#I am absolutely never listening to anything this guy says again. fuck him.
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Bernie keeps getting worse by kissing Trump & Musk's asses & I am so embarrassed at the fact that I voted for this guy in the primaries twice thinking he was super progressive. đ
#rabbit rambles#granted I was 18 in 2016 & it was my first time voting BUT STILL#I obvs voted all blue in the general#but primaries I went for Bernie because âoh hey democratic socialist. Cool!â#I even went to one of his rallies in 2020#if that tells you how much I looked up to him when I was younger#I DID already lose some of my interest in him by 2020 though#but like...#phew#I am absolutely never listening to anything this guy says again. fuck him.
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If people don't get themselves together, it's gonna force me to become a Makima stan, and trust me, that is not a world anyone wants to live in.
#if she loses. to HIM. of all fucking people. I will never know peace. and neither will anyone else probably. because I'm never gonna shut up#about it#listen. when a female character is so terrifying that even /I/ can't find it in my heart to make jokes about women's wrongs...you know#how effective of an Antagonist⢠she must be#if we can get her to defeat. that guy. who I hate more than any character ever probably. I will never...okay I'm not going to say 'I'll#never ask you all for anything ever again' because I am absolutely going to keep being like this but. I'll do. something. idk. think of#celebratory ideas/activities. we can do it I believe in us.#In the Vents#'it's not that deep mel' I mean yeah probably not but have you considered that. I am tired.#above all else and in every possible way I am so so tired
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stefan is my babygirl, my kitten, my sweet little rat, my caution wet cement sign that goes unheeded, my silly rabbit, my goofy goober, my cracked mirror that exudes an ominous mist, my sock lost in the dryer, my rusty nail, my fortune cookie with two fortunes inside, my broken drippy faucet, my glasses with fingerprints obscuring my sight, my soft taco, my little birdie in the woods who sings songs haunting as his past, my half melted ice cream, my dented can of peaches, my doorknob, my ergonimically designed powerdrill, my worn out jeans, myâ
#just listen#LISTEN#he's so sketchy but also a stoner for sure#the gmercs are all ''uhh where IS stefan amyway? he keeps disappearing...'' and he's just in the supply tent toking and eating hardtack#high as his crit rates babey#no wonder he's always trying to hang out with soren tho fr. lil guy needs to calm the fuck down. he'd prob have a bad trip tho knowing him.#rhys wandered in once to restock supplies for the first aid tent and stefan was there absolutely baked and making domino track w whetstones#he tried to not startle the green giant but accidentally bumped one and sent them all falling and stef just looked up at him like#''you may be able to heal the deepest wounds but you can never heal my broken spirit'' and then fell asleep#rhys told nobody. not to keep anybody's reputation intact or whatever but bc he simply had no idea what the fuck just happened#i could go on. idk why i am so amused by the concept of stefan. also the hc that he's high 80% of the time at camp maybe sometimes in battl#he's just vibing. doesn't get caught often. when he does nobody says anything bc they are just so confused when they find him and he speaks#homeboy says the weirdest shit when people wander in and it's too jarring to want to think about again lmao#anyway#nqp#gabe rambles#gabe plays#fe#fe por#pls don't get mad at this for being here lol i need to keep my shit organised#please for the love of the gods above and below set me free#idk WHY i like him so much#i went into por knowing very Very little about him and assumed i'd use him a few times then bench him#*buzzer noise* incorrect he became part of the core four#and now i'm insane over it#AND i hate him. felt offended on soren's behalf when he was like ''come to Grann when it's time. you'll know when'' as in when ike bites it#leave! him! alone! the lil guy just found out he's not gonna die young but is in fact gonna live old and you're preying on that weakness br#that aside tho? i'd hypothetically suck that man drier than the desert in which he was found#mr weed is my babygirl i can't help it
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BF!CHRIS x OVERTHINKER!READER headcannons
summary: whatâs it like to be chrisâs girlfriend, who is a really bad overthinker :)
warnings: contains smut!
áŻáĄŁđŠ SFW
bf!chris who..
always makes sure to give you his undivided attention, hanging onto every word you say like itâs his first time having a conversation.
âmhm.. and what happened next, baby?â
âiâm listening, keep going.â
bf!chris who..
is always so patient with you, always making sure to be gentle and soothe you. reminding you that heâll always be by your side.
âiâve got you, ma. mâright here.â
ây-you promise you wonât leave?â
ânever, baby. i love you.â
bf!chris who..
drops everything and runs over to you when you cry, not taking his eyes or arms off of you for a second.
âoh, my baby girl. câmere..â
bf!chris who..
always texts you in the mornings, letting you know where he is at all times. and always keeps his location on.
chris â¤ď¸:
hey beautiful
heading to some burger spot with matt & nick
call me when you can, iâll be at yours at 3
bf!chris who..
is always so quick to reassure you when youâre having negative thoughts about absolutely anything.
âno, donât ever say that fucking shit again, yâhear me?â
âwhâwhat?â
âyouâre fucking beautiful and iâm yours, always.â
bf!chris who..
has any girl who isnât a really-close friend blocked. who makes sure to delete any girl in his phone at your request, and doesnât follow any unnecessary girls.
âwho else, baby? this one? matter a factâiâm blocking all of them.â
bf!chris who..
always shuts down any mentions about you not âdeservingâ him, or breaking up.
âno, nopeâwe are not doing this.â
âwe can workâwe work, baby. you are mine, no matter what. end of the story. now câmere.â
bf!chris who..
is constantly affectionate with you in public, making sure everyone knows that youâre his, and his only. he either has you in his lap, or has his arm around you while he makes out with you at parties & events.
bf!chris who..
kisses you in every place you feel insecure about, holding you in his arms as he reminds you constantly how beautiful you are.
âwhere else, baby? here?â he murmured as he placed open mouthed kisses on your face. âmine.â he added.
bf!chris who..
always cuddles with you when you guys go to sleep, holding you in either his arms, or heâs in yours. and never lets go, insisting he needs to have you close.
âmm.. no.. not moving..â
áŻáĄŁđŠ NSFW
bf!chris who..
always makes sure to be constantly intimate with you, so he can remind you that heâs yours.
âcâmon, pretty. do yâfeel it?â
âjust for youâŚâ
bf!chris who..
constantly praises you during sex. wanting you to know how good youâre doing for him
âohâgodâchris..â
âdoinâ so good fâme, ma. so.. perfect.â
bf!chris who..
absolutely loves missionary, or any type of sex that involves you face to face with him. ohâand he loves when you ride him.
ây-yeah.. baby. ride me just like that. oh my god..â
âamâam i making you feel good?â
âso good, my love. gâna fill you up, yeah?â
bf!chris who..
hates it when you cover your face or muffle your moans with your hands. and is quick to remove them, wanting to see & hear you.
âno, ma. lemme see you. need to see how good mâmaking you feel..â
bf!chris who..
is perfect at aftercare, only for you. always taking his time with you, cuddling you & smothering you with kisses as he rubs your back.
âmy beautiful baby.. you doinâ alright?â
âm-mhm.. justâtired..â
âget some rest, pretty. mâright here.â
đ definitely making this a series, and my next blurb will be matt i promise đ. if this is too short, lmk
#chris sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#christopher sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#smut#eclipsiolos#chris sturniolo fanfic#chris sturniolo headcanon
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LISTEN TO ME RN HEAT ME TF OUT STANS GANG + CRAIG DOIGN THE LIPSTICK TREND FROM TICTOK WITH READER
the lipstick trend with stan and craigs team
an, I AM LISTENLING ANON DONT WORRY. no idea what you mean by heat out though 𤨠, 17-18 and gn reader but use of her in tolkiens
kenny
he was the one who suggested it, it came across his fyp one day and he sent it to you "lets do this come over rn." "you asked, why dont you come to my house? đ¤¨" "why don't i cum in your mom" "HUH đ§" "im here."
you both definitely argue on what lipstick you should wear "okay but i don't even use pink lipstick" "well you should" "its light colour its not gonna appear" "well fuck đ"
the process of kissing his face is wild, he would suggest to do his lips as the first place "KENNY HOW ARE WE GONNA DO THIS TREND IF YOU KEEP TRYING TO MAKE OUT WITH ME" "ITS NOT MY FAULT"
after like2 hours you finally get the lipstick on his face. now the tiktok was even harder he wouldn't stop laughing. you'd give up and he apologises while laughing
thank god you guys were able to finish it under 1 hour it turned out really good, at the end of the video he kissed you and you wanted to cut that part but he said keep it for like and its true the comments were all about the kiss on the last clip
kyle
okay he too wanted to ask you first but he was kinda shy and waited for you to ask and you did!! woohoo for kyle
"kyle wanna do this" "OKAY" he insists on picking your lipstick and picks the ugliest colour like what đ
to him there was no such thing as an ugly colour buy it didn't suit your face so no way.
the process of it was calm, he at first wanted to put on the lipstick for you but you looked like a clown has mans never put on lipstick??
he watches you as you kiss him and reapply lipstick and then kiss him again, he feels like a princess fr đ¤đ¤
he hasn't seen his face yet so when you record and he saw his face he laughs out loud, "LMAO WHY DO I LIKE THAT??" "WDYM"
you would tell him to take off his hat which he refuses but you looked too cute, when it posted cartman was first to comment and you can already tell what he commented "ew gay" your followers defended you two though đ¤
stan
stan blushes internally when you ask him. "sure im down" DEEP DOWN HE WANTS KIDNAP YOY AND KEEP YOU TO HIMSELF
"what lipstick do you think matches me best, pink or red?" "id say my tip colour" "WHAT đ§"
he has to hold in the very urge to puke every time you kiss him because like you look so cute omg.
he looks in the mirror and is js like "damn, i did it". HE LOVES IT SOOOO MUCH YOU CAN TELL HE'S BLUSHING ONGG âźď¸
he even directs you like "do here next, okay now here" its so cute đ¤đ¤
when you record and the camera pans to him, he smiles and covers his face blushing bc he can't contain it. it was such a cute video and got iver 2 mil likes. cartman definitely commented "i bet you had to change your clothes 10 times"
cartman
"cartman lets do this" "what." "wdym? cmon its cute" "y/n no offense but that is the most gayest shit i've ever seen" " NO ITS NOT UTS CUTE" "my reputation is at stake if i do that be so for real" "okay I'm asking kyle then" "lets do it."
he actually been wanting to ask you for weeks now but doesn't know how so winwin. you take your absolute time picking your lipstick and he couldn't be more done with "hurry up this doesn't even effect anything" "shut up cartman if i use the right one people will ask what lipstick it is and i get views"
picking a lipstick was already a big deal just imagine the process "ew gay not on my lips" "cartman đ" tbh he wish he could just make out with you rn but yk how mans is
now recording is even more a hassle "JUST SMILE IS IT SO HARD TO CRACK A SMILE" "NOT WHILE IM LOOKING LIKE THIS" the most he does is wipes your lipstick off and then he just gives a đ look until the end of the video
the comments are just him getting teased at clydes commenting "NAHHH CAN'T BELIEVE HE AGREED TO THIS" kyles is "i can tell that this took a long time" and then wendys is "is that cartman or a clone of him". cartman is pissed af at the comment, he told you his reputation is at stake đ.
he actually has it saved downloaded and also is his live wallpaper sooo.
butters
butters is the one who asked you this " um y/n can we do this? đŁ" while twiddling his fingers, "OKAY"
he's all giddy and smily during the process, after every kiss his blushes intensifies and by the end of it he is just.. đ´
even though it is the most simplest video ever he has to have a tutorial, he is asking questions for everything man, how do i wipe the lipstick, what do i do, do i smile when its on me , do i laugh??
