#I have such an unfortunate attachment to him

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pairing: jack abbot x f!reader

a/n: well obviously someone is struggling with an avoidant attachment. and listen as much as I want this to be all happy and joyful I love writing ANGST

thank u for reading kisses muah muah

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, age gap, language, fighting about money

< part 9 | part 11 coming soon!

“I’m thinking I’m going to lean into it.” you ponder towards Jack, who is sitting on your bed as you stand in front of the mirror, turned to the side and holding your stomach.

Jack is seated at the edge, his legs spread and leaning back on his palms, a lecherous grin covering his face as he gazes at you.

“I think that if I don’t, people will just think I’m gaining weight.” you say.

“Well, you are.” Jack adds. You roll your eyes.

“Yes, I am, and yes, that’s a good thing, I know that,” you gripe, “but, I don’t know,” you waffle, slightly embarrassed, “I want to show it off, now that you can tell.”

“Show it off all you want,” he drawls, “you look amazing.”

“Oh, of course you would say that.” you chide.

“Of course I would,” he agrees, “but I guarantee that almost every man that sees you is jealous of me.” he smirks.

You blush and wave him off.

“I guess that means I should tell my work, too, so I can talk about time off.” you mention off-handedly.

“Probably not a bad idea,” Jack agrees, catching your hand as you walk by towards your closet and pulling you to stand in between his legs. His hands skim up the sides of your thighs and stay there.

“How much time off do you want to take?” he asks.

“As much as they’ll give me,” you chuckle, “but unfortunately it probably won’t be much.”

“FMLA says 12 weeks.” Jack says.

“Unpaid,” you return, “I can’t not get paid for 3 months.” you gripe.

Jack sighs.

“I think we should talk more about money,” he suggests.

“No,” you say, pulling away from him and walking out of the bedroom, “everything will be fine.” you tell him, not sure if you believe it yourself.

“Money is a big deal,” he argues, trailing after you as you end up in the kitchen. “It doesn’t have to be a hard conversation,” he promises.

“Of course it’s going to be a hard conversation!” you say, voice raising. “I already feel like shit that I have to start applying to daycares if I want to get a spot for a newborn in January!”

Jack sighs, rubbing his eyes in frustration.

“Why haven’t you told me anything about this? I should be helping you with all of this!” he answers, never having heard of the worry plaguing you.

“Because, Jack,” you sigh, “it’s abundantly clear that you make a lot more than me.” you begin getting choked up as you speak, out of embarrassment, guilt, fear; who knows.

“So what!?” he yells. “We figure out how much more I make and we split things based on that!”

“No, Jack.” you disagree, tears now starting to pool in your eyes.

“Honey,” he coos, putting his hands on your shoulders and deciding to take a different approach. “in a perfect world, what would happen?” he asks gently.

“I don’t want to tell you.” you say quietly, looking into his eyes as he grasps you.

“Why not?” he asks.

You bite your lip and look past him, into the living room.

“Because you’ll want to make it happen.”

Jack chuckles, “You’re right. And what’s wrong with that, huh?” he asks, moving his head so that he’s in your line of sight again. “I thought we already had this conversation. Do I need to remind you? You’re mine. I’m yours. We’re doing this together.” he says slowly. “It doesn’t have to be your money and my money. It can be our money, and we do what’s best for us.”

“And that’s so easy for you to say.” you snap. “When you make 80% of it.”

“Who cares!?” he yells, his hands now running through his silver curls in frustration.

“I do!” you return, “I care! Because what happens to me when all this falls apart,” you say gesturing between the two of you, “and everything is on me to figure out?”

The silence that falls over the room is thick with tension. Jack falls into one of your finish chairs and puts his head in his hands.

“I get it.” he finally says. “But I have told you a hundred times that that’s not going to happen.”

“You can’t know that, Jack!” you yell.

“Well I do know that!” he yells back. “I know that you and the baby are the two most important people in my life,” he stresses, “and I am more than willing to fight with you.” he argues. “We can fight, we can disagree, and then we can choose to move forward and figure it out. I don’t know how to get you to believe that I will always choose that.” he says, defeated.

“What do I need to do?” he asks, staring up at you intensely.

Your mouth opens and closes a few times, not knowing an answer.

“Do you want to go to couples therapy, do you want to get married; what would make you believe me?” he asks.

“I don’t know.” you reply quietly.

“Please let me know when you figure it out.” Jack says, standing up from the chair and walking towards the door. “Think about it, let me know, I’ll do whatever. I know it’s hard,” he says while putting on his shoes, clearly about to leave, “but part of you just has to have some faith in me.” he says.

“Lock the door.” he instructs as he opens the door and steps out closing the door behind him.

You watch him go from your window as you start to cry in earnest.

“God, what the fuck is wrong with you,” you mutter to yourself as you watch Jack’s truck pull away.

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[bunnwich]

im so happy that attachment worked! im glad u like the gift, bunny (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

if it's alright with you, i'd love your take again on what conflicts one would have if they were dating leona. after all, relationships aren't perfect and im assuming in the beginning, lots of things could be difficult to manage.

im under the impression leona isn't used to compromising. he's more used to people adjusting for him than the other way around. at least at the start. what other conflicts do you think could arise and how will you get past them?

thank you again, bunn! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) have a great day!

Conflicts When Dating Leona

Hi friend! YES, THIS IS A REALLY INTERESTING QUESTION. First off, I think irl most people have emotional baggage based on trauma, how they grew up, and often, unfortunately, this can get projected onto a partner in their lowest moments. 

I think that there could be some smaller issues that would arise when dating Leona, but I think that depends on what a person can tolerate in a relationship in general, and what each individual can vibe with. We ALL have imperfections, and often in long-term relationships, it comes down to finding someone whose flaws are compatible with your own and being able to balance and nurture each other in healthy ways. Also letting the other person have “ugly” moments and still being able to love them.

Here are a few things I think might come up in a relationship with Leona that could be hard to deal with.

1.) Messy Lifestyle: 

I think Leona is used to others cleaning up after him and making his own meals. It’s not that I think he couldn't do it himself, I think he just chooses not to learn bc of his privilege and the acceptance that his life will "always be like this", so “what’s the point.” He lacks the motivation to improve his life. Half of it, I think, is depression, and the other is…he's just a brat. He's a spoiled rich kid.

So a S/O who comes from a poor or humble background (like Ruggie) or someone with a strict routine (Like Vil)  wouldn't be able to tolerate something like this. I think there's a difference between “dirty” and “messy” and I don’t think he's unhygienic (contrary to old fandom HCs), BUT he IS messy. He’s a complicated man, I think he both cares little about his appearance and cares a lot. Obviously he cares little about wrinkles and buttons, BUT he cares enough to braid his hair and wear flashy jewelry. Though I suppose the fact that he has a deal with Ruggie to care for him and his room, he at least has some standards. He’s a prince!

I do wanna believe (at least in my timeline with Yuu) that Leona learns to live more of a humble life and bonds with the common folk of his kingdom as he takes a job in the community. (Maybe one day he’ll figure out the microwave.)

2.) He Has Toneal Issues/He’s Bossy:

 I think while it may not come from a bad place, Leona tends to think he knows best for everyone. I think he tends to view everything as “big picture”, a chess board, if you will. And he feels as tho he sees everyone clearly (He doesn't), but he feels he does so sometimes while “trying to help you improve” or “giving you advice.” I can see him being a pushy or a know-it-all. And even if coming from a place of “I see your potential and I just want you to be better”, for someone who is more…sensitive, this could be an issue. I can see him having issues sugarcoating things or always using a “nice” tone. It's not that he can't, he just doesn’t mostly. Now, as his S/O I think he is softer on you, but when he gets too stuck in the “mentor Leona” mindset, I can see him being a bit too harsh.

3.) He HATES Being Ignored/Not Listened To:

To kind of go hand in hand with my above point, I think Leona feels as though important people in the past have ignored or not listened to him. And if he feels as though you don't trust, listen or respect him, I can see him getting hung up if in a bad way, OR projecting this past pain onto a partner. Again, this wouldn’t be all the time bc I choose to believe Leona is a self-aware person. Based on the reflections we’ve seen in Chapter 2 light novel and his Chapter 7 dream. HE KNOWS HE'S KINDA A MESS. But, if he feels as though he’s not receiving “adequate attention,” I can see him being a bit clingy or overbearing. We ALL have insecurities, and I firmly believe that nurturing each other’s inner child in a relationship can be key, so making sure he feels like he takes a high precedence in your life is very important to him, considering how highly he would think of you. 

4.) Letting Him Be Right (Sometimes):

Futhermore, Leona is VERY opinionated and I think that while he needs a strong personality to square up with him, you might need to pick your battles and let him take that mentor role he loves so much. He’s got a bit of an ego, and I think he values his intelligence and thrives on the idea of being a caretaker and giving advice. So when he sees others take his advice and “need” him, he feels valued and validated. I do firmly believe in caretaker Leona. He’s smart enough to know when you got this and when to step back. He loves that you're independent! (He wouldn’t choose you if you weren't tough.) BUT, he does like to be needed by you. And if he’s having a low point, I can see this popping up from time to time as a point of frustration for him.

