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meta-shadowsong · 4 years ago

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Quick response to Mandalorian season finale

Behind a cut because, well.

Okay, yes, I am in this show for Dadalorian and Found Family etc. But I am at least as invested in the plotline this season about various factions of Mandalorians and their, for lack of a better word, sectarian disputes. Which frequently result in barfights. Because Mandalorians.

(AKA that scene where they picked up Bo and her minion was. A Delight.)

(Also, I love my girl Bo-Katan. Even if she’s very much a blunt instrument/not a politician going at this in all the wrong ways and was Very Rude to Boba but tbh I wasn’t 100% sure she was going to show up in this episode and I would’ve been Sad if we hadn’t gotten to see them meet. Either here or next season.)

(Still Sad at the lack of Sabine, though :( )

Leaving aside anything re: Gina Caranno (because that has been discussed by people much smarter and better-informed than myself), I’m kind of thrilled that the strike team was Almost Entirely Ladies.

(On that note. Uh. Does anyone else kinda. That little “Anyone else, we can take” smirk. And I just. Uh. Bo/Fennec, anyone??????)

(I kind of already ship Bo with Ventress tbh but a) multishipping ftw and b) threesome??????)

(Hi I’m shallow sometimes lol)

Anyway moving on.

Also the sound/almost-music when the Cylons Dark Troopers were activating was Excellent I approve.

And that Visual of the one trooper Din set on fire. ...honestly that whole hallway fight sequence was pretty Brilliant.

And the sort of...almost casual layer of the scene in the elevator. Even if these women haven’t worked together before, just that, “sure you don’t need any help with that?” “I got it. Excuse me.”

And that whole thing where Gideon was trying to Manipulate Din and he was like “...dude, I legit just care about the kid. I’ll fight for/with Bo-Katan because she’s pretty badass and I Might As Well plus she gets me what I want but I don’t...actually...Care about her Greater Cause?”

(Side note, I’ve spent a lot of time writing Bo-Katan/figuring out how her head works and literally all she cares about is Mandalore and its survival. It’s why she broke away from her sister in the first place, and has informed every single thing she’s done since. A lot of why she makes the specific choices she does goes back to the Mandalorian Civil War and her experiences there--especially since all the evidence indicates she was not with Satine and Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon. The way that separation and their different experiences of that conflict probably contributed to the eventual destruction of what seems likely to have been a Very Close Relationship before that is fascinating to me. And the subject of a fic I’ve been working on off and on for a couple years now, lol.)

(...anyway, where I was going with this was--I mean, yes, Gideon knows everything in terms of facts, but he doesn’t always interpret them correctly. IMO, Bo-Katan’s desire to rule Mandalore is less about power (for herself) than it is about Mandalore. Especially given some of what she says to Sabine in Rebels--if there was someone else she genuinely trusted to take the throne and rule her world, she’d be willing to cede her claim and be one of their generals. Especially since she’s very much not a political animal. She’s an excellent war leader, but not so much in terms of actual Governance.)

(insert long ramble about the Parallels between her and Anakin, which I touched on in one of my fanfics, lol; and will probably do more with in my BB project which involves the two of them and Padme as the main characters)

(And, yeah, she does want to fight Din for the right, but if she thought Din would be a good Duke/King of Mandalore, I think she would seriously considering swearing allegiance to him? Again, witness how she handled things with Sabine. Also she would probs prefer to avoid a third (fourth?) civil war in her lifetime. But, I mean. I love Din but he is. He is not a Leader. Not like her people need.)

(And I think the way things played out with Sabine affects her decisions here, too--she did accept the Darksaber as a gift/tribute then, but proceeded to lose it. Maybe she does need to fight for it the way Maul and Viszla did (presumably; we don’t know how he got the Darksaber; it may be something he inherited/have been held by House Viszla for a while, even if they never used it to dethrone the Kryzes until now).)

(But, then again, I mean, this has been her life for at least a decade, so...well, maybe she wouldn’t quite step aside. Even if an Absolutely Perfect candidate came along. But WRT Din specifically--given who he is and what he’s capable of, while she absolutely wants him in her camp (and on a personal level isn’t super thrilled about having to fight him like this; she seems to genuinely like this kid), my guess is she doesn’t want him ruling. Not without some more actual leadership training/experience. Because, well, he’s been either a follower or a loner in everything we’ve seen him in, and given Bo’s opinion of (possibly experience with?) the Watch/the group who raised him, and the fact that he’s consistently shown himself to have super-narrow priorities and not really caring about much outside of them...yeah, she probs has some Concerns.)

(Plus, he clearly doesn’t want it. And you have to Want It on some level in order to be an effective ruler--that Wanting can be from genuine altruism/wanting to make the world better, like we see with Bail and Padme; it can be from single-minded determination to Make Things Right, like Satine and I would argue Bo-Katan (Leia falls into either the first or second category, depending on the point in her storyline); and it can come from a desire for personal power and advancement (as we see with Pre Viszla and, of course, Skeev Palpatine himself; to be fair, rulers in this third category tend to be bad in other ways lol). But someone who genuinely doesn’t want power generally kind of Sucks when they’re unexpectedly handed it. Which I could cite several IRL historical examples of. And, I mean, obviously, this isn’t the only factor in play for what makes a good ruler/leader (see above re: Palps and Pre Viszla), but it is a factor.)

(Also, to clarify: none of these are bad qualities/traits, necessarily? Like, traits are good or bad depending on whatever context a person/character finds themself in. And in Din’s current context, with his current life and mission--even in situations where he has to coordinate with other groups in the service of a larger goal--these are excellent traits to have. But for someone who’s responsible for an entire nation? Not so much.)

(One could argue that Bo has some Issues there, too, albeit different ones, which is why I think she might be willing to step aside and cede her claim to a Genuinely Good/Better Alternative, if she found one. She’s a war-leader, not a ruler, and the two jobs require overlapping but different skillsets.)

(..........honestly? I don’t think the show would go there, but I think the two of them as a team/partnership ruling Mandalore would actually be really effective? Either on an equal footing or with one as the Official Ruler and the other as a second-in-command/right-hand. She has the leadership expertise and the actual will and drive to pull this off, and he has the diplomatic skill, as we see with the Tusken Raiders, among others.)

(Not a romantic partnership, lol, that would be Weird, but a political and probably eventually platonically affectionate one. Especially with how Mandalore feels about family of choice/adoption, and the fact that they’re both kind of alone now (whatever happened to Korkie, anyway??) even if no formal adoption is likely in their case...)

(Anyway. Uh. Long tangent aside...)

(also if there’s anyone who didn’t see Gideon trying to decapitate Din when his back was turned...IDEK what you were expecting. Like. I am All About guys like Pellaeon in the Imperial ranks, and the fact that there might be a few people who would make that offer/deal and be on the level. To say nothing of my best beloved Alexsandr Kallus. But. Uh. Gideon is. Not one of them.)

(Also, I thought it was a Nice Touch when the spear started turning red--because, no, the Darksaber can’t cut pure beskar. But it does generate heat, as we’ve seen in, say, TPM. And beskar does melt.)

Also, called it on tossing the Cylons Dark Troopers out the airlock Not Working in the long term.

While it’s not Cool or Flashy like a bomb or slicing, the Cylons Dark Troopers pounding the doors down with their goddamn fists was Cool and Terrifying in all the best ways.

Side note--I think even if I hadn’t been spoiled (forgot to mute the spoiler channels on the SW Discords I’m on before going to bed, and checked on autopilot), X-wing + Grogu perking up would’ve probably clued me in and I would’ve been SHRIEKING. I was still vibrating super hard even though I knew who was coming, but it probably would’ve been slightly more XD

(and then a moment of HAHA GIDEON KNOWS WHAT’S COMING)

(and so does my girl Bo)

(and then the green ‘saber and the glove and other costume details and IF YA DIDN’T SCREAM BEFORE YOU SURE ARE NOW!!!!)

(Kind of cool that they waited until the last minute before showing his actual face though)

NO MY GIRL BO-KATAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(IF YOU DIE WHO WILL GET DRUNK AND SWAP WAR STORIES AND MAYBE HAVE VICTORY SEX WITH FENNEC)

(shut up i’m shallow)

(also I love her she’s legit one of my favorite characters in this series I don’t want her to die DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD:)

OH GOOD SHE GOT UP

(yeah that was my actual real-time reaction to her getting shot lol)

“Talent without training is nothing.” ::insert Obvious/Tired joke about Luke having all of three months’ training At Best::

(also, I mentioned this in my last quick reaction, as well as elsewhere, but I’m...still kind of uncomfortable with the continuing implication that the Jedi path is the only option other than Darkness. Not because it’s a bad one, either in the PT-era or with Luke’s reconstruction. But the idea that the only way to achieve the mindset/emotional stability/whatever needed to wield the Force without Falling is through adapting the Jedi philosophy sits wrong with me. especially the implication that you can only do so from an early age/in isolation from other influences or bonds; which is a word I’m using very specifically because there’s a difference between Attachment as defined by the Jedi and interpersonal bonds which they clearly have and I don’t want this to get derailed by that particular Discourse(tm) That doesn’t even super hold up on Earth, with a single species, let alone in a galaxy with trillions of beings of multiple different species. Basically, people and the galaxy--and by extension the Force, which is in part created/influenced by living beings--are way too complicated for there to be only one right answer.)

(Also, it...doesn’t really hold up with the core message of Star Wars, which is about Choice? If the only way you can be a Good Force Adept is by meeting this extremely narrow set of criteria, most of which are outside your possible control......but I should probably save this for a separate post, lol.)

(The point is, I mentioned earlier in the post how much I’m LOVING the throughline in this season about different factions/sects among Mandalorians, and I think it would be Great if we got more of that with Jedi/Light adepts.)

(Anyway. Uh. Back to the episode...)

That FACE MOMENT had me legit crying omg

ARTOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!@@21!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

omg had they MET

I...don’t know what I was expecting from the credits but Welp. I wonder who the body double was...

(And before you ask, I didn’t really get the Uncanny Valley effect from Rogue One, not even Tarkin, so.....yeah, I guess I don’t always pick up on that, or it hits me from weird directions, lol. Because I sometimes get that from the Rebels animation, especially in stills/gifsets, because everyone’s faces are all so Smooth...)

.........Jabba’s palace, okay.

.......Bib Fortuna, Okay.

(those fingernails, however, are Not Okay)

YAY RESCUE THE GIRL.

Good on you, Boba, just shooting him in the face instead of letting him posture!

although why you want to rule Tatooine is...okay then.

LOL at Fennec perching on the arm of the chair, sipping her booze all casual-like.

Right! So that was an Experience! Overall, I liked it. Looking forward to how Din and Bo handle things moving forward, in particular! Because, like I said, I’m in this series for Dadalorian (so IDK how I’ll feel with it no longer being the Core Story since Grogu left with Luke) and in this season for the Mandalorian factions/sects and how they interact.

I’m also not sure how I feel about three interconnected series leading up to a Major Finale Event? Disney’s Star Wars has not had a super great track record with giving all the information needed to follow things in the core product (see: the ST worldbuilding lol, and also some of the cameos/appearances in this season, even), so I’m Skeptical of how well they’ll do explaining what is Necessary in each of the three series, in case someone only watches one or two.

What were your thoughts?

#fandom #star wars #originally posted december 2020

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rebelliouslala · 5 years ago

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Hades

YOU ARE PERSEPHONE, GODDESS OF SPRING AND THE FUTURE HEIR TO DEMETER

and you hate your life :)

like the amount of pressure your mom puts on you wants you to just die

you would do fucking

ANYTHING

just to meet Hades

cuz he’s the god of the dead

also you always heard his name and felt so compelled to him???

anyways you heard he knew your mother well, since they both fought in the Titan Wars

one day because she put you in a pissy mood because you helped a nymph out with her garden, since she was dating Apollo or something

your mom was even designating you guard nymphs??

it was stupid but you went to your mom all sweet and *gag*

“Mother?”

“what is it, my dear?”

“May I have some books about the god of the underworld?”

her face turned a pale green, and you knew you got her ass good lmaoooooo

but you also uh-

dude you got your ass BeAt

so you’re pacing the room, complaining to your pet cat about your bitch of a mom

she had given you history books about the long long long long long long long long and kinda long history of the earth

if you don’t write a report on it you didn’t get to go outside

which is where you THRIVE

like ur the goddess of spring ur mom rly just shutting you in!???

so you go into your little mini garden and read a little

and plan on how to bs this stupid 23451683729 word essay

meanwhile demeter is going to the underworld

she arrives at the river styx where Hades is, greeting all the new souls while his dog, Cerbie sniff them

he only calls him Cerberus if he’s being a bad boi

but he’s usually a good boi :))

“yo, bin?”

“AYYYYY whats up” he smiles cutely

because he’s a cutie

“stay away from my daughter”

he scrunches his nose up in confusion “?”

“u know what the frick im talking about, now stay”

he scratches his head, “uhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmm?”

“stfu okay just stay away and thats it fool”

she disappears and even the souls were like, “uh your majesty what in Hades was that”

he kinda shrugs and goes inside with them

but now HE’S worried

because he didn’t even fuckin know you existed

not in a bad way, like he’s a busy man

he only focuses on the underworld and making it enjoyable for everyone, meeting everyone’s needs

he’s a good king :D

so that night he’s trying to hold himself back

but when he’s curious he gets rly fidgety

“HYPNOS!”

he comes back and smiles a little too romantically, “hey boss”

“d-do you uh, know demeter’s daughter?”

“yeah, she’s a decade or so younger-”

“SHE”S 10?!” bin gets up and he starts to scream

jinjin sighs, “no, dude she’s ABOUT 10 years younger than you”

the king relaxes, “oh, phew”

“why? interested?”

“sorta, demeter said i was messing with her, idek who she is”

Jinjin CACKLES in his face

“you haven’t even lost your virginity—?”

“shut up please, just, thanks”

“yeah, don’t mess with demeter, or persephone”

before Bin can ask why, jinjin is gone

so now ur home reading you finally got the right invisible ink to copy&paste ur essay

along with a few of your own words so it sounds more authentic lol

your mom then busts in, and thankfully you’re writing the last sentence

“hey”

“ready to apologize to me?”

“I was just curious mother! you know all of these amazing gods!”

“They are not amazing! He is the god of the dead!”

“He RULES the underworld”

demeter groans and checks your essay

you smile when she grumbles you can be on earth for a week for your work

but

you have to host with your mom about the festival of harvest

however

by some sort of MaGIcAl force

Hades is there too with Hypnos :)

you’re in the festival, being crowned, giggling at Dionysus flirting with you

Bin is in the crowd, drinking mortal beer which hey wasn’t half bad

he hears your giggle, which sounds like gold but as s o u n d

He literally fucking crushes his jug at seeing how innocent, how adorable you look

it’s love at first sight really

“h-hypnos?” he asks, but that fool is gone

you stand on your little throne, next to Dionysus and Demeter, all of the garden nymphs

hell even Apollo and Artemis is there

You raise your arms up, and out sprouts pretty marigolds, the trees turning into the color of flames

Bin can’t help but watch, and when Jinjin comes back, he sees his boss staring like a puppy at you greeting and blessing farmers

“uh—?”

“jinjin i want to know who she is”

“uhm”

“i will marry her immediately” bin declares, holding his right hand man

“I GOTTA KNOW”

“that’s persephone”

Bin literally almost choked on his own fucking saliva

“WHAT?”

“fuck sire, uh, dude idk how to tell you, but, yeah,”

he looks at you, sighing

well

now he’s

royally

fucked

thankfully though

Cupid is there

and he knows about puppy love from 478645 miles away

so he takes you by the arm

“Y/N???????/ omg it has been SOOOOOOOO long sis okay let’s go”

so while hades is having a fucking mental breakdown

cupid is bringing you, unknowingly to hades

Jinjin is like “hell no” so he shapeshifts as Bin, and hides him near Zeus who is trYING TO HAVE A NICE NIGHT WITH HERA DAMMIT-

so when Cupid makes Jinjin turn around

he’s met with the god of sleep

nevertheless you see he’s a worker for Hades, and meet a new god yay

and cupid’s plan is foiled

when you go home from the festival

ur all sad you couldn’t see Hades yourself

But he is trying not to freak out that he is in love

“your majesty?”

he looks up, thinking his heart cant take the heartbreak jinjin will tell him

“I went to the Oracle,”

he looks up with little tears in his eyes

“hmm?”

“uhm. . .you’re going to be wed by the end of this year, with the first girl you fall in love with”

from your room on olympus

you definitely heard Hades scream in fear

so after a few weeks he’s calmed down

and you’re being good for your Mom

you were still thinking about Hades, but maybe if you were good, you could meet him?

but nevertheless because you were being good demeter let you roam without any guard nymphs

so you’re humming and making yourself a flower crown

just vibing

when you hear a huge ass crack

you look over and there he is

Moon Bin, King Hades of the Underworld

he wears a very and I mean very revealing overcoat

he has no shirt on ;)

but he has pushed back hair, and he looks

hot

you felt something come out of your nose

fuck you’re nosebleeding

he has a tall Dobermann that is about to his chest

“uh, are you, persephone?” Bin asks shyly

It felt like he was preparing this for 2567236278 centuries

it almost seems unreal to just be near you again

you nod, standing up since you were kneeling

dude you wanna kiss him omg mg he looks even better than you had imagined

he gives you the BESt smile omg you are aleady in love

“Would you like to be my queen, Y/N?”

#moonbin #moonbin astro #astro moonbin #astro fluff #astro #astro fanfic #astroimagine #kpop fan fiction #kpop imagines #fan fiction #fluff

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outerspaceisbetterthannothing · 6 years ago

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The Girl Who Cried Wolf [Alpha!Cal AU] Part 1

The Girl Who Cried Wolf | Royal Blood | No Love Go | Gimme

Summary: Two wolves can play this game

Warnings: this is smut, kids, nothing gross, but full ass smut, including masturbation, oral giving and receiving and good ol’ dick game, so 18+ oh, yeah, and lack of proofreading ofc

A/N: I have no idea how this came to life. We were just pissing each other off with @bringmethehorizonandpizza one night and whooops, almost 11k of god knows what popped into life. And as a matter of fact, I really love the way it turned. I guess, special thanks and credits go to @flannelpunkcalum for planting an idea of alpha!Cal into my mind. Didn’t know I needed it, Betty, thank you very much lol. Also big heart eyes to @calumspeachy for the moodboard inspiration. Note please, it was supposed to be a one shot, but idek, i may or may not have some ideas, so you can request for the second part ig. Feedback is extremely appreciated. Enjoy!