you tell him what he thinks he should he and he starts kissing you bc rn the sexual tension between you two is intense (to him atleast, he thinks thinks hand holding is already intense)
everyone comments on how cute he is and yk how tiktok is so people comment "does he whimper" "submissive who?" and hes likw WHATTTTT đ§
clyde
when you suggested this he nodded so hard his head probably was about to fall off. "clyde you wanna do this" "DO I???" ..... "well.. do you?" "i mean yeah it's like a way of- yes i wanna do it"
he loves any lipstick you wear so he lets you pick. after every kiss he looks in the mirror and kicks his feet giggling and you just stand there đ¤¨
he also tries to make it a makeout session like kenny, when you kissed on his lips he holds your neck and literally makes out with like cnon we have 9 more
when you first hit record and yk how the guy has to wipe your lipstick off, nah he grabbed you by the chin and slams his lips with yours "WHY DIS YOU DO THAT??" "its called content,you wouldn't know with your 9 likes and 70 views"
well you kept the clip and everyone in the comments were talking about it "need a boyfriend like you y/n" "why can't my boyfriend be like this" clyde is obviously gloating bc he had the idea.
tolkien
most romantic man you know, is the first to ask you. "y/n can we do this?" "OKAY BOO đ"
"hmm which lipstick do you think babe?" "i think every lipstick makes you pretty, it doesn't matter if it doesn't suit you because in my eyes you look beautiful in anything âşď¸" "what if i wore kim kardashians 2013 met gala dress" "might have to rethink what i said"
he smiles while you kiss him here and there, every once a while he kisses you back, it was such a cute moment for you twođđ¤đ¤
when recording he looks at you while smiling during the whole video and it blew up fast because of that
"the way he looks at her" "wishing he was like this" "you got the bag that man is inlove", it blew in seconds fr
craig
"craig lets do-" "okay" "i didnt even ask you yet" "I'll do anything if its with you" "what if i asked you to have a threesome" ".....if its makes you happy idk.."
idk about you but i think he acts like he doesn't care but inside he is so happy you asked he's been wanting to ask you this but doesn't know how to start up the convo
he doesn't care what lipstick or where you kiss him, its just the way you press your lips on him and look at it then quickly reapply to do it again because it wasn't pigmented enough.
when recorded, he doesn't just wipe he makes you turn to face him by grabbing your chin, and he doesn't let go and just looks at you with those yk siren eyes.
people are simping over him ong "damn girlie share for us" "you mean OUR boyfriend" "tryna find someone as hot as him" and you are pissed fr he laughs at you cursing out the people, like bae dw my eyes only fo you đđ¤
tweek
"tweek, wanna do this?" "but what if I can't remove the lipstick stain" "tweek what dw i have makeup remover" "WHAT IF THAT DOESN'T WORK đ¤Żđ¤Ż" "TWEEK"
okay so the lipstick may turn out ugly bc of how shaky he is but ITS OKAY BC ITS TWEEK DUH, "a-are you sure you dont want to redo this?" "tweek its fine"
he insists on redoing it the 2nd try turns our worse because he's even more twitchy because of how close you areâşď¸âşď¸âşď¸
his face is just red because he keeps wiping it off with his hands so you can redo it and its obvious too
recording it was so funny because you can't stop laughing at the smudge lipsticks
when posted the comments were so cute but... uh questionable some were "the way the smudges are so obvious đđâ¤ď¸" or "wishing my future relationship will be like this đ¤" and some were just "tip colour when?? đ"
#south park#south park x y/n#south park x you#kenny mccormick#kenny mccormick x reader#south park x reader#kyle broflovski#kyle broflovski x reader#stan marsh x reader#stan marsh#eric cartman x reader#eric cartman#butters stotch#butters stotch x reader#clyde donovan x reader#clyde donovan#craig tucker x reader#craig tucker#tolkien black#tolkien x reader#tweek tweak#tweek x reader
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Day fifteen of âobligatory sugar baby Konâ behind the cut. tw: mentions of past grooming/abuse; mentions of homophobia. prev: (( chrono || non-chrono ))
âNaw, naw, it was his name-name,â he says with another laugh. âDude swore up and down it was Greek. And then Iâm pretty sure he specifically went out of his way to find a âLeanderâ to date just so he could validate that shit, because he absolutely did in fact date a super-ripped alien named Leander.âÂ
Tim pauses again, and isnât sure if . . .Â
Just something about the tone Kon was using and the look in the back of his eyes is sticking in his head a little, maybe. And he does in fact want to know if this guy at least is a valid source of intel in regards to anyone he might need to put on his supervillain hit list, so . . .Â
âBut he was cool?â he asks carefully.Â
âUmâyeah,â Kon says, tearing up the last bite of his sandwich stack a little restlessly and watching himself do it more than making eye contact. Tim represses a frown. âJust, umâI wasnât into him or anything, for the record, just he was, like . . . I kinda didnât really know anybody else who was, likeâwho liked guys or whatever, before him. I mean, likeâother guys who liked guys, I mean. And I didnât know why I feltâlike, how I felt about that. And then, like, not everybody was actually cool with him liking guys, and it was just kinda like . . .âÂ
He shrugs a little, then glances back at him. Tim stomps on so many invasive questions, and wonders again if Tim Drake is, likeâan experiment, or if Kon has dated other guys before. Or at least liked other guys, anyway. He already said he hadnât really done anything with any, and he said he wasnât into this guy, but . . .Â
âI didnât even ever tell him I was, you knowâlikeââ Kon shrugs again, then takes another grilled cheese off the stack and starts ripping bites off it too. âLike, whatever I am. Did not actually know that I was that at the time, admittedly, but then Tuftan put a collar on me and not remotely unclearly kept me as his pet and I had some memory problems goinâ at the time, and anyway I woke up to some real interesting, uh, realizations or whatever after that one.âÂ
â. . . Iâm sorry, I know this is a serious conversation and youâre telling me something important, but did you just tell me that your gay awakening was a tiger-king who was keeping you as a pet?â Tim asks, trying not to laugh because, like, clearly Kon is being serious, but oh god, what are their actual lives? What is Konâs actual life?Â
âI mean, technically he was still the prince then,â Kon mutters under his breath, flushing in embarrassment with a sheepish laugh and half-hiding his face with the hand not currently full of incredibly-cheap-but-still-calorie-packed grilled cheese. âListen, he was just real nice to me while I was all fucked-up and freaked-out about a whole lot of shit, okay, and I swear to god, babe, if you make one single furry joke I will actually go throw myself in a volcano and die, so please have mercy?âÂ
âI am the most merciful guy you know,â Tim lies, and feels a weird sort ofâjust a weird feeling, kind of, because Kon would never ask Robin something like that. Heâd just get irritated or pissed off or defensive. He wouldnât justâask, and think there was any chance heâd actually agree not to do something like that. âWonât hear a word about it out of me.âÂ
Though heâs not gonna pretend that the fact that Kon apparently had a crush on a guy who was effectively taking care of everything he needed in life isnât a good sign for his cul-de-sac plans.Â
Maybe Konâs just more into castles. Tim could get him a castle. Get one built or just import one, he doesnât know.Â
âUhâthanks,â Kon says, still looking sheepish even as he smiles at him again. âLook, literally not even my fault, alright, if youâd met the dude youâd know. He is literally the tiger from Zootopia who would treat you right, okay? Like, I watched that movie and was like âhuh okay this is a mortifyingly familiar experienceâ the frigginâ moment that scene came on.âÂ
Tim briefly remembers a couple of tiger-themed memes that he remembers seeing around the time that movie dropped, then decides not to go down that rabbit hole or learn anything new about himself today. Likeânot anything else new, anyway.
He has maybe learned a few too many new things about himself lately, admittedly.Â
Or, uh . . . definitely, yeah.Â
#timkon#tim drake#kon el#conner kent#dc robin#superboy#wip: obligatory sugar baby kon#grooming mention#abuse mention#homophobia mention
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i am absolutely insane about your headcanons with the vee's, my mind is so full now... this is exactly what i was hoping to find when searching through the hazbin x reader tag after watching the episodes đď¸đđť please i'm so!! the being a writer for the vee's imagine is such a good idea, val and his.. comment especially got to me..
also, for your consideration:
Val â or all of the Vee's, really â, but, in the beginning, he's really not convinced about the quality of your dialogues, despite all the lines he's read (or, well, has had Vox read to him), so naturally you have to read your previous stories out loud to him, cheeks flushing and squirming when it gets to particularly graphic scenes and his gaze on you is so very heavy, smoke caressing your jaw while you stumble over your words.. It's worse if you've written about them and a character who resembles you, and Val's smile widens when you skip from story to story, mentioning the character â definitely not you â sucking Vox off, bending over willingly for Val and begging for Velvette to touch her, or even take all three of them at once, greedy...
Also the. love potions Velvette makes have me feeling things.. Her or Vox but they might end up putting a drop or four into your glass â purely accidentally, of course! â, and...
this is terrible.. my mind is too full now... i might have to post writing for hazbin now and it is your fault alone.. (affectionate; truly, I've enjoyed your thoughts so very much!! thank you for sharing!)
I'm glad you enjoyed it so much :D!! I had an absolute blast writing it myself, and I've been thinking about it lots!! Your ask made it even Worse (/pos) and I simply had to write more!! Please please please let me know if you write something for Hazbin, I can tell from your ask already that it'll be wonderful! And if you ever wanna chat about these guys, feel free to message me again, haha.
Notes: power imbalance, sexual harassment, heavily dubious/noncon due to love potion usage.
The fact Vox even bothers at all to take the time to sit Valentino down and read to him is already a show of your qualityâ He really wouldnât go through wrangling him like that for just anyone, especially not with Val getting a bit pissy when being reminded your works were being compared to his. He needs to be told that, obviously, Val, some mere written words are never going to compare, especially not in earnings, to his creations. This placates Valentino. But all Vox gets for his efforts are a lazy flick of one of Valentinoâs four wrists, his eyes not even looking at him. âLook, I still think it fucking sucks. But if you wanna hire them so badly, whatever. Iâve got better shit to do than listen to daddyâs horny story-time.â Suffice it to say, he becomes a lot more⌠Amiable (poor you) once youâre actually working there, and he has a face to attach to the stories. He can tell upon first glance that youâre one of those pathetic little hermits, too scared to leave your own shitty apartment, barely scraping byâ Heâs recruited plenty of those types as whores, after all. So easily pushed around that it shouldnât give him nearly as much satisfaction as it does.
When Valentino practically demands you join him in his room and read your previous work to him, you sputter out protests, heart skipping a beat. Every employee in the company has something bad to say about this man, and so heâs about the last person you want to be caught alone in a room with. Especially not his bedroom.
âAh, sir, Iâm not really sureââ But heâs already wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his side as he drags you through the halls. The first thing that strikes you is how different the texture of coat is than you were expecting. It doesnât even feel like anything at all. âOh, sweetheart, call me Valentino. No need to be so unfamiliar with each other.â He practically purrs, a single finger tracing up the contours of your chest. âI feel like weâre going to get quite familiar.â If all the alarms werenât ringing in your head before, they most definitely are now. But thereâs nothing you can do. His grip on you is tight and, underneath his red coat, you can feel the hard metal of a pistol pressing against you.
