#nothing you say can make me like him im sorry

[raven-unkind]

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ cherry popping

Jay x fem!reader

wc. 1044 words

summary: asking bff jay to take your virginity

tw. mdni, nsfw, virgin reader, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, praise, dacryphilia (sorta? nothing crazy), protected sex (we all cheered), jay is in love with reader but does not confess 🙂

a/n. This is the winner of a poll I did 3 days ago! writing for the people 🙂‍↕️<3

“What did you say?” You shuffle around in your seat uncomfortable under Jay's piercing gaze. “I was wondering if you could… you know, be my first….” You trail off as if you didn't just ask your best friend of 5 years to take your virginity. Jay pauses, looking at you in disbelief, before turning back to the stove, the pasta now the least of his worries. 

“I-....” he sighs “Can I ask why you're asking me?” You sit up straighter, you knew Jay would never say no to you. No matter how crazy your ideas ever sounded, he would always say yes. You shrug, playing with what's left of your beer. “I trust you. We've been friends for years and I want my first to be with someone I trust.” Jay stays silent for a few minutes, his back is facing you but you can tell he's debating whether or not he should, yet again, indulge in your crazy idea. “If you don't want to, I can always ask Heeseung-” “No, I'll do it.” He cuts you off, finally turning around to face you. “You’re not asking Heeseung for anything. You said you want me to do it right? I'll do it.” He nods, almost like he’s reassuring himself. 

If Jay was completely honest with you, he’d tell you he had to use all his self restraint not to get hard when you, his pretty, innocent best friend – who he just so happens to be hopelessly in love with – asked him to basically fuck her. No feelings attached. 

…

“Come on baby… spread your pretty legs for me. ” You look down at Jay, who currently settled between your thighs, looking up at you with half lidded eyes, pressing soft kisses on your inner thighs. You sigh, finally giving him access to your panties cladded pussy. The material useless, already drenched in your slick. He lets out a sigh and presses his tongue flat on your pussy, inciting a low whine from you, head falling back on the pillows. “J- Jay please.. Don't tease” you whine. Jay mumbles something that sounds like an apology and finally pushes your panties to the side, diving into your heat. You moan at the new, foreign feeling and Jay lets out a moan at your taste. “Taste so fucking good baby.” He pulls away from your heat, the lower part of his face glistening with your slick. You whine at loss of contact, and Jay smirks. He places a teasing kiss on your clit and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. “J-jay-”  “I'm sorry, pretty girl, I'm just enjoying myself a little.” With that he finally dives back in, this time  his long slender fingers find your hole, entering you slowly. You gasp at the intrusion, as he adds another slowly working then in and out of you. You feel the knot in your stomach tightening and your thighs involuntarily close around Jay's head, trapping him in your heat. He clearly doesn't mind; his fingers work you open, grazing that one spot that makes you see start. “Oh my god- Just like that- please im so fucking close.” Your eyes roll at the back of your skull when his lips wrap around your pulsing clit, hands finding purchase in his hair, tugging on them. He starts hitting that spot, your orgasm nearing with each drag on his fingers. “Feels good doesn't it?” He rasps. You nod dumbly, unable to form a sentence. “I know, you’re such a good girl.” He praises. A few drag of his fingers later you're cuming all over his fingers. “That’s it -fuck- make a mess for me.” he groaned.

He gets up from between your legs, wiping the lower half of his face with the back of his hand. “You alright?” You nod, breathless from your orgasm. “Jay’s eyes roam on your exposed body, staring at your chest for a couple of seconds before his eyes dart back to yours. “Do you want to continue? We can stop if you want to-” “Yeah- please Jay.” You whine and he lets out a small whimper at the sight of you, under him, begging to be filled by his cock. He reached to open his nightstand drawer, taking out a small metallic packet. He opens it, and slides the condom over his length, positioning himself between your legs again.

“I’ll go slow mkay? Tell me when I can move.” You nod and Jay finally sinks in your dripping heat. You gasp at the initial stretch, the burn uncomfortable but not as painful as you imagined. You let out a shake breath as Jay pampers your chest and neck with kisses to soothe the pain. 

“You can move now.” Jay nods and slowly bottoms out, only his tip remaining inside, and slams his hips back in, cock reaching places you had no idea existed. You both moan at the feeling, Jay’s head falling in the crook of your neck. He had imagined how it would feel to have you so close for years, but god had he never expected for you to grip him so tightly, practically sucking him in. “F-fuck baby you're so tight” He whimpers in your ear, causing you to clamp around his length. “A-ah y/n dont do that or I’ll fucking cum… G- give me a minute princess.” 