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You took a deep breath and smiled. The air was cooling down after a hot day, mild wind playing in your dark unruly hair. The atmosphere around was buzzing with anticipation and music. So many people, so many voices and smells. That’s why you loved to be around humans so much. It was so easy to get lost among them, so easy to forget who you really were. You felt your muscles relaxing more and more with every moment spent there. That was the reason you’ve never missed a party, especially on such nights.

You were standing at a spacious backyard of some house. You had no idea, who was the owner of that house or what was the whole party about. A colleague of yours mentioned they were going to a party earlier that day and you agreed on going way too easily. Though, you had your reasons. This night a party was more of a necessity than a pleasure. You had to be here, surrounded by humans. You had to get drunk and lost.

Your smile weakened as you looked up on the moon. It was round, yellow and bigger than back home. You felt shivers creep up your spine and took a sip of your whiskey in a rather rushed manner. The clicking of the ice in the glass almost as loud for your hearing as the voices of people around.

“So, where did you say you’re from?”

You looked at the guy asking you a question, your slightly dizzy brain couldn't remember his name. Nate? Nick?

“I’m from the north of the country,” you smiled, hoping there were enough details in your answer for him.

“So, came here to warm up a little?”

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” you smiled again and slipped with your eyes to his lips. Just for a moment, but long enough for him to notice. You saw his light-blue irises getting darker, could hear his blood rushing in his veins. He was broad shouldered, pretty tall, with messy fair hair. Cute enough to keep you busy for the night. And even though you were pretty sure sleeping with coworkers wasn’t the best of your ideas, you needed a destruction tonight. You father always blamed you for unnecessary impetuosity. But the memory of him only made you sure you were going to have this guy’s head between your thighs soon enough. You just needed to remember his name.

“Why did you decide to move here?” the girl on the right asked. Her name you remembered perfectly well. Julia worked in the same department and, as you understood from scattered phrases dropped here and there by some people, had been hoping to get your current position. You knew she was a little nasty piece of shit, her look was enough to make your hair move. These were the moments you regretted human society wasn’t actually a pack. You couldn’t turn and show the bitch her place in a decent fight like a true daughter of an alpha. Instead, you had to smile and maintain the image of normal relationship. You liked your new position and this town, you were definitely about to stay. You weren’t jeopardizing all of it because of an envious cunt.

“I mean, we don’t really have people transfer from other branches. Especially people from big cities in the north,” Julia explained after not getting an immediate answer and giggled in such a fake way, you needed all your self-control not to roll your eyes on her.

“Yeah, I just wanted to change everything at once,” you answered with the same smile. You were almost enjoying how jealous she was. Reminded you of a feeling of superiority you used to have.

“That’s cool how some people just stand up and change their life like that,” your blue-eyed cutie snapped his fingers. “Whatever they want, they just go for it.”

“It’s not that difficult,” you mused, looking back at him, your tone getting lower. “Doing what you want is much easier than doing what you have to, actually,” you continued, leaving the emphasis on want. His pulse speed up once again and you couldn’t resist the temptation, saying, “I can show you some time if you want.”

“I definitely want,” he said and unintentionally licked his lips. You could feel how hooked he was already. You did a good job here.

“Hey, Nick! Would you introduce your friend to this gorgeous lady?” Some guy leaned on your pretty boy from the back and without wasting any time started to undress you with his eyes. You swallowed you roar and smiled at him, your eyes narrowed.

“The gorgeous lady would easily introduce herself without any help,” you assured that creep. “If she’d wanted to,” you added, hearing blood in his veins freeze from both your tone and the look in your eyes. You could smell his fear and confusion and almost felt right again. That was the feeling you used to plant in your father’s betas, and you couldn’t help but enjoy it now.

“You’re at my party, honey,” he found enough courage to tell you, “why don’t you try to be polite?”

You smirked and felt your eyes spark with animalistic fury. The guy let go of Nick’s shoulders and involuntary took a step back.

“The party is sick,” you mused in half-whisper, pretty sure he could still hear you.

He dropped some asscrack excuse to the people around and headed back to the house. Your smile grew wider as you understood that Nick didn’t even register his friend’s disappearing, too busy with admiring your hips. You found no guilt of his in that, such hips deserved all the admiring in the world.

You leaned closer and opened your mouth to whisper something promising to him, when a sudden rush of blood in your ears made you exhale. You knew the feeling, could sense the intense look right between your shoulder blades. You took a sip of your drink to mask your confusion and dropped a subtle look behind. You couldn’t really say if you saw him with your eyes or just felt standing there with your whole body. You didn’t even care, all your senses going mad at once and all the instincts screaming to run. The only problem was to understand should you have run away or to him.

He was tall, easily towering over people around. Dark hair and broad shoulders. Boredom and irritation sharing his beautiful face. His hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket. His yellowish eyes on you.

You felt shivers creep up your spine again, as you drew your attention back to Nick. He leaned to you and whispered some half-drunk nonsense into your ear. You smiled, still feeling the burning of that other man’s look on your back.

Or should you have said, that wolve’s look. You could smell him now and with how thick and intense his scent was, you were startled you didn’t smell him earlier. You took another sip of your drink and tried to inhale Nick’s scent deeper to shake that wolf out of your head, but it didn’t work. You didn’t need to look back to see if he was still there, you kept feeling him. And that feeling was too scary for your liking. He was the first wolf you’ve met since you moved here. And even though you did hope for this town to be a wolf-free territory, you were mentally prepared to be proven wrong. But he was also the first wolf you’ve seen in months. And you were surprised to find how easily distracted you’ve got, how little it took to sneak up on you. And you used to be the best hunter in your pack, no one could take you by surprise.

But the worst news was he wasn’t just a wolf, but an alpha. You slightly changed your pose, your legs brought closer together, and felt the wetness between your thighs. Damn omega nature! You could say he was an alpha from the first glance at him. The look in his eyes, his mere posture, everything in him was screaming of power and status. You knew that image. You used to wear it yourself. But the way your body reacted on him left no doubts. He was a damn alpha. And his eyes were still at you.

Now, being more conscious, you felt the second wolf from afar. The guy came out of the house and headed straight to the alpha, two glasses in his hands. He passed you by without even looking at you. That gave you hope that after all these months of staying among people and not shifting into a wolf, you could actually pass off as a human. But the way that alpha looked at you left too many doubts.

Nick bent closer and you felt his lips on your neck. The kiss was soft, like he was asking for permission. But the second one, after you didn’t push him back, held more passion in it. You leaned into his soft body and let his right arm snake around your waist. You were here tonight with one aim only, and you did your best focusing on human’s lips on your neck and the rush of the blood in your ears, so you couldn’t hear anything else.

***

“What kept you so interested?” Ashton asked as he handed one of the glasses to Calum.

Cal took the glass and drank half of his gin in one go, his throat burning of that little omega’s scent. He looked at his friend and turned to the girl again, nodding in her direction. Ashton followed his look.

“Quite hot,” he stated a moment later, looking around the crowd for someone more of his type.

Calum slowly turned his head and stared at Ashton. “What do you mean, quite hot?” he asked with a low groan.

Ashton looked at the said girl, leaning into some dude, kissing her neck passionately. Ash scoffed, finding the scene rather disgusting. “I mean, it’s hard to say about her face, but she’s got a nice butt for a human. Not really your type, if we consider you having a type,” he giggled at this phrase. “Can be not easy to get her from that guy, he looks pretty serious sucking on her neck. But I believe in you, buddy.”

Calum shook his head in disbelief. “Are you pranking me or what?” But seeing Ashton looking back with a total loss written on his face, he added, “Can’t you smell?”

Ashton frowned and looked at the girl again, his nostrils widen a little as he tried to capture any scent his friend could find interesting enough. He huffed and looked back at Calum. “What exactly should I smell? Besides of that dude being horny as fuck?”

“She’s a wolf, Ash,” Calum stated after taking another drink out of his glass. “An omega one.”

“The hell she is!” mumbled Ashton, looking at her again. “Are you sure?” “Of fucking course, I’m sure,” Calum huffed. “Can’t get her smell off my mind.”

Ashton frown grew deeper. “But, Cal, I can’t smell anything. That’s...strange.”

Calum nodded, his eyes not leaving girls back, following every her movement, even the most subtle one.

“So, her smell is what makes you so interested?” Ashton asked a minute later with a smirk back on his face.

Calum shook his head again. “Not really,” he answered and huffed at how obvious his lie was. “Don’t you think it’s suspicious? A new wolf in this town,” he shrugged. “She’s not from my pack or yours. So what is she doing here?”

“Maybe she’s from one of those southern packs?” Ash suggested matter of factly.

“At a human party? In our town?” Calum quirked an eyebrow. “Highly doubtful. Guess, I’ll need to send my guys tomorrow to check who she is.”

Ashton snorted and looked at his friend with a smile. “Well, this here finally sounds like you,” he stated.

“The fuck…?” Calum looked back at him.

“And here was I standing in utter disbelief thinking that you’ve finally decided to give a chance to some pretty omega. Fortunately, the world’s order has been restored.”

“Fuck off, Ash,” mumbled Calum, finishing his drink. “I told you so many times, I’m not fucking interested. And I don’t really see you mating around,” he added in an undertone, looking suspiciously at a group of girls walking past them.

“Oh, I’ll mate the moment I find my omega. I’m just looking for her. But you aren’t even trying!”

Calum sighed to that, looking at the melting ice in his glass.

“Do we really need to have this conversation in the middle of a party?”

“Can’t see any reason why not,” Ashton shrugged. “You’ve got so many omegas at your pack ready to mate with you if only you wish. What’s the problem, Cal? Alpha needs a mate. Alpha needs an offspring. Your pack should see you care about their future.”

“First, no one can say I don’t care about my pack,” stated Calum with anger written on his face.

“ That’s not what I…”

But Calum didn’t give him a chance to finish, “Second, I just don’t like it, okay?”

“Don’t like what?” Ashton frowned, trying to understand what his friend was talking about.

Calum sighed again. “I don’t like how omegas are… obedient and always ready for my attention just because I’m an alpha,” he confessed.

Ashton tried really hard to suppress his laugh. “Aw, Cal, do you want them to love you for who you really are? How sweet!” he cooed at his friend.

“Fuck you, Ash! Seriously.”

“Come on, dude!” Ashton sighed and said, much more seriously this time. “This is how our world works. You can’t blame them for following their instincts. Especially when you’re so unsuccessful with suppressing yours.”

Calum just shook his head looking from his friend to where that unknown she-wolf was standing. She wasn’t there anymore and that somehow irritated him. Or was he angry because of Ashton not being able to drop that mating topic. He could tell so much to his friend, could spend the whole night explaining. Instead he decided to stand there, inhaling deeper that girl’s tailing away scent. It was a shame she left, thought Calum, walking inside the house to get another drink. And it was a shame she was just an omega.

***

You were spread on the cold sheets, darkness around filled with wonderful noises of two bodies caught up in lust. You were deliciously naked, one arm outstretched and holding on the sheet, another massaging your breast.

The way to Nick’s place was short and filled with heated kisses and half-swallowed moans. You felt the driver’s irritation, but with Nick’s big hand gripping on your hips and ass under your oh so short dress, you couldn’t care less. You didn’t remember how exactly you made it from the taxi to the elevator, though you remembered perfectly well ripping his shirt apart inside of it and sucking on his toned chest while his hand found its way to you panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he hissed above you, your lips moving up his throat. You knew Nick wasn’t the reason of you dripping, but you wisely kept this information to yourself. After all it was Nick’s finger stroking along your wet folds right now. The clinking of the elevator made him stop and pull you into the hall. He managed to open his apartment’s door without detaching from your lips. And as you both got inside you wasted no time and pulled off your dress, Nick only whistled to your eagerness. But his reaction was muffled with his own moan as you grabbed on his hard member and gently pulled him closer, kissing him once again.

Nick’s hands found they way on your ass and you hissed into his mouth at his squeezing. You started unbuckling his belt, your hands shaking slightly with need.

The moment your back hit the wall he lifted you up, you had to let go of his pants and grab his shoulders not to lose balance. You lifted your legs and crossed them around his waist, his hands never leaving your hips and ass.

“Shit, baby, you’re so damn hot,” Nick whispered and bent a little to kiss your neck. You moved your hips forward, pressed them into his lower abdomen as hard as you could in search for some friction, your motion making him hiss. You knew you were boosting his ego a little too much, but the heat you felt inside didn’t let you any other choice. You needed to feel him there and you didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Can’t wait, can you?” he was whispering between sucking kisses on your collar bones, you could feel his lips stretching in a smirk. “Wanna have my cock inside your little pussy? Want me to fuck you right against the wall?”

Your whole body shivered at his words, the prospect tempting for sure. He could feel your trembling too and thrusted his still clothed member into your pussy. You whined and managed to say, breathing heavily between words, “I want you tongue first.” Nick stopped assaulting your neck and looked you in the eyes, trying to get what you were talking about. “I want you to suck on my pussy and fuck me with your fingers first,” you leaned closer and whispered almost touching his lips with yours and looking him right in the eyes. “I wanna cum on your face and then I wanna be fucked by your dick.”

“You’ve a dirty mouth,” Nick whispered back with an amused expression on his face, “is it as good at work as it is at talking?” “Please me and we’ll see,” you stated and pressed your lips to his again.

Nick pushed you both from the wall and moved to where you supposed his bedroom was. Couple moments later you were proved right as he dropped you on the bed. You liked the roughness of this move, the sudden fall stole the last air from your lungs, cold sheets a pleasant sensation against your heated body. Nick bent over you, pulling your panties down in one rushed move. You arched your back and your bra followed, leaving your body to his admiring.

“Damn, girl,” he whispered, kneeling between your spread legs and kissing on your belly. His hands back again on your hips, piercing you down to the bed. You inhaled at the felling of his hot breath on your skin, ran your hand through his soft hair and pushed down your body where you needed it the most. He chuckled softly at how persistent you were and gave in. The first lick against your dripping pussy left you moaning low. He spread your legs more, one of his hands helping him to open you up. Nick wasn’t the best you’ve had, but he was definitely pretty good. He pressed his tongue to your entrance, teasing a little, and then focused on sucking your clit, your legs were trembling uncontrollably. He smiled at the reaction, your clit carefully squeezed between his teeth. You swallowed a roar, whining through sealed lips, and pulled on his hair, loving the pain mixed with pleasure. He kept sucking on the little bundle of nerves, his fingers back on your pussy, stroking between your lips. You bucked your hips up, pressing your core to his face in a silent begging. Nick chuckled again. “You taste too sweet for such a dirty girl,” he said and licked his lips looking at you panting and dying to feel his fingers again. You groaned at his teasing. “Nick, please,” you moaned, dropping your head back on the pillows. This time he listened, his lips back on your clit. You felt one finger slide into you, the sensation so long anticipated, yet still not enough with how wet you were by now. You needed more and he was so slow in giving it to you. “Ah, more, please, need more,” you whined, pulling on his hair again. He didn’t need to be told twice, as he added another finger.

And then it happened. You closed your eyes, panting feverishly, sinking in the wonderful feeling, and that moment you saw him in your mind. Much broader shoulders pressing your thighs apart, plump lips on your core. You could swear you felt his dark bristlier curls between your fingers. You’ve never had it, never thought about another man being in a bed with one. But now you would happily give everything you’ve had to open your eyes and see that alpha from a party between you legs. You felt your walls clenching around two fingers at a mere idea. Your free hand clenched on your breast, imagination helping you to fantasize of a bigger hand massaging your tits.

“You feeling good, baby?” Nick’s raspy voice brought you back to reality, he felt your pussy trembling.

“Yeah, just don’t stop,” you panted, eyes still closed. “Give me more. I’m close.”

He added the third finger, his frictions getting faster and harder, just as you wanted. You pulled gently at his hair, motioning him to get back to sucking on your pussy. You opened your eyes, your lips wide apart in a silent scream at the sensation. His eyes fixed on your face, satisfaction and lust in them. You blinked and your mind showed you a picture of much brighter eyes, glowing yellow in the dark. And that was enough to send you over the edge. You cried out his name, falling back on the pillows, feeling Nick sucking on you through your orgasm. You closed your eyes shut knowing full well they were glowing they real bright blue color.

The bliss was great, yet too fast gone. And you couldn’t help the thought of much darker tone body in front of you, when Nick, god knows when managed to lose his pants, started lining his dick up to your entrance.

***

To say you’ve had the worst beginning of the week would be definitely an overreacting. You’ve seen worse weeks. Much worse. Yet this one proved to be a hard one and that was enough for you.

You’ve been working a lot, often staying late. Being a new person in the department required to learn a lot of new stuff, even though you weren’t new to the company. Being second to the head of the department at the same time required that learning to be done in a record time. And with the ongoing work it was safe to say your ass was on fire in the most unpleasant meaning.

Nick was also giving you problems with not getting any of your hints. The sex was good and you were really thankful for the night. Though after you left his apartment before the dawn, not sparing his resting body another glance, and ditched all his texts and calls the next two days, you thought he’d get the idea. But on Monday he brought you coffee and asked where you’d disappeared for the whole weekend. He obviously got offended with your lack of response and shoving him off saying you’ve had too much work to waste time on meaningless chatting. That didn’t stop him from sitting with you and couple other people at lunch and giving you puppy eyes. You tried to ignore him, hoping maybe that would give him a clue. As cute as he was, he was just a human. And even though you abandoned pack life long ago, you could never date a human, that much you knew.

And on top of it all you felt like you were going mad. You kept seeing him every time you closed your eyes. Not Nick, of course. The alpha. His yellow eyes were looking at you like from inside your soul. You couldn’t shake his scent out of your system either, always feeling him whenever you left the office or was just walking downtown in search for a good take away. You knew it was only your imagination, you couldn’t really smell him. You haven’t seen him since that party and it was almost impossible to cross paths with him again. The town was smaller than what you were used to, but it wasn’t that small after all. Your instincts were just playing with you, as they were toying with your senses every night, making it hard to go to sleep with all the right reactions to a man who wasn’t even with you at the moment. But every night you were hot and bothered and needy, knowing well no human would be able to satisfy that thirst. Damn omega hormones! This was one of the reasons you left your pack. It wasn’t the main one, god knows your father made it almost impossible for you to stay. But it still was the reason. You hated how your body reacted to every alpha who wasn’t your father or brother. And you hated how it was always happening against your will. Although you had to admit that level of reaction you had never experienced before.

