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blueberrylixie · 1 year ago

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cherry pie

lee felix x fem! reader

word count: 9,453

content warnings: dom!felix (sort of? he's not that dom lol), power bottom reader, pet names (baby, babe), oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal penetration, pussy job (barely tho), fingering, overstimulation, voice kink, smell kink, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie (use protection kids!),

let me know if i missed anything, this one-shot really isn't that kinky tbh but i tend to miss stuff lol

Mundane. If Felix could describe his life in one word, that would be it.

Everyday was the same. He woke up to his blaring alarm (because he'd just fall back asleep if it wasn't), took a burning hot shower, and ate the same breakfast before taking the bus to his work, where he just filled out paperwork and made spreadsheets all day. Then, he came home, ordered takeout, and fell asleep. Over and over and over again.

That was, until you came into his life.

He had just gotten off the bus, and was walking back to his apartment. The bus had been twenty minutes late, and he'd gotten caught in a random rain shower, so his briefcase and suit were soaked through. He held back a yawn as he pushed open the door to the front lobby.

Felix prayed he wouldn't run into his landlord. It wasn't that she was mean persay, but she was very uptight about the rules, and liked to grill him about the condition of his apartment. He didn't think he could go another minute without throwing on his pajama pants and lounging on the couch watching Netflix.

He hopped into the elevator, and hit the button labeled "3". The complex was five floors. He didn't mind being right in the middle. The neighbors above him had dogs, and he was occasionally woken up in the middle of the night by their barking, but other than that, it was peaceful. He felt lucky for that, at least.

He stepped out onto the third level, trying to pull the key out of his pocket to let himself inside. They'd gotten stuck on a loose string, and he tried in vain to tug it loose without ruining his pants.

"Ah! Son of a bitch!"

Felix looked up, abandoning the struggle with his keys in an instant.

There you were, attempting to heave an entire queen-sized mattress through the narrow hallway, all by yourself. It had gotten stuck on the door handle of an apartment about five down from his.

Donning a pair of earth-green leggings (an image that would forever be burned into his mind) paired with a black skin-tight tank top, every one of your perfect curves was on display. As you wiped a droplet of sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand, he couldn't help but stare.

Everything, from your luscious thighs, completely covered in that buttery material, to your toned yet curvy stomach and hips and your slightly flushed cheeks, which seemed to only glow with sweat, was stunning.

You grinned over at him, standing up for a moment to wipe your hands on your pants. "Don't mind me," you said with a laugh, one of your hips popped to the side as you looked him up and down.

A completely unwarranted image of you underneath him, your face just as flushed and beautiful just as it was now. Only it was screwed up in a look of pure pleasure, as he thrusted in and out of you. You clutched at the sheets, letting out little moans, begging him to go harder.

"You gonna help, or just keep staring at me?"

Felix instantly snapped out of his fantasy, his face instantly heating up. Jesus, what the hell was wrong with him? He hadn't even talked to you yet, and was already thinking the dirtiest thoughts imaginable. That was beyond wrong. He must be a total creep. On top of that, what if you were an awful person, or had bad manners? Or maybe you had an annoying laugh or smelled bad. Yes, he shouldn't be jumping to conclusions.

But as much as he wanted to believe that himself, he couldn't hide the uncomfortable strain of the zipper on his pants. He needed to get inside his apartment right now so you couldn't see. You would definitely think he was some kind of sicko if you found out what he was thinking.

"Oh! Of course, sorry!" Felix nearly tripped over his own feet to help you, his briefcase forgotten by the elevator.

You shot him a devastatingly devious grin. "I'm just messing with you, this is really no big deal. I wouldn't expect a busy guy like you to help me out."

"I want to help," Felix found himself assuring you, covering the lower half of his body with the mattress as he picked up one end. "Which apartment is yours?"

"Number 313," you replied, glancing down at the sheet of paper you'd managed to balance on the top of the mattress.

"Looks like we're neighbors," Felix replied, barking out a laugh. His heart started to race. What were the odds you were moving in right next door?

You beamed at him, and he felt his blood rush south again. Dammit, what was wrong with him? He wasn't usually the type of guy to get riled up this easily. But with you, this was already the second time in less than ten minutes. Get a fucking grip. He ordered himself once again.

"I really like this complex, it feels so homey," you said, attempting to grab the other end of the mattress. "Miss Haneul sure is a little... talkative, isn't she?"

Felix chuckled, caught off guard by your comment. "Yeah, she definitely likes a good conversation, especially if it's about the apartment rules."

"Yes!" You giggled, hefting the mattress into your arms and starting to walk backwards towards your door. "When I told her I didn't have any pets, it was like she thought I was hiding a dog under my shirt."

Felix nodded, trying not to focus on the way you looked when you squatted down to pick the mattress up. Was everything you did attractive?

"She doesn't really trust anyone," Felix agreed, as the two of you finally stopped outside your apartment. "But don't let her get to you, she likes to threaten every tenant here. It doesn't mean anything, she's never kicked anyone out."

You laughed, and it was like a symphony to his ears. He decided his new goal in life was getting you to make that sound as often as possible, because it made him so happy. The happiest he'd been in months.

"I'll keep that in mind when I bring my dog here next week," you joked. "For real, do you think she'd be pissed if I got one? I've always wanted a pet!"

"She may have a heart attack, but she'll get over it," Felix joked back.

You smiled, taking your key out and unlocking the door before starting to shove the mattress through.

"Thank you for your help!" You said, gazing at him with sparkling eyes. "It means a lot, you taking the time to help a complete stranger. But I bet you're really tired. I can do the rest."

"I'm really not too tired, and I don't mind helping," Felix said. "Besides, we're not really strangers. We're neighbors now, right?"

You laughed and nodded. "You're right! What's your name, neighbor?"

"I'm Felix," he said, embarrassed that he hadn't even introduced himself yet.

You smiled, extending your hand and telling him your name. It was beautiful, he thought to himself as he repeated your name over and over in his head.

And he found that he wasn't lying. His exhaustion had completely vanished. On the ride up here, he'd wanted nothing more than to chill on the couch and watch tv with a bowl of ramen. But now, he felt like he could throw a party, maybe run a few miles, even stay up all night. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so energized.

"If you're gonna offer, then I wouldn't mind the help," you agreed, tugging the mattress through the door to let him inside.

Your apartment was the mirror image of his. The kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom were all on the same wall as his, with the living room on the opposite side. He found himself wondering how you would decorate the place, what home looked like to you.

After the two of you got the mattress into the bedroom, you lie down on it, letting your legs and arms sprawl out.

Giving a huge sigh of relief, you smiled up at him once more. Seeing you lying on the bed like that, an image of his earlier delusions flashed through his mind, and he gulped. It was almost like you were trying to tease him.

"Are you leaving your bed on the floor?" Felix asked you, trying to banish the dirty thoughts.

You shook your head, your hair fanning out around you. "No, my... boyfriend bought me a headboard and bed frame, but it hasn't come in yet. Actually, most of my stuff hasn't arrived. The mattress was the last thing I have right now."

So you had a boyfriend.

Of course you did. Someone as stunning, nice, and funny as you wouldn't be single.

Felix tried not to let himself feel disappointed. He'd just met you. It would be weird for him to care so much.

He should leave.

Just then, you motioned to him, patting the bed. "Since we're neighbors, you should already feel at home, right? My apartment is the same as yours."

Leave! Leave! Leave! His brain chanted, attempting to steer him towards the door.

But being your friend was better than nothing, right?

Ignoring his sensible side, Felix sat down next to you. As he did so, he was immediately wreathed in the scent of something warm and sweet. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it made his stomach flip. He was exactly where he was supposed to be.

Here, getting to know you.

Even if he couldn't be with you, he could be near you.

The two of you spent the next hour talking and laughing, learning about one another.

You were a yoga instructor at a new studio down the block. This was your first instructing job since you passed the course a month ago, and you were nervous to start your practice. You didn't think anyone would show up. He assured you it would work out. He didn't tell you, but he could tell just from your energy that you cared. He would make sure you succeeded.

You were very interested in him. You wanted to know everything. What his interests were. Did he have any close friends? What did he do for a living? He felt embarrassed that his job was so boring compared to yours, but you didn't seem to care. But it was when he mentioned that he liked to bake that your eyes lit up.

"I wish I could bake! Ever since I burned a batch of chocolate chip cookies, my boyfriend won't let me back in the kitchen. He says I'm a hazard," you ducked your head at that, looking sad for the first time since he'd met you.

"I could teach you," Felix offered before he could stop himself. He needed to control himself, shouldn't be inserting himself into your life in this way. But he felt a compulsive need to be something to you that no one else - especially your boyfriend - could. He found himself wanting to be someone for you, no matter how small.

You beamed at him and nodded, bouncing up and down on the bed a little. "I would love that! But be warned, I'm a major beginner. You might need to invest in some new pans after I'm done."

Before Felix knew it, it was getting dark outside, and when you stood up to turn on the bedroom light, he stood too.

"I should probably go," he said, not wanting to intrude any longer. "I have to eat dinner, and I've got work tomorrow."

You nodded in understanding. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry! I didn't know! I bet you were bored out of your mind tonight."

You led him to the door, that delicious scent wafting after you like a pastry. He took a deep breath, not wanting to forget that smell. Your smell.

"Thanks for keeping me company tonight," you looked down at your feet, which were covered in purple cat-print socks. Felix couldn't help but find that adorable, storing that information away in a compartment of his brain now made specifically for you. "I-I don't have a lot of friends, so it was nice to spend time with someone so nice."

Your cheeks dusted with pink, you reached your arms out like you were going to give him a hug.

Felix froze as your arms circled around his waist. He could feel your chest pressing against him, and he had to fight to control his arousal. He would rather die than let you know how he felt about you, this early into your relationship.

He slowly put his arms around you too, feeling your small shape meld perfectly with his. His chest felt tight as he fought the growing attraction he felt towards you. You fit so well against him.

As Felix walked the few feet to his own apartment, he couldn't stop smiling. His cheeks hurt from the new sensation. He couldn't remember when he'd last spent so much time with someone else who wasn't his coworkers. It felt good.

As he lie alone in bed, thoughts of you invaded his mind. And not for the first time that night. In fact, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about you since he left your apartment.

He'd never met someone that he connected with in the same way as you. The chemistry was instantaneous. You were kind, funny, and passionate. And what was more, you were actually interested in him and his life, too. He wasn't anything special. But you made him feel like he could be.

And holy hell, you were gorgeous. Naturally, that was the first thing he'd noticed about you. Your petite, curvy figure paired with that bright, optimistic smile was now imprinted on his mind. No wonder you were taken.

He should stop thinking about you like that. Just letting you infiltrate his mind was getting his hopes up in a way he shouldn't. He barely knew you. Plus, he had impossibly high standards when it came to dating. You'd probably do something that turned him off, and that would be the end of it.

But those godforsaken leggings. They hugged you in just the right places, your tight, round ass bouncing just slightly as you bent down to pick up the mattress, your perky breasts pressed up against the black fabric of your tank top. That bright grin you sent his way whenever he said something even remotely funny.

Fuck. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to erase the memories that threatened to overtake him. His hard cock pressed against the front of his boxers, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop it.

Maybe I just need to jerk off. Felix thought, raking a hand through his already sweaty hair. Let off some steam.

It had been a long time since he'd masturbated, let alone had sex with anyone. Work took up so much of his time nowadays, he never went out. And by the time he got home, he was so exhausted, he usually just ate dinner and passed out.

Yeah, that must be it. Just jerk off, go to sleep, and feel better in the morning.

Felix slid a tentative hand into his boxers, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock. Letting out a hiss, a mix of pain and pleasure, he began to stroke himself up and down.

Starting off slow, he tried to keep his mind off of you. But inevitably, his mind kept wandering back, to the way your tits bounced as you jumped onto the bed, the intoxicating smell of you when you hugged him goodbye, the way your chest pressed against him...

As he started jerking himself harder, those memories quickly morphed into fantasy. You sitting on his cock, bouncing up and down, moaning his name, squeezing those perfect breasts as you begged him to go deeper, move faster.

He thrusted into his hand, imagining he was hammering into your wet cunt as your moans turned into incoherent whimpers.

"Felix!" He could practically hear you gasp.

"Fuck," Felix bit out through gritted teeth, trying to keep his voice down. He imagined how tight you would be, squeezing him in just the right way.

"Please, go faster," you'd whine, and he would reach up to play with your tits as you cried out in pleasure.

Felix's breaths came in short, labored gasps as he thrusted harder and harder, the image of your moans turning to whimpers as you neared the top of the cliff.

"I-I think I'm close Lix," you'd pant, pressing your hands against his sweat-covered chest as your entire body shuddered above him.

Felix opened his mouth to say something, but only a loud moan escaped. "Baby, baby," he growled, fucking upwards like his life depended on it. "Shit, I'm gonna-"

He thrusted a few more times, his hips moving in stuttered jerks, before spurts of white liquid stained the front of his boxers, and he fell back onto the bed, gasping like he'd run the length of a football field.

He changed his boxers, before collapsing back down, exhausted, and passing out.

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Three weeks came and went. Felix continued to work at the same place, eat breakfast at the same time, and fall asleep alone in his apartment.

But now you were right here, next door. Things were somehow exactly the same, yet completely different with you around. You'd invited him over about a dozen times since your first meeting. You'd tried your hand at cooking that first day, which ended up with the oven nearly exploding, and only a charred casserole to show for it. After that, Felix had brought you over to his place for dinner, or you'd ordered in. You were a huge tv show buff, forcing him to watch a bunch of Korean survival shows with you. While they wouldn't usually be his cup of tea, he found himself enjoying them. Anything with you was fun. His life felt a thousand times fuller with you in it.

He had given up hope a long time ago of ever being with you. He just wanted to be around you, be in your presence. Make you laugh or smile, and if being your friend was the only way he could accomplish that, then so be it.

Felix would never tell you about what he did that first night after he met you. Or rather, what he'd done every night since then, with his hand wrapped around his cock, growling your name under his breath as he thought of you in every filthy position imaginable.

They were just fantasies. And that was all they'd be. And he was okay with that.