He finally starts moving, slowly increasing his speed until he’s bullying his cock deep into you. The sound of moaning, groans and skin slapping are the only thing you can hear in the room. Feeling that pit in your stomach intensify with each push of his cock inside of you, your moans become more and more high pitched, cunt gripping Jay like vice. 

“J-jay im so fucking close please-” You whimper directly in his ear and he swears in that moment he would do anything you ask. He points his hips with intention now, penetrating deep, decided to make you come again, this time on his cock. A whine falls from your lips when your orgasm hits, a feeling so intense and new. You shake under him, clenching his length through your own orgasm until he gently pulls out and presses kisses on your cheek, mumbling about how good you did for him.

©RAVEN-ODYSSEY

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[callme-holly]

Can you please do Darrel Curtis x Wife reader, like they got married shortly before the Curtis parents death and it’s just the reader staying by Darrel throughout the grieving process and Bob’s murder and Pony and Johnny going on the lamb. And he’s like ���why did you stay with me with all the stuff going on?’ And the reader is like ‘because I love you and I made a vow’?♥️♥️

𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 - 𝐃.𝐂

a/n: im done with exams which means im back to my usual schedule!!!

The glow from the lamp in the corner does very little to diminish the shadows looming in the corners of the room, making them all the more intimidating than usual. The silence that hangs over the house is unbearable, and everything feels as if it’s been tipped on its axis and forced to cope. 

Nobody is themselves, especially not Darry; he’s been on his way to burning out for weeks, like a candle burning down to the last few centimetres of the wick, and now the flame has finally reached the bottom. He’s sat at the table, head in his hands, glaring down at the bills spread across the surface, but you can tell he's not taking in an ounce of what’s printed on the paper. There are dark shadows under his eyes, his skin is drawn and pale, and he looks so tired that it pains you.  

“Darry,” you call out, voice cutting through the stillness in the kitchen. He doesn’t look up, simply shaking his head, brushing you   and keeping his gaze downwards. “Darrel.” You try again, the finality in your tone more insistent this time, and he lifts his eyes slightly.

"Not right now, sweetheart."  His voice sounds raw from lack of use, and your heart breaks just a bit for him. You push off of the doorframe where you were leaning, stepping towards him slowly and resting your hands on his shoulders, chin on top of his head. You don't miss the way he relaxes under you, his whole body slumping  , an exhausted sigh leaving him.

"Take a break. I'll make us dinner," you offer, giving him a squeeze. He nods slowly, swallowing  , and you finally see through the mask he's been wearing ever since the boys ran off, since Bob's face landed in the papers, "MURDERED," written in bold above. Beneath that stoic facade is a man, a kid, who's been through too much too fast, and it causes something in you to tighten.

A gentle sigh leaves you, and you move round to sit yourself in his lap, not saying anything when his arms wind around your middle immediately, clutching onto you as though there might be nothing left in this world for him to cling too tight too. Your fingers trail idly through his hair, stroking it lightly. 

"They'll come back."  Your voice is soft, calm, reassuring. "They're both smart boys. They wont be gone much longer."   His only response is a nod against your chest. You know how difficult this has been for him; losing both parents, and now his little brother is something no one should ever have to go through. It's a miracle he isn't completely breaking apart by now. 

"Soda called. He's staying with Steve tonight." You don't mention why; don't tell him that it's because he can't take the silence, the emptiness, much longer.  He doesn't need to know.

"Okay," Darry whispers into your shirt before pulling back just enough to look up at you. There's something in his eyes, an almost apologetic look that makes your stomach twist uncomfortably, and your heart ache. You wish he'd just stop for a moment, lie down, sleep, rest... But asking him to do so would be futile.  No amount of begging or pleading will change his mind, especially not now.

You lean forward and catch his lips in a gentle kiss,  cupping the side of his face, thumb tracing along his jawline in a manner that's nothing but comforting. He lingers for a moment before pulling back, leaning his forehead against yours, letting out a long breath.

"I'm sorry," he mutters finally, squeezing his eyes shut. "You deserve more than this shit." You reach out and gently pull his head away, forcing his attention onto you instead of whatever he sees in his own mind.

"No. You have nothing to be sorry for," you begin, but he cuts you off sharply.

"No, hon.... I just, I don't get why you stay with me through all of this. It's just..." You watch his expression shift, becoming pensive, and your heart squeezes painfully, knowing exactly what's bothering him. 

You run your fingers through his hair again, pulling his head down so that his face is tucked in your neck once more as you rock back and forth gently.

"I'm with you because I love you, Darrel Curtis. I made a promise, a vow, to stick by you through thick and thin, and I don't break my promises."

Darry only hums in response, but you know he heard you. You know from the way he takes your hand in his rougher one, fingers lacing together, wedding rings glinting in the dim lamplight.  He squeezes softly; you're gonna be okay. Both of you. 