So with the enormous amount of work, pouty coworker you probably shouldn’t have slept with after all and the lack of sleep thanks to your horny omega body, it was no surprise you were ready to kill on Wednesday night. You left your company building at almost midnight after rewriting the same report twice because of the other department workers stupid mistake. The road you left your car at was empty due to the late hour, though working street lamps and tree leaves soughing of a light wind made you feel more than just safe. Until that moment.

You dropped your keys on the ground. Of course you’d do something like that, you thought, rolling your eyes and bending down to pick them up. The wind grew stronger, and the very first blow of it brought the scent. You could have thought it was your imagination again, but it was so much stronger that before, so there could be no mistake. He was near. You almost jumped up, keys in your hand, and looked on your left, where the wind came from.

He was standing there, right in the middle of the road. Broad shoulders, head tilted a little back, true alpha posture. He was wearing simple black jeans and a black tee. His left arm covered in tattoos, tugged in a jeans pocket, and his right was holding a cigarette. He was just standing there looking at you with his bright yellow eyes, not bothering with hiding his true nature. You scanned the street with your wolf senses to make sure no people were there to see him. And immediately you felt the urge to hit your own head with something heavy. That damn alpha was standing there like a damn king of his damn kingdom and you were scanning the street in case nobody sees him? Not even starting with how he had to track you down like a dear on a hunt. A low roar bursted out of you. He narrowed his eyes and took another drag of his cigarette, the moving of his hand the only reaction. He wasn’t trying to come closer or say anything. Just looked at you. Like a true hunter watching his prey. You felt your whole body shiver with anger and fear. No wolf had the right to behave like that to you. He could have been a damn alpha, but you weren’t just some omega to fall to his feet at the mere look of his.

You pressed an alarm button, the car signal sounded like thunder in the silence of a moment, walked around the car and got in. You wasted no time with starting the car and driving away in the opposite direction. You could see him standing on the same spot and looking at you car, could decipit his smirk in a rare view mirror, as he was finishing his cigarette. You turned right and soon drove up a bigger street, rushing past each traffic light to get home.

You were not just angry, you were pissed. What right did he have to behave like this? If he thought you were violating his territory borders, he could have just let you know. Any beta of his could have done it, no need to spare precious alpha time. But what if he wasn’t a local pack’s alpha? A strange thought popped up in your mind. Could he be one of your father’s pure bloods? Could he be sent to find you?

You parked next to your apartment building and looked around before getting out of car. The street was empty, no people or wolves. You covered the distance between your car and the entrance much faster than your dignity would require. You could truly exhale only as you closed your apartment door behind your back. You locked the door, thinking how silly it was. If that alpha would really want to get past this door, no locks would be able to hold him.

But could he really be sent to find you? You crossed the living room and looked out of the window at the sleeping town. No, he couldn’t, you understood. You knew all your father’s wolves, you’d never forget the face like that. And he couldn’t be just a pure blood, he was a pack’s alpha. You knew one when you saw him. And if dragging you all the way back north was his agenda, why would he wait? No, the meeting at the party was accidental and there was no hidden meaning to that.

And yet, why was he waiting for you on the street? Why just stood there and looked?

You took off your shoes and jacket and fell into an armchair. You didn’t bother to turn on the lights when you entered the apartment, feeling more than just comfortable in the darkness. And the moon behind your window was still bright enough. The image of him boldly standing in the middle of a road wasn’t leaving your mind. You were so tired and so confused, emotions overloading you with a strange mixture of anger, anxiety and something else you weren’t ready to name.

You felt your whole body shudder. Adrenaline was leaving your system, but your breathing wasn’t calming down. You felt sweat cover your neck like the temperature rose. But the temperature was the same, you were pretty sure of it. You felt familiar pulling in your lower abdomen and choke on your breath. You couldn’t fucking believe it. The fucker was almost following you and it turned you the fuck on?! You groaned loudly and put your hands on your face. But as you closed your eyes, you saw him again, standing on that street and looking at you so intently. You couldn’t help your moan. You could lie to anyone, but never yourself. You were furious with him and yourself right now. But you wanted him, and that was the simple truth.

You pressed your legs together and felt wetness between them. You huffed and slipped out of your jeans, tagging on your panties too. Your shirt followed suit leaving you just in a camisole. You huffed again and moved your right hand down your stomach. It was crazy how sensitive you already were. You slid your middle finger gently between your folds, your left hand already under your camisole working on your tensed nipple. You closed your eyes and let your imagination do all the work for you.

You moved your fingers to your clit, wondering how good at this he might be. Those plump lips looked so promising, must be a sweet torture to be kissed by him. And imagining this lips kissing on your pussy was exactly what made your clit throb. You moaned, almost feeling his stubble brush against your thighs, and pushed one finger down your dripping hole. You were moving it carefully in and out, not to scratch on the walls with your nails. He wouldn’t have this problem, you thought. The image of him, taking a drag of his cigarette popped up in your memory once again. His fingers were so long and thick, like they were made for working a girl up.

You moaned again as you added one more finger, giving yourself a minute to adjust, your left hand restless on your tits. You started to move your fingers, getting a steady rhythm, picturing that alpha again the way he stood in front of you less than an hour ago. His left arm was covered in tattoos and so deliciously well-built, must be so good to have this arm work on your pussy. But to have his torso underneath you, that would be an experience. With this pictured in your mind, you moved and stood on your knees, your chest against the backrest. You lowered yourself back on two fingers and whined a little at the scratchy feeling. Your left hand was clenching on the armchair fabric, your forehead reated on the backrest. You started to move your hips up and down, imagining how you could ride him. Would he, the big bad alpha, let you ride him? Would he submit to an omega? Just picturing this drove you almost mad. The room was full of your quiet whines and moans and whispered curse words. You kept moving your hips up and down on your fingers, imagining his broad shoulders beneath you, his big hands on your breasts, his eyes on your face. Your breath got sporadic, you were so close, yet couldn’t reach the high.

You moved on your back again and put both legs on the armrests. Your right hand got back where it was a moment ago, while you lowered the left to your clit. You gasped at the feeling. You tried to work both hands in the same rhythm, but you were too far gone for that. The fingers inside your pussy were going as fast as you only could, the left hand drawing circles over your clit. Your legs were trembling and you kept gasping for air, as you were getting higher and higher. The picture of him smirking in your rear view mirror was the last thing you saw before crying out. You could swear the darkness was full of stars as yellow as his eyes. You fucked yourself all the way through your high and when you finally got back to earth you stroke your folds gently several more times.

You swore you’d never came so intense from your own fingers before. But one question was still bothering you. How would it be to actually fuck him?

***

Friday night in a bar could have been a great idea to have fun and make friends with some of your colleagues. Could have been, if you hadn’t been so distracted.

You haven’t seen that big bad alpha since that night. And you couldn’t stop calling him big bad alpha in your mind, which annoyed you to bits. But obviously your subconscious declared a war on you, and there was nothing you could do about that. You haven’t seen him, but you started bumping into wolves everywhere you went. Grocery shop, laundry, cinema parking lot. You’ve even seen one in your company, he was from some other department, you guessed. Most of them were betas, but at least seven were pure bloods. And that information left you uneasy. How big was the pack and how powerful was its leader to have more than three pure bloods under his command?

You frowned into your gin. You couldn’t help but question your moving here. It might be rather dangerous to live near the pack you weren’t a part of. Especially when you weren’t sure about their position on tolerating a lonely wolf around. You could have just transferred back. Of course, your hr would very much dislike it and it would probably look not very nice in your personal record, preventing you from moving up in your career for some time. But choosing between career and possibly your life? Your answer to that question was a little too fast.

You smiled to some nonsensical story about a new client Julia was telling. Didn’t even know what it was about, just everybody around laughed, so you followed their example, too deep in your thoughts to register your own actions.

Leaving was an obvious answer, you thought. But was it so necessary? You tried to remember all the encounters with wolves from the passed week. And what really surprised you, they never spared you another glance. You felt like some of them didn’t notice that you were a wolf at all. Not the purebloods, of course. They smelled you perfectly well and followed you with their eyes, but never said a word and never tried to act in any odd or dangerous way. Weren’t you a little overreacting? Maybe you should have just sat on your ass and let them get used to you? Maybe you’d never need to interact with them as they understood you weren’t dangerous to their pack or interested in becoming it’s part?

You huffed, looking at the melting ice in your empty glass. You glanced around in search for a bar counter and excused yourself. You felt him following you and your frown grew bigger. You didn’t need this talk at all, but especially right now. You had enough time to ask a bartender for a second round when he finally came up to you.

“You seem a little off tonight,” he said, stroking your forearm gently.

You moved a little to look at him while talking and also to get your arm out of his reach. “The week was difficult, Nick.”

“Yeah, i guess,” he muttered as the bartender put a glass in front of you. Nick made a move to reach for his wallet, but you already paid. You saw his frown while taking a drink and suddenly felt irritated. Who did he think he was?

“Listen, I actually wanted to talk to you,” he started and you had to suppress your groan. “I don’t know what I did wrong, I actually thought that night was great. And I’m sorry if I did something out of line, but I just…” he stumbled, and it was a perfect opportunity to stop him here and now. Yet you decided to let them speak. It was always easier that way. If they say it all at the beginning, they’ll argue less with what you could answer with. “I just really like you,” Nick found his courage to continue, “and I’d like to take you on a date. What do you say?”

You sighed, looking him right in the eye.

“I’d say, thank you, but no. I’m sorry, Nick. There’s nothing you’ve done wrong, the night was great. But it was just one night. I thought we were on the same page about this.” You saw his face sink, but didn’t feel anything. He was cute for a human. But dating him? There was no second thinking to that. “I’m not looking for anything serious right now.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Nick nodded, avoiding looking you in the eye. “Sorry to bother,” he dropped and, still not looking at you, went back to where your colleagues were seated.

You shook your head. Going back there seemed like the worst idea now. Maybe you should just stick to the bar counter for some time?

“Not looking for anything serious, huh?”

You felt your blood froze and your knees go weak at the sound of that voice. It was so low yet so powerful, and somehow you felt like you knew it. You could swear you’d never heard it before, but you knew it. His smell enveloped you, making you question how you didn’t feel him earlier. You took another sip of your gin, more to give yourself a second to calm down than because you really wanted it, and turned around.

“Well, I’d say it’s wise if we talk about humans,” he continued, looking in Nick’s direction.

He leaned on the bar counter, the same black jeans and leather jacket, some band tee underneath. A subtle smell of cigarettes, short stubble. You made yourself breath in a steady rhythm and met his eyes, dark brown now, without a trace of yellow glow. He was just looking at you, confidently and with a ghost of a smirk on his plump lips. You were looking back, giving nothing away. He was obviously waiting for some reaction and he was getting none.

He chuckled, “Too much sass for a little omega.”

You couldn’t hold back your scoff. “I am not your omega,” you stated looking him right in the eye, “so it’s not very polite of you to point out my nature.”

He shrugged to that and took a sip of his drink, his eyes not leaving your face.

“So what now,” you asked getting a little bored, “you’re gonna ask me dull questions like what’s my name or where I’m from?”

He chuckled again. “I’ve got enough betas for that. Know everything about you.”

“Everything?” you narrowed your eyes at this bold statement. And he accused you of having too much sass!

“Including how many times you screwed that human,” he nodded.

“Should I be flattered?” you mused, feeling the anger rise inside once again at how arrogant he was in getting into your business. He slightly frowned at your question, not fully understanding where it came from. “Well, a big bad alpha’s interested in who I screw,” you explained with a sigh.

He smirked again and again said nothing. Which pissed you off even more. You weren’t looking for this meeting, he came up to you. He could just say what he wanted and you’d be done with it.

“If your betas have done all the dirty work, why are you here now?” you asked, ready to finish this conversation and flattering yourself with an idea that you’d be able to do it.

He scoffed and looked again at where you colleagues were. You knew Nick probably watched the two of you. You had also no idea why it bothered the alpha.

“Come on,” he said turning back to you and moving closer. Not much, half a step, but enough for you to notice. “You know who I am. I know who you are. And we both know you aren’t looking for anything serious,” he mused, his voice somehow lower and deeper. “How about not wasting time on pointless conversations?”

You almost choked on your breath. All this following you and sending betas to track you down just to fuck you? You wanted to push him away, to tell him to go fuck himself. You wanted just to turn over and leave. Instead you kept standing where he wanted you, pinned down by the power in his eyes. You were so angry at yourself, and only more so, as you felt the knot tie inside your belly. You knew the feeling, you wanted him more than you ever wanted anything in your life.

“And what gives you an impression that I’ll agree?” you asked, still not ready to give in.

“Because I know something else, what no beta could tell me,” he said smiling at you hungrily and bending down to your ear. “That every time you’ve been cuming around your fingers this week, you were thinking about me.”

And you couldn’t hold it anymore. You gasped at how bold, yet how true his words were. You inhaled his scent, his flesh so close to you, you could feel the heat coming of him. Your mind got dizzy with his smell and your legs started to tremble. You lost your concentration for a moment, but that was enough for him, as he bent a little lower and kissed you.

You weren’t sure if you’d ever been kissed like this. He didn’t hesitate at your lips opening them and filling your mouth with his tongue. His hand grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. Your arms flew to his biceps, merely to prevent you from falling. He was sucking and biting on you lower lip and then pushing your tongue with his again. You felt your lungs burn, asking for air, but kept your lips on his like your life dependent on it. Because at this moment you were absolutely sure, your life did depend on him.

He stopped kissing you as unexpectedly as started, just letting go of you and smirking at your startled expression. He offered you his hand and looked at you with a question in his much brighter now eyes. You hated yourself for what you were doing. But you couldn’t help it. You took his hand and let him pull you out of that bar.

The air outside was chilly enough for your heated skin. Alpha pulled you down the road to the black Range Rover parked further. You thought he was about to open the car door for you, instead he pressed you to the car and attached his lips to yours once again. This kiss was slower and much more sensual, but his hands on your waist as firm as before. You felt his knee push between your thighs and moved them apart, feeling your skirt roll higher. He pushed his body more into your frame and you sank down a little to feel his thigh under your core. You moaned into his mouth at the feeling, grinding in pursuit of friction. You felt his smile with your lips.

“What is it, omega? Wanna ride my thigh?” he mocked you.

You opened your eyes and looked boldly at him. “Wanna ride your face.”

He only laughed to that, then opened the passenger’s door and shoved you inside. You watched him close your door and walk round the car to his side. You had no idea why you did that, a strange impulse making you act so shamelessly. You arched your back and pushed down you panties, crumpled them and pushed down his glove box. You had a mere second to close it as his door opened and he got inside the car, watching with a smirk as you were wiggling on the cold leather seat.

“Eager much?” he asked.

But you just smiled with your wicked smile as you lifted your body and kissed him with all the lust you had inside. You felt his amusement, his fleeting hesitation. A strange idea emerged in your mind. Was he enjoying your resistance and sass?

“Wanna have that thigh riding session in a backseat?” he asked.

You shook your head and licked your lips. “I’m not fucking you in your car.” With that you took his hand with a car key in it and motioned to the keyhole. You pushed his hand to insert the key and turned it to start the car. The whole movement somehow turning you both on more than it should have. “Drive,” you whispered into his lips before leaning back in your seat.

He didn’t answer. Just rushed his car out of the parking lot and down the street. His eyes were on the road, but all his senses were set on you. It felt like he was touching you without actually touching you. You felt your breath break and at the first traffic light he stopped you grabbed his neck and moved him closer, kissing him deep. His lips were exactly what you imagined them to be, soft, but still rough and greedy. You heard car horns behind, signaling you that it was green again, and laughed shamelessly as he cursed, setting the car in motion again.

But you weren’t in a mood to stop. You moved up on your knees and pressed your lips to his toned neck, your right hand sliding down on his prominent crotch. You started sucking on his skin and palming his dick through his jeans in the same rhythms. He hissed, “Stop or I’ll take you in the car no matter what you say,” he almost roared, his voice echoing in your insides. You smiled to his threat, “Come on, alpha, I’m sure you’ve got some stamina.” Your giggles died out to the sound of his low roar, your hand involuntary squeezed harder on his dick, making him hiss. You knew your eyes were turning blue and soon would glow. God, how could you forget, how much hotter was sex with an actual wolf?

At the next traffic lights he abruptly grabbed on your jaw and moved your head up so he could suck on your neck. You whole body shivered at the feeling of his teeth bite on the sensitive skin and then his tongue lick on the same spot. You started sinking in the feeling and the next moment he just stopped, practically dropping your head. You almost lost your balance, while the fucker continued driving, both his hands on the steering wheel.

You quirked your eyebrow. Was he trying to point out your place? He had no idea who was he messing with, you thought as your right hand slowly pulled down the zipper on his jeans. You shoved down his boxers (black again, did that man wore any other color?) and took his dick in your hand. You had to hold back your moan at the look of it. Long, with prominent veins and drops of precum on the head, it fit so perfectly in your hand. You turned your eyes back to his face in search for the reaction and started pumping him. You’d never been so turned on by a simple hand job on somebody’s dick before, but the next moan breaking out of you, you didn’t hold back. You wanted him to hear, wanted him to know how much you were enjoying his dick in your hand.

The next you couldn't predict, though. The car slowed down again and he looked you in the eyes, hip pupils dark yellow now and glowing. He didn’t say a word, yet you felt his command. That had never happened to you before, even your father had to use his words, so unsubmissive you were. The wolf inside of you had never obeyed to anyone. Until that moment, when under his look you lowered your head and licked on his dick. You huffed at realisation of the power he had over you, as you lowered your hand to lightly scratch his balls, while your tongue was dancing around his dick head.

“Either suck my dick or sit up and keep your hands to yourself,” he said, you heard irritation in his voice. It left you satisfied. You did submit, but at least you got him a little. You grabbed his dick at the bottom and pushed him all the way up your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. You heard him hissing and started moving you head, making sure he reaches the back of your throat every time. You guessed you reached another traffic light, as the car stopped and his hand dropped on your head to set you in a faster pace. Soon you felt him stroke your hair, the car wasn’t moving. You slowed down and felt him pulling your head up.

“I thought you said you aren’t fucking me in the car,” he reminded with the same smirk.

“Not my fault you’re taking so long,” you whispered back, your lips must have glittered with your spit.

He just smiled wider and kissed you again, rushed, but deep. “Get out,” he dropped as he finished the kiss. You fixed your skirt and climbed out from the car, glancing at his frown as he tried to put his, must be painfully hard, dick back into his jeans. You smirked and walked in front of the car to get a look of his house. It wasn’t too big, yet pretty spacious for a lonely alpha. Garage for two cars, terrace at the back. You heard a car door open and shut behind you and then a hand grabbed on your arm, pulling you to the entrance.

