#//OKAY don't feel free to match me cuz i went on and on

[honorhearted]

@thvnkpink

It was going on week two since Barry Seville had shown his face. The man was quiet, introspective, and preferred to keep things close to the vest, but he wasn't irresponsible. The fact he hadn't phoned in even once proved to Ben that something was amiss -- Barry would have told him, had he decided to go chasing after a lead -- so after breaking into his partner's house and discovering it empty? Well...he'd done the only logical thing, and decided to open up an investigation of his own.

Upon further inspection, inside the front door by Barry's keyholder (conveniently missing the keys) was a bright red matchbox, sporting the R.ialto's logo in striking cursive letters. As a bit of a loner, Ben hadn't ever frequented such an establishment, but he'd certainly heard rumors. Barry had never struck him as the type... But in the world of h.omicide, he knew all too well how appearances could be deceiving.

With the matchbook weighing heavily within his palm, Ben entered the glitzy club and was immediately overwhelmed by cigar smoke, sultry jazz music, and the stench of promised debauchery. His shoulders instantly tensed, if only to make himself look smaller, unavailable, and wholly uninterested in whatever offer might be thrown his way.

Instead, he made a beeline towards a gentleman mixing drinks at the bar. "Excuse me," Ben said, sliding the matchbook onto the counter. "Does this belong to your establishment?"

The man lifted his dark, supercilious eyes and appraised him scornfully, the corner of his mouth quirking in bemusement. "You can read, can'tcha?" he asked, adding a bit of vermouth to his concoction. "The sign's out front."

Ben's smile grew tight. "Yes sir, I can read -- but times change. I want to know if this is a recent product of yours, and not a dated one."

The bartender harrumphed. "Yeah, it's recent." Mixing his drink with the shaker, he spared him an impatient look. "You want something or not? I've got plenty of patrons here, buddy."

Pursing his mouth, Ben reached inside his pocket, then slid a picture of Barry across the counter. "What about him?" he asked. "Did you see this man within the past two weeks?"

Cocking his head, the dark-haired man leaned forward and sniffed, then nodded once. "Uh-huh, sure did. Kind of a wise-ass, but he more or less kept to himself. Except for Sandie. He seemed pretty interested in talking to her."

Ben perked up at that. "Sandie?"

The bartender nodded. "All the guys like talking to her though," he clarified.

Trying not to appear too eager, Ben pressed, "And where can I find her? Is she working today?"

"Rain or shine," the man said, giving a dismissive wave of his hand. "She's the petite, pretty one -- the blonde -- over there in that booth. Though you'd better hurry, 'cause she's meeting a client."

After thanking the grumpy bartender for his help, Ben grabbed Barry's picture and made his way through the laughing, cigar-smoking patrons, his heart in his throat once he stopped directly in front of the woman -- this Sandie, who apparently had visited with his friend. Despite his distaste towards venues of this nature, Ben couldn't deny that the blonde had quite ethereal, striking eyes...large, dark, fathomless.

"Um...hello," he stammered. Brilliant. Already off to a rousingly good start. With a wince, he went ahead and slid into the seat across from her, his hands clumsily depositing Barry's photograph onto the table. "Your friend back there said you met with Barry Seville," Ben began, finally anchoring a bit of command to his voice. "I'm leading the investigation into his disappearance. Would you mind if we spoke for a few minutes?"

[wholoveseggs]

Hey lovely, today request from me🥰

I got struck on an idea where reader tried to dominate Elijah but always fail so, she get Klaus help with some magical witchy rope or something to subdue him, which was successful.

Tho here's the thing, reader is inexperienced in doing something like that and not prepped enough to take him, cuz y'know Elijah is big.. hehehe😌🤭so she started tear up, and ask for his help. Elijah being a smug he is punish her happily after...can you added a sprinkle of daddy kink and overstimulation, pretty puh-lease with the cherry on top🙏🥺

Oh btw your story always superb 🤩 😁

Bindings

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You ask Davina for help with creating something to tie up Elijah... only for you to get in way over your head. Luckily, he is in a forgiving mood.

♡♡ Thanks for the request anon! I decided to change it from Klaus to Davina, because I just can't see Klaus being okay with you essentially making a weapon against his family... Even if the reason behind it is just for some kinky fun ♡♡

4.9k words - Warnings: smut, *magical* bondage, dom!elijah, daddy!kink, spanking, choking, sex toys and a whole lotta praise...

You sat in Davina's greenhouse, looking around at all the various plants and flowers the young witch had collected. You had asked Davina to meet up with you to help with a problem, one that was a bit awkward to even say out loud, but you knew that she of all people would understand.

You watched her browse through her books, trying to find the spell you had requested. After a few moments, Davina had found the page and started gathering the items needed.

"Davina?" you said.

She looked up from the table and gave you a curious look. "Yeah?"

"You don't think this is a little crazy? I mean, it's a bit of a long shot."

Davina smiled. "Not at all. I may have.... tried it myself... with Kol," she replied, looking away with a light blush.

Your eyes went wide. "Oh, my God. It worked?"

She shrugged trying to appear cool, but her mischievous grin gave away her answer. You smiled back and the two of you quickly dissolved into a fit of giggles.

After the laughter had calmed down, you looked at her questioningly. "So, how does it work?"

Davina took a seat on the couch next to you and showed you the spell she had found.

"The basic binding is actually quite simple, it's the ingredients that are tricky," she explained, "luckily I have white oak ash, and the rest should be easy to find."

You nodded and listened intently as Davina read through the list of ingredients and their uses. She began by grinding the herbs and mixing them in a bowl, followed by the white oak ash.

Once the mixture was complete, Davina took a long silk rope that you had provided and dipped it in the bowl. She held the rope above the bowl, letting the excess liquid drip off as she chanted the incantation.

"Done," Davina announced, handing you the now-dry rope. "It will keep him bound and unable to break free. You can use it any way you'd like." She grinned, giving you a knowing look.

You couldn't believe how easy it had been, that you were so close to fulfilling a long-held fantasy of yours. "Thank you, Davina. You're the best," you said, pulling her into a hug.

She hugged you back, giggling as she pulled away. "One more thing, if you need to break the spell, just say 'confractus' and it will untie itself,"

You nodded, thanking her again before making your way home, the rope clutched tightly in your hand.

It was the most expensive piece of clothing you had ever purchased. It wasn't even something you could wear outside your bedroom, but damn, did it make you feel sexy.

The lingerie was a red, sheer babydoll dress with black lace trim, and it was paired with a matching thong and stockings. You had never worn anything so revealing before, but you knew Elijah would like it, and that was all that mattered.

You wanted to get him all worked up, break down the gentleman facade, make him want you so badly that he would do whatever you asked. You had been waiting for the right moment to try the rope Davina had created, and you were certain that tonight was the night.

You pulled a robe over your outfit, concealing it until the right moment. Then you sat back on your bed and texted Elijah.

"Are you free tonight?"

A few moments later, your phone vibrated.

"For you, always."

You grinned and quickly replied, "Come over."

He sent a thumbs up, and you tossed your phone aside, your nerves kept you from sitting still, and you spent the next ten minutes pacing anxiously around the room. When you finally heard a knock on the door, you jumped, startled by the sound. You took a deep breath and walked to the front of your apartment.

When you opened the door, you were greeted by a sight that made your mouth water. Elijah was dressed casually, in just a t-shirt and jeans, it was a rare sight, and one that had you practically drooling.

You stood there in silence for a moment, taking in the sight of him, until he cleared his throat and asked, "Can I come in?"

"Yes, sorry. Come in." You stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You let yourself melt into him, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped around you.

"What's this for?" You asked, teasingly tugging on his t-shirt, your hands roaming across his broad chest. "Has your dry-cleaner gone and quit on you?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "I figured we would just have a quiet night in. No need for the formalities."

You nodded, your hands traveling down to his waist. You felt his body tense slightly when your fingers began to dance along the bare skin under the hem of his shirt.

"Well, I have a surprise for you," you said, looking up at him with a mischievous smile.

He raised an eyebrow and gave you a curious look. "A surprise? Well, now I'm intrigued."

You laughed and grabbed his hand, leading him to your bedroom. Once inside, you turned and faced him, taking a deep breath before you began to untie your robe. But then you stopped, looking at him with a naughty smirk.

"Take off your shirt," you ordered, your voice suddenly more confident.

He looked surprised by your words, but quickly obliged, pulling the t-shirt over his head and tossing it aside.

"Hmmm," you smiled as your eyes traveled down his body, appreciating his toned abs and muscular arms, lingering on where a trail of dark hair disappeared into his jeans. "Now the pants."

You watched as his hands moved to unbutton his jeans. He kept his gaze locked on you, his dark eyes filled with lust. Once the pants were undone, he slowly pushed them down, revealing his black boxer briefs and the outline of his half-hard cock.

Your mouth watered at the sight, but you knew this was just the beginning. As much as you wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck him senseless, you had a plan, and you were determined to stick to it.

"Get on the bed," you commanded, gesturing to the large mattress behind him.

He climbed onto the bed, sitting back against the pillows and watching you with curiosity. You untied the belt of your robe and let it fall open, revealing the sheer lingerie underneath.

Elijah's jaw dropped, his eyes widening as they traveled over your body.

"Do you like it?" You asked, teasingly running a finger along the edge of the lace trim.

He nodded, unable to speak, his cock already fully hard and straining against his underwear.

"Good, because I want you to do something for me," you said, your voice low and husky.

He nodded again, his gaze fixed on you.

"Take off your underwear and stroke your cock."

You watched him pull his boxer briefs down and wrap his large hand around his thick shaft, slowly stroking himself.

The sight of him pleasuring himself made your own arousal grow. You let your robe drop to the floor and climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs.

He groaned, his eyes never leaving your body as he continued stroking his cock.

"Darling, you are a vision," he breathed, his voice deep and raspy with desire.

You felt heat pooling between your legs, your nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of your lingerie.

You leaned in and kissed him, your tongues battling for dominance as you moaned into his mouth. His other hand came up to grab your ass, pulling you closer.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes dark with lust.

"Touch yourself," he growled, his lips brushing against yours.

"No," you smirked, "I have something else in mind."

You reached over and picked up the rope, which you had placed within reach on the nightstand. You watched his eyes widen, his hand stopping its movements as he stared at the rope.

"Do you want me to tie you up?" He grinned, his hand starting to stroke his cock again.

"I have something else in mind," you repeated.

Elijah raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.

"Hands up," you commanded, leaning back slightly to give him space.

He paused for a moment before lifting his arms above his head, resting them on the pillow behind him.

You brought the rope over his wrists, looping it around and tying them together. He chuckled, his eyes darkening as he realized what you were doing.

"I never took you for a bondage girl, darling."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me," you replied, your tone playful as you pulled the rope tighter.

"Unfortunately I don't think this silk rope will hold me," he said, smirking as he tugged at the restraints.

