#idk it's just embarassing when someone asks you what time it is but you can't read an analogue clock

[adimilkys]

“Your ex has never made you what?”

Sylus x reader 18+ MDNI

cw : smut, f!reader, overstimulation, p in v, stomach bulge, oral (f receiving), no protection (wrap it before you tap it), petnames, biting and probably more

synopsis : after telling Sylus you "aren't able to orgasm" because you never did with your exes, he proves you very wrong

author's note : wrote this after work, idk how because I'm literally dying so there may be a lot of mistakes lol also english isn't my native so if you find and spelling mistakes whoops

You've been dating Sylus for over a month now, it's been an... interesting ride for sure. You're over the kissing stage and teasing, but you've never talked with him about sex- well until tonight.

"If you're not comfortable we don't have to, kitten" he whispered in your ear, you were both laying in his bed, you on top of him as he scratched your head.

"It's not that I'm not comfortable... it's just embarassing, Sy" You buried your face in his chest, he raised his eyebrow at your statement. "What's embarassing?"

At his question you buried your face deeper in his chest, knowing that you have to tell him either way. "I... just can't..." you mumbled

"You can't what, kitten? Come on, tell me."

"I-I can't orgasm..." he was quiet for a few seconds, before letting out a laugh. You raised yourself up from his chest, a pout on your face. "I'm serious, Sy!"

"And why do you think you can't orgasm?" He asked, gripping your waist. "W-Well everytime I got intimate, I was just never able to come-"

"And you think that's your fault?" He raised his eyebrow, looking into your eyes, making you look away with flushed cheeks. "Well yeah, I mean it's always me who can't cum" he grabbed your chin, making you look at him again.

"Sweetie, it's those pathetic men that couldn't make you cum" He started kissing your face, making you even more flustered "But-"

"Do you want me to prove it to you I can make you come minimum 5 times right now?" You stared at him with wide eyes, Sylus wasn't the one to break his promises, but you decided to play along.

"Hmph... All talk no action-" And with that, he slammed his lips on yours, capturing them in a messy kiss. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for access to your mouth. When you smirked, not opening your lips he bit it, making you gasp as he forced his tongue inside, immediately wrapping your tongues together.

You let out a moan, his hand sliding under your (his) shirt, squeezing your breasts. As you pulled your head away to breath, his lips continued assaulting now your neck, sucking, kissing and nipping on it- leaving many marks.

His hands grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, revealing your tits "So fucking pretty" he whispered before latching onto one of your nipples. "S-Shit... Sylus-" you buried your hands in his hair, slightly pulling at it making him groan.

After being satisfied with the amount of marks he left on your breasts, he kissed down your stomach, lower and lower until he reached your shorts. "Tell me, kitten. Has someone ever eaten you out?" He raised his head up, staring at your face while you shook your head.

"Tsk... you've been messing around with immature boys, not real men sweetie" he said before sliding down your shorts right with your panties. "Such a pretty pussy, s'wet, all mine" with that he immediately dived in, groaning at the taste of your juice.

You moaned out his name loudly, one of your hands leaving his hair and now gripping onto the sheets. Your legs tied around his head. He sucked onto your clit, his tongue doing wonders. His hand moving to grab your thigh, squeezing it (probably leaving marks as well)

"Feels- so good!" You whined, throwing your head back as one of his fingers entered you, his fingers were so much bigger compared to yours (Which they also couldn't make you cum)

He followed that up with his second finger, stretching you out. Your moans were getting louder and your walls clenched around him. "Sylus! I- Ah!" you cried out before arching your back, letting out a silent scream as you came on his fingers and mouth, your eyes rolling back as you saw stars.

All your release ran down his throat, licking his lips before getting up from between your thighs. You were trying to catch your breath, your chest moving up and down.

"What did I tell you, sweetie?" he leaned down to your ear, nipping at it, "Four more to go" you shivered at his words, his hands grabbing your legs and raising them until your knees were touching your chest.

"Now relax f'me..." he grabbed his member, positioning it at your entrance, you didn't even realize he had taken his clothes off and oh

he was huge, thick too. Your eyes widened at his size, which he of course noticed, letting out a chuckle. "Worried I won't fit?" before you could even say anything, he pushed the tip in, knocking your breath out of your lungs.

Your nails digging into his back, he groaned at how tight you are "Sy..." You whined at the stretch, suddenly his fingers pinched your clit, the pain of the stretch and pleasure of his fingers made you scream, once again- making you climax.

As you were panting he continued his torture on your clit, pushing himself in even deeper, not even halfway in but making you feel like he's in your lungs.

"Fuck... Three more, kitten." after a bit more pushing, he finally bottomed out, you were already so cockdrunk, feeling all of him, every twitch and vein. He waited a bit, making sure you adjust before moving.

Starting off slow, making sure you feel comfortable, he looked at your face, sweat rolling down your forehead, hair stuck to your face, tears rolling down your cheeks, eyes closed shut and mouth hanging open as you moaned.

You looked so fucking beautiful, he lowered his head, hand grabbing your chin as he slammed his lips on yours, not wasting any time as his tongue entered and explored your mouth. His thrusts speeding up, your moans getting louder.

Suddenly, his cock hit your sweet spot, making you gasp. He smirked at your reaction, angling toward it, making sure to hit it again, again and again. You sobbed, biting your lip as you felt another ogarsm coming, clenching around his member.

"shit shit shit- Sy-Sylus!" you screamed as you came for the third time, already feeling so overstimulated. "N-No more- I can't-" You begged, whining.

"Shhh... two more sweetie" He wiped your tears away, leaving kisses all over your face. He suddenly pulled out, making you gasp as he flipped you onto your stomach, not wasting any second- slamming right back inside you.

"FUCK-" You gripped the pillow, burying your face in it, muffling your moans. His brows furrowed, groaning as he gripped your hips, pounding into you.

"W-Well, none of that sweetie, I want to hear you-" He chuckled, pulling you up so you were on his lap, his chest pressed against your back as he bounced you up and down on his cock.

Your head was hanging low, that's when you saw the huge bulge in your lower stomach disappearing and reappearing over and over. You were barely holding up with his pace.

His mouth once again started attacking your mouth, hiding his own sounds as he was getting closer himself, the way your pussy was clenching around him felt godly. The way your tits bounced, the way drool was dripping from the corner of your lips.

"C'mon... two more..." it was insane how many times he was able to make you cum. With his fingers back on your clit, you threw your head on his shoulder and with a cry you came once again, the only reason you haven't fallen forward being that Sylus is holding your waist.

Within a few thrusts, he came too with a choked moan- filling you up with his warm cum.

After catching his breath, he pulled out, flipping you on your back once again, you barely lifted your head, looking at him with confusion written on your face.

"One more... or maybe two more?" He smirked, going back to your cunt with his mouth.

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[merkerlerspeaks]

desperately want to rant now about how much i want to understand algebra and car mechanics and technology and how electronics are built and how my confidence in myself to be able to understand it is totally and completely shot and stamped down into the mud because even though I know it's logically untrue that i am incapable, the school system totally trampled everything about it I loved out of me and now it just makes me anxious and panicky when I DO try to learn about it.

i watched my dad fix computers as a kid cuz the computer guts were fascinating and pretended to be violet baudelaire bc i thought inventing/robotics was cool and math was my favourite subject as a kid. it's a bit depressing to think about honestly.

[whxrecruxxes]

TILL FOREVER FALLS APART -ln4

pairing- lando norris x child hood best friend fem fewtrell!reader warning- mentions of trauma, abusive relationship, use of "kiddo" as a nickname from max to reader (idk if that's a warning lol) and use of y/n (ew ew ew sorry) genre- mutual pining, brother's best-friend, hella angst, fluff, fluff, and uhm, oh yeah- fluff. summary- after years of being apart, lando reunites with his childhood best-friend, but it's not what everyone is chalking it up to be. reminders of a past argument float up, and the reason for your absence all these years start to become more and more apparent. word count- 4.659k -- this fic was also not proofread lol bc i have no one willing to proofread these yet, so pls lmk if anyone would be interested 😽 also requests are still open and tysm for the love on my oscar post!!! Any text in orange is past/memory scenes soz if it gets confusing : )

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You stare off into the distance, your eyes glossy. The paddock stands like a bad memory before your eyes, and you try hard not to reminisce on the last time you stepped past that gate.

"You don't have to go in, you know that, right? You can see Lando some other time." Your brother, Max, says as he places his hand over yours. The car feels so much smaller now, as you sit there with him, the pass heavy in your hands.

"No, no. I have to go see him, i-i promised." You mutter to yourself, gulping down the fear in your throat. Last time you were here, it was over three years ago. You had been accompanied by your boyfriend at the time, Jonah, with his hand wound up around your arm tightly, fingertips digging into our flesh. You swear you can feel his fingers digging into you again, the bruises he left on your body aching all over again-

"Jonah can't hurt you, kiddo. He's far away, he can't reach you." Max reassures you, but you still have to swallow the bile in your throat as you climb out of the car and start to walk towards the paddock and the Mclaren hospitality, your legs shaky as all the memories come rushing back.

"you embarassed me, on live television !" His hand coming down to collide with your cheek. You whine in pain as your body jolts back, your arms and chest covered in bruises, your cheek stinging in pain.

"I-I'm sorry i didn't mean to ! I was just trying to congratulate Lando-" You say, shaking as you tried to back away from him. Jonah wasn't usually an angry man. He used to be sweet and tender towards you, always anxious whenever you would even so much graze your knee. But then he got angry over little things, like when you would knock things over or when you spoke a little too loud.

"Instead, you embarassed me and now everyone thinks my girlfriend is a whore !" You tried to squirm away from him, to hide somewhere and grab a phone to call someone-anyone- to help you. But his hand wrapped around your ankle and yanked you back towards him, blood sprouting on your cracked open skull as it hit the table.

"Be quiet."

"Yo. Y/n ?" You were snapped back to reality, Max's hand on your back, the younger aussie driver standing before you, already in his suit. "You okay ?" You gulp heavily, meeting Oscar's confused brown eyes.

"Y-yeah. I'm good." You reply, eyes scanning the crowds around you nervously.

"O-kay..? Anyways, Lando is looking for you." He says, clearing his throat and offering you a soft smile, before walking off. Max looks down at you.

