#okay so i'm assuming that whoever she is talking to maybe backs out cause

[offrikter]

a low chuckle rumbles from deep within his chest, an echo of the savage world that surrounds them. her smile, that sweet façade she’s crafted, is almost comical. he leans against a nearby tree, his arms crossing over his chest. “oh, I remember all right.” the question had not been directed at him, but to another who has weaseled their way out just behind her. but they don't last long looking over to see and confirm who the gruff voice belongs to. flicker of a smile dances across his lips, showing teeth that had seen their share of violence. “as for getting hurt… that’s a risk we're all willing to take in this new world, princess.” he stepped closer, pushing away from the tree, eyes gleaming with challenge. the other scrambles back within the walls of feign safety. “but if you’re too squeamish to get your hands dirty…” he pauses, letting the implication hang in the air, thick with tension. “then maybe it’s you who shouldn’t be following me.”

a  smile  crosses  delicate  features,   voice  wrapped  in  dripping  honey  and  draped  with  feigned  sweetness  as  if  it  would  disguise  the  crude  words  falling  from  her  lips.     ❛  you  still  remember  how  to  kill,  right  ?  ❜  she  asks,  a  statement  more  than  a  question,  and  perhaps  if  listened  closely  resembling  an  order.  she  hates  getting  her  hands  dirty,  bloody  actually  and  death  always  sticks  and  lingers  too  long.  “  i  mean  if  not,  don’t  follow  me  .”  you’d  be  useless  .  a  thought  that  would  never  escape  her  and  threaten  her  facade  she’d  tailored  flawlessly.  “  i  don’t  want  you  to  get  hurt  .  ”

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 : OPEN 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : that one secret exit to get outside

[kteezy997]

I’ve never seen someone do this with Timmy so :

Maybe reader is a masseur and when she massages timothée things get spicy

Oh fuck yes I love this

massage room//t.c.

warnings: workplace smut, handjob, male and female receiving oral sex, doggystyle, cumshot

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head when you looked at your schedule for the day. Did you read it right? Your last appointment of the day was Timothee Chalamet. As in uber famous Hollywood actor, Timothee Chalamet? Was this even real?

You peeked out into the lobby of the salon, and there he was. In the flesh. Like a tall drink of curly-headed water.

You couldn't believe it. Whoever took the call to make his appointment just jotted his name down, like it was no big deal? How was no one else among the salon employees aware of who was coming in? For he was the most beautiful and talented movie star since Elizabeth Taylor.

You were just stunned at the whole situation. But you had to get yourself and your massage room together, because his appointment time was inching closer.

You were anxious to meet him, as you had been watching him in movies and crushing on him for years now. But you drank some cold water and tried to calm yourself. You were a professional. He was only a typical client. A very hot and sophisticated client, but it did not matter. He would get the same treatment from you as any other person.

You walked out to greet your client; you saw him relaxing on one of the couches in the lobby sitting area. "Mr. Chalamet?"

He shook his curls out of his face as he looked up, smiling.

"I am ready for you. My name is y/n, you can follow me." you smiled politely back a him, trying to not dwell on his charm.

"Perfect." Timothee said, standing up from the couch.

You turned on your heels, leading the way to the back room.

...........

You entered the room, Timothee right behind you. "Thank you for coming in, Mr. Chalamet. I hope you enjoy your experience today."

"Oh, you can just call me Timmy. And the lady I talked to on the phone highly recommended you, so you must be one of the best here."

"Oh, well, I don't know about that, but I will do my best to make you feel better." you turned to face him, "Are there any problem areas for you that I need to give special attention to?"

"Ugh, yeah my back muscles have been really sore lately."

"Okay, sounds good. I assume you've been working on your feet a lot?"

"Yes," he combed his fingers through his hair, "feels like I've been working nonstop lately. Sorry if I seem tired, it's cause I am." he chuckled.

You giggled, "Hopefully I can get some of that stress out of you and you'll be feeling more comfortable. Now, you're scheduled for a one-hour massage, so I'll be working on your full body. I'll give you a moment in private to undress down to whatever your comfort level is. And I'll have you start out laying on your front."

"Is it okay if...I'm naked during the massage?" he crooked an eyebrow at you.

You nearly blushed at the thought of him naked, then you caught yourself, "That is perfectly acceptable. It is most important that you are comfortable. I'll be back in a couple of minutes, Timmy."

"Sounds great, y/n." he smiled softly, starting to take his jacket off, his eyes wandered down your body.

You almost forgot that you needed to leave the room. "Oh, sorry." you laughed at yourself, leaving the room quickly. You could hear him chuckle lightly at you.

Timothee Chalamet had checked you out. You were certain that's what he was doing. And you were going to put your hands on his body?? NO! You are a trained and certified professional. There was nothing sexual or erotic about what was to happen in that room. This was your job. You were providing an innocent service to this man. Right?

.........

You gave Timmy a short amount of time to get undressed and then get comfortable on the massage table, then knocked on the door.

"I'm ready, you can come in." he called from inside the room.

The sound of the calming spa music and the mist from the humidifier in the room brought you to your senses. This is what you did every day. Timmy was no different than any other client.

You found him lying on his stomach as you had instructed him. His cute little bubble butt exposed. You shook your head, getting rid of your filthy thoughts. You then took the blanket on the table and covered him up to his waist with it.

You didn't speak as you lubed your hands up with lotion. You almost always remained quiet during your massages, so that the client can be at their most relaxed state.

As you pressed your hands into his muscles, you said, "If the pressure is too much, just let me know."

Timmy hummed an, "Okay." underneath you.

You went into your massage routine, finding the hard and tender spots up in his shoulders. As you worked out his knots, you took notice of his smooth, pale skin, and his many sprawling freckles all along his back. He didn't make a sound or move at all as you got the deep kinks out, and you knew that they had to be painful. "Be sure to drink plenty of water this evening, to flush out all of those knots, Timmy." you said.

His body was built thin, but his muscles were firm. He was healthy and strong, you could tell. You moved around toward his feet to massage his legs. His calves were tight, so you gave them a good kneading with your fingers.

Next were his feet which were rather long and bony. But they weren't smelly or hairy, so you were glad. Timmy actually smelled quite nice, like soap and a little bit of musk.

"Okay, Timmy, you may turn over onto your back now. Take it nice and slow." you said, as thirty minutes had gone by, and you had finished his back side.

He did as you instructed, slowly turning over to lay on his back. As he settled comfortably, you tucked the blanket along his waistline again.

Timmy's eyes were closed, so he didn't see you bite your lip as he turned over. His chest and abs were super defined. You imagined your tongue running down the lines and valleys of his body, and flicking over his tiny, cute nipples.

You pumped some more lotion into your hands, warming the cream between your palms before spreading your hands over his chest.

You heard a soft, contented sigh leave his throat. You smiled, please with yourself at making him comfortable. Thus was the goal of the massage therapist: to soothe your clients.

"You're great with your hands, y/n." Timmy said, opening his eyes under hooded lids and looking at you.

"So I've heard." you answered, running your fingertips under his collarbones.

"Is it weird if I watch you work?" he asked.

You swallowed, continuing your hand movements along his chest. "No, this is your appointment, sir, you may do as you wish."

"As I wish?" he repeated. You could practically hear the smirk toying with his lips.

"I just mean you should do what makes you comfortable." you moved up, pushing your fingers into his shoulders. The more he talked to you, the more nervous you felt.

"Are you always so professional sounding, y/n?"

"When I am on the clock, yes, Mr. Chalamet." you answered, rubbing and massaging his upper arms.

"What if I paid you to stay after you got off the clock?"

You blushed, but kept your poise, "Well, if you're paying me, sir, am I not on the clock still?"

"Touche." he said simply, then rested quietly, closing his eyes for several minutes as you massaged his forearms and his hands.

You fought the urge to nibble and suck on his long fingers. As you circled your thumbs into his palm, you stared idly at his hands, wondering how his fingers would feel inside of you. Gently, you set his arm down on the table.

You moved down slightly to work on his abdomen, and then his lower body. You rubbed your fingers in your taught patterns along his abdominal muscles, mentally reminding yourself that you were a professional. Though Timmy's previous offer gave hints to something perhaps not so professional.

"What are you thinking, y/n?" came his soft voice, "And be honest." It was as if he had known you for years and could see right through you.

"Um, nothing, sir, I'm just working." you made a feeble attempt to resist the temptation of this man. He was winning.

"I think you're lying." his tone was slightly harsher now. "Are you thinking about my cock? Don't lie to me." He moved up, propping himself onto his elbows and looking at you.

Okay, it was time to play. "Hmm, maybe I am, Mr. Chalamet." You looked at him.

"Well, you should know that I can't stop thinking about your tits. Not even those scrubs can hide how nice they are."

"Really? You think so?" you teased, placing your hands over your boobs.

"Yeah." he replied, tucking his tongue between his teeth cheekily.

"Well, Mr. Chalamet,"

"Timmy." he corrected you.

"Timmy," pushed your hair back off your shoulder, trying to exude confidence, "you show me yours; I'll show you mine." you grinned.

"Take the blanket off me." he demanded.

"Hm." you hummed, leaning over and pulling the big, white blanket off of his lower body, leaving him totally exposed. His cock was long and half hard already. You were genuinely intrigued by the size of him.

"Now take your clothes off." he ordered, not making a move from the massage table.

"So bossy, Timmy." you teased, but shed your uniform and underwear anyway.

The instant your breasts were free, he groped them, "Fuck, they're so nice." He pinched each of your nipples between his long fingers.

You were turned on the second he touched you, and you started to get wet. "Should I massage your cock for you?"

"Yes, please." he answered, leaning back on the table again.

You got the bottle of lotion, and he watched you pump some straight onto his cock. You then set the bottle back down and wrapped your hands around his length. You worked your hands up and down on him, slowly at first.

You looked at Timmy's face as you stroked his cock. His eyes closed, lips pressed together, he let out a "mmm" sound. He began to move his hips upward to meet the rhythm of your hands.

You rolled your wrists back and forth, creating a tight friction on his smooth cock. The lotion worked wonderfully for a hand job. Timmy's cock got fully hard for you, and you had never seen a cock stand so tall. A tiny bead of precum seeped out of his tip. You felt desperate to taste it.

You leaned forward to put your mouth around the tip of his cock. You put your tongue on the saltiness of his precum, then swirled your tongue around him. You took your mouth off of him to lick a stripe from his base to the tip, then you put him back in your mouth to suck.

You moaned at how good his cock felt sliding in and out of your mouth. Timmy kept a firm grip on your hair. You gently massage his balls with your hands, then used your tongue on them.

"Oh, y/n." Timmy cooed.

You licked you hand and jerked his cock again, looking at his shiny, slick body all lubed up from the massage. You licked the head of his cock, then said, "You know, looking like that could get a man ridden to death."

"Yeah?" Timmy raised his brows, "Well, let's see." he made the "come here" motion with his fingers.

You took the invitation to climb onto him. You straddled his waist, and held his cock as you sunk your pussy onto it. His cock introduced a massive pressure inside of you. "Fuck, Timmy." you sighed.

He put his hands on your hips, digging his fingers into your skin.

You grabbed onto his abs, then softly started moving to and fro, getting a feel for his cock, letting it stretch you. You picked up speed, riding him fast, having an image of riding a bull in your mind. You whimpered at the pleasure his cock gave as it hit your g spot.

"Up and down, please." Timmy huffed out the request.

"Yes sir." you said, grinning as you bounced on his dick. You could hear the slapping of damp skin on skin, your ass hit his thighs over and over. You cursed again, tightening your hold on his body, probably scratching him, but he didn't seem to mind.

You felt Timmy's hand gripping your hips, and he slowly started to shake you back and forth as you were fucking him up and down.

The head of his cock hit your g spot with each thrust. It was immaculate. It was pleasure like you hadn't known before. You cried out, you squeezed your breasts, as you trembled on the brink of orgasm.

You knew you were coming, you stopped your movements, pressing your hands onto his chest so you wouldn't fall. You nearly collapsed onto him, huffing and puffing, trying to catch your breath.

Timmy put his arms around you and gave you a kiss on the side of your head. Without a word, he got out from under you.

You felt an instant sense of cold and emptiness once his skin was no longer on yours and you thought that he was going to leave.

Before you could even process it happening, Timmy grabbed you, pulling you to the edge of the table. You gasped as he brought your ass up.

He spread your pussy lips from behind you, and you felt his warm breath on your clit. He swiped his tongue over your pussy, his hands squeezing your ass as he did so.

Your body shook as you were overwhelmed with pleasure.

Timmy suckled your clit between his lips, then dipped his tongue onto it. He did it over and over again, in a pattern that drove you crazy. You moaned his name like he was God.

His mouth left your pussy, but he quickly replaced the sensation with a swift push of his cock all the way inside you, making your toes curl.

"Oh, my fucking god." you purred, taking a grip onto the blanket beside you.

Timmy held onto your waist firmly as he pumped his cock in and out of you. You could hear him breathing hard and grunting. "Do you fuck all of your clients, y/n?"

"No!" you cried. He thrusted deep into you, making you pause before you could say another word. "I've never done anything like this before."

He grabbed your ass by the handful, ramming you hard and fast now, "I knew you were a good girl, ahh, I could just tell." He leaned onto your body, pushed you down onto your chest, then drilled into you.

You moaned wildly; the legs of the massage table creaked as the table shook. Timmy might break the table, but you didn't care.

"Fuck." he muttered, pulling his cock out of you.

You raised up, looked behind you to see him jerking himself and he came in white streams on your ass cheek.

Timmy groaned in the most feral way. Coming down from his high, he looked at you.

