside the base hospital and made it to the office that was designated as Python's. As he walked there, Soap came out of the office with Gaz in tow, Soap having his hand bandaged.

"What happened to you?" Ghost asked, frowning at Soap's bandaged hand. He went to grab it to get a closer look but Soap pushed his hand away with his good one.

Soap gave Ghost a cheeky grin. "It's nothing, mate. A simple second-degree burn from a cooking accident," he told Ghost nonchalantly. "I just went in to see the doc to get it bandaged."

Gaz interjected, rolling his eyes. "I brought him to Python," he explained his presence there. "Soap wasn't even going to treat it and I had to drag him to Python's office."

"You're such a tattletale, Gaz," Soap complained, his voice almost a whine. He then turned to Ghost, a curious glint in his eyes. "Why are you on your way to Python? Injured, aye?"

Ghost playfully pushed at Soap's chest. "My business is my business," he said, warning Soap not to push for details.

Soap merely smiled, used to Ghost's evasiveness. "You and Python are similar in that respect. A pair of men who want to remain as mysterious as possible."

Ghost rolled his eyes and bid goodbye to Gaz and Soap, Gaz playfully dragging Soap back to the barracks. He watched them leave before walking up the office door, knocking, and entering.

"You injured?" Python asked as soon as Ghost stepped in, lifting his head up from where he was putting away the bandages and gauze back into the drawer of his desk. "And on a scale from one to ten, how bad is it?"

"You know, most medics are less harsh when it comes to asking how bad an injury is." Ghost couldn't help but have a little bite in his voice, feeling annoyed whenever Python was in his vicinity.

Ever since he met the man, Ghost had this need, this itch, and he could only assume it was because they were so similar that Ghost hated it with a passion. And yet, Ghost found himself wanting to be closer.

He pushed down that sudden urge, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. "Anyways, I'm not here because I'm injured," he said, eyeing the taller man.

Python finished putting away the bandages and gauze back in the drawer of his desk, closing the drawer before giving Ghost his full attention. He still had on that damned mask and balaclava that made Ghost all that aware of how similar they were. "Okay, why are you here then?" he asked, moving around his desk to sit on the edge of the surface of said desk.

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm... I'm going to try to get along with you," Ghost blurted out awkwardly, at a loss for words. He was never a talker anyways.

"Okay," Python said after a minute of waiting for Ghost to say more.

"Okay? That's all you have to say?"

And there Ghost was, getting irritated with Python all over again. It was like there was an inferno in his chest, an emotion he couldn't describe but was so intense that it made him so irritable to the way Python was so cagey.

"Bloody hell," Ghost exclaimed, unable to help the rush of emotions. He threw his arms up in the air in a "I give up" gesture and turned away from the infuriating man. "It's like talking to a wall! Fine, keep yourself locked away, see if I care."

With those words, he stomped out of the office, slamming the door shut. Despite his irritation, Ghost's lips couldn't help but twitch into a small smile when he heard Python curse at the door being slammed shut.

So the medic does express some emotion, Ghost thought to himself. Interesting.

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A/N: This was longer than I thought it would be. But have this, Ghost not understanding what emotion he's feeling. He doesn't like his questions being brushed off by Python, but he doesn't understand that he too does that to others. But also, what was Python supposed to say in response, Ghost, huh? I still love Ghost, it's fine.

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