[jjjjeonww]

so…! i’ve made a decision. after everything i’ve been going through irl, i’m going to quit tumblr. i know this may seem sudden; and that you think “oh! but you seem fine yuna!” but i’m actually not fine. i’ve been going through a lot silently (for years now, since like the age of 10-12..) and i don’t think tumblr will help me with my mental health. yes; it’s my safe space, somewhere i would go to when no one was there for me. but now, i think i need to face the real challenges, i can’t have tumblr being my safe space anymore. please know that i still love my 181 followers. each and every single one of you are so special to me.

to my mutuals, you all have done so much for me, and i’m grateful for that. i’m grateful for whatever tumblr has given and granted me. i’m sorry that i’m leaving - though i don’t think anybody would really be affected by my leaving - i still apologize. i hope that maybe one day, just one day, i can come back. come back to this, come back to the love i’ve been getting.

to: @gyubakeries

tiya, you were my first mutual here, and i remember how you greeted me with open arms and such kindness, and i’ll remember that forever my fav gyuldaengie🤍 and i guess i’ll not be seeing that woozi fic, sigh. it’ll be in my heart though, and you’ll be in my heart too.

to: @96z

naya!! im not sure if you’ll see this but when i went to the waterpark - nothing leaked, your advice worked <3 i love you for that, i love you always🩵

to: @kwonienana

my make out sesh partner!! my nana!! i’m sad i wont see the 3rd part to unsent!woozi, but i’ll imagine that reader n him have a good ending. i love you so so so so much, please remember that my delusional-texted-hoshi-on-insta-girl💋

to: @jooyeonsvape

amb, my favourite jooyeon stan, i was so glad to have met another villain on tumblr. and i was glad it was someone so sweet and so kind. i love your fics, every one of them, and i love you. ❤️

to: @studioeisa

kae, my favourite 8star!! i have always loved every single one of your works, and i’m glad that i met a carat-villain, even glader (thats not a word but) that it was you. you were so kind to me, so sweet, so loving. i think now, whenever i see gunil, i’ll think of you. 💚

to: @antoncore

cee!! i loved discussing and talking to you about … riize’s … sizes…💜 (hey that rhymes!) when i first met you, i had no idea that you were secretly this freaky, and to think that you r so cute😭 (personality n looks!) i love you my favourite anton stan💕

to: @chenlezip

anna! my cutie, the woozi fic you wrote for me - i loved it so much. i think i’ve read it daily this week, i’ll never forget it, and i will never ever forget you my darling🤍 (and the jaem series bc WTF I LOVED IT SMM)

to: @seokminfilm

LYR!!! i guess i’m never getting that down bad seok fic huh?? hehe - it’s fine. i just loved talking to you about it, and i thank you once again, for making me one of the main characters in your fic, and a thank you for making mingyu down bad in that fic🤭 i love u my lyric🩶

to: @wonkierideul

this… this one was really hard to write. nini, out of all of my moots - i have to say you’re my favourite. i’m sorry to all the others, but you have a special place in my heart. you’ll always have a special place in my heart. i’m sorry we never got to vc properly, i’m sorry for all the things i’ve done that have pissed you off. i’m sorry, for leaving you. i’ll see you when i see junhui. and, when i see soonhoon, i’ll smile, but feel a pain in my heart, knowing that was once us, not anymore though.

to: @starstrawb

my silly squirrel, i thank you for all of the kind words you’ve said to me, i thank you for all of the good morning and good night messages, all of the ‘checking up on you’ messages. i thank you for everything, the love, the adoration, everything that you’ve given me. i’m sorry i couldn’t give you the same kind of love, but just know i tried my absolute best. 🐿️

to: @kissbyoon

another one that was hard to write. liza, the jeonghan who loves to annoy the woozi, i loved getting annoyed by you, i always did. i loved every single moment with you, even your most delusional ones. i hope you know that i love you. i hope you know that sadly - i’ll not be coming back. maybe i will. maybe i wont. most likely i wont. i’m sorry to say i wont be coming back like how jeonghan is. and please lili, dont wait for me like you’re waiting for jeonghan and wonwoo. it pains me to know that.