He takes you to his room, walls covered with posters featuring himself, and you hardly have the time to look around before he sits you down on one of his red couches, still caught underneath one of his arms. Itâs hard to think, much less speak, as Valentino starts to prod you to pull out your phone and start reading. âNo need to be shy. Youâre such an artista, arenât you? Donât keep me waiting.â Itâs easy, at first. When the scene hasnât grown explicit yet, and you can pretend youâre only reading the text out loud to yourself like you always do, making sure the sentences sound right. But Valentino makes it hard for you to distract yourself entirely. He rubs circles on the skin of your thigh, and the smoke from his pipe has long since been the only thing you can smell. The red smoke makes your head a little hazier, tongue a little looserâ Though that all just might be because youâre not getting enough oxygen. Your every muscle is tense and, you think, this is what being a prey animal must feel like. The first time you stutter out the word âcockâ, Valentino barks out a laugh, loud and sudden, entirely contrasting with the sultry demeanour heâs been putting on the whole time. You jump, gaze flickering from the screen to his face, before continuing. It gets worse when you realise exactly what story youâre reading out loud to him, one of the ones youâd never even posted anywhere, so utterly self-indulgent and poorly thought out that you regret it with every ounce of your being. (Unbeknownst to you, Vox has already read every draft youâve ever typed up, but thatâs neither here nor there.)
âSorry, can I maybe, um, read a different one?â You practically squeak out. âI realised I have some better drafts, andâŚâ âNo,â Valentino shuts you down, tone temporarily harsh. âDonât get too fucking cocky now, youâre already taking up enough time as it is. Shitâs about to get interesting, finally.â Heâs saying all of this as if he wasnât the one to drag you there in the first place.
So you trudge onward, reading as fast as you possible can, just trying to tough it out. As you read about a scared, unaccomplished demonic main character catching the eye of a trio of some of the most famous demons in townâthrough entirely unrealistic circumstancesâyou can see his grin grow wider from the corner of your eye. His nails dig into the flesh of your thigh, the smoke surrounding your face turning to caress your cheeks.
âSo, let me gets this straight⌠You wrote about a trio of powerful demons with matching names, taking turns fucking an absolute nobody silly. One of themâs a pimp, the other a fashion designer, and the other a business man.â Valentino doesnât give you the chance to respond. âGreedy little slut. You even chose this one specifically to read out to me, huh? Seems I got you all wrong,â he hisses out. âThis must be a dream come true for you, isnât it?â
Letâs just say that you got enough âmaterialâ to write another four or so stories, just from that line alone.
----- A drop of love potion, and models always behave the absolute best, or so Velvette thinks! (As long as you donât put in too much. Itâs very hard to take good pictures when the girls keep trying to kiss you.) No bitching, no whining, only an easy to pose, cute demon to work with. And if she dresses you up in clothes that reveal more than they obscure, purely for her own enjoyment and usage, whoâs going to blame her?
Certainly not you. You wonât remember a single damn thing. Not even the parts where you babble on about how pretty and gorgeous and cool she is, and how youâve admired her for so longâ All things sheâs heard a million times before. Normally, she wouldnât care less about it, but such words coming from someone with only a drop of her potion in her system means theyâre all the absolute truth. She thinks itâs almost cute when itâs coming from you, really. ------------ Vox, on the other hand, would be more likely to use his hypnosis on you than a love potion. Just to have a few minutes in the middle of a meeting where youâre practically putty in his hands, all of your usual anxiety and shame having slid right off of your shoulders. He doesnât feel any guilt about it whatsoever. Having read all of your works, he finds it safe to say that this is the exact kind of scenario you would enjoyâŚ
And even if you didnât, he still would. He gets a bit of a thrill out of the loopy, relaxed smile on your face as you nuzzles your cheeks against his arm, professing all of the thoughts you had about him before working at VoxTech, and the ones you still have today. Itâs during one of these exact moments, that heâd likely find out that Valentino had fucked you already, something he hadnât found necessary to mention. Theyâll have a bit of a discussion about that later!
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Drunk Nanami - Confession
woah, I've been having this idea for a while and felt inspired to write a cute little drabble on drunk Nanami. enjoy! word count: <1000 tags: nanami x reader, fluff
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âI wanna pin you to the bed so bad and have my way with you like Iâve been craving for the past fucking year, you absolute disaster to my sanityâ.
At first, when you open the text and read it, you canât quite comprehend the meaning behind these words. Though the text is soaked in not-so-pure intentions of the sender, the wording is weirdly⌠gentlemanâish.Â
Then you finally notice the senderâs name and make a perfect âOâ with your mouth.
Kento fucking Nanami? Really?
You would expect a filthy text from Gojo because thatâs just something he does. Hell, youâve even received plenty of dick picks from Toji though youâve met the guy just once and during that encounter, he was head to toe covered in blood and someone elseâs guts. But Nanami?
You stared at your smartphone for a while, not really knowing what to say.
Itâs not like you didnât want it. In fact, the situation was pretty much the opposite: you desired it badly. As soon as you walked in the office one year ago and saw him towering over the coffee machine, adjusting his tie with precise movements, you knew heâd be the death of you. And during this whole year, Nanami was a perfect gentleman to everyone, including you.
It was always âgood morning, how are you today?â or âtake care, they say it might rain laterâ. And it was never âhey letâs grab dinner togetherâ or âyour ass looks fire in these pantsâ. Of course, that was part of his charm â but on the other hand, you never knew how heâd react if you ever⌠tried anything.
The screen lit up with another text.
âDonât you have anything to say, dollface? Usually your pretty mouth is overworking whenever I look at you in the office. And I bet I can put it to better use than discussion of some dull numbersâ.
âNanami, are you drunk?â, you texted the first thought that came to you and groaned, hiding your face in your hands.
âWhat if I am?â, the incoming text read.Â
And another incoming text, the one that made your heart skip a beat or two.
âCan I come over?â
*** ***
The doorbell rang loudly, announcing his arrival. You cursed under your breath, hoping the neighbors wouldnât listen. After you took one final deep breath and glanced in the mirror, you went to the door, opening it.
Kento was standing there, in front of you, his usual tie around his neck and his perfectly ironed shirt missing two top buttons and revealing a painfully muscular chest. As soon as you opened, he lifted his gaze, his deep brown eyes meeting yours.
âDamn, you did let me come overâ, he smiled and walked casually through the door in your apartment as if he had visited it before. You followed, too dumbfounded to say anything but Kento didnât give you a chance to even open your mouth. After taking a step or two and hearing you closing the door, he turned around swiftly and threw his arms around you, pulling you close.Â
âIâll devour youâ, his lips trailed on your neck, pausing at an earlobe and making your blood boil. âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to do itâ.
âWhy didnât you?â
You somehow managed to ask questions, given the state you were in: pressed to his body, his hands roaming over your waist, back, hips, and hair. Nanami was a starved man, desperate for you, and you felt his intense hunger growing with every second.
âBecause I was never 100% sure youâd want itâ, he whispered, his lips now mere inches from yours. âBecause you are too good for someone like me. Because of a hundred more made-up reasons that I always use when Iâm too scared by a good thingâ.Â
âAnd now the alcohol made your fears go awayâ, you chuckled nervously, hypnotized by the look in his eyes. Youâve never seen him like this before. Right now, Nanami was the complete opposite of his usual self. He was⌠liberated? Was it the right word?
Nanami just sighed, resting his forehead against yours. He smelled wonderfully: rich woody scent mixed with something fresh like pine. The cologne crept in your nostrils, making a steady way towards a secret place in your heart. A place reserved for him only though you both didnât know it yet.
âCan I ask for something?â He said suddenly, and your heart fluttered. Was he about to kiss you? Did he want to drag you in the bed? Was he interested in your body count?
You tensed up involuntarily, preparing for his question. Kento looked you dead in the eyes, his expression growing a bit more serious and determined.
âCan you⌠make me a sandwich?â, he asked shyly. âTo be honest, Iâm starving. Didnât expect youâd actually invite me over so I was planning to eat at homeâ.
He chuckled awkwardly, and you burst into genuine laughter, grabbing his forearms and feeling incredibly at ease. So this drunk man whoâd been wanting you for a whole fucking year just came in to ask for a sandwich? Wow.
âYea, Iâll make twoâ, you wiped tears from your eyes, still giggling.
âGood. And Iâll make us breakfast in the morningâ, he gave you a coy smile, his hands still wrapped around you.
âSo⌠you mean you wanna stay over?â
âI wanna stay foreverâ, he kissed you softly. âIf you donât mindâ.
You looked around, noticing how perfectly domestic Nanami looked in your apartment and nodded with a smile.
âSounds good to meâ.
He smiled back, his whole face lightening up. He then leaned in to you with a knowing smile.
âAnd by the wayâŚâ
You raised a brow, intrigued.
âIâm not drunk, sweetheart. Was just pushing my lack and damn, seems like I caught lightning in a bottleâ.
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Severus Snape x chatty!reader Soulmate AU
Writers block with stardew valley stuff so im trying something totally different to shake the cobwebs loose
do ppl still need to say they dont fuck with jkr or is it a given at this point? (genuine question)
*meet-cute!!!*
*this reader has titties and gender neutral pronouns*
Walking quickly, your eyes are glued to your phone as you round the corner of a street in London. You are already running late for a meeting but you absolutely refuse to deal with your coworker's bullshit without something caffeinated in your hands.
Just as you are about to look up and find the entrance to the cafe you frequent, you slam into something. You squeak out a nervous gasp when you realize it wasn't a lamp post, but a person.
"Ohmygosh I am so so so sorry!" You say, frantically digging in your bag for your horde of cocktail napkins. Your eyes flit nervously over the stranger, realizing you're both covered in his drink order. Dabbing at his torso with your little napkins, his silence makes you about a thousand times more anxious.
"I really am so so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, it's totally my fault." You stammer out, glancing at up at his face while you pat pat pat his chest with your napkins.
Your poor little heart, already beating like a hummingbird in your chest, leaps into your throat at the sight of the hottest fucking guy you've ever seen in your life. The kind of hottie you would chase down the street to throw yourself at. You've done very embarrassing things to get a chance to know people who are far less good-looking than this man in front of you now. And because you were too preoccupied with your phone, you're almost certain you won't be walking away with his number.
And he's frozen, staring at you with a weird look on his face. Definitely the worst first impression you could have possibly made.
Never one for fits of grace, you frown and say, "People as attractive as you should come with an escape lever." You throw the soggy napkins in the trash nearby and add, "I hate embarrassing myself in front of hot people."
Still not getting a response, you turn and look up at him. "You gonna say anything handsome?"
-
Severus Snape has never been rendered this speechless in his entire life.
The day the courts ruled him not guilty enough for Azkaban was certainly shocking, but even that paled in comparison to what he was experiencing now.
He was leaving his favorite coffee shop when he bumped into a muggle. People are clumsy, it happens. But then, instead of apologizing and running away from the tall scary man, they started talking to him. The sweetest, softest voice Severus had ever heard, telling him he's... hot. Attractive. Handsome.
Every single time anyone has ever shown interest in him in public, Severus has immediately and viciously shut them down. Far better to come across as an asshole upfront than to be humiliated and heartbroken later.
But now, he had this sweet little muggle running their warm hands all over his chest in a matter of seconds. Before he could snarl at them to back off, he looked down and, well.
What was already a very low-cut top was now soaked with tea, becoming slightly translucent. Half of Severus was now laser-focused on the stretch of the damp fabric over your tits, while the other half was screaming at him to get a hold of himself.
You asked him a question, he realizes. Jerking his head around to face you properly, he blurts out, "Huh?"
Oh he's doomed, he thinks.
-
You gasp and grab his arm, "Oh no I'm already so late I need to go right now but listen, here's a bit of money to buy yourself a new drink it's the least I can do I'm so so sorry for running into you and dashing away but I really am late it was nice to meet you bye!"
Hustling away, you sigh and hope you run into him again. Such a shame you couldn't stay and flirt longer. Checking your watch, you growl and break into a jog. Fuck this day, you think.
-
"Fuck this day" Severus mutters, before heading down an alley to dissipate home. Just like him to meet someone who actually thinks he's attractive only for them to be so late they have to literally run.