You giggled as your eyes met, you couldn't believe the filth that just transpired in your workplace, and how much you loved it.

"I'll be coming back here for sure." Timmy declared.

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🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 8🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 8 "Fracas at the Frostyfaire Folk Festival"

Timestamp: 00:16:14

Video Length: 3min. & 37sec.

Kristen gets a vision and hears a familiar voice! 😱 + Theories about Cassandra and the Pride Armor!

Brennan: "As you do so, all of you hear Kristen's stomach growl and gurgle as well."

Kristen's stomach: *gurgling sounds; magical chimes*

Emily: "Is it contagious?!" 😭😭

Brennan: "And Kristen, you get a sudden flash of red. You are back in the wizard's food court for a second. You see glass and red light. You hear a scream of a familiar voice and sudden silence. And then you look into Adaine's open eyes as you are reviving her, and you see a reflection in her eyes of blood splattered on the ground somewhere."

Ally: "Is the voice Cassandra?"

Brennan: "It is not Cassadra's, but you cannot delve deeper into that. It's a voice you recognize, but you can't get more information about it."

Fig: "Okay, Cassandra had someone coming after her. Did it seem like that? 'Cause I've been thinking about the fact that she's doubt would completely destabilize the entire pantheon, right? If gods get their power from faith, and she's doubt, she might have had a mark on her externally-"

Kristen: "Oh, Interesting."

Fig: "...from your ministrations." 💀

Kristen: "Yeah."

Adaine: "Yeah, maybe it's not your fault at all. Maybe it's completely nothing to do with you."

Kristen: "I think I... Yeah, I definitely killed her, but I do wonder-" 😭😭

(players snickering) 😂😭💀✋

Kristen: "Okay, okay. Wait, wait, 'cause this kinda feels like thematically what everything is ****ing feeling like at school. Aguefort represented nuance and weirdness and he's gone, and now it's extremely strict and by the book."

Fig: "Yeah, and without doubt, you just have rigid faith, which shatters and has no flexibility."

Riz: "Is it possible that things are being changed right now by Aguefort being back in time?"

Kristen: "Oh my gosh, yeah."

Adaine: "Oh. That he's changing things in the past that are affecting things in the present?"

Ally: "He's like- microwaving a burrito and it's ruining everything." *Laughs*

Riz: "Also, can we talk for a second about how insane that was?"

Fabian: "Yes, wait. I wanted to let you guys get your thoughts out. What the **** just happened?"

Riz: "Dust mites, and then you just got knocked out?"

Adaine: "I'm assuming this has just been in a box for, like-"

Riz: "Fig was just helping you read a book."

Fabian: "Everyone felt like- Did everyone else get shrimp vibes from that?"

Kristen: "That was shrimp vibes."

Fabian: "Just kind of like a nasty chain reaction?!"

Fig: "Yeah! It's me, okay? Look, my Bardics are cursed, I think. I think I'm cursed."

Siobhan: "Can I do an Arcana check on Fig?"

Brennan: "Do an Arcana check right now."

Emily: "I lay down like a patient on a table."

Siobhan: *rolls dice*

Lou: "Yes, I'm also going to do an Arcana check."

Siobhan: "24. I got a 24."

Murph: "Yeah, I'll Investigate Fig."

Emily: "Everyone Arcana check me!"

Murph: "21."

Siobhan: "How yogurt-y is she smelling right now?"

Brennan: "As you guys put these texts and tomes to the side and begin to Investigate Fig-"

Murph: "I know what I could do. The Gregorian Necktie can do Detect Evil and Good."

Ally: "Ohhhh."

Siobhan: "Oh."

Emily: "Oh, well."

Murph: "Well, Outside of just the-"

Brennan: "As you do the necktie, it beeps, and a fiendish aura surrounds Fig, not her own innate one."

Siobhan: "Ooooo!"

Riz: "Okay. Yeah, no, you're cursed for sure."

Fig: "Yeah, I think-"

Fabian: "Totally cursed."

Fig: "I think whoever- I put Wretchrot on it. I'm trying to find out-"

Riz: "Oh, good."

Fig: "Yeah, yeah. I deputized Wretchrot."

Siobhan: "Reliable."

Fig: "I'm trying to find out, I think it's whoever owned the pride armor."

Riz: "We don't know who that is."

Fig: "I'm paying, maybe, a debt that Gilear owes."

Kristen: "Yogurt!" 😂🤣💀

😂😂😂 The laughs!!! It really sounded like Kristen had cracked something!!! 😂🤣💀😭✋

Fig: "Yes?"

Siobhan: "I was thinking it's 'cause he was a straight man wearing pride armor."

Ally: "Yogurt! Yeah, the pride armor was rainbow." 😂😂🤣🤣🌈🌈

Siobhan: "I'm an ally! The A stands for ally!"

[bluesylveon2]

AOT Season 4 The Final Chapters Thoughts:

Crunchyroll won't let me screenshot so I will write out my thoughts instead:

I like how this part of Season 4 is Armin-centric. The first part was dedicated to Eren and then the second part was dedicated to Mikasa

Yall I lowkey forgot Armin gets kidnapped by the okapi titan

The cgi continues to improve for aot. However, you can tell MAPPA's budget went to jjk because of the amount of fanservice they are giving 😂

The Survey Corps vs past titans shifters fight was so good!!! I liked watching it more than reading it because you could see what happens in the action. Also the scene with Pieck running toward the Warhammer titan was hilarious

I like the detail of the gray people and the colored baby. The baby represents the future and it being colored represents the hope of getting through the Rumbling. I like how everything became colored once the titans stopped moving.

Levi finally killing Zeke was satisfying. Now Zeke can be reborn as Toji in jjk because we know stuff is going down there too lol

Can I just say that I love the aruani scenes? Like Annie immediately asks where's Armin but tries to play it off and Mikasa was not buying it! Then there was the other part where Annie saves Armin and AHHHH I loved it!! Her dad better be impressed if Annie got with Armin cause he is so cool

Okay that hallucigenia thing needed to go. We don't even know where it went after Eren died. We assume it died with him because everyone turned back to normal. Also, I guess every titan had a piece of hallucigenia in them, specifically in their spine that connects their CNS and their PNS. It turning others into titans was it's way to "multiply" and keep it alive

The eremika kiss was not as creepy as I remember in the manga. The lighting helped it a lot. I remember reading that part and questioning what was Isayama thinking when he wrote that

I like to think of Eren as Lelouch from Code Geass, except Lelouch lived to see the effects of what he did. Eren had no choice but to die after wiping out 80% of humanity.

On that thought, there was one part where Armin was like "we can't have conflict if we destroy the outside world." Well, we already saw at the beginning of S4 that is not the case. There will always be conflict in the world. We even see it today. Sure, Eren could have killed everyone, but you still have conflict within Paradis. We saw it already with the Jaegerists. Eren helped his friends have a peaceful life but that would end eventually once they passed.

I sobbed at the part with everyone reuniting. It was sweet in the manga, it was sweet now

Historia's daughter is so cute!!!!

I like the ending even if it is slightly different from the manga. Of course you get the 104 + Pieck coming to Paradis (Jean looking great as always lol), Mikasa seeing birb Eren, Onyakopon and Yelena (finally) helping out, Levi with the kids, and Falco/Gabi planting a tree to signify new beginnings

Now...my only complaint about this episode was the credits. WHY DID THEY MAKE IT SMALL??? i WANTED TO KNOW WHO MIKASA MARRIED!!!! I liked the detail with the other kid tho. The boy sees the tree with a hole and walks in. I think this is Isayama's way of showing that titans can return and Eren would be the new Ymir. I'm not too certain, but it would suck for Eren because he would not be free. Maybe the kid could be the new Ymir? Who knows? My question would be how would titans survive modern day. Obviously they would evolve, but can they survive modern technology. We may not use swords much anymore but there is nuclear technology.

(Edit: it is possible Mikasa married Jean based on what we see in the anime/manga. I feel like that's not a good ending for either one of them because a) Mikasa's heart belongs to Eren. It's like Rose from the Titanic. Basically, Mikasa won't love Jean or whoever she married fully. b) Jean seems to be busy conducting the peace talks with the others. Idk if he would have time for Mikasa unless they were both cool with it. c) I think it's just not a good ending for either of them. I felt bad for Mikasa throughout the whole episode and that as her ending is...idk...I would feel even bad for her)

I know Isayama is done with the series but i have questions I want answered!!! 😭 Still, I got into this fandom back in 2013 and it has been a good 10 years. I met a lot of great people from the fandom who I still talk to today. Aot is my favorite anime and I plan on rewatching the anime or buy the manga in the future. Now it is time for me to go to the next fandom aka twst lol

[tachvintlogic]

The Lightning Conductor 12/20 entry commentary

Oh boy a Molly letter!

It's lucky your poor dear hair is getting conspicuous by its absence, or it would stand up on end, I don't doubt, when you read a few lines farther. So, you see, even baldness is a blessing in disguise.

Oh this is going going to be good

I have deserted Aunt Mary and Jimmy Payne in a gorge. I am alone in a hotel - with Brown. Yet I ask you to suspend judgment; I have not exactly eloped.

You just left your aunt in a pit? What?

It is all Jimmy Payne's fault.

Well, I assumed that. But can they get out? Oh, wait. This is the car crash Jack was talking about.

I won't tell tales out of school, especially as the tables were rather turned on the poor fellow at Carcassonne

I get why Molly wouldn't want to tell her dad about the fact that Jimmy incited an angry mob with his reckless driving, but I don't know. Maybe it would be a good idea to tell him that the guy he wants Molly to get together with ran over someone while driving drunk.

he hinted darkly of most exciting events in which we were intimately concerned, which would in all probability take place at Cannes, if we could only arrive there soon enough.

He knows.

I couldn't get him to tell me what they were, but I fancy Aunt Mary is at least partly in his confidence. She wouldn't betray him, but she assured me that to miss the treat in store for us would mean lasting regret. And she was bursting with importance and mystery.

She knows.

thought we were finished, and I'm afraid I shut my eyes. "Just like a girl!" O yes, thank you; I know that; but I didn't know it or anything else at that minute.

Is shutting your eyes while your car crashes girly? Idk, it seems like in a tense situation where seeing does you no good, you might as well protect your delicate light sensors.

I must pay Brown back; he can't refuse such a thing as that, though it seems he has taken a sort of pledge against accepting tips in his professional career. Funny, isn't it?

It's because he's secretly rich.

I didn't like to humiliate a guest by superseding him with a servant, capable as the servant is, so I said that I hoped he would be very careful, and we started on again

I would put whoever's a better driver in the driver's seat. Think of it this way: Jimmy can't admit that he can't driver and Brown should without hurting his own pride. By forcing him out of the driver's seat and Brown into it, Jimmy is saved not just from that particular humiliation, but also the humiliation of causing more accidents.

I saw now that I ought never to have let Jimmy Payne drive the car.

Honestly, it's perplexing that the angry mob didn't lose him driving privileges forever. He had to almost kill everyone.

I keep reminding myself that the top speeds of these cars isn't what it is today. In modern times Jimmy's driving would kill someone.

Okay so, the car flew off the road into a meadow, but that's not the gouge that she abandoned Aunt Mary and Jimmy in, or at least I don't think it is.

[Aunt Mary] was willing to let me go unchaperoned save by him, for the sake of retaining Jimmy Payne's protecting presence herself.

I don't think Jimmy's presence is very protecting.

As for Jimmy, it was easy to see that he didn't like the idea at all; but he had jarred himself a good deal in his eccentric fall, and evidently funked another tramp. He had limped ostentatiously every step of the way to Le Beausset.

Wait, there was room on the carriage for Aunt Mary, but not the guy who's clearly limping? Or is he exaggerating?

The hotel was rather full, and all the private sitting rooms were gone, otherwise I might have had dinner upstairs; but I drew the line at dining abjectly in a bedroom. Still, I didn't quite like the idea of sailing into a big salle à manger, alone, with a bound-up wrist, and perhaps making an exhibition of myself cutting up meat in a one-handed way.

Okay, it was mostly practical assuming she doesn't want to tell her father that she likes Brown/Jack.

[T]he telegram was from Aunt Mary. "Don't send carriage. Prefer stay here to driving in such storm. Feel sure you are safe without us."

Aunt Mary sure is a fair weather friend, isn't she? So Molly was speaking metaphorically about the gouge.

Okay, so Molly doesn't suspect. Interesting.

[espressodepressogirl]

It's been 3 years since I posted here but heeere we fucking go.

First off, holy shit the app has changed and after ten long fucking years they finally added a read more option into the app. About fucking time.

Anyway, existential crisis hours on deck.

Like all my blood tests are coming back as fucked as ever. Somehow my imaging said my liver is fine. Yay, I guess, but the whole area hurts like a mother fucker. I don't get how they excuse that shit, but I have to assume they're using statistics and it's likely I have a thinner rib cage than average, so even though my liver is on the larger end of acceptable it's just too large for what my body can accommodate. The tech that did it said she can see it's enlarged enough to impact my heart and breathing, but whoever officially signed off said it's okay. Who the fuck knows.

My bloodwork is as fucked as ever. Since the hepatitis came back negative that's one issue that's knocked off the list, but my levels they're monitoring are so fucked. So far I'm coming up negative for illnesses that can be tested for, but that leaves no answers for how I got here. My strongest guess is that it's based on my medication, but aside from my mounjaro shot everything else was out of my system by the time I took my blood tests.

Also I don't even know if this is necessarily based on my medication. The meds I was given are standards for my situation. Mounjaro to help the pre diabetic symptoms and weight loss, metformin for blood sugar, birth control pills to prevent cramping, and spironolactone to act as an androgen blocker. All super standard to take together for PCOS. I don't necessarily understand how they could have lead to these issues. At most maybe the metformin since I had a back reaction to another version, but who fucking knows.