He didn’t waste any time pushing you to the wall and pressing his lips to yours. What was it with the men pressing you to the walls, you though. The lights were off, none of you really needing them. His hand went all the way down from your jaw, paying particular attention to your breasts, to the hem of your skirt. He didn’t bother with the zipper, just rolled it up to your waist. And hissed at the feeling of absolutely bare skin of your hips.

“Where did you lose your panties?” he hummed with amusement. He knew you had them at the bar, he felt them when you were grinding on his thigh next to his car.

“Somewhere along the way,” you smirked.

“Aren’t you a dirty little slut, my omega?” he mused and pressed his fingers to your clit. He watched closely at your reactions, your open mouth with broken breath and darkening eyes. He started rubbing circles, using one finger to slide through your folds. You couldn’t bear that slow torture and you bucked your hips up. He just chuckled and without a warning inserted a finger inside you. You whimpered and bent forward, your head rested against his shoulder. His fingers were so much better at it than yours. In no time you felt his second finger and that was it for you. You leaned all your weight at him, your legs shaking too much to hold you up. Every thrust of his fingers drawing a hiss out of you.

You found yourself so close to the edge with his two fingers inside of you and his thumb on your clit. You thrust your hips into his hand to get his fingers deeper, where the desire was burning your insides up. He only chuckled and pulled his fingers out of you. You didn’t even try to protest, knowing full well you were in his power now. He threw you over his shoulder, his right hand on your ass, fingers wet with your juices, stroking and squeezing. You didn’t try to get a glimpse of the house, focusing fully on his hand and the anticipation inside of you. You took it he went up the stairs and then inside his bedroom, apparently, as a minute later he laid you down on the bed. He was surprisingly careful, holding your neck and lowering your head not to hurt you. You frowned at this, not sure where it came from. But the next moment he shrugged out of his jacket and pulled his tee off and you forgot everything. His chest was a perfect combination of toned muscles and soft lines, with tattoos on his collarbones. You bit on your lip, wondering if you’d be able to see that chest below you.

He clasped your hips and pulled you closer to the edge, kneeled down and froze for a moment, just enjoying the view of your dripping pussy. “Do you have any idea how deliciously you smell?” he asked all of a sudden. You looked down at him, but he was still watching your pussy. “Best fucking scent in the world,” he added so quietly, you weren’t sure you heard him correctly, and bent to your core.

You thought you’d die that very moment. How one could feel such bliss and still survive? His tongue was all over you, licking your folds flat and slamming inside right after that. His lips so soft around your clit and so demanding. You lost the moment when your moans turned into cries, maybe it happened when he pushed his fingers back inside you, or maybe when he started curling them inside, making you arch your back and pull on his hair. You were right at the edge when he demanded you look at him. You had to gather all your will, to lift your head up and open your eyes. His lips were glistening and his eyes glowing bright yellow. You saw surprise in them at the color of yours. You smirked, that was the only thing you had strength for before he started sucking on your clit again.

You came like this, looking right at him. Your toes curled and thighs press to his face. You couldn’t help it, you had no control over your body anymore. It felt like it was acting on his command and pure instincts now. You felt him pulling your thighs apart to stand up and realised you eyes were closed again. You looked up to see him pushing down his jeans and boxers.

“Your eyes are blue,” he said. You heard a question in his words. You knew it was rare for your kind, more natural for a pup than a grown up wolf.

“They’ve never changed their color,” you shrugged. There wasn’t much to say about it for you. You felt odd about it when you were little, but then got used to it. It wasn’t your only peculiarity.

You rolled on your side to get an access to your skirt zipper and felt his hands on your hips again. He dragged your skirt down your legs and took your hand to help you sit up. He put his knee down between your legs and bent to kiss you, gently this time. You felt your taste on his lips, a little salty and tart. “They’re beautiful,” he whispered, looking you right in the eye. He freed you off your shirt and bra, and tried to lay you down. You knew what he was doing, but you had a better plan.

“Let me,” you asked, pushing on his chest. He stopped for a moment, not getting what you wanted. But then he saw you standing up, got the idea and fell on his back. “You don’t have to,” he muttered, and you understood that he actually didn’t get the idea. You smirked, thinking how predictable it was, and threw your leg over his waist. You saw amusement in his eyes as you straddled him and took his dick in your hand to line him up.

“So you do wanna ride me,” he chuckled.

You left it without response, too busy sinking down on him. It was too much, he was too much. Too long, too thick, filling you as nobody could feel you. You closed your eyes, your nails digging into the soft skin over his ribs. You heard him groan at the feeling, cursing at how tight you were. You knew you had to take it slow. And so you did. You moved your hips up and sank once again, feeling him going deeper. His hands grabbed on your wrists and almost crushed them. You started rocking in a steady rhythm, his hands move to your waist to help you grind on him.

You felt his gaze on your breasts, them jumping up a little with your every move. He couldn’t just lay like this for long, you knew you were lucky enough to just get on top of him. He pushed himself up and lowered his head, kissing on your neck. You leaned back to give him better access and put your hands on his thighs for the balance. He started sinking his way down your throat to your chest, until he reached your left breast. You lost your rhythm for a moment at the feeling of his lips on your nipple. Your hands flew to his shoulders, his right arm snake around you to keep you up. You started move again and he started to assault your right nipple with his fingers. Your moans got louder again, your moves got sloppy. You felt your high build up and started losing it. He felt it to, letting go of your nipples and pulling your body to his chest. He started thrusting his hips up in you as fast as it was only possible in this position until he felt your teeth sink in his shoulder and your walls clench around his dick. The very moment he pressed your hips to his not letting you move at all. You were whining into his skin, your whole body one big bundle of nerves. Your skin literally burn where he was touching it. You probably lost your senses for a moment or two, as you were positive you opened your eyes, yet you still couldn’t see anything.

“You alright?” he whispered in your ear, you felt like even his breath was burning your skin.

“Yeah, I-” you couldn’t finish. Was there even a word for this? You more felt rather than heard his laugh, his chest shaking so nicely against yours.

“Think you can take one more?” he asked. You felt him still inside of you, hard as ever. He didn’t cum yet.

“Yes, just, not like that,” you could only hope he’d get what you were saying, unable to produce a better answer. You felt his laugh again, and then his “I got you, baby,” as he lifted you up from him and laid you on the bed again, this time on your stomach.

You frowned a little. You couldn’t take another one on your hands and knees for the dear life, your limbs too shaky and weak. You had no time to protest though, as he lifted your ass, making you tuck your knees, and sank into you again. You almost cried at the stretching, different angle making it even more intense. You felt him bend over you, his left arm picking you and lifting you up. He pulled you closer to the headboard, putting his right hand on it for the balance. He leaned you both a little forward for a better position and started moving. You lost your voice in no time. He was going on you at the highest speed, thrusting his hips into you with loud thumps. His left hand was squeezing on your breast, his head rest on your shoulder. You felt his roar burst out from his chest as he was chasing his own release. He dropped his hand to your clit, you had to lean over the headrest at the loss of support.

“Baby talk to me,” he demanded, you gather all the will you had to hear him, “can I cum inside?”

“Yes, fuck, please, yes,” you moaned as his fingers got faster on your clit. You wanted it so much, you both were so fucking close.

He came first with a long low roar. The best sound you’d heard in your entire life. His roar was probably what set you off for the third time this night. He dropped his head on you shoulder again, growling at the feel of your walls clenching around his dick, milking him to the last.

You whimpered as he sank out of you, feeling like you lost much more than just the contact. He picked you up again, making you wonder how he had strength for anything after that, and lowered you both on your sides, pulling covers over you. The last things you felt before falling into darkness were his arms pressing you into his chest and his lips leaving kisses in your hair.

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The morning was gloomy, sun not risen yet over the horizon. You were sneaking around his bedroom in the gray light picking up your clothes of the floor. You didn’t worry about waking him up. The hardest part was getting out off his clench. When you were free and he didn’t even stir, you knew he was sleeping deep enough for you to leave without trouble. You put on your clothes and grabbed your shoes and turned to look at him one more time.

You could see your bite on his shoulder and smiled. You suddenly realised you didn’t get to know his name last night. And somehow you felt it was right. You were pretty sure that was the last time you saw him so close. And it was okay if he’d stay just a big bad alpha for you. That was exactly how you wanted to remember him.

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shadedrose01 · 4 years ago

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Young God

Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker

Tags: idek how to tag this one, uhh, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, kind of?, more like, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies with benefits?, Rivalry, Rivals with benefits?, Its hard to explain aodjsk, Harley Keener as Iron Lad, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Needs a Break, Peter Parker Has a Bad Day, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Sexual Content, Nothing shown tho, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, parkner week 2020, Day 2, Arguing

Prompts: “And i said ‘no,’ you know, like a liar” / identity shenanigans / iron lad

Notes: Day 2, everybody! Hope you enjoy! 💞💞

Read on ao3 Here!

He says "oo, baby girl, you know we're gonna be legends,

I'm the king and you're the queen, and we will stumble through heaven,"

Peter sucks in a quick breath just before he crashes onto the rooftop, sliding across the sandpaper like tiles and feeling as it rips up his suit, the backs of his arms and legs, his hands as he claws and slows himself down until he finally stops, just at the edge of the house.

He stays still for a second, pants as he hears the mechanical whirrs and clicks of the robotic arms coming closer and closer to him, before he feels his hair stand up, and jumps backwards off of one rooftop to the other, just as Doc Ock crashes through the house below him, leaving only destruction in his wake. Peter listens sharply, for a scream or a cry but hears nothing, and feels a wave of relief knowing the family must not of been home, before its quickly wiped away as he instinctive jumps out of the way again, a claw crunching the stone he was stood on just moments before.

"Come on, Spider-Man," the man taunts, his bluish purple goggles gleaming in the setting sunlight. "Stop running away, and fight!"

Another claw, and another jump, except this time, Peter bounces off of the next rooftop he lands on, circling around and kicking the man right in the jawbone. "You asked for it!" He spits out as the kick throws him back, off kilter for a second, a moment that Peter tries to take to get out of distance again, out of range, but he's too slow, a third claw reaching for him, about to grab him-

Before its blasted to pieces by a bright purple light, and Peter cant help but to stifle the annoyed sigh that threatens to escape, the simmering anger that's been inside him all day starting to boil, to bubble up as he hears the familiar, way way too familiar Southern drawl call out, in all its mocking glory, "Hey squid boy, watch where you're throwing those things, someone could get hurt!"

Peter lands onto the brick wall, sticking into place and turns just to see Doc let out an irritated yell, and lunge for the bright red and gray suit, purple lights attached like lazor pointers to a cat, an easy target that never seems to faze the man no matter how many times Peter told him to tone them down. For once, Peter understands Docs anger, annoyance, as the suit weaves through his claws and shoots them apart with ease, laughing and mocking him the entire time. It makes his insides twist, and his blood boil, his heart racing and his teeth gritting together.

Peter throws himself off the wall just in time to kick Doc to the ground, all of his claws and weapons destroyed, and an affronted, almost insulted noise comes from the robotic suit flying beside him. "You can't just come in and steal the kill, that's not cool, dude!"

Peter doesn't even spare him a glance, webbing the villians hand, feet and then body to the ground. "What, like you did?"

"I did not," The robotizied voice cries out, like a child. "I was just helping you out, Spidey! You should be thanking me!"

Now, Peter can hear the smug grin on the man's face, and this time he can't help the bitter sigh that escapes, as he turns to send a heated glare. "Fuck off, Iron Lad."

He can practically see his eyebrows raise, even through the emotionless mask and the man laughs, loudly, his voice higher pitched with pure amusement as he says, "Oh ho ho, Man! What's got you in a piss poor mood, huh? Having a bad Spidey day, Spider-Man?"

Peter's nostrils flare, and he has to physically hold back the words that long to spill from his mouth, tasting bitter on his tongue, flames licking at his lungs. "Police?" He asks instead, glancing away to glare at the stones below him, his hands clenched hard into fists.

"On the way, eta maaybe two minutes?"

"Then let's go." Peter doesn't wait for an answer, shooting a web off into the distance and yanking himself away, huffing out a breath when he hears the very clear, "Sir, yes sir!" And the echo of replusors sound from behind him, following him like they always do.

"If there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes,

I know you wanna go to heaven but you're human tonight,"

Peter swings for a while, trying to ignore, pretend that the metallic sounds of blasters aren't following him, hoping that eventually, the man, that Harley would get the hint and leave him the fuck alone today, but after a while, he realizes that won't happen and lands on the top of a building, crashing to the ground a little rougher than necessary, feeling his bubbling anger, annoyance rising higher and higher in his chest.

"Finally," The suit groans out, landing right beside Peter on the rooftop before flailing his arms out dramatically. "I thought you were never gonna stop, jeez."

"I'm on patrol." Peter growls out, going to the edge of the rooftop to look down and focus his hearing, to make sure he doesn't miss any moments, any crime that he needs to stop, almost wishing, itching that there was some so he could get away from the man encased in metal. He doesn't know why his presence is bugging him so much today- he's normally annoying, sure but not this much, never this bad- but it is and Peter just longs to get away (even as a part of him begs to get closer).

The man just huffs, his neon purple eyes seeming stare into Peter's soul incredulously. "Thats never stopped you before." When Peter just ignores him, the man takes a step forward and his helmet retracts, the face of the one and only Harley Stark- son to Tony Stark, heir to Stark industeies and the main pain in Peters ass for the last eight months- scrunched up with a weird mix of childish annoyance and worry that makes him look constipated. "Seriously, Spidey. What's going on? Are you okay?"

The real concern that slips into the mans tone makes Peter's insides twist, but he ignores it as he spits out, "Why do you care? Thought you only cared about yourself?"

Its intentionally rude, and he knows it hits its mark when a pang of hurt runs across Harley's features before it disappears back into a blank slate so similar to the one his father wears for the same reason, to hide the pain. "You know that's not true." Even his voice has gone back to painfully neutral, and any satisfaction Peter anticipated to feel is overwhelmed by a sickening guilt that poisons him from the inside out, twists his stomach and makes him feel nauseous.

He should apologize, he knows, but he's still- he still feels the burning, the fire under his skin, in his bloodstream, charring his lungs, molten lava in his veins, and he can't stop the sour words from slipping past his lips, with a faint mocking laugh. "Do I?"

"I thought you did." He mutters, his usually bright, summer day skies eyes darkening as a storm cloud passes by, rumbling with a thunder that makes Peter's heart thump heavily in his chest. "I know you do. I know you don't really like me, I get that, but you normally aren't this much of a dick about it. This isn't you."

Peter just laughs again, bitter and twisted and wrong sounding, even to himself. "You don't know me. You don't know anything about me."

He says, "oo baby girl, don't get caught on my edges,

I'm the king of everything, you know my tongue is a weapon,"

Harley's eyes just narrow more, his jaw clenching, and Peter can see his words are started to get to him, his fingers twitching and his shoulders raising. Good. "I think I know more about you than you think."

"Do you?" Peter snorts, shaking his head in exasperation as he glances over to the man, glaring, the fire burning brighter, flames licking at his throat. "Say, what do you know about me?"

"I know your kind," He starts, scowling, counting on his fingers as if Peter is a child that he's lecuring. "I know you're considerate. I know you put everyone else before yourself, because you think somehow, subconsciously that your life is worth less than others. I know you feel guilty for something that happened in the past, and try to better yourself because of it. I know you care, much more than you let on." Peter snorts, trying to ignore the emotions and raw feelings bubbling in his throat, and Harley just continues, ignoring it. "I may not know your name, or your face, or your- your identity but I know you, Spidey. And this," He makes a waving motion at Peter's body, "whatever this is, it isn't you. So Explain. What's going on?"

He's almost pleading, now, begging for Peter to tell him and the masked man almost longs to tell him, but honestly, he doesn't even know what's wrong. He's felt this burning, this itch for something since he woke up, and as the day went on, he grew more and more irritated, irate, a chemical reaction gone wrong, Harley acting as a catalyst and speeding up the reaction until now, its starting to explode, bubbling over the glass and creating a mess of emotions.

Peter can't tell him that, though, can't tell him that he's being a dick for nothing, so he just shrugs him off, looking away again and muttering a quick, "Nothing."

He can almost feel the tension in the air rise, turning thick as Harley bristles and flares, "Let me help you, for fucks sake!"

"Maybe I don't want you to help me!" Peter sparks back, whipping his head back around to glare at the man, the energy high, electric around them.

"There's a light in the crack, that separates your thighs,

And if you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight,"

"Oh, no. You do." Harley sneers, stepping forward, closer to Peter. "You do, you're just too much of a coward to admit it."

Peter rolls up his mask to his nose, and glares heavily at the man, taking a step towards him in retaliation. "Middle school insults, really?"

"Only telling the truth." Another step forward. "You're a coward who tries to hide his true feelings and pretend they don't even, even though you know they do."

"Oh yeah?" Another step, and suddenly, they're face to face, their noses millimeters apart, almost brushing in their proximity. "Say that again, I dare you."

Harley takes the bait, leaning in closer until Peter can feel his air on his lips, their breath mixing. "You're a coward, Spider-Man."

And Peter thinks he's going to punch him. His fists are clenched, his body is tense, he's bracing himself to do it. But instead, he finds himself grabbing his shoulders tightly and pushing their lips together, his mind whirling as the reaction bubbles over and the flame in his chest ignites into a wildfire, bright and untamable as Harley kisses back just as heavily, just as intensely, pressing him back back back until his back is pushed against a brick wall. Their lips don't disconnect, their heads turning and tongue swirling as Harley's hands roam up and down Peter's suit, over his arms, chest and abs, Peter's moan being swallowed into Harley's mouth, only to be reciprocated moments later.

The kiss breaks only to allow Peter to jump into Harleys arms, his legs wrapped around and sticking to the waist of the metal suit and his arms around his neck before theyre reconnected again, sucking face and groaning into each others mouths.

"My place?" The blond asks, voice muddled by lips and tongue and teeth, and Peter only nods instead of answering, pressing his face into his neck to leave marks, bites and bruises as the other man wraps his arms around his waist and under his ass, before the repulsors start back up and they fly away, towards the giant looming tower in the distance.