to: @gyuwrites

for some reason, we started off as mutuals who just followed each-other, then a stupid anon came in and ruined my chances of actually getting to know you. that’s one of my biggest regrets. maybe in another life we could meet again, and start off good that time. thank you for your support ashley. 💙

to: @noircheols

seilah, thank you for yapping to me, thank you for trusting me with your rants. and just overall, thank you for trusting me. i’ll remember our little yap sessions, where we talked shit, where we vented, where we just… yapped together. it felt right. but me leaving you? it doesn’t. i hope you get a job soon, just know i’ll always be praying for you. 🖤

to: @vernons-wifey12

renee, thank you for the daily horanghaes, i think you were my first ever dolly stan, apart from @/rosiemain and @/seokminfilm. i really enjoyed the time when we were enjoying eachother’s virtual presence, i love you my vernon💗

to: @rosiemain

my roro, i’ll miss you so much. if i could give you a hug, i really would. but for now - does a virtual hug work? 🫂. you’re my favourite woozidan, my absolute favourite. i once said i would never want to find another woozidan ( to @/hanniescookie ) but i’m glad i have. i’m sorry our time of friendship together was so short. i’m rooting you get your boy, and i hope ‘🦢’ gets run over by a truck. i love you forevermore my girl.

to: @hanniescookie

and yet, another hard one. augustine. oh, i didn’t know leaving you would be this hard. i don’t know. i don’t know what i would do without you. your words were the main reason i kept going. no actually, YOU were the main reason i kept going. no matter how fat i felt, how insecure i was, your words broke through them. and you broke down the wall i had built just to get closer to me, i’m sorry to say that now, the wall has been renewed, and there’s no way to destroy it now. i’ll love you my jeonghan to my wonwoo. and i’ll remember you, always and forever.

to: @seokmn

and yet another moot who i have barely gotten to know. thank you for reblogging my jiung smau <3 i hope you can find a boyfie that’s just like loser boy jiung hehe 🐍

to: @honeyhae-svt

미안해, 아내야. 이렇게 일찍 떠나서 미안해. 우리가 서로에게 보낸 음성 메모가 즐거웠어요 ㅎㅎ . 그리울거야. 진짜. 사랑해요. 정말 많이. 나를 잊지마 내 예쁜 소녀야 ㅋㅋㅋㅋ 사랑해☹️💓

to: @dokyumms

my texas girlie, pls pls pls think of me when someone mentions young sheldon🤓🤓 but really, legit thank you for becoming moots with me, it was such an honour!! i’ll never forget you. never. this - i swear. i love u lovie💖

to: @kyeomviiee

oh my sweet sweet kae. thank you for all the moodboards you have made me. i hope your break is going well, i hope u think of me hehe😛 but really, take good rest love, i’ll be by your side, just think i’m there with you. 💞

to: @polarisjisung

another moot who i wanted to get to know but sadly did not. thank you for following me, i have no idea why you!! hua!! would follow some one like me but hey i aint complaining <3 take good care of anna for me💜

to: @iamdkayyyyy

thank you for your playlist, and for the wonwoo fic, i really really loved both of it🤍 you are soo soo soo soo kind, and i really love you for that. thank you for everything soumaya🌹

let me take a breather.

and now - to the rest of the people who have supported me, thank you. for everything. literally everything. i love EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF. YOU. no matter what you’ve done to me. thank you for all the joy you’ve brought to me on tumblr.com !! my journey on here will be marked in my heart as my favourite journey.

thank you, and this is @jjjjeonww signing off. good night, good evening, good afternoon, and good morning to all of you.

(i’ve gotten questions about whether some people can still publish some works they have made for me and my answer is yes, you can still publish it.)

[love-ethell]

omg I've been dying to ask someone for this

Telemachus x siren reader who's actually a good siren and helped Telemachus when he was on his mission and they fall in love and him telling his father and ody absolutely crash out because he remembers the sirens he killed

or

if you write for other characters, maybe circe with sailor(?) reader/or let say reader was part of ody crew, maybe disguise as a man so she can go to war and circe find out and offer them to stay with her and her nymphs since she have nothing to go back to im ithaca

Thank you for your listening and have a great day!!

𝔸 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖

Circe x female in disguise reader

Word count: 475

Summary: Being part of the crew sent to secure the island, your group stumbles upon a palace. You follow a voice inside, your about to eat the food offered but you get pulled aside from none other than Circe herself, she feels a different energy from you. She then finds out you are not quite what you claim to be, you have no place back in Ithaca so she offers you to stay with her and her nymphs. You accept the offer and as you settle in you find out what a real home is really like.

(not proof read)

You were sent to make sure the Island was secure with Eurylochus and the rest of his crew. Walking up a path surrounded by trees and colored plants you come upon a palace, inside you hear a voice friendly sounding enough, you follow the rest of the crew inside while Eurylochus stays back.

A beautiful woman leads you inside, she sits you and the crew at a table adorned with all sorts of food.

You were about to take a bite but she pulled your hand back, " you, I would like a word with you please." Confused, you stand up as she takes you to a room away from the others.