The doctors are just releasing all my test results to me without talking to me first. I just keep seeing all the bad shit and I'm wondering why they aren't calling me or giving me a heads up. Right now I'm captain of the Google team trying to see what's possibly going on. All I can really gain is that I either have fatty liver issues, an infection of some sort that's not been available through a blood test, super lactic acidosis from the metformin, or non drinking based cirrhosis. All of which I have no idea how to address. The metformin one should have been resolved already since the body metabolizes it out in a few days, so my tests on 7/14 shouldn't have been worse than 7/5 when I stopped taking metformin on 7/7.

Aside from the cause, which is basically a null point, I don't know what to do. I feel as shitty as ever all the time. It feels like my organs are trying to burst out of my rib cage on the right side and I can't fucking breathe. On top of that I'm an emotional mess. Anything and everything sets me off and I don't know if it's the stress or what.

I'm so mad. I'm mad at my parents for never giving a shit about my health since I was a kid. I'm mad at my mom for prioritizing her desire to avoid doctors over my wellbeing. I'm mad that when she got over that bs it was only for herself so I could play nurse maid for her. I'm mad that I couldn't afford to go to the doctor on my own for years. I'm mad that my body has failed me despite my best efforts. I'm mad I wasn't just born normal. I'm mad I was so neglected that no one cared. I'm mad that I've watched my life pass by. I'm mad that I've come last in every close irl relationship I've ever had. I'm mad that I haven't experienced true happiness in years. I'm mad about my lack of love life. I'm mad that my genetic issues made me so ugly and fucked up. I'm just mad that I can't fucking win no matter how hard I try.

I just wanted a basic, normal life for a woman. So a bit of college, work, get married, live with my husband and have a happy, modest life. I didn't want much, I never asked for anything if I couldn't do it myself. I don't know what I did wrong to not deserve that. I don't understand what else God or the fates want out of me. To die? Alone and unloved? Surrounded by my parents that couldn't have cared about me in the first place? Worst of all is that aside from my parents I only have two friends. Neither can see me. I'm stuck rotting in their house just slaving at schoolwork on the off chance I make it through and I don't want GPA to be bad. I wish I wasn't such a try hard and could just relax, but I can't even chill out if I tried. My professors will not excuse my work and give me an incomplete to finish later. I can't sit still if someone does something for me because my mother raised me to be her caretaker rather than my mother taking care of me. Wild concept that me, with fucking liver failure to the point my doctor doesn't know how I'm alive, is having to rush around my mother to cook and clean when I'm here to be on bed rest in the first place.

I wish I wasn't stuck here, but I'm sort of trapped. My parents won't leave me alone and I know it's because they care. It's just very much too little too late. Where were these fucks they had to give when allllll this shit began in spring of 2013? Why did they not care when I told them I was throwing up at least once a day just a week ago? Suddenly they care. I have to assume it's because I'm their meal ticket. I have a feeling they only agreed to help put me through college again for the sake of cashing out when I finish and get to working since that's about the time dad retires. Can't have their meal ticket dying on them, I guess.

Makes me so frustrated. I lived my whole life for them. I did everything for them, to make them happy and proud. I drove myself crazy and to misery for them. Every social expectation they had I live up to. Every task they asked I completed. And for what? To live my life as their little puppet? I hate it. I've been disciplined so hard by those fuckers that I lived in Stockholm syndrome for my whole life. Even all these years later I won't be free, I don't think I would have ever been free unless they or I die. Whichever comes first.

Also I'm so fucking tired of my forever existial crisis of dying alone. And before now it's been a hint of sarcasm, like I had at least another 40 years to find someone, so like I would have hated living my life solo but it was an option. I don't even know if I'll have that option. It's such low hanging fruit of a goal as well. Just wanting a partner that genuinely loves me seems to be asking for too much. Really, really burns my tits when I try to talk to anyone. It's always "one day you'll meet someone" or "it'll happen when you least expect it" but it's always coming from people who are either in relationships or don't want one. Like of course that's easy to say, you don't know where I'm coming from. You don't know what it's like to live your whole adult life watching yourself get uglier and uglier. You don't know what it's like to insulted mid sex or find out how much your ex can't stand you. I can't even sleep around for fun to fix the void. I'm fucking demi as hell, I literally can't get turned on unless I feel something and I'm not so delusional to fall for a one night stand. On top of that it's no longer an option, I'm just stuck in pain from sitting, I highly doubt being jostled around during sex would be comfortable, much less pleasurable.

I'm disappointed looking back at my life. I have nothing to show for my whole existence. As an artist I've created nothing. I've never worked anything but dead end jobs. I couldn't even finish a real degree before my 30s. I have no family of my own, not even a boyfriend that lasts more than a few months. I can't even make more than two friends. I'm not even good at my hobbies. There's no goals and no dreams, I didn't even plan to live this long in the first place. I don't even have a purpose.

Is this all my life is? Mediocrity? What even was all this for? Why did I have to suffer all this time? Why was I even born? Is my life even worth the resources to continue it? Do I even want to get better? Would the world be better off without me?

[shadow-lag]

Promised add-on bc I have too much on her lol

(Commission from my friend JC, @//socorro-x. Featuring my other silly, Sunsprite.)

Alright some random notes I've have jotted down in my discord, a rapid fire. (These contain a lot of mk headcanons too bc I've really leaned into them being gsa partners and later great friends)

-Metaknight flying Nismo around bc she doesn't have wings of her own. Metaknight definitely has some scrap papers filled with early engineering drawings of "wings" for nismo. He had kept hold of them, stashed in a long forgotten folder of some dusty drawer after the war. After his battle with Galactaknight, he's probably left later wondering why he doesn't have horns, or why she never had wings. He quickly chalked it up to it being an aging thing (assuming gala is older), but deep down he believes it's the unnatural tampering from Nightmare, and loaths it.

-Nismo is *barely* taller than MetaKnight without boots (he is deeply wounded by this fact /hj) [also I had this headcanon written down that meta knight is below average height for a puffball due to his growth being tampered with and stunted during his time with nightmare. which I'm not sure about anymore but is kinda interesting!]

-OMG. NISMO. HER HORNS ARE MADE OF A SIMILAR CRYSTAL AS THE STAR ROD. BOTH CREATED BY MAGIC AND DO NOT EXIST NATURALLY. Since I'm thinking some failed experiment being the cause for her crystal horns (dont naturally occur for puffballs) Okay so maybe a bit op but like ?? Ayo?? Maybe Magolor and figure this out through his studying of the ancient times and long talks about adventures with Kirby.

-What's you're favorite color? *answers with a hex code of their very specific favorite color(s)*

-She loves glowberries and idc that those are minecraft

-She adores the waddle dees. Mostly bc of how cute they are in current times but also vastly respects their loyalty and dedication. As well as greatly appreciates their help and hard work in the GSA times.

-MK has gone on record to say that Nismos color reminds him of the orange ocean. Even when they are apart, flying the Halbert over the ocean brings back fond memories.

-Nismo loves all of the meta-knights like family and most certainly does not have any favorites (it's Sailor)

-Nismos horns grow continuously so she has to shave them down or use even stronger material to cut them. She can use this extra material to make things, she usually carves arrow heads out of it. This means those arrows are extremely powerful (and usually quite sharp) This crystal material isn't natural and she wasn't meant to grow horns. (Perhaps some ancient magic? Or void matter?)

-I think during her time in the GSA she would make spear heads for her favorite waddle dees (they were servants(?) in the GSA. Skilled with spears for backup, but they did mostly cooking and cleaning and such at the camps)

-Once she moved to dreamland, she would make a new bow from the fabled yggy woods, he had kindly offered her a fallen branch. She quickly befriended the greatly talked about bandana waddle dee (he's the talk of the town, spoken about highly amongst his fellow dees for his bravery and how he's such great representation for the dees as a whole) she thought highly of the waddle dees working in the GSA. After hearing all the adventures this one had been on, she had to check him out for herself. They become quick friends and she made him a spear in whole. Using some leftover wood from yggy and a crystal spear head.

-Even after the GSA disbanded, she kept her star symbol on her pauldron. Even though the war only really ended with kirby summoning the star rod, she wore it pridefully. They may have "lost" the war, but they put up the good fight. It was in honor of the fallen she would tell you.

-Crystal horns glow. Ever so slightly

-Nismo loved baking before joining the GSA, and therefore usually cooked for whoever she was stationed with. Due to being spoiled on this and only really learning war ration ass meals (mandatory training) is why metaknights cooking sucks lol

Alright!! That's all of them (I think-) mostly in order from my most recent notes to the older ones. I'm sure there's other scattered elsewhere. I have so much to say about her lol

Some more doodles lol

And! A whole clay figure of her!! Which unfortunately got knocked off my desk not once, but twice- and is no longer with us lmao

I think that's all!! Good luck everyone:D

@kirbyoctournament

Introducing...NISMO*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Prior GSA member, she is an archer powerhouse. Using arrowheads made from her unusual and ever-growing crystal horns, she can scope out hundreds of enemies from Nightmare Enterprises. Frequently sent to work with one of the GSA's top solider, Sir Metaknight. 🦇⚔️🫐

Though despite the sad appearance her masks downturned shape may portray, she is heeps more cheery then the blue knight. Often going as far to tease him, but always brightening his mood (even through his denial)

After the GSA decided to disband, she continued wearing her star badge. Through this, she managed to navigate her way through off-handed conversations and small mentions straight back to MK, and to the beautiful Dreamland. Where she meets the King's hoard of waddle dees. The GSA had plenty of trained waddle dees working to maintain and protect large bases, all in which she held high respects, but none were quite like the largely spoken about and highly regarded Bandana Dee. Whom she made very quick friends with, even going as far to use scrap Iggy Woods wood and her crystals to make him a custom spear. (A cherished gift)

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loverboy, talk of the town

BUCKY BARNES X FEM!READER || angst to fluff

summary; enemies to lovers but you're always mad at him and he's mad at everyone except you 💌 note; lots of swearing, avenger!reader

"Another mission fucked up because of James Buchanan Barnes!" you yelled, storming into Tony's office. Bucky followed, looking way too exhausted.

"I need to talk to whoever told her my full name," he said, plopping down on the leather couch.

"What happened now?" Tony asked, looking up from his computer. You started pacing the room angrily.

"We had a plan. Atleast I thought we did because one second I was in that godforsaken room and then he disappeared."

"I was taking care of the guards," Bucky murmured.

"We were supposed to take care of the fucking guards!" you snapped. "I circled around the institution looking for you. For three fucking hours!"

"Tony!" Scott walked inside the room, frowning at the tense climate. "I mean uhm- Mr. Stark. Tony works too, but I was excited and called you by your first—"

"I'll go," you interrupted.

"No wait, I'll go," Scott said, alarmed. "I didn't know there was a meeting."

"You are not the reason I'm pissed." You sent a pointed glare at Bucky while talking. "I'll just come back later."

"No, no, you aren't dismissed!" Tony said quickly. "Both of you!"

"I apologized," Bucky's eyes held no anger, which made you more frustrated. "I apologized a hundred times over."

Like the evil witch from Snow White, you laughed angrily. Maliciously.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked, looking scared. "You look a bit uhm..."

Crazy.

It was easy to appear crazy in front of Bucky.

He was Bucky Barnes, one of the most intimidating avengers right after Natasha. You fought with him at every turn, but he never yelled, never even glared at you. When the former Winter Soldier was calm one in a conversation, people automatically assumed you were the problem.

Or maybe he just had a soft spot for you. While he snapped at everyone he met and maintained a wall 24/7, he eased around you; which made hating him a lot harder than it needed to be.

"See? He apologized!" Tony said happily. "There, it's all fixed now."

"He apologized when he messed up the mission before this," you hissed. "And the one before it. AND the one before—"

"Alright, he apologizes a lot, we got it." Tony turned to the man in question. "Why can't you be more of a teammate? Do you think I like being threatened by Y/N every day?"

"I'm convinced she does that to everyone," Scott whispered, though no one paid any attention to him.

"I thought we were doing Plan B," Bucky said, strained. "I didn't know she was doing Plan C."

You gasped. "I told you three times that we're doing Plan C."

"You told me three times that we're not doing Plan O so I assumed we were doing B!"

"I SAID THAT WARNING FOR PLAN H!"

"Maybe don't have these many plans next time?" Scott suggested, and you glared him down. He raised his hands in surrender.

"I need to go," Bucky said promptly, getting up from the couch. You watched him disappear in disbelief.

"I was supposed to storm out! Me!" you yelled after him.

"What did you want?" Tony asked Scott before he could interrupt them again.

"Oh, your package is here," he replied with a wink. "I was about to go down to the storage room but I need a key card."

"Key card? What key card?" Tony appeared more confused. "I've never used a key card in my life."

"That's cause you own the whole place," you said, rolling your eyes. "Which explains the trashy interior design too. It's not bad, but it's not good either. Like your other decisions."

Tony sighed. "I see we're still on Bucky?"

"Just stop pairing me up with him, please," you whined, swallowing your pride. If you had to beg, you would. You'd do anything to save your last piece of sanity.

"We need someone to look after Bucky during missions."

"If you need a babysitter, ask someone else."

"Bucky doesn't want anyone else," Tony said, throwing his arms up in frustration. "You think I like seeing the two of you almost kill each other every day? Of course I tried pairing him up with other people. He refused."

You laughed humorlessly. "What do you mean he refused?"

"He said you're his partner, and that partners don't give up," he said, shrugging. "So if you have any problem with it, you should ask him to stop being stubborn."