"Are you sure you're alright ? You're looking pale. It's okay if you're scared, i know Lando and you didn't leave things on great terms." He mutters. The worry for his little sister is obvious on Max's face. Lando, Max and You have been friends since the karting days, when you were there to cheer on Max and secretly crush on his best-friend. But Lando had always acted like a brother to you, so you had always assumed those feelings were one sided. So when Lando finally made it to F1 and he started asking you to come to races and acting a bit more flirtatious towards you, it angered you because you had felt alne in your feelings for years and now he wanted to act like this ? It angered you to the point of going and getting a boyfriend. Jonah. Lando and you had gotten into a fight last time you had come to the paddock. It didn't end well. That was over three years ago, at Silverstone in 2021.

"Max, mate !" The voice makes your body go rigid.

"Lando !" Max breaks away from you, envelopping his arms around the boy, patting his back. The slightest of his curly brown hair is peeking out from underneath his papaya cap, his race suit tied around his waist as he clutches unto his water bottle. His cheeks are sunkissed underneath the chinese sun, still high off of his p1 quali. His sink is tan, his eyes shimmering with excitement.

"P1, mate, congrats ! That was amazing, that was." Max congratulates, smiling at him.

"Hah, thank you ! I got scared for a second there, but i was glad when my lap was re-instated, lad, i thought it was over-" His eyes find you, and the shimmer seems to die down. You fiddle with your shirt, the mclaren logo scratchy on your chest.

"Y/n." Your names comes tumbling past his lips like a chant too long apart from him, and it's like the breath has been knocked out of your chest.

"Hi, Lan." You answer, although your voice feels to low for him to hear you. He breaks away from your brother, his eyes drinking you in, a gulp passing past his adam's apple. An awkward silence hangs between the two of you, and it makes your heart hurt as you remember how he'd greeted you last time he'd seen you.

"Lan !" You ran into his arms, letting him fling you around as he groaned, picking you up.

"Ah, there you are ! Been wonderin' where you'd gone." He'd muttered into the skin of your neck, his breath warm. His touch was welcome on your bruised body, the heavy sweater creating unnecessary heat on that day. His arms were tight around you. This was the one race this season Jonah had not joined you. But the bruise around your neck was still obvious when Lando placed you down and his eyes fluttered down.

"Darling.." His hand moved your hair away from your neck softly, frowning. His touch was featherlight on your bruise, and you jerked away from him with a flinch. "Did he do this ? Did Jonah do this to you ?" His eyes were dark. You shook your head, trying to break away from him but his grip on your waist was steadfast.

"Don't lie to me." He whispered.

"He didn't mean to." You'd mumbled, and his face fell.

"He hurt you ?" You shook your head, trying to protest, but before you could, he was ushered away to his car.

"You look.. well." He mutters, scratching the back of his neck. Max looks between the two of you. It must be odd, seeing you standing so far from each other. Usually, his hands wouldn't be off you for more than three seconds- Lando craved your touch, it grounded him. Seeing his stand so far felt foreign to Max. He pats Lando's back again.

"Alright well.. I'm going to go find P.. I'll leave you two to it." He says before walking off, shaking his head. You stare at him in silence, your chest heaving.

"How have you been ?" He asks, taking a step closer to you. His eyes are scanning your skin, looking for any trace of a bruise. The thought hits you like a truck- he doesn't know you and Jonah broke up.

"I've been okay." You answer, your voice feeling strained in your throat. He nods, pursing his lips.

"How's Jonah ?" You gulp down the bile in your throat, scratching your eyebrow. The venom in his voice is evident- your past argument clearly still salt in an open wound.

"Uh- convicted. 5 years." His jaw pops open. "Did Max not tell you ?" He shakes his head, gulping.

"No, uh, he didn't."

"After Silverstone, i... I got it together. I called the cops. He was found guilty and.. i haven't seen him since." His eyes flutter as he nods softly, his lips parting.

"What are you doing later tonight ?"

"Nothing. Probably stay in, if i'm honest." You said, laughing as you stared at Lando as he dried off his sweaty hair after his p4 finish, the towel heavy on his neck.

"Go out with me." He said, turning to look at you. You wanted to say yes, you really did. But you knew Jonah would be furious if he found out you had stepped a foot outside without him.

"I would love to, Lan, but i-i shouldn't." You muttered, but he shook his head, tutting.

"Wasn't a question. You and me, we're going out before your muppet of a brother shows up tomorrow and ruins out fun, alright ?" he said, smiling broadly at you. You scratched at your stomach, the hidden bruise on your ribs bothering you as yo sat uncomfortably on the chair, but you couldn't say anything was bothering you or Lando would be all over you.

"I'm serious, Lan, i don't think i should-"

"Nonsense. We're going to have fun."

You stared at him , your feet aching from being stood up so long.

"Should we go sit somewhere ?" Lando asks, his eyes happier than before. You nod.

"Sure." You follow him inside the McLaren hospitality, your hands shaky as you enter the place you haven't seen in three years. Everyone greets you with smiles and handshakes galore, and it makes you feel like you've been greeted home. It still feels weird that he hasn't hugged you yet, and you try not to let that bother you when you sit down on the couch in his driver's room, the door closing behind him. He turns to face you.

"I've missed you, y'know ?" He says, his voice soft as he leans against the door, his eyes looking up. "I didn't think i'd see you again after that night.. After Max told me you'd gone." He says, clearing his throat. You glance down at your hands, fiddling with the skin around your fingers.

"I didn't think i'd come back, to be honest." He looks at you, and his gaze softens.

"I'm sorry, for what i said." He says, licking his lips. You finally look up at him, and the look in his eyes makes you want to sob. "Everytime i think about it.. It makes me want to be sick. The way i treated you-"

"We don't have to talk about that." You say, begging to get away from that subject.

"But i want to apologise to you." He says, sitting next to you. "I didn't mean it. Any of it."

The music was loud, and Lando was leaning next to you at the bar. You were laughing along to something he had said, when your phone had started to ring in your pocket. Its was Jonah. Somehow he had found out you were out, and he was fuming. You were crying in a corner, hiding from Lando, from whom you had excused yourself from to answer the call. Your shoulders we shaking, your dress hiking up to your knees to reveal the bruises peppered on your thighs, the sweater you had slung over to hide the spagetti straps revealing the bruises on your collarbones was now too heavy to bear, making you sweat as you tried your best to control your breathing- yet every breath you took made your ribs ache ache and wince. You tore your sweater off, fanning at your face, relishing in the privacy to no longer hide underneath layers.

"Darling ? Are you in here ?" You tensed up at his voice. You wiped the runny mascara off your cheeks, forgetting you had taken your sweater off. Lando turned the corner, and his jaw almost dropped when he saw you.

"Jesus, Y/n. What has he been doing to you ?" You frowned, before looking down at yourself, the music from the club outside still thrumming on the floor. Your eyes went wide as he took a step closer to you grabbing your arm softly and looking at the bruises peppered on your body. You shook your head, new tears forming in your eyes.

"N-No, i'm just clumsy, I walked into a wall and i bumped into a few tables. You know how i am, Lan, it's nothing-" He shook his head, cutting you off.

"Don't lie to me, darling. I'm sick and tired of you being scared of doing things that you think he would see as out of line. You've changed, Y/n. You're not the same anymore, you're too preoccupied with what he thinks of you, of what he wants you to do." You frowned at his words. It was obvious he was drunk, his words were slurred, but he had had enough. Lando had loved you for years, not that the believed you loved him back, and the second he got into f1, Max had given him the green flag to go ahead and make a move, having placed a heavy hands off for most of your life. But his relentless moves onto you just seemed to anger you, and he didn't seem to understand why- so it's safe to say he was confused when Jonah appeared at the paddock with you, out of the blue. He tried to play it off, to act happy for you because you were happy and that was all that mattered to him. But when he saw you start to be more scared every time anyone lifted their hand or arm, or how you wore heavy and covered clothing even on the hottest of days- he knew something was wrong. Especially when you stopped hugging him before races, especially when Jonah was around, he was convinced something was wrong.

"You're not yourself anymore - You're scared of everything, you're nervous, you look like you don't want to be around me, and you're always doing whatever fucking Jonah wants you to do. Im sick of it. I'm sick of it, i'm tired of seeing you upset all the time." You gulped down tears, and Lando knew he was saying the wrong things. He couldn't tell if he was being rude, the alcohol too heavy in his veins, fogging up his brain.

"Why are you acting like this ?" You mumbled, shaking your head. His words were hitting you, deep. You knew he was drunk, but aren't drunk words simply sober thoughts ?

So Lando really thought you were a push over and you were just giving in to Jonah ?

Letting yourself get hit ?

"Because i love you, goddammit ! I've loved you since we were kids but i couldn't do anything about it because of your brother, but then when he gave me the green light, I was going to go for you- But then you brought fucking Jonah !" His words knocked the air straight out of your chest. He loved you ?

" And i knew he was off- I knew something was wrong with him. The second i saw you act weird, especially to me, i knew something was wrong and now i know !" He yelled, pointing at your bruises. "He's been hurting you, y/n, and you've been hiding it ! God, you should've told me ! All i want is to protect you, darling."

"Lan, you're being mean.."

"Mean ? Mean ?! I'm trying to help you because he's obviously not a good guy but you're too scared to do anything about it, so you've stayed with him for three years !"

"You don't think i know that ? You don't think i've tried to get away ?I have, Lan ! Ive tried to tell you and Max, anyone, but i knew you would act like this and i was scared of what you would do ! What do you think this entire weekend was about ? I was trying to have one good moment before i went back there and ended things with him and filed a restraining order against him !" He tensed up as you yelled back at him, tears streaming down your face. "You think telling me that i've been letting him do these things to me is going to make me fall for you ?"

His face fell, and he suddenly realised that he had made a big, big mistake.

"No, Y/n, that's not what i-"

"Well it's not. And to think i came here all this way for you, putting my ass on the line because who knows the things he will do to me when i get back." You screamed, your throat yelling at you with every raise in. your tone, your voice cracking.

"Then stay. Don't go back, stay with me." He begged. He could tell you wanted to, but his earlier words were still stinging your heart. You shook your head and slipped your sweater back on. You pushed past him, but he gripped your arm.

"No, please, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to yell." His eyes were pleading. "You know that's not what i meant. Please, love, i'm not in my right mind- Just stay until morning and i'll explain it t you when my head isn't moving at three thousand thoughts a minute- Please." You could tell he was drunk. But you still felt sick just looking at him.

"Well it's too late now isn't it ?" You mumbled, before breaking free and running off.

You were on a plane out of the country before Max's had even landed.

"Not any of it ? Wow, okay." You ask, feeling that same prickly feeling in your throat as you did that night.