-

"Is there anything you need my lady..?" You say with a skeptical look. "I'm getting an odd feeling from you.." she starts "are you really a man? Cause ill say you have quite soft features for a warrior.." your heart drops, people have pointed out how you have pretty feminine features but no one has actually questioned you about it.

"Of course I am.." you stammer, looking at the floor.

"you're also a bit short for a male," she chuckles. "Tell me what's your name?" she asks "Its uhm F/n." (fake name) you tell her still trying to keep the facade. She walks over to you, places her hand on your shoulder and looks you in the eyes.

By the gods she was beautiful. "Are you lying to me?" she prods.

You succumb to her, I mean how could you not? Yes.."

she grins, satisfied, "well? What's your real name?"

"Its Y/n." you respond almost immediately.

"If I may ask, why did you join a flock of men, princess?" she teases while genuinely asking.

"I grew up on the streets, no family, no home, so when I heard they were sending all eligible men to war I decided to join, I've always been good at fighting so I cut my hair and I joined them as an escape." you explain.

Her eyes widen and her brows furrow at your story, "well I'm sorry, and if you would like.. you could stay with us here?"

" Really..? You mean it?" you ask, pondering her offer. After the run in with Poseidon and the wind bag. You want to get off that boat.

She nods, seeing that you feel a weight lifted off your shoulders, you hug her

"thank you."

"Of course princess." she kisses your forehead, making you giggle and flush up.

-

As time passes you grow closer and closer with Circe and her nymphs, they see you as a mother along with Circe after you and Circe start dating

you find peace within yourself and the palace, you couldn't ask for more. A comfortable place to live, a loving girlfriend and True home.

(AUGGHHH I LOVE HER SMMM, also sorry if this is a bit short I rushed cause I'm working on the next chapter of blooming hearts and I wanted to get this one out fast I wouldn't mind doing a follow up on this if anyone wanted! >0<)

[ll7esxs]

Imagine (seperated hcs and story for both of logan and hesh) wanting to date s/o and wanna tell elias about it since he trained them hard with discipline, then them thinking he my not like it or thinking they are slacking in their life, but it turns out elias actually knew they like S/O and he is totally supporting them

(Sorry im really bad at english but i don't mean elias is a bad or controller father😭😭)

I get u! I liked this ksjvauvhapreiu, They think he’ll be strict, but he surprises them

anon: also they are talking about Fem reader!

Logan Walker

Logan is not scared of much, but telling Elias that he wants to date you? That makes his stomach twist.

He knows Elias trained them hard, expected nothing but discipline, and he doesn’t want him to think he’s losing focus.

He overthinks it for days, wondering if Elias will think it’s a bad idea.

Hesh notices. One day, he just gives Logan a flat look and says, "You’re acting weird. Just tell him."

Logan finally works up the nerve but doesn’t know how to start the conversation.

So logan heads up to elias, Telling hime he wanna talks about something important.

The campfire crackled in the quiet night, faint embers floating up into the cold air. Elias sat across from Logan, arms crossed, watching him with that unreadable expression— actually waiting for him to speak something. Logan cleared his throat, gripping the beer in his hands a little too tight.

"So," Elias finally spoke, giving a simple smile. "You gonna tell me what’s got you looking like you just stepped on a landmine?"

Logan exhaled slowly. This was it.

"I… I wanna date someone," he said, voice steady despite the way his fingers fidgeted.

Elias arched an eyebrow, can't help but his smile widened a bit. "Oh?"

Logan hesitated, searching for the right words. "It’s not just anyone. It’s—It’s Y/N."

The silence stretched for a second. Logan braced himself for any kind of disappointing lecture that elias may give to him, for Elias to tell him that he needed to focus, that this wasn’t the time for distractions. But then—Elias chuckled.

Not a mocking one. A warm, knowing one.

"Logan, son… I was wondering when one of you boys would finally admit it."

Logan blinked. "What?"

Elias leaned back, shaking his head with amusement. "I’m not blind. I saw the way you look at ‘em...." Elias let out a sigh holding his beer "’s the same damn way I used to look at your mother."

Logan swallowed. He hadn’t expected this. Not this easy acceptance, or the mention of their mother.

"You… you don’t think it’s a bad idea?"

"A bad idea?" Elias scoffed. "Logan, if there’s one thing I regret, it’s not telling your mother sooner that I loved her... I fought it for a long time. Thought I had more time. But war doesn’t wait for love, son. You grab it when you can."

For the first time that night, Logan let out the breath he had been holding.

"So… you’re okay with it?"

Elias grinned, reaching over to clap a heavy hand on Logan’s shoulder. "Hell yeah, I am. Just don’t be a damn coward about it, yeah?"

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. He should’ve known Elias would see right through him.

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Hesh walker

Same as logan, he never opened up with elias about his emotions.