"Partners? Bullshit."

Tony tilted his head to one side. "I know you're new to the avengers, but here we have each other's backs. All the time. Even if they're being a giant pain in the ass."

"Key card?" Scott asked softly.

"I have one," you said before Tony could snap. You needed to get out of that room anyway.

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When Scott switched on the light of the storage room, you saw it as your cue to leave. You saw it, but you ignored it too.

"Do you think I'm too harsh?" you asked, stepping into the bright light. Scott didn't seem to mind the company. That was one of the many things you liked about him. He was a goofy and loyal friend; which made you all the more guilty to not having spent more time with him.

"You're intimidating," he corrected, shrugging casually. "Not harsh though. You are angry on missions, but that's just the missions."

"What do you mean?"

"I used to work at McDonald's a long time ago. Didn't get this much money, but I was safe from monsters." He laughed nervously. "Please don't tell Tony that I said I'd rather work at McDonald's."

"I won't," you smiled, urging him to go on.

"Like I was saying, our missions are literally life or death. I think we're allowed to be angry during them."

You felt yourself relax. Pushing thoughts of Bucky away from your mind, you walked around the room in awe. Only Tony Stark could build a place where even the storage room looked like its own museum. The cupboards were filled with small gadgets, some of them too advanced for you to even try figuring out. The most interesting thing in the room was definitely the one Scott had just taken off a new box.

"What's that?" you asked, coming closer.

It resembled a TV screen, but it had buttons of different colors, as well as a headphone wire attached. It had no keyboard, nor did it look like a video game. Scott made a yelp of excitement.

"I'm probably not supposed to tell you this, but I present to you — the proof of multiverse!" he said, exhilarated. You just blinked. "Seriously? I expected applause at least."

"I don't get it," you shook your head. "How's this connected to multiverse? I thought that was a science myth."

"Science myths are never just myths," he said, tinkering with the wires. "Tony had this personally made with some of the best scientists in the world. He wasn't a fan of having multiple Tony Starks around the universe, but if there was a possibility of it happening, he wanted to be the first one to know."

"C'mon, you think this box is it?"

"Yup, I'm supposed to test-run it and make sure it's not a toy." He pressed a blue button, and the screen lit to life. "With this, I can type in a random universe code and it'll show me what's happening in their world."

"What the hell?" your mouth fell open. "Are you being real right now? Or is it like an elaborate prank 'cause I ate your cupcake last week?"

"Wait, you're the one who ate my custom-baked blueberry cupcake with vanilla frosting?"

You blinked. "Uhm, you were saying about multiverse? Exciting stuff!"

"Right... we're coming back to the cupcake later," he said firmly, turning his attention back to setting up the device. "Okay, it should be live in 3...2..."

The 1 choked on his throat, mainly because the device had started showing moving pictures, something he wasn't expecting at all. Sure, thermal radiation rays or other minorly exciting stuff could have occurred, but it was actually live. The excitement in him made him burn up from within.

"I CAN SEE!" he yelled, not knowing he was loud because of his headphones. "I SEE ME, HOLY FUCK THAT HAIRCUT IS SO FLATTERING. I SEE TONY HAHA I SEE- oh fuck."

He immediately shielded himself in front of the screen, taking off the headphones in an awkwardly quick way.

"What?" you asked, squinting your eyes in suspicion.

"Hmm, nothing," he said, forcing a smile. You scoffed.

"Let me see."

"No—"

"Scott!" your glare was such that he was forced to oblige.

You snatched the headphones from him and placed yourself in front of the screen, astonished at seeing yourself — or at least, a version of yourself.

You, I mean she, looked happy. She was walking across a house comfortably, which you assumed was hers. You immediately understood why Scott was reluctant to show you this. Y/N in that universe had just sat down on the couch, leaning her head against none other than Bucky.

You scowled, too shocked to form any coherent thoughts.

Bucky laughed as she said something.

"I have a high school reunion thing to go to," she then said, sighing. "Do you wanna come by? Could be boring though."

"Nothing is boring if it's with you," Bucky smiled, pressing a kiss against her head. "And guess what, I made strawberry ice cream while you were out."

"My favorite," she smirked, cuddling closer to him. "You're the best."

"Anything for Mrs. Barnes."

"No," you took off your headphones, throwing them at Scott. "No, no, no way in fucking hell. Please tell me this device isn't fucking real. Cause no way in fucking hell am I gonna be married to Bucky."

"I—"

"In any fucking universe! It's against the laws of nature."

"Let me—"

"Ridiculous. Utterly, miserably ridiculous."

"Now you're just repeating words," Scott said, cutting you off. "It's not that of a big deal. So you're married to Bucky in another universe, big deal! It's not even that surprising!"

Your mouth fell open, as if he just accused you of witchcraft.

"Excuse me?"

He immediately wished he hadn't said anything. "Uh—"

"What do you mean it's not that surprising?"

"Well, uhm, friends to lovers is my favorite troupe?" he said uncertainly.

"Bucky and I aren't friends. Archenemies is a better term."

"As much as astonishing this would be, I think he considers you a close friend," Scott explained cautiously. "Why else would he never fight with you? If he thinks you're his enemy, why would he hate that you yell at him?"

"He hates that I yell at him?"

"Wasn't- wasn't that obvious?" his words were lightly accusing. "He flinched when you were screaming in Tony's office."

"Oh."

You felt guilt creep in. Something about hurting Bucky made you wanna regret your life decisions. Now that you thought about it, Bucky didn't have an easy life. Of course he wouldn't want his partner to be angry with him too. Of course you messed up.

Cursing under your breath, you stormed out.

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"Knock knock?" you sat down beside Bucky, who was sitting outside the building like he usually does. "I come bearing ice cream."

He instantly smiled at seeing you, or the ice cream. Maybe a bit of both.

"This isn't strawberry," he said, frowning. "You usually buy strawberry, I thought that was your favorite."

You blushed, getting deja vu from the alternate universe. If he noticed it, he didn't say anything.

"I, uh, this flavor's good too," you stammered, forgetting the big speech you were going to say. You decided to wing it. "Listen uhm, I need to apologize."

He looked up from his bowl sharply. "No, I messed up the mission I—"

"I'm always angry at you but you're never angry at me," you interrupted. "I used to think it was some reverse psychology thing to get me more annoyed but, I'm sorry. It's me. I'm the problem."

"No," he shook his head. "I've been working alone for hundreds of years so I know I'm not the most perfect crime-fighting partner. It's okay for you to be transparent with me. I can take it."

"No, you can't."

"No I can't," he agreed just as fast, though his words were accompanied with a laugh. "I don't like you yelling at me. Or being disappointed in me. We'll both work on them, it's okay. But don't apologize again or I'll really get angry."

You bit back a smile. "Alright, what about this? Tomorrow, we can go to those rock climbing places you love. Bonding exercise? Unless you're busy or if it's boring I—"

"Nothing is boring if it's with you," he interrupted, a soft smile in place. "I'll see you then."

When he walked off, you tried to calm your beating heart, but to no avail. Suddenly, you were happy you saw the alternate universe.

You made a mental note to buy Scott his blueberry cupcake later.

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inspired by that scene from prodigal son!

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the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor

[poppinisperfection]

Peter Maximoff x Reader // Hello, Monica // WandaVision // Part 2

Part 1

Post Dark Phoenix X-Men & WandaVision fanfiction. FemReader and Peter Maximoff dating when he suddenly disappears.

Xavier returns and a plan is formed.

Word Count: 1892

Warnings: Emotional distress, mentions of violence, blood, gun wounds etc.

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(Y/n) sat by the screen, her vision blurring and bags forming under her eyes. The analog clock ticked with each second as Hank fiddled around with some tech, and the others sat on the floor half asleep. They had eventually contacted Xavier, and he promised to travel back to New York as fast as possible. That was hours ago, and now it was the middle of the night.

There was nothing they could do, even discussion led to nowhere; nothing about the situation made sense. Metal crashed on the floor, causing Scott to Jolt awake and Kurt to bamf in surprise as Professor McCoy gave a frustrated grunt at his clumsiness. The disturbance didn't phase (Y/n) though, as she read the line for the thousandth time,

"Please stand by."

She was somewhere between breaking into tears and punching every wall she saw. In short, (Y/n) was desperate. After hours of thinking, she finally allowed her eyes to close for longer than a short blink. Her mind was crashing around like a restless ocean, and she found herself drowning inside endless possibilities. But at the centre of it all was his face, his smile, his voice... him.

Suddenly the doors opened with a whoosh, and (Y/n) turned her attention towards whoever was entering the labs. A determined looking man wheeled in, locking with (Y/n)'s blood-shot eyes. An alabaster-haired, umber-skinned, and confident woman followed him; shooting a look of concern towards the group.

"Xavier-" Hank exclaimed with some relief at the Professor's appearance. The bald man gave a small hum in response, but he continued to near (Y/n) instead of making conversation. He placed a hand out and gave her a kind look.

"May I?" he crooned in his English accent, as the (h/c) lady nodded and placed her head forward. Closing his eyes and placing two fingers on her temple, and another on his own - Xavier began to see the whole story, without anyone saying a single word. After a few seconds, his pulled back and gave a sharp sigh.

"(Y/n), I am so sorry." the wise man's voice faltered after feeling the gut-wrenching fear that swept through her mind. The worried girl said nothing, but just tried to keep the strength on her face instead of breaking down into tears. "You've got a location?" Xavier turned to the beastly professor, trying to solve the mystery.

"Sort of- I mean, it's unbelievable Charles." he grabbed some pages and handed them to his colleague, "It's like he's traveled to another universe; I've only heard about theories of multiverses, but this- this is more evidence than anything I've ever read..." Hank rambled on, as even Charles Xavier- telepathic mastermind- look on in shock.

Before anyone could say anything, the old computer screen buzzed and the image shifted. (Y/n)'s tired eyes widened as she sat on the edge of her seat. Even Kurt teleported closer in an effort to not miss a second of the developing situation. A lead guitar began to play, and the opening credits rolled...

The group we're unsure if it was the same show, as it looked completely different in style. But their doubts were cleared when that same woman showed up, slamming the door using some sort of powers.

"She's a mutant..." (Y/n) mumbled, as the others looked on in confusion. The opening continued to play on as more characters were shown - most of which they had never seen before. Then finally, a speedy friend appeared.

"As himself?" Scott added, reading the credits. (Y/n) stared at the title and mentally recorded it.

"It's like they're a family." Kurt noticed as Peter integrated himself so naturally with them. The pair of young boys started to monologue about halloween.

"Halloween? This just gets more and more confusing." Scott rubbed his forehead in bewilderment. Ororo stood beside them, barely comprehending what she was watching. She had previously offered to look after the students while the situation was being investigated, and that lost time had undoubtedly caused her to miss a lot of information.

"So Pete's on TV?" Storm questioned in a baffled tone. The silver haired fellow lay on a couch as the twin boys discussed him, and they referred to him as their uncle. "Okay, somebody needs to expla-" she began, but was cut off as Xavier placed a finger to his temple and transferred the information she had missed. Ororo gave a soft gasp, but ultimately was relieved to be filled in. Since the professor had learned about the situation from (Y/n), some of the grief in her mind was passed to Storm; so the loyal mutant placed a caring hand on her friend's shoulder in comfort.

Xavier chatted behind the group of young mutants who watched the show play out.

"She suggested that maybe Kurt could go in, I told her-" Hank whispered to his friend.

"That would be dangerous..." Charles finished his thought, "But dangerous doesn't mean impossible." the telepath looked towards the blue teleporter who stared at the computer screen.

"You can't be serious, Charles." Hank furrowed his thick brows and stared in disbelief.

"Kurt, (Y/n)," the professor called out, catching the pair's attention,

"Come with me."

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The small group trailed down the metallic hallway and approached the familiar doors to Cerebro. (Y/n) looked back at the room they had left, still hearing the distant sounds from the broadcast. Her mind travelled to what she was missing; was Peter still okay?

The circular door released and slid open, and the group followed Xavier's lead towards the machine at the end of the walkway. Kurt's tail wrapped around his leg in fear, as he fiddled nervously with his hands. Placing the silver helmet over his head, Charles nodded for the intellectual beast to flip the switch. Immediately, the room lit up and images of people flashed around. A million conversations ran through the professor's mind, but he was only searching for one person.

"Turn it up." Xavier requested as his eyebrows knit together in concentration. Reluctantly, Hank did as he said. Soon the voices faded and a only a muffled conversation echoed through the large room. "The whole way, Hank." the british man added.

"Charles that's too mu-"

"Do it!" Xavier demanded his face contorting with the amplification. (Y/n) gave a soft gasp as the voice grew clearer.

"I think mom and dad would've loved it."

Peter's words reverberated, as tears formed in (Y/n)'s eyes. Despite Cerebro being on full power, the only thing that Xavier could access was the detached audio of the mind he was connected to.

"Where were you hiding these kids up til now? I assume they were sleeping peacefully in their beds."

"Can you speak to him Charles?" Hank asked.

"Something's... Something's not right... It's too powerful to see..." Xavier stuttered out, trying not to loose his connection. Peter's voice continued, as the group wondered to who and what he was talking about.

"I'm not some stranger and I'm not your husband, you can talk to me."

"There's something... dark... clouding his mind." the powerful telepath explained, "but he's still in there, somewhere." he added. The group began to notice a purple hue clouding the entire room. The clearer Peter's disembodied voice became, the more the mysterious smoke descended. Kurt and (Y/n) stood back slightly, scared of what it could mean.

"Don't sweat it sis, it's not like your dead husband can die twice."