You ignored him, continuing to tie his wrists to the headboard. Once you were satisfied with the knots, you sat back and admired your work, enjoying the way he looked helpless and at your mercy.

"Oh yeah?" You questioned, trailing a finger down his chest and abs, watching him shiver.

You slowly shrugged off one of the straps of your babydoll, letting the top slide down, exposing one breast.

His eyes fixated on your bare chest, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"Mmmm," you hummed, rolling the hard bud between your fingers, teasing him. Then you did the same with the other strap, pushing the top down until your breasts were completely exposed.

Elijah let out a low moan, his cock twitching against his stomach.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he growled, his eyes burning with desire.

"Do you want to touch them daddy?" You cooed, running your hands up and down your breasts.

"Yes," he hissed, his hips bucking up involuntarily.

"Go ahead, tear the rope and touch me."

"Gladly."

He tugged at the rope, once, twice, three times. It didn't budge, much to his surprise.

"How the..." he started to say, looking up at the knotted rope.

"It's just a bit of magic," you smirked, your confidence growing as you watched him struggle.

You knew the ropes wouldn't hold him forever, but you planned on making the most of the time they did.

"Now, where were we?" You leaned forward, bringing your breasts close to his face.

He craned his neck up, trying to capture one of your nipples with his mouth, but you pulled away, denying him.

"Uh uh," you scolded, "You can look, but no touching."

You moved forward again, brushing your breast against his lips. He eagerly opened his mouth, trying to suck on the hardened peak, but you kept it just out of reach.

"I will be free soon enough, little one," he growled, his eyes locking onto yours, "and when I am, you're going to be punished for teasing me."

His words sent a thrill through you, but you remained calm, refusing to show him any signs of weakness.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do, daddy?" You asked, taunting him as you rolled your hips, your wetness coating his skin.

He groaned at the sensation, his dark, lust-filled eyes watched as you began to touch his body, teasing and tormenting him.

You raked your nails down his chest and abs, earning a hiss of pleasure. You licked a hot stripe up his neck, biting his earlobe before moving to his lips. You kissed him roughly, your teeth grazing his lower lip, and he moaned, deepening the kiss.

Your hand went to his cock, stroking it slowly as he tried to buck his hips into your touch. You pulled back, smirking at him.

"You're not going to come until I say you can, understood?"

"Yes, my dear," he breathed, his eyes closing in pleasure as you tightened your grip on his shaft.

"Good boy."

You kissed him again, your tongues dancing together as you pumped his cock. He moaned into your mouth, his hips thrusting upwards, desperate for release.

You broke the kiss, looking down at him with a smirk. You couldn't wait any longer, you had to have him.

You positioned yourself over his throbbing member, lining him up with your entrance. You felt a flash of nervousness, not knowing how well you would be able to take him, but the excitement overrode the anxiety.

You lowered yourself down slowly, his thick cock stretching you open, filling you inch by inch.

"Fuck, Elijah," you moaned, burying your face into the crook of his neck, the feeling of him buried so deep, making your legs shake.

He hummed, his biceps straining against the rope as he struggled to break free. You placed your hands on his chest, using him as leverage as you began to ride him.

You knew right away that you were in trouble. Usually Elijah would take the lead, getting you all wet and worked up, he always took his time, and the pleasure he brought was slow and delicious.

But this, being on top and having all the control, was something you hadn't experienced before. It was intense, and you weren't sure if you could handle it.

Your thighs were burning as you lifted yourself up and down, but you were determined to keep going. Your eyes met his and the sight of his pupils blown wide with desire was enough encouragement for you to continue.

You rode him faster, your breath coming in short gasps. You were getting close, so close, but it was somehow all too much and not enough. You didn't think it would be this much work, and you could feel your energy waning.

It was a terrible feeling, finally getting what you wanted and being disappointed by it. You had been so confident, but now your thighs were burning and you were struggling to keep up a steady rhythm.

You looked at the ropes, seeing that they were still secure. There was no way you would be able to finish this yourself. You were going to need help.

"Eli," you whimpered, your nails digging into his chest.

"Yes, my dear," he groaned.

"I-I'm not sure... If I can keep going," you admitted, panting as you struggled to continue, a frustrated tear rolling down your cheek.

"Well, I'm still quite enjoying myself. You look absolutely exquisite like this," he teased, his eyes roaming your body.

"Elijah," you whined, "please. I-I can't."

He gave you a knowing smirk. "If you can't keep up, maybe I should be the one in charge."

"Please," you begged, your face flushing as the humiliation of being denied what you wanted so badly washed over you.

"You created this problem for yourself, little one," he reminded, "but luckily, I'm in a giving mood."

You nodded, grateful that he was willing to help you, even if he did enjoy teasing you about it. You reached up and undid the knots, releasing his hands from their restraints.

As soon as his hands were free, Elijah gripped your hips, flipping you over so he was on top. You yelped in surprise, the sudden change in position leaving you breathless.

"You are such a good girl," he praised, his voice husky with desire. "So eager to please."

He kissed you hungrily, his hands exploring your body, his fingers tugging at the hem of your lingerie.

"And this," he murmured against your lips, "is very pretty. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to tear it."

Before you could protest, he ripped the babydoll in half, exposing your entire body to him. He tossed the torn fabric aside, his dark eyes roaming your naked form.

"But it was expensive," you half-protested, even though you were throbbing at the gesture of dominance and disregard.

He growled and pinched your nipple, earning a sharp gasp, then he soothed it with a swirl of his tongue, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"How much did that little magical rope cost you?"

You shuddered, already realizing this was the price you had to pay. You knew he would punish you for this stunt and it turned you on more.

"N-nothing, it was a favor from a friend," you muttered.

He didn't like the vagueness of your answer and took the rope and tied it around your wrists as he started kissing you again, your tongue clashing with his, while his large hand roamed your body, tweaking your nipples, earning a soft moan, and then traveling down south, running his fingertips along your skin, teasing and tickling you softly.

"You are going to do exactly as I say now, understood?" he mumbled against your skin.

"Y-Yes, Daddy," you whined, already desperately bucking against his hand.

Elijah released you, flipping you onto your stomach and dragging you to the head of the bed, tying the rope to the headboard so your arms are stretched high over your head. You were on your knees, and completely under his power.

You heard him rummaging around in his dresser and your heart began beating quickly from nervousness and excitement.

He kissed the back of your neck, the heat of his body warming you, and causing goosebumps to cover your skin. The smell of his cologne wrapped around you and you instinctively arched into his embrace.

"My sweet pet, are you ready to be punished?" he asked as he held one of his ties in front of your face, "Do you have a safe word?"

Your mind raced as he put the tie over your eyes. You quickly selected a word, just in case you needed it, though you sincerely doubted that would happen. Even when he was dominant like this, he always put your pleasure first, but you wanted him to believe you were scared.

"Coffee."

"Excellent," he replied as the smooth fabric was tied tightly around your head.

You tried to lean forward but couldn't move an inch with the rope around your wrists. This rope has successfully restrained Elijah, there was no way you were getting free until he cut you loose.

"I must say… that magic rope is quite a dangerous weapon, a threat to my family." He whispered against your ear, a hint of danger in his voice, sending an excited tingle through you.

You suddenly felt his strong hand wrap tightly around your neck. He wasn't squeezing yet but he was definitely letting you know who's in charge.

"You and I both know how I handle threats to my family," he said, pressing a kiss against your neck.

A moan escaped your lips and you could hear him chuckle. You were so wound up, you weren't sure how long you could take this.

"Stay quiet," Elijah commanded.

As if in punishment, he withdrew his hand from your throat, and you almost immediately missed the feeling of his warm hand against you. A sudden slap to your ass made your body jolt.

It burned from the force of it, his large, powerful palm practically covering your entire cheek. Every sensation was heightened by the tie around your eyes and you felt your whole body heating up, your blood rushing in anticipation of what was to come.

He hit you again, on the same cheek, harder than the last time. The sound of his hand hitting your flesh seemed to fill the room. Tears pooled in your covered eyes, the burning sensation making your body hum in pleasure, mixed with a bit of pain.

You weren't sure if you could handle one more of his heavy-handed swats. Your arms hurt from being pulled high above your head, and your wrists were already chafing.

You heard him reach into your night stand, searching for something that would bring you a different kind of pain. He found what he was looking for, trailing it down your spine. It was cold and smooth, and it made your stomach drop when you realized what it was.

"Eli- wait," you protested, none of this night was going to plan, but this? You had fantasized about it, sure, but this was-

Your mind went blank when he pushed it inside you, and without mercy, he switched it on. It buzzed to life and the sudden onslaught of the vibrations made your legs shake uncontrollably, your wrists burning slightly as you pulled on them.

It was like you were filled with electricity. And the noises you were making? They were a mix of moans and pleas for release, your body already nearing its limit.

His hand was gone, no more spanking and yet- the buzzing didn't stop, you had no release in sight and that's when you realized your mistake. He wasn't going to let you finish, the intention to drive you near your peak only to take you back down.

It was torture.

And you were absolutely loving it.

The minutes seem to tick by, maybe hours. Who knows anymore. All you're aware of is your trembling thighs, sweat glistening your back and your voice, cracking slightly as you scream and moan, writhing at the touch of his hand, then the hard buzzing once again.

"Hmm, we've never tried this setting before," he mused.

"Please Eli-"

He increased the intensity, a loud buzz echoing the room, and a series of vulgar curses escaping your lips, making him laugh.

The vibrator inside you was now pulsing at a rapid pace, the pleasure blinding, building, and there's nothing you can do to prevent the inevitable.

"Don't you dare come," he ordered.

"I can't-" you began, already starting to crumble under his control.

He gave the end of the vibrator a small twist and it hit a new spot that was pure euphoria. You tried to hold on, but it was impossible, your vision went white as an orgasm rocked through you, stealing your breath away, and all of the pent up tension that was burning in the depths of your core.

You let out an ecstasy-laced scream, every fiber in you igniting, every nerve firing at once as an immense surge of pleasure washed through your trembling body, shaking you to the core.

In that moment there was only bliss. The kind of sweet bliss that washes over your exhausted form, turning your limbs to rubber and melting your insides.

Your wrists ached, and you expected Elijah to untie you, but he had gone perfectly still behind you. Your heart began to race, suddenly filled with worry about whether he had become angered by your release. You honestly couldn't undergo another round of his erotic torture and live through it.

The silence and inaction was far worse than any punishment and you felt fear creep up your neck. Suddenly the vibrator turned back on at the max setting and his hand came down hard on your ass once again, leaving it stinging and burning, and tears brimming your lids, even as your body reacted with arousal.

You weren't even sure if your wrists could survive another round and it didn't help that the orgasm had made you sensitive to the point of numbness, but you can already feel your legs shaking, threatening to buckle underneath your exhausted form.

"Daddy, please I can't. I'll pass-" you started, the warning cut off with another slap.