Having hard times to get to the point but then he got it!.

He runs through a million worst-case scenarios in his head.

What if Dad thinks I’m not taking training seriously?

What if he thinks I'm slacking?

Of course he is gonna say yes but what if he feels kinda disappointed?

He practices how to bring it up but it always sounds dumb in his head.

He finally tells Elias when Logan gets tired of his whining and tells him to just do it already.

"Okay, okay, but what if he doesn't like it?"

Logan gave him a flat look. "Then what, he grounds you?"

Hesh groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Man, I don’t know! I just—I respect Dad, y’know? And if he thinks this is a bad idea, then—"

Logan cutting him off, deadpan "Then you’ll be a grown ass man crying in his room. Got it. Just go talk to him."

So he did. Well. Kind of.

It took another hour of pacing outside Elias’ office, logan swore that if he hadn't respected hesh he would have thrown him in the office and get done with it already, Then hesh finally knocked and walked in.

Elias glanced up, seeing Hesh standing there with his usual energy—but there was something underneath it.

"Something you need, son?"

Hesh shifted, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh… yeah. So. Funny thing—" He broke with a very short chuckle.

Elias waited with a bit frowning eyebrows. Hesh cleared his throat.

"I’m, uh. I’m dating Y/N"

Silence.

Hesh Looked at everything but elias pretending he hadn't said anything.

Then—Elias just laughed.

Hesh blinked. "…Wait, what?"

Elias leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, still smiling. "Son, I’ve known that since the second you started looking at her like she put the stars in the damn sky."

Hesh’s face went red feeling the heat. "Hey now dad..."

"Oh, you do. You got my heart, Hesh. Wear it all over your face."

That shut him up. Elias softened a little, voice lowering.

"Your mother was the best thing that ever happened to me. Kept me grounded. Reminded me there was more to life than just war."

Hesh swallowed hard. Elias let out a breath, watching his son for a moment before nodding.

"Come on now...I had you in this life when i was only 23, you're 28 man up!"

Hesh wasn’t expecting that level of support, but something about it made his chest feel lighter. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and grinned.

"Man, I was so ready to start doing push-ups on command."

Elias chuckled. "Well, since you brought it up—"

"Nope, I'm leaving." Elias laughed as Hesh bolted out the door.

And as Hesh walked away, he realized—he didn’t just get his father’s approval.

He got his blessing.

[mariyap]

Why do people wash away Taryn’s cruelty with ‘she’s just an accurate teenage girl’?

Like, dw, im a taryn defender through and through when the time comes, but is it not okay for characters to just be straight up selfish?

Taryn IS selfish, and she IS cruel. She grew up in faerie, that’s one of the points that is supposed to be getting across for Taryn’s character; she is debatably more ‘faerie’ than Jude, especially after TWK due to the exposure faerie had on her from being in the group rather than outside dreamingly looking in.

What I’m specifically talking about is TQoN where Taryn goes to the mortal world as a last resort for Jude, where she asks Jude to fill in for her for the crime she committed.

It’s glossed over how SERIOUS that is. Taryn did NOT know about Jude’s ability to resist glamour. Taryn did NOT know Jude was married to Cardan so she could pardon herself.

(P.S. I know Taryn is not dumb and she might’ve been able to figure out that Jude can withstand glamour since she saw Jude do it before dueing their battle, but MIND YOU, this girl was one second away from being cut in half so I don’t thinks she was focused on that. In addition, that still would’ve been just a hunch. She persisted for Jude to go before Jude told her in general still)

She deadass travelled to the mortal world knowing that if the glamour were to work on Jude for literally the first question they ask (“what’s your name?”) then Jude would die.

I saw someone defend her by saying that she’s written to be like a teenage girl and while I agree, I think that reason does not excuse Taryn essentially hoping Jude to possibly OFF HERSELF for her. The worse thing is that if Jude were to get caught and if Jude were to die, then Taryn would’ve felt sorry for herself anyway knowing damn well she knew from the beginning. We even see this in the same book where she kills Locke and has the audacity to grieve him. (I have another thought on that but that’s a whole ‘nother post)

She rlly thought “its you or me.” and picked Jude in a secondddd😭

The thing is: I wouldve been fine with Taryn’s thinking process concerning this scenario but Jude has never failed to put her family (ESPECIALLY Taryn) first before herself. Jude is the same age as Taryn, obviously. So using Taryn’s immaturity or age as an excuses for her being so selfish and lowkey just cruel doesnt make sense.

You can be a Taryn defender, but just acknowledge she is selfish and she is cruel. It’s just her personality, and there’s nothing wrong with that. EVERY faerie is supposed to be shown as selfish. Vivi is described as selfish by Jude and it wasnt derogatory.