5.) Mood Swings/Clinginess

I do think that once he is invested in someone, all of his insecurities about being needed and wanted will surface. He wants to feel acknowledged by you, to be reassured that you love him. You DON’T have to worship the ground he walks on, but since you would be one of the closest, if not the closest to him, that can be a heavy burden to bare. He can be moody and will need reassurance, even if he doesn’t know how to ask, but he acknowledges himself in Chapter 7 that he “craves attention” more than most. This sort of codependency could be too much for someone who is easily overwhelmed.

Leona’s got Flaws, but He’d Never Stop Trying Being the Best For You.

I think it is a bit of a taboo subject in a way, but dating/marrying someone with deep trauma or a mental illness is NOT always easy. They can sometimes act in ways that are unfair to you based on their trauma, and working out a healthy balance can be hard. I like to read Leona as mature and self-aware, and so I think with time and patience, he would learn how to balance his emotions and keep himself in check with his partner. He’s used to being alone, so it might take a little getting used to. Even so, he’d always apologize (despite what people think). A serious relationship would be all-encompassing to him, and he considers you a “team.” I do think that through disagreements and even fights, Leona would be surprisingly easy to talk to after or through it. He’s logical and empathetic in his own right. 

I think that when ppl “give Leona” flaws, they usually go the “he's aloof.” or “he cares but he's never says I love you out loud" route. And meh, I just don't believe in a SERIOUS established relationship, Leona would be “low-key.” about anything. It would be very apparent how much he loves you. He would never want you to feel how he did. Contrary to popular HC, I don't believe he would have an issue saying how much he loves you either. He's just a bit of a grump and can be a handful. “Mm, I'm sorry. Truly. You know your Lion loves ya.”

That's just what I think anyway, and what I HC! Thank you for your ask!! This was a really interesting one to unpack! I love the subject of imperfect love and relationships bc I feel like it's such a nuanced subject that isn’t brought up a lot. AND THANK YOU AGAIN FOR YOUR ART I LOVE IT SM! 💚💚💚

[whatup345]

HIII! Again about the robot/ghost Leo idea <<<3 Sorry it took me so long to respond to this, I promise I didn't forget about this AU!!! And I'm sorry to anyone who moved on from this AU, because I have THOUGHTS, and y'all are now my captive audience /hj

First of all, anyone can write a fic based off this, as long as they credit me! And PLEASE lmk if you're writing a fic about my ideas, because I want to see all of it <3

So about the concept. I have SO MANY ideas for this AU, haha. You guys are all free to interpret the original idea in your own ways, but this is just what I thought up for the plotline:

So in the original idea, Leo actually isn't aware that he's a ghost, like, AT ALL. The reason is that he's supposed to be kinda semiconscious; he understands that something has changed since the Kraang Invasion, but he's not lucid enough to wrap his head around the concept of being dead. This impacts his behavior a lot, because he's not really in control of himself or his powers. Leo doesn't mean any harm, but he often ends up causing chaos or hurting his loved ones, just because he's not aware of his own actions. Nothing makes sense to him while he's in this half-dead state, which leads him to making a ton of awful choices out of confusion or distress.

At first, I think Leo doesn't really mean to possess the robot. He sees it as a kind of gift from Donnie- after all, the robot is literally built in Leo's image, so Leo decides that it must be his robot, for him to use however he wants. Leo basically claims the robot as his possession from day one. And since the robot is "his", Leo sees that as permission to basically practice his powers on the thing, by making it move, bypassing the AI, etc. Only after a while of this does Leo really possess the robot, and he starts using it to interact with his family and loved ones.

This is where things start going wrong. Over time, Leo gets really attached to the robot body. He sees it as not only a way to interact with his brothers, but also a sign of how much his brothers love him. After all, Donnie was the one who built this robot, allowing Leo to talk with his family for the first time in months. Again, Leo isn't aware of his own death, nor does he realize that this robot was just meant as a TEMPORARY coping mechanism. Leo is really happy with Donnie for building the robot, and he eventually starts to see the machine as just an extension of his own body. And when said body is destroyed, you had best believe Leo is not pleased.

I think it was ultimately Donnie's choice to destroy the robot, as a sort of catharsis. I don't think Leo did one big thing to upset anyone, rather, I think Donnie was growing tired of the robot in general. It would be a few months after Leo's death at this point, and the robot would start to grow less comforting for Donnie, even if it weren't acting weird. In Donnie's eyes, destroying the robot was a way to move on and accept Leo's death, instead of relying on a machine to try and replace his brother. Sure, he could just power off the robot, but it was more cathartic for him to destroy it himself, showing that he didn't need the thing to comfort him any more. Unfortunately, Leo did NOT agree with this plan.

When the robot is destroyed, Leo sees it as a HUGE betrayal. Like I said, he's not really aware of the full situation, so he completely misunderstands Donnie's reasons for destroying the robot. He sees it not as Donnie throwing out a piece of machinery, but as Donnie rejecting Leo. Not to mention, this completely cuts him off from his family, right after Leo got used to interacting with them in a semi-normal way. Leo is immediately overwhelmed with the emotions of it all, and his distress overrides whatever remains of his reasoning. It all leaves him angry and scared and completely irrational.

Leo becomes desperate to regain the attention of his brothers. A part of him wants to get back at them for rejecting him, (especially Donnie), but a bigger part of him just wants his brothers to see him again. He wants their attention, and he starts to try and get that attention in any way possible. He doesn't mean to haunt them, but that is absolutely what happens. Leo needs his brothers to see that he's there, but he doesn't understand why they look so scared every time he manages to get through to them.

That's basically how the original idea would play out if I expanded it into a full length story. I do have some more ideas for how exactly Leo would haunt his brothers (Shelldon? Mind meld?), but that's essentially what I thought up for the base plot. If you guys had different interpretations, you could totally do that too though!

Anyway if you like this idea PLEASE interact or ask questions, lol. Thanks if you read this far!!!

Little idea I just had:

After Leo's tragic death, Donnie builds a robot that looks just like Leo (like in all those fanfics). The twist? Leo's actual spirit possesses the robot.

At first, Leo's ghost can't do much. He's weak, and so the robot just follows its intended programming while Leo goes along for the ride. But slowly, as Leo gets used to his new existence, he learns to override the robot's AI, and basically use the robot as a new body. But, there's a problem.

Leo's brothers don't know that the robot is possessed. So when Leo starts to disobey the robot's programming, it causes issues. Donnie barely convinced the family to let him undertake this project, and now, his robot is getting far too invasive, clinging to it's "brothers" even when explicitly commanded not to. Of course, this is just Leo trying to interact with his family after being thrust into the spirit realm. But in everyone else's eyes, it's a weird and creepy robot, with faulty AI that can't understand boundaries.

Finally, Donnie has enough. The robot crosses a line, so Donnie takes it out into a sewer tunnel and destroys it, smashing it into scrap metal. The family is glad to be rid of the thing, which they began to see as a flawed coping mechanism. But Leo's spirit still clings to the robot.

And Leo is terrified. He doesn't understand what happened, or why Donnie would do something like that to him. Leo had been using the robot to live a second life, to speak and move freely, to talk with his family. And once Donnie destroys the robot, that is all ripped from him. Without a vessel to ground him in the mortal world, Leo is forced back into the spirit realm, separated from his brothers all over again, rejected by his family. And in his confusion, Leo gets angry.

Strange little things start to happen in the lair. People get calls that just play static, mystic powers fail more often than usual, Donnie's tech malfunctions. It's weird, but no one minds too much.

Then, one day, Donnie walks into his lab, to see Leo's robot, sitting on the table. It's perfectly repaired, to the extent that no one could even tell it was broken in the first place. It's eyelights are on, and it slowly looks up at Donnie.

"I hate you," It says in a perfect copy of Leo's voice. "I hate you."

And for the first time since his robot was finished, Donnie understands that something is very, very wrong.

[forsaken-headcanons]

✨️ anon back at it again because they've stockpiled hcs for way too long whilst waiting for the askbox to open, may be a little outdated (If you saw me posting this in a certain discord server before then shh 🤫🤫)

Random hc time! (Tw: Suicide + implied murder near the end)

-> 007n7, 118o8, and 226w6(is that their name?) have pixel voices and use their respective gui as a dialogue box! (Ex: undertale/deltarune dialogue)

^^ But 007n7, mid-forsaken, created a command so that he can have a voice. Unfortunately it's a little bit-crushed since his abilities are limited, but it gets the job done. This does make him a little more tired since it takes up a lot of energy so he only uses the command when needed

-> c00lkidd knows sign language! He practiced real hard on it so that his dad wouldn't have to type out all of his responses just to talk to him. He uses that knowledge to chat with Jason!

-> 1x1x1x1's voice is heavily bitcrushed during rounds, but is slightly clearer when they're outside of rounds/not actively killing the survivors. If you listen closely, you'd be able to pick up on an accent (up to you to decide on what that accent is, I personally think it'd be funny for them to have a cockney accent lol)

-> John Doe has a ring attached to a necklace that he keeps safe at all times. He doesn't remember why it holds so much importance, but he still takes care of it anyway as it's the only link he has to his past.