You couldn't do it anymore, your wrists hurt more than the spanking. You remembered Davina had said that the rope could be undone with one word from you. Just as another spank was about to rain down, you rasped out 'confractus' and the rope fell off your wrists. You didn't waste a second, the moment you felt your hands free, you were tugging the blindfold down and pulling the vibrator out of you, tossing it across the bed and collapsing.

Elijah looked a bit shocked by your sudden escape, but that didn't stop him. With you no longer held in the bindings, he took it as another reason to keep punishing you and he grabbed your hips and pulled you underneath him.

His eyes were hard and wild, almost black, and his lips were curled up in a delicious smirk as he locked eyes with yours. The blindfold was held tight against your neck with one hand, keeping the pressure just enough to cause slight discomfort.

But then his eyes flicked to your wrists and the damage that had been done. The burns were deep, almost red and his demeanor changed instantly. His expression went soft, filled with remorse, but his dark, lust-filled eyes didn't change, still heated and primal, and needing release.

"I sometimes forget how delicate you are," he said softly, taking one of your wrists into his hand and giving a gentle kiss.

You flinched a little from the sting of it, watching his apology fill his eyes. You knew his guilt and self loathing was about to start, but before he could pull away, you reached up and grabbed the back of his neck and smashed your lips against his.

"I love when you get like this Eli," you admitted as the kiss broke, "Punishing me, fucking me, owning me. So don't start beating yourself up."

His response was an immediate hot sigh against your lips, relieved that he didn't hurt you.

"You do like the attention, do you?" he teased lightly, nuzzling your nose.

You nod, giving another kiss to the tip of his nose. "Always, but can you make this punishment worth it? It better end in a long, hot shower together or I might pass out," you whispered with a cheeky smile.

His shoulders shook from a silent laugh and his arms moved to either side of your face, caging you in with his warm presence, and you couldn't help the blush that spread through your cheeks as the emotion on his face flickered between the self-hating Elijah to the sweet one that you were in love with.

He ran his hand down your leg, then he lifted your thigh and held it against his hip and slowly, gently eased himself inside you. His lips were inches from and you couldn't look away. His eyes had softened now, and your heart melted at the devotion in them, only meant for you.

He slid his hand to the back of your neck as you clung to his shoulder, meeting him thrust for thrust as the pace gradually quickened. Your toes curled as waves of pleasure washed over you, but you held on this time, waiting for his permission, wanting to find release together.

His lips caressed your neck, his breathing ragged, and his movements became more erratic as his own control began to slip. The low, animalistic sounds rumbling in his chest nearly set you off, but somehow you managed to hang on.

Your mind is a fog, filled with everything Elijah; his smell, his warmth, the feeling of his skin against yours, the sound of his heavy breath, his low voice in your ear, his hips moving in a perfect tempo. It was overwhelming, dizzying, and intoxicating. You weren't sure how much longer you could hold out, especially with the way he was whispering your name like a prayer.

Your legs began to tremble again, Elijah knew you were close, and you were being so good for him. He could see the effort your restraint required in the furrow of your brow and the desperation in your eyes, he saw it in the twitching of your fingers and he felt the small spams from the place the two of you are joined.

"You've been such a good girl, come for me sweetheart," he cooed, nipping at your ear.

You closed your eyes and threw your head back. It felt like the earth beneath you cracked open and molten pleasure coursed through your veins, pouring into every cell and nerve, bathing you in absolute bliss.

Elijah kept rocking, dragging out your orgasm and making his own release finally explode throughout every part of him. As the both of you shook from pleasure, he didn't stop kissing you, kissing your cheeks, neck, and nose as the both of you tried to calm down. You clung to his biceps, relishing his touch, trying to calm down your raging heartbeat.

He released you and flipped onto his back, tugging you along, and making sure that you stayed close. You cuddled into his side, giving his chest small, gentle kisses.

He took your wrist, seeing the faint redness where the rope had burned your skin and gave it another tender kiss.

"Don't tell Klaus about the rope, he would not be very pleased to know you and Davina are making weapons behind his back, love."

You snorted and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, "how did you know it was Davina?"

He chuckled and rested his chin on the top of your head.

"Call it an educated guess," he teased and his hand playfully smacked your butt.

You both gave out a little chuckle before falling back into a comfortable silence. Your body had officially given out on you and exhaustion had taken over your form.

Elijah lifted you up out of bed and brought you to the shower, making sure that you were clean of any sticky sweat or traces of what had gone down moments ago. He wrapped his strong arms around you once you were dressed and both cleaned, bringing the covers around both of your bodies before kissing your forehead, and drifting off to sleep, holding you possessively against him.

This night didn't go as you planned, but you did not regret a thing.

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I've gotten a few dm's about my tags not working (yay) so let me know if its still a problem, I just re-tagged all of you so hopefully that solved it ♡

(It may be the hearts causing the issue but I don't want that to be true, so I am in denial)

[summertaters]

OH MY GOSH ARE YOU KIDDING THESE ARE SO GOOOD!!! I love love love your old stuff!!! The little grouchy faces are hilarious 🤣 and watching your style growing in each picture is so cool!!

My favourite was probably the aggressive Kacchako kiss, that’s how I always picture their first, with Bakugou just going for it 💜💜 I’m assuming that’s from a BurnedStars777 fic (I also love their work and have read all of them so I can’t remember which one it’s from 😂)

I would LOVE to know what your costume redesign would have entailed, even just in words, I’m always curious about other peoples design ideas! Like what were those things on Uraraka’s shoulders? What ideas did you have for Bakugou? Only if you want to though, no pressure.

Thanks so much for these, I really appreciate your art so much as I’m sure you can tell!

I hope you keep enjoying drawing too, so if you ever feel like it’s too much pressure please feel free to take a break, I’ll be okay!! I just want you to know that I’m not expecting art from you, I never want it to feel like you have to draw something ya know?

Anyway Thank you so much again, your Art is such a gift and I’m so grateful you’re sharing it with us!!

Hahaha, thank you~ Glad you enjoyed seeing them!!

Yes!! I think I took dialogue from BurnedStars777 'The Art of Conception' and reworked it to be a first kiss situation? xD I could also be misremembering tho lol.

((I picture a very slow burn where finally Bakugou just GOES for it!! It's a bit awkward and rough, but so them~))

This post gets a bit long, so I've added a break-- Art Below~

Since you're curious- I went and did some new rough-ups of the general ideas I had back then.

^ Uravity redesign. Mainly white and blacks with small accents of pink.

A jetpack and boot/calf thrusters to maneuver in the air better. A bit more of a practical helmet with a cute 'halo' look. (Angel face)

She'd overall still have a very cute and round look, but just a lil different!

^ Dynamight redesign. Ripped sleeves, 'handles' on his shoulders + hips (for combo moves with Uravity). Mask slightly altered too.

Biggest change is the gauntlets and gloves that I gave him- open palmed gloves ('cuz the idea would be his explosions would be more potent that way lol. )

Asymmetrical gauntlets- Left side clusters of grenades that could be detached and thrown. Right side a smaller version of his iconic grenade gauntlet. Both gauntlets would have the sweat gathering tubes attached to gather his explosive sweat and store it.

They both would of course still have their matching dots u.u

They're very rough ideas, that I'm sure could be improved upon, but I had fun thinking them up :3

Anon, you are so kind and sweet. I'm so grateful for your support, it really motivates and inspires me- I have so much more art planned in the future! You really make me feel like I'm part of a community <3

I try to take breaks here and there to not overwhelm myself (particularly my wrist will sometimes flare up) So don't worry <3 I really appreciate your thoughtfulness and care!!

I hope you stick around to see what else I have in store for you, and I wish you well! xoxoxo

[mypartnersincrime]

I miss hanging out with her. But I fear I don't really know her at all anyways 😮‍💨

I just want us to have time to hang out. Why can't I relax around her? Is it hypervigilanve? What does my body know that my mind does not yet? All I know is I'm terrified she'll get to know me and something about me will repel her.

The only thing repelling her rn is my shit communication. Ugh. It's like I want to open up about whats going on but I think she's too busy too care 😬

She's on a journey and I saw us being great uplifters if each other but turns out I suck lol no I think I went through a lot and haven't been the positive open person she met

Not sure, and the uncertainty makes me feel like I just gotta keep trying harder. So I'm doing opposite action. Giving space and if what we need is time, great! If not, I'll live even if this one doesn't work out. But this time I hope we can be friends.

Speaking of friends, I thought I felt less pressure when making friends but I fear I'm just too open and ppl feel like I expect something of them other than their own openness. Maybe I should learn to see ppls discomfort as their inability to match my freak (open and free communication).

Cael I have a platonic crush on, sorry. I enjoy our emotional intimacy and he's such a sweetie 😭 wish he was poly/open fr. But it's okay. I'm simply excited to get to know him and chill when we can!

With Alyssa, I feel like I need to make up for all the horrible times I've given her. I have a great time and I miss it. I even feel like we're not really dating anymore. I've de escalated in my mind because it's pretty clear she doesn't have capacity and/or time for a long convo. The way she left things, saying she'll reply later then not. It doesn't make me feel like trying again. It feels like have been deeply rejected. It wasn't just a meme or anything, I was telling her I felt like a burden, I said I felt I was overwhelming her.

The next issues "il lhave more time to reply when I'm off work" 😮‍💨 everyone I'm currently into has me waiting for them to be ready to date lol why do this to me, I'm sweet and looking to open up.

But this level of insecurity just won't do. It's hard to remebr to treat this more olatonically when I have a very large gay crush on her. But she don't be having time for me, and I'm tired of being the one whose always there for ppl.

I'm just tired. And in need of a vent session. But it doesn't matter. I need a therapist. I don't want to be doing this anymore

I miss her, but I think I miss what we had in the beginning. I'm not sure if it's something I did, or if my expectations are too great, but I know my needs and it's time to get real about what she's been offering. Which is for me to wait 😮‍💨

Wait until Oct 4 turned into wait until Oct 19 and she's already busy. since August I've been suggesting things and I guess feeling rejected cuz I need to wait until Oct 4 (a few sprinklings of potentially quitting early then never mentioning it again). Our forest adventures in the city and at the local national park. Our plans for a craft night and Chopped style kitchen hijinks. Even the gem show. It feelsl Ike she forgot, or had someone more convenient to go with 😒 these are the things that make me feel less important. And I can't suggest anything without being told to just wait till she's off work. Sounds good. My passion for hanging out has dwindled since I couldn't bring it up. And now she makes nooooooo effort to hang out. I just gotta match that too. Cuz I'm so tired of planning everything ffs I'm tired of feeling chosen once or twice a week. I need to adjust my expectations but I get so excited to hear from her I forget were nowhere near primary partners or even close friends

And can we get to how she kinda dismisses out mental health stuff? Def avoids it. My ideal person(s) have questions! Want to know more. To them, i cannot yapnenough about being Black autistic with DID 🩷🌈✨

Now there's so much to like about her. She shows interest in getting to know me, just not my inner world. She's an incredibly caring person. She's a talented ecologist, I find her big knowledge admirable. She really likes rocks, especially labradorite.