"Well i meant one part." He says, looking down at you. " I do love you."

"Lando, can we not do this, please ?" He shakes his head.

"But i want to. I don't like knowing you're mad at me-" You stand up, shaking your head, sniffling.

"I didn't come here to hear a half assed apology, Lan. I came here to support you because you're my friend and i missed you, for some reason. But if you're just going to toy with me again, and remind me of things i'd rather forget, then i can't do this." You say.

The thought of anyone genuinely loving you feels suffocating after Jonah.

It makes you sick to even think of being in such a vulnerable state again.

"I promise, i'm not-"

"I'll see you at dinner." You mutter, your chest heaving up and down in panic. He frowns as you move past him and leave his room storming out into the sun to find Max, your mind reeling.

Dinner is not going to be enjoyable.

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The dress is uncomfortable against your ribs, gulping heavily. The car is quiet, Pietra sitting beside you, Max in the front passenger seat near Lando. You try to avoid his eyes darting over to you at every red light, but it's getting painstakingly hard when his breathing gets heavier each time you look down to avoid his gaze. Pietra is scrolling mindlessly on her phone, her head resting on your shoulder as the car trudges past the streets. The restaurant Lando pulls into is fancy, with a valet at the door who takes the car off of his hands as you climb out. Pietra grabs your hand, talking happily about something as max softly touches your shoulder to make sure you're alright.

It feels weird- Wearing a dress and not having to cover a bruise.

You blink hurriedly and let Pietra drag you into the restaurant behind Lando and your brother, leading you to the table. She sits down beside you, Max sitting down infront of her, leaving Lando to sit down infront of you. You gulp and cats your eyes down, trying to include yourself in the conversation happening between your brother and his girlfriend, but it's all batting eyelashes and hand holding. Lando;'s foot nudges your calf. Your eyes snap over.

"Can we please talk-"

"Hi ! What can i get you tonight ?" Lando looks up at the sudden interruption. It's a young waiter, a large smile on his face.

"Uh, we haven't looked at the menu's yet-"

"Oh that's fine, would you like anything to drink ?" Lando's jaw tenses.

"No, it's fine we'll let you know when we're ready-"

"Well, i can offer you some specials ! We have cocktails with free refills, a wine cave that has been critically acclaimed for it's diversity-" Lando's fist comes smashing against the table. You flinch, the suddenness of it all making you jump. Max even looked over at the commotion, his brows knotted in confusion. Lando didn't get angry- at least not that angry. And he did, he'd be more likely to stay angry in silence until he' s calmed down enough to rationally discuss why he was angered in the first place.

"For fucks sake, can you give us a minute !" The young boy stammers, gulping heavily.

"Y-yes, sir. Sorry, sir." The boy backs away, his hands shaking. Like how your hands shook as you dialed 9-1-1 from the hidden safety of your bathtub, bleeding from five different areas, Jonah having left to "clear his head" after beating you to a pulp.

Your eyes are wide in fear, your stomach churning with bile. Max seems to notice and he nods at Pietra, who places her hand over yours tentatively, your eyes trained on Lando, who is staring at you aswell.

"Y/n-" The second her hand touches yours, your body goes into fight or flight mode. You shove her off, leaping to your feet, your chest heaving, your chair groaning loudly on the floor. Everyone in the vicinity has turned to look at you. Max's eyes are wide, knowing the reason for your sudden change. You feel cornered, like every eye pouring into you is Jonah's- taunting you, promising to hurt you. Your eyes dart to Lando, who is staring up at you with worry in his eyes. You shake your head, a whimper forcing it's way out of your lips before running off, your heels clicking on the floor as whispers follow you.

"Y/n !" You hear Lando call, but you're already pushing open the door of the bathroom and locking it behind you after checking no one else was in the stalls. The second you're in privacy, tears start flowing down your cheeks, your hands clawing at your chest to get some sort of air into your lungs, the only thing keeping you up being the iron grip your free hand has on the small porcelain sink.

"Okay.. okay, breathe, Y/n. Jonah is far- He can't hurt you. He can't. He can't." You tell yourself through the rapid fire tears coursing down your face, making it hard for you to see or breathe.

"Darling ? Are you in here ?"

Deja vu hits you so hard you almost stumble backwards.

"I'm sorry, love, i didn't mean to yell."

There it is again.

"Will you please open the door ?"

His voice is so soft, so comforting, you don't even think. The lock comes clicking open and before you know it you're wrapped up into his arms, pushing you back into the bathroom, his voice muffled into your hair as he holds you close, apologising profusely. His hand is pinned to your waist, the other buried in your hair as your hands come to squeeze around his torso, his lips kissing your temple.

"Fuck, i'm sorry. I'm so sorry. God, i'm so sorry, Y/n." He breathes, gently rocking you back and forth. You nod against his chest, relishing in his touch. This is the first time in three years he's held you close.

"I'm sorry about the fight, i had no idea how bad it was, y/n." he pulls away, cupping your cheeks to make you look at him. "I never should've said any of those things. God, you're so strong for even thinking of getting out, my love. He never deserved you, and you never deserved to be treated that way, even less for me to be a dick about it because i was drunk and hung up over you." he peppers kisses all over your face. "And i'm so sorry for yelling just now, really i am, I just felt so bad because you wouldn't even look at me, and i got carried away and-" he stops himself when he realises he's rambling. "I'm sorry." He says, his tone stern. He brushes a strand away from your face, your hands resting on his torso as he stays cupping your cheeks.

"If I could take back that entire fight, I would. Please.. Don't ever leave me again." he begs, his voice cracking as his own tears fill his eyes. "It's been hell without you, Y/n. And knowing it was my fault you stayed away just makes it worse." He says. You lick your lips, and you look up at him through tear-soaked eyelashes.

"You promise you love me ?" Your voice is wobbly. The thought of hearing him say those words again makes you sick yet excited.

"Baby.. I've loved you since we were six. Of course i love you - i'll never stop loving you. And i can love you how you deserve to be.. if you let me." He says, his eyes scanning your face. He awaits for your answer, cleafly impatient. He chuckles softly.

"i really don't mean to push, y/n, but you're killing me here-"

You cut him off, reaching up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips, your hands finding the soft yet gelled tips of his curls, digging your fingers through them like how you used to fantasise when you were teenagers. His hands grab your waist possessively, pushing you up against the door, settling his knee n between your thighs to keep you up as he focuses on cupping your cheeks and kissing you long and hard, as much as he can, relishing in this moment. A soft whine is pulled from your lips as his hand softly settles around your neck, tilting your face up to get easier access, your smaller frame fitting into his tall one with ease. After a while, he finally pulls away to let you breathe, his hands strong on your hips, your own buried in his hair.

"Fuckin' hell." He pants, his forehead resting against yours. You nod, your eyes shut closed. Secretly, you're scared to open your eyes, because you think he might disappear if you look at him for too long.

"Does this mean you forgive me ?" He asks against your neck, his breath hot on your nape, his lips trailing your jaw. You slap at his chest as you laugh, your eyes opening. He laughs, shaking his head as he kisses along your jaw and collarbones.

"Yes, it means i forgive you, you muppet." You laugh, burying your face in his chest as he kisses your temple.

"God it feels so good to hold you." he mutters, his voice groggy. He cutches you tighter, kissing your nose. You scrunch it up, smiling.

"Y/n ? You in here babe ? Max is really worried, and -" The door comes flying open and Pietra stumbles in, taking in the scene before her- you and lando, both of your lips swollen, Lando's smeared with lipgloss, his curls a mess, his head buried in your neck. You try to shove him off, scared at the sudden exposure of his affection. A sudden jolt of fear courses through your body. God, if Jonah saw you and Lando so close, he would kill you- But then it hits you. Jonah actually can't hurt you.

"Hi, P." Lando smiles lazily as he kisses your forehead and pulls you in, refusing to let you go. Pietra smiles broadly.

"Oh. My. God. Max is going to flip !" She says, laughing. She runs off, ready to go tell Max as Lando finally breaks away from you and slips his hand in yours. He looks up at you, wiping the fallen tears off your tears and kisses your knuckles.

"Mine ?" He whispers. You smile, rolling your eyes.

"Yours." You reply. He smiles, tugging you along to the main room, where the restaurant seems to have continue past your earlier outburst. Max's eyes almost bulge out of his head when he notices your hands intertwined, and for the first time in a while..

It feels good to be vulnerable.

It feels good to be loved.

a/n- YALL I LOWK HATE THIS SOMEONE PLS CONVINCE ME OTHER WISE 😭 ( ALSO YAY LANDO WIN- OBVI A FIC IS COMING UR WAY THERE'S ALSO LIKE THREE OTHERS IVE BEEN WORKING ON SO STAY POSTED FOR THAT UHHHH REQUESTS ARE OPEN AS ALWAYSSSSS)

[fruitybashir]

hey hello 👋🏻 i'm sorry im very shy but i'm a huge fan of the holidate and dopamin (closer) was so fantastic and super hot and i was blushing the entire way through, i've reread it maybe five times by now, i'm sorry if that's weird 🫣

if you don't mind me asking, i'm curious about something? in the holidate and in dopamin, there's obvious hints at some of their kinks or preferences in bed (hair pulling, praise....) and i'm just wondering......can you say more about what kinks they're both into? what you envisioned for them? is there more we don't know about yet? i'm a bit embarassed to ask but i'm so curious

either way, i'm a big fan and i can't wait to see what you post next and have a nice day/night bye bye 💌💕

omg hiiiii <3333 dont be embarassed omg i loveeee when people tell me they reread my stuff, thats how i know it actually was good!!! 🫶🏻💖💖💖

and sure i can talk about it! its nothing super exciting tbh but i do have a certain set of kinks/preferences/likes whatever you wanna call it for each of them, im gonna put it under the cut as per usual in case it gets long.

edit yeah this is getting super long. sorry. dont ask me to yap, i will not stop.

starting with kris:

the very obvious: hair pulling. i think that was made pretty clear lmao. in a non-sexual context he looooves having his hair played with, someone just running their fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at the scalp, playing with a strand or two, anything at all gives him very pleasant tingles and practically makes him putty in your hands. find that spot behind his ear like bojan did and his brain shuts off, you have now successfully tamed your kris, congrats.

in a sexual context that translates to him loving having his hair pulled, its a combination of him liking having his hair played with + liking a certain level of pain. and the combo of that really gets him off. obviously.