The sentence rang through their ears, before the whole room erupted in a blast of ruby red energy. It was exactly like the force that 'Wanda' had used earlier. Energy passed through the mutants, as images of terror entered their minds. Fragments of memories flashed; glowing stones, broken families, and piles of ashes.

Xavier groaned with pain, but he kept the connection despite the immense power that surged through his mind. (Y/n) grasped her head and panted heavily. The image of a young man lying cold, bleeding through bullet wounds, on a pile of rubble haunted her. She didn't know who it was, but he seemed familiar for some reason - and her heart broke at the sight of his lifeless form.

"He's slipping... I- I can't hold on..." Xavier cried out through gritted teeth, "I can't latch onto anyone!" the room filled with a booming static noise as the bald man searched though all the available minds in that reality. Hank writhed on the floor, clutching his ears with the horrible sound. Soon he gained the strength to pull a hand up towards the switch and slowly tune down the settings. The din faded, and the only noise that could be heard was the heavy breathing from the group that tried to recover from the experience.

"I didn't tell you to turn it off." Xavier pulled off Cerebro's helmet and placed it harshly on its holder.

"It would've killed you." Hank rebutted, standing on his feet.

"There was something forming, a gap in the reality, I could feel it!" Charles placed a hand on his forehead in frustration, "It's like all the minds were under some sort of deep control - but I could sense other ones... ones that were free."

"But what can we do about it!?" the beastly Professor retaliated, annoyed at his colleague.

"If I can find the free minds, I can see where they are; exactly where they are." Xavier began to ramble, "Then I can show Kurt, and you can get there." (Y/n)'s eyes grew wide at his suggestion. Even though she had considered it earlier, she now began to doubt her logic. If it were just her, then she wouldn't hesitate to risk her life for Peter - but she couldn't ask Kurt to do it too.

"Professor, what if... What if it doesn't work?" (Y/n) piped up, looking to the powerful telepath with concern plastered all over her face.

"We can't risk more of our lives, Kurt you don't have to do this." Hank tried to assure the German mutant.

"Nein." he responded, "Peter is my friend, I vill not leave him in danger. I vill do it." Kurt nodded his head as he stood confident in his decision. Despite the hatred that Kurt Wagner had received his whole life; he was always the most selfless person in the room. (Y/n) shot him a weak smile, thankful for his kindness.

"This isn't just about Peter. Somebody brought him there. Somebody, or something, has a power that could change everything we think we know." McCoy warned, trying to convince the group of the dangerous situation.

"Which is why we need to know more." (Y/n) interjected.

"I will be able to communicate with you, as long as you don't go under this person's control." Xavier explained, deep in thought. Hank looked at the trio, and finally gave a deep sigh.

"There's no talking to you people." he shook his head, "I'm sure travelling across the multiverse will be a cinch." his tone dripped with sarcasm as Charles placed Cerebro back on his head.

"Have a little faith, Hank." Xavier joked stiffly as he flipped the switch to the machine. McCoy reluctantly turned the power knob and soon the static noise returned, causing a grimace to appear on everyone's faces. The noise flickered as Xavier passed through more empty minds, searching for one that would work. The sensory overload build up in a crescendo, until everything stopped to a halt.

"Hello, Monica."

[babygirldennis]

This shit is fake bby!!!

Here she is.. My masterpost of all the dumb, illogical bits of info contained within these s15 “leaks” that make me fairly confident they are complete bullshit. It also includes my little tinhat theories that have absolutely no evidence.

I will be putting it all under a Readmore in case you don't want to risk it or if you simply Do Not Care

First up, I'd like to point out that these call sheets repeatedly give very detailed backstories to characters that have few lines which conveniently paints a picture of each episode's plot. And I'm not an expert so correct me if I'm wrong, but after looking at other similar casting calls, they only ever include the demographic and necessary skills.

Basically who in their right mind would write up casting calls that give away so many spoilers? Seems like that could cause and issue if they were leaked lol. But anyway that's my 1st point. But onto the actual content

So the conceit of this episode as a whole is that during the pandemic, the gang "gamed the system" and received three (3!) Loans to start businesses that went bankrupt. One of these businesses is implied to be the one started by dee and charlie who end up selling to Qanon shaman. Already this is so impossible baby.

1. We've already seen the gang try to get a loan and it didn't work. They don't have good ideas. Ur telling me, they managed to finagle 3 separate loans for 3 separate business ideas from an actual bank?

2. Maybe I just have bad reading comprehension but how does one have a business that is both fictitious and bankrupt?

3. If the customer is supposed to be Qanon shaman, an actual real life guy, why are the only descriptors white and male? They say he's shirtless so are they going to paint on all of the tattoos he has? And if so, doesn't that kind of ruin the dramatic reveal when charlie "throws in" the viking helmet? Why would he do that anyways? Sus.

Moving on

Alright this episode would fucking blow for obvious reasons but im going to refrain from looking at this through my gay dennis thruther lens because im biased.

Purely from a narrative standpoint, a woman hasn't been shown to be interested in dennis in nearly 5 years during the wade boggs episode. Ever since, every single woman he approaches has been actively creeped out by him. And now I'm supposed to believe that 3 "smart, passionate woman" (In Their Twenties!!!!!!) agreed to go on a date with him? And Anna even slept with him! Just because he what? Agreed with her? I'm not buyin it.

Plus the concept of this scenario lacks any potential for comedy. When iasip gets political, they always discuss a very specific topic using hyperbolic situations and flawed metaphors. If this is supposed to be a political episode, what ultimately lukewarm point would rob be trying to make here? So far we know they're ranting about

The patriarchy

Privilege

Socialism

No more personal responsibility(?)

The... nature of power in society(??)

How on earth would an episode like get approved? This shit sounds like a Ted talk. It sounds like it was written specifically to sound like a political episode so boring and pointless it would generate outrage and mile long essay posts from Tumblr users and reddit users alike. Almost like this one lol.

On a completely unrelated note, do not try and convince me that Frank "casual cock ring wearer" Reynolds is unable to perform.

Jeez this is getting out of hand fast. Let's move on

Ok now we're starting to getting into the Ireland of it all. Let me go on a bit of a tangent here about all this.. Now I thinq there are just 3 possibilities. Either this is all a publicity stunt and there is some truth to the Ireland rumors, the entire thing could be bogus from some weirdo fan (ps, if a fan did write this I want you to know I fucking hate you. You did this to me), or it is a publicity stunt but Ireland is just more bullshit.

I am going to assume it was a publicity stunt, otherwise I just wasted my entire evening and I can't have that kind of mentality rn. Additionally, I'm Going to tinhat here for a second and say that the Ireland rumors are true, but the details are different.

I say this because if they were going to do filming in Ireland, they probably figured that that information would be impossible to hide. In essence, my completely unfounded hypothesis is that this leak was their fucked up little way of controlling the situation while simultaneously messing with us.

Ok tangent is over, returning to the casting calls. From the looks of it, dee starts a "scam" acting class and has some very devoted students (Note that Tony was also the name of the porn shop owner. Seems weird!) Presumably after the gang replaces her with a monkey as the title suggests.

Honestly, there isn't too much here that's a red flag to me... seems like a nice little dee-centric episode that is the link to the Dublin angle. Assuming I am At All right, this could be a genuine plotline for Dee. However, the monkey could be a red herring and there could be a whole different side plot with the guys. who's to say. Next one!

Ah yes this is the dennis we all know and despise.. no red flags for me here really, I'm also running out of steam because idk if it shows, but I am majorly sleep deprived atm. Anyway I'm going to the next one

Okay this is where things start getting weird again ough a migraine just hit, anyway back to my earlier point about how casting calls would never contains major spoilers bc the people who see these wont be under any kind of NDA..

These ones reveal that bonnie dies. Again, that info wouldn't be in a casting call.

But also they suggest charlie has a irish penpal named Shelley who is his biological father. First off charlie is illiterate, although as pointed out by @undeadbreeze shelley could also be communicating in symbols. However, this scenario is still unbelievable to me for a couple reasons:

1. Bonnie's last name is Kelly obviously, and we know it's her maiden name because Jack's last name is also Kelly. But Shelley's last name is... also Kelly? In the context of this big ol hoax, it feels like it was written to show that look! his last name is the same as charlie's! That's how you know that's his dad! But It would be way too big of a coincidence if charlie's dad happened to have the same last name bonnie.

And 2. There's the whole mystery of charlie's long-lost sister from 'charlie got molested' but never any mention of a brother which according to this, shelley has been pretending to be his brother for years. And we all know how much rcg loves their continuity, it seems uncharacteristically lazy to just tack this on without any prior buildup.

And finally let me talk about mac for a second and specifically the line in gus's summary "both are gay men who are attracted to the priesthood for all the wrong reasons"

Iasip has commented on pedophilia in the priesthood many times in the past which leads me to believe that they are implying that mac is a pedophile? Please let me know if I completely misread the implications of that statement, but if not, then that is completely insane and one of the biggest indictators that this is fake. Mac is awful, just like everyone in the gang but he is definitely not a pedophile.

However even if i did completely misread that, it's still proof this is fake.. For all his faults, Rob put a surprising amount of care and effort into mac's coming-out. It hasn't been perfect, but Mfhp in particular firmly established that mac's faith is integral to his identity so Its unlikely that rob would throw all of that away for a cheap shot at priests.

Ok my brain is irradiated sludge at this point, but in conclusion. I hope that 1. I'm right, at least about it being fake (Otherwise damb that'll be so humiliating for me) And 2. This eases ur fears a bit. I don't want to lose all faith in future seasons bc I love iasip and miss the gang. If you read this far youre insane but I literally love you so goddamn much because I spent so so long tapping this out on my silly little phone

Please feel free to add on or message me your thoughts and opinions I need to know I'm not the only one who uhhh went a bit insane. And finally: whoever made these is a cunt. Mwah.

[ackermanshoe]

"Mikasa?!"

"get your shit together"

"we are the only ones who can stop Eren"

Well smart ppl, this is the first time in the entirety of attack on titan Levi "snapped" towards Mikasa. The look on his eyes it's so full concern, did he know what was happening to her? Did he realise it was her headache or did he think it was Eren doing something?

Maybe he snapped bc he was absolutely tired of Erens shit and mikasa's hesitation towards him. Maybe he was so worried that he couldn't get his words to come out? "Get your shit together" is such a Levi think to say if he said "are you okay?" It would be so out of character.

I know I don't need to explain this as we are all aware that Levi's way with Mikasa is like none other, right? Eg when he snapped at historia for not being able to give a straight answer to the biggest decision of her life - more: he often snaps at hanji despite them being friends for years etc.

It also makes me wonder how Levi is so in touch with reality, he's right next to her, could it be that his presence helped Mikasa come back to hers and finally decide to end Eren?

"a theory isn't a fantasy, it's a coherent set of ideas intend to explain something.." and this is me theorising so stay with me. The Ackerman's who had their inhumane power activated are Levi Mikasa and Kenny. Kenny met his tragic end with Yuri, Levi met his tragic end with Erwin and now it is clearly Mikasa's turn. Ik it wasn't obvious but when Kenny Ackerman lost his liege he was completely alone then eventually he had died off. Isn't it funny how the only two Ackerman's to have had years side by side were Mikasa and Levi? It's just my belief that Erwin's death would have caused more harm on Levi if he hadn't had Mikasa by his side and Mikasa would have been more lost in her delusion or dreams without Levi's consent attempt to bring her back to reality. Eg female titan arc.

Even after killing Zeke Levi never found true happiness, was it really the purpose of his life? Definitely not. It almost feels like there's a loose end to tie, possibly with another Ackerman. This is where my theory ( or more questions ) about the shine in his eyes comes in which I will explain later.

I have always seen Mikasa as a doer, who is not indecisive and always goes for the kill. Levi knows that too. This one moment where got her headache and she hesitated to move forward it was a conflict that clearly irretated Levi.

But man if it were anyone else with all their love and care for Mikasa they would have snapped at her ages ago. The patience this man has for Mikasa is unmatched.

Furthermore

"got it"

"Mikasa"

He said this to himself, TO HIMSELF I repeat not to Mikasa or anyone. What does this tell me? It tells me he trusts Mikasa to make the right decision. He knows it's time and he knows that she won't hesitate this time. Remember the gleam in his eyes when Mikasa asked him to help her kill Eren?

It's a gleam of trust and recognition.

To me this is the purest form of support Levi has given not only to Mikasa but anyone at all. It kinda makes me feel soft if I'm being honest but I can't explain that with facts.

Might I mention how how Levi said mikasa's name more in this one chapter than he has said in the entire manga?

( if someone know why he never calls Mikasa by her name please let me know I'm so hung up on that and still wondering what could be the meaning behind it )

It can be said the same with Mikasa calling Levi "captain" several times in the last chapter and possibly this one.

It may be a personal view of mine but the I think there's a lot of significance in calling ones name. But in rivamika's relationship the lack there of name calling makes it much more interesting to theorise. I have always been someone who would hesitate to say my crush's name because I feel like it would be awkward and make the conversation much more intimate. Yeah it's just a theory but most people would avoid using their crushes name because it makes them nervous and the fact their crush exist near them much more realistic. ( Input scene from there first caridge scene where Levi called Mikasa by her name to tell her to protect Eren with all her skills and Mikasa had a drop sweat on her, she was caught off guard by his voice calling her name )

If I was to assume this is what happened with Levi not mentioning mikasa's name ( all that often ) then it kinda makes sense. And now that we have Levi finally calling out her name in the middle of a life or death battle it makes me wonder if he is finally breaking out of a invisible shell and confronting his feelings (?)

Note: "feelings" can be interpreted as romantic AND non romantic. I don't mean to say that I think he is in love with her that's realistically thinking.