But when she overwhelmed, she doesn't reach out.

I have no idea when I wrote this but guess what: she's not interested romantically 😮‍💨 I'm sorry babe. You are a light, a joy, a clown and a abddie. None of that changes cuz she can't/won't choose you in that way. Thankfully hehe

But it does suck. And fuck has every insecurity I have come up. And I've said hi and sent them on their way I guess, no use getting stuck in negative thought or believing they reflect my character.

Just dealing with a lil sadness and disappointment, but not despair or hurt which I'm grateful for. Ingues this type of convo leads me closer to my ideal ppl even though its hard and embarrassing, vulnerability and openness is always brave and admirable!

Thank you for reminding me my good qualities!

[thetiredstuff]

im on bumble but nothing has led anywhere because im too scared of everything but mostly cuz its just so boring and apps just not for me. but i'm also just so fucking annoying. like everytime i meet up with friends i eventually talk about the fact i don't have any experience with anyone cuz i'm mid-20s now and still have no experience about anything and it just makes me feel undesireable and ugly and invisible and unloved and i don't have a lot of friends which already makes me feel unloved and unwanted.

so anyways i mentioned this again to a friend who swiped some people for me on bumble and it was a match. one of them then send me like 3 options of things and i don't realize what it was for but apprently he was asking me out so all of a sudden he says okay how about wednesday or thrusday but like that scraes the crap out of me. but more than anything i really just don't have time right now cuz i'm so stressed about my thesis i have difficulty breathing every night when i fall asleep from the stress my thesis is giving me cuz i don't think i have enough time. so i passed. then my two friends saw and now one of em said ai'm using my thesis as an excuse and "it's just clear (I) don't want it which is fine but then stop whining about how (I'm) single" and it's just like wow okay then. easy for you to say. people don't really line up for people in their mid-20s who have zero experience, a lot of people just think i'm boring or a grey mouse which is really not a fun adjective to be described as, i'm just constantly hurt, and literally no one has ever even shown any interest in me. it's easy to be so care free about it all if you've had experience and flings and what not and know that people want you and love you but that's not me. no one wants me

it's about to be my birthday in a little over a month and i always just dread it cuz the majority of the people i know forget it which is just an awful feeling. and i hardly have people in my life. and this year especially i'm supposed to graduate and find work but i don't have the qualifications i need. i am one-third of the way done with my life and i have nothing to my name: no experiences, hardly any travel memories, hardly any friends, never go out, no job, no partner, no date, no kiss, no laughter-filled friday nights, no friend group, no internship, no career opportunities.

like my cousin described me as a grey mouse a couple months ago which just got stuck in m head cuz that's a really awful thing to say honestly? and then someone i was talking to a couple of nights ago said i looked like the people from my field of study which is just notoriously stuffy and boring to a lot of people. so like that's me? grey, stuffy mouse.

idevnknow what im saying just that what my friend said honestly jsut hurt. like easy for you to say that when you are very clearly desired. that's literally all my friends. all my friends are gorgeous and they're all like "oh you're so bueaitufl youll find somone" yeah right. i went out with them and i was the only one of the three who could walk back home alone at 6AM cuz they were busy with people they picked up. idk i think i just exude boring grey mouse vibes or something.

[mosviqu]

loved ur thoughts on it and i'm yet again glad to know that 2 out of 3 of our fav songs match again and i'm so glad it's a 20/10 album for u as well

tbh i only remember matthew talking so i'm not going to be a help here sadly💀💀

ERIC NEEDS TO HAVE LONGER PARTS I LOVE MY MAN SUNWOO LOVE HIS RAPS LOVE HIS VOICE BUT ERIC DESERVES TO SHINE AS WELL HE ALWAYS GET SO LITTLE PARTS💔 and i'm glad we did talk more about sunwoo😇 atleast it was worth it cuz of actor jihoon ig but the fact that only the last episodes were good😭😭 AND YAYYY IM HAPOY TO HEAR THAT🥳🥳

TBH IT WOULD BE CRAZY IF WE WOULD ACTUALLY END UP MEETING UP but if u need any help while u guys are here i am available to help anytime🫡

THE CLUB ONES WERE SO FUNNY I REMEMBER HOW THE TAEHYUN ONE AND THEIRS WERE AROUND THE SAME TIME AND I JUST LAUGHED SO HARD AT THEM (i remember seeing someone say "can't believe they are dancers and they move like this" i lost my shit actually) AND SO TRUE GOOD FOR HIM LMAO and now that u say that i follow an intak stan on tiktok AND SHE HASNT TALKED MUCH ABOUT JIM LIKE SHE USED TO (she also doesn't really make tiktoks that much and took like half off but we don't talk about that)

I DID WATCH IT!!! BAR!!!! I CANNNNOTT PUT MY FEELINGS INTO WORDS I LITERALLY ENDED UP ON THE FLOOR AFTER I WATCHED IT FOR THE FIEST TIME I JUST COULDNT TAKE MY EYES OF OFF JIHOON IT WAS SO BAD HIS FIT AND EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM WAS😭🤭 THE SONG🤌🤌🤌 THE CHOREOGRAPHY 🤌🤌 (but i did. feel a bit weird when i looked at junghwan doing al that .-.) and ever since it came out it has been my motivation to learn i'm just like okay i'm gonna finish this part and watch it again🤭 i am just so not ready for them to perform this like ever shsndbfn (liebestraum anon🥸)

SEE our taste in music actually matches for the most part 😭

still thinking of eric in kiss me if you can....and eric in general..... (i watched their vid w the fo squad today and girl let me tell u i think i fell in love with him ☹ you know me so well goodbye) also i wont talk abt sunwoo anymore bc he is yours only and i wont be a bad friend in this situation /j (i finished the bbam bbam social club series. literally 8h of staring at tipsy sunwoo. what did u expect to happen). ERIC DOESNT GET MANY PARTS ???? HAVE U HEARD THE MAN??????????????? JUSTICE FOR MY MAN.

omg im...so down actually ??? even tho i am SO awkward irl istg i think id die of anxiety but it would be so fun i think 😭😭 i still dont have the tickets so. we'll see hhhhh

NO BECAUSE TAEHYUNS CLUB WAS TOO DRY ISTG THAY WAS THE WORST ONE 😭😭 my man has to come to slovak clubs fr i'll show him how its done 🙄🙄 but also THEY HAVE SO MANY HONGDAE CLUBS AND HE WENT TO THE DRIEST ONE ??? 😭😭 but w the dancing part like how do u expect him to dance at a club he isnt gonna bust out the good boy gone bad choreo 😭😭😭 i mean at least shake ass a little i understand but dont expect big things 😭😭 also SEE im the most active intak stan confirmed (dont look that up) i need him to be my golden retriever boyfriend he's so pookie

on the topic of T5 move. *deep breath* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. jihoon's fit...lives in my mind rent free. like we knew he had abs and we did see them before but why did the sight affect me so much this time 😭 also i didnt even look at junghwan that much 😳 maybe for the best to not feel weird AHAHA i mean he is an adult but the 2 year age difference is providing a mental block for me to not see him in that way LMAO. we are NOT ready for the mv OR the live performance im afraid. plan my funeral friends ☹☹

[hardlyworkingtbh]

HOOO, okay, strap in. This will take a while.

First off, 100%, you're right. I remember even before I grew attached to him as a character I would be seeing Taka's free time events an being like "Aren't his motives directly contradicting the message of the school?" Cuz, let's be honest, Hope's Peak is sending a message. It's simple existence implies that they only want to cultivate those with talent already there. Why bother waste time on people who COULD do something great, when there are those BORN to be amazing? I also think that this message went over a lot of the Ultimate's heads, because to them, they weren't BORN to do this, they enjoy it. (There are some outliers like Leon, and I feel like his character could have been explored more in that regard too, but I digress) Anyway, if any student were to see this message for what it is, and hate it, it would've been Taka. Hard-work, effort, his downright hatred for the simple word 'genius'? His entire personality represents everything the school is NOT. He is so clearly polarizing to it's morals. WHICH MAKES IT TEN TIMES WORSE THAT THEY DIDN'T ADDRESS THAT. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't recall him saying, in the game or in any of his free time events, anything against the school. Which is so out of character. This boy is quite literally working his ass off to be recognized for his own effort and skill and to be seen as someone other than his grandfather. You're telling me that he would be accepted into this school, this school of talent and natural skill, and just be good with it? Be good with all his work being chalked down to born talent? Fuck off with that. It was such a missed opportunity on the writers part to not just- to not mention his hatred for it. To give him some sort of motive that goes beyond the Mondo, and his death. Hell, they could've easily pulled something like "Mondo might be dead, but Taka's not gonna quit because of both the promise he made and his desire to dismantle this system." That would've been SO cool! And we would've been given a three dimensional character! Who exists beyond his stereotype of 'uptight rules guy'! And I would've legitimately killed for there to be an arc in Danganronpa ZERO in which he's committing to that plan and actively working to push morals of effort and skill, especially during the Tragedy. Would that have not made an interesting side plot?? I dunno, man, there was just SO much more they could've done with his character and personality.

ALSO- On the note of him being Ultimate Moral Compass. That could've been SO interesting to explore. Because like. It's such a broad and vague title? Because morals are a personal and different thing to each person? And it's clear that one of Taka's most prominent moral is working hard and effort. Which is, again, contradictory to the school. So the fact that they give this boy, this boy who is so fiercely against the schools message and, let's face it, existence. The fact that they give him the title of their 'moral compass'. It sorta feels like they're saying that his morals are 'correct'. But his morals do not at all match up with theirs. Which makes me think about their real motives for accepting him and how much they might've underestimated his drive.

(SORRY FOR MAKING THIS SO LONG THIS WAS JUST A REALLY DRAWN OUT WAY OF AGREEING WITH YOU BECAUSE THIS IS SO FUCKING REAL AND NO ONE ADRESSES IT AND THERE WAS SO MUCH THEY COULD'VE DONE WITH THIS BOY AND AHHHH-)

The danganronpa writers really created a character who was the complete antithesis to hope’s peak and some major characters in later games only to pretty much play him for laughs and then kill him off early.

silly little man. representing the very thing the evil organization stood against and actively tried to prove wrong. and yet was still invited to be a part of their school. only to die. silly taka.

[travelling-on-the-octopath]

Okay so me and the sis are in Chapter 10 in AG (got Marianne!! babygirl <3) and watched the convo between Dimitri, Claude, and Rhea. Way more cordial than I thought it'd be, though Claude still throws a bit of shade at the Church. In an amount that's more readily understandable, at least, but knowing what it snowballs into in his route is. Ugh. Do like him combining his and her strategies together to take the best from both of them tho, that was neat.