It was only a fraction of a moment, but Severus knows it'll be the thing keeping him from falling down a pit of despair some nights.
Hating himself as he does it, he sniffs the money you handed him. It smells like your perfume. He sets it aside on his dresser.
Pathetic virgin, he thinks.
Later that night, however, he wakes with a gasp. "Idiot idiot idiot!" He snarls, yanking the covers away from himself. "You were so focused on them you forgot to check your soul mark" He glowers at himself in the mirror before lifting his tongue. There, on the underside, is a swirl unique to him and his soulmate.
His heart skips a beat when he sees it glitter in the dingy bathroom lighting. It's activated. And the only people he spoke to yesterday were you and the exhausted-looking barista.
He thinks of the look on your face when you saw him, how you pouted so cutely when you threw the napkins away. The way your clothes stretched over your body.
I've gone mad, he thinks, as he throws on some clothes and dissipates to an alley in London.
-
I am literally insane, you think.
You've been sitting on a bench outside the coffee shop you almost went in yesterday for about half an hour now. It's too early for anyone else to be up and about yet, it's about 3 in the morning. You woke up last night realizing you didn't check your soul mark after meeting that stupidly hot guy. Sure enough, it was activated.
You twist your fingers anxiously, hoping and hoping that he will show up eventually. You'll be so sad if it's not him.
Suddenly, you hear an odd noise in a nearby alley. Nervously, you run your hands along your pepper spray.
Turning your head to look, you see him. Disheveled and breathing heavy, he locks eyes with you and storms over.
Feeling slightly lightheaded, you rush towards him and lift your tongue up so he can see. Tears of happiness and overwhelm run down your face when he nods and shows you his activated mark.
"Can I...?" You open your arms, asking for a hug.
Hesitating, he steps into your embrace, standing like a stiff board while you sniffle into his shirt and squeeze him tight.
You have a good feeling about this.
(not sure how to end it so ill call it here đ¤)
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Okay, so Iâve finished my taxes, and Iâm basically out of the woods with some overwhelming work stuff, and everything turned out well with a medical situation with my mum, but I am still very tired, but I also cannot keep going without putting my preliminary thoughts on my very first viewing of season 3 down on a postâŚ
It seems my worst characterization so far is assuming that these two idiots would learn to communicate. They havenât, theyâre stupid teenagers, theyâre really bad at it, they get mad at each other for everything, and they donât listen. And that needs to change soon if we want Wilmon endgame.
Boris, do you do couples therapy? PLEASE HELP THEM.
I think a big reason Wilhelm lashes out, besides getting caught up in his own head, is the fact that heâs also constantly afraid of saying the wrong thing and pissing Simon off. But the stakes for Simon are clearly higher. Wilhelm really needs to learn to communicate, but heâs dragging a whole life of terrible communication and zero support, so HOW is he supposed to learn, if he naturally feels afraid to open up?
It shows in the way he reacts to learning about Erik. Simon might be right, and Erik maybe just gave in to peer pressure, like everyone else in that school (which we see over and over again, like with the strike, and that guy who just repeats âyeah hilariousâ when Vincent tells him, and the graduation rituals and basically everything that everyone does at that fucking school), and maybe he wasnât particularly homophobic. Or maybe he was, but if he had found out about Wilhelm maybe he would have changed his views (after all he was a stupid kid too)⌠But how would Wilhelm know? Erik is dead, thereâs no way of asking him, confronting him about it. And people still call him perfect, and still compare him to his brother.
It must be so traumatizing to have held this person in your head as the one you trusted for everything, the one who would support you most, the one who probably knew you better than anyone else, who would love you and be there for you no matter what, and it turns out that he might not have accepted you at all. And just like that Wille is all alone and angry and afraid again.
(This is why itâs extra cruel that August posted that fucking video, especially how premeditated it was to share it over the whole world, but also then tell Wilhelm that his brother was possibly a homophobe. It doesnât matter that he went through that horrible hazing, it doesnât matter that he put a stop to it, and it doesnât matter that heâs a stupid kid too, the fact that he did THAT to someone, anyone, is awful and he should have known better.)
So that scene in season 1 when Erik teases Wilhelm about his crush potentially changes completely. Maybe he didnât suspect anything, maybe it was just a coincidence that he never used any pronounsâŚ
And that makes it even more traumatizing that his parents still think of Erik as the figure of perfection, and Wilhelm, who is queer and scandalous and rebellious, is the real thorn on their side. Fucking Ludvig saying that Erik really was perfect, that he didnât have âthat darkness inside of himâ, to his surviving son⌠But for all we know maybe Erikâs death was not accidental, maybe he did have âa darknessâ inside of him.
On the other hand, that âdarknessâ doesnât excuse Kristina at all. I am convinced that this depression/burnout that sheâs going through is absolute bullshit. Sure, she might be depressed, sheâs still grieving her âperfectâ heir, and sheâs going through a lot. But itâs like Wilhelm says, how convenient that she shuts down and breaks down now. She wasnât like this when the video happened, because she could still cover it up. And she wasnât like this when Wilhelm called her to scream that he was going to abdicate, because she could still drag him out of Hillerska. It was only when he told the whole world, and there was no covering it up anymore, that she suddenly became fragile with grief.
And even if it were true, even if sheâs going through a severe depression or burnout, as a result of everything thatâs happened, that doesnât excuse her previous lies and manipulations. And it makes the fact that she still really wants Wille to become her successor, despite knowing what it could do to him, despite knowing that heâs already extremely anxious and that he does not know how to manage his own emotions, is evil.
(And even if she wants August to be the backup too, knowing how he is, knowing his own family history, and how it could affect him too, is evil too.) MORE on this later.
Kristina uses her breakdowns to emotionally manipulate Wille into trying to do his best to be the perfect crown prince, now indirectly through Farima and Ludvig. And Willeâs so concerned with her and her fragility that it affects his relationship with Simon. Because heâs anxious about the possible imminence of having to take over, of being the new monarch, when he can barely control his own feelings, when he just wants to enjoy his first relationship and just be in love.
Of course he made things worse for himself and Simon when he publicly revealed their relationship, but we can understand where thatâs coming from. He didnât want to hide anymore, he didnât want to not be able to be himself anymore, not be able to be with the boy he loves. But theyâre still forced to hide, because people start hating on Simon, because people wonât stop talking about them (as much as I HATED Wille shushing Simon, I also understood that he didnât want anyone to hear their argument, because he didnât want to give people more reason to talk about them, but also thereâs probably a lot of âkeeping up appearancesâ embedded in his mind), because they are very different and almost incompatible for many reasons, and because being the crown prince means conforming to a lot of things (no tattoos, no cutting your hair shorter than, no nail polish, no expressing political opinions, etc etc), and so he has to remove the nail polish and he doesnât want his foundation to be geared toward LGBTQIA+ people or mental health issues⌠He canât express himself, he canât be himself, because what he is or who he is for real is not compatible with his role or what is expected of him⌠heâs so repressed still.
(The whole nail polish scene, and the scene where Simon suggests that Willeâs foundation could be geared toward LGBTQIA+ youth, reminded me a little of Isak in SKAM saying that he wasnât just going to start marching in the Pride parade or wearing makeup. Wille is not necessarily about identity expression, or at least he doesnât think that he should be. He just wants to be himself, and be with the boy he loves, and thatâs it).
As for Simon, he can do no wrong, and I absolutely agree with everything he says and does, but he has always been very idealistic, and he does come across as a little more naĂŻve than I expected, especially with the whole social media comments and his song. It wasnât the first time he experienced it, because things went south for him when he appeared on the video, so for him now to think that people are magically not going to be cruel.
But I understand how much heâs sacrificing for Wille, and Wille not appreciating it at all must sting. Just like he points out that he didnât have contact with Micke for years, for Saraâs sake, and suddenly sheâs living with him⌠that fucking hurt. Simon has always been very opinionated and outspoken, and heâs very authentically and proudly himself, but heâs also always molded himself to what other people need, like being a parented child and taking on too much in the house to relieve Linda, and taking care of Sara, and worrying about his father, and letting himself be manipulated by Marcus, and now basically giving up a lot of himself to be with Wille. And as a result Linda treats him like heâs a drug addict, and Sara goes to the father she didnât want to have contact with, and Marcus talks shit about him to the press, and Wille doesnât listen to himâŚ
Sara saw the light (sort of), so maybe hopefully Wille will too. More on that later too.
Anyway, it would have been nice for someone from the royal court to sit Simon down and explain to him what being the boyfriend of a royal involves, so that Wille doesnât have to figure out how to tell him all these difficult things himself. Wille is so used to some of these things, they seem so obvious to him, that he might not immediately think of how weird or outlandish it might seem to Simon. (THat scene with the cake, I mean⌠it was funny in a way, but I wonder how many terrifying thoughts crossed Simonâs mind, the obvious âwait what??? did I just eat poison???â but also âwait what??? someoneâs trying to poison my boyfriend????â and âthere are kids here, have they also accidentally been poisoned????â).
I really really hope that, since heâs being forced to go to Boris with August, that Wille will think about going with Simon, and trying to work things out. They need to be able to say all these things to each other, get on the same page.
More importantly, I need a callback to what Boris said to him in season 2, about the expectations of his family, about being able to make his own choices. Which Wille internalized beautifully with that speech to Simon outside his house.
Anyway, this is already very long. Moving on to more general thoughts:
- I did think that the fact that they sort of resolved the whole issue with the police report and the drugs felt a little anticlimactic. It was built up and built up and the whole season 2 finale was about that, and we had a cliffhanger and everything, and then⌠bye. I wonder if it will come back (more on that later).
- And for that matter, Alexander just became a background character. Did he even have any lines? I could barely spot him.
- August telling Wilhelm in front of everyone at the table that heâs sure Wille will fuck up on his own⌠rich.
- Also Stella and Rosh was sort of hinted at, it happened in a blink, and then Fredrika was⌠jealous? Confused? Homophobic? All of the above? But then⌠NOTHING. Stella was even missing in the last episode, because she was âsickâ⌠(scheduling conflicts for Felicia? Actually sick?)
- I think itâs interesting that Sara preached and preached to Simon about giving people a second chance, including their dad, and then she⌠goes and does it? It wasnât the first time she did, she was with August despite the awful thing he did. And then she goes and⌠gives August ANOTHER chance????
- Someone needs to tell Sara that she needs to stop getting wtih August, because every time they get together somehow, Wilmon go south⌠It seems these two couples cannot exist simultaneouslyâŚ
- So I still have to rewatch, but⌠is August then in the middle of selling his fatherâs estate to pay Simon? Are any of his friends aware of this?
- I have a cultural question: what was the whole deal about travelling to the US? I mean, I thought they were asking if these kids have never travelled abroad, but they mentioned the US specifically, several times⌠Is that a thing in Sweden, traveling to the US? Not any other part of Europe? Not Asia? Just wondering. Made me curious.
- Still waiting for this seasonâs Elias song⌠just one episode left⌠If we donât get one, or a callback to Revolution, I might claw my face offâŚ
- Nils repeating that maybe Wille would have been better off with someone from the inner circle. Seriously, Nils, who do you mean? WHO? Who could you be referring to? Hmm?
- Something else about Nils⌠a part of me really wished that Wille would have asked Nils for confirmation on the Erik thing. Wille obviously doesnât want to believe it at first, but then he does, and hearing it from August makes it even worse, so maybe hearing it from someone like Nils would be the final confirmation that he would need, that his brother was the worst. On the other hand, for him to ask Nils to confirm something like that, as a gay, and possibly hearing what happened to him as a result of it⌠that would have probably made it even worse.
- Really hate that Marcus was mentioned, that he came back to haunt Simon in a way, even if it was minimal. But props to Simon for not rising to the bait in that moment.