One day, almost exactly three weeks since you'd moved in, Felix was baking a cherry pie. It was the weekend, and seeing as he never had plans on the weekend, he'd decided he wanted to try his hand at baking. It had been awhile since he'd baked anything, but he was feeling in an especially good mood. Yesterday, you had fallen asleep on his shoulder during the finale of one of your favorite shows. He could still feel your rhythmic breaths against his neck as he stared at the tv, trying not to look down at you.

He'd thought about that all night, as he pleasured himself to what at this point had become an alternate version of you. A parallel universe in which you were single, and interested in him.

Now, he was mixing together the dry ingredients for the pie crust before he could mix it together and put the filling inside. He'd forgotten just how much baking calmed him down.

But right as he had placed the dough in the pie plate, there was a knock at the door.

After he recovered from the near heart attack the loud noise gave him, he hurried over and pulled the door open.

You stood there, wearing a pair of brown sweatpants and a plain white cropped tank top. He gaped at you, for a second unsure of what to say.

"H-hi," you said, your voice wavering for a moment. It was then that he saw how red your eyes were. Had you been crying?

"Are you okay?" He blurted. He'd never seen you look even remotely upset. The saddest he'd ever seen you was when your favorite idol from one of your survival shows got eliminated. But he'd never seen you cry. He decided he hated it. He definitely wasn't a violent person, but he wanted to punch whoever made you feel like this.

You nodded, trying to smile. But your lip wobbled as you did so, and he swore he would break down every door in this complex to figure out who the hell was responsible.

"C-can I come in?" You asked, peering inside his apartment nervously. "If you're busy, I can go."

He shook his head, immediately letting you inside.

You walked into the kitchen, rubbing your arms with your hands like you were a stranger, despite having been in his apartment multiple times.

You stopped and smelled the air. "Are you baking?" You asked, sounding like your normal self for the first time that day.

He nodded. "Cherry pie. I thought it could be fun, since I haven't baked in forever."

Your eyes brightened slightly. "When we first met, you said you'd teach me how to bake."

"You're right, I did," Felix chuckled. "I can't believe you remember that."

"I remember everything from the day we met."

You stared at him boldly, the remnants of tears starting to dry on your cheeks, leaving only a slight shimmer behind. He stared back, unable to look away. There had always been something alluring about your eyes. It was like you were trying to hypnotize him.

"R-right," Felix cleared his throat. "Well, I could teach you today, if you'd like."

You smiled, coming to stand next to him. You were close, too close.

He tried to subtly move away. Being that close to you was still intoxicating.

You were taken, he had to stay hands-off. And that was near impossible with your soft skin brushing against him.

"No one has ever wanted to teach me anything before," you said, staring at the pie plate with the unbaked crust sitting inside it.

"What about your boyfriend?" Felix asked. "Why did he give up so quickly?"

"He's uhh..." you paused, eyes laser-focused on the pie. "He's not my boyfriend anymore."

Silence fell over the two of you. Felix's mouth was so dry, he couldn't say anything even if he wanted to. Should he console you? Tell you "good riddance, that guy sucked anyway"? They both sounded grossly inappropriate.

"So, what do we do next?" You interrupted his thoughts, pointing at the pie.

"Oh!" Felix hurried back over to you, nearly slipping in his socks. "We take the cherry pie filling and put it in the crust, then we do a lattice pattern over the top with the leftover dough."

"Cherry pie is my favorite," you commented, poking a finger into the filling and tasting it. "That's sooo good! Did you make it yourself?"

If it was anyone else, Felix would have given them major side-eye for eating cherry filling with their hands like that. But this was you. His heart squeezed and his face heated up from the praise.

"Y-yeah, it's really not that hard," he scratched the back of his neck, trying to hide his blush.

You smiled up at him, dipping your finger back in and putting it in front of his face, like you wanted him to try.

He stared back at you, dumbfounded. Did you really want him to eat off your finger?

He guessed he must have stared at you for too long, because you shrugged and retracted your finger, before eating it yourself. He caught his breath, trying to calm his hammering heartbeat. Jesus, what were you doing to him?

"Fine, you wanna feed me instead?" You asked, the hint of a smirk appearing on your mischievous face. You held the bowl out to him.

You'd done cheeky things like this before, to the point that he wasn't sure if you were playing with him or not. Since you had a boyfriend, he'd just assumed you were a naturally flirty person.

Now that he thought about it, this wasn't the first time you'd come over with especially red eyes. He knew you didn't smoke or do drugs, and you usually played it off, saying it was allergies or something, so he'd just ignored it. But maybe this wasn't the first time you'd had boyfriend problems.

And now you were single - you'd just said it a couple minutes ago.

Maybe it was okay to hope again. He sure as hell wanted that. Because if he was being honest with himself, he'd never really stopped.

So he dipped his finger into the bowl, hygiene be damned, and offered you a taste.

You leaned forward and captured his finger between your lips. You sucked lightly on his fingertip, swirling your tongue along the surface of his skin, removing all the fruity syrup. When you released him and stepped back, an even more obvious smirk painted your stunning face.

Felix's heartbeat raced so hard he wondered if he was going to pass out. That had to have been on purpose. You were flirting with him.

And of course, it was working. His cock, which had been more active in the past three weeks than it had in his entire life, hardened instantly. The sensation of your wet tongue against his skin brought all of those dirty thoughts that constantly simmered in the back of his mind come exploding to the forefront. All he wanted to do was bend you over this counter and-

"Can I put the cherry filling in the crust now?" You asked, nodding at the bowl still in your hands.

"Uh- we have to um... yeah, put the filling in," Felix blustered, taking the bowl from you. That expression on your face as you looked him over, as if you knew exactly what he was thinking.

The two of you spent the rest of the day baking not one, but two cherry pies. He demanded that you take one home, and just bring the pie plate back when you were done. He hoped the gesture would remind you of him. And, even better, it gave him an excuse to see you, soon.

"If you're sure!" You held the pie in your right hand as you walked towards the door, your cheeks rosy from the warm kitchen. "If it's gross, I'm blaming you."

You stood on your tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek, before opening the door with your free hand and walking out.

Felix stared after you, trying to process what the hell had just happened. Your scent still lingered all throughout the apartment, and he couldn't help but breathe deeply as he dissected the entire day.

Did you just kiss him on the cheek? And had you just spent the entire afternoon baking in his apartment? And maybe even flirted with him, multiple times?

As he packed away his pie and continued to reflect, he had to admit one thing to himself.

He was falling for you. And he should just let it happen.

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Felix knew he should feel ashamed that he had come to look forward to his alone time right before bed. It had become something of a nighttime ritual. Every time he would cum to those filthy thoughts of you, he would tell himself "never again." But before he knew it, he was back, staring at the ceiling of his room, unable to stop thinking about you, and what he wanted to do with you. It had become a delusion, one he knew would never come true.

But now, after today? Felix didn't know where you two stood. Even he, who had been described by multiple friends as "miserably dense", had caught onto the fact that you were flirting with him. And as much as he tried to stay pessimistic, he couldn't help but let a desperate hope sneak back into his mind.

It was probably because of this hope that he couldn't even wait until after his shower, before his cock was heavy with need. He was so hard it physically ached.

As he stood in the shower under the hot water, he ran desperate fingers along his tip, arousing himself further. His hips jerked forward instinctively as hungry images of you, pushed up against the shower wall, flashed through his mind. Could it be at all possible that you might want this too? Did you think about him in this way?

"I've been waiting for this," he imagined you gasp against his neck as he pressed his mouth along every inch of your body that he could reach.

"Fuck, please," he moaned your name much louder than he'd meant to as he rocked his hips back and forth. All he could think about was you. Your touch, your smell, your taste.

It was all too much.

He gripped the wall with one hand, the other stroking his rock hard cock, frantically trying to satisfy his never-ending craving for you. He raced closer and closer to the precipice of his orgasm, his voice growing hoarse from the low, desperate growls of your name. He hoped his voice was drowned out by the pattering of the shower on his back. But as he came with a few shuddering thrusts, thinking of nothing but the vivid image of your tight cunt clenching around him, he couldn't find it in him to care.

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Fuck, today had exhausted you.

You'd broken up with your boyfriend for the last time, had a breakdown in your car, impulse bought a new vibrator, and barged in on your hot-as-shit next door neighbor. And that was all before noon.

All of it was a long time coming, honestly. Your boyfriend - now ex-boyfriend - was a steaming piece of shit, and you should have ditched him a long time ago. He'd been jealous of the amount of time you spent with Felix over the past few weeks, and after numerous fights and yelling matches, that had been the last straw.

But he'd been right in the end, hadn't he?

You would much rather spend time with the sweet, funny, adorable, new neighbor than your cranky, gym-rat boyfriend with a high sex drive, but low drive to give oral sex, anyday.

Not to mention Felix was frustratingly ignorant to how irresistibly sexy he was. How was that possible? He could probably charm the pants off of a sewer rat, and yet he spent most of his time at work, or holed up in his apartment by himself.

You had wondered, on multiple occasions, how experienced he was in bed.

Not that you'd mind no matter what. There was an appeal to someone inexperienced. But you had a feeling, or maybe it was just your dirty mind playing tricks on you, that he was better in bed than he let on.

You groaned, stretching your arms across the top of the couch, trying to distract yourself. How many times had you thought about getting Lee Felix into bed with you?

You knew that had probably made you a bad girlfriend, but it wasn't like your ex was any better. You hadn't cheated on him once, even when he'd gaslit you into staying with him months longer than you wanted to. Plus, you knew he was at least flirting with multiple girls at the gym, and stayed out past five in the morning everyday partying without you, so you didn't find yourself feeling sorry at all.

How could you, when Felix was literally the perfect man?

Not only had he cooked you your favorite meals, watched your favorite tv shows, and laughed at all of your shitty jokes, but he taught you how to bake. That was something that your ex, or anyone else, had never done.

Felix was special. He seemed to understand you on a deeper level than anyone else ever had. And you'd only known him for three weeks.

You sighed, heading into the bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready for bed.

It was probably wishful thinking, imagining all these things about your next door neighbor. You'd been stupid enough to stay in a shitty relationship for so long, he'd probably never see you as anything other than a fun hang, maybe even one of the guys. Yikes.

But as much as you didn't want to believe that, he'd never even slightly responded to any of your flirty advances. Even today, after you admitted that you were single again, he didn't seem to be interested. It kind of sucked to get rejected like that, but you supposed you couldn't be mad at him. It was your fault, anyway.

But as you started to brush your teeth, you heard a noise through the wall that almost made you choke on your toothbrush.

A moan. A really loud one. And it was coming through the wall. From Felix's apartment.

You paused, toothbrush still in your mouth, waiting to see if more sounds would come. Maybe you'd imagined it. Maybe you were getting your hopes up, wishing so badly that he might think about you the same way you thought about him, that you were actually going crazy.

Because honestly, who wouldn't think about getting Felix in bed?

But you supposed if you could hear him so clearly through the wall in your bathroom, he wasn't in bed. It was a little early to be going to sleep anyway, you supposed.

Straining your ears to try and see if you could hear anything else, you thought there was the faint sound of the pipes pulling water into his bathroom. You had noticed that you could occasionally hear when your neighbors flushed the toilet or turned on the sink.

So was he taking a shower?

God, there was something so irresistibly sexy about Felix masturbating in the shower. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to keep the images of the water hitting his back, steam surrounding his lean, muscular figure as he pleasured himself, at bay. Your core throbbed at the thought.

It was such a filthy thing to be doing, getting turned on by your next door neighbor, who you hadn't even known for an entire month. It was wrong, wasn't it?

"Fuck, fuck..."

You heard it again. Only this time, something else accompanied those sworn oaths that made your entire body heat up.

Your name.

If he kept growling with that hoarse, raspy voice, holy hell, you could cum from that alone.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you struggled to breathe. Did you hear that correctly? Was Felix touching himself, and thinking about you while he did so? You washed your mouth out and put your toothbrush back, but you were unable to get the sound of his moans out of your head. Your panties were absolutely soaked already, and he hadn't done anything to you yet. You hadn't even seen him. How could he affect you this badly?

What were you supposed to do in this situation? You stood in front of the mirror, refusing to leave, just in case you might catch something else.

You heard the sounds come again, louder this time. Your name spilled from his lips over and over, and you could tell he was getting close.

All you wanted to do was go over there and provide the satisfaction the both of you clearly needed.

There had been many nights when you'd been sexually and emotionally frustrated, either after you had a fight, or even really bad sex, with your ex, and couldn't resist touching yourself. And as much as you'd tried to think solely about your now-ex, your mind kept slipping to Felix. His low, gravelly voice (damn, you really couldn't stop thinking about that, could you?) when he joked with you, the way his hand accidentally brushed your thigh when you sat on the couch together, the smell of his shampoo. Everything about him was so hot. And the knowledge that he wanted you too was unraveling your self control much too quickly.

You heard another moan, this one more strangled, almost choked, than the others. You closed your eyes, sliding your hand into your pajama shorts. If he was thinking about you while he touched himself, then it couldn't be too weird for you to do the same, right?

You lost yourself in the sounds of his borderline tortured pleasure, like he also didn't want to be touching himself in this way, but couldn't control himself. There was something so sexy about his gritted out moans and groans that drove you absolutely crazy.

You tried rubbing your own clit, imagining it was Felix touching you instead, but it didn't work. Your fingers paled in comparison to the real thing. You needed him. And it was clear that he needed you. You pulled your hands away from your body and fixed your shorts.

And as you lingered for a few more seconds to listen to Felix finish, relishing in those aching grunts, you decided there was only one option: you were going over there to take what you wanted. Or rather, what Felix had so kindly begged of you.

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Felix sat on the couch after his shower. He felt a lot less frustrated than before, but he still wasn't satisfied.

He needed more. He needed you.

A knock came from his door. He checked the clock. It was nearly 10pm, much too late to be getting visitors. Not that he got any normally.

Peering through the peephole, he saw you, and his heart sped up tenfold. What could you want at such a late hour?