^^ Additionally, Jane Doe is mainly seen with her ring in the lobby. She takes care of it to the best of her ability to keep his memory alive. She does remove it when doing certain tasks to avoid it getting scratched

-> The killers occasionally huddle around for "game night" to decide the order of killers for the upcoming rounds. It's mainly games between c00lkidd, Jason, 1x, and John Doe (with a little help since corrupted body and stuff), but they occasionally play team games with the rest of their "counterparts" (skins). Monopoly is banned as a game suggestion due to a few unnamed incidents and a hole in the wall inside of their shared cabin

-> Unreleased killers can spectate the rounds to get a grasp on the survivors' skillsets. The only problem is that they don't know what they'll be capable of when it'll be their turn

-> 007n7 and Noob bond over their shared love for vocaloid. He shows Noob "classic" songs whilst they show 07 the more "modern" songs. If they had access to the internet, they would've sent mv links to eachother every day for the other person to listen to

-> Vanity Jason's first appearance was a big shock to Noob. They got distracted the entire round because "BUTCHER'S VANITY REFERENCE?!?!"

-> Similarly, Jason was distracted when they first saw Party Noob's outfit. They then spent the rest of the round talking (well, one talking while the other signing) about scene and Jason proceeded to wear the scenecore outfit during their next round. Noob loved the outfit :>

-> 007n7's music taste is worrying. Not in the freaky or scary way, moreso in the "do you need a hug?" kind of way. Its not obvious at first since most of it is in a foreign language (ref to my multiligual 07 hc) but if you search up the meanings of the songs there you'd be concerned with how depressing they can get.

-> Shedletsky struggles with negative emotions. He thought he could get rid of all that hatred and wrath by storing it in another vessel, but it only made things worse. He constantly wonders why he continues to have some sort of hatred left inside of him, but what he forgot is that hatred for oneself exists and it will continue to gnaw at his mind with each passing day until there's nothing left.

-> 007n7 flinches at the sounds of Chance's gun as it reminds him of his last "good" decision before being forsaken'd. He also isn't great with loud noises because of it.

^^ "Good" because all he could see was how people hated him and would rather see him dead, and for once he agreed with them and he made it happen.

-> Two Time can never rest, as every time they close their eyes all they can see is them watching, looking at them, asking them why'd they go through with it. "Are you happy with the results, my dear Nightshade?"

^^ They have to bandage their hands constantly because all they can see is their blood. No matter how much they wash and how hard they scrub at them it's still there.

-> Taph has nightmares, constantly. They keep dreaming about the mobs that criticise their works, how they intend to harm them, and how they wish they didn't exist. They never say anything because, well, they can't. No amount of sign language and emojis can explain what's going on in that guy's head.

-> Angst aside, Chance names his coin Ace because they think it makes it more special and lucky :D

- ✨️ [this is your reminder to take a break once in a while! Don't rush ^-^]

"my dear nightshade" ✨ anon when we get you

dialogue boxes for the trio of parents is so cool oml?? bit-crushed 7n7 and 1x1x1x1 our beloved. just wait til noob discovers loveshot dusekkar.

AWH TAPH :(

chance when his coin named "ace" gives him weakness CLLLLLX before 1 charge:

[starkeyvhs]

In the Cameron family, who are the parents' favorites or are the children the mother's child or the father's?

I think Sage is Rafe's favorite because she is the only girl and causes the least amount of trouble.

well, dad and momma do say that they don’t have any favorites but, come on, yes they do.

firstly, with dad, yes you’re right! he does have a special attachment to sage! growing up, she was never a bother to any of her parents about anything. and she’s also not been the type of girl to mingle around with boys, but still, rafe is super protective of her. but yes, unfortunately, she does sometimes get overlooked, because again, her parents don’t have to bother for anything in her case, and well, sometimes that causes her to disappear into the background and no one realises.

with momma, she loves all her kids equally yes, but when leo was born she was attached to her first baby boy. she still loves him so much, even though he got distracted as he grew up and putting him back on track was dad’s job. but, momma loves baby orion. unlike most of the kids his age, orion does not go around demanding for his own phone or an ipad. he’s an outdoorsy, creative kid and momma loves to spend time with him.

momma also really loves sage. but sage while growing up hasn’t shown much interest in makeup, boys, outfits etc, and sometimes momma feels sad about it, because she thought she and her daughter will spend time together on these things. nevertheless, she is proud of her daughter, and loves to see her bring in so many achievements into the family.

send in any asks/reqs/hcs for the cameron family!

[belowablue]

Some Help - James Potter/Sirius Black x Reader

Good morning, good afternoon and good night I have some smut here for you. Special shoutout to Preacher's Daughter for being today's soundtrack.

MDNI

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James was quietly brooding in a corner of the Gryffindor common room, a victory party in full swing. Unfortunately for James that victory had come at the cost of his ribs; turns out barrelling into Ravenclaw’s chasers to distract their seeker from seeing the snitch had unforeseen consequences. 

Shifting his weight, he winced as pain raced through the right side of his torso. Madam Pomfrey had been unable to do much about the bruising that now covered a decent half of his chest and he was just now understanding how limiting this injury would be. Not quidditch, no, he wasn’t upset at that - okay maybe a little, but the much bigger, much more glaringly obvious consequence was his lack of mobility. His grip on his mug of butterbeer tightened as he stared over at you, sat in a warped circle of friends next to the fire, cheeks flushed, eyes shining brightly at Sirius’s latest joke. 

How was he supposed to fuck you silly if he could hardly move? He huffed, his eyebrows drawing even closer together as he pondered this very annoying obstacle. Slowly, his eyes slid from you to the boy sat next to you. James’ brow cleared. Yes, Godric it was so obvious. Who else did he trust that much?

Sirius’ lips met yours hungrily, as one hand groped your tit over your bra. You kissed him back eagerly, ignoring your moody boyfriend huddled in the corner, staring at you like a pervert. When he suggested the idea to you two, James didn’t know just how pissed off he would be at watching you two get off without being able to join in himself. Still, as long as you were happy.

You gasped lightly as Sirius attached himself to your neck, the hand that had been preoccupied with your boob made it’s way slowly down over your stomach and abdomen to reach your core. Still sucking at the sensitive spot near your ear, he inched your skirt up until it was bunched around your waist, you lifted your hips to help, and was now running two fingers gently over your underwear. “Sirius” you gasped, “Sirius please- ”. He sniggered and leaned up to your ear, whispering “I love hearing how desperate you are doll”, simultaneously shifting your panties aside so he could touch your skin. You decided there and then that you’d never shut up if it meant he kept touching you. 

His face came hazily into view, hovering over you as his fingers found your clit. You moaned and he cooed at you, mockingly but you didn’t have the mind to register it. “Feels nice puppy?”, you nodded dreamily back as your eyes half-closed, feeling his fingers sliding through your folds, cold rings sending shivers up your spine. “You’re so wet for me,” he said with delight, staring at James now, just to let him know. James scowled back, arms crossed, hunched in his chair. Sirius was just opening his mouth to brag again when he heard your request for “more please Siri.” How could he ignore you with manners like that? 

He took his hand off you, which you whined at, but it was only so he could move down you to lie between your legs, tugging at your underwear as he went. He pulled them down and off, throwing them blindly in James’ direction. He heard scuffling and a quiet shit behind him and knew James had lunged forward to scoop your panties up, pain be damned, desperate to be included. Sirius turned his attention back to the main event. Resting his head on your inner thigh, he brought his left hand up to rub your clit, while his right one went down to your entrance. He was very pleased at the amount of slick there, a clear sign you were as into this as he was. He teased you for a second or two, before slowly pushing a finger in. You sighed dreamily, one hand reaching down to hold onto his hair, the other reaching out for James. Of course, that boy can’t deny you anything, so he came forward to kneel next to the bed, hand slipping into yours. You laced your fingers contentedly as you gratefully stroked Sirius’ hair. 

Said boy had set up a steady rhythm of pumping his finger in and out of you and rubbing delicious circles on your clit. He was watching you fixedly for any signs of discomfort as he introduced a second finger, curling them up with every thrust. Your loud moan told him you were just fine. He sped up as your moans began to build, eager to make you cum. James apparently was also just as eager, instructing Sirius to “keep going”, he said, “she’ll cum soon”. Sirius glared up at James, snapping back “I could have told you that”. James scowled right back down at his best friend, about to retaliate when you interrupted their little spat by coming apart loudly on Sirius’ fingers.

Back arched, head thrown back in the throngs of pleasure, eyes squeezing closed like your thighs. Your moans filled the dorm as both boys admired the sight before them. Sirius kept moving his fingers, kept rubbing against your sensitive walls to prolong your ecstasy, until you were babbling at him to stop. He wore a proud smirk on his face as he pulled away from you, offering the fingers that were inside you to James. Still scowling, he sucked Sirius’ cum coated fingers into his mouth, just to get a taste of what he couldn’t have. 