- Simon, my love, i understand that youâre upset and heartbroken, but⌠it would have been nice if you tried to get Wille to talk to you one last time, before breaking up with him on his birthday⌠especially seeing everything heâs going through. Not that your feelings are any less important than his, of course, but⌠are you trying to get him to jump out the window????
-Eternally saddened by the disappearance of the orange sweater. Eternally saddened by the fact that Wilhelm did not set foot in or around Simonâs house this season. Although who knows, still one episode leftâŚ
Things that I liked most:
- Seriously the chemistry between Edvin and Omar is OFF THE CHARTS. The intimacy coordinator this season was very good.
- Especially that sex scene. Not just because it makes me immensely happy when my favorite ship fucks, because holy shit that was hot, but also because thereâs a whole theme around all the hate mail and messages and classism and homophobia and toxic masculinity that Simon is a target of, especially being Latino, whilst Wille, being white and privileged and high class and the heir to the throne, is probably seen as the âmanâ of the relationship (especially since in the video heâs also the one âin controlâ whilst Simon is the receiver), so itâs very VERY satisfying to see that they are both top and bottom at times, and they both equally enjoy it.
- Also the use of choir music during the sex scene, giving it a very holy feel, much like Eliasâs Holy playing when they have sex again in season 2⌠seriously I NEED my Elias song this season or I WILL START A REVOLUTION.
- At first I was annoyed at the whole âschool possibly closingâ plotline, because I thought it was unneeded. Or that maybe it would play a bigger role in the whole video-drugs controversy. But the truth is that it was really good, how it highlighted these kidsâ privilege and the absurdity of wanting to cover things up and uphold traditions, and it also worked wonderfully to highlight the divide between Simon and Wille. As Simon says to Wille, he only takes a stand when he has nothing to lose.
- Felice. Felice this whole season was magnificent. Her whole breakdown over the end of her friendship with Sara, showing how truly important it was to her. And Madison saying that sometimes breaking up with a friend is worse than getting dumped, and I AGREE SO MUCH. But then I also think she loses her sense of self, because despite being popular and beautiful, she still gets used and treated badly, by August (obviously), but also by Wille (the kiss), and worst of all by Sara (who in a way used her for her horse, but also for the clout). And in the meantime, sheâs treated differently than the other students for being one of the few black girls, and she gets singled out for her hair⌠and yet, the school is using her to make themselves look good. And now she decides to give Sara a second chance, because she really missed her, because it really hurt to lose that friend, and Sara goes and⌠does thatâŚ
- One of my favorite things about Simon is how he is proof that just because youâre gay doesnât mean that you have flawless fashion sense. And i canât help but wonder how fashion and style icon/ELLEâs Best Dressed Man/OMR Beauty founder Omar feels about Simonâs fashion choices. Never change, Simon, never change.
- Vincent was every bit of the tremendous asshole that I hoped heâd be this season. Did not disappoint. I wanted to punch him in the face every time he opened his mouth. Marvellous.
- Iâm happy that we got more Madison, but still not enough. Still, iconic. Forever one of my favorite characters.
- I donât know what to say about Sara and Micke. Just maybe that, when he played that song in the car, even before they started singing, i just knew âoh fuck, itâs all going to shit soonâŚâ I guess Sara felt lost enough that she was suddenly willing to give him a second chance. And the whole âis that going to happen to me?â bit really made me sad. That she understands that mental health and mental illness is unfortunately many times hereditary, and worries that she might become just like him⌠But despite not being entirely like him, with addiction problems and such, she was still unreliable like him, she did bad things to her family like he did⌠I was rooting for you, Micke, we were all rooting for you.
- I feel that Augustâs love for status and for the monarchy might be starting to fray at the edges. First with the fact that he was reminded of his own traumatizing initiation, and reminded of how the crown prince, his cousin and friend and idol, himself was part of that. Second with the fact that Simon points out that he might have an eating disorder, how he would probably not fare any better than the queen if he were in such a stressful position as crown prince or king, how difficult it is for him to handle stress and anxiety. And third with seeing how it affects Wille and Simon and realizing that something similar might still happen to him and Sara. And the fact that he reveals to Sara why he is the way he is, that he lets his guard down with her, might point to even more growth (even though I hate that Sara sort of gave him a âsecond chanceâ again). Also I feel the reality of how they, the Royal Court, would control his life is finally sinking in. Hopefully he will also soon realize that they also use him as a manipulation tool. So maybe he wonât let himself be manipulated by them much longer.
- I loved Willeâs ultimate outburst at his mother and father, i love that he told them everything they needed to hear, about their emotional abuse, their neglect. Unfortunately they still refused to acknowledge how terrible parents they have been, and walked off, instead of trying to resolve it. So Wille throwing around the gifts, as impulsive and tantrum-ish it might come across, makes perfect sense. He tries to talk and gets nothing in return. If heâs repressed itâs bad, but if he expresses himself then nothing happens either.
- And I love that Simon got to see what Wille is really dealing with. As privileged as he might be, heâs still lacking the most important things: unconditional support and love. No amount of money or status can make it better, and Wille is broken. The only thing is that, Simon saw how broken Wille was over the death of his brother, whom he loved very much, but I donât think he quite grasps the gravity of Wille learning that maybe that beloved brother wouldnât have been so cool with him, because he has never had to deal with a parent or sibling rejecting him for his sexuality. Itâs something very different to be rejected by society at large than it is to be rejected by your own family, and not everyone has the emotional strength to deal with that. So for Willeâs parents to still like his potentially homophobic dead brother more than him, is heart-wrenching. But I donât think Simon really gets that because heâs probably not surprised that Erik might have been like that, because in his eyes those privileged kids in that school (except obviously Wille, and Felice and Madison, who is asking about the non-binaries) are probably all massive homophobes.
- Despite this, I love that Simon sets boundaries nonetheless. I mean, it hurt like fucking hell for him to tell Wille, on his fucking birthday, that maybe they shouldnât be together. But just because Wille is hurting doesnât mean that Simon has not also been hurting too. And if they canât comfort each other, and try to support each other when they both obviously most need it, then maybe theyâre just not going to work. And it took a lot of guts for Simon to bring it up in that moment, in Willeâs bed, in the palace, where heâs basically trapped, with nowhere to go, no way to get away (I doubt he called Linda in the middle of the night to come pick him up more than two hours away in Stockholm).
My hopes for the final episode (I donât think I have any predictions other than, open ending or not, Wilmon will be endgame and there will be a revolution, I just donât know how):
- Wilmon talk. An actual, healthy, heartfelt talk. A reconciliation for the ages.
- That the fucking school will close and August wonât be able to graduate, and heâll realize that maybe he shouldnât have âlived for that schoolâ, as Erik once put it.
- That Wille will realize that, if Erik was not the person he thought he was, then maybe he no longer has to live up to his legacy anymore. @foreverunraveling pointed out how, now that the big Erik revelation is confirmed, then maybe the queenâs trump card to manipulate Wille into being the ideal crown prince is gone. Wille doesnât care about the monarchy really, but he did care about not disappointing his brother, the âperfect crown princeâ, and now we know that he was far from perfect. Erik lived a double life, as Wille points out, there was âpublic Erikâ or crown prince Erik, and there was âprivate Erikâ, or the real Erik (or so Wille thought, now we know there was a âsecret Erikâ which was the real Erik) and Wille struggles so much with the idea of having to split himself in two, . Wille cannot live a double life, he withers away when he has to hide himself, and now he gets the opportunity to leave that stifling life behind, and blossom.
- That Simon will get a fucking break. I hate that his whole life was turned upside down from the moment the video was leaked, and itâs just never going to be the same, whether he stays with Wille or not, heâll always be the boy from the crown prince sex tape, heâll always be the crown princeâs ex, or the crown princeâs boyfriend. But I want some positive feedback for him, someone bigger than the woman and the little boy wanting a selfie. I want him to have his own fanclub or something. Maybe thatâs too idealisticâŚ? (I may be imagining something like that scene in Red White and Royal Blue, when they realize that thereâs a whole crowd outside the palace all excited to the the Prince and his First son boyfriend⌠one can dream).
- I want whatever Felice said during the interview to be taken seriously, and for her to stop doubting herself.
- I want a genuine apology from August.
- Also one from Kristina.
- I get the feeling that the fact that August leaked the video might still come out publicly, what with the whole school issue. And in that case, I would like for it to be Simon might to do it, tossing the money from the settlement in his face. It looks like Simon still feels guilty about accepting it, especially when he chided Wille about his privilege and Wille (figuratively) threw the money back in his face. What if Simon does it literally?
- I really wanna know whatâs going to happen between Felice and Sara now. The outlook is not good.
- Is it too much to ask to know whatâs going on between Stella and Fredrika?
- Most importantly, is the whole thing with Erik going to come out eventually? And how will people react? With support for the monarchy, or with support for Wille?
I have so many more thoughts, but Iâm slightly burnt out, and I really should take a break. Also this is way too long. Might have more thoughts once Iâve rewatched the first five episodes, calmly over the weekendâŚ
Also this is very long and Iâm sorry.
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hey, i just discovered your account and me love your writing! Can i please request, what Deku, Bakugo and Shoto would be like with a chubby gf! ^^
Deku:
Oh, heâd kiss your cheeks over and over again, telling you just how beautiful you are.
I think that just like how you would trace his scars and tell him thatâs it badass, heâd look at you and tell you that you look absolutely beautiful
Heâd never be afraid to hold your hand in public, and to claim you as his
Absolutely unfazed by anything and just so happy to have you as his
If you tell him that youâre insecure about your image, heâd be the best listener and comfort person and hang on every word you say
There are no words for how you make him feel, insufficient synonyms in the dictionary for how uniquely wonderful you are in his eyes.
Bakugou:
Good luck trying to even think about not being good enough because Bakugou is very good at distracting you.
Definitely a cheek pincher.
You want him to stop? Yeah, haha good luck. I can imagine him pinching them as you try to push him away half-heartedly, and him going âShut up, Y/n. Yâlook fucking cute.â
Heâd go ballistic if anyone dared to insult your appearance.
Dating Katsuki Bakugou, anyone would pale in comparison to him, and you would feel the heat of that
There are better options. I could do better, the whispers would say.
And because Bakugou is so observant, heâd call them out on it
âFuck off! This is my girl, my life, and donât you decide jackshit about me. Sheâs sweet, sheâs wonderful, and sheâs beautiful. And you? All of you?â He scoffs, âI never knew ugly until I looked it in the face.â
Shoto:
Standing next to this guy is like becoming the lighting rod to all the scrutinising fan girls in Japan.
It makes you want to run and hide sometimes, but Shotoâs always right there to pick you back up
There are no words you could use to describe how confused you felt when Shoto walks up to you one day and bluntly blurts âBe my girlfriend.â
Shoto doesnât understand it when you say you feel insecure
Youâre gorgeous in his eyes, so utterly pretty that he swoons.
Frankly, he doesnât care about looks all that much, and instead comments on how awesome your personality is
It isnât about looks to him, because even in a million other lives, heâd still pick you.
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Authorâs note: So I understand I am MONTHS late to actually finishing requests but I want to actually write them properly because I love each and every request I receive! Whoever wrote this, I am beyond sorry that this came out so late, but thank you for sending this in! Just know that no matter how insecure you feel or how unhappy you are with your self-image, youâre beautiful inside out đđ
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Hazbin Group Chat Fic, pt 2
(Part 1)
PurpleFemale: All right, which one of you hos put a carafe of blood in the communal refrigerator?
SeXXXySpider: Objection! Iâm the only certified ho here and it wasnât me
Alastor: Ah, guilty as charged, Iâm afraid.
WhiskeyWhiskers: Why the fuck would you evenâŚ
WhiskeyWhiskers: Nope. Nope, Iâm good.