What's interesting to me tho is Dimitri. Cuz Claude flat out asks him if he's going to keep giving the Church refuge, and Dimitri answers with basically that "well the Church is important to my people so I have to." Which... kinda doesn't answer the question. And Claude presses on and asks "so if it wasn't useful you wouldn't?" and Dimitri goes "well that likely won't happen anytime soon, or at all." Which. Very much doesn't answer the question. And given Dimitri's general attitude with the Church matching this, it gives the very heavy implication that Dimitri would, in fact, leave the Church in the dust should it not be useful to the Kingdom.

Which, like. Why? The Gard hating on the Church - something which, in 3H, was almost exclusively portrayed as a beacon of hope - makes sense for her to do, since she was the villain. But why is Claude suddenly so down on outright toppling it and murdering its leader (fuck all those who need it/her - that thing that Claude himself acknowledged was true in 3H), and why is Dimitri pussyfootin' so hard about whether he'd help it outside of necessity or not (fuck saving those who are being unjustly persecuted - you know, his entire character)? I'd understand it if the Church were portrayed as more nefarious and dubious in this game, but if anything they come across as better in Hopes than in 3H! Especially when the common-ground enemy for a three-lord-team-up is LITERALLY RIGHT THERE with TWS, not the Church? Maybe I'm still missing something since we haven't beaten AG yet, but it just seems so pointless to me

I'm going to get into spoilers for supports (that have no bearing on plot) so if you want to avoid those lemme know and I'll make another post addressing it another way, but Dimitri's personal apathy toward the church also has me scratching my head?? Which isn't to say that I dislike it, or think it was a bad choice--just that I don't understand why it's a thing. Like let's go on a small journey here.

We're going to ignore events from Houses, because all the game really does here is provide foundational characterization. But honestly the shit that happens in Hopes is a little more damning </3 Dimitri says, incomprehensibly in his support with Claude, that he agrees with him on a personal level regarding the Church, while as king, he can't. What I don't understand is why he'd feel those things personally at all.

Mercedes-Dimitri B Support:

Okay, so the townsfolk being helped by the church are thankful.

Mercedes-Dimitri A-support:

Call me delusional, but this doesn't really seem like a guy who personally would be all right if the Central Church went bye-bye, if for literally nothing else than he says he can't personally oversee every little town in Faerghus. And before I hear someone cry theocracy, because I already have, there are examples in real life of a religious institution, like a church, offering aid to local communities because they fall under the radar of the overseeing government.

And let's not forget that the Central Church does fuck-all when Dimitri throws open the doors to Duscur and begins reparations. Not a peep from them, and this is before the war phase starts/they're officially on the same side. Everyone on the continent is quite literally free to do whatever they want, so long as they're not marching on Garreg Mach with the intention to literally light it on fire. The Empire undergoes its reforms without a damn word; the Alliance becomes a Federation unencumbered; and Dimitri finally began repairing the relationship between Faerghus and Duscur, to the point where portions of their armies overlap.

Dimitri appreciates the stability Rhea offered after the Tragedy. Dimitri knows how important the church is to his people. Dimitri knows they haven't done anything to deserve the ire of literally everyone else on the continent. His main internal conflict is that taking them in basically painted a target on Faerghus' back, and in every route but his, he gets shown how desperate people are to get their hands on the Central Church, and what they're willing to do to Faerghus to get to them. So . . . why is he personally okay with them being put to bed. I don't get it at all.

[funtarou]

Bully || Suna x Reader

Bully! Suna Rintarou x Extremely Timid Reader headcanons

Random thoughs hnnng. Please don't read if you're sensitive or triggered by the idea. My head is just-- weird okay. I grew up being told that the boy who pulled my hair at the Playground did it cuz he likes me. So what am I suppose to do now that I found the idea of a bully bullying because they like you as interesting.

This kinda long tho, idk how and when did it get long-

Story Warning: Bullying, kinda angst? Suna is mean and dense of his own feelings, "cry baby" reader, nosebleed, bullying cuz he like you lol, but there are some comedy I think.

Writing Warning: Occasional grammar and spelling error, and maybe even miss-used of words where it don't belong. Like wise, English not perfect. Also, not proof-read

Surprisingly You were childhood neightbour friends with Osamu and Atsumu. You three are close despite the one year age gap, where you're a year below them.

When you came to Inarizaki to follow the twins, they introduced you to their friends and seniors from the volleyball club.

You were really shy and anxious when meeting new people, especially tall intimidating looking males who are surrounding you the moment Atsumu dragged you inside the gym in the middle of free practice. You almost broke a tear, as you look down to the ground, shakingly introducing yourself.

Lucky for you, most of the members were understanding that you're the shy and easily intimidated type. Because the Miya twins seems to be behaving more when you're around, they don't mind when Atsumu suggest you to watch them while waiting for the twins to finish practice.

One person that doesn't seem too pleased that you're staying is a certain fox-eyed middle blocker. But of course he didn't vocalize his objection, being it probably the minority opinion in the room.

Suna don't know why but something about you just pissed him off. Why do you look so weak? So intimidated? It's not like they're big scary monsters (for the most part). Maybe at some point he even though that you were fauxing your shy-ness just to get attention from the volleyball club members, as the cute petite shy girl.

Maybe This mindset is what dragged Suna to tease you more than the others outside of club' activities. Sometimes the tease went overboard. It starts with him calling you funny nicknames he knew you don't like with people around, up to him stealing and writing not-do-good stuff on your books. But he never does that when others from the volleyball club is around. He doesn't need to worry about people who are "friends" with the twins because he knew they aren't more than classmates and fans.

Suna though his actions as "helping you grow up and get used to how life is just cruel sometimes and that you cant always back away crying in your pretty little Shell"

At first you went Along with it, believing he's still teasing you. Growing up with the twins Made you pretty immune to any form of their tease and jokes. But then you started feeling this has gotten too far for it to be teasing nor joking. And you unconciously grew tired of it, yet too scared to confront Suna and not comfortable on telling other people about it. Especially the twins, because they have the Summer Tournament coming up and you're afraid that telling them would ruin the team's rhythm in matches.

So far you haven't cried publically, always managed to hold the tears, which caught Suna of guard cuz he though you would've cried the first time he trips you over at the hallways.

And one day, you just cant take it anymore

With your food tray in hand, you walked through the cafeteria trying to find an empty seat to have lunch. From the corner of your eyes, you could see the familiar male whom you're always scared when meeting. Suna seems to noticed you as well, as he stopped talking with some classmates to glance back at you. Or maybe it was a glare? You usually cant tell because you dare not to look into his eyes longer than 5 seconds.

You try to act like you didn't notice him, while subtly putting space between you two as you walk pass his table. But you seems to underestimate his leg's lenght, as he still could quickly pull a leg in front of yours, making you lost your footing and tripped. No one Saw what actually happened because Suna didn't Made it obvious he was clearly the one responsible. He acted as if he was as surprised as the others when you fell, tucking the leg he used to trip you back to it's original position.

People around started looking at your direction as you proceed to try and stand up. Some kind people approached you, asking if you're okay, while the others whispers about the accident. Your face and top of your unifo are covered by the curry and rice from your food. Glad that you closed your eyes before the fall. Your water spilled around the bottom part of your blazer and skirt, while some of the jam from your breads are stuck on your sleeves.

Some people actually tried to hold their chuckles and giggles, some don't even hesitates. Suna is one of the ones who try to be subtle with his small chuckle and smirk. You clearly heard the small laughters and whispers around you, as you start feeling anxious mixed with hummiliations. And with the aching of your knees and center part of your face, you couldn't hold the tears any longer.

A classmate of yours who's kind enough to not laugh, help wipe some curry of your face Along with a Travelling tear. But oddly, now people quiet down their laughter, and the classmate stilled in her place. You felt a liquid running down your nose, and when you looked down you found small splatter of blood.

"(Y/N)! What happened?!"

Atsumu's voice can be heard across the now silent cafeteria, with Osamu following behind. They were called by some 2nd years who knew you. Meanwhile a teacher was also called by the canteen lady because of the ruckuss.

"...Tsumu.... Samu..."

You looked up to them with teary eyes and a bleeding nose. Looked like your nose and forehead got most of the impact, Judging by the blood and redness of the skin around it.

"C'mon let's get you to the infirmary. Don't look up, keep your head down."

Osamu said, pulling out his handkerchief to wipe and put some light preassure to your nose. You take hold of the fabric, keeping your head to look down just as told once his hand pulled back. Atsumu Pat off and wipe some of the remaining food incident on you, before carrying you gently to the infirmary. The teacher who came then told everyone to break up the crowd and get back to their businesses.

Back at the cafeteria, Suna was unconciously starring at your weak figure as it dissappeared from his line of sight through the doors. This is odd. This time, he somehow actually feels guilty? He did laugh a little back then, but after he see the blood running down your nose, maybe he did went too far. And your face, it was different from how you usually cry. You didn't even spare him a glance, unlike how you usually immidiately looked up to him after he pulled one of his "jokes" at you.

And now he feels this weird lump in his throat and uncomfortable feeling in his guts.

You were taken to the infirmary, your nosebleed and knees being treated.

Atsumu and Osamu tries to interogate you on what exactly happened, but you just said you tripped on something. They were suspicious of the reason, but didn't push you further.

Since that day you haven't met Suna. And when you do spot him while waiting for the twins to finish practice, he acts as if you didn't exist. You're suspicious, but grateful that he stopped bothering you. Slowly your freshmen days became more peaceful.

Meanwhile Suna still feels the lingering guilt in the pit of his stomach. The fact that you didn't told him out to the teachers or the twins, Made the guilt deepens. But it also Made him annoyed. What if it wasn't him that was doing these to you? What if it was other people? Would you kept silent and continue your personal torture like you're doing till now? It oddly make him hard to digest how timid you are facing the situation Suna put upon you.

"pathetic, cry-baby, incompetent"

Are the names he mumbled when thinking about you. Why is he even pondering and making his head spins thinking about you at 2 in the morning? Damn the guilt must've plagued his mind so deep at this point. Despite already trying to ignore you ever exist, your presence still remains in his head. This kept going for several nights.

"Suna you look like shit."

Atsumu said snickering, followed by a chuckle from Osamu. Well the twins aren't just meaninglessly teasing him, they were right, he doesn't look so good. The changed are subtle to outsiders, but people who're close enough to examine him right (which are the twins) could see the small black circle under his narrow fox like eyes. His hair looks lightly messier and this morning he forgot to tie his tie, and so the fabric is just hanging around his neck from the first period up to recess.

"Shut up."

Suna groaned, putting both of his hands over his face to ease the headache he feels from lack of sleep.

"But seriously talking, what got you so worked up these days. Kita-san has been scolding you in practices too."

Osamu finally spoke up, making Suna's attention divert from Atsumu to him. It took Suna a few seconds to reply as he narrows his eyes, contemplating on wether or not to tell the twins on his and your matter. In the end he decided to just blurt out half the truth.