[vvanillal]

The loss of innocence ꣑ৎ

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THIS IS UNFINISHED AND IM NOT GONNA FINSIH IT!

Warnings: Harry Potter x Reader, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Semi smut

Word count: 1.4k

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To say you were all the talk at Hogwarts is an understatement; Well, people are still talking. 5 weeks ago you stepped foot on the grounds as the Librarian Helper. It was your goal to have a quiet, and calming job, and nothing is better than a Librarian. Students would come in to talk about you. They would sit down with a random book, and whisper to each other while looking straight at you. They couldn’t be more obvious. Why? You were the youngest of the faculty at Hogwarts. 21 years old, you were. That meant students tried to befriend you rather than treat you like a superior.

“Hermione, you know I cannot give you a pass to the restricted section even if I wanted to. I don’t have that privilege,” you say, smiling softly at her. She was one of your favorites; she visited the library often. “C’mon, can’t you talk Madam Pince into letting me,” she asked, a hopeful look in her eyes. You shook your head, watching her hopefulness tarnish. “I’m sorry,” you say. “Surely you can just sneak me in and no one would notice? And besides, it’s you, the librarian's helper. No one is going to think anything if they catch you!” Hermonie’s face was slightly red from speaking so fast and running out of breath. “NO,” you exclaimed.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ron and Harry pushing each other for a place as leader. You raised your eyebrow, and they each smiled while trying to make the other fall behind. “Madam Y/L/N, nice to see you this morning,” Ron surprisingly said first. Harry nodded quickly with the biggest grin he could muster up. You eyed them both, confused. They acted like this everytime, but still never failed to amaze you. “Ron, Harry,” you nodded between the two of them, but your eyes lingered on one of the boys. Harry looked down, a rosy blush now across his cheeks.

“Do you two have anything to do with this?” You asked the boys. “Yes,” Hermione said, and at the same time Harry nearly screamed “NO!” You smiled, trying to hold back your laughter. “Well- I mean- I told them not to bother you,” Harry stammers, and you caught Ron rolling his eyes. You laugh, “It’s fine. I’m not bothered; as long as Hermonie doesn’t try to use me as a pass again.”

You chat with them for what seemed like hours. Even in the time that passed, you were still standing. They opted to pull up chairs. It looked like they were gathered around to hear a story. As Ron and Hermione got off topic, arguing, your eyes wandered around until they found Harry. But his eyes seemed to be fixated on your body. You watched as his eyes outlined your curves intently. You were dressed in a white button-up blouse, paired with a brown pencil skirt. The button up was tucked in, leaving room to show off the dip of your hips. You move your blown-out curls from your face, fix your glasses, and clear your throat. Ron and Hermione stopped talking, and Harry jumped up, leaving the library. “Guess that’s your queue to leave,” you said.

As you picked up around the library, only one person was on your mind. Harry was your favorite. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be the favorite, for sure. But for some reason, it felt different. It didn’t feel like he was just a favorite. He was the teacher's pet, though; always volunteering, and doing anything and everything you asked of him. Even when you necessarily didn’t need help, he would insist. Unlike the librarian, you liked to put each book back; not using magic. It calmed you, in some sense, to put the books neatly back in their place and ready for the next day. Kids would still leave books lying, whether you told them to clean up or not.

You were humming to yourself, making laps around the bookshelf, sorting them in their rightful place. Deep in the zone, you felt someone tap your shoulder, causing you to jump and drop a few books. “Shit-” you cover your heart, feeling it beat against your chest. You regretted swearing now that you saw who that person was. “Oh, Harry! You scared me,” you said embarrassingly. He sheepishly looked down, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s late; aren’t you going to get in trouble for being out of bed this late,” you ask. “Not if they don’t find out,” he smirks confidently. You nod a smile on your lips. “Are you in need of something?” He looks around, “No- I mean yes- I wanted to help you.”

So that was it, Harry helped you put away the books. As you talked about nonsense on the backside of the bookshelf he was on, you felt the heat of someone else's stare. Truthfully, you felt it since Harry walked through the door. You look around the library, checking over your shoulders, and when you don't find anyone you look at Harry. His eyes were already on you, though. So it’s him, you think to yourself. He didn’t look away this time, like usual; and you felt like challenging him. You smirk, which ultimately puts him at a loss instantly.

“I think we’re done here,” you say, smoothing down your skirt. Harry nodded, but he looked like he had unfinished business. “I want to talk to you about something important. Honestly, that’s the reason I came tonight,” he admitted. You were nervous. He sits down on one of the tables, his eyes huge. He played with his fingers in his lap, as he seemed to struggle to get it out. “It’s okay, you can tell me,” you walk toward him. His eyes widened as much as they’d go. “This is going to sound stupid- and I don’t even know why I wanted to ask you this… oh, this is stupid.” He went on. You shook your head, which in return made him stop laughing. “What,” he asked. “It’s not stupid, Harry. Whatever it is obviously is important.”