pain for kris is like. hes into some level of pain, like the hair pulling and he also likes biting sometimes. in dopamin thats bojan biting his butt, but i imagine sometimes when bojan takes his time exploring kris' body, he takes a bite here or there, kris' neck, the sides of his stomach, the inside of his thighs .. stuff like that and kris is also really into it then.

hes not into any bigger levels of pain other than that like he wouldnt like stuff like spanking etc although thats a combination of not liking that type of pain and not liking being in a submissive position

next point: he doesnt like being submissive. its both just a preference thing plus not liking loss of control. he loves being the one to order the other part around and be the one to kiiind of have the upper hand. im saying that a bit vaguely bc he also isnt really a dom, he wouldnt like a very strong dominant role, he just likes calling the shots and being in control of the situation. idk how to put it. ill come back to this later

hes freshly discovering that hes into feminization, as you can probably tell from that last upload lmao, and he likes it both in a non-sexual and in a sexual context. he likes feminine words of affection, being called pretty, likes thinking about how in certain perspectives and moments people might mistake him for a girl, and he could have shopped online for lingerie thats specifically made for men, and buy panties that actually had some space in the front, but he deliberately chose not to do that, he wanted it to be girls underwear. that was important.

holidate kris is definitely not fully cis, but also not really trans either i think, idk what to call it but yeah. he might be a little trans, hes having some thoughts and feelings and maybe ill let him explore that properly one day but basically he doesnt really know what to make of it yet or how to categorise it, but he knows he likes himself exactly the way he is and doesnt want to change anything. he also likes getting called girl-ish things and thinking about how people might mistake him for a girl sometimes. idk

other preferences uhhh he really likes sucking dick lmao, like he genuinely enjoys going down on bojan and it gets him all worked up as well. he just figured out he loves getting eaten out. he doesnt like bottoming and he also doesnt like getting fingered all that much. and the thing with that is that he likes having things in his ass, but he doesnt like the uhhh motion of it? having a dick in his ass is fine, having that dick thrust into him is a big no no. the lucky thing with bojan is that he has really short fingers so when hes fingering kris, hes focussing on kris's prostate and doesnt move around all that much so that is still something kris enjoys. on occasion. he also generally doesnt like coming more than once, bc he tends to be very sensitive after his first orgasm and the second one is often very overhelming and too much

moving on to bojan:

also fairly obvious: likes being manhandled, likes being told what to do, big on getting praised. he also loves servicing and making kris feel good, it genuinely gets him off when he can just worship kris a little.

bojan loves both receiving and giving oral but he really loves bottoming and coming on kris' fingers. he loves getting a little overstimulated like getting teased for a long time before getting any proper attention so by the time kris finally goes down on him or fucks him, bojan is already shaking with it and desperate. or in the way like in dopamin, literally not being able to fully calm down in between orgasms and still being super sensitive from the first one.

i think the praise thing is pretty self explanatory, he really loves getting praised for doing a good job when he follows kris' instructions, loves being called a good boy, loves when kris keeps telling him how good hes being in general, its a major thing for him

he loves getting fucked classic missionary or riding kris, they tried doggy once but he didnt like not being able to see kris and touch him. he loves watching kris' face when he comes and also before that, he just loves fucking face to face.

also he would love for kris to make real on his promise of fucking his tits, neither of them knows how that would work but bojan is heavily into the idea of it

as for both of them:

ive said it in dms earlier but basically like. theyre both still kind of vanilla with their kinks? like there is a dom/sub dynamic there but its a very mild one kinda.

like how in dopamin kris tells bojan hes gonna make him come on his fingers and then give him no break after, but later he still does give him a break and checks with bojan if hes still okay with it, if its too much etc. or how he keeps telling bojan to use his words, but always forgives him when bojan cant use his words or is too embarrassed to say what kris wants him to say. like theres never any real consequences.

and thats the thing with them: they are so in tune with each other and have a level of trust for each other that they never had with previous partners. bojan likes being bossed around but he wouldnt like if anyone was actually mean to him, hes not into humiliation or being actually punished for something.

kris knows when he says it that its all empty threats and he would never give bojan any real consequences, and bojan knows this as well, but he would also never intentionally misbehave bc he likes following commands.

they work so well together like that bc theyre both fully aware of what they and the other wants out of it, they know the others wishes and boundaries and limits etc, like there is just a level of trust and understanding between them like no other.

also theyre super in love. did i mention that. does that come across. thats not a kink thing but theyre just super mega in love and thats so important to me.

uhhhh i think thats basically all there is to them kink wise ✌🏼 sorry this got so long, oopsie

[lippiethehoe]

Well hi tumblr queers again :D.

Okay so for starters CONTENT WARNING I'll be talking about sexuality sex and overall sexual stuff so if that's not something you wanna look at then don't read thanks :).

I kinda feel like starting a little conversation and also hopefully getting some answers from lgbts from tumblr which hmmm... idk if this is the best place for this, especially since I don't particularly have a big following, nor do I think I have the means to make this be more visible to randos on tumblr so hmm, if this amounts to nothing know I'll be embarassed about it but that's okay, but also I fucking hate reddit and all my google research efforts have resulted in either basically nothing or people asking similar questions to mine but having very deeply different prespectives of both gender in general and sexuality in general than me so google research didn't slay at all, and so I'll lend my trust to the tumblers ig.

Ok so hello, I'm lilly I'm a demiromantic trans woman and I've struggled for kind of a while with my sexuality, not because I don't know what it is, but because I'm actually a huge labels person. Having a word to describe the way i feel about things has always helped me feel as though I know myself better and can make others know me better aswell. Even if putting labels on complex human feelings and emotions is essentialy pointless, it's still something that means alot to me, and I hate that for the longest time I have been perfectly capable of knowing what my sexuality is, but can't simple it down to one word and use it on my day to day life and that makes me sad. It also makes me feel kinda alone in my feelings? cause I'm basically the only person i know with this prespective on my sexuality at least for now so I'm a bit confused, obviously I don't think I'm the only person like this cause that's basically impossible but it still feels that way ig?

Also I remembered this recently only because it's pride month, happy pride month btw :3, and I was doing a thing on discord where everyday I'd add a flag that I indetify with on my profile picture, problem is I've ran out of flags, because no sexual orientation feels right and from my knowledge of it there isn't a sexuality nor a flag for what I feel, and now not only does my discord pfp not look full of colors and pretty it also re-awakened a little identity crisis I've had for a while.

This is definetly gonna be a very long post but I won't feel like I explained myself correctly if it isn't a big post so bear with me, but let's start.

So I'm gonna start explaining how I personally view sexuality and gender so you, reader, can have all the means available to understand my prespective on this. Sexuality to me is kinda simple, simply means whatever a person is attracted to, what makes them sexually interested in someone, whatever other way you wanna put it, and gender is simply the way a person identifies themselves with, the eyes they navigate the world through, the way they percieve themselves and the way they want to be percieved as by others etcetera, I won't explain my prespective on romanticism cause that's essentially useless to my question, but yeah simple stuff right?

So here's where I don't believe I fit in with most sexualities, here's the question I've had for quite a while but never thought to express it in a place where more than just a few friends could hear, I am not sexuality attracted to genders, ok now is when someone screams at me and says pansexual, I don't agree, but moving on, I'm not sexually attracted to people much, I am sexually attracted to penis tho, and here's where someone screams heterosexual at me AND IF YOU DID I FUCKING HATE YOU FYI NOT CAUSE I HATE HETEROS BUT BECAUSE THAT AS AN ANSWER TO WHAT I SAID IS FUCKING TRANSPHOBIC, YEAH I SAID IT, BITCH!!!

But here's the thing, what is a gender, ok I wrote alot after i said that but deleted it all cause this could fall into a very long rabbit hole, but gender's a construct blah blah, can you tell I probably have some neurodivergencies going on in the head anyways continuing. Genuinely, I don't know what it feels like to be a sexuality that includes gender in it, not because I don't think it to be true obviously i know people are heterosexual bisexual homosexual lesbians any other sexual orientation that implies gender being a part of the equation. But to me I can't be sexually attracted to men because a man can be anything to me, I can't be sexually attracted to women because a woman can be anything to me, i can't be sexually attracted to enbys cause being non-binary can be anything to me and the list goes on. Nothing is set in gender because to me gender can look like, feel like, and be like anything, if I labeled myself heterosexual, sexually attracted to people of the opposite gender of me, what would I mean by it? cause think about it, there're big men small men skinny fat muscular men hairy shaved brown eyed dark skinned pussy having dick having blah blah blah and the list goes on again, and even in there I'm not specifically attracted to any of the traits on that list anyways, none of those traits sexually arouse me, men don't sexually arouse me, women don't sexually arouse me, but you know what does? penis. So therein lies the issue, cause surprise, there's a bunch of dicks in the world, what? that's crazy? Yeah penis is everywhere, there're men with penises women with penises nonbinaries with penises intersex people with penises dildos people with strap-ons and the list goes on and in that entire list, the only thing that sexualy arouses me personally, is penis, not who has it, not wether or not it was there from birth, not wether or not it's made of plastic or human skin, not wether or not I'm specifically sexually attracted to any other aspect of said person, but simply the thing that sexually arrouses me and makes me feel pleasure is the thing that sexually attracts me, which in my head is so fucking obvious? Like it's a conclusion so natural to me, but it seems I'm the only person in a 50 km radius that feels this way? It's also possible that I'm actually wrong and view the current existing sexualities in the wrong way and if that's what's up please tell me.

Also i feel the rising tension of someone saying stuff like "people can sexually stimulate others with fingers are u FiNgErSeXuAl?" and the truth is not really but I still find it sexually arousing when it happens, but the last thing I'm gonna do is look at fingers and blush I think. WOAH THAT JUST OPENED A NEW DOOR FUCKK OH NO THIS IS GONNA BE TOO LONG MAYBE I SHOULDN'T POST THIS IDK. I am also sexually attracted to certain actions, but at this point I feel I'm leaving sexuality and going into kink territory and that isn't really where I wanted to go. EITHER WAY my overall conclusion is I don't understand most sexualities and feel as though my view of my sexuality should have a label so I feel more comfortable, maybe I should be the catalyst who knows maybe someone's already been the catalyst and I'm simply unaware of that, either way I'd like a sexuality flag to add to my discord pfp so maybe I'll just make a flag up, who fucking knows, that's it tho. So yeah if anyone who sees this post experiences anything similar to this and wants to share about it please do I'd be really thankful.