“All ready for me doll?” Sirius asked as he undid his belt. You nodded, half in a dream, floating in pleasure. James squeezed your hand reassuringly and you just managed to squeeze back before Sirius, kneeling now, rubbed the head of his cock up and down your pussy, coating himself in your release. You brought one leg up to wrap around his hip and push him forward into you. The noises you two made as he slowly sank into your warm, wet cunt, not stopping until his hips were flush with yours. 

James was watching you carefully for any signs of discomfort, but you were having the time of your life with Sirius’ cock inside you. It wasn’t everyday that your boyfriend let you fuck his best friend because he was incapacitated so you were determined to enjoy it. Sirius set a moderate pace, savouring the feeling of you gripping him whilst getting a stunning view of your bouncing tits. “Fuck James”, he said with a half groan “can’t believe you get to do this- her, whenever you want”, jealously leaked into his words, which had James on the alert. “Don’t you fucking forget it” he replied, watching you lovingly.

“OhmyfuckinggodSirius” you moaned as his thrusts sped up, chasing his own orgasm. James, catching on, frowned and reached down to rub your clit just the way you liked it. You barely had time to smile dazedly at him, so grateful, before Sirius was cursing loudly, ropes of cum filling you. He was already wound so fucking tight watching you cum earlier and then the way you clenched around him when your boyfriend rubbed you and then way you moaned his name- it was all just too much. 

You sighed contentedly, expecting Sirius to pull out but, to your great surprise, he only went faster, driving himself into overstimulation in order to make you cum. He hunched over you, eyes screwed tight shut, determination written all over his face, but of course; he had a reputation to uphold. The increase in speed, mixed with Jamie’s fingers on you was enough to send you squealing into your own orgasm, legs clenching around his hips, James' praises filling your ears.

Once you had both stilled, James was quick to capture your attention, kissing you zealously, one hand on your jaw to turn your face towards him, still squeezing your other hand tight. Pulling back, he asked “how was that lovie?”. He waited expectantly and, though he showed it less, so did Sirius. The Casanova of Gryffindor tower was waiting for his latest review. 

You smiled angelically up at him. 

“Perfect Jamie” 

Needless to say, Sirius didn’t shut up about that review for weeks.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sometimes I wonder if I overuse italics for unimportant things, then I remember I have free will. Also I think word count was about 1.3k, exciting!

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #48

Grandpa

Imagine dis…

This inspired my fridge being full again, here’s a flash back

Me: Thanks for treating me at my favorite restaurant, Grandpa, but you really don't have to do this every time I visit your house.

Grandpa: Don't worry about it, kid.

Me: I'm *realage*, definitely not a kid, Grandpa...

Grandpa: As long as you're not in your 30s yet, you're still a kid. Come on, pick whatever dessert you want, it's on me.

Me: No thanks, I'm saving up for a special treat.

Grandpa: Didn't you hear me, brat? (fondly) I said it's on me. And what treat are you saving up for? Did my daughter didn’t gave you enough pocket money again?

Me: No, it's not like that, Grandpa. You and Mom give me plenty. It's just that there's this *brand* I've been dying to get ever since I first tried it, so I'm saving up to buy it.

*a few months later*

Me: MAAAAAA!

Mom: What's wrong, honey?

Me: Why is there a bunch of *brand* in the fridgeeee? These are expensive!

*I said as I look at the prices on my phone, fearing I missed some sort of discount for buying in bulk.*

Mom: Dad apparently wanted to try some ever since he saw it in a commercial and bought too many. He sent some extras here...

Me: *Takes a long inhale* AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

….…..

We all have that grandfather. The one who insists he doesn’t play favorites but then turns around and gives one grandchild a thousand dollars for Christmas, claiming it’s because, “Well, I can’t take it with me when I’m dead, might as well spend it on something cute now.” It’s a universal experience. And apparently, not even death—or undeath—exempts you from it.

For the past month, Danny's friends had been roasting him relentlessly over one singular fact: Clockwork spoils him rotten.

Danny, of course, denies it. Danny, ever the tired, oblivious little disaster of a ghost prince, insists Clockwork treats him like any other unfortunate intern-slash-trainee. If anything, he argues, Clockwork enjoys his suffering. After all, no spoiled child would be forced to sit through two-hour lectures on the political structure of the Realm of Screeching Mirrors or solve time-based equations that make mortal physics cry. And yet, somehow, every time he finishes school and is already dead tired—pun intended—he gets yeeted straight into another lesson about interdimensional algebra that makes even Jazz’s nerdy heart weep.

Sam, Tucker, and Jazz just sit there and stare at him like he’s trying to convince them the sky isn’t blue. Even Dan, actual chaotic/ genocidal menace of the Ghost Zone, released on royal bail with a community service contract (a.k.a. babysitting duty), had the gall to grimace at the blatant favoritism. Ellie just nodded and made snide bets on how long it would take before Danny noticed Clockwork had been rigging his ghost-life like a doting stage mom.

It didn’t stop there either. Apparently, somewhere along the line, Pandora decided to become the wine aunt—but instead of wine and passive-aggressive casserole recipes, she sent weaponized care packages. Need a broadsword that sings show tunes when swung? Pandora’s got it. She once gave Danny a dagger made from the crystallized screams of vanquished tyrants. When asked why, she simply said, “To keep your mortals on their toes.”

Then there was Frostbite. Calm, collected, soothing Frostbite… who also happened to be the kind of uncle who would knit you a blanket and throw a car at anyone who made you cry. He’d once paused a global summit in the Far Frozen to deliver Danny a scarf because he “looked a bit chilly” during said meeting. The scarf was bulletproof. And sentient.

Everyone saw it. Everyone. The entire inner circle of Danny's life treated it like the worst-kept secret in all of ghostdom. Sam tried reasoning with him. Tucker built a PowerPoint. Jazz made pie charts, actual pie charts, trying to explain the psychological indicators of excessive grandparental attachment. Danny? Still blissfully in denial.

Which was funny, considering Clockwork literally paused time every night so Danny could get his eight hours. And occasionally twelve. Or fourteen. There were also the little notes left in Danny’s backpack: “Don’t forget your lunch, also destroy that wraith behind locker 307, it’s giving off bad vibes. Love, C.W.” Or, you know, when certain bullies AHEM GIW agents that are more on the violent and competent side AHEM mysteriously disappeared from time itself. Not dead, not missing, just never existed in the first place. Suspiciously convenient.

Still, Danny remained oblivious. Ranting about how Clockwork just gave him more work while his friends sat in the background, watching the temporal equivalent of a dad saying “I’m not mad, just disappointed” and rewriting history to give his grandson fewer childhood traumas.

Things only got worse when Phantom officially joined the Justice League Dark. The invitation had been pending for months. After all, there was only so long the League could ignore the literal child-shaped ghost who kept single-handedly neutralizing League-level threats in a small Midwest town like it was his weekend hobby. The Dark team, especially Constantine and Zatanna, had begrudgingly accepted him after witnessing him pull obscure banishment spells from memory, casually referencing ancient ghost kings as if he had lunch with them last week. (He probably did.)

Thanks to Phantom, the League Dark's solved-case rate skyrocketed. Not that Danny bragged about it. No, he just muttered quiet “thank-yous” to Clockwork for teaching him spells like “Ecto-Spatial Reversal via Reverse-Entropy” and “Don’t Touch That You Idiot, It Bites.”

Things were going smoothly—until a group of Green Lanterns arrived with bad news: a planet eater had been spotted in their quadrant. Immediate panic, of course. Superman went into overdrive, Batman did his usual dramatic scowl, and Phantom… winced.

Hard.

He doubled over slightly, one hand pressed to his core, face pale and wide-eyed. The room turned quiet as Danny muttered something garbled, a soft, vibrating cry that made Constantine drop his cigarette and Doctor Fate slowly turn his helmeted head.

What most of the League didn’t know—what even Danny barely acknowledged—was that as a newly ascended Ancient of Space (thanks, Ghost Zone promotions), he could feel his creations. And he had just started experimenting with creating baby planets for fun. Tiny, floating ball worlds full of pink sand, purple skies, and slow-beeping space whales. He’d named one of them “Steve.”

And now? Steve was gone.

That warbled noise he let out? Not pain. Not warning.

It was a cosmic tantrum.

And the moment he wailed, the pen sitting at the edge of the conference table froze in mid-air. Time literally stuttered. The League stood frozen. Until a massive, glowing portal sliced open behind Danny with the sound of a very irritated and blood thirsty grandfather clock chiming, who knew a grandfather clock can make such ominous chime.

Out came a giant ghost cloaked in deep violet robes, staff glowing ominously, red eyes glaring holes through the League. Every hero present snapped into defense mode—Superman rose into the air, Wonder Woman readied her lasso, Batman reached for seventeen gadgets at once.

And Phantom?

Phantom flung himself at the terrifying ghost like a toddler reunited with their favorite plushie after a week of laundry day. The tears started flowing as he began incoherently babbling about Steve and planet goo and how he worked really hard on making the gravity work this time, and now it’s gone, Grandpa, it’s gone!