SssirP: Why would you put blood in the refrigerator?
SeXXXySpider: Christ, Pentious, read a roomâŚ.
Alastor: To keep it from spoiling, of course
CharChar: Alastor, listen. We are a ~totally accepting~ group of people who are okay with each others⌠quirks.
Alastor: Why thank you.
CharChar: But maaaybe please donât leave blood in the refrigerator like itâs a carton of milk?
Alastor: Perhaps Iâm misunderstanding your logic, dear girl. Why is it okay to store the mammary extractions of a cow in the refrigerator but not the vascular extractions of a deer?
PurpleFemale: Oh thank god.
SeXXXySpider: Okay, Iâm not the only one who immediately assumed it was the blood of a sinner, right?
NaNaNaNiff: Not this time at least!!!
SeXXXySpider: (ă _ ă)
SssirP: But⌠we keep food in there.
WhiskeyWhiskers: Apparently so does Alastor.
PurpleFemale: Gross.
Alastor: I must say, Iâm feeling very singled out right now.
CharChar: Oh, no, Alastor, nothing like that! Weâre just all still adjusting to the little quirks from living together. Right, everyone?
Alastor: Yet here I am, being publicly judged for what I choose to put in my mouth and yet no one says a thing to the effeminate spider.
SeXXXySpider: *WHEEZE*
PurpleFemale: Kill me. Please.
WhiskeyWhiskers: I hate every single one of you.
Alastor: Really, half of the freezer is taken up by the boxes of popsicles he keeps in there.
PurpleFemale: âŚ
WhiskeyWhiskers: âŚ
SeXXXySpider: âŚ
SssirP: Alastor does have a point, actually. Weâre supposed to share the space, but Angel Dust takes up more than his fair share.
PurpleFemale: Iâm simultaneously so relieved and so disappointed.
SeXXXySpider: I was actually going to be really proud of the radio freak
SeXXXySpider: And was then going to go bleach my brain
WhiskeyWhiskers: Alastor, do you even hear yourself when you say things
Alastor: Sorry?
CharChar: Um, I think everyone else might have drawn their own conclusions about what you were making an allusion toâŚ.
NaNaNaNiff: They definitely thought you meant dicks!
Alastor: I did not.
PurpleFemale: Well we know that NOW
CharChar: Actually, that gives me an idea for a get-to-know-everyone exercise!
WhiskeyWhiskers: Of course it does.
CharChar: Everyone should tell the group what their absolute favorite food is!
CharChar: I really like apples. I know itâs clichĂŠ with my dad and all, but I remember being really little and him conjuring up some for me to snack on and they were always so good!
PurpleFemale: Thatâs actually really wholesome, babe.
Purple Female: I guess chicharron for me. But, like. Good chicharron. If itâs shitty, then itâs worse than no chicharron.
SeXXXySpider: Lasagna ((ăŁăŁËÚĄËĎĎ)
SeXXXySpider: But if you get the sauce from a jar, you deserve to be shot
PurpleFemale: Wow, Angel. You actually⌠participated. And answered. And the answer wasnât a sex joke.
SeXXXySpider: Hey, Iâm happy to talk about sucking the cream right out of a long thick cannoli if you want me to
PurpleFemale: And there it went.
WhiskeyWhiskers: You should know by now not to tempt fate
PurpleFemale: YeahâŚ.
SssirP: I actually quite like a good chamomile tea and biscuits, myself.
NaNaNaNiff: Hehehe, you donât like scrambled eggies?
SssirP: ⌠I do like them hardboiled on occasion
SeXXXySpider: Damn, hardcore, my guy
SeXXXySpider: I guess there really is a kink for anything in Hell
SssirP: I didnât mean my Egg Boiz!
SssirP: I would never!
CharChar: How about you, Niffty?
NaNaNaNiff: I like chocolate!
PurpleFemale: That was a surprisingly normal answer.
NaNaNaNiff: Chocolate covered ants, chocolate covered crickets, chocolate covered silkworms
NaNaNaNiff: Chomp chomp!
WhiskeyWhiskers: Again, Vaggie, tempting fateâŚ
SeXXXySpider: Iâve never regretted less not having a gag reflex
CharChar: Thatâs⌠thatâs all right! Some people do eat, um⌠chocolate covered bugs. Everyone has their own tastes!
CharChar: Husk! What about you?
WhiskeyWhiskers: Macallan
CharChar: Whatâs that?
PurpleFemale: Husk. No.
WhiskeyWhiskers: Glenfiddich
PurpleFemale: No, Husk
WhiskeyWhiskers: Balvenie
SeXXXySpider: Daaaaamn, daddy only drinks the top shelf shit
WhiskeyWhiskers: Call me that again and see what happens
SeXXXySpider: Donât flirt with me in public, baby
PurpleFemale: Brands of whiskey canât be your favorite foods, Husk
WhiskeyWhiskers: No one else was told their answers were wrong
CharChar: I mean, no, but everyone elseâs answers were technically food, sooooooo
WhiskeyWhiskers: All right, fair enough, I guess.
WhiskeyWhiskers: I mean, shitty bar food?
WhiskeyWhiskers: I donât know. Itâs just kind of nostalgic?
CharChar: Really?
WhiskeyWhiskers: I think my first vegetable was celery from a bloody mary.
SssirP: Aww. Thatâs kind of sad.
SeXXXySpider: Newsflash, P â if we werenât all walkinâ tragedies we wouldnât be here
CharChar: Alastor, I guess you like venison?
Alastor: Indeed, my dear! ThE RaReR ThE BeTtEr
SeXXXySpider: Hey, Niff. Can I be your best friend if I bring you, oh, say, a 10-foot or so chocolate covered moth?
PurpleFemale: Please donât make that sexy.
WhiskeyWhiskers: What did you say earlier about bleaching your brain?
SeXXXySpider: No, but seriously. Chomp chomp, sister, just like you said! No sexy. Just crunchy.
NaNaNaNiff: Ehehehehe, thatâs a LOT of bug!
SeXXXySpider: Iâll see what I can do, toots
WhiskeyWhiskers: If weâre actually killing Valentino, I want in
CharChar: ⌠I mean⌠me⌠too?
SeXXXySpider: â°ŕź â°ŕź â ⯠â ŕźâŻŕźâŻ
PurpleFemale: Whoa. Really, babe?
SssirP: Goodness!Â
Alastor: That doesnât sound like you at all, Charlie
CharChar: Angelâs boss is a jerk
SeXXXySpider: Bet
(Part 3) (Part 4)
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Scarlet Part 2
For @aguilaguerrera10, hereâs the second part. Again, so sorry for the wait. Iâve been trying to make a habit of finishing my stuff. So, to everyone, I am in the process of making your posts. I am very grateful for your patience and I am trying my best to get to all of you.
TW: ANGST, FIGHTING BETWEEN FATHER AND SON, and uh.. yeah. If there is anything else I missed or that troubles you, let me know, and Iâll put it in.Â
(Edit done in Picsart by me)
Neither you nor Jason ever mentioned your grandfather.
It didnât matter. Jason raised you, cared for you. He was family and you were, too; finding out about your real family didnât change that. Jason is your real family - who cares who your mother is or who your grandfather is? Jason has been there for you your entire life - you could care less about your 'other' family.
As you continue on with your life, each day your vigilante work got tougher; forgetting the incident between Jason and your grandfather. You were always near your dad, who explicitly told you to never stray from his eyesight unless given permission to - you listened, of course. Gotham is full of surprises, and Jason is a seasoned veteran at this sort of thing. While you may know how to dropkick a guy from above or put a man in a chokehold, Jason knows when a guy is gonna pull the trigger, or who's hiding behind the corner. Once, you got into a run-in with a group of thugs. You and Jason took them down, one by one. You let your guard down for a second, and you were tackled to the ground, repeatedly getting your face punched out. You wouldâve been dead..-
If it wasnât for Jasonâs hard fist knocking their jaw out.
The memories were hazyâŚ
You were going in and out of consciousness, but.. you couldâve swore you saw Jasonâs knuckles covered in blood. When you managed to pick yourself up and run to safety, you also swore you heard a gunshot.
You shrugged it off as a result of nearly getting your head smashed in, but the more you thought about it, deep down, you start to wonder more and more about what your dad actually did to those menâŚ
âScarlet.â
You snapped out of your thoughts. âYou understand?â Jason stands before you, arms crossed over his chest. You blink under your mask then nod. âYes. I understand. No confrontation whatsoever.â Your Dad caught wind of an âorganizationâ doing some shady business around Crime Alley. A few searches and criminal records lead him down to a run-down building, deep in the east-end surrounded by the apartments of the ghetto, which is where you two currently stand on the rooftop of. He didn't intend to bring you along, but after going through some more information, he realized he was going to need a helping hand, so here you are.
Jason looks down, observing the guards through the clear windows. âIf anything goes wrong, let me know, and Iâll come get you. Remember: never stray from my radar.â You nod. âGot it.â All you were assigned to do is take pictures and gather info - that's it. No confrontation, no take-downs, just sneaking around and playing spy; it will be your first time going solo. Jason stares at you then takes a deep breath - he would be lying if he said he wasn't worried about you. So many what-ifs and a thousand scenarios of the absolute worst things to happen play around in his mind. He knows youâre a good kid, youâve rarely ever gone against him, and the only time you did was when you wanted to become a vigilante. Besides that, you never caused trouble for him, but still, he couldnât help but worry - hell - fear.
You noticed Jason's silence and placed a hand on his shoulder. âHey, what are you scared about? All I gotta do is take a few pictures," you assured, "No biggie!â Although your face was behind a mask, he can feel your bright smile.
It's not that he doesn't trust you.
He trusts you.. wholeheartedly.
Itâs those sick fucks that he doesnât trust.
He holds your gaze then places a hand on your head. "I can always trust you, kid." He says. You smile then run to the air vent with Jason following right behind.
Using the X-ray vision in his mask, he gauges the area: there arenât as many guards compared to yesterday. You wonât be engaging the enemy and you'll be in the vents, so it didn't matter as much. 'But you never know.' He noted. Jason would be careless to not think there could be more hidden around somewhere in the warehouse. "Well, kid." He turns to you. "Whenever you're ready." Nodding, you use a laser pen you made out of a laser pointer for cats - with the help of your dad, of course. The beam cuts through the vents, carving a circle into the metal, and all it took was one, gentle, push to create a perfect opening. You took one last look at your Dad, then climbed in. Jason can feel his nerves bubbling in his gut, but he pushed them down. 'You'll be fine.' He reassured himself. 'You're a good kid.'
You peer through the holes of the vents: there's a group of men surrounding a map on a table. Using the mini camera in your mask, you snap a few pics then move on to the next room. Jason sat on the rooftop watching the red dot on the map move across the vents in his helmet. Despite overviewing the entire area, he couldnât shake off the suspicion about the unusual small number of guards hanging around the building. It gave him that much more anxiety with you.
"She shouldn't be doing this."
Jason grits his teeth.
He didn't need to ask to know who it wasâŚ
In the pitch black night of Gotham, a tall figure, camouflaged like a menacing shadow, stands behind Jason.
How long has it been..?
Weeks? Months? Years?
God knows how long since he last spoke to the man he was disgusted to call his mentor, his father.
"What do you want?"
"You know why."
Truth be told, Jason does..
Very wellâŚ
Along with finding out who your grandfather and mother is, Ra's also told him of who your father is, and your brother. Jason stands up. "Yeah, I do. What of it?"
Bruce's face was as cold and as expressionless as always. He saunters closer to Jason. "She can't live like this." Jason glares through his mask. "Who are you to decide that?" "I mean it, Jason. It's dangerous." Jason scoffs. "Funny coming from you and your four other little birds."