Idk how to word this properly but it's like he is becoming more aware of mikasa's importance in his life and vice versa (?)

Ones name is the biggest connection they have with their individuality and the fact that Levi calls her name several times in this particular chapter makes me think it's somehow connected to Mikasa letting go off Eren and choosing herself + Levi and whoever is left to save. I believe Levi already knew this since the moment the gleam came into his eyes, like I mentioned many many many times Levi knows things about Mikasa before she does. For Levi it's like looking into a mirror that goes backwards in time.

If I'm going to talk more about the gleam in Levi's eyes I might as well put it all down on the table and you can view it however you want.

Remember this

"is it from hope or despair that this strength comes from?"

Well the gleam to me represents hope, not only for the survival of them two by killing Eren, but for Mikasa herself, finding herself MIGHT just be the gleam of hope Levi's strength came from. Individuality. This is more like forshadowing the future than the present.

It also reminds me of S1 when Levi's eyes gleamed when Eren expressed his hatred towards the titans. The look of obsession, to kill the titans and now mikasa's determination to kill Eren ( her obsession).

If I'm being a delulu then yes I do think he is in love with her and nothing less 🤩 and this look^^ above is so sexy can they just idk send me the wedding invitation already I'm 🕯️😔🕯️ tired of waiting.

Anyways I'm going to end this here I feel like I write so much and if anyone asked me what this was all about in real life I would prolly run away rather than speaking. Thank you guys for being here and supporting me and everyone else! I hope the last chapter is at least 100 pages long because we need it 😭🕯️😭.

Edit: I apologize for making this so long I was going to post it like tomorrow but I think it will makes sense if I do it now rather than later.

Also regarding the snapping bit I honestly think it's just because the way he speaks it comes out as harsh which is natural for his character we already know he cares so much about her, he was panicking guys.

[jjkclub]

idk you yet

pairing - jungkook x reader

genre - fluff, soulmate!au

warnings - none

word count - 1.3k words

(based on the song 'idk you yet' by alexander 23)

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5,

4,

3,

2,

1,

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!", everyone cheered as you blew out the candles. damn, i'm 18 now; you thought as you looked around the room with a smile on your face.

you were surrounded by everyone you loved and you couldn't have asked for a better birthday. after cutting the cake and spending some time with your friends, you decided it was time to go to bed.

after thanking everyone for coming and celebrating with you, you quickly made your way inside your room to wash up and go to sleep. as you stepped out of the shower, you caught a glimpse of your reflection on the mirror and noticed something different.

you stepped closer, holding your hair up in a makeshift ponytail as you analyzed the mark inked on the back of your neck.

woah, you thought as you took a better look. it was a very simple and delicate tattoo; a pair of wings under which 1406 was written. 

that's a strange one, you thought as you decided not to worry about your soulmate tattoo and went to bed, sleeping peacefully.

~

jungkook was not able to close his eyes for even a split second. he had gotten his tattoo/mark when he turned 18, which was a few years ago but today his tattoo started to get hotter, burning the soft skin of his neck. 

unable to tolerate the pain anymore, jungkook ran into the kitchen, grabbed an ice pack and placed it on the back of his neck, slowly soothing the burning sensation as he walked to namjoon's room.

"hyunggg" he whined out with unshed tears lining his eyes as he entered the room. "jungkookah, it's soo late.." namjoon mumbled out, slowly sitting up on his bed, rubbing his eyes to wake himself up, "what's wrong?"

"my tattoo… why does it hurt?!" he bursted out, still applying the ice to his neck. as he waited for namjoon's answer, his eyes widened as he started assuming the worst. "hyung, what if she's hurt? or if she got into an accident or if she's in the hospital and this is a signal or-"

 "yah jungkook, don't worry. i'm sure she is not hurt." namjoon reassured jungkook "your tattoo starts reacting or heating up when your soulmate finally get's their tattoo. it must have been her birthday today." 

"wait WHAT?!" jungkook said, as he started panicking. " you mean she is like 4 years younger than me?! hyung, that age gap is insane!" namjoon sighed, rubbing his forehead as he answered, "don't get soo worked up jungkook. some soulmates have a bigger age gap and they get along fine…" 

just as jungkook was going to ask another question, he caught namjoon yawning. realizing how late it must be, he decided to cut his visit short. " ah, hyung i'm soo sorry, you should go back to sleep. sorry for disturbing you, sleep well!" "okay, goodnight jungkookah. don't worry too much okay?" namjoon said as jungkook started walking out of the room. "okay hyung, goodnight" "goodnight kook"

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10 April 2020

"alright everyone, class dismissed." hearing your professor's words, you sighed and immediately got up from your seat, making your way home. you had a really bad day today; you got a really low grade on a test you had pulled an all-nighter for, the project you had to submit today went missing and you had a terrible headache. 

you took a deep breath and opened your front door, entering your empty apartment as you dropped your bag and dragged yourself in the kitchen to eat something. 

as you were cutting up a few vegetables to make dinner, you tried to forget about what a bad day it was by thinking about your soulmate. does he go to my university? how old is he? now seems like a nice time to meet him...

after you finished eating your dinner, you completed your homework and plopped down on your bed, staring blankly at the ceiling and thinking of only one thing before you fell asleep, wherever you are or whoever you are, soulmate; please find me soon. i need you.

ever since then, you made it a habit to talk to your soulmate every night. you had no idea if he could hear what you said but you still spoke to him. unbeknownst to you, he could hear your voice talking to him which only made his desire to find you increase.

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14 June 2020

"ughhh, what's the time?" you groaned as you woke up from your slumber, stretching as you reached out to turn off your alarm. 

"SHIT! I'M GONNA BE SOO LATE!" you yelled out as you got a mini heart attack after checking the time. you quickly got ready, raced downstairs to grab your bag and ran out the door. 

as you were rushing to reach your university, you decided to make a short stop at starbucks so that you don't fall asleep during the lecture or starve yourself. 

the door bell chimed as you entered and made your way to the counter, ordering your usual as you took a look around the café. 

just as you were about to look away, you saw something that caught your eye. it was a tall man wearing an all black outfit with his back facing towards you. what intrigued you the most about him was that he had a familiar tattoo on his neck; it looked exactly like yours.

as soon as you got your order, you grabbed it and slowly made your way over to him. just as you were about to tap his shoulder and draw his attention, he turned around, causing you to slip and drop your drink on the floor as you lost your balance, almost falling down.

seeing what was happening, his eyes widened as he instinctively grabbed your arm to stop you from falling. once you stood properly, you looked down at your drink which was now spilt all over the floor as you felt your cheeks turn red from embarrassment. 

"ah, i'm soo sorry about that" you said as you bowed down and stood straight again, holding eye contact with him. you gasped as you saw his face. he was incredibly handsome but as soon as your eyes met his, you felt your tattoo warming up and a cold shiver run down your spine.

as you held the back of your neck to soothe the pain, you noticed that you weren't the only one experiencing it. infront of you, you saw jungkook holding his neck as well, his face contorting as he winced. you heard the bells chime again as your eyes widened with realization of what was happening. you found your soulmate.

shocked, you both stared at each other for a few minutes. "it's.. it's you, you're my soulmate.." he said, his voice shaking from surprise. "yeah… ooh, i should introduce myself… i'm L/N Y/N, and you are?" you said as you bowed again, flashing him a bright smile. 

"jeon jungkook, it's really nice to finally meet you. if i may ask, are you free tomorrow..?" he asked shyly as he scratched the back of his neck. you nodded as he beamed at your response, shoving his hand in his pocket and removing a piece of paper, handing it over to you. "call me if you'd like to go out tomorrow… maybe coffee?" 

"i'd love that." you smiled, feeling giddy and excited for the next day. 

[ihassheepquake]

DC's Batwoman 3.09 "Meet Your Maker" has aired on the CW and I'm here to talk about it

I will talk about how much I love Pam's costume til the end of the earth.

DIGGLE!! How the fuck does Diggle know Jada Jet??

Love the dig at the way horror films treat black characters. Also nice that one of the writers of this episode, Maya Houston, is a black woman. Which I mention because I wouldn't be surprised if most of the writing team and the directors weren't black though I'll admit I haven't done the research to back that up.

Okay, Dig knows Jada because he used to work for her company it seems. I'm assuming before Arrow.

People keep bringing up that Joker disappeared years ago, along with Batman, and I'm convinced that Bruce killed him and then left because of it. Despite the fact that none of the Robin's have been mentioned, my exact theory is that Barbara was shot and paralyzed, within a month or so later Jason was killed, both by Joker, and Bruce actually did lose it and go kill him. And then he fucked off because he doesn't want to become that dark thing he's always been scared of Batman becoming.

I like Pam and Renee. They're kinda cute. And I like how they've really committed to just how powerful Ivy actually is. Pair these two with the incredible dynamic of Mary and Alice, and we've got a party!

Will Ryan and Sophie finally get together by the end of this season? I don't want see them get the Flash/Arrow treatment and have it take years and years.

Does Luke really thing putting some boards over the door is going to stop Ivy? Cause it won't.

Whoever plays Renee is great and I love her. She sells this sense of guilt, regret, love, and longing so beautifully.

The Batteam just hanging out in this random cabin in the woods. Where they are totally not safe from Ivy and her wrath. This is totally going to end well.

Yes Ryan & Sophie getting their heads out of their asses and having a serious talk. "I don't know what I want" girl what you want is to kiss her. And cut off by a killer vine sucking Sophie through the chimney, oh excellent. See? Totally safe.

Love that Alice's first instinct is to beat the shit out of Ivy with a tire iron. She cares about Mary, how sweet. They're sisters your honour.

I'll admit, Jada has a heart. But I still don't like her.

Mary def just murdered that guy. But Renee finally doing the right thing?

It's kinda funny watching Ryan try to stealthily walk in a metal truck.

Ryan and Sophie were finally making progress and now they're fighting again. But they did bond, so yay?

OMFG THEY FINALLY KISSED!!!!

If you ask me, this talk with his dad's grave is exactly what Luke needed to be ready. And something, probably weather, fucked with the service provider I get these episodes from so I didn't get to see all of Dig and Luke's talk.

Alice finally figuring out that what's happening to Mary isn't good?? Renee showing Pam that she can't be controlled. Renee finally getting her head out of her ass?? Mary and Pam finally meeting! I'm kind of surprised that Pam getting "revived" or whatever she said by Mary didn't, you know, kill Mary. But that's good I guess.

Next week looks really promising! Alice teams up with the Bats, our first look at how powerful Pam really is. Things are kicking into gear, we've only got four episodes left this season. I've said it before, I'll say it again, I think this half-season format is really good for Batwoman. Works great for Batwoman, is amazing for Stargirl, I think it's been working for Legends idk I haven't watched that in a while. Maybe this should be the format for these shows.

I'll see you all next week with DC's Batwoman 3.10 "Toxic"

[your-nerd-is-showing]

Request for @sassyeahhhh

Hi i really like your work I don't really want to make it awkward but can i request? Levi x female reader fluff smut angst maybe? where she gets hurt and he lashes out (he is also afraid to loose her because of some messed up nightmare?) Ends up with amazing lovemaking and cutesy talk??

It's finally done! I hope I did your request justice!!

PART ONE:

AOT Levi x Reader No Regrets Part 2!!!!

NSFW AFTER PHOTO

Content: Smut

Warnings: unprotected sex, Levi being Levi, sex out in the woods, minors not allowed!

“(Y/N) you’re an idiot you brat!” Yelled Levi as he brought you into the hospital.

“The bastard took me by surprise Levi it’s really not a big deal I'm-I'm f-ahhhh!” You cried out and grabbed your shoulder crimson leaking everywhere.

“Shut it brat. You need stitches that wound is pretty deep. Let’s move it.”

You were instantly seen by the doctor.

“I can kill a God damn titan but get blindsided by a person.” You laughed as the doctor stitched you up. “That's pretty sad!”

“Stupid you need to be more careful! That could of ended up a lot worse than it did (Y/N).” Levi said scolding you.

“I'm sorry Levi…. I promise I will be more careful.” You smiled at him, the doctor soon had you stitched up and ready to go home with Levi. On the walk home you noticed Levi was being extra cautious and overprotective, it was strange to see him act that way.

Levi hid you under his green Scouts cloak, keeping his strong arm wrapped around your waist he walked home. Levi was vigilant, his eyes darting back and forth being aware of every little movement.

Ever since you both joined the Scouts you and Levi had been making quite a name for yourselves. The Power Couple, Humanities Strongest Soldier and The Titan Slaying Princess. Being so famous you had plenty of men chasing after you even though everyone knew you were with Levi they were still stupid enough to try and make a move on you. The men liked to take Levi on as a challenge they were curious to see how someone so small was so strong and he never lost a fight.

You had known Levi since you were ten years old and from the very beginning he was protecting you. He was sixteen when he rescued you from some evil men trying to sell you into slavery. Since that day he watched over you, trained you, Levi turned you into the woman you were today.

You peeked your head out from under his cloak the Scouts camp was right in front of you, you were almost home.

“Hey! Captain Levi! Captain(Y/N)!” Yelled Hanji.

“Hey Hanji!” You smiled and waved at her.

You and Levi had only been a part of the scouts for six months but you both quickly flew through the ranks, becoming respected far and wide.

“What happened to your shoulder (Y/N)?” She asked.

“Oooooh you know the usual challenger trying to take me away from Levi. This one had a friend and thought they could catch us off guard but it didn’t work!” You boasted.

“No!” Levi butted in. “It was a bad situation(Y/N)! You really could of gotten hurt worse than you did. This is really getting out of hand. I hate all these stupid assholes trying to fight me for you!” He yelled starting to get angry. “Tch. If I knew keeping my promise of protecting you was going to involve all of this I wish I didn’t make it!”