Thank you so much if you sticked with me all the way to the end, and if you feel like you might have some insight on what I'm saying or simply wanna say something relevant to this topic please do, it's pride month and I'm incredibly proud of all queers and gender fuckers :3 happy pride month!

Ps: I just wanna say something, this isn't an invitation to flirt with me send me unsolicited dick pics or respond to things I clearly showed not to be questions, I want this topic to be taken in more of a discussion way than a sexual one, if that could be possible I'd be thankful, ok that's it bie bie.

[confessions-sm]

Idk if you’ve already answered this (I’ve only just started getting back into my spooky month phase and it’s been a while since I’ve looked at this blog) but what’s ur opinion on Roy’s parents?

Also MA DUDE I need ur Roy headcanons

-from a fellow RoyIsAroAce soldier

Probably did but I never mind answering again hehe!!

— I genuinely hate canon Carmen and Richard, but mainly Carmen./lh

I specified on 'canon' because I do find fanon content cute, like with Mourn's content and my own interpretations I made some time ago, but when it comes to talk about them by itself I can't get to like them. May change in the future tho! But for now I just can't, specially Carmen. It's both because I am insanely attached to Roy (explains by itself) and because of my own mommy issues projecting pfft.

— As for headcanons, I dunno if you meant only aroace ones or in general, so I'll go with a little of both!! Imma already warn that they can be canon-divergent.

'Normal' hcs:

- Roy knows how to do a bunch of things because his parents forced him to join a bunch of different activities. It includes things like advanced classes, violin, golf and ice skating. He specially hates ice skating because 1. It's the one he's worst at and 2. The one where he embarassed himself the most. <- fell on his ass too many times.

- The type of person to cover their ears and go "LALALALA!!" when you try to scold them.

- Probably mocks furry on the internet and then changes his mind once one of his friends turns out to like them./j /silly

- Developed emetophobia (fear of vomiting).

- Steals, but then proceeds to get super stressed when someone take something from him without asking. Specially his cap.

Aroace hcs (<- to me he's not aroace-stricted, but imma give those ones to people's happiness/silly):

- In his head, literally any type of flirt is dumb. He thinks it's only there for you to make people laugh.

- People told him that wanting to look cool infront of girls is normal so he just assumed everyone think the same. Spoilers: They did because they wanted a girlfriend. He did because he likes to feel cool.

- Never really adopted the aroace title, he doesn't care for labels. But he's between us./silly

- Makes a hundred of dirty jokes but will go "eww.." if you make one back at him reciprocating.

- Once he's older, he gets nervous/weirded out at sexual indications and either grabs a drink and walks away or lets out a blunt "no" without even thinking. <- No regrets.

[meto4]

UPDATE: THE ANCIENT RUNES WERE REVEALED TO ME. I NO LONGER NEED THE ANSWER. FOR I HAVE IT NOW. I know how to do this, I asked my professor.

I'll leave the post up for history.

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hello! i haven't made any original posts in a while. at least i think so... this is because i am fucking failing mathematical analysis. yes that's awfully embarassing. yes everything i said in my bio was a lie, i'm actually dogshit terrible at integration and such. actually i think i'm just terrible at math in general. a poser you might say.

or, rather, it wasn't a lie back when i wrote the bio. i used to like it (to the point of saying it was my Meaning Of Life or whatever) and i used to think i'm pretty good compared to my peers who were somehow even worse.

anyway if you read this please consider this a cry for help lol. if anyone could tell me how to do tasks like the one pictured here i'd.... uhh idk i guess i can't really do anything in return but i'd be grateful forever. yes i know it seems easy, like something that anyone who has even the slightest idea of what's going on could do lol. it probably is and yet i can't do this. or rather i can but i'm pretty sure i'm doing it wrong.

(well maybe it's because my focus keeps drifting away every time or because i spent too much time on programming instead of this or because everyone else seems to communicate with other students well and seek out materials together and i can't do that or because i am fundamentally incredibly stupid.)

on a general note, i really don't want to get expelled from my university. i can't help but compare myself with other people, and i have always concidered studying at at a "good" university somewhat of a redeeming quality (i am already "pretty bad" at other usually highly valued skills e. g. being nice to be around), now i'm at risk of losing it as well.

on an even more general note, well, it may sound silly, but i think i'm now "left to your judgement". i don't know what should be done to people who are like that. when someone (not any one person in particular) tells me i've failed again (in a condescending tone, one that's normal for educators) my first thought at this point is honestly "so what? what do you want me to do? i still can't do this. do you want me to kill myself? right now? for you to see?"

[blocksruinedme]

Okay so this is what I decided not to post on an ask about Jimmy's namemc skin spoiler

but then left some of the text there!!!!! Incredibly embarassing! so now that i've accidentally put part of this out... here you go.

Scar loves Buff Scar, right? We all love Buff Scar. But I get emotional about the buff scar skin, for bummer reasons??? I would up talking about Buff Scar on the ask post and it turned into me finally writing out thoughts I've been having about myself and my health and... what I feel when I think about Scar? I say I "have health issues" and I have no looked up any definitions of "disabled" and idk that I do... physically it's mostly chronic pain and bad GI stuff (seeing a new specialist next week!)

But this personal and it's kinda heavy and I wasn't sure if I was going to post this, and it's... talking about another person's health while talking about my own, so I'm going to put this behind a cut. I don't want this thrown in anyone's face, and I think it's the most vulnerable thing I've posted on this account. And the first time I've ever turned off reblog.

I often get weirdly emotional about buff Scar, cause that image? That is something he must have have and lost. From hearing about his swimming career as a kid/teen, fuck. My dude would have been BUFF in the chest and arms and also shirtless a ton.

He was only 16 when he first got sick, I had thought it was 18 for some reason. It's nothing compared to Scar's situation, but I have a lot of health issues and... I don't think I project, I emphasize but it's more, idk that it's representation but maybe a little, honestly I don't know what it is, but I expected hearing him talk about his stuff hits different for me than most people who are fully able bodied. It just does stuff to me.

I watched part 2 of his imp & skizz podcast recently, and it's the most I've ever heard Scar talk about himself. People can get really weird when talking/thinking about other people's health, and I don't want to be doing that, but it was very emotional to listen to him talk about his dreams and plans that his health got in the way of. It's not like I'm in a wheelchair, but there's a really major thing in my life I can't do because of my health and I'm grieving it still. It's only been two years, and I'm doing my fucking best to not dwell and live the life I can have instead, but fuck. It's genuinely a really big deal (that I am not at all ready to talk about outside close friends.)

mood shift! i wrote this out of order and i'll cry if i keep dwelling on it.

A friend told a little anecdote about people (lovingly) commenting on Scar's choices about health and his creative work, and I did not react as they expected. I go (internally) ballistic when people say that kind of thing to me, like how I shouldn't write if I have a bad pain day?? Do not tell me how to manage my pain! This is my life and my body and you can never understand it, I barely can. I do not want to be infantilized, ever, but especially when it comes to managing the parts of my life that suck the most. Sometimes we take risks with our health because we decide it's worth it, because you have to have joy in life, not just life. Every time I get in the car I'm risking my life, y'know? If writing gets me through pain, that's what it does! And that's not even risky. (I spent 6 hours in the ER working on "whatcha gonna do?" because i was going to go insane sitting there waiting to find out if I had a stroke (i didn't)).

So we people with ill health have to figure out how to balance things. There's no "I'll wait till I'm healthy to do that", it's not like we're got a stomach virus. Everything is a compromise. If someone wants to finish uploading a video before they go to the hospital, maybe it's because of an skewed life/work balance, or maybe they're putting their self worth in places-some-people-would-call-wrong, or maybe they just don't want to worry about the fucking video and get the joy of "i've just put up a thing" while going off into a shit situation. I don't know! You don't know! "Put your health first" is pretty complicated, actually, when your health is *never* going to be "good" and there's too many options and you can't know what might work. People will sometimes hear something that's going on and say "are you going to go to the doctor?" and it's like... I can't go to my pcp everytime something like this happens cause then I'll be in all the damn time. It's not worth it. I am getting some kind of medical care every week.

When I went to the ER... so I had a really weird episode that might have been a migraine but the symptoms didn't quite match up with the general list and were concerning. All the symptoms went away after I laid down. I eventually got convinced to go to the ER to get checked out - and then, do I run out the fucking door in my workout clothes? Do I pack up stuff I want to have? Do I do that but also take ten minutes to eat something? What's the right choice? In the end everything was fine, but I'm always happy to get some clean imaging to have in my file. (in this case, brain mri and brain ct scan, w/ & w/o contact. the mri tech said i should get a frequent customer punch card when i said it was my 5th time in that mri. lost my shit. it's been <1/year but still.)

Scar talked about how early on they were chasing the cure and then you get to the point where... doesn't look like there's going to be a cure, this is fucking forever, and it fucking sucks. A friend just got that yesterday with a chronic fatigue syndrome diagnosis, and... now they know this is it. I'm still chasing a cure, or a way to keep things in remission, with my god damn gut biome. My current GI MD said "this is all i can do" and for some reason I let that stay? I never would have let a friend just give up - but I wasn't thinking of it that way. It is SO HARD to go and advocate for more medical care when you have so many things going on.

To be super clear i 100% think of myself as "barely in chronic pain" and "not really chronically ill" and "definitely not disabled".

Anything can become normal. For good, for ill, for weird.

Anything can become normal.

[deadrlngers]

2, 5, 7, 10, 15, 20, 30, 35, 45 and 54 for joelle and nina please >:^) <3

hiiii bones thank you so much <33 rubbing my evil little hands rn >:^) otp asks.