There could really only be one thing, right? But no, he couldn't get his hopes up. There were surely other possibilities. You could have had another fight with your ex. You could have gotten locked out of your apartment. Anything except what he needed, needed so badly he physically ached.

But when he opened the door, he knew.

"H-hi Lix," you said, staring up at him.

Your cheeks were flushed hazy pink, your eyes wide and glassy, lips slightly puffy and swollen, like you'd been biting them. You were in a cozy gray tank top and matching pajama shorts. Like you'd been getting ready for bed.

You'd heard him.

Of course you did. He hadn't exactly been quiet about his intense pleasure, and you had adjoining bathrooms. If you'd been brushing your teeth or showering at the same time, there was no way you missed his loud groans. And he'd said your name. There was no questioning his feelings.

He opened his mouth to say something, to ask you if you'd heard him, see if you wanted to come inside and talk about it. Maybe you could still be friends after all this. Maybe you wouldn't absolutely hate him.

But before he could say anything, you stepped inside, slammed the door shut, and launched yourself at him.

As you pressed your lips against his, his mind went blank. You tasted sweet and desperate, as if you'd been waiting for this too. Pulling himself out of his shock, he kissed you back, flipping the two of you around and shoving you against the wall next to the door.

You let out a small gasp, but didn't protest as you wrapped your legs around his waist and deepened the kiss. Your tongue pressed against his mouth, and he opened willingly, biting your bottom lip while grabbing your ass to hold you up. Fuck, was this really happening? His mind was a blur as he let his own tongue explore your mouth, taking in your smell and taste.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" He breathed, sliding his hand into your hair to pull you closer.

"I-I heard you," you gasped between your tangled mouths. "And I had to. I've been thinking about this for so long." You slid your arms around his neck, finally breaking the kiss, breathed heavily. "I-I've wanted you so bad."

Felix unwittingly let out a soft moan as he gazed into your eyes, which were blown-out in pleasure. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this too. I can't believe you're really here. I didn't know you heard me..."

You giggled. "Of course I did, you were really loud."

Felix blushed, ducking his head. "A-and what did you think?"

"It was the hottest thing I've ever heard," you said softly, brushing your lips against his neck. He shivered, leaning into your touch.

"I'm glad you broke up with your boyfriend," Felix murmured, one hand moving to your waist and squeezing. "He was an asshole."

"Let's not talk about him tonight," you whispered, meeting his gaze. "I want this to be about you and me."

He nodded. "I'd like that," he agreed, his heart picking up again. He'd been right. You were here to see him, to be with him. And even though he was scared shitless, he was ready.

"Are you sure you want this?" You ran a finger down his arm. "I don't want to pressure you into anything, I just thought that- because of- you might want me as much as I want you."

"Yes," Felix said instantly. "With you, always yes."

You opened your mouth to reply, your face red with delight.

Before you could say anything, Felix kissed you with as much fervor as he'd been dreaming about. Knowing that you wanted him too, he couldn't hold back anymore.

You moaned against him, opening your mouth to him once more, grinding your hips against him in slow, sensual rolls.

"F-fuck," he gasped in surprise, his cock already straining against his sweatpants. "That feels so good."

"Yeah?" You said against his mouth, smirking as you moved harder. "Tell me what you want, Lix. Tell me how you like it."

"I-I just want you," Felix breathed, starting to move his hips back against you to counter your movements. "Please, I need you."

"But what exactly do you want, Lix?" You blushed. "I want you to feel good."

Felix looked down sheepishly. "I-I just want to smell you. You smell so good."

You grinned, hopping out of his grip and instantly onto the floor, kneeling in front of him. You still hadn't moved more than a few feet from the front door, but Felix didn't care. There was something so much hotter about the urgency at which you moved, like you were dying for a taste of him.

You started pulling his pants down, along with his boxers. The image of you on your knees for him was one of the lewdest things he'd ever seen, and he nearly came at the sight.

As you tugged his boxers off, his throbbing cock sprang free in front of your face. The tip was already red and angry, leaking precum, and you licked it away. As you took him by the base of his shaft, a hiss of pain escaped his lips. A confident smirk on your face, you stroked him once from the base to the tip, before sliding your mouth around him.

"Oh shit," Felix forced out, his hand finding purchase in your hair. He didn't know if he wanted to push you away or pull you forward, to make you choke on his dick. "Please, more."

You obeyed, taking as much of him as you could and sucking hard, your tongue swirling along the tip. Your hand stroked him up and down on the part of him that your mouth couldn't fit.

The pleasure was so intense, Felix thought he was going to explode in your mouth right away. He took deep breaths, starting to thrust his dick in and out of your perfect, wet mouth.

"God, you're so perfect," he gasped, fisting your hair as you gagged on his length over and over, saliva dripping down your chin. "You feel even better than I imagined."

"You're so big, Lix," you gasped around him, your free hand massaging his balls as you continued to take him, hard and fast.

"Ah shit, I'm gonna cum," he gritted his teeth, pulling you off him. "I don't want to finish yet, baby."

You stood up, playfully frowning. "But what if I wanted you to cum in my mouth?"

He groaned, pressing his lips against yours in response, breathing in your scent. You smelled even more amazing than he remembered, your usual sweet scent now mixed with musky sweat. Before he could stop himself, he licked your neck, wanting to taste you. Fuck, you tasted like candy.

"Let me pleasure you, baby," he growled, starved eyes meeting yours. Before you could protest, he tugged your pants off and ripped your panties, leaving them in a pile on the floor.

"Fuck, yes please," you gasped as he lifted your leg up. Your hand ran through his hair as you gazed down at him, eyes wide and face flushed. You looked like a wild mess, even hotter than his fantasies.

Now eye level with your cunt, which was already drenched with arousal, he'd never seen something so perfect in his life. He wet his lips before licking a stripe across your clit.

"Felix-" you gasped, tugging on his hair. It was slightly painful, but he didn't care. "More, please."

Felix immediately buried his mouth in your pussy, sucking and biting at your clit, sliding his tongue in and out of you.

"Can you use your fingers?" You moaned, your hips moving back and forth against him.

He slid one finger inside your tight cunt, then a second. You were already so tight. Just the thought of his cock fitting inside made him even harder. He wanted to touch himself, but instead he focused all of his desire on you.

He continued to suck on your clit, pumping his fingers in and out of you at the rhythm that made you whimper his name the loudest and pull his hair the hardest. He thrusted his fingers in as far as they would go, until they hit a spongey part inside of you that made you cry out in pleasure.

"Shit, Lix I-I'm close, please," you panted, riding his fingers and mouth as you desperately tried to reach your climax.

"Cum for me baby," he ordered, continuing to lick and suck on your swollen clit. Your hips were shaking so hard he wondered if he should slow down, but your cries of pleasure told him not to.

With a few broken wails of his name, you fell apart, nearly collapsing against him as your legs gave out, and a rush of wetness spread across his tongue. You tasted perfect, sweet and tangy. He kept licking your clit until you whimpered from overstimulation, pushing him away gently.

He barely had time to wipe his mouth clean before you pulled him close, kissing him over and over again. His hands rested on your waist, his breaths coming in quick gasps as you nibbled on his bottom lip, just as desperate as before.

"Please Lix," you mumbled against his mouth. "I need you."

It took him a second to realize what you were saying. You were really standing in front of him, lips kiss-bitten and swollen, asking him to fuck you.

"You don't have to ask me twice," Felix chuckled breathlessly, before picking you up by the waist and carrying you to his bedroom.

He threw you down on the bed as gently as he could. As you laid in front of him, bare from the waist down, he couldn't help but think of you, lying on your bed the first day you met. You'd looked ethereal to him then. Somehow, you were even more beautiful now, almost otherworldly. He felt like he really knew you. You were more than just a pretty face. You were smart, determined, and incredibly kind. He never would have guessed he would be here with you, like this.

You motioned for him to join you on the bed, and he obeyed, coming to stand at the edge of the bed above you. Grinning, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of you. At first, he was scared he might crush you, but with your legs around his waist, your bare pussy rubbing up against his semi-hard cock, all coherent thought vanished. It was only you.

"Please, Lix," you whimpered, sucking harsh kisses up and down his neck. "I'll beg if I have to."

He laughed softly, pulling your shirt over your head. "I want to see you first," he whispered, cupping one of your full, perfect breasts in his hand. "You're so beautiful."

You blushed, but didn't respond. "If you get to see me like this, I want your shirt off too," You replied, tugging at the bottom of his shirt.

He helped you to remove his shirt too. He usually didn't like others seeing him like this, but with you, it felt completely natural. Comfortable even.

You smiled, running your hands up and down his chest. "I've always wanted to know what you looked like shirtless," you said, raking your gaze up and down his entire body. He felt heat rise on his face, but he didn't mind. He just wanted you. His cock, which had started to harden earlier, was rock solid now. Just seeing you completely naked made him want to destroy you.

You climbed on top of him, your legs straddling his torso. "Fuck, you're so big," you murmured, rubbing your wet clit up and down his length, coating him in your arousal. "You feel so good, babe."

Felix groaned, the lewd sounds of your pussy sliding along his cock exciting him even further. "We'll go as slow as you need."

You shook your head. "No, I don't want to go slow."

You gripped the base of his cock, before lowering yourself onto him. You let out a loud moan, throwing your head back as you slid further onto him. "Oh shit, yes! Fuck, you fill me so good, baby."

Felix tried to hold your waist, but his hands were shaking so badly he couldn't get a good grip. Your tight, wet cunt practically sucked him in as you impaled yourself deeper and deeper onto him.

"You feel even better than I imagined," Felix panted, starting to thrust up into you. You felt so good, he couldnt control himself as he went even harder. "I'm gonna ruin you, angel."

You whined at his words, your hands going to your breasts as you squeezed them, pinching the nipples and moaning. "Yes, faster Lix, please!"

Felix grabbed you around the waist, pulling you down so you laid on top of him, both of your chests pressed together. He breathed against your neck, smelling that warm scent that he loved so much. Fuck, fuck. He thought to himself as he thrusted harder and harder into you, slamming his cock in and out of your tight hole.

"You smell so good baby," he gasped, his hips stuttering as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him.

"Lix, lix," you chanted his name like your life depended on it. Your hair fell over his face as you pressed your lips feverishly against his, whimpering into his mouth as you bounced faster and faster on top of him.

The slapping sound of flesh on flesh, mixed with the squelching of your soaked pussy, continued as he hammered into you, your name exploding from his mouth over and over again as you got wetter and wetter, your arousal dripping down his cock and onto the sheets.

"I-I want you on top," you whimpered. "I want you to fuck me so hard that I'm screaming your name."

"F-fuck baby, you're driving me crazy," Felix breathed, thrusting into you one more time before he flipped you over, digging your back into the mattress. "God, you look so sexy underneath me."

"I like being under you, baby," you smirked up at him. He grabbed your face and pressed your lips back together. Your tongue invaded his mouth as he sucked on your lower lip, your bodies still attached.

Felix rested above you, using his arms to prop himself up.

"Just to warn you," he began, his voice hoarse. "When I'm on top, I tend to lose control. I don't do gentle."

Your eyes lit up like it was a challenge. "Good, I don't want you to."

Felix's cock throbbed at your words. Were you trying to kill him?

He started off slow, trying to tether himself to a rope to start. He didn't want to scare you away. No matter how confident you were, he didn't want to go too hard and hurt you.

"Tell me if it's too much," he rasped into your ear as he started to move.

"Mm," you nodded, instantly wrapping your legs around him, pulling him close so he went in hilt-deep. "Faster, please."

Felix smirked. "We're on my time now, baby."

Your eyes widened, but you didn't object.

He closed his eyes, starting to speed up. The feeling of his hard cock thrusting in and out of your tight pussy was driving him insane. His hips lifted up and down as he fucked you harder, the bed bouncing up and down as he went.

"Fuck, yes Lix!" You cried out, your fingers digging into his back, nails scratching at his bare skin so hard it left angry, red marks. "You feel so fucking good!"

"Yes baby, yes," Felix grunted, opening his eyes to gaze down at you. Your eyes were squeezed shut, mouth open in a half-moan of pleasure. "You feel so damn good babe."

"Just like that babe," you panted, pushing his head down to your bare breasts. He took the invitation eagerly, bringing a nipple to his lips and sucking. You gasped, bucking your hips up against his in response. He growled against your skin, his hips stuttering at your sound of pleasure as he increased his speed even more. He bit your nipple a little rougher than he meant, causing you to squeal, your cunt tightening around him like a vice.

"Please Lix, please," you begged, rocking your hips desperately against his. "I-I'm gonna cum!"

"Wait for me, baby," he growled, and you nodded, a quiet whimper escaping your lips as you pulled him closer to you, his cock driving impossibly deeper into your tight cunt.

He switched to your other nipple, pounding his length into you as hard as he could. You felt so fucking good, he couldn't stop. He buried his face in your neck, breathing as deep as he could as he lost himself in the warm wetness of your body.

His hips began to stutter and his chest shook, and he knew he was close. "Fuck baby, cum for me," he snarled, biting your neck as he did so.

"Please, please babe, fuck me, fuck me," you sobbed, pressing your lips against him. "I-I'm gonna cum, Lix I-" you stopped mid sentence, your pussy squeezing around him so tight he could barely breathe. Your entire body shook as you cried out his name, before you exploded around him, your whole body quaking from the power of your orgasm.

"You're so perfect baby," he grunted, his voice breaking as he fucked you with so much power, your entire body shook. He thrusted brokenly in and out twice, before releasing inside of you.

You shuddered at the sensation as he slowly pulled out, the white liquid dripping out of your soaked cunt.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close. He dug his nose into your hair, nuzzling into your neck.

"Fuck, thank god I'm on birth control," you said, letting out a soft laugh as you wrapped a leg around his waist. "That was even better than my fantasies."

Felix laughed against you and nodded. "Hell yeah. Can we go again?"

You smiled at him, nodding vigorously.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, soaking in each other's presence.

Suddenly, you turned to him."Why do you like my scent so much?"

Felix shrugged, breathing in once again. You still smelled fucking amazing. "I dunno, you just smell really good. Comforting."

You giggled, bringing his mouth to yours in a deep kiss.