Clockwork, for his part, gently patted Danny on the head and offered a soft “There, there. Let’s go home. I have cookies. And cocoa. With extra marshmallows.”

Danny nodded miserably, clutching his mentor like the universe had wronged him personally—which, in fairness, it kind of had. The two vanished into the portal, and just like that, time resumed. The pen hit the floor with a sharp clack.

The Justice League stared in stunned silence.

And then, just a beat too late, the Flash burst in with a stack of nachos, four Slurpees, and a hot dog sticking out of his hair.

Flash blinked at the scattered papers, frazzled League members, and the faint, lingering smell of cinnamon cookies. Batman said nothing. Constantine just lit another cigarette.

…..

 PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

[tobeafangirl]

forbidden; feelings

Words: 3,272 Rating: M - language, smut (unprotected car sex), angst (super tiny fight), fluff Type: Harry Styles x Reader Part I ❀ Masterlist ❀ Requests ❀

“Don’t look at me like that.” You watched as Harry smiled hazily, his eyes trailing down your body. “Like what?” There was that voice, so soft and rugged, sending chills down your spine. “You know what like, and put some damn pants on, would you?” You sat up, quick to put your shirt on. 

It was almost 8AM, which meant it was almost time for school. This has become a little too normal for you. It always started with a late-night text which turned into stumbling into bedrooms and landing on either yours or his bed. Although, you couldn’t say that you weren’t having fun. That this hadn’t become a favorite reoccurrence of yours. He was not going to let you go that easily though, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you back into the bed, his lips automatically attaching themselves to your neck, a whimper was to follow. 

“Harry.” Your voice was stern, and his laugh against your skin caused you to shudder. “That’s not normally how you say my name baby.” You cursed yourself and you wiggled your way out from under him, his head hanging low in defeat. “School. We have that. Get dressed.” You wanted no more than to skip school for the day, hell, the week and just be in Harry arms but reality was a problem and unfortunately you lived in it.

“Not even a hand job?” He protested as he began to get dressed, you sighed. How was he the one you found attractive? There were other cute boys who weren’t so, well, Harry. It had to be those damn eyes, he could make any girl weak with just a look and you had fallen victim to that. Part of you didn’t mind. “Well since you said it like that, no.” You smirked, biting down on your lip as you opened his door and made your way downstairs. You were thankful his mum had started working a late shift at her job, it worked better for you to come to Harry versus him trying to come to your house. 

Also, it meant that you didn’t have to keep silent, because that was such a problem with him. It should be illegal. You could hear Harry trailing behind you as he made his way down the stairs as well. This was the worst part of the day, when you two got into separate cars and arrived at school at the same time but never with each other. It was not that what was going on between you two was a secret, no, it couldn’t be. Not with the way Harry would grab you in the hallway in front of everyone, kissing you against the nearest locker without caring who saw. It's just that, you weren’t together. Not in a relationship. Just hooking up. However you want to say it, it was not where you wanted to be, but you were too busy being happy with just being somewhere, you hardly noticed.

He had also broken up with his girlfriend, or well, maybe she just got the hint? Regardless, if he was asked about her, he just shrugged. 

Zayn was leaning against your locker waiting for you. This was a new thing but a frequent thing. It was like he took turns, one day at Harry locker and another at yours. Like a kid going between divorced parents. “Please do not give me any details.” He said when you were close enough to hear him. 

“Gross – Wait, does Harry give you details?” Zayn shrugged at your question. “He’s getting laid, it’s a guy thing.” You made a face of disgust. “A guy thing that I will be bringing up the next time I see him.” You couldn’t say you were surprised. Not that you minded Harry telling Zayn because you could understand that, but it better be to Zayn and Zayn only or you and he were going to have more issues than you already did. 

“If you beat him up, can I watch?” Zayn smiled as you grabbed the things you needed from your locker. “You could, but honestly it would probably just turn into a whole make-out session and once we kiss, eh, you can figure out the rest.” You two began to walk towards your first class, passing by Harry in the process. He smirked at you, but you gave him a stern look in return. That look was met with a confused one from him, but you hid your smile as you changed your attention back on Zayn who was ranting about how Kira had yet to text him back from yesterday. Boys, they are all just a bunch of girls.

Lunch time came quickly, and you were met with the accusing eyes of Harry at your usual table. This was one of the highlights of the new part, you two ate together, with Zayn of course, but still together. “What?” You asked, sitting your tray down of food that you probably weren’t going to touch but Harry would eat from eventually. “What was that look from earlier?” He was leaning into the table, his voice hushed like he was telling you a secret, it was almost as if he was worried, but you played it off. 

You looked at him amused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He leaned back, eyes knowing as he nodded. “Are you sure about that?” And there were those eyes again, deep and dark and ready to pounce. “Pretty sure.” You concluded. “It’s the love birds, looking like they are about to eat each other’s face off, do you mind if I eat first because I want to be able to keep it all down.” You could hear Zayn talking, but your eyes didn’t leave Harry, as if you two were five having the most intense staring contest. 

“Yeah that’s great, Zayn” Harry stood, giving you a look before walking to a place you were all too familiar with. You got up and followed pursuit. “And you two are leaving, okay.” Zayn was left nodding to himself as you followed Harry to the gym.

As soon as the door closed his lips were on yours, frantic just like prom night. You two had only been in here one time after prom, this place just brought back memories. A gym room storage closet, how romantic. His hands were already traveling up your shirt, quick and in a rush. “So, is Zayn going to find out about this too?” You asked in a breathless manner, his lips were now on your neck leaving a spot for you to cover up later. 

“So, there is something bothering you.” And for the first time Harry stopped. Stopped kissing, hands idle, shocked would be an understatement. “No – no.” You tried to reassure, to resume what had stopped, but he wasn’t quite done. “I’ll keep our sex capades between us for now on, if you want.” This was a serious Harry, a Harry that most people probably didn’t know existed. Well, maybe Zayn, but that’s about it. “Uh – Yeah?” It came out as a question, all because you were very confused. It's not like Harry didn’t care but, well, he didn’t care. “Okay, now take that shirt off princess, we only have fifteen minutes left.” And he was back in a blink of an eye.

***

It was a few days later and you were in your room arguing with your friend. She had agreed to go on a date with a guy from school, and he was bringing a friend. You were slumped over your bed, hanging upside down like a bat as she explained why it was completely okay if you go, you know, as just a ‘friend’. “Harry is great, yes. You two are cute but let’s be honest. You two are not together and so why should you sit at home alone on a Friday night when you can be with your friend and a potentially cute guy? What if we go and you have a great time. Then you can be in an actual relationship instead of well, a sexual one.” 

You never wanted to yell at someone as much as you wanted to yell at her right now. However, a part of you knew she was right, you just sat here on weekends, waiting for late-night calls. It was time to be a teenager, have fun for once. Maybe not to the point of something happening with this mystery guy but just to go out. “Okay, but this isn’t a date. This is me going out for the weekend. Just a little fun. So, don’t get this guy's hopes up. Deal?” Your friend squealed at your response “Deal!”

Around an hour after getting ready your phone rang. You didn’t think much about it until Harry's name popped up on display. That was weird, it was way too early for him to call, his mum still had to be home. And Harry was not the type to call to ‘chat’ for a little while. 

You answered hesitantly, “Hello?” The confusion was strong in your voice and he could tell that as his laughter rang through. “Hi, gorgeous.” That was a new one, but not unlike Harry. You took a seat on your bed, smiling to yourself. “What do I owe this pleasure?” You would play his little game. Besides you had plans and you weren’t one to cancel, so turning down whatever sex-offer you received would be fun, and it would make more fun for later. 

“Are you busy?” There was a hint of something in his voice, a kind of tone you didn’t pick up on. “Why? Has your dad left already?” Another laugh. “No, he is roaming in the kitchen. Nah, I thought uh – maybe you could come over early? I’m sure we can find something to do until he leaves.” Did Harry want you to come over and hang out? Just like, be in each other’s presents with clothes on?

You and Harry had conversation before, it was not just sex all the time, but it was a majority of the time. “Oh. I kind of told my friend I’d hang out with her. I think we are going to that stupid shake place that just opened. I can totally cancel though, it’s not a big deal.” It really was not a big deal, you would rather spend your time with Harry, although part of you did not believe you were admitting that. Even to yourself. “No, you go ahead, have fun. I’ll still see you tonight though, right?” He sounded a little defeated, but you tried to let it slide. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

***

So far, your night was not going so well. This guy was clingy and didn’t understand this was a lack of a date. He had his arm around you, and you’ve had to have shrugged it off at least ten times now. It wasn’t that he was not a nice guy, he seemed great, but you could not get Harry off your mind and honestly would rather be with him at this moment. 

“(Y/N), what are you doing? At least act like you’re having a good time!” You’ve heard this at least three times from your friend, so you turned to have a casual conversation with the boy next to you. It was a nice break, turning to look at him got his arm off your shoulder, but still seemed to entertain him properly. 

”Seems like you guys are having a good time.” That voice was familiar, and it caused you to sit up straight. You slowly turned around and your face met with Harry. “Hey.” Your voice was soft, lost, but Harry did nothing but nod. He looked hurt, something you never thought you would see on his face, something you never wanted to see on his face again. 