And I've been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool, for a while now,

Drowning my thoughts out with the sounds,

Peter blinks awake slowly, hearing the faint whisper of a fan and a steady mechanical hum and feeling the satin, silk sheets beneath his fingertips. He turns his head slowly, his brain still groggy as he sees the other man, Harley beside him, his ryestalk hair askew and his face lax, more youthful than Peter's ever seen it, the sheet only covering to halfway up his chest, the rest out in the open, bare outside of the bright red marks still covering his skin. He flushes slightly as the memory's return from the night before, or, evening? He looks to the large, floor to ceiling windows beside the bed to see that it's still nighttime, the bright moonlight shining in through the clear glass, the pale blinds and illumating the room, casting shadows onto Harley's features and making him look... softer, ethereal, such a contrast to his sharp words and his even sharper personality. He finds he likes it, the softer, gentler look, and finds himself staring for a few moments, taking the moment in before he sits up slowly, making sure not to awaken the other man, and stands.

He finds a pair of pants on the floor, and a shirt he isn't sure is clean or dirty, throwing them both on before noticing a glass door, leading out into a balcony on the other side of the room. He had remembered landing somewhere early, hazily, though he obviously wasnt focused on it. It must've been there. He finds himself drawn to it, tiptoeing quietly over to the door and sliding it open before stepping outside, and taking a large inhale of the chilled air. He moves to the railing of the balcony, listening to the faint breeze of the late August winds, the car horns and honks in the distance, stares down at the still busseling, still alive city below them, not really focusing on anything, not really thinking, just breathing, feeling, living.

That must be why he doesn't hear the other man stirring, or hear him approch until the door behind him clicks open again. Peter doesn't turn around, doesn't have to, just continuing to watch the cars drive by until two arms wrap around his waist, gently, warily, until a, now clothed, chest is pressed against his back, and a chin rests on his shoulder. Peter just exhales, leaning back into the other mans grip, feeling more relaxed, more at ease than he has in a while, longer than he can remember.

Do you feel like a young god?

You know the two of us are just young gods,

"Do you ever..." Peter doesn't know when, or why, he starts to speak, doesn't think of what he says as he murmurs, hushed, low, a whisper, "feel like a young god? With these powers, the suits, the- the responsibility..." Harley just hums, faintly, and they start to sway, subtle, gentle back and forth motions, back and forth, like waves cascading onto a beach. "They all look up to me. The people, the city. They all-" Peter shakes his head, sighing lightly, airy. "And sometimes I just... sometimes I just don't know if I'm enough, you know? Sometimes I just..."

"Need a break." The other man finishes, murmurs, his lips brushing against Peter's cheek and sends tingles down his back.

"I-I guess so, yeah." There's a few moments, a few seconds where they just sit in the comfortable silence, where Peter glances up at the smog filled sky, seeing a few stars shining through, the almost full moon gleaming brightly down at them.

Before, "Let me help, baby." Harley whispers, pleads, and Peter goes to protest but the blond beats him to it. "You're burnt out, constantly saving the city, saving the world, constantly being the punching bag for everyone else, let me help. Please, Peter," And that was something new, too, Harley knowing his name, knowing his face, knowing him through and through, though he knows the other man won't tell, won't share, turning his head with easy fingers to look him in the eye, his ocean blues almost neon in the glow of the moon. "Let me help you."

They stare at each other, flickering from eye to eye for a few beats, a few thumps in Peter's chest, and he doesn't answer, not really, just lowers his head and places it onto Harley's chest, into the crook of his neck, but his lack of an answer is answer enough. The older man just presses a drawn out kiss onto the top of his head, and holds him closer, a non spoken thank you that sends Peter reeling, unused to the feeling of care, of concern, of love.

And yet, surrounded by strong arms and held closely to a firm chest, Peter feels at his strongest, feels comforted, known, feels safe. He closes his eyes, and just breathes, let's himself have this moment of calm and quiet in the arms of his love.

And we'll be flying through the streets, with the people underneath,

And they're running, running, running...

#parkner week 2020 #parkner #harley keener/peter parker #harley keener #peter parker #fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel #mcu #marvel mcu

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atzfiles · 6 years ago

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the park

request: “May I request a scenario with Han or Felix where the reader is usually alone and by themselves so he tries to talk to her but she doesn’t want him to but he annoys her to do stuff after school but one day she yells at him to stop talking to her and she regrets it later bc she likes him”

warnings: a lil speck of angst but mostly fluff hehe

we all know han jisung is a huge ball of energy

you on the other hand

polar opposite

being friends with him was often a little tiring but you literally loved him anyways

hanging out in school was always fun!!

he kept you awake during your boring geography classes

the nations hero

but after school you really needed to be by yourself bc your social battery is d r a i n e d

jisung knowing, that you often just dwell all alone, had the bright idea of going to the overfilled park with you

you agreed first bc you know,,,hes kindA cute and some fresh air should be okay??

oh boy

oh b o y

you expected some chilling, maybe some talking here and there

but he brought a football, frisbee and badminton bats...

“lets go play something!!!!!!!!” he over excitedly yelled

you couldnt say no to his cute face

and he looked so excited :((

you, not really being a sportsperson embarrassed yourself more than just once

violently kicking the air instead of the ball

same

there were so many people so you felt kinda meh :// but its jisung so you kinda just smiled thru the pain

thinking this was a once in a lifetime kinda situation and youd never have to go there ever again

next day in school he kept pointing out all the silly things you did like kicking the air or throwing the frisbee into the closest tree

“ha ha ha yeah im such a silly girl haha super funnY!!!”

at lunch he told everyone at the table as well which didnt sit well with you at all

jisung please stop embarrassing your crush

you just stood up and left mumbling a quick “im not hungry”

he was obviously confused because you seemed to be in a good mood earlier

“excuse me for a sec”

and with that he went after you

he saw you sitting at the entrance of the school fumbling with your bracelet

but you didnt really want to see him bc ughhhhh!! you embarrassed yourself in front of your longtime crush and even tho jisung knows you better than anyone it still bothered you

“why did you leave us at lunch :((”

you just stared at your shoes

“hello silly noodle im talking to you!!!”

“earth to y/n?”

“listen jisung im just?? not in the mood right now,,,,leave me alone”

“we can go back to the park later and we can talk there? i dont want you to be upset”

“no i dont want to go to the park today in fact i dont want to go to any park with anyone ever again >:(”

y/n please calm your dramatic ass phew

“w-what?”

the bell rings and youve never left a spot that fast

jisung just stood there like a kicked puppy

your next class was bio how interesting

you didnt share that class with him so you tried to distract yourself with that

but you kept seeing his saddend face and remembered your harsh words towards him which made you feel 10 times worse

he just wanted to spend some time with his crush friend

maybe you just reacted that way bc you DO want to spend quality time with him outside of school

but you also have this huge crush on him which kind of gets in between you and your feelings

also you really cant be around people for longer than 8 hours

you decided to shoot him a quick text

meet me at the gate at 3

you almost immediatly received an answer from him

totally not bc he wanted to text you as well but he was too scared hed shoo you away so he just sat there staring at his phonescreen

okay ill be there

you needed to tell him about your feelings but thats weird and you!! dont even know what youre feeling!!

you were nervous as hell but little did you know he was sweating buckets too

he couldnt focus on his maths teacher at all, being called out multiple times for not paying attention

“jisung are you okay youre getting pale??” changbin asked, looking the younger up and down with a slightly concerned look on his face

“do you ever want to tell your crush youre kinda in love with them but theyre also your friend so you dont want to ruin what you have with them and they also kinda hate you but you dont know why an-”

“jisung dont forget to breathe buddy”

“mr han i wont tell you to shut up anymore. keep quiet or leave this class.”

hello mr teacher this is a serious matter let the boy breathe

after class he hesitated to leave but changbin encouraged him to just come clean to you

so he was a man on a mission

lets get this bread- han jisung, 2018

you already stood at the gate anxiously shifting from one foot to another

he saw you waiting and picked up his pace a little

he breathed out a little “hi” to which you just nodded your head

“lets walk over to my place” you said, planning on talking things out on your way home

“okay listen im sorry i snapped at you earlier,,,i dont know what happened with me, you did nothing wrong and im just out there screaming at you, which you obviously dont deserve...i was a little moody because you kept bringing up all the embarrassing things i did at the park and i guess i just care a little too much about how you think about me and uh yeah....im sorry”

“youre my favourite person in the whole world how could i think any less of you for cutely kicking a ball in the wrong direction???” he asked while looking at you with big eyes

“listen y/n i dont know what this is going to do to our friendship but im losing serious sleep over this and i just need to get it off my chest and i totally undertstand if you think differently but i like you i really do...as in..more as just a friend i guess??”

y/n is sister shook

HAN JISUNG LIKES ME JUST AS MUCH AS I LIKE HIM IS THIS HEAVEN I SURE THINK SO- y/n

“y-you like me?”

“uhhhh yes???”

“o h”

cue the intense blushing

“well i like you too..”

you know when jisung is all giddy and he kinda bounces around with that huge grin on his face

yea

this but 10 times brighter

you arrived at your house and jisung hesitated but gently hugged you

“im glad you talked to me and im glad we sorted all of this out” he said in a soft voice

“me too, and im really sorry i snapped at you..my feelings just got the better of me”

“its okay” he said with a cute smile

it grew silent and you could practicaly hear the screws in jisungs head turning, trying to figure out if he should kiss you or not

he eventually just went “fuck it” and leaned in

you just stood there like y/n.exe stopped working

he leaned back and giggled a little because of your flustered state

“ill see you tomorrow at school?”

“bet” you smiled

“oh by the way your way of face planting the ground trying to play soccer made my day”

dude you just got a gf dont mess this up already

“han jisung sleep with one eye open”

uH idek what this is but i hope you like it???? ://

requests are open :)

((i hate the title just as much as you do okay im not creative sigh))

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perylinsus · 6 years ago

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Rant

Rant Contents-

Perming hair

Dyeing hair

Cutting hair

Getting piercings

Body weight

Tattoos

CONTAINS ENOUGH HATE AND UN-NEEDED CRITICISM TO LAST MILLIONS OF LIFE TIMES.

Okay, so this rant is gonna be weird as fuck, since it's about my hair and some piercings, but listen as I start talking about my hair. It's weird. It's straight somedays, curly on others, wavy on the others, and a combination of all three, though most of the time it's straight. It's also very, very, very thick and oily. Now, being in the end of my 3rd quarter of 8th grade, I keep telling people at school that I plan on getting a perm over the summer, since everyone is counting the days till then. But when I say perm, I mean tight-curls perm. Not even curls, more along the lines of coils. But everytime. Every. Single. Time. I say anything about getting a perm to someone with wavy/curly hair, they complain about how hard it is and how it'll be so much harder for me since; I'm not used to curly hair, my hair is too thick and/or my hair is super oily. All I want to do is turn and just fucking snap.

The only fucking reason my hair is straight and oily is because of the lice treatments I had to go through. I had those assholes all up on my head for 5 years straight. When I was a kid, I had to straighten my fucking hair everyday just to get it to cooperate. When I was a kid, I was fucking mistaken for a different race. My hair has always been thick, it was always silky and soft and it was in tight ass curls up until I was 5 or 6. I've experienced curly hair my entire life cause my step sister adopted triplet girls with hair that was on the verge of being kinky, but was still considered curly. I do their hair every fucking morning to this damn day. I have since they were adopted at 3 years old and that was 8 years ago. I was in my first year of having lice (I took precautions to make sure they didn't get lice. Luckily, it worked cause they never did).

I wanna fucking snap when people say to not get my hair permed into tight curls cause I won't be able to take care of them. I take care of curly hair every damn morning, 4 AM sharp, listening to babies cry when I only get 2 hours of sleep cause of my damn homework. Everything's good. I cope now, I will always fucking cope.

Two more factors make the complaining worse. Before I perm my hair, I'm getting it colored. Again, more complaining. Things like, "You'll damage your hair!" Or "Why would you color your hair, it's already so pretty." I might be doing two different colors, they might be bright and because of that, I have to bleach and color my hair. Don't get pissed because I don't wanna have basic brunette bitch hair like you (that's aimed at one person, not all brunettes. I luh u). I want to die my hair because I can. I'll perm my hair afterwards because my cousin, aunt and grandma, certified hair dressers, told me it was okay. I'm tryna live my life so back the fuck up.

Next thing, I wanna cut it, too. Before getting a perm, but after coloring it, I'm gonna try and get an undercut. More. Fucking. Complaining. "Sweetie, if you wanna color and cut your hair, you can't perm it. It'll look weird. I've tried it." Bitch. Does it look like I care about what you tried. You're pale, skinny and you have some fake ass lookin blonde hair. I am, on the other fucking hand, a delicious hunk of chubby Mexican (I'm trying to love myself more. Don't judge me). Me and you, we're completely different. I have an ass, some tits and some fat around my waist. You look like a sheet of horny construction paper (that shit feels weird...idk what y'all feel like, I swear). People may retaliate with;

"I'm not saying you'll be ugly, I'm saying curly hair and undercuts don't go well together." What if my main goal is to look ugly? To put shame to my last name (that rhymed bruh). Idgaf what you think. I'm cutting my hair, I'm coloring my hair and I'm perming this shit. I fucking live for coloring my hair, I've done it for the entirety of my middle school life. I miss having an undercut. Living in Florida with some dark ass, thick hair is hard, so the less hair, the easier my life (less shampoo and conditioner too). And my curly hair. I want that shit back. I didn't hate it then, but I also didn't love it, but. I. Want. It. Back.

So, with my hair, back tf up. Now some piercings.

My uncle does piercings for people. Yeah, total fucking pothead, but he's chill and good at his 3 steady jobs. He said, once I get old enough, he'd give me good quality piercings. Because we moved away from him, down to Florida (that was 5 years ago btw. I had ear piercings then. I also temporarily moved up to Michigan for like half a year, when he promised me), he hasn't given me my piercings yet. Over a video call, since he's overseas helping a friend move into a new house, he asked me what piercings I wanted so when he got back (I'd be halfway through my first quarter of freshman year) he could give me my piercings.

As many as I want, for no price at all. He's self employed so it's no problem, however my face/head area is all he'll do. I'm okay with it bc that's all I want. I tell him, with my bff and her bf sitting next to me. Her bf has his friend with him so he can hear me too, obviously. I say both ears and lips, possibly nose. My uncle says ok. He asks me what kind I'm considering for my ears. I say; standard lobe, upper lobe, helix and industrial. That's another ok. Then for my lips. I say; angel bites, snake bites, spider bites or shark bites. Again. Another okay. Then he asks for my nose. I say septum or nostril but the nose piercings weren't definitive. Again. That's okay.

My mom knows about this and she's okay with it. I'm my own person and what I choose to do needs to be dealt with by me. I face my mistakes, or I suffer. I choose to take some pretty bad ending risks but I learned. That's always been my lesson and it won't change. Face the consequences. My bff asks if she could get the same deal as I did. He says no but that he could lower the price significantly. She says okay, definitely happy, and her bf asks the same, getting the same response as my bff (he's cool with piercings. He had some. He just wants more). Now, my bff's bf's friend starts criticizing us, specifically me. We hate eachother so it was expected.

But this asshole. THIS ASSHOLE. Had the audacity to insult me on my choice of piercings. He's anti everything. Anti gays, anti abortion (this one is agreeable), anti Muslim, he's HORRIBLE (his personality filters into this. Believe what you want but if your personality is too evident in your opinion, DO NOT TALK TO ME. Especially if you're stuck up). I'm learning makeup atm so he goes down that road and calls me an ugly whore who deserves to die on the streets. Nice. But...same thing with the hair. I WILL DO WHATEVER I FUCKING WANT TO. IDGAF ABOUT YOUR OPINION. Don't criticize me because I want to get tons of piercings. He went down the path of racism, too, and called me a typical Hispanic bitch. Rebellious and dumb. I have nothing to say to this other than get tf out of my house. I turn to my friends and tell them if they agree with him to leave with him. They're actual friends so they stayed but he had to find his way home in the pouring rain. Don't be an ass to innocent people cause Karma's a bitch.

Anyway, I was called a hippy, spic, typical druggie, shitty person and retard (this word isn't taken lightly in my family. Don't call people that shit).

You know what, let's rant some more.

I'm a chunky motherfucker. I way well over 100 lbs but I ain't too close to 200. I'm almost 14 and I'm kinda short. Still growing, but short.

I have lots of body fat. Obese, depends on your definition of it. Fat, yes, but I can still rock some tight clothes better than anyone else. I've embraced my body fat. Yes, I'm currently researching healthy, lemme repeat, healthy ways to get rid of it, but I've embraced it and I now tell myself I'm cute whether people like it or not. It's strange since I've never done it before but it helps with depression.

Anyway, I'm chubby but I'm working on it. I need to glow up to rock my bullies' motherfucking worlds. This dude, idek who he was, comes up, calls me fat and walks away. I turn around and yell fuck you or fuck off or some shit like that. I'm making my way to class and this other kid trips me. When I hit the ground, he screams earthquake and runs.

I get up and walk my way to class like a civil person. Eventually, my mom, who works at my school, has to take me to the hospital cause I couldn't get up and leave my class at the end of the day. Why, you may ask? Well, I had;

minor whiplash

a sprained wrist

Scrapes on my knee that were so bad, they'll probably scar

My day sucked before that so it only got worse. Besides that, the whiplash is gone, my sprained wrist is healing nicely and it's just my knees that are still fucked up.

All that trouble because some bastard wanted to fuck with me cause I'm chubby. Stop being dicks everyone, unless that's your nickname.

Finally, the last topic. Tattoos. My other uncle, the twin brother of my piercings uncle, is a tattoo artist. Game addict, too, but, like, srsly, unhealthily addicted.

Anyway, if I can't do college, I have a guaranteed spot as a tattoo designer in his parlor. I'm trying to plan for college so it might not happen but, you never know. Besides that, he gave me a deal. As many tattoos as I want, for no price. All because I'm his only blood niece.

I said hell fucking yeah (I got a shoe thrown at me for it). He said as long as I designed them, he'd give me them. Okay, not too bad since I'm a 14 year old with college level art. First, though, I had to tell him what type I wanted. I said I wanted tribal, illustrative and possibly neo traditional.

I have designs for my illustrative tattoos. One for each important person in my life. My older brother, my younger brother, my mom, my grandma, my bff and my 1st dog. I was gonna try and do one for my husband/wife when and if I get married but I was warned about tattooing names of people I'm not related to on my body. Again, I might still do it. Anyway, those are for my illustrative tattoos. Then, comes my tribal tattoos.