2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

joelle would freak out lmao. she usually is the one that can find solutions or like, think with a cool mind if there's a problem but when it comes to nina she loses it completely especially if she sees nina in a very panicked state. joelle would start asking profusely "what's wrong/are you alright?" in a progressively more anxious tone until she would receive an answer, that ofc only worsens the situation because imagine waking up all shaken up from a nightmare and someone is throwing at you 300 questions at the speed of light. rip joelle jdfkdk she would offer her a glass of water and would absolutely listen nina talk about her nightmare if she feels like telling her.

nina instead is...calm. she would gently touch joelle's arm, making sure she's alright with physical touch, and then wrap her arms around her and comfort her. ask her what the dream was about and keep her tightly secured between her arms for the rest of the night

5. Describe their cozy night in.

cozy nights in include take out (because sometimes not having to cook your own dinner and having dishes to clean after that is a BIG relief) comfy pajamas, music playing some soft tune that nina would sing along to, then a warm blanket wrapping them together as they watch some cheesy romantic black and white movie. they would pretend to be the main protagonists and repeat some lines to each other with a big grin (the ones they find too cheesy mostly bc they would laugh about it so much djsfk). nina would fall asleep before the end of the movie as always and the morning after joelle would have to tell her the ending

7. Would they build a pillow fort together just because?

nina still has that childlike wonder and joelle can't say no to her wife when her eyes get all sparkly with joy, so yes they would absolutely build a pillow fort together <3

10. Describe their first date.

their first date was a not planned first date sjfdsfk. they talked a few times before that since joelle stopped every morning by the cafeteria nina worked at for coffee before work (the coffee was terrible there and she had to pick another one in a different place after that, still joelle wouldn't admit she went to that specific shop for nina) and one day nina invites her to come see her perform at the local pub. OFC joelle accepts. she gets there 40 minutes earlier than planned and, too embarassed, kept driving around the block until the time to show up was..more acceptable in her opinion.

after the performance, which left joelle in total AWE, they met up and began chatting (more like joelle complimenting nina's singing for one hour straight) and suddenly they are walking around the empty streets at 3 in the morning with no destination in mind but with lots to say to each other. it's nina that has the guts to utter the "i think i really like you" bc joelle would've kept quiet for another month or smth lmao

15. Do they always say 'i love you' before leaving?

not always. when they are leaving for work in the morning there's always a "have a good day, i love you" and a kiss but they don't say it to each other every single time they leave. if joelle says it more than once or twice during the day then nina would playfully tell her that she's "wearing out the words" ndjkfk

20. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

mmmh okay hard question..i wouldn't exactly say that it perfectly describes their relationship but.. fast car by syd makes me think of them, idk it's the vibes <3

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

they have a very similar fashion style bc they both like to dress comfy. i think that if they had to pick something for the other they would be mindful of what they are comfortable wearing. nina would pick something that makes joelle look classy!! something like a black blouse with a ribbon collar and sheer sleeves and wide-leg pants or whatever they are called. joelle picks something simple instead, a combo of white shirt + sleeveless sweater + checkered pants on the tones of soft brown. she thinks nina looks like a college student like that and finds her incredibly beautiful :3

35. Who's more artistic?

it's difficult to pick one because nina is a singer and joelle a photographer (as a hobby) so they both have something artistic going on within them. i think nina maybe is a bit more artistic than joelle because she expresses her identity, her self, through art and without it she would feel caged

45. Can they fall asleep without the other?

it's hard because they got used to feeling each other's presence on the other side of the bed, just like a reassurance that everything is alright, so it could be hard to fall asleep without the other.

when joelle is left on her own in what's the new reality of the world...well, let's say she doesn't have the best sleep, she doesn't sleep at all tbh, just those few hours that feel enough to keep her on her feet. it's hard. she lost the love of her life and the world isn't exactly the safest place. sleeping is a luxury now

54. Who’s more likely to carry the other to bed?

joelle is <3 because nina usually falls asleep before her and usually on the couch too so joelle's the one carrying her to bed

[thorne1435]

If you'd listened to your English classes properly you'd learn that there are two genders, male and female and if you don't classify as either of them, you're an 'it' because at least EVEN ANIMALS have genders. Which makes you worse than them honestly. You freaks are the reason insecure pathetic men in lipstick and frocks compete in sports and other activities for women and ONLY ACTUAL WOMEN. How many times do I say this, you freaks don't count as women. Just stop already with your fucking bullshit, you're the reason people invented fucking condoms. If I ever have kids, I'm letting them NOWHERE near you groomers and disgusting pedos, the safety of children is more important than your irrelevant feelings 😒

This person sent me three asks. This is the third.

I'm so proud of you! When you sent me the rough drafts, I admit, I was a bit reluctant to accept the efficacy of your essay here, but I see you took my advice to heart. You even took out the bit about Lia Thomas or Thompson or w/e (because no one actually gives a shit about her or whoever the other one was) You did such a good job, honey! This is a good revision. I'm sure it'll at least be worth a C. Maybe higher!

Nice enby-flavored transphobia, by the way! I hadn't gotten that yet, because I tend to just say I'm a woman. Acknowledging that I'm nonbinary is a "diversity win," as the kids say. I'm glad we can set aside our differences like that, and I know it's hard, all these new ideas about gender and sexuality. I mean, it's confusing for me sometimes too. But I'm glad you've already come to the same conclusion that I have: "Just go with it, it'll make sense later."

So anyway, more seriously, (it/its) pronouns don't bother me, because when I was younger and more conservative I thought that referring to everyone as "it" would be the better option. The reason why I stopped believing this is the same reason why your "English class" thing is wrong. Linguistics is actually my special interest, so let me tell you how many genders English has: Masculine (he), Feminine (she), Neuter (they/it), Animate (he/she/they), and Inanimate (it/they). So, like 4 or 5, depending on how you count the "In/Animate" binary.

The Masc-Neut-Fem axis is a parallel gendering relative to the Animate-Inanimate binary. Though, Animacy in English is...complicated. For example, most animals, particularly pets, are referred to with (it/they) pronouns, or when the sex of the animal is known, (it/he) or (it/she). But we still do refer to them as inanimate sometimes, and this might have something to do with how we look at sentience/sapience in regards to animacy? Like, it doesn't matter as much if it's a moving or living thing, like "animacy" would imply: if it can't communicate with us, we're inclined to label it an object. It's sort of a human-centric linguistic trait but then again, how would language not be human-centric, y'know? It's something for animal rights activists to get upset about, and I don't think they're overreacting necessarily.

But uh, yeah, that was what I wanted to say about your gender comment. You don't understand grammatical gender. Why don't you read up on it before embarassing yourself in front of someone who doesn't really enjoy demonstrating how complicated it is?

Also, it should be noted that grammatical gender (the gender that animals..."have") and social gender (the gender that animals do not have, by any stretch of the term) are not the same thing. Like, you can't really "Identify as inanimate" can you? How would you affirm someone who identifies as "non-living"?

(Which, for the record, isn't to say that someone can't identify as 'inanimate' in the same way that we would assign, say, a dog or a cat the 'inanimate gender,' because that's functionally different. They're still saying they're alive, and they have to be because otherwise that sort of falls outside the scope of social gender and...like...IDK, that's just kinda wack. They're just playing with grammatical gender and that's an interesting concept but I'm not entirely sure how to approach that other than, like I said before, "Just go with it, it'll make sense later." I'm just saying this because I know it's new to you. I digress.)

There are plenty of similar, non-social grammatical genders in other languages, and the idea of someone "identifying" as one of those is kind of funny, because...well, for some of those genders you actually probably would take on those genders as part of a linguistic system within the language's conventions, and for some of those, they're impossible for humans to be, because they weren't meant to refer to humans, though I imagine that's relatively rare? It's certainly pointlessly complex, but that doesn't mean languages don't or couldn't do it, if it just happened to shake out that way. That's how language works, there are no hard-and-fast rules, it's all just happenstance shit that sticks and develops over time, a lot like Darwinism I guess.

[fayevalcntine]

I’ll never understand why r*gan fans love dragging Jess by using the fact that he dropped out of high school as some counter-argument whenever the scene where he yells at Rory over dropping out of Yale comes up. 

Aside from the obvious reasons being that: 1) Stars Hollow high school seemed to have absolutely no problem having a kid drop out, and apparently no one ever seemed to have thought of informing Luke that Jess is skipping class, he somehow had to figure this out by himself 2) that he had zero confidence in ever amounting into anything, and knew that Luke allowing him to stay there wouldn’t last forever (we all know that Luke didn’t really mean to throw him out if he didn’t finish high school but Jess never knew this. His own mother threw him out for him to live with an uncle he never even personally knew that much, so how could he trust that Luke wasn’t being serious when he said that he ‘had to go’ when Jess refused to stay any longer in Stars Hollow) 3) he never argues with Rory about this because he considers it what “~~his version of her would’ve done”, or because he somehow feels that she is now inferior, but because she is the complete opposite of him in many things, particularly in her love of academia. Rory loves school, she loves excelling and most of all she wanted to go to Yale as part of her greater plan to become a journalist. She had an entire life plan mapped out in front of her, while he didn’t. And despite everything, he knew this and valued that about her.  I also feel like it’s very funny (as in pretty infuriating), how r*gan fans love to shit on Jess and Lorelai for arguing with Rory over her decision about Yale while never stopping to understand how their own situation went when it came to education. Lorelai had a baby at 16 and ran away from home to become a maid, and considering how we never hear about her going back while she was pregnant or getting a GED, and how she studied to get a degree while Rory was 16, you can safely bet she got her own GED after she already had Rory and wasn’t taking care of a newborn baby while living in a shed. Jess on the other hand, was dropped out without any warnings or second chances, and instead of being given an alternative solution (as in, getting a GED), Luke tells him he needs to go if he’s not planning on repeating a full year of high school. Both of them didn’t finish high school properly and Lorelai got a degree for higher education from a business school, not a prestigious university such as Yale. So both of them know what it’s like to have to pursue your education while either working for money or also having to take care of a kid. This is why Lorelai panics over Rory saying she’s not going back, because she knows how easily some other things can come in the way of Rory ever even finishing her education. And yes, you can argue that Rory’s situation is different, that she has a secure home regardless of whether she’s living with Lorelai or not, but here’s the thing: neither Jess or Lorelai had one. So, if it can be this easy for you to understand Rory’s situation (and continually praise Logan for not doing....anything to help her out while she was obviously missing Yale and still feeling insecure in her own capabilities), I think it can also be pretty easy to understand where Jess and Lorelai are coming from when they confront Rory over her decision.

[souyasbabyy]

• pairing: sanzu x fem!reader, rindou x fem!reader, ran x fem!reader

• request by anon: @mari3119 Heyyy! Hope you’re doing great. Don’t really know if your requests are open but if they are I’d like to request Head cannons for Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, and Kakucho being home alone with their daughter’s experiencing their first period. While F!Reader is overseas on a Bonten work trip. If you don’t feel comfortable doing this request feel free to ingore it. By the way, are there more doors or wheels?

• genre: fluff

• note: okay so this is my first time writing for sanzu and i don't know if i do him good or not so you tell me :( also idk probably wheels?