It was at that moment that he realized what you smelled like.

Cherry pie.

laska's note —

eek! this was my first ever published smut one-shot here on tumblr, and i really like how it turned out! what did y'all think? was it too long? would you have liked even more character development? please give me all your honest feedback because i want to hear it! i love you guys and thank you for your support as i try out writing new stuff! i am not taking requests yet, but if this post does well or people really want it, then i might think about it! ily mwah!

#stray kids #lee felix #felix smut #felix smau #skz stay #skz smut #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz female oc #skz felix #skz scenarios #skz oneshots #skz x female reader #felix x reader #felix x female reader #skz #stray kids smut

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cressthebest · 3 months ago

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 44

chapter 67:

1. jfc remus (how is he that strong)

2. god, can’t our side have one fucking win? all these people captured. including my remus

3. “"She started the war for me, and she'll end it for me, too."” GOD i love lesbians

4. NO NO NOOOO NO NO NOOOOOO NOOOOO NOOOO MARLENE STOP NOOOOO!!! SHE WANTS TO PROPOSE TO DORCAS AFTER THE WAR!!!! SHES GONNA DIE I CANT HANDLE THIS

5. 😦

6. marlene?? i-

7. i’m still in shock

8. okay i have my bearings. this is why the post is two days after the last one lol. anyways, i’m actually pissed that she didn’t get to die a big dramatic or memorable death. she didn’t do anything. it was just a landmine. and she’s dead. and i get it, i really do. war isn’t always big heroic deaths. it’s also this. where one moment, you’re planning to propose to your partner and laughing with your freind, and half a second later, you’re blown to bits. but genuinely, her death fucked me up. i knew it was coming, but not like this. holy shit, not like this

anyways, the first thing i did after i read that bit was text my freind. and first thing they did was call me. i sent in bold “IM CRYING” and i get back “why” “MARLENE” bro immediate call. not well. not well at all

9. i continued and read the rest of her death. and her last words being dorcas will forever fuck me up

10. PANDORA????? PANDORA????

12. anyways all i did was call back the freind and say “PANDORA” and that bitch laughed at me. (love them to death) told them to go suck a lemon (they’d never heard that phrase before) and then they made me hang up to finish reading

my poor roommate has heard me call this freind twice (it’s ten o’clock at night)

13. “Horace would need more than just two hands, many more, to count the amount of people who would have gladly put their guns down for Pandora alone.” yeah, me for one

14. FLEAMONT NOOOOO

15. james will be devestated beyond belief

16. remus? huh??? he was shot in the head. but. he had a pov. i’m not sure now

17. …dorcas? i was so sure she had a pov

no wait she has a pocket. just checked

18. regulus???

19. um actually albus can fucking keel over. wont save all those other people in the lineup, then hears his brothers name and is willing to sacrifice the war for him. i get it, but alberforth knew this would happen to him

20. huh, damn. and alberforth still gets shot

21. 🚨🚨🚨pandora is safe. holy shit pandora is safe. i repeat pandora is safe 🚨🚨🚨

22. and fleamont and suddenly that all made sense

23. “”You forgot to count your bullets."” do i hate snape? yeah. but that’s fucking iconic

24. “Riddle lost the moment those doors burst open and two of Euphemia's someday son-in-laws moved into the room with Dorcas Meadowes one step ahead of them.” lmao freaking iconic. more historically important than trump getting shot

25. effie stopping to mourn barty gave me chills

26. NO FLEAMONT!!!! i’m getting fucking whiplash from this

27. effie having such a short pov but still so much emotion and character is shown in her love for fleamont

28. yall remus, regulus, and dorcas are fucking insane.

and i’m so here for it

29. “For all those years Sirius was taken away from him, Regulus breaks Riddle's fingers. Ten years, ten fingers.

For what Riddle took from James, Regulus takes his eyes. This is a difficult task. Regulus has never removed someone's eyes before. It's messy, and it takes the combined efforts of Remus and Dorcas to keep Riddle from flopping right out of his chair.”

mom pick me up i’m scared

30. “There are no good people in war, and now Dorcas thinks there are no good people out of it—certainly not her, because she would gladly go back into it just to have Marlene again.”

going feral over this actually. i’m unwell. i’m so freaking feral over this omg

31. reading authors notes and finding out that monty was author’s prim is actually making me go fucking insane

32. 😀 hi i’m unwell

(anyways side note, uhhh chapter was fucking insane but also like if y’all are reading this fic or this post, just know that there is no anger or resentment towards the author. he wrote this for himself and shared it with us. it’s a masterpiece and we RESPECT people. so yeah, this is the story he wanted to tell, so he wrote it for himself. just ya know, so yall remember)

[also don’t sell fics 😊 i will hunt you down]

#marauders #dorlene #dorcas x marlene #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #pandora rosier #pandora lovegood #monty potter #fleamont potter #remus lupin #regulus black #euphemia potter #effie potter #crimson rivers

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whatyadrawin · 11 months ago

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The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 3-

Minors DNI!

Masterlist

Approximately 2,682 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt(HeadCanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings: Strong language, use of derogatory terms, sexually suggestive language.

A/n: Two drawings took me so long, I feel very pathetic and unproductive but I am so happy to get the ball rolling. I can't wait to illustrate and submit chapter 4 because oooooh lord Tommy boy gon look good in it. I am also so excited to get writing the next few chapters, I have the fire in me and I don't want it to go out until I get a bunch of writing done lol. Please check the masterlist linked above for updates on progress.

Tag list: @fan-goddess

Chapter 3

The day begins with the sounds of birds happily chirping in the tree shading your backyard; a gentle breeze is washing over the land, cooling the heat away from the ground. You feel good today and decide it’s time for a cute yet practical outfit, so you grab some jean shorts, and a bright yellow tank top with a reliable pair of boots, you were ready to get things done. After eating some oatmeal purchased from Luda Mae’s store, you get your things ready to go drive to the next town and do some serious food shopping.

The car is packed with some water and a snack or two, but before you hit the road you take a trip down to see Dover the farmhand to try and appease him one more time. The morning seems to be the best time to catch him, and you can see him watching TV through a window so you knock on the door gently and hear a groan, he answers the door and when he sees you, he rolls his eyes and says rudely,

“Whadya want?”

You put on a sincere smile and reply “Good morning, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything?”

“Ya interrupted my peace, now what the hell d’ya want?” his tone is aggressive, but you continue,

“I just thought I might interest you in some new stuff for your home? I know you like how things are but I wanted to see if I could make it more comfortable, like a new T.V, or a new bed or whatever else.”

He throws his head back and sighs “Ya just don’ get it do ya? I don’ want yer fancy shit from the city, I don’ need nothin’ other’an this here orchard n’some peace! Why don’t ya just go play dress up with the Hewitts again, see if their retard son will play tea party with ya”

He slams the door on you. You feel sick with anger and knock again, this time more loudly.

Dover opens the door and screams “The fuck is yer problem?”

You try to keep your cool as you reply through gritted teeth “Why are you so mean to me? What did I ever do to you other than be kind and offer you help or nice things! You don’t even know my name!”

Dover’s eyebrows furl into and angry frown “This here land belongs t’me, stupid little girl. I worked fer years under that bitch Tilly, and the fact that she left everythin’ to some no-good kid who don’ deserve it, makes my skin crawl. If I had my way, this place’d be mine”

You look visibly confused “What is that supposed to mean?”

He then pauses and gets all flustered “Nothin’, nothin’ at all. You just let me do everythin’ here, soon ya gon’ realize ya don’t belong here and leave, if ya know what’s good fer ya. Now never come back to this house ever again or I’ll give ya somethin’ to cry ‘bout”

He slams the door again and you are shaking with rage, your eyes begin to well up with tears as you walk away back to your car. You set out on the drive to the next town and it feels like it lasts forever, the road is straight and flat, and the surroundings are just large swathes of yellow grass and wheat rushing past you as you speed up to shorten the distance. The sky is cloudless and the sun is blaring down on you causing your eyelids to weigh down, you decide to put on a playlist that only has bangers to energize you. Eventually you see the welcome sign for the next town and feel a sigh of relief.

The town is small but you are able to spot a large Costco in the distance -Oh hell yeah, I can really stock up now-. You find a parking spot close to the door and as you walk in you get blasted by the air conditioning which feels so nice after that long, hot drive. You take your time through the aisles grabbing as many bulk items as you can, finding preserved goods that won’t immediately go bad, and some produce that would be able to last a little longer than others. Once your cart is fully maxed out with goods you head to the cashier who looks at you funny due to the number of things you are buying. They greet you,

“Hi Ma’am, all this for you?”

You smile, feeling a bit embarrassed “Yeah, I don’t live nearby any stores, just stocking up.”

They smile back “Oh yeah? Where ya comin’ from?”

You reply “Fuller”

The cashier squints her eyes in curiosity “Fuller? Where’s that at?”

You are a little surprised by their response, but with how desolate the town is their response makes sense, you say,

“It’s a... um, well…a dead town near the Oklahoma border”

They tilt their head as they scan your Costco card “Must be real dead if I ain’t never heard of it.”

“Yeah, it is” you give a little chuckle and they continue,

“Well, alright then, I’ll get yer stuff boxed here and you can be back on yer way to the dead town.”

You finish paying and thank the cashier, then you start wheeling your cart back to the car when a very old man approaches you.

“You came from Fuller?” he says

You reply “Yeah, do you know it?”

He pauses, then says “I know it. That town used to have a lot people go missing after the businesses left. Why’re you out there?”

“I inherited an orchard” you say quietly

He places his hand on his chin “Oh? So, there’s still somethin’ left huh. Be careful ma’am, that town ain’t safe from what I know. The people ain’t right, if there’s any people left.”

You feel extremely confused “Ok, uh, thanks?”

You open the trunk and fill it with the bags wondering what he could possibly mean by people going missing, and the citizens being not right.

The drive back felt a lot faster; you were running what that old man had said through your head, -he must be talking about Dover, or maybe some urban legend-. You have experienced gossip and falsehoods about your own town back home before, so it didn’t seem so absurd to have a random stranger tell you something odd. You arrive back at the house by 1pm, happy to have been so productive today, you begin to unload the car and get everything into the house.

All the groceries get put away and you decide to start baking a batch of chocolate chip muffins for the Hewitts since they have been nothing but nice to you, and it’s the first time in a long while where you feel comfortable around other people; you are hopeful of making new long-term friends with the Hewitts. You bake 24 muffins since you assume that Tommy likely eats a lot and maybe hasn’t had a baked pastry in a while. When the muffins are done baking you take them out of the oven and put them in the little basket you brought the fruit over in, you cover the muffins with a cheesecloth and make your way over.

You walk up the driveway and look to the barn but don’t see Tommy there, just a group of chickens clucking around. You knock on the door which gets answered by Charlie who says,

“Well, well, well, what we got here? Bringin’ us somethin’ good sweetheart?”

You blush and reply “Yeah, I baked some muffins for all of you”

“Well, ain’t you sweet. Come in girlie, Luda’s gonna wanna say hi” he waves you in

You didn’t like how he stared at you but he seemed mostly harmless, he calls out into the house

“Luda! The neighbor girl is here!”

Luda Mae comes out from the kitchen drying her hands with a towel “Oh hi dear! What a welcome surprise to see you. What brings you by?”

You smile, Luda Mae is such a welcoming and kind person, you say “I baked some muffins for everyone, as a thank you for inviting me over the other day, and kindness you have all shown me”

“That is so thoughtful of you! I hope you know you’re welcome to come by anytime dear, you don’t need to bring gifts every visit, your company is enough” she says sincerely.

You feel very accepted among this strange small-town family you say “It was no big deal really, I went to the next town over to get groceries and picked up some ingredients to make sweet things to share”

Luda Mae tilts her head and smiles indicating how impressed she is by your kindness and generosity, she follows with “Well Tommy will just love these, I guess you must’ve known that he doesn’t get to eat baked goods often”

She calls out for him to come upstairs and you immediately get butterflies in your stomach, they make you feel nauseous and excited. You hear heavy, thudding footsteps and the house gently rattles as Tommy makes his way up to the living room from what you assume is the basement. He stops in his tracks the second he looks up and sees you; his eyes were shrouded in shadow from his hair and thick brows but despite the darkness, the brilliant blue looking back at you was vivid and bright; his long hair was roughly tousled and draped down to the nape of his neck in curly dark brown tendrils.

You finally got to see him even closer and you lose your breath with just how incredibly huge this giant of a man is compared to your own height, his chest is so wide it would enshroud your entire body if you hid behind it, his thick pectorals heaving with every breath under his worn-down short sleeve blouse. His legs were massive and covered by a pair of very worn and dirty jeans, they were hanging onto by a worn belt that had a large belt buckle, oxidized by time. You immediately felt a tinge of ancient animal fear from the obvious difference in power his body displayed, he could kill you in seconds if he wanted to but beneath his brutish exterior you could sense there was someone worth taking a chance on.

You wished to be able to see the rest of his face but it was hidden behind a dark leathery mask which was tactfully sewn together, there was only a small slit near his mouth for air to pass through, you wondered what he was hiding if he was already this impressive.

Luda Mae sighs and says,

“Thomas, don’t be shy, Y/N brought us some sweets, say thank you”

He holds his stare on you, he had never seen someone as breathtaking as yourself and your clothes did nothing to hide your robust, curvaceous figure, you didn’t look like someone who could easily break if he were to touch you but your height was barely a third of his own. He couldn’t help but find you simultaneously gorgeous and cute which was a perplexing and new feeling he welcomed. He suddenly snaps out of his trance when Luda Mae clears her throat, he then nods slowly as he shifts his eye contact from you and turns to leave quickly back down the stairs.

Luda Mae shakes her head “Excuse him, he takes a bit to warm up to people he likes”

“What about the people he doesn’t like?” You shocked yourself with your comment, it seemed to have just come out against your will.

Luda Mae looks at the floor and clenches the towel “Oh… haha well, don’t worry yourself about that hun. He likes you; one can tell that plain from the way he’s behavin’ ”

You let out a giggle and try to hide from the heat building up in your cheeks, Luda Mae notices this and smiles, Charlie sees this too and rudely barks in,

“Good thing y’got a crush on him because the people who don’t like him? Well, Girlie, you don’t wanna be them.”