“Have a good night.” He said simply, turning and walking away from you. “Wait.” Confusion was plastered on your face, a new constant reaction to everything that was Harry. Without thinking you got up and followed him outside, the rain was pouring, and you were unsure of when it started.

“Harry!” You shouted after him and he turned to face you quickly, face pulling tightly in hurt as he pointed towards the door behind you. “What the hell was that?” He was obviously mad, and you knew why, you weren’t stupid, but it still didn’t make perfect sense. “What are you talking about?” You stayed quiet, voice still soft, he has enough anger in him for the both of you. 

“You’re in there with some guy, basically on a date – have you, have you been seeing him this whole time? Is this –” He motioned between the two of you “Just something on the side.” Your head was in a rush, mind absent as you could not gather your thoughts. “Do you really think that of me? That I would do that? Are you kidding me?” 

It was your turn to be mad. “I don’t know what I think of you right now. You know I thought we were getting along, having a good time. Thought you were different.” Your eyebrows knitted together at his words. Have you just been confused all along? “You can’t do that. You can’t turn this all around as if I am the problem. Commitment has never been your thing, I knew that coming into this. You can't just flip the script on me without a warning. I don’t know what you want.”

“What do I want? What do I want?” His voice was softer now, and it was because he was so close. This was the first time you really looked at him. The rain was cascading down his face, his hair flat against his forehead. But those eyes stayed sharp as they bore into your soul. You wondered how you looked in his eyes and if he found you as beautiful and you did him. 

“I want you.” Those were words you often heard come out of Harry's mouth, but not in that way. 

It was much more than lust, you would even go as far as to say this boy was smitten with you. It made you smile as you felt familiar strong hands wrap around you, bringing you into a kiss that embodied much more passion than it should have. You whimpered, body going weak as his tongue wasted no time in entering your mouth, exploring hungerly. You kissed back with every particle of you, pressing your body into his as if you were trying to melt into him. Your back was pressed against something, the wall? Maybe the door? You wondered how many people were watching, if anyone, and were they going to come outside to get you two to stop?

You couldn’t think about it much longer because Harry picked you up in one swift motion, carrying you to where he was parked close by. You held him close as he carried you, arms around his neck as you placed soft kisses down his jawline. His car was in sight and the door was practically ripped open when you got to it. 

He placed you in the back, lifting his shirt over his head as he climbed in himself. The door shutting was drowned out by his lips back on yours, it sent a wave through your body and you were aching to take your shirt off, to feel his skin on your skin. Harry must have been reading your mind because soon your wet shirt had met the floorboard, his hand roaming your damp body. You might have been uncomfortable if you weren’t distracted, your wet clothes feeling tighter as your body began to warm at Harry touch. His lips on your neck, his hands sliding down your legs as he took off your jeans, this boy had you on cloud nine and he hadn’t even touched you yet. “Harry” There was a beg in your voice, you needed him. “Shhh.” He hushed you, but you could feel his smirk as he unclasped your bra.

Relief filled you as your bra was discarded, now nearly fully naked in front of this man, he took a moment to admire your body, to touch every part of you besides where you needed to be touched. You damned him for having so much control. “Fucking beautiful.” You wanted to tell him to shut up, or to laugh, but as soon as those words left his mouth, his head dipped low planting small kisses down the valley of your breast. 

You let out a sigh, fingers tangling in the back of his hair. He began to kiss up the side of your breast before taking your nipple into his mouth, slowly massaging it with his tongue. “Fuck” You moaned, tugging lightly at his hair. He hummed at that, sending gathered heat straight down to between your thighs. 

“Please Harry – I can’t. I need you inside of me.” He let out a grunt, his lips moving back up and for the first time you could feel how hard he was, you couldn’t stop yourself from ripping off his jeans. “Damn, baby” He muttered into your ear, he didn’t even take the time to take off your underwear, just pulled them to the side, the lust finally getting to him as his eyes grew darker.

The first thrust inside of you was enough to send you over the edge, but you tried to hold on for him, your head hitting the door behind you. You were in complete ecstasy, Harry hips moving at a pace where you were sure the car was rocking. Never ending moans were leaving your lips and his uneven breathing was close to your ear. 

Your head was lightly hitting the door with each thrust, and if you weren’t so lost in everything Harry, you’d probably take a moment to complain but instead you whispered a low “Don’t stop.” Into his ear, causing his pace to quicken and his thrust to deepen. You could feel it inside of you, the constant burning that was ready for release. 

“(Y/N)” He let out the softest moan and it nearly pushed you over the edge. Nails going down his back, teeth digging into your lip, you pulled him closer, “Can I cum?” You asked politely, catching Harry off guard to the point where he almost stilled. His lips connected to yours again, another passionate kiss that you would surely dream about later. “Only if you say my name.” His voice was like a growl, and you were more than willing to give him what he wanted.

“Harry” You repeated, his name being a chant. His thumb found its way down to your bundle of nerves, moving in circles as you gripped onto the seat for support. You felt your body shake, seeing nothing but white as your orgasm washed over you. You could hear yourself but couldn’t stop from making so much noise, leaving you gasping for breath. Harry thrust began to become shaky, unsteady as your tightness became too much for him, pushing him over the edge as well as he let out one of the cutest moans you had ever heard. It was almost enough for you to go another round. He laid his head on your shoulder, his weight shifting onto yours as you two laid there with nothing but pants being exchanged. “I like you.” Harry said, a small laugh escaped you. “Yeah, I hope so.” You said as your lips met in another kiss.

[b1eeding-sun]

Do you have any Pure Vanilla Cookie headcanons?

Oh boy do I!

For starters he's blind. I'm counting this as a headcanon purely because I don't think the entirety of the fandom agrees that it's canon. He doesn't have complete vision loss so he can still vaguely make out some things but he's definitely severely visually impaired. I haven't decided on what exactly his vision would look like but he's definitely got visual snow syndrome (on top of preexisting vision issues)

In a hypothetical modern au that it's unlikely I'll do anything with his guide dog is a black and white standard poodle named Sheep and she is loosely based on my own poodle.

A lot of people tend to underestimate how strong he is (he grew up on a farm doing manual labor and still keeps livestock on the castle grounds, he would have to be fairly muscular)

If he wasn't king/once he gives up the throne I don't think he'd wear the white robes he wears in-game. He only really wears them to keep up appearances. In general he prefers to prioritize comfort and practicality over fashion. I'm brainwashing you to my let Pure Vanilla wear pants propaganda.

Sheep are not the only livestock he has on the castle grounds, he also has chickens at the very least, probably some other animals as well. They all love to cause problems.

He tries to leave as much time as possible for his hobbies like gardening and baking.

He tries to make all of his meals himself instead of having his kitchen staff do it. He honestly tries to do most things himself instead of having his staff do them. Unfortunately for him there's only so many hours in a day and the castle is very large

Chronic stress baker, his friends can usually tell how well he's doing mentally by how many loaves of bread they've been gifted recently.

Very emotionally attached to his sourdough starter.

He doesn't use his staff to assist his sight if he's just walking around his castle, he knows it's layout well enough that it's unnecessary and his staff know not to move things around without his permission.

He has fantasized about leaving all of his responsibilities behind him and just running off to live in a cabin in the woods all by himself but he never would actually go through with it.

He does sometimes curse and it always shocks the absolute hell out of anyone around him when he does.

His love language is either quality time or acts of service

Deathly terrified of disappointing the people around him

He's a vegetarian

There are probably more that I can't remember off the top of my head but I think those are like the main ones.

Here he is in overalls because he seems like the kind of guy who would wear overalls.

And here's Sheep the guide dog!

[pre-kissed]

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tags: Childhood friends to lovers, slow burn

Chapter Two: Leaving Crumbs

Summary:

Atsumu's last date didn't work out, but no worries! As the best friend you are, you've already prepared the next match for him. Unfortunately, you underestimated how good of a match your client and Atsumu would be together.

“Can ya believe she said that to me?!” Atsumu whines, burying his head in his hands on the desk. “She said I should try basketball instead? Over volleyball? Is she crazy?!” 

“Aw… the date didn’t go well?” You say, tone mocking sympathy. Of course, you already saw this coming; you’ve heard her say the same words to her group of friends. You don’t understand why she doesn’t just go for someone on the basketball team.

“Ya said Mari-chan’s yer friend,” The blonde twin says, slightly muffled by his arms. “How’d ya not tell me this?”

“Just didn’t know she was that type of person.” You look away then, the same way you always do when you lie.

“Ya didn’t seem surprised, though,” Osamu adds, from across you.

You almost jumped at his words; you can feel the intensity of his gaze even without making eye contact. Or maybe that’s just your conscience finally creeping in. You just clear your throat, trying to talk the pouty Atsumu up again.

“Don’t worry about her, I’ve got another friend I think ya will like.” You immediately try to slip in another one of your clients, “She’s sweet, and she thinks yer cute even with drool all over yer face, I showed a picture to her.”