— sanzu

he wasn't used to being alone with his daughter bc usually he's the one sent overseas

he literally begged you not to go bc she was in her teen years so she was annoying

that's what he said

yes he loves his daughter

but you were like no <3 bc its work

when she comes to him to ask how to remove bloods from clothes bc you weren't answering man is shook

like he literally asked her if she killed someone

"omg no! i just- i just had my first period"

sanzo: OoO

"don't make it weird okay, just tell me how to remove blood from my jean"

he just can't believe his baby girl is growing up that fast

"okay i'll show you" "NO! just tell me" "its just blood" "just tell me, please"

so he explains her and he keep asking her is she's okay "you want me to go buy you ice cream?" "or do you need pain killers?"

i think he'd handle the situation good though

and when you call him at the end of your day he says he's proud of himself

— rindou

panic the second his daughter told him she's on her first period

he would go through all your things to find the right things and panic even more when he don't find anything

but he refuse to call you because you taught him many things just in case you weren't home at certain moment

and the day has come

sooner that he thought

"okay here" he says as he gave her the things

he don't really know what to say, what is he suppose to say to his daughter about period

he feel like it's not his job but it actually is so he ask dumb shit like "do you want me to explain you something?" and she's like "no, mom did it once"

and then he's like "if you need anything you come to me okay?"

he would panic the entire weeks tbh

and calls you to ask you new things bc he's scared of saying dumb shit to his daughter

— ran

he would call you

straight up talk to your daughter through the door of the bathroom like "wait your mom isn't picking up"

and she'll sigh "dad, don't call mom, i'm okay and i have everything"

"but is everything alright?" he ask "yes dad! you're embarassing me leave" she whines

ran: :o

he's like "the audacity of this girl"

when she comes out of the bathroom he hug her as if she's gonna die and your daughter just let him do like -_-

"my baby is growing up" he says "i'm not a baby anymore" "you're still my baby"

then he follow her "you want to talk about boys" he ask just to annoy her "or about girls, im okay with that"

"dad leave me alone"

[mobiused]

can you bring examples of jinsoul not respecting other's members boundaries? i can see the other points you made but personally never noticed this one

May I ask what has jinsoul said/done to the other members that were questionable?

(^ from another ask which im gonna answer separetely)

IDK whether it's just because I'm personally touchphobic, so that's why I said that it's just a thing I personally take issue with, but the way she tries to force her affections on other people seriously makes me uneasy. Like just bearing witness to this example, I don't find it funny, I find it violatory if I were to imagine myself in her position.... I literally felt sick watching it (especially grabbing at her throat like that man calm down)

Obviously I know Gowon might be fine with it and it doesn't bother her at all, but it's just a personal thing that I can't stomach someone who tries to sneak kisses or whatever after Gowon has explicitly said she doesn't like it multiple times, as well as this clip where Jinsoul seemingly tries to embarass Gowon for rejecting her by calling her fake and arrogant and exposing a side that Gowon wouldn't want fans to know about??? Like damn ok!!!

And Gowon isn't the only person she does this to like when she decides to bug Hyeju for whatever reason... it's something I've noticed over time but I sadly (although I wish I did) don't have a eidietic loona memory so I can't recount every occasion. Like I'm not saying you guys have to find this weird cuz I think it's just something where I get funny over boundaries but like this is my reasoning so... take it or leave it ig

[nightlight-stardust-and-rain]

OK so like. Fanfic idea because this had been in my head for days. So first of all : Jason joining the suicide squad. Not willingly (as I doubt anyone would do that) and maybe someone captured him IDK I SUMMON THE PLOTHOLE CARD but anyway it wasn't his family and he's in good terms with them ok that wasn't the idea. I akso have no idea which suicide squad it is. Maybe... A mix of both? Both suicide squads from both movies. Yes. So relationship wise, he doesn't exactly trusts them yet but it's... Getting there. Obviously he can't wear his domino in jail so they know his face but given that Waller and every guard calls him Red Hood, they just don't know his name (which honestly wouldn't give them a lot of information, like maybe Harley would recognize the name but also maybe not) so they call him red. They don't know much about him besides the fact that he's really dangerous, softer than he looks, likes to read, and is obviously very traumatized. He's also younger than everyone here except maybe Cleo so the squad is hm... Not exactly protective but maybe. Softer. And that's just the context, because the fanfic idea was actually a series of phone calls. So the idea is that once a week they're all summoned in the same room and a guard gives them their mail and they can have one phone call - cause people can't always visit, yknow? And when there are phone calls, which not gonna lie is pretty rare, it's on an old phone that must be put on speaker obviously, to monitor conversations. So the idea was, from the squad's POV, several times someone calls Jason and how they learn something new about him every time.

The first time, the caller is someone young. His voice sounds pretty arrogant, and he's asking to talk to "his akhi". The guard frowns, because there's no one called Akhi in this room, but then Red speaks up "oh, it's for me, gimme" and curiosity from the squad, because maybe his name is Akhi? And when Red answers the phone, he looks more relaxed than any other time they've seen him, and not gonna lie that's pretty fascinating. He calls the person on the other side of the phone habibi, or maybe Dami, they're not sure because suddenly Red is speaking Arabic and it sounds good, natural. The boy calling still sounds arrogant, but also fond, just as fond as Red. It's the most they've seen Red smile. He looks young.

(Harley asks, later. His name isn't Akhi, it's the word for brother)

The second time someone calls, the cheerful voice asks for a "little wing" and it sounds like a prank call until Red snatches the phone, blushing, and yells to stop calling me that I'm not a kid dickface! The caller laughs (and maybe Harley thinks the voice sounds familiar, but Red is from Gotham so the caller must be too, she might have met them in the street or something like that) and teases, à lot. And they've never seen Red blush like that, both from embarassment and rage. He looks young, again. It's weird to think about. They chit-chat a bit, and oh is that gossip?? Red likes gossip? The cheerful voice talks about a Cass, a Steph, a Tim, a B, a Agent A, a Dami, a Duke, a Roy, a Kori, about so many people. He gives updates, but mainly, he gives blackmail. Tim stayed up so late again and missed a whole day of college but the funny part is that he didn't notice that Steph scribbled on his face until the middle of the next day, also in college. Of course Cass didn't do anything embarrassing, of course not, she could never, and maybe I'm a bit scared of what she would do to me if I told you, little wing!! Sure, laugh, as if you're not scared of her too! And the whole time, Red vibrates with petty younger sibling energy. The teasing goes both ways, and he looks just as happy as he did last time someone called him. When the time is up, he glares at them and hisses that if they ever try to call him little wing he'll make their life hell (a few of them were thinking about it, but well they have seen the kind of chaos Red can unleash so they shall... Refrain. Except Harley, because she has no sense of self control).

(Chato asks, later. All the people the cheerful guy talked about, without exception, they're his family)

The next one to call is both not exactly a surprise and totally a surprise. The call itself, not so much. They've learned last time how large a family Red actually has, so they kinda were expecting another call. The voice, on the other hand, sure is a surprise. It sounds old, and incredibly proper and English. Precisely the kind of voice you'd never hear in jail. The caller asks for the Red Hood, even if he sounds slightly strained saying the name. Red honest-to-God giggles (will they ever stop being surprised by how young he is), and takes the phone. His voice is full of uncontained mirth when he informs the caller that he finally got you to not call me that, A ! And the old man on the other replies believe me if it wasn't for the sake of anonymity, I would never, young man. And Red laughs I know! But I still win the bet! And it's incredible how despite the lack of any noise the squad can almost hear a raised eyebrow. Turns out that there's a bet going on within Jason's family as to who could get "A" to call them by anything other than their name with honorifics outside of work, and it's been going on for a long, long time. The English voice sounds faintly, dryly amused when he promises to inform the others that Red won the bet. And they talk, and what the caller is doing can only be described as nagging. Asking if Red's eating well, sleeping well, not currently injured... Red is definitely being fussed over (a few of them discretely snicker) and bears it with the grace and slight childishness if someone who's used to being mother-henned.

(it's the younger he's ever looked, and it occurs to them that he looked like an adult barely out of his teenage years talking to his parent. Which he probably was, and wow isn't that a thought)

The next call is expected, and they're expecting it because Red has been almost vibrating out of his skin for the whole day and has been staring at the phone since they got in the room. When the time for phone calls comes he straightens up and his gaze is so intense that a good part of the squad expect the phone to straight up disintegrate, along with the table and part of the floor. The laser-like intensity doesn't leaves when a happy voice asks for Jaybird. At this point they're used to it, whoever is asking for a name they don't know is asking for Red. And Red barely waits for the person to say his name, grips the phone and without even saying hello, just bursts out (as if he's had it on the tip of his tongue for the whole day, as if he'd been waiting for hours to say it, which he probably did) Happy fourth year of being sober!! And for several seconds there's silence, the caller is probably startled. And then a soft laugh, and an unbelievably fond voice says god Jaybird, it's your birthday and that's the first thing you think about? And Red answers with narrowed eyes and a very determined yes. The voice of the caller practically drips with love as he thanks Red, thick like honey (that's so much love it genuinely feels a little uncomfortable to listen to, maybe a bit too intimate). Red sounds very, very proud of his friend, and said friend sounds a bit flustered by that but also quite proud of himself too. They talk, they catch up, the guy talks about someone named Kori, who'll call soon but is off... Country for now. It's very soft. Warm.

(the squad feels a little warm too, basking on the love that pours out of Red's body language, out of the stranger's voice, audible even through the crappy phone).

And like more people you know, but I'm tired rn and don't want to write more.

(also at some point Talia calls and one of the squad recognizes her cause you know, she's big in the criminal world, and they're like THAT'S your mom??? What the fuck ??)

It's kinda like a 5+1 idea, maybe at the +1 one they finally learn his name? Idk idk.... Or it can just be a bunch of phone calls, because outsider pov is the best thing, like ever.

[hornyjello]

Imagine sitting together (of we knew each other better) while talking about iida sumt....he walks in and asks what we're doing and we *attempt* to run away...but we forget what his quirk is🕳🚶🏿‍♀️

idk I just wanted to say this

(plus maybe become friends..?🧍🏿‍♀️)

Y'know...........Even knowing what his quirk is....I would still ran away from him if he ever caught me talking about him 😭 ajwmssjdj

Jeez thinking how embarassing it will be-

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Almost got Caught

Notes: Yes! yes! yes! We can be friends!♡ just chat me here if you ever wanna talk♡

Have a great day everyone!!!!!

Walking out of the classroom, we decided to spend some time at the farthest table at the canteen. We talked about how hard the assignment at Math will gonna be and it's a disaster because we didn't have any notes. *cries in Japanese*

And as we go on talking about the lessons of each subject (mostly complaining) You suggested that we should borrow notes from either Iida or Todoroki. But our talk escalated from talking about how we're both scared to ask Todoroki about the notes Into how hot Iida is.