Luda Mae drops her smile and snaps “YOU HUSH UP RIGHT THIS SECOND! THOMAS AIN’T DONE NOTHING WRONG!”

Charlie just laughs and wanders off, Luda Mae looks at you and says,

“I’m so sorry ‘bout him dear, he’s got such bad manners, does whatever he wants.” She places her hands on her hips and squints in the direction Charlie wandered off.

You reply “It’s alright. You know, Thomas seems to not want to be around me every time I come here. I hope I am not seeming like an intrusion to him.”

Luda Mae gets a worried look and says “Oh sweetheart, as his mama I can tell you with full certainty that he likes when you come over. He asked about you the other day, wondering who you are”

You try to suppress the smile forming on your lips, “I didn’t know he spoke. I would love to get to know him better” for some reason you kept saying bold statements despite your mind protesting the revealing honesty.

Luda Mae smiles at you “He speaks to the people he feels comfortable with, so far that’s only been me and sometimes Charlie. I think you may have to make an effort with Thomas dear, he is going to be like taming a wild animal, so you have your work cut out for you”

You continue a bit of small talk about the town you visited and then take your leave back down the drive way to home. The walk back makes you think of so many scenarios in which you would be able to speak with Tommy, he seemed like he would have a lot to say. The prospect of making Tommy trust you and having such a unique friend was overstimulating and got you so excited that you didn’t notice Dover come out of the bushes next to you, making you jump from being startled. He gives you a dirty look and says,

“Seems like yer makin’ friends with them Hewitt folk. What a stupid girl ya are. You know their sons a violent sort dontcha?”

You have had enough of Dover and his cruelty, you reply,

“I thought you wanted to be left alone? Besides, Thomas is really shy, he doesn’t seem violent”

Dover laughs “Ya really are dumber’n ya look! That retard would string ya up and eat ya alive if you don’t get the hell outta here”

You stop walking and face Dover “Why are you telling me this? It seems like you don’t care if I live or die so what would it matter to you if he DID eat me alive?”

He stops and looks at you “I DON’T CARE IF YA GET BURNED ALIVE!”

You stare at him, saying nothing, and he awkwardly looks around, expecting you to get mad, he follows

“Ya like that fool dontcha? Yer fixin’ to have him split yer birthin’ bits in two huh?”

You sneer at the crass statement “What is wrong with you? If you don’t need anything from me then please just go find the peace you claim to want, and let me live my life”

You continue walking away and he yells back after you “Those fuckers ate people ya know! Next theyr’ gon’ eat YOU! Have fun fuckin’ a cannibal man, ya dummy!”

You keep walking and make your way to the front door of your home, the words said to you by Dover were heinous but they did make you think, -He might be right, Luda Mae and her family say some really weird things a lot and seem to change the subject when things get too suspicious. At this point, I don’t care anymore… this is my only chance to have a normal life and have friends, maybe even family. I’m going to continue Tilly’s legacy, if not for her… then for all the people who seem to actually care about me-

Next chapter-

#what ya writin #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x y/n #slasher community #thomas hewitt x afab reader #leatherface 2006 #texas chainsaw massacre #my art #the fruit after the flesh

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ceedaryaps · 6 days ago

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Fourth Wing yap sesh pt1

!:Don't hate me guys lol it took forever to get back to posting but I swear I've been reading. I've finished fourth wing AND iron flame and i decided i was gonna do two parts in my reviews from now on 1 will be my thoughts on the characters. 2 will be my thoughts on the plot so these yap sessions are gonna have two parts per book.

So without further adoo here are my opinions on the fourth wing characters.

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Violet Sorrengail

I genuinely think Violet is so funny but not in a " she has good jokes" but more of a "damn she's kinda real". Promising to stay away from Xaden went out the window QUICK. First glance and homegirl was hungry I respect it. Giving Rhiannon her shoe without even hesitating just shows you what kina person Violet is she rides for her friends fr and she barely KNEW Rhiannon. People doubted her sooo much (looking at you dain) but they would always compliment how smart she was but their compliments never really extended to how she applied her mind to doing stuff. I mean who would even think to come up with that way of clearing the gauntlet. She dosent let anything stop her and I got mad respect for it.

Xaden Riorson

Don't jump me guys please....sometimes he gives me the ick. Don't get me wrong he's cool but i feel like he's very...cut and paste in my opinion. He just reminds me of a less emotionally available Rhysand. Even the looks are the same. BUT, i respect his character, Xaden is still young but took over the responsibilities of every marked child, every last one. He loves his folks real bad and I fw it.

Rhiannon Matthaias

Queen. That's it honestly. Bad Bitch. Cuntress. What else do I say. Rhiannon was the first to witness Violets vulnerability and didn't say SHIT. Any time Violet needed cover Rhiannon got her. You fw Violet? Rhiannon is on your ass. And she kicks ass like what more can we want. I defiantly knew she was leader material the more scenes I read of her, this is a Rhiannon stan account.

Dain Aetos

Brother eugghhhhhhhhhhhhh. It's always the first love interest that ends up being the ick. And I know I said Xaden gives me the ick but Dain Aetos? Yucky. I truly cant stand that no matter how many times Violet succeeds with flying colors he still believes she cant make her own decisions, having conversations to move her elsewhere not on her behalf pisses me off, and he's so possessive for what, I understand the whole childhood friends thing but its weird and I don't like it. Also the millisecond we knew what his signet was I just knew he was gonna peep into her thoughts from the jump. And then after Violet nearly got murdered in her sleep he REFUSED to believe that it was Amber who let them in. You're telling me an alleged fling meant more to him than his childhood friend getting killed in the night. Dpmo.

Liam Mairi

The best to do it fr fr. At first he was just assigned to violet as a favor for xaden but after a while violet was his buddy, I also feel like he assisted in bridging the social gap between the marked ones and the rest of the cadets. He will be missed.

Mira Sorrengail

Typical older sister tbh, I dont have any overwhelming thoughts of her, kudos for going toe to toe with their mom about Violet joining the war college.

Jack Barlowe

Definition of a crash out, is responsible for a good portion of the cadets deaths in the first year and that blows my mind bc........for what purpose. Like what does this do for you. And going after Andarna????? What business is it of yours if she had decided to bond with someone why kill her? And why did he think the dragons would just LET them kill her. Tairn should have cooked him in that moment ong. Baide weird as hell for bonding with a mf willing to kill a baby dragon for no reason.

Imogen Cardulo

She gives me the vibes that she can talk some major shit, ik she gotta be a notorious shit talker and one who can back it up too.

Lilith Sorrengail

I don't like her. Girl your son died, your husband died, you eldest daughter could get cooked at any moment and you're so eager to send your youngest too? For what reason? "All my children are riders" well one is dead allegedly, the other ones squad keeps getting attacked and you knew damn well violet would be a target. Otherwise i feel like she's a boy mom.

Andarna

Sweet baby love her

Tairn

Tairn is so funny, "You're bleeding stop it" LMFAO?! Truly one of my favs tbh

Ridoc Gamlyn

Everyone says Xaden this Xaden that, I'm in love with Ridoc. He's funny but not the annoying funny, trying to keep things lighthearted for the group so they don't get depressed. Cracking jokes after an asshole got torched Infront of you is one way to calm your friends down lmfaoo. Bi icon

Edit: To add Brennan

Brennan Sorrengail

Bitch where tf have YOU been?!

Now other than these characters there are not a lot of characters that I find too much of an interest in nor do I have many comprehensive thought's about them so that's all for the Fourth Wing Review part 1!

#ceedaryaps #booktok #fourth wing #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #ridoc gamlyn #rhiannon matthias #tairneanach #andarna #liam mairi #imogen cardulo #mira sorrengail #lillith sorrengail

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ananke-xiii · 5 months ago

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About Asa, Lily and Tasha (and Kelly).

There’s the experience of watching SPN by chronological order of the released episodes and the experience of watching it by specific writer and, as I once said, the latter is just a much better experience. I still stand by that. Incidentally, I think that this is one of the many reasons why the show went on for so long: since apparently writers rarely reached a consensus on the story and the characters’ internal coherence within a season, there’s a little bit for everyone’s tastes.

For instance, Steve Yockey’s episodes for s12 are a thing of Supernatural beauty. First of all I think Yockey was like “fuck the BMoL storyline AND I’m taking the boys out of that damn bunker” and I thank him for that. Secondly, he must have set his mind on weaving the (“bad”? “unconventional”? “simply flawed human”?) mother/(definitely absent)(surely dead) father central theme of the season with the “old” theme of human body/vessel/possession. And it’s sooooo great!

Asa Fox, Lily Sunder and Tasha Banes are the protagonists of his MoTW episodes and they’re such interesting characters! Two of them die at the very beginning of their respective episodes (the very parents of Alicia and Max, what a year for them, uh? Yockey you cruel, cruel man), while only one of them has her need fulfilled (well, more or less, although one might argue that the irony of Cas having his own son killed by God himself might be considered a sort of “karma’s a bitch” for him and a “win” for Lily).

Asa Fox is the absent father par excellence because well, he’s dead AND because we don’t know if he’s ever got to be a father or not. Jael says that Alicia and Max were too “frightened” to say that they came to say goodbye to their daddy and why would they be? Was it a secret? Lorraine didn’t know so I must assume yes. But… why? We don’t know. Lorraine is the “bad” mother who sabotaged her son’s gear and hid his gear and was generally unhappy about his son’s life choices. But Asa was also taunted by a possessive demon, Jael, who was probably in love with him (“Tell them what you took from me. Asa was mine”). Or maybe, as Lily Sunder would’ve put it, Jael was “obsessed” with him.

Now what I like about this episode is that Yockey was like: “I’ll remind you people that demons can actually be exorcised, you know? It might not always end well but hunters can and should at least fucking try”. By having Jael possess Jody (“this meatsuit you all seem to care so much about”), a beloved character, we’re reminded that possessed people are, you know, still people. Maybe dead people, though, but still, you should check, at least. And so the hunters try and succeed in exorcising the demon and all’s well that ends well (I mean, more or less, people still died but, you know, glass half full, man).

This dialogue between Sam and Mary is particularly delicious:

Mary: What are you doing?! She’s a demon. We kill demons. Sam: No, but she’s Jody.

Mary and demons… well, let’s say that I don’t exactly judge her when she forgets that demons are also possessing (possibly dead) people. But I like how her cold-bloodedness reveals the brothers’ hypocrisy (there’s something similar in this scene in s11 with Sam and Dean arguing about the vesselness (lol) of Cas).

Lily Sunder agrees with mother Mary: she kills angels. To be honest, I don’t judge her too, in her shoes I’d personally set the world on fire, but she does say “she is no threat whatsoever to humans” and she doesn’t want to hurt Sam and Dean, what with them being humans and all. Too bad that she does kill humans who are currently being possessed by angels. Oooopsie! Ishim didn’t teach her how to exorcise them, I guess (S4 was crazy for that, they established the idea that angels could be exorcised and then boom, forever forgotten).

I’m telling all this because it's Yockey’s writing that’s pointing it out. The episode starts off with Lily killing Benjamin and, a few scenes later, Cas tells this:

Cas: Benjamin is always very careful. Long ago, he found a powerfully devout vessel in Madrid, and her faith, it... she gave him everything – her trust and her body. Dean: Wait. So Benjamin's a woman. Cas: Benjamin is an angel. His vessel is a woman. But it – it's – it's more than that. She's not just his vessel. Sam: She's... She's his friend. Cas: Yeah. Benjamin would never put her in unnecessary danger.

So Lily killed Benjamin, the angel AND the “powerfully devout from Madrid” who’s first described as a vessel, a body, then as a woman, then again as “more than that/not just a vessel” and ultimately as a friend (with a romantic undertone to the word). So we GOTTA ask: when is a human being just a body? And when a vessel? Are there “vessels” and “not just [some angel’s]vessel”? And Lily Sunder, who’s a professor of Apocalyptic Literature and has sold her soul for Enochian magic surely knows that angels can be exorcised regardless of Ishim’s lessons in Angel Studies. But no, she wants to kill them, like send-them-to-The-Empty-kill them and, in so doing, I think she’s aware she’s also killing other humans in the process.

(can angels even be killed when they're not in a vessel?)

Paradoxically, this episode shows a Cas that’s very much “careless” about his “vessel-not vessel" and who's in contrast with the care his former brothers-in-arms extend to their vessels/friends. While Benjamin “wouldn't put himself in harm's way if he could help it.” and Mirabel and Ishim were not “careless” with their vessels, Cas is “impressed” that they have “kept [their]vessels all this time”. And isn’t it telling that’s Cas that uses the word “vessel” while Ishim says “but you, Castiel... I liked the old you better”? He doesn't say "your old vessel", he precisely says the "old you". Of course, Ishim's implying that Cas has changed etc, but I like when characters speak about vessels and everybody just sort of means different things.

First of all, just like Asa Fox’s death was foreshadowing Cas’death, Yockey is, again, foreshadowing Cas’ demise by the end of the season: he will be careless and he will put himself in harm’s way and he will die because of it. I used the word “paradoxically” before because Cas’ vessel is both a vessel and kind of Cas’ human (?) body. His “carelessness” cost everything to Jimmy Novak and the angel made a promise to him, twice, and yet he seems to be absolutely disconnected from corporeal reality to the point that he would easily throw himself in harm’s way without thinking. Benjamin wouldn’t do that. Hell, not even Ishim-Who-Hates-Humans would ever do that to his vessel (also, let’s bear in mind that possessed people suffer A.LOT. but also maybe let’s do like the show does and never go there again or we’ll just get ugly sad).

Going back to Lily Sunder, a character defined by her being a scholar and a mother. We don’t know anything about May’s father, but we do know that he’s NOT an angel (this is like the plot-twist of the episode). Akobel is the stand-in father/protector who, guess what? Dies! (just like Cas will die to protect his/not biologically his baby who’s also The Nephilim Of All Time after possibly Jesus himself, that depends if we consider him a Nephilim or not).