I plan on asking my bestfriend and my mom to choose from a set of Moon Glyphs, which symbols best represent me. Whichever common ones they choose, will be hidden in a tribal tattoo on my ribcage. I also want a tribal on the top of my forearm and a tribal band around my bicep. I may just get arrows on the inside of my other forearm.

Neo traditional will probably be a worn down banner with flowers that has a saying in it. In another language, most likely, but there'll be a saying.

Anyway, I told my uncles this and my tattoo artist uncle said he was perfectly okay with it. My mom was chill with it, too, so everything was good. Until my great grandmother got ahold of the information. So many vulgarities.

Anyway, don't be a shithead when it isn't necessary. Let people learn from their own mistakes when said mistakes are revocable.

Luv ya and thanks for reading.

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merlinthoughts · 6 years ago

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Season 1 Episode 5 - Lancelot<3

- YES BBG’s IT'S MY BOY LANCE

- he’s one of my fav characters u guys don't even KNOW

- like yah okay, i've only seen hiM FOR ONE EPISODE

- but he’s the light of my life

- and he may not even come back but he looks like a character that would come back especially if the fucking ep is named after him

- oh damn, i sure hope he does

- and goes into arthurs posse of knights or whatever, replacing val

- or what valerie was gonna be

- idek, lets get to it bc i could go on for days just picturing lance as a main character while continuously expressing my love for him

- BUT NOTHING ELSE OBVIOUSLY BC THIS IS NOW A CATHOLIC WEBSITE

- tumblrs trynna urge me to go with them nasty thoughts

- you wish tumblr

- you WISH you can ban me

- u can't live without sucking dick >:(

- wow slow down shev... wow okay sorry. christianism. i forgot

- it got the best of me

- back to the episode!

- omg it's buckbeak why he making a cameo in merlin??

- my inner potterhead(uwu) is coming out i hate this

- bet you can't guess which house i'm in ;)

- it's fucking slytherin, it's literally so obvious

- hissshiss motherfuckers

- ew guys

- this is so hard to type considering my fucking ‘-’ button (called a dash for u furries who only see a face) is broken and i have to literally smash it to make it work, so i'm just insanely typing up the next dash by screaming at my keyboard that i can't fucking fix

- and i have so many dasHES TO DO!

- that made no sense bc yall aren't living in my socks at the moment

- BUT I'M DYING IT'S SO HARD TO JUST GET IT TO PRESS

- fuck it copy paste, my best friend, you always come when the time is needed

- LANCELOT LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL

- lowkey looked like that guy from the 100 though

- but better

- nothing against baloney of course

- lancelot literally just introduced himself, the camera panned in onto his chest, then he proceeded to faint or some shit with the camera still zoomed on his chest, and merlin reached up to grab his shirt, probably to yank it the fuck off and the opening credits rolled up. wtf was that scene.

- WAIT I REWINDED IT

- it's not supposed to be a zoom in of his chest lmao, my hoe ass thought we had a little fanservice for a second, but there's a big mushroom-looking blood stain on his shirt which i guess is supposed to mean he's fucking dead so it's not all that confusing anymore

- when was he stabbed tho?

- whatever. shit always goes down in BBC that's often unexplainable.

- “it had claws, wings…” arthur stops his sentence melodramatically while uther looks terrified. “and.. what?” WHAT UTHER?? WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?? YOU THINK ARTHURS GONNA BE LIKE “FANGS, STEVE BUSCEMI'S EYEBALLS, DANNY DEVITO’S HAIRLINE, TALKS LIKE JOHN MULANEY?? I JUST TOLD YOU WHAT I SAW, NOT WHAT I IMAGINED. FATHER”

- but no… livestock apparently

- that’s what uthers shocked by

- not that theres a fucking griffin living in his world

- wait theres magic, means theres magic creatures doy

- but still, even if we all had magic here, i think it would be a little shocking seeing a griffin come for buckingham palace randomly

- or i guess if youre reading this and are in america, in the white house

- oh and it took only people apparently

- i guess that’s a little more severe but i stand uncorrected

- they be having a wild time in the hippogriff’s house ;)

- honestly sounds like a fucked up hogawart house

- here we have slytherin, hufflepuff, ravenclaw and... *looks at smudged writing on hand* hippogriff

- okay, who tf has a dream of coming to camelot when it's the most feared place, with banned magic and an asshole king with his hot bitchy son and a sorcerer who just brings chaos to the land

- well i mean, me

- bc of the hot bitchy son but whatever

- camelot? more like cameNOT

- arthur calls himself the ultimate killing machine like the edge lord he is

- ARTHUR FUCKING KO’D THE BITCH

- knee to the nose and all wtf man

- this is probably foreshadowing smth with the “only noble blood can swoosh like a knight” thing, like somethings gonna happen and poor people are gonna revolt and uthers gonna be like “GEEZ fine, okay, no nobles can become a knight”

- merlins such a shit stirer, telling lance he can be a knight and telling him arthur would love him when we really know whats gonna happen bc of that rule

- and here’s gaius like uhh u liar wtf, crushing lance’s dreams while merlins just like wtf gaius, live in the moment, we can do anything, this is OUR show

- literally their such good friends and have known each other for a solid 10 minutes only

- i'm not that big into beards but id love to rub my face on lance’s

- HOMEWORK IS MERLIN’S EXCUSE, MERLIN UR LIKE 20 IN A WORLD PROB WITHOUT HOMEWORK

- haha little fault there, or like a minor inconvenience which isn’t important but i like to pretend to be smart: middle ages or well the show’s era was more in “AD” (476-ish is the start of middle ages, while the arthurian legend is supposed to happen in the 5/6th century so yeah, technically 400/500 AD), and homework supposedly only started up in 1095 so BOOM BBC GOTCHA

- no, merlin’s not gonna perform magic right in front of the librarian

- does he not know the wrath of librarians???

- our librarian at school literally kicked everyone out of the library once for the whole semester because there was an apple core on the bookshelf. this was during exam week. do u know how much i wanted to kill the person who didn't admit to their mistakes and let everyone suffer. WE COULDN'T ENTER TO EVEN STUDY

- OH GOD, HE'S DOING IT MERLIN IS A FUCKING MESS

- gwen and lancelot are my favourite thing, i literally want them to be together by the next episode

- or the next one with lance

- WAIT LANCELOT IS SUPPOSED TO BE A MAIN CHARACTER ISN'T HE BC I KNOW VAGUELY THE ARTHURIAN LEGEND AND LANCELOT WAS A KNIGHT WASN'T HE???? HE WAS A FUCKING KNIGHT AND ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT NEXT TO LIKE IDK BEDEVERE OR SMTH THIS IS AMAZING NEWS GUYS I LITERALLY COULD BE A DETECTIVE

- !!!! the only heto ship on this show i actually adore !!!!!!

- i mean i only love two things: merthur and glance

- idek what gwen and lance’s ship name is so its now glance

- merlin would be the best wingman for them by being gwens bestie

- “you can start by cleaning out the stables” *lance looks to merlin while merlin gives him the biggest smile and thumbs up* this fuckING DORK

- harry potter au where everything is the same but that grim reaper looking human creature in the prisoner of azkaban executing buckbeak is actually lancelot in the future

- for symbolism purpose, not saying lance is like an animal killer but yknow

- same thing with the griffin yknow

- the two prettiest dudes in my world fighting against one another while sweat is glistening down their forheads is my new favourite aesthetic

- BUCKBEAK HAS COME

- oh wait no, people having been attacked by buckbeak have come

- netflix fucked up by subbing arthur as “orther” and i never laughed so hard

- don’t make me fucking laugh when there’s an ambush, netflix, this is not christian

- annd arthur’s pride is gone, and he goes up to chop lance’s fucking head off

- OH SHIT THAT TRANSITION THOUGH

- i'm so proud of my bb like genuinely so proud, lance deserves so much and here is is!! a knight!!

- MORGANA APPEARS THE LOML

- the three lomls in one room?? seriously bbc?? you really doing that to me?? for once im actually impressed and happy

- he's gonna get caught, i mean i KNOW that, but like it's still stressing out

- ewewewewewewewewewew

- arthur called morgana “isn't she so beautiful??” with a lovey dovey face pls don't lead this to that stepsibling porn bullshit i'm going to fucking puke

- i hated that shadowhunter bullshit like they seriously going to hit me with the indirect incest?? i was so done. i hated jace and clary, idc if theyre like the most popular couple, like wheres my raphael lovers at bc that's a boy i can enjoy

- “so if you could choose one... lance or arthur?” merlin subtly asks gwen like he doesn't have an answer himself

- it would have been so perfect geez, gwen and lance, merlin and arthur, myself and morgana

- i really wanna know what lance, merlin and arthur look like drunk bc that's a hell of a hangover they got the next morning and they probably cut out most of the soiree so like what did they do?? was there any drunk dancing and flirting??? bc i literally want to see that happen

- ik it's a bad thing but those drunk tropes where someone confesses their love to the person they like while under the influence is my favourite thing bc it's both hilarious, genuine and the other person often helps them to their feet and gets them to a safer place to rest and that's fricken adorable guys!

- not the drinking obviously, thats like a thing you can enjoy if you want but ya girl does not like drinking. or, well, she likes drinking with a limit. you can tell who likes to be the designated driver lmao. people here be drinking flat out whiskey and i tried it once and it burned by fucking throat

- merlin fucked up

- and this is technically his fault

- THEY GOT CAUGHT LMAO IT IS HIS FAULT

- hungover and caught this won't bode well

- “not worthy of a knighthood”

- hey so how do you retract a knighthood?

- do you like reverse the shoulder tapping

- like if you're christian, bc you know, we, as a christian group on this tumblr site, should already know about it... but when we do that cross thing on our shoulders, it means like a direct call with god or some shit. and if we do it the opposite direction it's considered the antichrist so is it the same for knighthood?

- OMG I JUST HAD AN EPIPHANy

- okay with christianity it's tapping the head the stomach, shoulder then shoulder, right? but the reverse is the anti cross like shoulder to shoulder, stomach and head. but… what if it were tapping the stomach, crotch, hip to hip? it would make sense right??? since the cross is upside down… it would lead to the dick and not the head. THAT'S WHY IT'S AN UPSIDE DOWN CROSS. BC YOU AINT SUPPOSED TO GRAB THEM BALLS UNTIL MARRIAGE!!! I SEE OMG I SEE YOU JESUS, TRYNNA HIDE UR FLOURISHING SEXUALITY

- omg guys, don't grab ur fucking balls in this blog post, it's considered the antichrist

- “you never will be” lmao he's gonna come back, he's lancelot, that's a main in the og legend

- how pissed will lance be with merlin

- i hope big time bc like... angry lance *dries off sweat with hands*

- aw damn lance isn't mad he's like “this is my punishment. mine to bare, mine to bare alone. stop blaming urself. i put this on me” this fucking goof is making me swoon once fucking more

- NOW BUCKBEAKS BACK

- he's a real goat x3

- buckbeak can literally fuck shit up in the air, camelot has nothing on him

- ARTHURS FUCKING DEAD LMAO

- oh wait he aint, just a few of his knights

- imagine being an extra and playing as one of those knights. having to fight next to bradley james, and have him look at you when someones doing something stupid like you can mentally agree with him and then pretend to die on camera. that would be my dream. make-a-wish better do me some good when i get diseased that will prob be named after me

- hoephagus

- stupidolis

- nah thats stupid

- ;)

- i now understand mulans will to pretend to be a guy and join the army bc i would literally do that if i could stay with arthur fucking pendragon

- aw it's called a griffin not a hippogriff

- i'm saddened

- harry potter has taught me WRONG

- this looks to be the climax where merlins like “fine guys, geez, i'll kill the griffin bc i'm magic!! wow!!! but arthur obviously knew, and i thought gwen was gonna know but she shocked me even more when she didn’t like fucking hell everyones oblivious. but since you can only kill buckbeak with magic, sigh, i'm exposing myself ig” even if it's like halfway through season 1 with 5 seasons altogether, this looks to be the right time

- this really sounds to be what we are waiting for, what kilgarah said about the destiny merlin will have

- WAIT WE HAVEN'T SEE THAT BITCH IN A WHILE

- wheres the dickwad gone lmao like was the actor busy the last few episodes or what?

- OMG ARHTURS BREAKING LANCE OUT OF PRISON SO HE CAN BE A KNIGHT

- how is the “arthurs pretty gay” theory not popped up more times on here

- like we all know merthurs pretty great and all

- but CANON wise arthur seems super gay to me

- like he just told lance to get up his ass because “i need… uhh... camelot needs” like he was just about to say he needs lance in his life

- have you not seen the glances??

- fucking hell

- arthur slowly comes closer to lance pretending to talk about what he knows about the creature

- lance also coming closer to ask if he truly believes that, with a raised eyebrow

- thought this shit was only in books and fanfics

- but no guys, we got a gay eyebrow raise

- bc we all know only the gays are capable of eyebrow raises

- fucking hell this is gay i cant even explain it

- like its subtly gay, but out of context youd think this is something out of a fansite

- and merlins not even in this scene

- “take the horse and never return to this place” OKAY NO FIRST OF ALL SECOND OF ALL FUCK OFF LMAO THIS ISNT GAY ANYMORE

- i mean he’s doing it out of the goodness of his heart, saving him from prison and all but lance wants to like… be a good man and you aint letting him do that

- OMG LANCE IS SAYING GOODBYE TO GWEN

- LANCE BETTER FUCKING KISS HER

- I LOVE GWEN AND LANCE TOGETHER #STAN

- fucking kiss you fucking bafoon

- THEY DIDN'T FUCKING KISS WTFUCKINGFUCK

- merlin looks so dumb holding his dagger as if he doesn’t know what to do with it but i love that for me

- WAIT I THOUGHT LANCELOT WAS LITERALLY GONNA GO YEET OUT OF CAMELOT NOT TO FUCKING SACRIFICE HIMSELF AND FIGHT THE GRIFFIN

- bafoons, all of them

- big bouncing bucking bafoons

- arthur looks so scared i've never been so in love and want to PROTECT

- omg for all merlin and lance know, that scream was arthur fucking dying- OMG IT WAS ARTHUR

- HE'S FUCKAN DEAD

- nvm he's alive but like yall not think to check for some arterial wounds bc he could be alive now, but in 5 mins he could legit not make it

- slow music means death

- lancelot you were the best husband i've ever had, rip

- i would be crying more if i didn’t know what happened, but since i already spoiled myself on the first season by watching this about a year ago, i'm not that sad but its still getting to me slightly

- hahahaha so happy everyones okayyy

- ARTHUR AND LANCE TiME!

- arthur looks so happy for lance literally crack ship right there

- why does nobody talk about this wyd

- and here’s arthur defending lance’s honour

- but uthers being a bitch

- omg that transition from lance being told to wait outside, the camera following him out of the room and the doors slamming behind him just in time to hear uther yell at arthur from next door is what gives me chills

- uther better fucking accept lance

- “the law is the law” yeah but the law also says to stop being a stuck-up bitch, uther

- literally lance is the only fucking person to not see through merlins blatant magic tricks

- like he saw that shit, called it out and was not like “oh what its a trick of the wind, surely”

- and he's not fazed at all, u see merlin it aint that bad to tell some people

- the only thing he is worrying about is the credit he says he doesn’t deserve bc merlin killed the griffin and not him

- see how fucking great my husband is, guys

- he better not be like “sucks to suck, i lied again! it aint me, chief” to uther and arthur

- NAH OKAY HE’S JUST BIDDING HIS FAREWELL IM GONNA FUCKING CRY IN THE CLUB

- he better fucking come back soon >:(

- seasonal guest star at least

- main characters, big bonus

- we barely saw morgana this episode and i'm not okay with that, but at the same time it was more lance-centric so i'm aight actually. we got all the time in the world for my baby girl, but lance :’( good luck man

- literally everyone is so gay for lance

- gwens into him for sure, and i love that the most (guess thats not gay but whatever, beggars can't be choosers)

- arthur has a little crush ngl

- and merlins full out in love with him

- not to mention MY FUCKING SELF

- i mean, i won't deny that he’s literally perfect in every way and i've only known him for one episode, but i agree whole heatedly with these crushes

- “till next time, sir lancelot” merlin whispers with a smile

- yeah that's me right there

- BC I'LL BE SEEING HIM IN THE FINAL EPISODE OF THIS SEASON!

- greeting us all with the news on being cast full-time for the show, being the best guard around and a lover boy to all

- guys i feel like i'm on aphrodisiacs but instead of desire for sex, it's love for lancelot

- send help

#this is a long one yall #maybe bc i found a new crush but yknow #merlin #merlin bbc #merthur #s1 #s1ep5

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imagine-wannaone · 7 years ago

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Lee Daehwi Super Powers Au

Waddup So this was written yesterday and idk whether to do a powers au so I guess this is just a try??

In other news I got Seventeens new album for my bday today and got The8 i am blessed. Anywhere, here we go. also pls tell me if I need to tag any triggers, I’m not great at this stuff whoops.