You looked at him upset as tears started to fill your eyes. “Well Captain Levi I never forced you into protecting me! I never forced you into a relationship ether! If you don’t want to do ether anymore that’s just fine I can protect myself!” You ran off into the woods.

“Tch stupid brat.”

You ran through the woods for a while until you came to a clearing with a beautiful lake. You paused and looked around. “Something seems off.” You reached into your boot and pulled out a huge knife. “Whoever you are I know you’re out there! Show yourself!” You yelled.

Three men came out of the woods running at you. “Pfffft pathetic.” You scoffed and pulled a second knife out of your other boot. You ran at the men taking them out like it was nothing. “That was almost too easy. Huh?” You turned around and were tackled down to the ground knocking your knives out of your hands. “Fuck! G-get off me you asshole!” You kicked him in his balls to get him off of you. Your tried to get away but he grabbed your ankle. “What the fuck!” You were only inches away from your knife. “I-I can’t get it!” You struggled trying to get away.

“Where’s your bad ass boyfriend no- gahhhh!” The man screamed out in pain.

“He’s right here you bastard!” Levi kicked the mans face in.

Levi walked over to you and helped you up. “T-thanks Levi….”

“Come on lets head back to the camp (Y/N).”

“Hold it just a minute Levi, you can’t just yell at me like that and think everything is okay! That really hurt my feelings…. Why did you say that to me? If you really feel that way why did we have sex that night?” Your eyes teared up again. “We aren’t even in an official relationship! You never asked me to be your girlfriend! Everyone just assumes we are together, including me!” You started to cry. “All you said was that you dreamed of the day you could fuck me! Typical fucking men ever since I was of age men have just looked at me like a piece of meat! I thought you were different Levi! That’s why I fell in love with you!” You stopped yelling when you realized you blurted out that you were in love with Levi. You stood there a hot crying mess becoming more upset by the second.

Levi stood there looking at you shocked.

“Y-you're not even going to say anything to me!” You wanted to run away again in that moment it was as if Levi read your mind and he grabbed you so you wouldn’t run.

“Don't even think about running brat!”

“And there you go again calling me a damn brat! I’m not a stupid Cadet Levi! I’m your fucking partner there may be a six-year age gap between us and I may only be twenty but I am your equal!” You tried to get out of his grasp but it was no use.

“(Y/N)….” He sighed, you stopped struggling and looked up at Levi. “Listen I'm sorry for the way I behaved I'm just….”

“Just what Levi?” You’re eyes widened in shock. “Levi are you crying?”

“I'm-I’m scared that I'm going to lose you (Y/N)!” He started to cry more. “Ever since we lo-lost Furlan and Isabel on the first scouting expedition I've been having horrible nightmares of you d-dying almost every night! It's driving me i-insane I haven’t had a good nights sleep in months. The dreams they feel so-so real….”

“Levi…” You took his face in your hands and wiped away his tears. “Is that why you have been acting so differently?”

“You could tell?”

You gave him an ‘are you serious look'. “Levi come on it’s me we are talking about here! I know you better than I know myself of course I could tell…. I just didn’t know what was causing you to act this way…. I can’t say I’m complaining either…. Emotions look good on you Levi.” You said teasing him as you poked his nose causing him to blush. “Is the great Levi blushing!?” You giggled.

“Hey don’t make fun of me!” He said turning even redder.

“Darling I’m not making fun of you at all. Scouts honor! You’re quite cute when you blush Levi.” You kissed his cheek.

He looked at you and smiled.

“I love it when you smile Levi.” You kissed his lips.

Levi pulled you in closer deepening the kiss, you parted your lips allowing his tongue access as you moaned out feeling a bulge poke at you. Levi broke the kiss. “(Y/N)?” He looked deep into your eyes.

“Yes Levi?”

He pushed you to the ground and straddled your waist. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked you, his steel-blue eyes filled with lust and wonder.

“I thought I already was your girlfriend?” You asked him smugly.

“Well I'm making it official…. So will you be my girlfriend (Y/N)?”

“Of course I will Levi.” You kissed his nose.

He smiled. “Good, now we are official.” He started to unbutton your shirt.

You blushed deeply. “Levi wh-what are you doing?” You squeaked out as he pulled your breast out of your bra gently rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“I was hoping we could have make-up sex?” He said smugly. “Hot passionate make-up sex.” He said before nipping at your nipple. “If that’s okay with you of course?”

You grabbed at his pants. “Of course its okay with me Captain, I’m just surprised you wanna do it out here. Where you can get dirty.”

“Mmmmmm I want to get dirty in more ways than one (Y/N)…. Plus tomorrow is laundry day.” He winked at you.

“Oh Levi how can I say no to you?” You giggled.

“Hmmmm you can’t?” He replied smugly as he unbuttoned your pants.

“Especially when you’re looking at me like that with those bedroom eyes.”

Levi smirked at you as he pulled down your pants and underwear. He looked on in wonder as he exposed you, licking his lips he pressed his palm against your womanhood making your juices leak all over his hand. “My, my, my you’re already so turned on (Y/N).” He took his soaked hand licking your juices off slowly and sensually, his eyes never looking away from you as he inserted two fingers.

“Oh-ohhhhh!” You moaned as Levi pumped his fingers in and out of you. Your body wiggled around as he went faster. “Le-Leviiiiii oooooohhhh-oooooooh!” You looked up through half-open eyes at Levi, his gaze was still fixed on you a huge smile across his face.

“Mmmmmm yes (Y/N) I love the facial expressions you’re making right now Princess.” He took his thumb and started to massage your clit, which sent you over the edge making you moan even louder, getting you wetter by the second. He leaned in ever so gently flicking your clit with his tongue, you shuddered at his touch as he leaned in to tease you again.

“F-fuck Levi, s-stop teasing me!” You growled as you pulled on his raven hair.

“Oh but it’s so much fun too.” He said smugly. “I love the way your body responds to me when I touch it.” He nipped at your inner thighs.

“L-Levi!” Your hips bucked wildly.

He let out a sigh. “Very well Princess.” He kissed your abdomen. “As you wish.” He licked his lips as he went down on you.

You let out a sigh of relief as his tongue finally made contact with your clit. “Ah-ahhh yessss Levi ju-just like that!” You cried out as he swirled his tongue around.

Levi loved to eat you out he loved the way you tasted, the way you grabbed his hair and pushed his face into your soaking core. It turned him on so much to give you all this pleasure and he never expected anything in return.

“Le-Levi I'm-I'm gonna cummmmmm!” You wined out as you released your first orgasm squirting into his mouth.

He licked up every last drop before coming up and wiped his face off before kissing you.

Your hands traveled down towards his pants as you kissed him back you unbuttoned them and pulled out his throbbing member. He moaned into your mouth as you ran your hands up and down his shaft. You hastened the pace making Levi moan louder and louder, turning you on even more as his sweet moans filled the night sky. “It’s like a sweet song listening to you moan Levi.”

“(Y-Y/N-N) please don’t s-stop.” He whimpered.

“If you get off me I can give you even more pleasure.” You said giving him a smug look.

He looked at you raising an eyebrow but complied.

You pushed him down and straddled his waist, kissing him passionately as you slowly bucked your hips grinding against his length. His sweet lewd moans turned you on so much, it was a rare sight to see Levi like this he always loved to be the dominant one so if you could get him to be submissive in any little way you jumped at it. The only way you knew how was to go down on him.

Levi broke the kiss and looked at you his face red as a tomato. “(Y/N)?” He traced your lips with his thumb.

“Yes Levi?” You asked even though you knew what he wanted you just liked to hear him ask.

“When you said you’d give me even more pleasure…. Did you mean you’d go down on me?”

“If that is what you want then yes!” You smiled at him.

He nodded his head. “Yes it is (Y/N) I want you to so very badly.”

“As you wish Captain.” You kissed him again before lowering yourself to his member. You gently gripped it in your hands running them along his smooth shaft, you heard his breathing becoming heavier. You glanced up at Levi seeing his complexion with pure ecstasy plastered to it. “I've barely done anything to you Captain and you’re already going crazy.” You said smugly.

“W-what can I say (Y/N) you know how to make me submit to you…. Just with one simple question, I'm like a puddle in your hands…..”

You chuckled. “Mhm and I love it when you get like this…. Something about you being Mr. Tough guy all the time then seeing you be submissive it’s so sexy Levi.”

“And I love to see you dominant, it’s such a turn on to have you take control of me sometimes.”

You smiled at him sensually as you licked the pre-cum off his tip, sending shivers down his spine. You flicked your tongue a few more times watching his member twitch at every lick before taking his member in it’s entirety.

Levi gripped your hair locking eyes with you as he looked on in amazement while your head bobbed up and down. “F-fuck th-that feels so-so-so good (Y/N). Ah-ahhhh! God d-damn!”

You quickened the pace licking and sucking, making his member become even harder. Then you deep throated him again taking Levi's member all the way, hastily going back to the tip sucking it hard as your tongue licked all around while you ran your hand up and down his shaft making him tremble at your touch.

He tugged on your hair letting out a loud moan as you deep throated him once more. “Ugnnnnn ah-ahhhhh! Ooooooh!” He howled as you played with his balls.

You went back to the tip licking and sucking bringing Levi almost over the limit.

“G-God damn (Y/N).” He pulled you off and leaned in kissing you passionately, you moaned into his mouth as his length rubbed against your clit. He deepened the kiss as he slipped in, making you moan louder as he started to thrust. Levi broke the kiss. “(Y/N)?” He looked at you is face was bright red.

“Y-yes Le-Levi?” You moaned out.

“I-I-I…. I love y-you Princess.” He said shyly as he continued to thrust.

Your eyes teared up. “R-really Levi?” You smiled.

He smiled back and nodded. “Yes (Y/N) I have loved you for a very long time.” He held your hips as he went deeper and deeper.

“L-Le-Levi I-I love y-you toooo!” You moaned out as you gushed everywhere.

Levi leaned in again kissing you as he wrapped his arms around you slowing down the pace savoring each moment. He held you close as he looked deep into your (E/C) eyes. “(Y/N) you’re so beautiful…. How did I get so lucky?”

“What do you mean L-Levi-ooooooh!”

He leaned into your ear. “To have someone as amazing as you.” He nipped at your neck as he thrusted faster. He shifted your legs and spread you open. “Here hold your legs just like this.” You did so, Levi spread your lips open as he rubbed your clit.

You moaned out loudly as he went deeper and faster your back arched as your cries of pleasure filled the night sky you reached another orgasm.

“That's it Princess cum for me.” He pulled out to switch positions, you took him by surprise and pushed him down to get on top.

You straddled his waist grinding against his member again making Levi go crazy. You continued to rub your clit making yourself squirt all over Levi.

“F-fuck.” He grunted grabbing your hips as he slid back in.

“So eager to be inside me Levi…. What was he cold and lonely?” You said smugly as you sensually choked him.

He looked up at you biting his lower lip he nodded his head. “Mhmmmm very lonely, he loves the way he fits inside you so perfectly.”

“Oh I bet he does.” You smirked as you slammed down on Levi getting him deep inside you. You gripped his muscular shoulders as you wildly bounced up and down. “Oh-oh-oh Le-Leviiiii!” You cried out as he grabbed your butt spreading your cheeks and pounded into you. You took control again slowing down the pace sensually rocking your hips back and forth.

“F-fuck (Y/N) you keep this up you’re gonna make me cum.” He grunted as he pinched your nipples, you tilted your head back moaning louder and louder as he hit your G-spot perfectly. “(Y/N) I love you so much…. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and have a family.”

“I do too Levi more than anything…. I could never imagine being with anyone but you.” You smiled at him as you continue to rock your hips.

“Well then lets get married someday soon.”

“Yes please my love!” You moaned out as he pounded into you.

He ran his hands up and down every inch of your curves as he went deeper. He could feel himself getting close to his climax and slammed into you even faster. “(Y/N) I'm going to cum….”

“Then give me your babies.” You whispered into his ear.

That sent Levi over the edge as he moaned out releasing himself inside you. He grabbed your head wildly attacking your lips as he thrusted a few more times before pulling out.

You laid on top of him a hot drilling mess panting heavily. “T-that was a-amazing my love!” You cooed as you cuddled close to him.

He kissed the top of your head. “Yes it was Princess. Shall we go back to the barracks, shower and go to bed? I just want to hold you all night and never let you go.”

“I'm never going anywhere for as long as I live. You’re stuck with me Levi.” You giggled as you got up to get dressed.

“Hm, no you’re stuck with me, because I don’t know how the hell you put up with me.” He chuckled as he threw your pants at you.

“Easily! You’re just too sexy for your own good and your sexiness blinds your attitude.” You laughed harder almost falling over.

“Oh really now?” He smiled at you. “You're such a goof.”

“Well I have to balance out your seriousness somehow! If we were both serious this would be a boring romance.”

“That- that is true. You certainly keep me on my toes (Y/N).”

The two of you finished getting dressed and headed back to the barracks.

Hanji came running up to you and Levi. “So how was the make up sex?” She asked smugly.

“It was amazing!” You blurted out. “Wait! How did you know?”

“Ohhhhh I think everyone knows (Y/N) we could hear you all the way over here.” She laughed.

“Ooooops.” You laughed. “Well I’m not sorry at all! Let them hear and be jealous.” You boasted.

[boxofbadaddiction]

Whoever Broke Your Heart

George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Cheating. Guy who doesn't understand the word "no". Teeny Tiny bit of Swearing.

Opening a Joke Shop was the best idea Fred and George ever had. It's what they were meant to do. What made them happier than one would think possible. At least that's what George had been trying to convince himself for the past few hours.