Ishim is in love with Lily (or so he thinks) but, just like Jael, he’s actually “obsessed” with her. He’s also convinced that Lily has “thrown him away" for Akobel, Akobel, who’s an angel but, we’re reminded, also a vessel (“Dispose of his vessel” Ishim says).

So what do we learn from absent/dead father/hunter Asa and vengeful/killer mother/scholar Lily's stories? Well, first of all that having a supernatural being as your stan will result in certain death, if not yours, the death of one of your loved ones. Which is a funny juxtaposition to Ishim's words: "You know why we're meant to stay away from them humans? Hmm? It's not because we're a danger to them. They're a danger to us". Second of all, angels and demons get quite possessive (haha I keep making this joke about possession I should stop) but this is not the rule, Benjamin represents the exception and, to a lesser degree, Ishim and Mirabel too. Believe it or not, angels have a vested interest in keeping their vessels alive and well, Cas is the only one who doesn't understand that and just keeps putting himself in harm's way.

What about Tasha Banes? Well, she's the one who's dealt with the "possession by another human being" card and I don't know if I can say that's the worst but yeah, it's the worst.

Tasha is a hunter, a witch and the mother of Alicia and Max. She seems like the cool mom, à la Lorelai Gilmore but we as audience are left to decide whether Alicia's anxiety is justified ("Mom usually checks in with us, but she's sort of disappeared") or if Max's right ("She did not disappear. She's busy.").

She is killed by an unnamed borrower witch who had made a deal with a demon and lost her soul as a consequence (not the same as Lily Sunder, but here we are again with the whole soul-thing). The witch wanted Tasha to take the deal upon herself, Tasha rejects it so she kills her and transforms her in a sort of creepy doll. The witch "possesses" Tasha and makes her a doll, a not-real but resembling body that acts and speaks like one. Soulless, bodyless, this Tasha creature is basically a memory.

Stripped of her sould and her body, Tasha (and later Alicia since Creature Tasha dies together with the borrower witch) is a puppet controlled by her master that will die when her master will.

She basically represents, imo, what all these anonymous meatsuits/vessels/not so much vessels/bodies are in the narrative: they're empty and unimportant unless they're contained by a powerful being or if they are loved and cared about by the hunters hunting these "things". And even the love of these hunters is not enough to spare this horrendous fate to these people: Max, a witch and a hunter, will eventually make the deal and transform Alicia into a "doll".

And I'm sorry but I cannot but think that this is not a coincidence if I think that the "doll" of s12 narrative is yet another mother, Kelly Kline, the point where the themes of motherhood and that of body/vessel/possession converge. She is THE VESSEL of the season, useful because she must give birth to the Nephilim and then easily discarded by the narrative. "Dispose of her vessel", Ishim might say of her.

Steve Yockey really understood the assignment.

Twigs and twine and Kelly Kline.

#spn #supernatural #spn meta #spn s12 #steve yockey #screenwriting #castiel #lily sunders has ome regrets #celebrating the life of asa fox #twigs and twine and tasha banes #phd in spn s12 #super-m/Others

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salmiakkisaatana · 2 months ago

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hey i desperately need to know more about sakari and asta btw

Ask and you shall receive!

I came up with them bc I was obsessed with one of my other oc's (Alex) and realized he needed parents.

At first I wanted his mom to be a single parent so I came up with Asta. She's an icon, the moment, a queen uknow the basic stuff. She's great mom, a dentist (she recently graduated to a doctorate), sometimes she acts in amateur plays, and she's a vintage fashion enthusiast/collector/repairer. She has a nice house, a car and Sakari to fix any problems with it (even tho Asta is also fully capable of solving them herself) and a close group of friends made up from Alex's friends' parents. Her life's maybe a bit grey, but it's a nice life and she enjoys it.

But yeah. You do need a second parent to have a kid (and I already have too many characters with unexplainedly vanished parents) so I made up Sakari. He's a little rat shit who couldn't be a husband. Fumbled the most smartest and most beautiful goddess that there is. Great job buddy. He CAN behave and be nice and charming. But usually he won't. He's a great car mechanic (that's his job, but still) and a no nonsense guy (except when it comes to Asta). He's not a bad dad (surprising for my characters), he just doesn't really know how to be a dad. He met his kid monthly or so after the divorce but neither he or Alex has ever felt that much of a father-son relationship between them. He's finally starting to kinda (?) figure out how to be a dad when the kid's what, 21 years old- And he's unfumbling the most smartest and most beautiful goddess that there is. Great job buddy!

This is a longass post so I'm putting the rest under the cut lol

The thing with these guys is that they both tried to see other people after their divorce, and most of the new partners were great and there was chemistry and stuff, but somehow the relationships all ended. Asta was the first to settle with the tought of being single.

They were together from 2000-2012, ages 17-29. They were high school* sweethearts and both of them are hopeless romatics which caused them to try and cling to each other as long as possible. They both had given so much to the relationship and supported each other (they had a kid, Sakari had mostly supported their finances when Asta was in dentistry school etc), whic is probably why they lasted so long even tho the first bigger problems started to arise pretty soon after Alex's birth in 2003 (yeah they were 20 when he was born, whoops) and they even got married in 2006 despite the problems.

Nowadays they're very attached to each other, probably even more than before now that their relationship has mostly healed from being veeeerry messy in the 2010s. They're still not getting back together, bc they know that they'd be a catastrophical mess. They're a mess even as friends. They get on each other's nerves often and bicker about stuff that doesn't matter, but they still have each others' backs

*well, the kinda equilavant of hs in Finland which is lukio

Elaborating this post:

I reblobbed this thinking about how Sakari was feeling after the divorce. He's a romantic little rat shit and he was truly feeling the loss of the most smartest and most beautiful goddess that there is. His mortality being taken in the divorce is just him being a dramatic little bitch playing with symbolism. Sorry, he's not actually immortal! Only normal ass humans here (unless it's one of my fantasy AU thingies).

#asks #oc asks #my ocs #oc: asta #oc: sakari #i appriciate the interest in my little blorbos! thanks for the ask!#i saw you wondering if my language was swedish in one of your tags! it's finnish :D i wish i could write a post that long in swedish lol

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lunapwrites · 2 years ago

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In not writing related news, I've been doing the world's laziest (and therefore unofficial) version of the not-so-berry challenge in the Sims, and... Well this has been a learning experience for me for certain lol.

If anyone cares, I'm going to go into a little more detail below a cut here. Spare the rest of you lol.

First, with regards to my play style: I am insanely impatient. I play fast. I also rush my Sims into the first relationship I can get them into and then curse them with massive families because I love character creation and also drama.

Second, the reason that I am firm on this being a loose/unofficial version is because I am that impatient and while I do my best to keep everyone's needs up natively, I am prioritizing my story over the strict challenge rules and thus am absolutely cheating needs when necessary. I am not, however, cheating skills or money (beyond the game start when I used the money cheat ONCE, and I have not used it since) or career/aspiration requirements. I'm doing all of that manually.

So with that said... I have become wildly invested in this family. And I have favorites, 100%.

Mint Gen (Julep) was alright, definitely fun to play with the scientist track which I don't think I've messed with much. And I never play jealous Sims because a bitch loves poly, so that was new to me. But she was just straight up vibing with her chef husband and their six kids and her clone lol. I definitely should have moved them into a bigger house but meh lol.

Rose Gen (Jasper) was hard for me on many levels. I love poly, but I don't love players. I also didn't love being restricted to one child, but it did give me time to get all his skills up early so there was that. And also the politician track was legitimately difficult for me lol. I hate having to carve out time to go socialize. But this gen was when I really started finding a story, and like... it was genuinely such a little soap opera lol. Either way it made Yellow Gen (Midas) grow up in such a chaotic environment, as intended lol.

And when I tell you that Midas was my favorite... Literally my golden boy. I had so much fun with his story, and all the drama and the complicated family dynamics and the ANGST and I was actually legitimately sad when he died. Like he had finally kicked the juice habit, was happy and thriving, took his first day off from work ever just to spend time with his grandkids and mind his late wife's garden, and then... Boom. Right at the mailbox as all his kids came home from work. I knew it was coming. I was watching for it. I set him up for a good last day. And I was still devastated. He deserved the world. I could go on forever about him honestly. My sweet baby boy. 😭

His Grey Gen child (Gris) has been fun, too, but while she's 100% the hot one, and the messy one, she's... IDK. Maybe now that she's getting into her post-dad, get-out-of-the-house-and-settle-down era I will vibe with her a little more. She's got a lot of opposing bits going on but I'm really leaning into her fame to try and give Plum Gen a boost.

No idea what that is going to be like, because it's another one that runs very counter to my usual style lol. But Iris is doing great on her skills so far so we'll see what happens lol. Lots of first born AFABs in this family.

Anyway, that's just the main line. The eldest child of the eldest child, etc. The secondary lines have been out there WILDING. I check the tree every so often to get the latest tea and like. Midas' cousins were doing some INTERESTING partner swapping, and then his half-brother (Mom's son) married their mom (his dad's brother's widow) lol. Not my circus, but still damn fun to watch from the stands lmao.

IDK. I'm way too invested in this lol.

Here's some pics of my good lad during his briefly happy youth and also deep in his depressed-widower-passed-out-on-the-couch era

He had a perfectly good bed (his bed!!) that was entirely open. What a goober. I miss him already. 😭

Also if anyone does want to know more about the story, I will be more than happy to share in detail lol. I am also tracking the ENTIRE family tree using Plumtree, so I can uh. Show that too lol. Just let me know.

#sims 4 #sims 4 challenge #not so berry #kinda #I'm in this for the story #and the character creation #and my sweet baby angel who i stupidly forgot to save 😭#IDK why i didn't do that. big dumb.#lp sims

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crookes-library · 2 years ago

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Tag Game: fandom edition

Thanks for the tag @ulfrsmal 💙💙

your name: for tumblr...crookes

your first fandom(s): Naruto I think was the first one I really sought out on the internet because no-one at school read it

your current fandom(s): I'm not totally active or contributing in a lot lately because my energy is being sucked up by sucky stuff! but I like to think I'm still in the last kingdom fandom and I always love the untamed and beyond evil and I'm a lil newbie to the locked tomb fandom I guess

how did you first get into fandom: I dunno really, I was the weird kid at school and spent my time on the family computer trying to find people into the same stuff as me? lol, a lot of forums initially, especially when I started reading manga

how long have you been engaging with fandom space?: 17-18yrs maybe?

how often do you read fanfics?: honestly like not for a good while, like over a year cause stuff but I read a couple griddlehark fics recently that I loved! And I'm always a champion of fanfic in general

top 3 characters from your current fandom(s): from the ones I named uhtred, wei wuxian and gideon nav are forever faves

have you ever written a fic for fandom? if so, shout it out!: for sure, started on ff.net when I was a teenager lol, you can find me as crookes on ao3 now

have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom?: y'know for someone who took AS level art and had an ongoing feud with the art teacher cause she was super like my mum (and the math teacher who liked me told me the art teacher bitched about me in the staff room for being stubborn) I cannot draw for my fucking life so no

share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about: honestly like high-fiving you ulfrsmal about trans headcanons because like my biggest like close to my heart headcanon about tlk is that Aethelflaed was genderqueer, there's a small line in one of the books and I can't even remember which now, that says she kept the binder of the Saint that inspired her geese flag as a religious relic and the story does v much set up Aethelflaed as like the more ideal heir of Alfred as the stronger, better strategist and its all v mcr you should've raised a babygirl I should have been a better son pressure to be more like a male heir who could inherit the crown and general gender confusion, I could literally write a whole tumblr essay on it but!

you're trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them?: oof for my most recent fandom the classic pool scene for griddlehark in the 1st book 'I've lived my whole wretched life at your mercy, yours alone, and god knows I deserve to die at your hand. You are my only friend. I am undone without you.' ... like what can I say, I'm a sucker for complicated devotion

and finally, what does fandom mean to you?: friendship, kinship, a place to belong, sure there's some people who are fuckin awful or exhausting but you get to choose who makes up your fandom experience so chat to who you vibe with and block who deals you psychic damage , its a big old soup, swim for the tasty bits ✌️

#ask games #ulfrsmal

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wikiangela · 2 years ago

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911 lone star 4x05

it seems that the season is finally picking up, and this is my fave episode so far 😂

more thoughts and spoilers ahead!

jfc Rob Lowe is so good in comedic roles fr, I think that's why I enjoy Owen now, because he gets funny stuff 😂 that scene was so funny 😂

the boy calling about the math problem was so adorable, and Grace's reaction was even more adorable, she's so fucking cute I can't 😩😍😍 that smile with a nose scrunch??? 😍😍😍😍

"not a math whiz, just a math fan" SAME I love math, I miss it, why did I go study English at uni lmao

we should see more of the 911 dispatchers, like we do in the og - like, I'd love to at least learn like 3 names of something 🙄😂

ngl, I have no memory of this paramedic they're talking about 😂 (also, the music in this scene is kinda loud isn't it? like the drums or whatever? idk, it makes my head hurt lol)

waaait, I knew it was a more Marjan focused episode from the promo, but... someone complained about her to HR???? what the fuck about, she's a delight 😂

oh my god the lady from the mobile home?? over the word "crazy" when Marjan saved her life?? seriously?

we're focusing a lot on Linus, huh - I bet something bad is about to happen (clearly something's wrong with the mom, and I'm anxious waiting to see what haha)

jfc it was one stupid word, that people used to throw around at anything and anyone, jfc I don't wanna be one of those "why are people these days so sensitive" bitches but... she saved you life lady, leave her alone

I love seeing more Marjan but I feel so bad for her

I almost forgot about this dude since the beginning tbh, I'm enjoying this episode a lot haha - no idea what his deal is but it's stressing me out

I am loving getting more of the dispatch - if this is how this season continues, I might change my opinion about it (which is that this season is kinda whatever so far, but maybe just the first four episodes were bc this is good)