"Make that five."
The familiar cape dawned with the bright red, yellow, and green colors flies down beside him. An unfamiliar figure stands before him, another kid, another Robin. Jason narrows his eyes. "That's right. Almost forgot about you."
Damian Al-ghul Wayne. Grandson to Ra's Al Ghul, son to Talia and Bruce Wayne.
Your older twin brother.
Robin scoffs. "You've heard of me? Good."
Egotistic.
WonderfulâŚ
"My sister will be coming back with us. That's a guarantee."
Jason clicks his teeth. It's his first time seeing the little devil in person and it's already bad enough learning that your mother tried to leave you for dead, it's a whole other thing to find out she abandoned you in favor of this entitled brat. 'Must be genetic.' Jason thought. "Yeah. That's not happening." Robin narrows his eyes. "Yeah. You heard me - she's staying with me and just like how I told your bastard of a grandfather: if any of you even lay a hand on my kid - I'll put a bullet in your skulls," Jason pulls out one of his pistols, "That's a guarantee."
Robin grits his teeth. Before he could even think about lashing out, Batman stands in front of him. "Think about this, Jason-" "I have. A long time ago. No one is taking my kid away from me, especially you."
A rustling echoes from the vent. All men turn to you as you climb out.
"I got all the pictures, Red. Is there..-" Your sentence trails off. Your dad, Batman and Robin standing before you.
Anyone who was born or has lived in Gotham long enough are familiar with the iconic dynamic duo, but to see them in person is an entirely different experience. Usually, you would be excited - if it wasn't for the feeling that something was wrong.
"...what's going on?"
Batman took a few steps towards you only for Jason to jump infront. There's a feral look in his eyes, his shoulders raised up and his muscles tense.
âJason, please-"
âNo! Weâre done talking.â
Turning around, Jason starts walking. âCome on, kid. Weâre leaving.â Glancing at the duo, you stare at them for a good minute before reluctantly following Jason. âWait-â Batman grabs your hand.
Before you realize it, Batman goes flying backwards.
You blink.
You find your dad right next to you, his leg outstretched, breathing heavily.
It took a few moments for the gears to turn in your head. Then you realizedâŚ
Your dad kicked Batman.
The Dark Knight groans and sits up holding his stomach. You stand in complete shock, unsure of what to make of what just happened. Seeing this, Robin grits his teeth and runs at him, jumping up to send a roundhouse kick towards Red Hoodâs head. âRobin! No!â Batman yells. Jason effortlessly catches him, flinging him across the roof to the next building. He tumbles a few times before falling to the ground, groaning.
Your mouth hangs open, stilled by both fear, confusion, and complete shock. Jason scoffs and grabs your wrist. âLetâs go."
âJason, please. Can we at least talk?â Batman reaches out to grab you again. In a blink of an eye, Jason pulls out his gun.
Thereâs a suffocating moment of silence.
Neither party made a single move.
Despite your utter horror, the conflicted thoughts, and denials running through your head, thereâs no doubt anymore that what happened with those goons is true - your dad had shot and killed them.
âTalk? Talk?! I said, we were done talking. I guess I didnât make myself clear enough.â His finger begins to press down on the trigger. Your eyes blow wide, you shout. âDad! Donât-â
A gunshot never rang out. Batman kicked the gun out of his hand. He simultaneously grabs your arm and pulls you behind him. Robin, with a throbbing headache, stands up. âRobin! Take Scarlet away from here!â Red Hood growls and tries to bring his other gun out but Batman punches that one out too. Robin nods and grabs your arm. âHey - wait!â
With both of his weapons out of reach, Jason takes to using his fist and goes straight for his nose. Batman catches it and punishes him by striking him twice in the abdomen before kicking him and sending him across the rooftop.
"Come on, let's get you out of here!" Robin is tugging at your arm, but you kept yourself planted. "No! I'm not leaving without my dad!"
Batman walks over. Jason lifts himself up, giving Batman the deadliest glares youâve ever seen from him. Bruce says nothing and raises his fist at him, ready to land another punch.
"Stop!"
You ran between the two.
Batman halts. You stand there with your arms wide using your entire body to shield your father. "Don't hurt him!"
Batman lowers his fist and stands straight. "You don't understand. What you're doing.. it's not right." You glared at him. "So what?" Batman's gaze hardens. "You can get hurt or worse. Not to mention, where you live is just as unsafe." He kneels down to your eye-level. "If you live with me, with us, we can give you a better home, get you into a better school." He places a hand on your shoulder. Jason tenses up. "Become a family." You held your gaze with him. You didn't move from your spot nor let your arms down despite them beginning to ache. "I already have a family. It's him!" Batman goes silent. Robin grits his teeth. "Don't you get it? You'll die living like this!" "So what!" You snapped. "I rather die right beside my dad than leave him behind!" You hear a groan behind you and turn around. Your dad was struggling to get up, grunting as he held his stomach. You rush to his side, catching him when he falls. Batman steps to you, calling your name as he reaches a hand to you. "No!" You yell, clutching your dad harder, glaring harder at the Dark Knight. "You aren't taking me from him! I'm staying right here and if you try, you'll have to kill me to do it!" Batman stops. You were glued to Jason's side, standing next to him so defensively, ready to put up a fight. Robin was growing impatient and stomped his way to you. "You will come with us, whether you like it or no-" "Stop." Batman halts his son. Before Robin could argue, he turns away from you two, walking to the edge of the roof. "We're leaving." "But-" Batman narrows his eyes. Robin glances at Jason, then you. He holds his gaze with you, clutching his fists, before forcing himself to follow his father. The duo hop off from the roof, disappearing into the night. As if on cue, thunder rumbles across the sky, a heavy downpour following after.
You turn to your dad. He tries to get up again, this time, you help him by wrapping his arm around your shoulder and standing up. "Are you okay?" Jason groans. "I'll be fine. Are you alright?" You chuckle. "I'm alright. But we should get home." You say, then carefully guided him to the rooftop edge.
[DISCLAIMER: This work and any other works I do is purely fiction and fantasy. I do NOT condone any behaviors like this or other yandere behaviors in real life. If you experience something like this, I strongly advise you get help. Again, this work is purely fantasy and should not be done or supported in real life.]
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[I also wished I could center text! >:(]
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Perfect For You : Part 3 (H.JS)
Word Count : 2.3k
Warnings : swearing, food mention, arguing, mention of suffocating (not physically)
A/N : What? You mean to say this series isn't discontinued?! It is not! I am back with the third part and the epilogue (hopefully) coming soon. I hope you enjoy!
           Jisung was wrapped around her like a koala. She could barely move when she woke up, trying to roll out of bed, and go make breakfast. His grip only tightened when she moved, a small whine coming from him. âIf youâre awake, let me go.â She giggled, but again his grip only tightened.
           âI missed holding you like this.â He opened his eyes, meeting her softening stare. He took in this moment. The way she looked with her messy hair, eyes still half closed because sheâs still tired. Stunning. He thought to himself. And I almost let her slip away. He reached up to smooth her hair before pressing a small kiss to her face. âShould we go out for breakfast today?â
           âSungie you have work.â She wanted to stay angry at him. But he made it so hard. Heâll do something that upsets her but the next second, heâs being cute, and looking at her like he doesnât want to be anywhere else. And he doesnât. Beside his girlfriend is where he belongs, and he wouldnât have it any other way.
           âI can be late. I want to take my girl on a date.â She gave into him so easily, just like she always did.
           They stood in the bathroom together, going through their morning routines together. Brushing their teeth, doing their hair, washing their face. They did it all together, laughing over whatever funny face they decided to make in the mirror at each other. And things were falling back into place.
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           âI just want her to yell at me again! Why is she letting me get away with everything?â Jisung whined as he collapsed beside Changbin on the couch. Chan swivelled around in his chair to look at the pair on the couch.
           âIs it possible she heard our call the day you were complaining about her?â He asked as his mind started putting the pieces together. How she began to act different after their call that day. Jisung started to think about it, putting the same pieces together in his mind. But he wanted to deny it, didnât want to believe that his girlfriend, his beautiful, perfect girlfriend, heard him complaining about her to his best friend. Because he knows had the roles been switched, he would be devastated, heartbroken, inconsolable.
           âNo. No. No.â He began to shake his head as he repeated the word. âNo. She couldnât have. Absolutely not.â The tears started welling up in his eyes as he stood from the couch, now pacing around the studio, still repeating the word no. âFuck!â He screamed. âHow am I supposed to fix this? Did she hear us the other day in the studio talking about guys night?â He thought about how bad it would have sounded, overhearing him agree to cheating on his girlfriend, something he would never actually do. âShit. Fuck. Dammit! Fuck!â
           âOkay, okay breathe Jisung. In through your nose, out through your mouth.â Chan said, reaching his arms out and placing his hands on Jisungâs shoulders. âFocus on your breathing.â Jisung nodded and Chan led him back to the couch to sit him down. Chan continued to coach him through the panic attack.
           âThank you.â He said meekly. Chan just handed him a bottle of water and told him not to worry about it.
           âListen dude, even if she did hear us the other day, you didnât do anything. You left after half a drink and went straight home to her.â Changbin explained. âAll of us will vouch for you if she asks. Even given the chance, you stayed loyal. Thatâs what matters.â Jisung nodded. Surrounded by girls that were begging for their attention. Jisung would still choose Y/n. No questions asked, no hesitation.
           He realizes then just how much heâs pushed her away. How sheâs practically a shell of the woman he met and fell in love with. It was killing her to go along with everything he wanted, but she kept smiling, kept allowing him to do whatever. He felt disgusted with himself, hated himself, for being so happy, so excited, about it. Thinking his relationship was better than ever when in reality it was falling apart. âHyung I need to fix this.â He said, looking at Chan, tears still in his eyes.
           âGo.â Was all Chan said. Jisung didnât waste a second running out of the studio, into the streets, hailing a cab, and spitting out his address as fast as he could. He wasnât sure how he was going to fix it, but he would do absolutely everything to do so.
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           She was in the kitchen doing some baking when Jisung came barreling in, not bothering to take his shoes off, and wrapped his arms around her. She froze her actions, slowly melting into his touch. âWhat are you doing home already?â
           âWanted to spend some time with my baby. We werenât doing much.â Jisung pulled away from the back hug and leaned on the counter next to her so he could see her face. âSo pretty. Look at you. Oh youâre blushing. Looks like I still got it.â
           âWhat you got is my foot up your ass if you donât take your shoes off.â She joked as she lightly kicked his leg.
           âKinky.â He replied as he went back to the front door to take his shoes off and put his slippers on. âDo you need help baby?â He asked as he walked back into the kitchen.
           âWell I was originally trying to surprise you, but you came back early.â She giggled as she continued working through the recipe. Jisung just stared at her, taking in everything about her. It was like his world was going in slow motion as he watched her. Even after everything he did, she was still trying to do things for him. To make him happy. To make him feel loved.
           âWhat did I do to deserve you?â He asked softly, wrapping his arms around her again, resting his chin on her shoulder. She turned her head to press a kiss to his cheek.
           âYou exist, Sungie. Thatâs all you need to do.â
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           âCome on. We donât want to be late for dinner with our parents!â Y/n called up to Jisung, who was fixing his hair in the bathroom for the tenth time.
           âIâm coming.â He repeated over and over as he ran down the stairs. As he got to the bottom, he saw her, and he froze. Standing there in a dress that fit her oh so perfectly, her hair done, makeup done. He couldnât stop staring, falling in love with her all over again. She was the most beautiful girl in the world to him. It was like time slowed down as she stood there. Like those prom scenes in movies but heâs the one walking down the stairs meeting her at the bottom. And if they didnât need to meet their parents for dinner, he would be carrying her up to their bedroom.