To tell the truth, this past week had been the most stressful so far, and they worked through the beginning of a war!

But now that that was over and Diagon Alley, like everywhere, was beginning to return to the new normal, the Twins had been flat out. Kids were preparing for the school year and in addition to their shop being near capacity every single day, mail orders were through the roof. It'd been like this for the past 3 weeks, but this week...This week could not possibly get any worse!

Between the eight new complaints from angry family members after falling victim to one of their products. To the three ruined displays after a customer 'accidentally' set off one of the boys 'Crazy Creatures' feature Fireworks which sparked a Lion to pounce throughout the store, until the Twins got it under control, it had managed to take out it's fair share of shelving and they had to close the store for a little over an hour to clean up. On the brightside they sold twelve of those that day after everyone saw it in action. Now, however, there weren't enough fireworks in the store to distract George from the mountain of paper work he'd been ignoring. Or from the fact he still couldn't get his latest invention to cooperate. He has completely HAD IT. In his opinion this week can well and truly go and get fuc-

"OI GEORGE! You're not still working in there are you!?" Fred called as he made his way to his brothers room.

Sure enough, there his Twin was. Slumped uncomfortably in his desk chair working reluctantly on the paperwork he'd neglected. With his head propped up by his palm he didn't even acknowledge his brothers entrance.

"For Merlin's sake, George. The stores closed mate, give yourself a break for a minute won't you?" Fred walked over to glance at the work spread haphazardly over the desk top.

"Later. I'm nearly done." George murmured.

"Bollocks you are." Fred replied lifting several order sheets from the pile to read through them. "You've been working non-stop lately, just let it slip for tonight, mate."

"I can't Fred!" He snapped in frustration. "We're so far behind it's ridiculous. I can't let it go because it needs to be done before open tomorrow!"

"We're not open tomorrow, George! It's Sunday!"

"What?" He looked up confusedly at his calender on the wall. "It's the 31st?"

"No." Fred dropped the papers in his hands and flipped the page of the calender, picking up a red marker which he used to circle the date. "It's the 5th, you numpty."

George threw his Quill onto the desk and pushed himself back into his chair, rubbing his eyes in frustration before running them through his hair with a groan. He had a whole day to get this done tomorrow. But here he was rushing through it like last minute revision before an exam because he can't keep track of what day it is. He relaxed at the thought of more time. Fred patted his shoulder with a slight chuckle, noticing much of the tension he'd been harbouring melt away.

"Worried for nothing" he joked. George looked up at him with a glare. Freds face dropped slightly, seeing the bloodshot whites of his Twins eyes and the dark circles beneath them. "Bloody hell...you really need a night out of here."

George stood to stretch his aching back and sighed satisfactorily as it cracked in several places. "Yeah. Maybe I do" he spoke honestly.

"Tell ya what, Georgie. I was gonna continue work on that Dragons Breath Candy of yours tonight anyway so" he dug his hand in his pocket and pulled out a bunch of coins counting quickly, "here's twenty galleons. Get out."

George tilted his head in question.

"Go eat, or drink, whatever. Just get out."

George wasn't feeling particularly energetic for a night out and opened his mouth to protest, but Fred was having none of it.

"UH! No. Take a shower, cause you reek. Then leave and I don't won't you back till you're truly hammered. Hear me?"

His brother smiled half-heartedly and sent up a mock salute with a playfully stern expression.

Feeling far more refreshed than he had 20 minutes ago thanks to a good hot shower, George readdied himself to leave, grabbing his keys then quickly apparating to the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron. True, it wasn't a particularly long walk but honestly...he just couldn't be bothered.

The Pub was decently full but given the fact it was barely past eight on a Saturday night, one would actually consider it quite empty.

Shuffling past the groups of people drinking and talking throughout the room he quickly made his way to the bar. He stood to the right of what appeared to be a couple, leaning his body against the counter as he ordered a Fire Whiskey. He pulled a vacant stool toward himself to sit down as he paid for his drink. He simply sat, contently sipping his beverage, listening to the music as he felt himself relax considerably finally having time away from the stress of work. A few minutes passed before something to his left caught his attention. The couple he'd sat next to, or rather what he now gathered was an uncomfortable woman and some insufferable git who clearly didn't understand the word 'no'.

He was relentless in trying to persuade the woman to join him for a dance...then a drink...then how bout a date...then a-OKAY! George had heard enough.

"Oi, mate." He shouted slightly to be heard over the noise of the room, he tapped the man's shoulder to make it clear he was the one he was talking to. He turned slowly with a sour look of disgust at the interruption. "Give it a rest won't you? She's clearly not interested."

The girl shifted slightly in her chair, distancing herself from the man who refused to leave her alone. She clutched her drink within her hands tightly, trying to appear invisible one would assume.

"You with her are you?" The man spoke as he turned his body to face George, eyeing him with a rude expression.

"No."

"Then sod off. You're not one to know what she wants."

"Given the 8 times she's told you 'no' in the past 5 minutes I'd say I know exactly what she wants. For you to leave her alone."

The girl couldn't help but smile slightly at the redheads boldness of words. The man on the other hand was quickly becoming agitated. He straightened himself and took a menacing step forward, nostrils flaring. George didn't budge. Unphased by the man's movements, he simply sipped his drink with a deadpan expression.

"You tryna spark a problem, buddy?"

"Merely attempting to resolve one." George spoke smoothly.

"I don't see one here needing your help." He hissed.

"That'd be because you're it. So unless you'd like me to conjure you a mirror I'm afraid you'll remain quite blind." He took another sip of his drink. "The girls not interested. Leave her alone."

"Oh she looks plenty interested to me" the angry man spoke "just playing hard to get" he smirked stepping back a pace and wrapping his arm around the woman's side. George noticed her cringe at the contact moving away from him in her seat.

George placed his drink on the counter and stood slowly. His movements making the man drop his arm and puff his chest to appear bigger than he was. Stares never leaving one another as the redhead turned his body to face the arrogant man, looking down on him as if he were something unpleasant stuck to his shoe. Towering in comparison, a good head taller than he was caused a flash of unease to spead across the face of the offender. Evidently he had not realised the full size of the man infront of him while he was seated.

"Leave." George spoke in a deep and threatening voice. Eyes like daggers peircing all confidence the man before him previously held.

In an attempt to gain some composure and try not appear to be fleeing the git scoffed. Throwing a lame insult at the two of them before grabbing his drink and sulking away into the small crowd. George stood in place like a statue until the man had disappeared from sight completely. Posture and expression immediately softening as he turned back to the woman by the bar "are you alright?".

"Fine. Thank you." She spoke swiftly. Not turning to face him clearly wanting to be left alone as her body was still stiff and rigid. George looked at her unsure of what to say. "Do you need anything?".

"No. I'm fine. And I'd appreciate being left alone." She snapped turning her head ever slightly toward him as she did so. He tried to not take it personally as he noted the emotion held in her eyes and the slight tremble in her lips. The way she sat as if trying to restrain herself from something. Her drink, obviously bought long ago as the ice had all melted and the condensation had formed a large ring around the base of her glass. She'd probably been here long before that tosser showed up.

George sat, facing back to his glass not wanting to disturb her any further. She was beautiful he thought, and had the circumstances been different he probably would have been tempted to buy her a drink. But he knew now definitely wasn't the time, even if he just couldn't shake the feeling he needed to say something.

He eyed her curiously and cautiously, not wanting to appear as another weirdo incapable of understanding boundaries. Watching her stare sorrowfully at a Golden Diamond ring she fiddled with in her hands, a tear slipping down her cheek. It all made sense now. He raised his drink slowly to his lips, looking forward.

"Whoever broke your heart, must have been crazy."

She turned to him instantly, a very confused expression on her face as she watched him toss his head back to finish his drink. He signalled to the bartender for another before turning his head to look at her.

Mouth agape slightly as she furrowed her brows at him. He couldn't help the smile that came at her reaction, he nodded toward the ring in her hands.

"Engagement ring, is it not?" He reached for his new drink without taking his eyes off her. She stared at it for a moment before answering solemnly. "It was."

She bit her lip while turning the ring over on her finger tips, as if unsure whether or not to continue. George reminded silent, not wanting to force anything from her she wasn't comfortable with. "I caught him cheating little over a week ago."

"He's a git." He said abruptly taking a mouthful of whiskey. The girl laughed at this turning to look at him.

"You sound so sure."

"I'm certain."

"You don't even know his name"

"No, but I've got a couple for him."

She laughed loudly this time, having to look away from him to compose herself. George could have listened to that laugh all night, he was suddenly very thankful for Fred all but pushing him out of the flat earlier.

When she turned back to face him her cheeks were burning pink and she'd bit her lip slightly. He was taken by her completely. Which is stupid, he thought, because he doesn't even know her name. Shit. He doesn't know her name!

"I'm George, by the way" he reached his arm out to her.

"[Y/N]" she smiled taking his hand.

"Can I buy you a fresh drink?" He nodded toward the warm, flat beverage sat infront of her.

Hesitating slightly she stared into his eyes before nodding with a sincere smile.

They spoke for ages about Everything. Nothing. Hell anything that came up. He couldn't work out how someone could possibly have said goodbye to a girl like her. Nobody in their right mind could. He was smitten, with all of her. The way she smiled. Her laugh. They way she bit her lip when she tried not to blush. The way she played with her hair. He was oblivious to everything in that pub except her. As she was with him.

That was until the distinct sound of her favourite song peirced her ears. She hadn't taken her eyes off him for more than a second since he bought her that first drink, and there'd been a lot since then. Suddenly she was looking over at the band in the corner, smiling.

"I love this song"

He didn't know why the idea came to him, probably from the overwhelming urge to touch her he's been resisting for so long. To hold her. Kiss her. Guess this works as well...

He stood, finishing his drink in a single gulp and held his hand out for her. "Come on."

"What?"

"We're going to dance" he grinned at her.

"Oh, no. I am a terrible dancer!"

"Same, love. No excuses." He winked at her taking her hand and pulled her up.

"One second" she pulled back a step but kept her hand in his. She turned to grab her mostly full drink, chugging it and placing the empty glass back against the rest, before turning her attention back to him.

George let out a haughty laugh at the action. Her grip on his tightened as she glared playfully at him, then taking the lead walked out onto the dance floor where he twirled her around and they danced next to one another not caring about how silly their moves must have looked as neither cared they couldn't dance.

They stayed out there the rest of the night, until the band announced their last songs were coming up. Slow songs. All couples on the floor began to move together. [Y/N] glanced around nervously before her eyes trailed back up to him, he was smiling down to her. Hand outstretched. She took it willingly and he pulled her into him where he began to sway.

"And you said you couldn't dance" she joked as she noticed he'd clearly done this before. He shrugged. "May have learned a move or two at school".

As the music went on the two of them only got closer, his arms wrapped around her as she lay against his chest. George let his chin gently rest on the top of her head, eyes closed enjoying the moment. It was perfect. Until, he felt a notable sigh leave her chest. Not at all content. It was sharp and she was obviously thinking about something she rather wouldn't be. He pulled back slightly to look down at her.

"Hey...what's up?"

"Sorry." She spoke to his chest "I didn't mean t-I just..." stumbling over her words she mentally kicked herself for ruining the moment. Taking a step back as she shook her head, she let go of him. George felt cold without her. "It's not you. I just-"

"You were thinking about him."

[Y/N] looked up at him with sad, apologetic eyes.

"It's okay, [Y/N/N]" he closed the space between them and ran his hand down her shoulders to her elbows. "I understand."

"It's just...all this...the slow dancing, the feelings I have right now..."she stopped herself, staring down at her shoes.

"Hey," he moved to cup her face in his hands. Bringing her face back up to look at him. His brows were furrowed and he had such a sincere look on his face [Y/N] could have melted right there. How could someone she only just met hold so much more love in his eyes toward her than her ex-fiancè ever did? "I like you." She spoke before he could. Georges eyes widened at the words, a smile began to creep on his face. Her hands came to rest on his arms as his hands fell to hold below her jaw. "I just...I don't know how you can be looking at me like that. When you barely know me, but then I was with-" "the git." She laughed at his interruption but still dropped her head to stare at the floor sadly "When I was with, the git, for 3 years and he never..."

"Listen to me." George ducked himself, as his finger tilted her chin up to look at him, "You deserve so much better than him. I don't have a clue how a prat like him managed to wrangle a winner like you but..." his eyes were flicking frantically between hers, desperate for the right words, "whoever couldn't see the girl that I see right now wasn't looking at you, love. If I know one thing is true...if you let me, if you give me the chance. I'll never be like whoever broke your heart."

Tears were forming in her eyes. Biting her lip as a smile began to form. She nodded slowly. Then quickly as she threw an arm over his shoulder and around his neck to pull him into a kiss, followed swiftly by the other. His hands fell to her waist. They felt perfect together. [Y/N] couldn't believe she'd nearly married some cheating git, when there was a man like this out there. A man so full of love, and compassion and pure joy he could light a dark room with nothing but his smile.

As the song that was playing slowly faded to an end the two finally parted lips, smiles so giddy they felt like Second Years again. She fell back into his chest as her arms came down to wrap around him, eyes closed listening to the sound of his heart beat and breathing as the bands last song began to play.

"I kinda wanna thank him." George spoke. She looked up at him, mouth slightly agape, brows furrowed, utterly confused. He couldnt help but chuckle at the look she was giving him. "Well, if he didn't do what he did, you'd never have ended up here in my arms." He smirked causing [Y/N] to roll her eyes before pulling herself back into him. "That's so cheesey" he felt her laughter quiver through his chest. He kissed the top of her head. "Get used to it"