I kinda like Marjan and Owen's dynamic, this is fun (pls give me more Owen and TK tho, I miss them, and I'm always a sucker for a father son relationship 😂)

this couple is so ridiculous, jfc, Owen's right, how is that guy not in jail 😂 and they want her to post an apology for calling her "crazy"? and tag their gofundme? lady, you are fucking crazy 😂😂

they're blaming the fire department, aka people who rescued her life, for destroying their home??? that dude fucking took it - oh my god they're insane and it's infuriating but also kinda funny 😂

I love Grace and Judd and I missed them, we barely saw them the last couple of episodes haha (and Charlie is the most adorable baby 😍😍)

thank God for Grace and her instincts about what's happening, and that Judd nudged her to go over there right away

also, Tommy is amazing and I love her and her friendship with Grace

Paul "notices things" - I completely forgot about that because it hasn't been referenced since like s1 - pls give him an actual storyline that includes all aspects of him, including this superpower of his 😂

Paul and Marjan are one of my fave friendships, they're really ride or die's, I just love them (also, I just love the way Paul speaks if that makes sense? I'm weird about voices and cadence and pronunciation idk 😂)

sooo, Asha's sticking around, right? 😂 they wouldn't have her know Paul from way back when if they weren't starting something here right? 😂 I'm not complaining, pls give Paul a storyline, and if it's finally a good love interest, even better haha

I'm sorry, but making such a big deal over the word "crazy" is literally so ridiculous I can't help but laugh

nooo, don't tell me she's really leaving

I'm crying

not Nancy and Mateo being the parent friends 😭😂

like, she's not gone forever is she? I'm sure she'll be back eventually... right?

okay, promo: I am so excited for this bomber storyline, it seems more interesting than the first 4 episodes of the season (like, I loved the Carlos episode - 4x04 but like... eh)

so, I loved this episode, please tell me this is when the season picks up finally, I was finally engaged from the beginning until the end, and enjoyed all of it

I did miss Carlos, and he's my fave character, but also, like I mentioned a lot already, the tarlos storyline so far with Iris etc was so fucking boring and it took a lot of time in those first episodes (and it's crazy I'm even saying that because I always say to give Carlos all the screen time 😂) so it was nice to kinda have a break from them haha and I'm so glad we're over the whole FBI thing

now, I adore Grace and I loved her storyline this eps, it was great and interesting

I feel like Asha's gonna stick around and I'm excited if they're gonna do anything with her and Paul (or just fucking give Paul some more screen time ffs)

I loved that we got more of other dispatchers aside from Grace and please keep it up, I wanna know them like we know Josh and Sue and Linda, for them to be around you know? 😂

and Marjan.... I don't believe she left for good, and I don't wanna believe that, and I get her reasoning, because fuck those people, but also.... this was just so ridiculous, do people really get that offended over the word crazy? I know it's offensive or whatever but since when it's a slur? 😂

anyway, it was a great episode for Marjan, loved seeing her more and her struggle with this whole situation, and her and Owen actually have a great dynamic, wish we'd seen more of that (if they didn't give 90% of screen time to Owen alone 🙄 I like him but sometimes it's like.... there are people who are more interesting that I wanna find out about lol)

genuinely can't wait for the next one, and it's the first time this season I'm actually looking forward to the next episode, I hope it's gonna only get better now haha

#911 ls spoilers #911 lone star spoilers #911 ls #911 lone star #911 ls season 4 #911 ls 4x05 #thoughts while watching #episode commentary #long post

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fire-fira · 2 years ago

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I posted 3,721 times in 2022

That's 695 more posts than 2021!

39 posts created (1%)

3,682 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@linzerj

@brightlotusmoon

@radioactive-earthshine

@ladoescurodalua

@hookahpop

I tagged 3,721 of my posts in 2022

#lol - 663 posts

#beautiful - 308 posts

#vid rec - 234 posts

#tbl - 228 posts

#cats - 207 posts

#i love cats - 202 posts

#my life - 182 posts

#for anyone who needs this - 181 posts

#queer - 145 posts

#lgbtq - 141 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#but in lakota i have zero difficulty differentiating between 'this' 'that' and 'that over there' or 'these' 'those' or 'those over there'

My Top Posts in 2022:

Just out of curiosity I decided to check the possible ship names that are floating around for La’gaan/Coral/Rodunn, and it’s resulted in:

Lacoro

Lacordunn

Polyamorsea

Trident

Ngl, I lean toward either Lacoro or Polyamorsea-- both because they each put all three on equal standing (Lacoro has the first two letters of each of their names and Polyamorsea doesn’t foreground any of the three of them ahead of the other two) and because they’re easily searchable and unlikely to be buried (unlike Trident).

Idk, I guess I’m just throwing this out there to see if we can reach any sort of fandom consensus over what their ship should be called.

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Thought:

Now that La’gaan’s Aquaman that brings up the question of if he’d change his outfit at all.

HOWEVER

I RAISE YOU

La’gaan not changing anything about his outfit other than adding a clip-on Aquaman emblem to the waistline of his shorts because he gives no shits.

68 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

Everyone who talked shit about La’gaan since 2016 owes me $50.

I freaking called it on the fact that

He’s queer.

He’s somewhere under the bi umbrella.

He’s great with kids.

He’s got a lot of love to give.

He’s a good character with a lot of complexity and depth to him.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnddd by the way--

His name is La’gaan. L A ‘ G A A N.

(If you tag his name as anything else it’s not going to show up where it should.)

Oh, and uh, final note?

MY FISHY SON IS MF AQUAMAN BITCHES!!!!

84 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

“La’gaan’s improving.”

“La’gaan’s getting better.”

“Maybe now La’gaan will apologize.”

“La’gaan’s getting a redemption arc.”

LA’GAAN NEVER HAD ANYTHING TO APOLOGIZE FOR. HE NEVER HAD ANYTHING HE NEEDED TO BE REDEEMED FROM. FFS.

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My #1 post of 2022

Okay, I’ve been meaning to do this for a while but kept getting derailed. Thankfully I’m fully caught up on Rise (though it took me forever) and I was able to mostly sort out the in-universe order for the episodes.

Because fun fact-- something I noticed way back in season 1-- is that the episodes weren’t released in in-universe order. This was true on cable, this has held true on netflix and hbo-max paramount+ (I goofed, oops), and while [turtlepedia] does have them listed in tv broadcast order and has the episode production codes listed, neither of those entirely match up with the various in-episode context clues for what order things happen in.

And believe me, some of those context clues, those in-episode “signposts” are subtle enough to be blink-and-you’ll-miss-it details (like the fact that the background video for Donnie and Mikey in Hypno! Part Deux! implies that it’s happening at the same time as Repomantis). Needless to say it’s taken a lot of work and a lot of paying attention. And thankfully season 2 wasn’t as all over the place (mainly due to more of the episodes not having any distinct signposts beyond things that made it obvious they took place after season 1).

(I’ve done my best to get it as nailed down as possible. Episodes that occur at the same time are listed on the same bulletpoint in recommended watching order.)

So good news if you’re like me and you’d like to watch the episodes in in-universe order, because this is that list!

Without further ado, I give you:

The In-Universe Rise Episode Timeline

Season 1:

Mystic Mayhem

Origami Tsunami

Donnie’s Gifts

Smart Lair

War And Pizza

Newsworthy

Repomantis & Hypno! Part Deux!

Down With The Sickness (Due to not really having any more than one possible signpost, this one could take place either before or after the previous point or The Purple Jacket. I don’t think it’s any later than that, but it’s debatable.)

The Purple Jacket

Minotaur Maze

The Longest Fight

The Fast And The Furriest

Stuck On You

Hot Soup: The Game

Mascot Melee

The Gumbus

Shell In A Cell

Pizza Pit

Bug Busters

Mrs. Cuddles (Like Down With The Sickness this one has very few signposts, only two that I spotted and one of those is debatable, but it does take place sometime after The Fast And The Furriest.)

Al Be Back

The Evil League of Mutants

See the full post

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #my life #lol I like how almost all of my listed original posts are about La'gaan #and the last one is TMNT-related #long post #I tag EVERYTHING

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make sure you aren't dehydrated ❤️

I probably was dehydrated tbh lol it was hot as shit in my room(i cannot open the window anymore, a roach the side of the palm of my hand came flying in the other night and now i refuse to keep the window open in the evening until they give me a goddamn screen) and the fan only helped so much lol

I did get up at some point to drink something which made me feel a little better but it still took me forever to fall asleep lmao. . . .

Thank you for worrying over me, anon! ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🤎🖤🩶🤍🩷 I am at work and i am stealing my client's son's water bottles because he's a bitch ass and can't stop me. And maybe i will stop at the store and buy some form of beverage for the next few days because all that's in my fridge rn is apple juice and milk and some soda. But i am also trying not to spend money and i will also be tired so we will see--

#danie yells at themself #danie yells with anons #danie yells answers

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feysandfeels · 9 months ago

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129. The fae kings be like when you, a looser, find another looser, to maximise your limp dick energy.

130. I kneeeeeeeeew this asshole had Dec and Flynn!!!! I KNEWW IT! There is nothing I do not know!! I! AM! UNSTOPPABLE!

131. “Ruhn decided to do her a favor and asked, ‘Wanna come in for a minute? Just to talk’” SUREEEEEEEEEEE JAN.

132. Honestly I did not think Pollux was the father but thank fuck he isn’t.

133. Because I’m yours, Day, I’m fucking yours. I do not have the words. When will a man love me like this?!

134. Her touching were his lip ring was and his brow one… and him replying “I’m here. We made it. I’m here” SARAH J MAAS I AM COMING FOR YOUR THROAT BUT THANK YOI FOR THIS I AM YOUR FOREVER FAN THANK YOU THANK YOU.

135. Whenever you feel you are unqualified for your job just remember Bryce went “Well someone has to lead” when she hasn’t show an ounce of leadership qualities jajajajajaja like babygirl you are the girl that lives in delusion.

136. Not her telling Hunt that at least she is not swallowed by guilt and fear… and why might that be?? Huh I wonder… anyone care to take a guess? Oh wait, I know MAYBE IT WAS BECAUSE YOU WERE NOT IN THE FIRST REBELLION AND DON’T HAVE TRAUMA!

137. It’s the fact that you let your friends in the hands if the fae kings… just saying

138. Okay so this place wasn’t built by Pelias… but ny Helena. The plot thickens

139. Bryce I am begging you right now! Where is the HOEAB YOU? Queen I know you are in there.

140. I do think Bryce is correct in telling Hunt he needs to do more than just go with it, but it is big of her when her commitment to this was mainly because she wanted to feel Danika closer… and it is even worse because she is not seeing things from Hunt’s perspective, and the why he is rightfully hesitant to commit to this.

141. Did he just call him son?! Like son-father-son? What?! Huh okay yeah… oddly enough not the worse parent to have in this series.

142. Wait another daddy? What?

143. If we get a third on we can Mamma Mia this shit out.

144. Lidia I TOO WANT RUHN ALL THE TIME. BESTIE SAAAAAAAAMEEEEEEEEE. You are so valid for that.

145. NOT HUNT BEING THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION. I - JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJA

146. AND HERE COMES THE THIRD FATHER

147. Hey we are the princes of Hel and this is our start up: we help rid YOUR PLANET 🫵🏼 of Ghastly creatures. Follow us on ig @/HelofaSolution. I am Adias, I am Apollion and I am Thanatos, and we are ✨THE PRINCES OF HEL✨ call 666666666 to hear out special offer of the day.

148. Aidas is such a babygirl character. Even with all of this on the line he is like “choose each other, live” …. “Live, Manon, live”… I - damn I need a moment.

149. Omg no waaaaaaay Bryce is overcoming her hatred of the Fae! Who would have thought?! Took you long fucking enough but like finally Bryce, a win! A win! Omg

150. RUUUUUHN OH MY GOD WITH THE STARSWORD OH MY GOD OH MY FUCKIN GOD THAT IS MY MAN! THAT! IS! MY! MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!

151. THE MAN THAT YOU ARE RUHN DANAAN CROWN PRINCE OF THE VALBARAN FAE (iykyk)

152. You are going to live, Ruhn, and you are going to live fucking well without him.

153. DAMN FUCKING JESUS CHRIST BRYCE. Okay no. i have to give credit where credit is due and her “for the moment, I’m queen. I’m judge, jury… and I’m your motherfucking executioner” ATEEEEEEEEEEEEE YES GO BRYCE!!! NOW WE ARE FUCKING COOKING! OWN UP TO YOU POWER AND THE RESPONSIBILITIES THAT COME WITH IT AND CHANGE THE WORLD FOR THE BETTER! GO BRYCE! JUEPUTAAAAAAA SE PRENDIO ESTA GONORREA.

154. avallen truly said

155. Man what a chapter for Bryce… what a chapter.

156. Hunt Athalar🫵🏼 you 🫵🏼 remain The MOST PERFECT MAN ✨🫶🏼 I AM NEVER NOT IN AWE OF YOU 🫵🏼 I LOVE YOU 🫵🏼🫵🏼

157. Gotta love that Helena tied the last of her mother’s power to the land. That is one solid little motif I will always love.

158. The asteri truly said: lol you freed an island, that’s cute *drops bombs on their own fucking subjects *. YOU CAN’T SEE A BAD BITCH (team fuck you forever) THRIVE

159. ithan being like how will we get in with Morven… BOY! Do I have a surprise for you.

160. Gotta give it SJM, she truly delivered the most coherent character ever in Fury. A bitch (affectionate) said “I’m taking my gf and we’re dipping” and she was never heard of again.

161. Bryce apologising to Hunt now that she has faced a similar loss… okay growth.. I see you. Good of you to finally show up.

162. “I’ll get the mop and the bucket.” AND SHE CAN BRING THE VACUUM!!!!

163. Wait hold on is Bryce going back to Prythian to get the mask and use the army of the souls of everyone to fight the Asteri??? To see Connor fighting alongside his brother? Before he is gone to finally finally rest after the Asteri have been defeated? Because if this happens I will cry until I have drowned the world in my tears. CONNOR HOLSTROM I CARRY YOU WITH ME FOREVER! SAM CORTLAND I ALSO CARRY YOU WITH ME FOREVER! Different series but I just had to remind… the fictional character… that I love him…. Oh god this is why I’m single isn’t it?