           âLetâs go.â Jisung was starstruck. He knows thereâs no way heâs ever going to love anyone else the way he loves her. And he regrets almost ruining it. Promises himself heâll never make the same mistakes and continue loving her the way she deserves.
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           Jisung was telling stories about the members, making them all laugh at the antics they get up to. She couldnât help but stare at him whenever he was talking, loving the way the suit fit him. Thinking about all the things she could do to him once they were home. Itâs been way too long since theyâve been intimate, with all the arguments, and then her distancing herself as to not have her heartbroken had he decided to walk away.
           But ever since he came back early from work, no before that, since he came back early from guys night, heâs the Sungie she fell in love with. Loving her the way he used to. She wakes up in his arms to him pressing kisses all over her face. He watches her as she cooks them breakfast. Comes home to her, wrapping her in a giant hug every single time.
           She unpacked the suitcase in the closet, no longer feeling the need to run before he got home. Everything is falling back into place.
           âSo Jisung, when are you proposing?â Her mom asked. Jisung let out a breathy chuckle as he reached to grab Y/nâs hand.
           âMarriage isnât in the cards anytime soon. Iâm too busy for that.â He explained before jumping into another story about the boys. And she felt her entire world shatter once again. The embarrassment she felt had her nauseous, so she excused herself to the bathroom.
           Hovering over the toilet in a stall, tears streaming down her face as she wills the food to stay down. After the feeling passed, she cleaned herself up, hoping no one would notice that she cried. She took a couple deep breaths before exiting the bathroom, Jisung stopping her from returning to the table. âWhat?â She asked coldly.
           âDid I say something wrong?â He asked with a pout. Did he seriously not know how humiliated she feels right now?
           âWeâll talk later.â Was all she said before walking back to their table. And Jisung just smiled to himself, knowing she was none the wiser to his plan.
           âYou feeling okay, pumpkin?â Her dad asked. She just smiled and nodded, explaining that there was a small line in the bathroom and thatâs why she took a while. Jisung returned shortly after, grabbing her hand as soon as he sat down, running his thumb over her empty ring finger. It felt like salt in the wound so she took her hand back.
           Conversations continued on, but she didnât contribute much. Trying her hardest not to cry again. It felt like she was suffocating and there was nothing she could do. Like she was sinking in quick sand, clawing her way up just to be sucked further down. Like sheâs sinking to the bottom of a pool and no one is coming to save her.
           âOh dear itâs getting late.â Jisungâs mom said. âShall we pay and head out?â She looked directly at Y/n, giving her a small smile. It was as if she could see the suffering she was feeling and gave her a helping hand.
           âItâs on me, donât even worry about it.â Jisung explained. Her parents and his parents thanked him for the dinner. And after he paid, the six of them headed out, going in separate directions towards their own vehicles. âBaby please talk to me.â Jisung pleaded, stopping her before she could get in the car.
           âYou want to do this here?â She asked and he could tell she was upset. Something he hasnât seen from her in months. Despite him trying his best to piss her off enough thatâd sheâd yell at him the last few weeks. Nothing seemed to work, she was determined to not start any fights. All because of that stupid phone call he had with Chan who knows how long ago. He doesnât even remember what he said, but he knows she does.
           He knows she definitely has every word committed to memory and it haunts her every single day. And he wishes he could erase her memory of the call, but he canât. He has to allow the words to haunt her and thereâs nothing he could do about it. The things he would give up if it meant she wouldnât hear those words.
           âYouâre impossible.â She sarcastically laughed, tongue in cheek as she ripped her arm out of his grip and tried to get into the car once again, but he stopped her again. âJisung please letâs just go home.â
           âStop holding things in and just yell at me dammit!â He exclaimed.
           âI donât want to do this here.â She said as she looked around. Some people were heading into the restaurant, some people were leaving. But there were people everywhere and she didnât want to disturb their evening with some petty fight that will just end with him going to the dorms. Running away from their arguments like he always did.
           âWell I do. Tell me what I did to upset you.â
           âFine.â She said before taking a deep breath. âYou humiliated me Jisung. I understand that youâre busy and getting married anytime soon definitely isnât happening. But really? Not in the cards? And then you continue talking about the members as if my mom asked about what you had for lunch? Fuck Jisung, they were all you talked about tonight. Maybe marriage isnât a big deal to you, but it is to me. I want to get married. I want to marry you. If you donât feel the same, tell me right now. Letâs end things before itâs too late.â
           âWhat? Baby no. No absolutely not. Iâm not letting you go. Not now, not ever. You are my end game. My everything. Iâve made some mistakes, but that doesnât mean I donât want to marry you. In fact-â He paused for a second, reaching into his pants pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. With a smile on his face, he knelt down on one knee, opening the box to reveal a ring that was a dream. âI am so in love with you itâs not even funny anymore. I couldnât picture living my life with anyone other than you. Iâm sorry I said it wasnât in the cards, but I couldnât have you figuring out I was planning on proposing. So Y/n, baby, will you marry me?â
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a good omens grieving update because if I'm crying at 5 am you better be too.
Good morning, maggoty loves of mine. Despite all attempts to distract myself and you all with wedding cakes and dresses and textposts, it is five in the fucking morning, and I've been crying for half an hour already.
I'm listening to the Pentatonix cover of Hallelujah on loop and I will never be normal about anything ever again and there is nothing you, I, God, Satan or even Neil can do about it.
@mirrorleaf was kind enough to hijack my stupid royal family post with this fucking gorgeous edit of season 1 set to Hallelujah. Thank you, I'm now fucking sobbing and I found another edit again of season 1 and then I read fics and now I'm NOT FUCKING OKAY.
All the times Aziraphale looks up to Heaven and prays, how hopeful and desperate he is, and then the way he looks at Crowley while he's pinned against the wall, entirely calm and sure and safe.
And the song playing with Love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah over Crowley crying over alcohol when he thought Aziraphale had died. I'm not okay.
I need to watch season 1 again. When I watched it first, it was in two installments with you maggots on livestream, and the first installment was like two days after I was kidnapped as Mascot of Good Omens. Needless to say, it was all a fever dream.
Then I watched this edit now and there's so much. There's so much fucking layers and emotion and nuance that I didn't notice. And it's absolutely going to wreck me and then I'll have to rewatch season 2 and by then I'll have no self-preservation and I'll have read the book and I'll never ever be okay again and I'll have to live with it.
You all really just found a guy on the internet and fucking wrecked him, huh. This fandom really just did that. Now salt and pepper shakers made me think about Crowley's Fall and the inherent transience of human nature and The angel you knew is not me.
It hurts. I thought I was ridiculous about Drarry. No I was entirely fucking reasonable about Drarry. This is a gut punch except to the throat. Repeatedly.
I remember when I made a post a day or two after finishing season 2 and someone, @thescholarlystrumpet it was probably you, told me that grief isn't a linear process and to take care. To anyone outside this broken fandom, that would seem like a disproportional response to a show's season 2 finale when we know that it will end happily. Everyone in this fandom knows how much that reminder is needed, though.
Besides, though we know that the show ends happily, we know that Aziraphale and Crowley will be together and it is inevitable, how does it still fucking hurt so much? I knew all the spoilers, technically, of the show before I started, and it still surprised me with the emotions.
I had to stop writing this post for a few minutes because an image came to my mind and I had to sketch it. Of how I'd felt when I came here, lonely and frightened, and how the fandom grabbed me and forced me to watch the show and how much it hurts and how beautiful it is and how it feels like a mirror. A shattered mirror, one that's soaked with all our blood and tears, but it showed me I wasn't alone. So here, have this brief sketch and do NOT come at with about pretentiousness my beloved maggots because for one, I have always aspired to be pretentious and for another, THE SUN HASN'T FUCKING RISEN AND I'VE BEEN IN TEARS WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
Congratulations, the next time anyone asks you if you've ever killed anyone, every one of you can confidently say that yes, you are indeed directly responsible for murder. My blood is on your hands, motherfuckers, you adopted a Mascot and then killed him.
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gotta say that i disagree that nobody fights for buck. in s5 taylor said it best: buck's life is full of meaningful relationships, actually. every person of the firefam would fight for and support buck. he is and will never be alone again in his life, especially during the hard times (which they reiterated in 8x05). meanwhile, we see thus being contrasted with tommy not having any kind if support system like that. the same seemed to be the case for taylor. i know people want tommy to fight for this, and i agree that i definitely need him to check his trauma and fears to work this out with buck. but buck is the main character that has had seasons of alleged development. he died and came back, got clarity, was supposed to finally feel good in his own skin, worked out his childhood trauma with his parents in therapy, formed a support system, now discovered he is bisexual and felt free with it. and now tommy is the only one who should grovel? i get the idea but. evan buckley is the character we have seen grow and learn. i want him to put in the work as well. look at how he fought for his job when he thought he would lose it forever. THAT is what i need from him rn. if he is just giving this up with a shrug, then i don't want bucktommy in canon. we have seen tommy taking care of buck and supporting him in all his shenanigans. i need to see that buck is absolutely serious about this and ready to fight for it. if he doesn't, he still hasn't found his true love or still doesn't know what he wants in life. i am bored by this. we have been here multiple times already. do something else with evan buckley finally or just allow him to be a bachelor forever.
okay yes buck has meaningful platonic and familial relationships.
no romantic partner has fought for him. abby ghosted him because of her own issues even though she's a fucking grown ass woman, ali got a reality check and broke up with him when he was in recovery after nearly dying, which okay, fair enough. and while i believe taylor did nothing wrong in reporting the jonah story, the narrative wants us to think she prioritised her work, and she did betray buck's trust which, again, buck wanted to protect his firehouse (which is his family) so he wasn't being objective. reporters exposing scandals within govt orgs that are supposed to protect the public is not a bad thing, actually. the only time he's broken up with someone first is natalia and we were told it's because she was obsessed with his died-and-came-back experience.
and listen. i love tommy more than anything. but buck is still the main character. we're going to see buck going through the breakup, not tommy. we're not going to get much about tommy's past. we're not going to get any scenes with tommy and another character if buck isn't also there. you remember karen going to chimney and them day drinking together because they thought hen was being unfaithful (again)? i wish we could see tommy and chimney talking about their buckleys. but the way the show got rid of all minor characters and consistently treats LIs as nothing more than LIs... i'm not hopeful. we'll get one scene with tommy's Explanation and i'm not even hopeful it's gonna be well written (but i'm sure lou will be serving. god. they wrote such a shitty break up scene and he fucking ATE.)
yeah, buck fucked up by jumping the gun and asking tommy to move in with him when he couldn't even say the i love you, and i hope this will be addressed in future eps. but tommy immediately ended the relationship because he Knows Better and left buck heartbroken. this is what happened on the show. the average viewer isn't doing ten layers of analysis to understand tommy's perspective, nor should they have to. i love the metas, i'm digging into tommy's headspace in my next fix it fic, but this is still the dumb weewoo show.
i don't think tommy needs to grovel, i don't think he's the Bad Guy in this story, i have a lot of empathy for tommy and so does the GA! they're not mad at tommy, they want him back! they want bucktommy back! and i want them both to fight for each other, to apologise and admit to their fuck ups and admit how much they care about each other and that they want to be each other's forever love! i want them to say i love you!
but buck is still the protagonist in this story and i don't want to see him running back to someone who broke up with him in such a way that had him asking "wait, did you just break up with me?" because again, this is what happened on our screens. i want tommy making the first move, opening the door for reconciliation, showing that he knows he made a mistake out of fear from his past trauma, for buck to then know he is wanted, that tommy came back for him, and then put in the effort to fight for them.
hope this makes sense. and as always, for people reading this - this is not the space for you to bash on buck's previous LIs, please take it elsewhere.
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