"There's this person that's been stuck in my head. I did something... Bad? To them? And now I think my brain is still drowning in guilt that it's hard to sleep nowadays."

The twins were kinda taken back on how much Suna is willing to explain on the situation. Well, the details are still pretty much covered, but it's rare for Suna Rintarou to elaborate this much on a problem, not even in volleyball does he speak this much.

"Well? Just apologize to them already. They might not accept it but atleast ya show yer sorry, ya know?"

Atsumu suggested raising a brow. Suna expected that kind of answer at first, no matter to who he decided to tell the problem this kind of answer is always the one that'll appear most of the time.

"Easy for you to say. Don't you ever feel so guilty that you cant bring yourself to even face that person anymore. Wanting to just forget everything and yet this annoying little voice in your head said 'this is not right'."

Whatever has gotten in to him today, he doesn't know if he's thankful or utterly embarrassed by how much he's starting to spill his personal thoughs, especially to the twins. Maybe it was the lack of sleep. Or maybe it's simply just his own breaking point on keeping everything to himself. Suna was expecting either of the twins to laugh at his words, making jokes on how dramatic he's sounding. But to his surprise once more, he didn't hear any of that.

"Eeeh that's pretty tough... The last time I felt like that is when I secretly opened Samu's birthday present and accidentally destroyed it."

Well that was unexpected of Atsumu to say, from Suna's point of view that is.

"Ya were even shitty at hidin' the fact that yer the one who broke it."

Osamu followed with his brother's statement, sighting shortly while half-glaring at his twin from remembering that accident.

"But Hey! We Made up in the end! All it needs' just some cake, puddin' and a well written apology essay from yours truly!"

Atsumu said with a proud Pat on his left chest.

"Don't get ahead of yerself, I knew that mom helped ya with that."

And there comes Osamu ruining his parade.

Well the twins are bickering again now. If he were in the mood, he would be pulling his phone up to record this twin fighting session.

While the twins were bickering, at the corner of his eyes he accidentally spots a familiar female figure amongs the crowd in the cafeteria. She was smiling, laughing and giggling with a friend as they found an empty seat for two. For some cliche reason, his brain tuned down all the other outside factors and just focused on her, on you. He never noticed how your smiling face looks even cuter than when you're crying.

Wait.

Cute?

When did he though you were even decent looking in the first place?

How could he think a crybaby like you, cute?

Not even that, he was thinking you looked cute crying all this time? What is he, a damn sadist?!

But thinking back at how he has been treating you, maybe he is a sadist of some sort. Or maybe he's lower than that, maybe he's just simply a jerk. A plain jerk who made his junior cry and internally suffer for no reasonable reason. Damn it, since when did he became soft and guilty-drowned when it comed to you now. Fuck off feelings, you're ruining his peaceful life.

"Who are you looking at Suna?"

Osamu's voice broke him out of his thoughs. He didn't realized he was still looking at you while contemplating his life in his mind. Turning his head back to look at the twins in front of him, he can see how the two started to try and see at his point of vision on what was he looking at. A scoff escaped Atsumu's mouth with his signature smirk pulled up at the corner of his lips.

"My my Suna, since when did ya start being infatuated by another living human being."

Atsumu's smirk grew wider once he noticed how Suna slightly straighten his back up more.

"Since when did ya start eye-ing (Y/n) like that. Don't tell me yer thinking of dirty stuff of our precious childhood friend."

For some annoying reason the only time Osamu is in sync with Atsumu is when the two is teasing on a third party of the group. In this case, Suna is the third party, unluckily.

"I'm done eating. Catch you guys at practice today."

Instead of entertaining the twins longer, Suna stood up with the empty gyudon box that he brought and finished eating in hand. He can still hear Atsumu's teasings as he walk away from the table, but he wasn't focus enough of them anymore to know the context of the faux blond's words. In his way to the garbage can to throw the plastic box, he passed by you and your friend's table. He three you a side glance as he walked passed, but you never returned it. He knew it was intentional, because even your friend that he wasn't looking at Saw the Sharp glance and shiver in her seat slightly. You? You acted as if he's a wind passing by.

In his way to class, he cant help but keep remembering Atsumu's words.

"All it needs' just some cake, puddin' and a well written apology essay from yours truly."

No matter how rationally he though it out, that type of apology is too cheesy when being paired with someone like him. But maybe he can incorporate some of the factors in his own kind of apology.

Wow, he's really thinking of apologizing to the person he's been "hating" for half a semester.

Will Suna really apologize and Will his sorry be accepted? Will (Y/n) even want to face Suna if he does apologize?

Find out next time in Dragon Ball Z

A/N: Yeah so like, I realized the thing I'm writing can be a highschool drama romance series and it's getting too long pfffft

Also I've been on writer block :) and haven't been active in Tumblr recently

Part 2 Angst ending is out

Fluff ending in the process of making

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

What is with people who constantly portray the US as soon warmongering nation? Is there something that I missed? Or is it just "America(ns) SUCKS LMAO" shit again? Cuz I can't remember the last time we started a war unless you count Afghanistan (I don't know the full story sorry) but I don't think we started that? Wasn't that whole mess started by 9/11?

Oof. Okay, so this is not a simple answer but I'm gonna try to answer it simply, so I'm going to miss things. Feel free to tear me apart in the RBs if I miss the thing that pisses you off the most everybody.

So after 9/11 it was determined that Al-Qaeda was funded in part by the Taliban, who were in control of Afghanistan at the time (boy, sure glad that changed!). So we invaded Afghanistan to get rid of the Taliban and find and kill Bin Laden and Al-Qaeda. While that was going on, there were also claims that Iraq was involved and that Saddam had weapons of mass destruction that might be used in further attacks on American soil. So we also invaded Iraq pre-emptively as a...God I wish I could remember the exact term Bush used that everyone mocked, but I can't, so I'll just say a preemptive attack. After invading and toppling Saddam and essestially taking over the country for a good few years, no weapons of mass destruction were found. So that set the blame game off. Democrats said there never were WMDs in Iraq, that they were all destroyed in 1991 after the first Gulf War when the UN forced Saddam to shut down his chemical weapons programs and Bush just used either bad intel or outright fabricated reports to justify invading and "finishing" his dad's war against Saddam. Republicans said that either Saddam destroyed them when it became obvious that the war was lost, or they were really well hidden and if we just kept looking we would find them, but that they definitely existed before we invaded and we were justified in that invasion.

All of these wars, and the controversy around Iraq, set the anti-war left off like crazy. All the ex-hippies who wanted to relive their glory days of protesting the Vietnam war came out in droves, along with young activists who wanted to be part of the new wave of anti-war protesters. They, and the largely critical news media, whipped up an anti-war frenzy, though it never came close to matching what went on in the 70s. But during that, the protesters and the media painted America and Republicans in particular, even though most American wars began either before Republicans and Democrats existed, or during a Democratic presidency. And most were not started by us.

So now all nuance about war is lost. Wars are good or bad not based on their goals or how they were fought, but by who the president was when they started and/or what political points the person judging the war wants to make.

So, yeah, quick and dirty modern history of American wars and how they're viewed. There's a lot more that goes into it, and a lot of history of different actions the government has taken over the decades that I didn't touch on. But you asked specifically about Afghanistan so there we go.

[iwritethat]

Jason Todd: Paint Job

A/N: Here we go again :)

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"Oh my god, is this symbol painted on your bike?"

"Of all things, that's what you pick up on?!" The vigilante yelled back in an exasperated yet distracted tone, evidently frustrated as he released his sleeping hold on the final thug.

"I wouldn't have if it wasn't so bad - it's all over the headlight. You do this with your helmet on or something?" You wittily responded, standing from your crouching position in front of his motorcycle.

"I don't have to explain myself to you now run along and stay out of trouble!" Red Hood waved you off, at this point simply wanting to get on with the rest of his night.

"Ooooh, look whose getting defensive - how 'bout you bring it to my shop, (L/n) Autos, tomorrow night once I'm closed and I'll give it a custom paint job free of charge, think of it as a..." Your hands rested on your hips as you drifted off toward the end of your statement apparently in thought. The way your brows furrowed was quite cute actually.

"A thanks for saving your life?" The vigilante cockily finished for you once getting on his bike, but you shook your head and sassily shot him down.

"Ew, no. An upgrade, I mean wow."

"Rude, so ungrateful nowadays." The tone was unbelievably sarcastic and you knew he was rolling his eyes under the helmet but you couldn't care less, only folding your arms and responding with a dead tone.

"Uh Huh, I'll see you tomorrow 11pm. Got it?" You called after him, the male speeding off into the night - maybe Mrs C keeping you late had its meanings. God that mysterious woman...

.

In honesty you didn't think he'd show up, or if he'd even heard you after he'd raced off. Maybe you should've thanked him for preventing those assholes from robbing you instead of insulting his ride yet you stayed up after closing just in case.

A diligent knock brought you back to reality, the sound of clanging metal echoing through your workshop as you heaved open the massive entrance door. There stood your knight in leather armour, helmet still covering his identity as he leaned against the wall.

"That offer still open?"

"For that atrocity, hell yes." You internally winced at your inability to be kind to your saviour but breathed a sigh of relief when he laughed and handed you his keys.

"How long do you want it?"

"Hmm, give me a week."

"Whatever you want doll." And with that he was gone, off grappling across Gothams skyline with nothing but effortless beauty.

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It had been a taxing week without his baby, but hopefully you didn't disappoint - Jason creaked open the door to your unique workshop, immediately noticing his newly designed motorcycle and it took his breath away.

"Woah..."

He walked around it admiringly, fingers delicately tracing your beautiful handiwork as he went, still unable to comprehend that this masterpiece was once his bike before coming to a stop at the station a metre or two away and inspecting your handwritten checklist.

Red Hoods ‘Thank You’:

• Matte Black = nice finish

• Red line detailing throughout cuz the guy likes red apparently.

• Detachable symbol, nicely painted

• Fixed engine -> more efficient

• Customised weaponry

• Taunt Hood about upgrades

A content laugh escaped him at the mocking words, you truly hadn't changed since he'd been gone and it only made him miss you more - where were you anyway??? He'd carefully scanned the area, finding your sleeping form curled up on the couch and shaking his head he made his way over, stopping in front of you with an amused expression only faltering when he took in your appearance. A red hoodie draped your figure - his hoodie, the sleeves reached the joints of your fingers and it was now stained with motor oil over the time you'd worked in it but honestly you rocked it better than he ever did. He’d given it to you when you were walking through Gothams back alleys together, yourself smugly complaining about the dropping temperatures before Jason had mercilessly thrown it at you rather than admit he cared about your wellbeing as his closest friend. It didn’t stop you from taunting him about his feelings though.