A yesss...

We didn't know how it got there but well.......We're friends, aren't we? We probably both have the same dislikes and probably have the same interests. *wink*

So both liking how soft, hardworking, and smart Tenya Iida is. We just can't stop talking about him with each other.

We both laugh while smacking the poor table and clapping our hands. It was really fun!. Y'know just talking to someone with the same interest as you and letting your feeling out.

Not until someone interrupts your little talk.....

It's already 12 minutes before class began and two students are still outside the classroom. Iida was confused when his seatmate y/n and other classmate's seat is still empty.

Looking at his watch he checks the time and got a little pissed. Students should know what time management is!

So looking outside he didn't see both of the students walking their way to the classroom. Tilting his head and massaging his head, he decided to look at the canteen. And oh boy! He immediately saw both of us laughing our asses off. After all, we're the only student left at the canteen other than the staff. Shoot-

The two students had their backs faced at him. Pissed and ready to scold, Iida walks towards our table and is ready to recite the importance of time management among aspiring students who want to become heroes. So he just straight up go to them wasting no time.

"I would love to see Tenya's book collection! He's so amazing!" "Omg me too! But you know....he's just so serious sometimes" you said, crossing your legs and then pouting like a child.

"Pfft I know right? Anyways He's also smart!!!!" "Right?! oh oh! He's so tall too! But act like a cuddly bear!" "And really hot too! Agh- it should be illegal!--" "*SLAM!*"

The sound of the hand slamming at the table was heard throughout the canteen. Sterned and filled with scolding manner he started to talk, looking at both of us.

"What are you two doing?"

Our eyes widen and he continues to talk.

"So?" He deeply sigh, brows furrowed when he watch us slowly putting our belongings in our bag while looking at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly open.

"Uhhhh s-sorry- anyway- both of you should know what time management is! Do you guys know that it's already around 7 minutes before the class start?" Chopping his hands at us we just stared at his hands and then at his face.

"S-sorry Iida-san!" We both said at him and his hand stopping, he sigh again then look at us. "Okay, By the way.....what are you guys talking about earlier?" Our eyes widen more and we look at each other, gulping. then look back at him. "l-like what?" I spoke and he continued

"Like why is someone hot should be illegal? What if it's just their quirk so their temperature is- WHA- HEY!" Looking at each other we didn't let him finish his sentence and just ran away from him.

We didn't know where, but we need to get away from him. Getting to the classroom and attending the class is now long forgotten by the two students with their class president catching up to them.

"HEY! NO RUNNING!"

"YOU'RE RUNNING TOO! AAAAH"

Continue to run away from the embarrassment, we run left to right. But when we didn't see him at our backs anymore we slowly slow down. "I-I guess we lost him"

"*Swish*" and then in the blink of an eye Iida was suddenly in front of us. And we bumped on his chest and he didn't even move-. Tired and still confused he was about to ask us.

When Mr.Aizawa suddenly showed up and the three of us freezes. You can clearly see that Mr.Aizawa is stress and mad. He was glaring daggers at us! But all is well when Mr.Aizawa gave us detention because we already had the second warning.

Instead of freaking out after having detention for two hours. Both of us are clearly happy with it. Considering Iida didn't get detention and was just scolded so we don't have to be in the same room with him!

After all, it would be extremely awkward to be in the same room with the person that you just talk about with your friend earlier. Watching us got dragged by Mr.Aizawa, Iida was still confused.

Why did he heard his name earlier in the conversation? But after all the events that happened today hr decided to just let it go. For now

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IM IN Fudging DISTRESS RN WIKWMSSJJS

The paraghraps that I added was not saved so I had to do it all again😭 BUT HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!♡

By Hornyjello

Have a great day! Mwah♡

[separatist-apologist]

Request: Elain defends Eris to the IC because they are besties and she has had enough

Hi! I hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself!

Idk if this is the right way to ask/request this, I haven't used Tumblr in years and just came back this month after reading every ACOTAR book for the first time and not being able to wait for the next one x) Writing all of this in a "ask me anything" would take forever and spam your inbox. 

I just finished "Call It What You Want To" and I couldn't have loved it more!! Your version of Elucien is canon to me now until their books comes out and probably after that too (depending on how their book goes).

However, while I ignored every responsibility in my life to read your fic as fast as humanly possible (it was all so captivating, I couldn't get enough), this oneshot/headcannon came to me and I just can't get it out of my head. Since I've never written fanfiction before and would not want to ruin this on my first try, I was hoping you would take this idea I had and actually make it into a nice thing that others in the fandom might enjoy too!

It's about Elain and Eris being friends and her defending him to the IC. I basically wrote the dialog, aka Elain's monologue, but you can take it from there. I trust you'll make the whole thing better. Sorry in advance for any errors or misspelled worlds but English is not my first language and autocorrect likes to play games with me that I sometimes don't catch. 😅

I may have forgotten canon things about the whole Eris/Mor situation but this is what I think would be Eris's "reason". I guess it is as possible as any other until SJM decides to tell us x)

Basically: there's a family dinner or some ocassion that requires the whole inner circle to be together, with Elain and Lucion too. I don't know if this would be better with or without Eris present, so we can see him being completely shocked/embarassed/emotional (?). I totally believe that Eris and Elain would have a sibling-like relationship like the one you described in your work and ofc the IC would not understand it. This is Elain being fed up of their hatred. I also believe that when Elain eventually finds her voice in their world, she will be fervently protective of her friends. She's an Archeron after all.

The scene I have in my mind is everyone together, and as always the IC starts to complain about Eris and how awful he is. After a while of the constant slander (and if Eris is present, Elain noticing him hurting behind his indiference mask because they are besties and she knows him too well), Elain has enough of it and raises her voice saying "enough!". Everyone shuts up and look at her like "Wtf?" and Elain starts a whole rant about Eris and shushes everyone who tries to interrupt her or give her reasons why Eris is trash.

It goes something like this: "Seriously, this hatred you all have agains Eris is starting to get old. 500-years-old, to be exact. I know what he did and I know the right thing to do, the thing you all demand he had done, was to accept Mor no matter what after her family left her to die. On good days you are all intelegent people. Have you never wondered as to "why" he left her there, unclaimed, to be found by you, her friends, her chosen family?"

Someone, maybe Cassian, says something like "because he's a jelous little prick that could not stand to have something he considered his being taken. He's much like Tamlin in that regard". (Idk if the Tamlin thing is too much but I feel like the IC feels similily about both for their treatment of Mor and Feyre)

Elain, with cold calmness (channeling her inner Nesta and the RARE "you are all a bunch of idiots" attitude that shocks everyone even more) goes:

"You all suspect, better yet, you all KNOW how Beron treates his wife, Lady of his court and mother to his children. The only female, the most-likely-female, he might show mercy to had he had any semblance of a heart. You also have since learned that he has no problem torturing his own sons for leasure or some twisted goal of his.   How do you think he would have treated Mor, after she openly defied and embarrassed him to the eyes of the world,  had she been married into his family? Do you think he would have been kind and treated her fairly? Spared her of his temper? Forgiven her and forgotten about the whole "virginity tainted/lost by/to an Illyrian brute" thing, no offence Cassian?" 

The IC is just stunned in silence with both the outburst of sweet Elain and the realization that no, none of them had ever considered that possibility or any other that did not envolved Eris being as souless as his father.

Elain goes on: "Married to his first born, and most likely heir, no less?? To what lengths do you think Beron would go to to insure that she never stepped out of line again and sired Eris' offspring, either both her and Eris wanted it or not, just to secure his bloodline's future??"

Everyone is accessing this new possibility. If Eris is present he just looks completely shocked and probabily forgot how to breath for a second.

Elain is not done:

"How many decades after they're married do you think it would be before you were able to see Mor again, even for a second? After the torture she had JUST been through, given so cruelly by her own family, how long do you think it would take Beron to completely break her spirit? You are a very strong female Mor, and I admire how you chose to live in the light when you had more than enough reason to find comfort in the dark, but everyone has it's breaking point and I'm sure that after years of immortality, abuse and isolation in a situation where divorce would never be an option, Beron would have found yours."

More silence. Maybe Mor starts silently crying and Feyre too, thinking about what that would have been like for Mor. Elain goes on: 

"With your obsession to hate Eris at every chance you get, even after he has gone behind his father's back so many times in hopes of helping the great good, all the while knowing that if Beron even dreamed him a threat he would be killed, painfully and slowly, you all seem to conveniently forget that although cunning in his own way and first in line to Beron's title, even if he had accepted Mor at the time and claimed her as his in any way, Eris was still just a High Lord's son. Pratically powerless about anything Beron chose to do to Mor. I'm not saying that this is what went through his head at the time, but if you all stepped down from your high horses for 5 seconds, you would see the possibility that leaving Mor to die where her family left her, even if you had not found her in time and she had died from her injuries that day, may have been Eris version of mercy. His own twisted, and perhaps only, way of sparing Mor of a life of torture and abuse where he would be powerless to defend her against his father without being punished too."

Again, complete silence as what she says hungs in the air. Someone tries to say something but Elain interrupts them and lifts her chin a bit:

"This being said, as hard as it is for you all to believe it, Eris is my friend and I will no longer stand the poison against him you try to feed down my throat at everything opportunity you get. For the next time I hear any of you say a mean remark ou snide comment about Eris in my presence, I'll remind you I know enough herds and poisons to make your trip to death's door look like an accident. That includes you, High Lord and Lady. Enjoy the rest of your night."

Elain leaves, walking away as if they had just talked about the weather. Idk what the others would say, but I feel there would be silence and no one would know what to do. If Eris is present, still too shocked to say anything, a single tear slides down his face, he gets up and leaves the room too.

I hope you think this has potential and consider making it into something as "real" as your fics/headcanons.

Have a wonderful day, Inês 😊

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Hey bestie! You already wrote it! You did great! You should definitely claim this as your own because I could not have added anything except perhaps scenery (which is my weakness!). This is great! I just wanted to hype you up!

Prompts this specific are really hard to write so I hope you're not upset I didn't add to it. I think this was lovely and I had a great time reading it. I liked that you still held Eris accountable for his actions because I do think there is room for two things to be true, and that Mor doesn't have to be a liar for Eris to not be the villain. Sort of how Lucien realizes to Feyre, he was the villain in her story when he hadn't meant to be.