“Why would ya show a picture of that?” Suna grimaces, disgusted at the thought of it.

You turn to him to shush him, holding a brand-new pen to your lips— it panda prints all over it; it even has a panda charm attached to its head. Suna nods in understanding.

“What’s the point? Every time I go on these dates, they’re never actually interested in me anyway.” His hand reaches out to the plastic bag sitting in front of you, which Osamu shoved away for doing so.

“The hell? What’re ya acting like that for?” Atsumu winces, his hand retreating back to himself.

“They’re hers, dumbass.” 

“Ya bought a lot, there’s no way she can finish them all anyway,” Atsumu scoffs, watching you take a bite of a wafer.

“Bold of ya to assume that,” Suna chimes in, having been the witness of you finishing the contents no matter the amount, even sneaking bites in class.

“Come on, ‘Tsumu? Do it for me?” You plead, “And she’s very cute.” You open your phone, showing a picture of a girl with short, wavy hair throwing peace signs to the camera. Atsumu’s eyes linger on your phone for a second, inspecting her appearance, and looks at your smiling face again. He sighs before lifting his head up completely.

“Fine, whatever,” 

“Great! I’ll tell her to contact ya later,” you internally cheer, grabbing a pen and opening your notebook, crossing another name on your list. The list keeps getting longer, but with the number of failed dates behind Atsumu, you’re sure you can clear it in no time.

“Potari… or… that oolong tea…” You lean against the vending machine, acting as if you can’t decide between the two when you’re already sure what you want.

“Ain’t Potari yer usual?” Osamu asks, standing behind you. You asked him to come along to accompany you, when in reality, you’re putting him into position.

“Exactly, should I get my usual… or try something new…?” Your finger already itches to insert your money and press the button, but you haven’t gotten a signal from your client yet.

As if on cue, your phone buzzes, you read the notification before turning to look around, checking over Osamu’s shoulders. He copies your actions, not even knowing what he’s looking for.

“Actually, could ya be the one to decide? Just go ahead and press the button for me,” You say, pushing his body towards the vending machine and slipping cash into his hands. You trust he knows what you actually want anyway.

Osamu cranes his neck to watch you take position behind him, leaving a few feet away as you smile at him. Your hands gesturing for him to press a button. As confused as he is, he still listens to you, turning back around to insert your money and pressing a button. A thud could be heard shortly after as the bottle fell into the pick-up box.

Before Osamu got to lean down and retrieve the bottle, his feet stumbled as a force ran into him from behind. 

Thinking it was just you messing around, he calls out your name, grabbing ‘your’ hand as he did so. But you’re still standing a considerable distance from him with your arms crossed. And the hand he’s holding…

“Ah, sorry,” He lets go immediately, eyes not looking away from you.

“Uh… Osamu-kun, I think I’m the one who’s supposed to apologize. I bumped into you…?” She trails off, eyes following his gaze. Her face sours the moment she realises who he’s focusing on.

She mumbles an apology, barely coherent, but Osamu doesn’t really care about that. He’s wondering how somebody can bump into him from the direction you have been standing at, yet you did not move an inch or even warn him about her.

“They were right, what a waste.” You hear her mumble as she bumps her shoulder against yours, a bit too harsh to be accidental. You hold onto your shoulder, watching her back as she stomps away.

That’s odd, you think. You’ve received harsh treatments, but that was before. You’ve never gotten them again ever since you started offering services. You’re watching dumbstruck as she goes to her group of friends, and instead of the usual smile you’d see on your clients after an encounter with a Miya, you see a frown and a glare directed at you.

“She didn’t apologize?” Osamu asks, an irritated scoff leaving his lips, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“She did, though.” You turn back to him, walking to retrieve the drink from the dispenser of the vending machine.

“To me, I heard. She didn’t apologize to you.”

“Hmm…” You just hum in response. Usually, you’d defend your clients, making up some sort of excuse for them. But nothing comes to mind with this one.

You crouch down, picking up the bottle from the pick-up box. Your hand wraps around the Potari bottle.

“Ya got the right one.” You smile, standing back up.

“I know.” He replies smugly, a sense of pride spreads in his chest as he stares at your smile.

You start your walk back to class with Osamu right beside you. But there’s one thing he can’t shake: if you were standing there the whole time, why didn’t you tell him, or even her, to watch out?

“‘Samu!” Atsumu slams the door to his room with a giddy grin on his face, “Oh, (y/n) is here, too. Perfect!”

He rushes to stand in front of your sitting forms, you groan as you try to look past his legs to keep up your combos in order to beat Osamu’s character in the game.

“Do ya have to stand there?” Osamu complains, tilting his head until he can see the screen.

“The friend ya introduced me to, Risa-chan—” He starts, puffing his chest out.

“Don’t like her? Don’t worry, I’ve got another—” You interrupt, fingers still mashing buttons on your controller.

“Naw, I’m actually into her!”

“What?” Your head snaps upward to look at him with wide eyes.

Osamu breathes out a sharp ‘yes!’ as the screen plays a cutscene of Osamu’s character performing a finishing animation on your character, the words ‘Player 1 Wins!’ are displayed shortly after.

“Are—are ya sure?” You ask, your jaw hanging open.

Atsumu finally sits down, so you won’t have to hurt your neck looking up. “Yeah, yer right! She’s super sweet— shy at first, but turned out to be so much fun — why do ya look like that?”

You’re smiling— at least trying to smile, even though the corner of your lips keeps forming a grimace. Your eyes are as big as saucers, but you can’t stop them from blinking more than usual.

“Like what?” You cough, clearing your throat to disguise the crack in your voice.

“Like somebody’s holdin’ a gun to yer head,” Atsumu narrows his eyes at you, “Aren’t ya supposed to be happy? That’s yer friend.”

“I am happy! Uh, congratulations, ‘Tsumu.” You clap your damp hands together, barely making any noise as they make contact. You fumble to your feet to avoid their gaze.

“I’m gonna get a drink, be right back!” You rush out of the room, cringing at how fake your enthusiasm sounded. 

“Her drink’s over here, though…” Osamu mentions, staring at the mug that the Miya household saves for you.

If you remember correctly, there’s still about a handful of names requesting Atsumu— not necessarily asking for a date, but still trying to pursue him romantically. What are you even supposed to do with them? What are you supposed to say?

You leaned your back on the door as you closed it, holding your face in your hands. You’re happy your friend has finally gotten a good dating experience, but at the same time, what about your clients?

‘I should’ve made sure this wouldn’t happen. Should I never have let him meet her? Tsumu looks genuinely happy though… Shittttshitshitshit.’

Your hands come up to ruffle your hair as your thoughts jumble together. In an attempt to calm yourself down and sort out your thoughts, you pace back and forth in the hallway in front of the room.

“(y/n)?” Osamu opens the door suddenly, making you yelp out in surprise.

“Ya scared me.” You hold onto your racing heart, beating far too fast for your liking.

“Wasn’t tryin’ to… Are ya okay?” He casts a glance at your disheveled hair, closing the door behind him. “Ya have been actin’ weird since… Tsumu announced that.”

There was a pregnant pause. He watches your teeth bite down on your lip, your eyes refuse to meet his. His heart drops as he concludes a possible answer.

“Wait, are ya…” he trails off, increasing your heart rate by the second. You gulp, admission sitting on the tip of your tongue. This is it.

“So ya knew—” 

“Into Tsumu?”

“What?” you both exclaim in unison.

You pause, finally meeting his eyes as you frown in disbelief.

Osamu stares back in confusion, not believing what he just heard.

“No, ew. What? Why would ya even think that?” You shake your head, nose wrinkling at the thought. Osamu doesn’t know why his heart jumped at your admission.

“‘Cause ya started actin’ weird after he told us he’s into yer friend.” He states, his tone rising at the end into a question. 

“I’ve been setting up dates for him. I wouldn’t do that if I were into him.”

“Yer right…” Osamu hums, nodding in agreement. “Wait— then what do ya mean I ‘knew’? What’s that about?”

You jerk backwards, rubbing the back of your neck. He can’t help but notice how you seem to be trying to shrink yourself. You seemed so sure when you denied your feelings for Atsumu, where did that go?

“It’s nothing.” You shake your head, avoiding eye contact yet again.

“Yer really bad at lying.” Osamu pushes, but if your problem really is with his brother… he understands how you must feel. “Just remember, we’re friends. If ya got any problem, just say it. I’ll— we will help ya.”

“Yes, of course I’ll tell ya.” A straight-faced lie. You know they’d help. You trust them with your whole life. But you also know that you have never been the type to ask for help. 

Osamu has been paying close attention to you ever since what happened. He notices the weird, forced smile on your face whenever Risa comes to eat lunch with them. He notices how your hand constantly wipes itself on your skirt at school. He notices how you would look behind you as if somebody would suddenly pop out.

He also started noticing how many girls would come up to you in a day with a scornful expression. How you always distance yourself the moment certain girls come into view.

He also notices the fact that you always bring that heavily decorated notebook with you whenever they show up.