It was apparent you'd attempted to wait up for him so you could check off the last thing on your list but had failed to do so, it was rather late and you'd clearly worked hard on his ride that day. Jason knew he shouldn't wake you, and he couldn't handle making conversation knowing you wore what was once his, that you hadn't forgotten him. Instead he covered you with the fluffy blanket folded over the arm and left $500 on the table beside the takeout bag marked with 'C's Diner', memories of that place came flooding back and he'd silently decided to take Roy there that week. Muttering a thanks before leaving, Red Hood took his bike and left little evidence of ever being there at all.

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The scent of the 60’s themed diner was always pleasant, it was a common occurrence for you to stop by after working late. It reminded you of Jason, and the elderly owner remembered you two well considering the liveliness you both once brought and honestly that charming woman was basically a parental figure in your life. Although she always has a suspiciously omniscience aura about her - Nanny McPhee incarnate as you and your lost friend had joked when you were children.

Unbeknownst to you, Jason remembered this place too though he regularly avoided it until tonight and ensured to drag Roy along with him out of convenience. The pair sat in a booth discussing Jason's bike upgrades when a mug of hot cocoa was set in front of Jason much to his confusion.

"Excuse me, I'm pretty sure I didn't order this."

"Ah, it's on the house. Mrs Cayce’s orders." The (h/c) waitress who Jason knew wasn't an employee proudly winked, saluting the elderly owner who waved over to him.

"Hey uh... do I know you at all? Just you seem familiar and Mrs Cayce clearly does..."

"Nope, don't think so, I would've remembered a beauty like you." The ravenette shrugged, you nodded walking back over the counter to converse with the owner once more.

Roy gave his partner a questioning glance, the sudden realisation and content smile briefly crossing Jason's features had him worried.

"Damn... Mrs C remembers me, I was hoping she'd forget. A friend and I used to come in here on the regular before the whole death thing, sometimes even help out and we would always order this."

"I didn't know Jaybird, sorry... But for the record this is the best diner we've been to in a while and I get if you don't wanna talk about it - but woah who was the waitress, d’ya think she’s single?" His partner questioned, gaze lazily drifting over to your laughing form.

"That was the miracle responsible for my bike, but (Y/n) doesn't work he-"

"Really?! EXCUSE ME?" Roy abruptly cut his best friend off, ensuring his wave caught your attention - eyes practically sparkling after hearing that information.

"What the fuck was that?! Don't, it's more conplicat-" Jason grabbed Roys offending arm, pinning it down to the table with his hushed warning.

"Despite me bringing over the drink earlier, I'm not actually a waitress here so you might wanna call -"

"(Y/n)! They're nice boys who probably wanted to talk to a beautiful lady, would you be polite for once in your life?" Mrs Cayce's words caused you to wince, your 'motherly scolding' spurring a frustrated sigh but in the end the judgments always brought you not necessarily what you wanted but what you needed.

"... How can I help you sir?" It was incredibly forced, as was the brief uninterested smile you gave them and the low but polite tone.

"I'm Roy and this is Jason. I was wondering if you could take a look at my ride if that's okay? The Red Hoods' or whoever’s is pretty sweet and he gave all credit to you." Admittedly, they noticed the positive change in demeanour at the mention of mechanics as Roy continued his request.

"Seriously?! He did?! Yes, 100 times yes! I’d lo- wait... Jason... as in Jason Jason? I do know you, don't I?" You were on the verge of squealing before that name registered, how the face matched your memories of your long lost friend and almost immediately your attention focused solely on the ravenette in front of you.

"..."

His silence wasn't considered useful, although his signature guilty expression gave it away, the awkwardly sheepish smirk he always wore when he knew you were right, his facial features were more mature and he was more handsome than you remembered - though you'd wished he'd never died in the first place. In fact you didn't even give a second thought to how he was sitting before you, instead trusting in the happiness he always blessed you with when in his presence.

"Fuck you nerd." Instantly you'd excitedly tackled him to the booth cushion regardless of your contrasting vocabulary, his arm wrapped around your waist whilst the other grabbed the back of the booth for stability since you'd almost pinned him to the seat.

"Rude much?" He abruptly commented, a playful undertone to his voice.

"Give me a break, you're supposed to be dead! I don’t know how or why but it's me Jason, we've always told each other everything..."

"I know, I didn't want to put you through anymore pain."

"You were a pain that I enjoyed having dumbass." Your tone was soft, more meaningful than he'd expected and it encouraged him to tell you everything.

"(Y/n) I-"

"Save the explanation for later, let me just enjoy your company for now and then I gotta show you my place! I managed to get my own mechanic shop and I fixed up Red Hoods bike - the Red Hood! God I have so much to tell you!" Despite knowing the excited tone you held was technically for him, he had no intentions of telling you who he was just yet, after all he was more than content to have you in his life again rather than longing for more of your time when saving your dumb ass under his alias.

That was the only reason he'd come to your garage that night, to enjoy your familiar company a little longer, if it were anyone else he wouldn't have bothered but for you? He'd still do anything for you.

"Me too doll, for a start this is Roy Harper..."

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The owner Mrs Cayce carefully studied the scene, towel drying off your favourite mug as she continued to watch with a small smirk on her features and mysterious glint in her eyes.

"Why, it's about time you finally brought those two together isn't it Universe? Better late than never I suppose - but don’t you start any love triangle business ya hear?"

[pbandjesse]

 I'm very very tired and just as upstairs getting ramen noodles right now so I'm doing a little business of talk to text so that I can get it done quickly. Today was wonderful and we still have another day in the half here.

We woke up today around 8:30. I'll warm it accidentally going off at 6:45 cuz I didn't realize it was on still from work. But that was okay. Just was up a little bit before me but we got up and got dressed. I found a little uncomfortable in the dress I wore. I feel very swollen today so I was pulling I close a lot. Are you comfortable. But it was okay. We went and got breakfast. We sat outside and eat and talked it was really nice. Then we walked Avenue for a while. Shocked. I went to Rite Aid to get more sunscreen because we just didn't feel like we had enough and enjoy the day.

We did a lot of window shopping. What in a lot of stores and touched a lot of things. And then we went to the bead making place. Or you bead a bracelet or necklace or something. I love doing those things so we did it together. We made bracelets that have fish kissing on them. It was funny because our braces definitely go together but they don't match. They're both very much in our color aesthetic it was really fun to figure out all the different things that we wanted to do. I had to rebead my whole piece twice because I decided to add a different stone and change the number order. It was a lot of fun and im really pleased with the outcome. 

I had a lot of free samples today, mostly sweet things, and I got to see a lot of neat stuff. And i just got to be with my friend. 

Eventually I declared i was to hot and we should go to the beach. So we did. We came back to the condo and got changed. Both looked hella cute. We got our beach chairs from the car and went to the ocean. 

It was very very packed. But we still got a spot in the shade of the pier. We both decided the water was to cold and we didnt want to commit to that. So we just wet our feet and went back to our chairs. 

I read a few chapters of my book. Its about The People's Temple and it's very good. Im still in the early half of Jim Jones's life, and its fascinating to see the progress of how he became Dad. 

It was also just a nice time people watching. 

Eventually I went and walked in the water looking for rocks and shells. Had a nice time. But soon we decided we were hungry. 

We tried to go to this one restaurant but they didn't accept thr type of credit card we had. So we went back home and got a differnt card snd came back. And that was the move because it was an excellent meal. We got bread, salad, caprese salad, and baked ravioli to share and it was the perfect amount of food and it was really good.

We went to the gelato place next. And got that and walked back to the condo. Swimming was next on the schedule.

We went up to the rooftop pool and the water was warm and so nice. I enjoyed floating a lot. And Jess got in for a while.

But she got out eventuality and i stayed in. Enjoyed the float. Eventually everyone else left. Including Jess. And i just sat in my towel with the sun on my back and that was just really nice. 

I came down to the room and got a shower once Jess was done. Felt good. Got dressed again and we headed back to the boardwalk. 

We shopped but mostly took pictures of stuff we liked. I got some shorts. We ate snacks. We took photobooth photos. Shared a half and half. People watched. We got crabby fries and i had to almost smack a seagull out of the air with my flip flop. Jess got a surprise box with a very cute penguin shaped like a burger. We saw so many cute toys. It was just a lot of fun. And it's not even over yet!

Im going to get ready for bed now. Tomorrow we have food plans and late night plans but not a lot else. I hope we get to go in the ocean and its not to cold. I hope it's a really nice day. 

I hope you are all also having a really nice day. Sleep well. Be safe! 

[punk-rock-pixie]

Y'all literally don't shut up about them, so just.... DO THEM ALL. ALL THE FUCKING QUEEN ASKS (Ps. Y'all would be cute with young Brian May and MAYBE Roger Taylor but mostly Bri. Okay bye)

Lord… Okay. I guess I did say that I would answer them all at once. I just wasn’t expecting someone to do it.

(Also aw. lmao)

I’m gonna do it all under the cut.

Who would you dance with if you got the chance?

When you say dance what do you mean? Slow, fun, or like??? Idk. Probably John Deacon

Whose voice do you like least of the 3 singing members of the band?

I DON’T I LOVE THEM ALL PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME CHOOSE.

In your opinion what is the worst outfit any of them ever wore?

Hard Life. It’s rediculous and I love it. (Actually highkey would totally wear John or Brian’s costumes lmao)

If you could steal one of their features what would you take? (ie. Roger’s eyes, Brian’s hair, John’s butt, Freddie’s stache etc.)

Roger’s Eyes. I don’t think I’d look good with the other two lmao

Have you ever seen Highlander or Flash Gordon?

I’ve seen Flash a couple times. It’s super bad lmao

Is there a Queen song you really don’t like? If so what is it?

Is it a cop out to say some stuff from Hot Space? I really don’t enjoy much off Hot Space other than maybe Cool Cat.

Do you know how to boil an egg?

I don’t, but I’m sure a quick google search will tell me.

Opinion of Hot Space

I guess I answered this one, but I’m not a huge fan. Given what was being done behind the scenes at the time.

If you were friends with the band who would you go to for comfort?

TRICK QUESTION. I internalize all my problems because I cannot burden people lmao

What Queen song can you absolutely not skip even if you’re not in the mood for it?

‘39 and Good ol Fashioned Lover Boy

I’m In Love with My Car. Love it or Hate it?

A jam ™ lmao

Do you play Scrabble?

Not often but my sis and I do sometimes. I love that the band did that while on tour.

Who has the best fashion sense in the band?

All? All of them… 

If you could meet any of the three living band members (including sneaky Deaky) who would you choose to meet?

Brian. He’s been such an inspiration to me and his solos were the reason I began playing in the first place.

If you had to pick an inanimate object to have a crush on would it be a car or a guitar? (Yes, I’m poking fun at Brian and Rog)

I’m already mocked for being in love with my music so defs guitar.

Have you been inspired to pursue something musical because of Queen?

Literally all of my music career.

Millionaire Waltz or Dreamer’s Ball?

BOTH?

If you were friends with the band who do you think would come to you for comfort or advice?