• Lemme get one thing straight, you didn’t want to use your ability for bad, • It just kinda happened that you became a theif, • You were trapped, • You were a teen when you got dragged into a whole mess of a gang, when you went to take out a loan to pay for treatment for your brother’s illness, • Because your brother was the most important thing to you but your family couldn’t afford his treatment, • But you didn’t realise the loan company was actually kinda not a company and you had just officially ruined your life,

• With gastronomic Interest, you had to pay them back the money with no way of being able to do it, • Read the small print y'all, • So they offered you another option: you hated it but there was no other way to help your brother, and they threatened to cut your brother’s treatment if you stepped out of line, • And in a world made with certain people who had abilities, they made sure to utilize yours, • Aka the ability to change your appearance and voice to fit it, • They had you as a thief, and with your skill and ability you quickly became notorious around the city, • Which made you extremely paranoid, causing you to constantly switch appearances, • I don’t mean switching looks every minute or something bizarre, • I mean you never showed your true appearance anymore, you were always someone else and started to panic at the thought of people seeing the real you, • So you stayed in your place by day planning heists the gang had sent you to do, and went on the missions by night, • And you hated everything about the way you lived, but you knew your brother was getting better, so you kept at it, • The gang sent you a particularly dangerous heist one night, and you did not think it was a wise idea at all, • Like there were shit tonnes of guards and cameras and the switch overs were smooth and the codes hard to crack, • As a thief, you were known to be able to go in and out before anyone would even realise anything was gone, shifting into guards or ceo’s or customers, • And you trained your ability to perfection, having no flaws in your transformation and being able to quickly switch features, • A master™ • But you plan this near impossible heist anyway because you have to, you have everything to lose, • And while bits of the heist are a bit by chance or freestyle, • You hate yourself for being quite confidant, as always, • But heists had started going wrong lately, • A guard unconvinced and almost omniscient, • Or the whole place closed for a day as if they already knew, • Little things going wrong preventing the heists and causing them to go wrong, • You didn’t know how because they were all planned to perfection, but something was happening, • You heard whispers of a mole but no one ever told you anything so you had no idea really, • So you’re dropped off by the usual gruff looking men who are going to wait down the street, safe for them, • You where dressed as a medium height middle aged woman with brown hair, trying to blend in with the people around you,

• Like a chameleon damn, • You float into the bank and act naturally, milling around the atm’s and looking at posters, • A boy around your actual age seems to keep glancing at you, which sets your nerves off, • Not only is he cute, it’d be insanely weird for someone his age to be staring at a middle aged lady, • You try to sway away from his prying eyes and keep your heart at normal pace and prevent your hands shaking, • You always got nerves before a heist and this dude really wasn’t helping, • At all, • Smh doesn’t he know it’s rude to stare? • You’re nearly set on going over there and telling him yourself, but with your ‘can I see the manager’ hair style you play your role and send him a disapproving mum glare and shake you head, moving on, • Perfect, v realistic, • But the dude doesn’t stop sending u shady side eyes, so you decide to get the hell on with it, • So your eyes scan the floor before slipping into a side door, • Smooth as always, might I add, • You change your appearance quickly into a guard and take out a hand mirror quickly to check that you’re perfect, • Indeed you are perfect,

•You were about to take off down the hall when the door slides open again, • You’re about to get into character when the boy from earlier locks eyes with you and lunges, • You dodge as quick as a whippet and a fight™ ensues, • You can tell idk how to write a fight omg, • DW I’ll get better, • You’re both incredibly good to the point you defo know this ain’t just a usual kid who’s taken some martial arts classes, • Because as soon as you dodge one punch and throw your own, he’s dodged that and is launching another assault with a knee or elbow,

• He keeps saying something along the line of 'Stop I’m trying to help’ but you ain’t buying no shady nonsense, • And you’re both getting pretty beaten, bruises and small cuts appearing, a bloody nose or a broken finger, • But shit really hits the fan when a guard comes round the corner and then you’re both in for it, • You’re internally having a meltdown you’ve never had to deal with this before, • And then your tryna fight the boy and the guards and - shit, • A bullet grazes your leg but it instantly burns and shocks you to hell, • Your appearance flickers before returning to the middle aged lady aka the wrong disguise, who0ps, • Your leg burns and the shock throws you off balance long enough for the boy to wrap an arm around your shoulder and have you against a wall in a second, • You’re about to swing your leg back to hit him when chloroform and damn you’re out cold, • Actually outraged in your knocked out state, • Who DaRe? • Like you don’t blame them, you’re a damn thief, tbh you’d probs knock yourself out if you were in their situation, • but hOw DaRe tHey? • And you’re defo worried about who just chloroformed you but whatever, • Idek if you can think all this while passed out but you find a way, • You wake up with someone’s hand on your forehead and you stay still, trying to gather your bearings and figure stuff out before you let them know you’re awake, • I mean the hand thing is so weird but you deal with it you til you gather that your head’s also in someone’s lap and your skin is tingling and you decide this is very weird, • I mean not a hard conclusion to come to but a conclusion all the same, • You slowly open one eye and wow, • Bright lights, • But you soldier through it and stare straight ahead at the face of the boy ahead of you, • You’re about to jump out of your skin but the boys eyes are closed and he looks so peaceful with flawless skin and a slight frown, his brow creased in concentration, • And then you realise your leg doesn’t burn and your hand and knuckles don’t scream like they did before you dropped, • And you realise he’s someone like you, he’s a healer, • And it makes your heart fly with joy, you’ve found someone else with an ability and all of a sudden you feel safer, • Especially because he’s a healer, • But then your eyes trail to your arm and your body and all the safety is thrown away, • You have no disguise, no fake face or fake voice; it’s purely you and it makes you dizzy and sick, • He must sense your panic because his eyes crack open and he smiles widely at you, removing his hand from your forehead, • Wow his smile settles your heart and warms your cheeks, • A million questions run through your foggy brain, where are we and what happened? Who is he and why is he so cute? Where’s the boy from before and what’s going to happen when your former gang know you’re not with them? • “Y/N, right? I’m Daehwi, and give me a sec and I’ll tell you all the gossip,” • While his soft voice is calming when you sit up, a wave of dizziness hits you like a wrecking ball ridden by Miley cirus • (Wow my pop culture references about 5 years too late), •But despite your swimming head you quickly change your skin, opting for the first thing you can think of, which happens to be Daehwi, • You change your hair quickly and alter your face and body to match his within seconds, • You’re kinda embarrassed that you just changed into him but you’re panicking, • While the boy next to you may have seen your face, you’d prefer if no one else would, • “That’s increadible,” • The look on Daehwi’s face, as well has his bubbly laugh, makes you flush but you’re heart is still beating a mile a minute and your chest feels a little too tight, • “While that’s really cool, and I’m really flattered, I thought your natural face was much prettier,” • Your face (or is it Daehwi’s?) blushes violently at the comment but the fact you don’t look like yourself calms you a little, • “A healer, then?” • You ask simply to change the subject, although it’s pretty obvious at this point, • “Yep, not one of the coolest abilities but pretty handy. You’re obviously a shape shifter, damn the whole city knows you’re a shape shifter, but seeing it myself, damn, it’s way cooler than I thought” • He talks in such a laid back manner, leaning back onto his hands, his whole presence relaxing, • He really suits his ability, • “I think healing’s the best ability, you get to help,” • Your voice is quiet but your words are the truth, and you can see Daehwi’s about to reply when the door swings open and the boy from earlier wonders in, doing a double take at the two Daehwi’s sat on the bed and sighing before dropping down into a nearby chair, • He’s hardly met you and he’s already done with your shit lmao, • But you’re eyeing him suspiciously because this guy FRICKEN chloroformed you and you still have no answers as to what the hell is going when he launched into a Hella Long explanation, • To put it simply,

• Daehwi and the boy, Guanlin, are part of an organisation that rescue abilities from sticky situations and tries to stop the people with abilities for using them nastily, • (Avengers who?) • There was indeed a mole in your gang as they planned to rescue you whilst intercepting a heist of yours, • They didn’t expect you to fight so defiantly back but I mean, • So then you explain that you’re really not nasty, I mean you used to put milk in before your cereal but yOu’vE cHanGeD, • You explain your situation and they agreed that they’ll see what they can do for your brother and you feel like you might cry because this is too good to be true, • Half convinced this is some awful experiment or teasing you, • So you spend a few days in the room you wake up in, just in case, in which you discover is actually Daehwi’s room, • Which is kinda awkward, • But you honestly can’t ask for a better first friend in the base they have there, • Daehwi is oh so patient, painfully so, encouraging you to take your time and helps introduce you to the many people in the base, most of which have powers themselves which blows your mind a little

• You’ve never seen so many abilities, • And it takes you a while to trust Guanlin, but as soon as you do you realise he’s just a goof and you apologise endlessly for hurting him, • And you start helping out at the base, doing small missions to help others by using your ability, • And it feels good, • Especially when you can come back to Daehwi at the end of the day and laugh and relax into the night, • And you visit your brother for a very emotional reunion and he’s getting better and life just seems to be good,

• And in the middle of it all is Daehwi, who you would trust with your life, • I mean he is a healer many people trust him with their lives,

• So you’re sat in his room (or your now shared one - you refuse to sleep anywhere else, feeling unsafe) chatting into the night, • When you both reach a lull in conversation, • “Y/N, why do you never walk, or sleep, or eat, or live in your normal skin?” • The question is so out of the blue that your eyes snap to his, • Which rest on you, • They always rest on you, • And you try to figure out a way to say it without feeling stupid, • Because in your mind it is a whole concept and fear, but there aren’t enough words to describe how you feel, and to condense your thoughts into words belittles them endlessly, • “It’s scary, showing your true self. I used to fear people would recognise me and arrest me, for being a thief, but nowadays it’s almost as if I don’t trust people enough. Enough to see my face,” • You pick your words carefully but still feel as if it’s a weak excuse, • “You don’t trust me, y/n?” • His words shock you, make you question yourself, and you look into those soft, open eyes and brace yourself, •You know he’s right as you relax, completely relax for the first time in years, letting all of your facade melt away to show your true skin, your true eyes, your true being, • And there’s something in Daehwi’s eyes that you love as he looks at your pure self,

• You feel insanely exposed but Daehwi himself settles you, • And you know you no longer need to hide yourself from Daehwi anymore when he leans over, wrapping an arm around your real hips, • Cups the back of your head, • And gently smiles and he places his lips on your real ones,

#lee daehwi #daehwi #i always get confused with his name lmao #wanna one #ww1 #pd 101 #produce 101 #imagines #scenarios #headcanons #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #superpower au #power au #abilities #wanna one scenario #wanna one imagines #og admin

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mysafehaneul · 7 years ago

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BTS as the kdrama Characters i want them to play

Kim Seokjin :

Doctor!!

Nurse

Idk i want it to be medical related!!!!

Jeez.... Like the flirty one who hits on rather say compliments everyone

Has dated most of the nurses but cuts them off in the sweetest way possible!! #noharshfeels

Even Granny's like him....

Him Being Himself he'll flirt with them... amazing with kids

Prince for young girls...

"hey *looks at the name tag* Christy! What a beautiful name just like the person *makes her blush* can u pass this file to the female ward in charge *walks away after handing the file* and ya *turns* your eyes tell me a story i could hear over and over again wanna grab coffee sometimes *winks*

WhAt An A-hole..... (But i love him)

Min Yoongi :

Mystery writer

Or an architecture firm Ceo

If a mystery writer always hanging out the police station to get more information and flaws in his fic character

Silent majority of the time

If architecture, boi oh boi.. man he gonna be a perfectionist af!! #igaurantee

His assistant would have a crush on him (whom M i kidding all of the employees even the men who are confused would have a crush on him)

When he is in a party....... Man if he sets an eye on a person he is going home with them #nostringsattached

Jung Hoseok :

Duuuudee!!!! He gonna be teacher!

DANCE TEACHER!!! Damnn boi.... G2g i have to screame first....

Those hips don't lie boi....

Every female dancer/student in the college may hava crush on him... Sometimes work harder to get his praise, if u mess up! Dude if its minor it's ok

But mess up bad you're totally sure u dont wanna attend the next few classes feeling abit embarrassed

When u go back after the class he will try to apologise n make a good teacher student relationship

He just doesn't likes imperfections!!

Had an unappreciating family...

But still in contact with his omma

Appa idek.... But I'm sure he misses him

Good in bed... But doesn't fucks around that much as his passion keeps him busy!!

Had a affair with the yoga teacher in the past.!!

Kim Namjoon:

"Detective kim on duty sir!"

Analyst mind

Good on solving mystery crime

Joins 1+1 within matter on mins (1+1 means one hint + other= solving case) (phsss i can also join 1+1 its= giyomi)

" I think the driver is the killer...as he had all the valid reason to kill the man.. *after introgation* You were right Kim! Keep it up"

Doesn't sleep around...

Broke up with his girl to keep up with work commitments...

Most of the times busy!!!

Proud parents

Mother pushing for marriage lol basic!

Has a German Shepherd!! Rescued one! Always attentive!!

Clubbing but only grinding or even blow job.... but no.sleeping

Park Jimin

Single dad!

Beautiful daughter

When he was a college fuck boi! He knocked up someone bad, which ended up giving him the reason to wake up every single day

Ceo

CEO!

C-to the-E- towards the fucking- O!!

Chief Executive Officer

U gotta make way for a jibooty in those suit pants even his assistant couldn't help himself and checks him out forget the female workers!!

His mother may not be a fan of his daughter that much but as the time passes she loves her... Even if she tries she is her grand daughter! The babygirl is already grandpa's princess!

U don't wanna get on his nerves!

He may be small but his body is enough to make anyone feel under his dominance

Never fuck him over... For sure

He may not be with that many women!

But when he sleeps he never! I mean never brings the women over his place it would have a bad impact upon his daughter!

Hottest Ceo dad of the year! Tho!!

Kim Taehyung

Bitch keep ur dick inside ur pants

The fuck boi of the year goes to him #nodoubts

Playboy! Enjoys his fathers money! Gonna take over his Daddy's empire! Soon....

Mama's Boy! That's why he lives the fullest.... Only Son!

Woo's everyone

Gold heart! But not for everyone!

Everybody loves u bae

But! Who's your daddy in the bed

*smirks*

Tounge disrespect

Yet to fall in love... Cos he cuts ppl off before they start catching feels

Spoils his sugar babies

Jeon Jungkook:::

Boxer!

Fight for my way u muscle pig!

Illegal fight cos he wants to pay off his fathers debt

Fucks one girl!! But no feel for her he just wants to take out his frustration

Was an orphan! Taken in at the age of 12 by a trained boxer who ended up as a alcoholic gambler

Have u seen the upper cut he gives before finishing off the fight. Shesus!!

A+ student

Quiet

Goal oriented

Rides. A. Bullet. Bike

Leather is his shit!

He invented black jeans!!

#feedback appreciated #kpop imagine #i want y/n as their female lead #kdrama #thanks for reading #lol i was just bored #kdrama is my shiteu #kpop smut #kpop angst #kpop fluff #bts imagine #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff

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the-last-airbadger · 7 years ago

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My 2017

The end of the year is in sight, and so it is time to, once again, write a long post in which I look back on the past year and get all sentimental and stuff. It’s fun! And since I’ve kinda made an annual tradition out of it, why the fuck not?

I’m gonna be using the same questions/categories as I did last year for maximum comparison (and so I know what to write about), so if you want to read last year’s post, I’ll link it here: (x)

The Beginning of 2017 vs. Now I definately think that there’s a huge difference between the beginning of the year and the end. When this year started, I was sooooo busy with school. I had multiple test weeks coming up and I was behind on almost all my subjects. The stress of all that stuff caused me to feel really unhappy, and apart from that my transition also wasn’t really moving forward. And now? Now I’m five months on T, finished with school, and even though work is still stressfull at the moment and I’m still not really happy, I can say that I’m a lot happier than I was at the beginning of the year. I also feel like at the beginning of the year I was kinda stuck in a negative mindset. I felt lonely all the time, and I had just started to realise that I was a very insecure person and I felt really lonely and busy and isolated and I just wasn’t in a good place, ya know? And I feel like in the past year I’ve become better at dealing with my insecurities and with jealousy, which has increased the value I have of myself, which has definately improved my quality of life.

So, to summarise it: Since the beginning of the year I’ve reached multiple of my goals, reached some milestones and, most importantly, I’ve grown as a person.

Best things about 2017 So many good things happened this year! I don’t even know where to begin, so I’ll try to start with things that happened at the beginning of the year and just see where it leads me. I hope I won’t forget anything lmao.

Okay, so first of all, Voltron season 2, 3 and 4 were all released this year! Three seasons! That’s crazy! I didn’t really enjoy the last two that much, but damn, season 2 was really fun! Other tv shows that got new seasons this year were Stranger Things, Doctor Who (I can’t believe I’ve only finished the tenth doctors seasons this year! I can’t believe I’ve not been into Doctor Who for more than a year! It’s so much funn!!!!), Brooklyn Nine-Nine (which reminds me, I started watching “the good place” this year! Amazing show!), and Sense8! Speaking of sense8, I only started watching it in the beginning of this year, and it has easily become one of my favourite shows ever! I’m so glad I got to watch this show this year!

Then in february, I discovered the band One Ok Rock, which is one of my favourite bands at the moment. It’s crazy to think I haven’t even known them for a year, because they’ve become such an integral part of my music library. And so have Lindsey Stirling and Ed Sheeran by the way! I went to a Lindsey Stirling concert in March and have become a huge fan of her latest album “brave enough” ever since then. And Ed Sheeran’s album “Devide” had some amazing songs on it that I connected with instantly and have helped me through some hard times. I really can’t believe I’ve only been listening to these songs for like nine months or something. It feels like it’s been forever. The same goes for a certain musical genre by the way, but we’ll get into that later!!

Then in may, two amazing things happened, first of all I got to perform on a huge stage with my choir, and met some famous dutch people there! Roel van Velzen for example! That was crazy! We were on TV!!!

The second thing is, I finished my exams and was done with school! This made me feel sooooo much happier. I instantly just felt a lot better and suddenly had time to do stuff I liked, like read and write and play the piano. Honestly, those months (end of may - end of august) were some of the best months I’ve had in a loooong time. I wish I could go back sometimes lmao.

So yeah, I graduated, turned eightteen, went to Ireland for the first time. All of that stuff was amazing. Then, on the 28th of june, I went to the hospital and got one of the best surprises I’ve ever gotten. I COULD FINALLY, FINALLY, GO ON T! If I had to pick my best day of the year, I’d probably choose this day. Testosterone has already improved my life so much and I’ve only been on it for five months. I can’t imagine how much it will change me in the next year and I also can’t wait to find out!!

Oh, and after that, I GOT INTO KPOP! I started really listening to Day6 during my vacation to ireland, but around the end of august/beginning of september, I started to get really really into SHINee, and in extention, to kpop. Honestly, this might sound dramatic, but Day6 and SHINee have added so much to my life. Their music and just their personalities never fail to make me smile, and they bring me comfort when I feel down. Since a few weeks, BTS has also been added to that list. Their music and the members just really mean a lot to me, so I’d say kpop is definately one of the best things that happened to me this year.

Then I got a job in september, and I can’t really remember if anything big has happened since then. The only thing I can really think of is I SAW JACKSEPTICEYE LIVE! That evening was such a fun evening and it was awesome to finally get to see one of my heroes in person and to be in the same room with him and see that he’s actually real, haha. I don’t think I’ve screamed that much anywhere else this year.

Oh, and I also went to my first pride this year! Sadly, I couldn’t stay there very long because of work, but it was amazing and I can’t wait to go again!

I also started my youtube channel this year, which is cool. I really love making content for it, but unfortunately it takes a lot of time that I usually don’t have. I hope I’ll be able to keep it up for another year!

So, I think that’s it for this year. If you look at it like this it’s actually quite a lot of positive stuff! That’s always good.

OH AND HOW COULD I FORGET I went to london with my mom this year! It was only two nights but it was amazing and I had loads of fun there!