164. I love Ithan but this whole Fendyr business is so pointless.. I mean probably hinting at the possibility of him getting a book… and this is the groundwork and blah blah blah…but I’m sure a more productive plotline could have been found for him. Like literally they are saving the world and Ithan is all… yes but I need to bring back this one person.

165. Ay :( the gang is separating again :(

166. I need to bend the rules of time and space again to give Ithan a kiss on the forehead and tell him he is good.

167. Baxian’s usefulness being determined by the fact that he was the one who got them the *checks notes* stables to sleep in ? Like JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA okay fair is fair.

168. Just because I haven’t said it in a while, but Lidia is such a fucking badass!

169. But also QUEEN BEHAVIOUR because she is now turning him on when they are in such a crowded place jajajajajajajajajajaj go off queen!

170. FLYNN JAJAJAJANAJANAN PLEASE DON’T FUCK RIGHT NEXT TO US JAJAJAJAJAJAJA YOU ARE VALID BESTIE.

THEY TOOK OUT RUHN’S LIP PIERCING?! THEY! TOOK! OUT! RUHN’S! LIP! PIERCING!!

SOMEONE HOLD ME. SOMEONE HOLD ME RIGHT NOW. I AM ABOUT TO BREAK THE RULES OF TIME AND SPACE AN REALITY AND MAKE THEM PAY

MAKE THEM PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

#Luisa reads HOFAS #HOFAS Spoilers #HOFAS #House of Flame and Shadow #FeysandFeelsPost #504 to 604 #I'm following Elena's advice and reading the remaining 200 pages in one go

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the-dubstep-strawberry · 5 years ago

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Chapters: 21/? Fandom: Fallout 4, Fallout (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Paladin Danse/Female Sole Survivor Characters: Paladin Danse, Female Sole Survivor, Sole Survivor Margot de Havilland, Nick Valentine, Piper Wright, Preston Garvey, Cait (Fallout), Deacon (Fallout), Robert Joseph MacCready, Curie (Fallout), John Hancock (Fallout), Dogmeat, X6-88, Codsworth (Fallout), Synth Shaun, The AntAgonizer, Arthur Maxson, Scribe Gwen Harper (OC), Scribe Haylen, Knight Rhys, Proctor Quinlan, Proctor Ingram, Proctor Teagan, Knight-Captain Cade, Lancer-Captain Kells, Squire Phoebe Woods (OC), Knight-Sergeant Jane Ellens (OC), Knight Curtis Belasco (OC), Paladin Henry Rex (OC), Team X-Ray, Senior Scribe Neriah, Vault-Tec Representative, Jun Long, Marcy Long, Mama Murphy, Sturges (Fallout) Additional Tags: Action & Romance, Grief/Mourning, Falling In Love, Ants Will Inherit The Earth... Maybe, Laughably Bad Disguises, Hurt/Comfort, Crazed Cultists, Speech Skill 100, Emotional Trauma/Loss, Arranged Marriage, Relationship Advice, Unlikely Friendship/Empathy, Bees! - Freeform, Love Confessions, Canon-Typical Violence, Sunglasses At Night, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Awkward Conversations, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Recovery, Corporal Punishment, Mercy/Forgiveness, A Night at the Drive-In, Not The Spoilers!, Damn These Interruptions, Your Very Own TV Station, Fluff & Angst, Mutual Pining, Shakespeare-Grade Misunderstandings, Friends To Enemies To Frenemies..., ... And Back Again, Marriage, Diplomacy (Or The Lack Thereof), Espionage, Torture, Revenge/Retribution, Escape/Rescue, Suicide Attempts, Execution, Unethical Experimentation, Flashbacks & Nightmares, Military Funeral Summary:

When the Institute sought to redefine mankind, Danse and the Sole Survivor both got caught in the crossfire. Together, they're trying to pick up the pieces of their past and build a new future. Their bond is stronger than steel; their loyalty runs deeper than blood. But a new menace is spreading across the Commonwealth, a desperate search for answers only seems to raise more questions, and even the ties that bind them may not be enough to hold them together. Can they survive the rise of the AntAgonizer, or will the ants inherit the Earth and trample their world underfoot?

#OBIS #Our Bond Is Steel #son of a bitch this took forever lol #hope it's still good #more importantly I hope y'all still like it!

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miyagifangkai · 3 years ago

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Birthday Party

Request: I wonder if you could make an imagine where Johnny wants his son's party with reader to be about karate and there's a fun discussion about that with Robby and Miguel in the middle afraid to give an opinion.

Tagged: @cobrafanggirl

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Cursing, AND CUTENESS OVERLOAD!!!

Also not completely proofread

Couple Pairing: Johnny Lawrence x Reader

Characters involved: Johnny, Reader, Miguel, Robby, Sam, Hawk, Demetri, Tory, a mention of Kenny, and a mention of Daniel

A/N: I tweaked it just a little bit, I hope you don’t mind. I was just having so much fun writing it! Also I didn’t give the baby a name.. idk what would fit. I’m sorry lol

I hope you enjoy it! 😊 also I’m sorry it took forever…

You, Johnny, Miguel, and Robby were quietly eating your dinner while the baby was asleep.

The four of you are enjoying the comfortable silence. Silence, man, what a nice thing to have. Things had been complete chaos for everybody this past year. With taking care of the baby non stop, balancing a job, the boys balancing karate and school, and Johnny trying to keep his head screwed on the right way between the boys bickering, karate, and you losing your shit from lack of sleep. Everyone was soaking in the absolute bliss of the quietness and being in the company of each other. You had found time to make some dinner for everyone with the help from Robby; he was wanting to learn how to make spaghetti.

You and Him had gotten some bonding time while Johnny and Miguel got the baby to fall asleep for when it was time to eat. It was nice having those two over, it felt like a real family with them. Johnny also seemed happy about it as well so that made you happy too.

As you all finished eating everyone helped clean up the kitchen and then the boys sat down on the couch and turned on a movie while you were finishing up the dishes. Miguel had sat on the left side of Johnny and Robby on the other side.

You overhear the boys having a conversation about the baby’s birthday party theme. But what made your ears perk up was when Johnny said, “C’mon guys! The party is going to be karate themed.”

Miguel says, “How do we know if they’re gonna like karate when they get older?”

Robby rebuttals, “The kid is only one, Miguel. They won’t know what the theme is anyway.” Robby sighs, “I think we should just keep it simple. Birthday cake with colorful candles and some nice polaroid pictures.”

You liked Robby’s idea. Not wanting to push things on your child; but you also understood that Johnny was one stubborn son of a bitch.

“Robby, don’t be a nerd! We need to make this party bad ass,” Miguel and Johnny both fist bump.

Robby rolls his eyes and takes a look at you and he says, “Any back up here?”

You put up the last plate and turn around, “Guys, I think I agree with Robby here. Maybe like keep it neutral, you know?”

Johnny scoffs, “You’re joking, right? We are not gonna have a nothing party for the little dudes first birthday!”

You step into Johnny’s living room, “I think it’s the best option. I mean, we don’t know what he likes yet. I think we should–”

“So you’re saying you don’t want him to have a karate birthday?”

“Johnny–”

“Why not?”

You notice Miguel and Robby look at each other awkwardly knowing that they had opened a can of worms. Both of the boys' heads keep turning towards you and Johnny as you two go back and forth.

“I just think it’s a fun idea to have the classic first birthday, you know?”

“Classic?” Johnny crosses his arms, “Karate isn’t classic?”

Miguel and Robby both say, “Lets calm down–”

“QUIET!” Johnny yells at them. Both of the boys flinch at Johnny’s words and they decide to opt out. You hear the baby stir on the monitor and you all shush each other. You end up not hearing anything else come from the baby monitor so you continue.

You give in slightly, “Karate is awesome, babe! I’m just saying a karate birthday would be more fitting for a kid who’s a little bit older and could enjoy it.”

“Why can’t we have more than one karate themed birthday?”

You roll your eyes, “And we can,” but you sigh, “When he’s a little older and can choose what he wants, Johnny.”

“What if he chooses to have a princess party?” Johnny almost regrets his words knowing that you wouldn’t like what he had just said. You see both of the boys step back and look at each other again knowing where this is gonna go and they both mouth, “Oh, shit,” at each other.

“What if he does? Who cares?” You say with a tinge of annoyance.

Johnny didn’t know how to answer that. He knew you were right but it also felt wrong. His whole entire life he was taught how to be a “man” and being a “man” didn’t include Barbie dolls. But it’s a different time now and he knew that. He was also okay with that. Sometimes he had a hard time getting a grip on what was truly right or what was a part of his raising. You knew he struggled with that as well and that’s why you didn’t completely explode on him. He messed up. A lot. But he was trying and that’s all a “man” could do, right? You saw that he was at a loss for words and couldn’t find the right thing to say until Miguel jumps in.

“Guys, why don’t we do a half and half?”

You look at Miguel confused, “Half and half?”

“Yes! Do the normal run of the mill cake but have some karate decorations? All of us show up in our gi’s but keep you three in normal clothes,” Miguel says as he points at you, Johnny, and the baby’s room.

You see Johnny smile liking the idea. You liked the idea of compromise.

Robby says, “Won’t that be a little disjointed?”

Miguel gives Robby the evil eye, “Yes. But have you even met this family?”

You felt the blow that Miguel had thrown at Robby and he almost grimaces but instead opens his mouth to fight back but to break up the tension between the two you say, “It’s disjointed. But fitting.”

Johnny finally speaks up, “I wish it was totally karate themed,” you all look at Johnny annoyed, “but! I think this could work. 50/50.”

Everyone gets into an agreement; with Robby bringing his camera and candles, you getting the cake (with the help of Robby) and the matching outfits, while Miguel and Johnny pick out the karate decorations. The baby’s birthday was a week away and you all were rushing to get things right.

Today was the day for the party. You three were ready to go in your matching outfits which were blue and white plaid shirts with light wash jeans and with the cake on hand. Robby had acquired the camera and Miguel had gotten the decorations.

You all were setting up for the party hanging streamers, little cutouts of karate men doing all types of moves, and a humongous balloon with the number one on it. You could say it was a little tacky but for some reason it fit so well.

Soon enough everyone had showed up in their karate gi’s and all started conversing amongst each other. You had made your rounds with the baby around the room thanking everyone for coming to the party. Everyone loved him and couldn’t help but compliment the matching outfits and how adorable you all looked. Even Demetri gave in with the shrug of his shoulders, “Okay, I’ll admit it. I mean, it’s a bit cheesy. But it’s very cute,” which warranted a laugh from you.

“Demetri, coming from you, that must mean I did something right,” you say to him, causing him to smile at you.

Miguel had invited Hawk, Sam, and Demetri to the party while Robby had Tory and Kenny tag along with him. Not the biggest crowd but definitely the right ones to show up. You had decided to not invite Daniel for this one because you didn’t want an all out karate fight to break out in the living room at your son's party. But there’s always next year. You saw Robby going around and taking pictures, some candid and some posing. You handed Johnny your son so he could show him off to Hawk and Demetri. You walked up to Sam and Miguel.

“Thanks for coming, Sam. I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N! Thanks for the invite. I was really excited to see how the half and half thing would go,” she chuckles.

You look around and realize that it didn’t look too great, “Yeah, not the best. But Johnny is happy and for some reason the dysfunction really works here.”

Miguel and Sam both laugh but agree with you. As you three were laughing you all see a flash catch you all in the act and you hear Robby say, “Man! That was a good one!”

He hands you the picture as it develops and you take a look at it.

“Robby, this is really sweet!”

You see Sam and Miguel lean over to take a look and you show them; both of them smiling at the picture. You say a small, “See you later,” to the two and start to scan the room for your boys. You spot Johnny, Hawk, and Demetri still talking so you walk up to them as well. As you walk up you see Hawk holding the baby while gently moving his arms making sound effects as Johnny pretends to be battling with Hawk and the baby. Might have been the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

You say, “So who’s winning?”

Hawk says, “I’m not sure. This one is definitely a fighter!”

You all laugh and you say, “Thanks for coming boys, honestly.”

Demetri says, “And miss this? The fight of the century? No way!”

You see Robby sneak back up and take a picture of you all with Hawk posing with the baby. You all chuckle at the picture and you say, “I think it’s time for cake, huh?”

They all agree and Hawk hands you the baby back and you go to the kitchen to get everything set up.

“Need any help?” You hear Tory ask you.

“Oh, yeah! Could you get him in his chair while I put the candle on the cake?”

“Yes!” Tory exclaims. You could tell she was wanting to hold him for a little bit. She took him in her arms and she automatically started talking in baby talk to him. Calling him beautiful and whispering “Happy Birthday” to him. Robby was definitely there taking pictures of her and you thought it was adorable. You see Kenny trying to photobomb with Robby trying to “shoo” him away. You couldn’t help but laugh.

Everyone circles around the table with the lit cake and your baby laughing at everybody looking at him and singing. You and Johnny blow out his candle together and share a quick kiss. With most of the kids saying, “aw” but you hear Demetri go, “ew.”

Robby had definitely gotten some really good pictures you could tell by his face. Everyone got a slice of cake and started talking again with Miguel and Robby spending time with the baby together. You could hear them say, “Happy Birthday, little baby.” and “I love you,” and it warms your heart. Knowing that two of the most prominent figures that are gonna be in his life love him unconditionally was the best feeling. You sneak and pick up Robby’s camera and take a picture of the boys and you just look at the picture with so much happiness.

You look up at Johnny smiling, taking everything in and you say, “Can’t believe you’re speechless.”

“I am. I’m happy,” he couldn’t hide his bright smile and he wraps his arm around you.

“Me too, Lawrence,” you lean into his touch.

He kisses your forehead and mumbles, “I love you, babe.”

You smile and say, “I love you too.”

You both did. You both love each other. You both love your son as well.

You two stand there for a bit looking at everyone and enjoying the party. It might not have been the prettiest party in the world but it was your party and though it was tacky; you wouldn’t have it any other way. You couldn’t wait for your son to meet them all one day when he gets older; what an adventure that’s gonna be.

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