I’m not sure. I feel like John might, but it’s hard to say. People generally seem to open up a lot to me because I am a listener but?????

Do you want to be a penguin when you grow up?

Always. Slide on my belly and avoid financial problems? Hell yeah.

Who do you think is the best looking member of the band?

UH. Brian. Uhm. I haven’t had a crush on him for over half my life lmaooo Although Roger was and still is a very pretty person lmao

Opinion on Queen + Adam Lambert

It’s not Freddie, and it never will be. However, Lambert is very talented and I am so excited to see them in Concert this summer! I’m sure they will be great

F**k, Marry, Kill… go!

UH. UHHHH. 

Fuck Rog

Marry Brian

Kill Paul lmao????

Favorite outfit worn by any of them

I love their Radio Ga Ga outfits so much, “Crazy Little Thing Called Love”, and Brian’s “Don’t Stop Me Now” look. Also there’s an early look from Roger that makes me cry when I see it, but I don’t remember what tour it was

This is them respectively:

Is there a song by Queen that you feel is overrated?

Not completely, but I feel there are some very UNDERrated songs

Have you seen Queen in any form? (With Freddie or Adam or Paul)

Nope, but seeing them in summer!!!

Do you follow any of the band on social media?

Of course I do lmao

Do you own any Queen albums and on what format are they? (Vinyl, tape, cd, etc)

I don’t actually, but I listen non stop on spotify lmao

Freddie with or without the ‘stache?

I think the stache was a very iconic look, but I love them both.

Favorite song written by Freddie?

Defs “I was Born to Love You” 

John with long hair or short?

Short. 

Favorite John song?

I love “You’re my Best Friend” because he wrote it for his wife, and it makes me so happy

Do you like badgers?

They p rad

Favorite Brian written song?

Driven by You or ‘39 defs

Rog with or without sun/glasses?

Defs without. He has a nice face

Favorite Roger song?

It’s lowkey not good, but I love it so much “Future Management” Aka (You don’t need nobody else but me)

Do you think you could beat any of them at Scrabble?

Not at all

Do you think you could out drink any of them?

DEFS NOT. I am such a light drinker. One swig of (probably aged) vodka was enough to put me out lmao

Whose house would you choose to live in?

idk I never went to their houses?

Thoughts on the song 39?

I think I’ve made it clear lmao

Do you like cats?

Very much!

Do you like kids?

I just get anxious around them

Do you like space?

VERY MUCH

Do you like cars?

I was never quite able to, but my dad is and so was one of my exes which is where I get me (very minimal knowledge)

Favorite album?

Great fuckin question

Who has the nicest eyes in the band?

You already fuckin know but also they all do! Especially when they all smile. 

If you could go back in time to any concert they ever performed, which would it be?

I would love to see Wembley or Liveaid tbh, but I’d also love to see when they just start after Smile.

Do you think John Deacon will ever come out of hiding?

Not sure, and I think we should 100% respect him and his family and his privacy tbh??? Like??? Let him live.

Who do you think will outlive the rest?

Brian probably because he bikes so much.

Do you prefer pre or post synth Queen?

I’m okay with both! I think they’re both good for different reasons!

If you could tell any one band member something (including Freddie) who would it be and what would you say?

Of course Brian. I would thank him (and the rest of the band) for inspiring me so much. Probs about the story of first hearing them on the radio and listening to those solos and saying that I wanted to do that. Idk. 

Realistically, I’d probably be trying not to cry and make a fool of myself and ultimately fail…

OKAY THAT WAS ONE DOWN….

Bohemian Rhapsody - What matters to you more than anything in the world?

My music and my friends probs?

Don’t Stop Me Now - What makes you feel unstoppable?

Hitting belt notes perfectly

Another One Bites The Dust - What one thing would you wipe off the face of the earth?

Mosquitoes and homophobes

Under Pressure - How stressed are you currently?

Not particularly. Just tired

We Will Rock You - What was the last concert you went to?

It was Anne Wilson, Rick Springfield, and (I think his name is) Jeff Beck. Went with my family over summer

Somebody To Love - Are you looking for somebody to love?

I have someone. I’m polyamorous, but I’ve very happy with the person I’m with!

We Are The Champions - What achievement are you most proud of?

Still staying passionate about my music no matter what.

Radio GaGa - What do you think of today’s popular music?

I respect the artists but I’m more into oldies.

I Want To Break Free - If you could move to any part of the world, where would you want to live?

NOT BECAUSE OF QUEEN I SWEAR. I’M NOT BEING SARCASTIC But I’d love to move to England. I was there when I was 13 and I fell in love with it. Either there or the LA area

Love Of My Life - Have you ever had your heart broken?

More times than I’d like to admit lmao

Killer Queen - What is your favourite thing about yourself?

my resilience 

The Show Must Go On - What is something you will never give up?

Music. 100%

Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Name some of your favourite musicians.

You mean other than Queen? Lmao. I’m a fan of Heart, Fleetwood Mac, Cheap Trick, Beatles…. oldies lmao Also Fell in love with a ghost is really good. 

Who Wants To Live Forever - If you could be immortal, would you?

I don’t think so… I think I would get bored and like it can also get really sad yknow?

Fat Bottomed Girls - What are some traits you look for in a partner?

TREAT ME LIKE A DAMN HUMAN, make me laugh, be passionate and outspoken, COMMUNICATE…. 

Superficially, I’m generally partial to people being taller than me (even though my partner is shorter lmao) and other musicians (so long as they are humble cuz bitch I can do that too)

I Want It All - If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?

To live comfortably and have good mental health.

OKAY WE HAVE ONE MORE….

1) Brian’s fluffy hair or Deaky’s fluffy hair?

Brian lmao

2) How do you feel about Freddie’s 1976 brushed back hair?

What a look tm

3) Roger’s drum solos or Brian’s Guitar solos?

Of course the guitar solos. Though, I can appreciate the drums as well

4) Favourite member of Queens entourage over the years?

Unsure?

5) Most underrated Freddie look?

Idk that it’s underrated but oof those Harlequin days. Also that one sequin jumpsuit is such a look. 

6) would you rather work on Freddie and Rogers Kensington Market stall or go to Uni with Brian?

I think the stall because going to uni… There’s a lotta kids and the likelihood of seeing the same person twice unless your schedules match up is pretty impossible. Plus I’m a psych major not astrophysics lmao

7) Ben Hardy or Joe mazzello?

I love Joe more than I love many people.

8) Who do you think looks/acts the most like their irl counterpart in Borhap?

Definitely Gwilym. He looks so much like Brian I literally had to double take once or twice. Also if Joe does the specific pout he defs looks like Deacon

9) Which era of Roger is your favourite?

Early 70s fluffy boy

10) Who has the best shirtless look?

… MOVING ON

11) favourite cast member overall?

Definitely Joe

12) Jim and Freddie or John and Veronica?

I love them all. 

13) Whose spouse would you most like to marry?

I wouldn’t, but I wanna be best friends with Anita Dobson (Brian’s current wife)

14) Who is the bigger Thot, Roger or Freddie?

Deacon.

15) Live with Joe or marry Ben?

Live with Joe. I wanna be his best friend. I’m not at all into Ben actually. Cool guy though!

16) Who do you think is the most charismatic out of the cast?

They all are I think. I definitely think Joe is one of the more outspoken of the four, but????

17) Twink Roger or badass grandad Roger?

BOTH. BOTH ARE GOOD.

18) Brian and space or Brian and music?

Uh. Space music.

19) What is your favourite photo of the whole band?

THERE IS THIS PHOTO FROM EARLY 70s

I FOUND IT ‘73! They all just look so happy and ughh I love them.

Also this one. I LOVE WHEN THEY SMILE.

20) Purple rain or superfreak?

Superfreak. Purple rain was overplayed for me after Prince died I think.

21) What element of your life is most queen-esque?

I’m not sure. Probably the clothes I (can’t afford) want to wear

22) If you had to choose any year to tour with queen, which one and why?

Early to mid 70s. When they just start out. Idk Just seeing their improvement over the years would make me so happy.

23) Which John Deacon shirt in Bohemian Rhapsody is the best?

That one. Also I love the Liveaid look because I love button ups.

24) Is I’m in love with my car a good song?

Answered

25) Which section of the ‘I want to break free’ music video is the best?

The sit com part I think

26) moustache Freddie or Stubble Freddie?

Uhm unsure

27) Bearded Bri or clean shaven Bri?

Clean shave. He looks great with a beard- don’t get me wrong. But oof. Clean shaved guys….

28) What Freddie outfit should have been in the movie?

Harlequin always

29) Brian and Gwylim or Roger and Ben?

DO NOT MAKE ME CHOOSE LIKE THAT.

30) Ben Hardy playing the drums whilst smoking or Roger spinning drumsticks?

Roger spinning drumsticks. “WE’RE SAVING YOUR LIFE, BEN”

31) What is your favourite aspect of John Deacons personality?

He’s such a humble person- they all can be. And also just how snarky and silly he can be.

32) Who worked the fringe best, Freddie or John?

Undecided

33) Joe’s Instagram or Luke Deacons Twitter?

FUCKIN UHHHHHHHHH Both are fucking iconic. Let me be both of their best friends. When do I get to meet them.

34) Which of Roger’s kids is your favourite?

Tigerlily

35) What was your most Freddie Mercury moment?

Unsure

36) What Queen song would you most like to fall asleep to?

I’ve fallen asleep to Brian May/Kerry Ellis’s “Love of my life”

37) who has the best solo album?

Unsure… I think Brian defs but still. 

38) If you could see the cast recreate any live performance what would it be and why?

LIVEAID AND ‘39

39) Who would beat a shark in a fight, Joe or Ben?

Ben probs. 

40) Which queen song would you play at your funeral?

BITCH BETTER PLAY SHOW MUST GO ON AND DON’T STOP ME

41) Do you think the script did Freddie justice and if not what would you change?

For being  a biopic and not documentary I think it did very well! Of course it isn’t gonna be completely accurate, but I think it did a good job of showing both sides of Freddie. 

42) What is the best thing about listening to Rami talk about Freddie?

ALL. He just speaks so passionately.

43) Roger’s lime green trousers or John’s Arrow suit?

YES.

44) Does Gwylim suit a beard more than Brian?

Personally I think Gwil does, but I also like no beards on both. 

45) What Chaotic Roger story is your favourite?

“ONE AND THREE-SEVENTHS SUGAR” and also pinching Brian’s butt in an interview

46) Which one of Freddie’s cats are you most like?

ALL

47) Which BoRhap scene is most like you?

Probably them in the farm talking about the songs they wrote. 

48) Which member of queen and which cast member has the most chaotic energy?

Joe all the way

49) What is your favourite queen related memory?

The first time I saw the Bo Rhap trailor I nearly cried. I was also sobbing  the whole first watch through

50) How many times have you seen Bohemian Rhapsody?

Upwards of 5

JESUS