And another thing I wanted to add is I feel like I’ve become a lot closer with my friends this past year. I guess that’s just what happens when you know them for a year longer, but idk. We see eachother a lot less than last year and despite that we’ve only become closer and I think that’s a really amazing thing.

OH, and I started to watch the You’re So Brave podcast by Chase Ross & Aaron Ansuini and oh my god have these dudes helped me a lot in the past year. Thank you guys so so much!!!

My resolutions for 2017? I haven’t looked at my resolutions for this year since I posted them last year... oops. But I remember quite a few of them and I believe I’ve achieved some of them so I’m just going to copy-paste them here and adress them all individually

Go on Testosterone, for real this time - Did that!! I went on T on the 28th of July 2017 and am now Five months and Three days on T!

Write more! - .... well I guess I failed that one. I wrote exactly four pages in the past year

Save money and buy new jeans, flannels and hoodies - I did save money, and bought my favourite flannel, hoodie and jeans this year, so I guess that counts

Finish School! - DID THAT

Read a lot of books! - Sadly, I didn’t manage to achieve my reading goal on goodreads. I only read 22 books this year when I wanted to read 35. Last year, I read about the same amount, so I’d count this as a fail.

Stay Hydrated! - Idek if I did this lmao. I did become more aware of what I’m eating and what I should eat more and less to stay healthy, so I’m going to count this as a win

Try to make my tumblr blog a safe and positive place for everyone - I’ll let you guys be the judge of that

Stay positive - I’ve definately tried this, so that’s good enough

Try to be the best person I can be - I’ve become a lot more self aware the past year, and I did find out what my flaws were and how to work on them, so I think I did this.

Fight my insecurities - As I’ve stated in the beginning of this post, I think I’ve become better at dealing with them, so I’d say yeah, I did that!

Reach 200 followers on tumblr!! - Did that! I’ve got about 280 followers now!!

So yeah, overall I think I did pretty good in the past year! Better than I expected at least haha

Expectations for 2018 Okay, let’s see. I’m expecting I’ll keep my job until around june/july. I’ll turn nineteen in june, and I’m going to see Paramore, Markiplier, Ed Sheeran and Dan and Phil live this year! Really looking forward to that!! Then in september I’m going to start university, and I think that I’m going to have Top-Surgery somewhere between september and december of this year. Apart from that I don’t really know what to expect. I think university will be quite easy for me education-wise, and hard social-wise, since I’m not good around strangers and might have some slight social anxiety. But apart from that I don’t really have a clear vision for the future. I am probably going to start learing how to drive so I might get my driver’s liscence this year. Who knows? It’ll be a mystery until I’ve lived it guys.

2018 Resolutions? I am feeling ambitious rn so I’m probably gonna set the bar too high but oh well who cares let’s do this

Finally decide what to study

Get Top-Surgery

Write at least 100 pages of a story

Accomplish my reading challenge on goodreads (I’m gonna try 35 books again)

Start University

Make new friends

Stop with my acting classes

Learn how to drive

Improve my drawing skills (maybe make a comic?)

Reach 300 followers on Tumblr

Get more than 20 subs on Youtube and consistently create content for my channel

Learn Divenire on the Piano

Dye my hair

Continue to shower every day (Hygene is important!)

Start working out/exercising regularely

Get new glasses

And yeah, that’s it! I hope you’ve all enjoyed going along on this journey through my past year with me. Looking back on the past year is always one of my favourite parts of new year’s eve. It’s so good to look back and see all that you’ve accomplished in a year and it just makes me really sentimental and stuff and I like that.

Anyways, I hope you all have a great evening, and I’ll see you guys next year!

#personal #idk how else to tag this lol

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TRIBES SWAPPED AT THIS POINT.

charlotte make this fucking post already before i combust

YES THIS IS SO PERFECT!!! I WAS SO FUCKED ON THIS TRIBE! NOW I GET A SECOND CHANCE TO NOT BE A FLOP LETS GO LADIES! GOD BLESS

LMFAO LMFAO ME JORDAN AND LILY ARE SAME TRIBE ITS OVER ALREADY WE GOT THIS

I AM WITH LOGAN NUT NUT NUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I'm away from Madeline and Joradn and Toph and :( I'm worried! But I chose Kai so that's fun hopefully he'll stick with me fjndsfjsdak I'm gonna try to bond with Madison oh my this is a mess

A 3-3 split on this tribe, I need to find an idol just in case, I'm not willing to go to rocks for Toph and I'm sure he is not for me. Lets see how this goes, Madeline exposing me as her friend already. Lets just win my Hippos, I don't want to go to tribal.

Jaiden.... on my tribe again.... I like him but.... BUT... BUT he talks too much he's going to ruin my game GRRR. Hi Jaiden I love you but you WORRY ME

Ugh I'm like REALLY emo I was separated from Jordan and Madeline what the FUCK we got the best scores WE DIDN'T EARN THISjdjasfklas i miss them rip. and now like everyone on my tribe is.... asleep. They're like ALL europeans. GET UP U FUCKS I NEED TO TALK TO U Also I'm going to make an alliance with one representative from each country and call it the United Nations... I'm just working on it okay it's going to happen

WAIT FUCK IM AWAY FROM RHONE TOO WTF... I didn't think this through last night but honestly my second choice was Logan for the thing (first choice because I wanted him over Kai but I was scared of Madeline and Jordan) so like this wouldn't be very different but ugh. Toph, Rhone, Jordan, Madeline, and Ruthie (I forgot to talk about Ruthie I love her) are gone and I'm EMO AS HECK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NICHOLAS IS PLAYING THIS GAME? I knew this but forgot, I remember he as INACTIVE and got a strike during the selfie round, eventually I hope I can get on his tribe I know he would tell me if he heard my name.

Um another thing. I'm so happy to be on a yellow tribe. I love yellow it's the color of positivity and sunshine and that's me

WOW THIS FUCKING TRIBE SWAP! WHAT THE HELLFUCK! THIS IS SO GOOD! Okay, so. Accordan to Jordan, Rhone wants to work alongside me JP and Nicholas, which I would be fine with. We're also excited for/planning to work with Jack as the trio of Jordan and his students, so... This is probably the most secure I've been all game. I was good on the Hippo tribe, but now I know for sure that I'm alright. But there's one other thing that excites me here, and that's our challenge potential. Sure, that's a general good thing, but it's super cool in my case for one specific reason. I've never been to a premerge Athena tribal. Watch my streak continue.

Time to work my charm on this tribe HOPEFULLY I can find someone trustworthy to work closely with! I've played a game with Ian before and I mean, I thought he didn't like me after but we've talked since then a little and I'm excited that we have another chance to play and maybe start over, he may be the number one to tell all my tea to that I'm looking for!

On 10/16/17, at 10:46 PM, Emily wrote: > hi!! On 10/16/17, at 10:48 PM, Madison 🐷🐷🐷 wrote: > hi! On 10/16/17, at 10:48 PM, Emily wrote: > how are u!! It's currently 11:38pm. Good talk, Madison ;)

Hello my mates! 18 Castaways are left. So, the Swap happened and I am okay with my tribe so far. I get along well with Emily, but I'm a bit concerned that she picked Kai to stay on her team. I'm cautious around him. I'm back with Amanda and I don't really trust her anymore lol, but for now it's best to stick together, especially after what she's been through in the vote. But for now, I still want to talk a bit with Madison and Logan. I feel like I'm not the first target at the moment with a clear group of 2 in play and the old target on Amanda's back. I don't have that much to talk about yet, but I'm keen to get a bit more social now - last week was very heavy on the irl side. But I'm happy to be on a tribe that's so european. :D Cya soon~

Ahh this tribe is pretty lit. I feel really safe within it. I have logan, Emily, Andreas and Amanda ahh this amazing Time to win a game

https://youtu.be/TKydLkGHuNc

I miss having people be awake and I’m awake and having an active tribe wtf happened I hate

I really need these Europeans to wake the fuck up why was I put on a tribe with ALL OF THE EUROPEANS WHAT IS THIS FDMJKLSAJLK I just want their input on the song ideas and they're absent because they're sleeping and I get that but also FUCK THAT WTF I just want to get started with this challenge I'm excited and energized and avoiding doing my homework

I just love Logan

So I'm definitely happy with this new tribe. Lily, Jordan and Nicholas are all people I wanted to work with on Hippolyta so for them to all be here means that we can lose a challenge and probably be okay! I'm completely indifferent towards Jack and Raymond honestly. I'm so bad at connecting w people sometimes especially men, idk why. I'm just slow to warm up to people I guess. I HATE music video challenges because I'm really busy IRL and don't have time for this shit quite frankly. Idek what I'm gonna contribute to this challenge yet so I guess I'll just have to see what I'm able to do tonight.

OKAY NEW TRIBE WOOOOO! Rankdown! Emily - THE SWEETEST SWEET BEAN. Obviously I want to work with her going forward. She'll be my new like f6. She'll beat me past that, comp queen. Kai - My literal son? I love him. He's a good one, and I wanna see if I can make this hoe my goat. I'm not going to be a goat this game, but I'll see if I can be a goat farmer :~) Madison - My inactive queen. I can EASILY make her my goat. I know she _can_ get far in games, and I'd like to take her there again. Hopefully I can make her loyal and keep her out of the crosshairs by feeding her limited information. If she thinks I'm gonna just tell her shit, I can hold onto that relationship for a long ass time. Andreas and Amanda - Both of them talk to me about the same, and these are my first targets to go. While they're both sweet, I don't think they'll end up being much help to the tribe, aside from Andreas winning reward for us. Amanda didn't even guess, not that I'm shocked. I told people this would happen. They didn't believe me. I'm never fucking wrong.

ok so im hella bored at school 1. i am super stoked about the new tribes still! this is GREAT! i have been put into that hippo alliance which makes me think that i am in a p good position bc they see me as a semi-inactive goat type but they also need my vote to keep majority for now so im gonna keep on doing me ~ 2. the reward disadvantage thingy is probably good. it lets us most likely go to tribal and vote someone out which usually isn't a good thing but now i can use my vote as currency to prove loyalty! 3. this challenge? is perfect for my game right now because it lets me participate for once and prove i am an asset to the tribe for now! people are usually reluctant to submit for lip syncs but idc what people think about me so u know my dramatic ass will submit! ok thats it for now yeehaw

I’m on mobile so I can’t quote rn but Logan: Can we just make a pact now Logan: we’re not letting Jordan pines get anywhere near the end of this fucking game Listen, I know he’s right, but... UGH I NEED TO LISTEN TO LOGAN WHO I KNOW WILL BE A BETTER ALLY TO ME jwnjwwnjwnwjwn maybe Jordan will go out pre merge so I don’t have to show anyone my cards regarding him lmao but who can never be sure????

Was awesome to not be given the disadvantage, I'm not sure what all went in their decision as to who to give it to but glad it wasn't us. This challenge is the most dreaded aspect of these games for me. I'd rather have winterbells two rounds in a row than a music video

I feel like this is a school group project that I do my portion for but then I don’t get the portions from any one else until an hour before class. I’m gonna cry tbh Europeans please it’s like 3-4 your time WHERE IS UR SHIT and like literally this song is only three minutes long the least you can do is record yourself lip syncing to the song and upload it to YouTube and send me the link I’m SCREAMING

Okay Amanda is at the emergency room that’s um a very valid excuse but WHERE THE FUCCCCC ARE KAI AND MADISON?? Andreas and Logan told me they were filming later today but @Madison @Kai HENLO U STINKY TRIBE MEMBERS WHERE R U

Omg SO I just got out of my American History class and we have been talking about WWII so my teacher is talking about double agents and this guy called Garbo and I’m literally sitting in class thinking ... this is a genius strategy to use in Survivor I’m crying!!! So like basically I’m going to be Garbo, posing as a German and feeding the Germans accurate information up until D-Day where I fuck everything up for the Germans and get right with the British. D-Day meaning ... the day we take out Germany's closest ally. Germany meaning literally any person I want to screw over and British being ... probably Logan and whomever Logan and I want to work with. See like this would work out better if things were actually happening in the game wkwjwjnsja ... I don’t think much is happening on my tribe (at least I hope not) like I haven’t been put into any alliances so that’s :-/ there’s probably an alliance I don’t know about and they’re plotting against me and I won’t even be able to use my cute Garbo strategy. Also like this is an old and flawed strategy I’m sure but IM JUST TRYING TO BE GARBO OKAY he’s an icon and tbh a very big reason why the Axis Powers lost WWII so we all need to appreciate Garbo. Also if this dude’s name isn’t Garbo then my history teacher told me wrong and I’m just looking really silly but my history teacher is a woke bitch so I trust him. Thank you Garbo for doing the good shit and also inspiring me for this game lol

Anyone want to learn more about Agent Garbo? Um here are articles: http://www.npr.org/2012/07/07/156189716/agent-garbo-the-spy-who-lied-about-d-day https://www.mi5.gov.uk/agent-garbo HISTORY IS IMPORTANT!!!

On 10/19/17, at 3:30 PM, Emily wrote: > hey!! are u able to record videos for the music video challenge? if u can’t it’s no big deal I was just wondering On 10/19/17, at 3:30 PM, Kai . wrote: > Unfortunately not... i did mention it in the tribe chat already xD > Sowwy hun On 10/19/17, at 3:31 PM, Emily wrote: > it’s all good!! OH BITCH I DID NOT NEED THAT FUCKIN ATTITUDE this is me hinting to Kai that he should ... send in a video lmao. I get that like he doesn't have much time but three minutes P L E A S E it's going to be so weird if our video has three people in it! I'm getting Madison to send in a lip sync too (possibly) so that makes me not frustrated with her but like ....... Kai with this attitude "I did mention it in the tribe chat already xD" SHUT THE FUCK UP use REAL FUCKING EMOJIS and then he calls me "HUN" BITCHD FJKDSJFKAS I love over reaction but anyways our video is going to be weird because like Logan, Andreas, and I are the only ones who have submitted stuff!!!!!! UGLY!!!!!

I actually had a lot of fun filming for the challenge! Wish I could've gotten that bass line down a little better...smh I'm really surprised about Jordan. He's like a Sour Patch Kid -- first they're sour, then they're sweet. I just hosted him in Island of Shade and it's funny how I went from literally having his bitch ass blocked after House of Shade 9 to now where we're allies and kind of...friends? He's really matured in the couple of years we've known each other and it's actually really sweet to see. I do feel like he's a great ally for me because he's stronger than me in competitions and I crush him in any endgame scenario presuming I don't totally bungle my social game at the merge (and there's a non-zero chance of that happening tbqh). He's a genuinely good person even if he is kind of irritating at times. I'm like six years older than him so of course I'm gonna find him irritating lmao. Can't really say much about anyone else on this new tribe. Just not getting a great vibe from Raymond, Jack hasn't really tried to talk to me, and I trust Lily and Nicholas but they're both pretty inactive. I feel like Jordan and I are kind of the heart of this tribe right now, which hopefully means if we do lose this challenge we'll be safe. I just really hope someone I wanted to work with in this game doesn't get swapfucked tomorrow! :(

Here is the first draft that I’m submitting a confession to prove that ... only half of our tribe has submitted and we have five hours unrbabsjwbwjwb https://youtu.be/idbuRp73rig I’m literally,,,, CRYING what the HECK where is EVERYONE PLEASE HELP ME why can’t kai submit like wtf. Logan also told me not to expect much out of Madison so WOOHOO!!! I LOVE LOSING IMMUNITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HONESTLY the main thing I've learned from all this is not to listen to what anyone has told me about other people.

Logan

YASSSS MY FIRST IMMUNITY WIN! I DON'T HAVE TO PLAN A TRIBAL COUNCIL! OR NOTHING! I'M SO HAPPY! Prayers for my boy Raymond but yAS!

This is amazing. I was worried that if we lost and i didnt actuallt participate thered be a higher chance of me being voted out but i still feel super safe and in a good position with everyone!

Yay I’m glad we won! I am excited to watch all these!

The Men Lips came out with that WIN HONEY! I’m so happy! How did we do that I’m really shook. I have such low confidence in myself I really did not expect out tribe to win wowie snabajbanan now I get a day off! How fun! I’m sick rn so like that’s good all I want to do is watch Buzzfeed Unsolved and wait for this announcement that Charlotte/LA/JD were talking about earlier.... hmm. If we’re tribe swapping AGAIN I’ll cry sksbsjsnsjs but honestly? Not so bad. I don’t really like my tribe too much but of course I love Logan lol. And Andreas is cool. Anyway YAY WE WON

“i liked the knives and the cat. i also liked the girl waving around the knives. that was the highlight for me.” I WAS THE HIGHLIGHT FOR HER SJJSNSNSNS IM HONORED

Also fun fact: my dad yelled at me for using his expensive professional binoculars because I didn’t put them in their case correctly when I like put them up lol. But it was worth it honey we won-y

Hello again! There's a rainbow outside my window right now. https://i.imgur.com/1KZpEFA.jpg BECAUSE WE JUST WON IMMUNITY! I really didn't expect that since I didn't give it my best, but oh well... I am not complaining. :) Emily did most of the work, props to her. Logan contributed as much as I did. Amanda, Kai and Madison are MIA - even in chat for the most part. But that won't matter too much right now. Also yay, it was fun winning the Reward Challenge by punishing that cheeky A1 placement. CHECKMATE ANTELOPES! There were no Antelopes in Ancient Greece. And soon there won't be any in Themyscira. I am already a bit scared about the next Challenge, but for now, I'll have a relaxed evening. Also, if Madison doesn't start doing much soon, we'll have an easy target SHOULD we go to Tribal Council in the near future. See ya again in Round 4 :)

okay so going into tribal tonight i feel good! i have my og hippo alliance of 4 and then i have good enough bonds with raymond and jack to where i dont think that they would come for me if given the chance. the logical thing to do is to vote out someone who didn't contribute on the challenge, but i know that isn't going to happen because if the og hippo alliance falls apart then that leaves a lot of room for uncertainty. however i do know if we go to tribal more than 1 more time after this i will be the next one to leave the game because i am the lowest on the totem pole for the og hippo alliance. it sucks and i don't want to do it but i think i have no choice but to vote with the hippos damnit

( AS MADELINE )

Wow Madeline is annoying huh?

Oh my god that last confessional was ME djxjsjdjf

(((((Host: bitch >.> ))))

Love Antiope turning into the new Copa... not a good run so far. I'm siding with the Hippolyta majority to vote out Raymond, and after that, me, Jordan, and Lily will become the majority if we have to vote someone out again. Or maybe I'm just gonna get voted out and then I'll just die. Who knows.

#whatidoisnotuptoyou #athena11 #episodes

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