Well, what he said was definitely not something on tonight’s agenda. “I want you to help me,” he said, his face instantly going red. “I-I mean will you… help me?” You stood confused, “with,” you extend the H. ”I want you to help me with sex,” he said bluntly. Now you were even more confused, and worse, you didn’t know what to think. “You’re judging me aren’t you? This-” before he could start anxiously babbling again, you interrupted him. “No I’m not judging, Harry. I just- we have a teacher-student relationship,” you explain. “Y/N please, I trust you. I need this; I'm bad at everything. Please,” he begged. He looked so needy, sitting on the table with sweat trickling down his forehead. His breathing was heavy, and his eyes heavy with emotion. You were thinking about it. If you were to get caught though- and he was younger than you- what if people found out? And you expressed exactly that. “I don’t care that you’re older than me, I’m an adult.” And with more persuading, he fully convinced you.

You moved closer, painfully slow until you were between his legs. In this position, you were taller than him. You look into his eyes and bring your lips closer to his, but you stop before your lips could touch his. “Are you sure,” your breath is hot against his lips. He nods, brushing your lips together. You finally press your lips to his, and he moans instantly into the kiss. You bite at his bottom lip, nipping at the soft skin. He was clearly inexperienced, letting his teeth clash against yours as tried to stick his tongue in your mouth. He was sloppy. “Slow down, Harry. Let me show you,” you correct his kiss, earning a whine in return from him. He did as he was taught, making you smirk against his lips.

You take his arm, pull him from the table and show him to a comfortable chair that was sat in the corner of the library. You sit him down with a soft push to his shoulder. He grunts, but hesitantly puts his hands on your ass, guiding you to sit on his lap. You squeeze your thighs against him, going back to kissing his lips, and then his neck. He seemed to like you on his neck because he was struggling to be quiet. “You're doing so good, Harry,” you whisper.

[alliumsduo]

Halloween costume but i'm dressed up as ctommy and i have a c!dream plush and i dropkick him into oncoming traffic

[xxplastic-cubexx]

do u think either charles or erik had trouble coming to terms with their love for one another?? like religious guilt, internalized homophobia, etc.

Many such cases really … not hard to imagine them dealin with that …

[lululeighsworld]

Lorah: Lilac Knight's Love

Artist: @littledashdraws

Wanted to share this commission by Dash, who so lovingly illustrated my vision for Gunter's first wife!! Although Lorah's lived in my head since 2017, this is the first time I've had her drawn. Because I'm so thrilled over this art, I put together a little introduction for her!! you can read more about her below~

Residence: Duet Mountains Occupation: Farmer •❀• Bedside Nurse •❀• Homemaker Birthday: July 11 Gender: Female Relatives: Gunter (Husband) Katerina (Daughter)* Personality: Shy •❀• Bubbly •❀• Optimistic Hobbies: Crafting •❀• Gardening •❀• Baking Age: 21 (when she first meets Gunter) •❀• 36 (at death)

A Nohrian commoner whose known the kingdom's southern mountain range and neighbouring valleys her entire life, Lorah was a recognizable resident of her town even though she kept to herself. Learning the basics of herbal remedies from a young age, she would split her time between tending to the fields and easing the woes of the sick. In adulthood, she would chance upon meeting a Nohrian Great Knight during her town's annual spring festival. The couple's engagement, after seven years of courting, had become one of the most highly anticipated moments amongst the townsfolk.

*NOT the Nohrian Queen. I named their kid before I realized what Xander's mom's name was and by that point I was already ATTACHED (tell me Caterpillar is not the cutest nickname). So now the reason they share a name is lore relevant (which is a part of this fic!).

divider by saradika

[pickled-flowers]

Also just because you get annoyed by something someone is doing doesn't mean they are evil you can leave us alone

[asgardian--angels]

....idk in a fandom this gigantic how are people already coalescing onto a handful of popular headcanons and scenarios that just become the baseline now, when the source material gives us literally limitless possibilities to work with

[tr0ubl3d-tr4n53nd3r]

I opened up about my body image issues and people called me a horrible person, told me I'm invalidating people with eds and that I'm body shaming people? God what the fuck? Ive got no fucking support system in real life and the Internet just hates me I guess.

[rh-leon]

[tempe-brennans]

the ick is back

[vanishintoyou]

says "im not here to fix astarion"

screams and cries at the screen as astarion is trying to make a deal with the devil