You always look nervous when they approach you, frantically flipping through the pages of your notebook. Though he noticed that you seem to have grown weary, the nervous smile that usually adorns your face when talking to the girls has stopped; it has been replaced by an annoyed frown.

He could never be close enough to listen in, but he wonders if they have any connection to your reaction to Atsumu’s news a couple weeks ago.

***

“Rin-chan… What do I do?” You lay your head flat on the open notebook, your dominant hand holding onto the pen you used to cross out names.

“Are ya not gonna try to break them up?” Suna whispers next to you, eyes still focused on the whiteboard.

“I’m not evil… I still like to see my friend happy, and Tsumu really likes Risa-chan. After all those dates I put him through, I can’t do that…” You mumble, doodling random circles on the paper next to your head.

“Maybe it’s Samu’s turn; don’t get why he hasn’t had many requests lately. Samu’s more reliable, dependable, and he’s about 0.2 centimetres taller than Tsumu— I measured them.” You continue to ramble under your breath, “Samu would be a good boyfriend, too… Samu can cook… I don’t get why everybody keeps requesting Tsumu.”

Your words had caught Suna’s attention. He watches your tired expression, how you had definitely not mean it to sound that way. He listens to your continued rambling. You keep on listing the reasons why you think your childhood friend would make a good boyfriend. He watches how your eyes soften, how a small smile begins to form on your lips as you continue the list.

“So why can’t these girls stop asking me to get them a date with Tsumu?” Your smile disappeared as soon as it appeared— replaced by a frown, your eyes narrowed as you pressed your pen on the names of the hard-headed girls who keep chasing Atsumu, even with his new girlfriend next to him. “It’s not like they care about which twin it is; it’s the popularity they want. So why not just make it easier for me and ask for Samu instead?”

But Suna knows you only think Osamu would be a good boyfriend because you think he treats everyone the same way, but the truth is, he only does certain things when you’re around. You don’t know how he acts when you’re not around. 

You don’t know how he would buy your favorite snacks ‘just because he thought of you.’ You don’t know how he would ask about you whenever he walks by your class. You don’t know that he would talk to the volleyball team about the times he made you laugh. You don’t know how seriously he takes your advice, especially regarding his appearance. You don’t know how he melts for you.

But that’s not even it. Suna thinks back to the moment he found out you were the ‘matchmaker’ every girl was talking about, back when he only knew you as a seatmate. He didn’t even hear it from you. 

He just happened to hear it, during the one time you weren’t sitting in your seat, when the rumor was still fresh and vague. Two girls came looking for you, and when one of them mentioned Osamu, the other girl shut the idea down immediately. He still remembers the sentence she had said.

“Miya Osamu won’t even look yer way if yer not (y/n). Ya have less chance with him than with his twin.”

“She made me this.” Atsumu shoves the beautifully packed bento box in front of your faces. You, Osamu, and Suna all drool at the sight of it.

“Can I take a pic? Risa-chan’s amazing!” You pull out your phone, snapping your camera at every angle.

“Of course, of course,” Atsumu says with his chin held high, a smug smirk adorning his features.

Osamu’s hands enter your camera, which both you and Atsumu slap away. You because you want to take a good picture, Atsumu because it’s from his girl.

“Why’re ya not eating with her, then?” Suna asks.

“She told me to eat with ya guys today, said I can share.” Atsumu shrugs.

Once you’ve stopped taking pictures, Atsumu puts the bento box back on the desk. He picks up a sandwich, gesturing for everyone else to do the same. You hesitantly fish it out of the box, afraid to disturb the lettuce sitting around them.

Once everyone has held their own rice box, Atsumu cheers.

“To Risa-chan!” he exclaims.

“To Risa-chan!” The three of you repeat.

All of you take a first bite in unison, excited to have a taste. You chew excitedly at first, jaw slowing down after you’ve had the first taste. You check everybody else’s reactions to make sure you’re not crazy, and sure enough, everybody’s smiles drop except Atsumu’s. They stare at the bento box in wonder.

“Tsumu…” Osamu starts, mouth still full of food he can’t bear to chew anymore.

“Ain’t she great at decorating!” Atsumu grins, continuing to eat the sandwich despite the unbearable taste.

Osamu watches your face contort in disgust, on the verge of gagging. He hands you a paper towel for you to spit out, followed by him and Suna doing the same.

The door to the classroom opens, and a group of girls — whom you recognize as your clients — waving their hands to you, catches your eye. They have nasty scowls on their faces and you already know why.

You let out a deep sigh. Osamu notices your sour mood, turning his head to look at what might be causing it. It’s the same group of girls that has been visiting you every day. Osamu doesn’t know them, but the way they’re looking at you is enough to sour his own mood.

Before Osamu could say anything, you got up to meet them, muttering a ‘be right back’ to the table.

As soon as you reach the corridor, you close the classroom door — you might’ve slammed it a bit from the built-up frustration, but you don’t care.

“I already told ya guys, I’m cutting the service off. I already refunded those who have paid, what more do ya want?” You ask, voice laced with irritation.

“We want a chance with Atsumu-kun.” The group of girls in front of you hold their stance firmly.

“And like I said, ya don’t got a chance anymore. He’s got someone already.”

“The deal—”

“The deal’s off. He’s found a match, and I’m not about to change that.” You keep pushing until their feet step out of the door. “Do not come to me anymore. Make yer own effort.” You spit, your voice full of disdain.

“Risa-chan actually made an effort. She uses my advice. She didn’t ignore what I said like ya guys— and how many times do I have to say this?” You breathe in, rubbing your nose.

“If he doesn’t like you, it is not my fault.” You lock your eyes with the girl you recognize as one of the girls Atsumu turned down in middle school. “You know that better than anyone, don’t ya?”

The girl’s face flushes, the color red creeps across her cheeks and ears. She grinds her teeth down, contempt apparent across her face. She turns away, then grabs her friends away with her.

You know that will create a new problem, but as long as they move out of the way of you and your friends, you decide to put it off, at least for now.

“Didn’t know ya had enemies.” A familiar voice can be heard from behind you, making you jump.

You turn around to see one of the two people you least want to know about what you have been doing. Osamu is leaning against the door as he stares in the direction the girls walked off to.

“How long have ya been standing there?” Your voice cracks as you ask. Nervousness swallows you whole as your mind starts to conjure up all sorts of scenarios of what they will do if they had figured it out.

His eyes then finally lock onto you after a moment, your usually confident and chipper attitude has been reduced to a meek version of you. He had followed you out because he thought you might have gotten yourself in trouble, and he was right.

He hums, “long enough to get the gist of it.”

“So,” Osamu starts, jaw clenched. “Ya have been pimpin’ us.”

“Well— I wouldn’t call it pimpin’, I would say ‘matchmake’!” You argue back, a nervous smile on your face.

“But ya receive payments.” 

“Y–yeah! In the form of trinkets… and also services…” 

“Yeah, that’s pimpin’, ya scrub!” Atsumu slams the table, causing you to jump in your seat.

“Okay— yeah, yer right, I’m sorry.”

“So all those dates…” Atsumu mutters, looking to you for confirmation.

You nod.

“No wonder ya were actin’ weird— the vending machine, the amount of girls bumping into me…”

“I’m sorry…”

“Risa-chan…” Atsumu mumbles, his shoulders dropping.

“Oh, that’s actually a huge success. I didn’t expect she’d be that good, too.” You smile proudly, shrinking back again once you see their glares towards you. “Right, I’ll shut up. Sorry.”

Suna looks at you in pity. You’ve been trying to stop offering your services anyway, you could’ve taken this secret to the grave if you hadn’t faced such hard-headed clients. Though he won’t say you don’t deserve the scolding, if Kita-san heard about it, he’d surely give you a good scolding, too.

But you’re his friend nonetheless, and he thinks he would’ve done the same if he were in your shoes.

“Ain’t it great that she did this, though? Would ya have approached Risa-chan otherwise?” Suna asks Atsumu.

You turn to Suna with glassy eyes, not expecting a defense to come from him.

“True…” Atsumu continues to glare at you, then he inspects the amount of stickers and trinkets on your desk. “But it’s not fair! She should at least get punished, consequences of yer actions and whatnot.” He points an accusing finger at you, and Osamu nods along to his brother’s words.

A mischievous glint then crosses Suna’s eyes, just the sight was enough to make you uneasy. Your hand goes to pinch the fabric of Suna’s uniform underneath the table, daring him to say it. Suna casts a glance at you and you give him a frown and a little shake of the head, disapproving whatever he’s going to say.

“Then why don’t ya give her a taste of her own medicine?” 

Something clicked in the twins’ heads, identical smirks appeared on their faces as they exchanged knowing glances towards each other. You have a bad feeling about this. They both turn to you at the same time, their faces adorned with matching grins.

“Oh, our sweet, dear friend, (y/n),” Atsumu starts with a lilting tone, sending shivers up your spine. 

“Sunarin’s right, we have decided we will forgive ya,” Osamu continues.

You stay quiet, stomach filling up with dread, because just by watching them, you can already tell what they will say next.

“And since ya actually did somethin’ great— giving us the opportunity to meet so many people,” Sarcasm drips from Atsumu’s voice.

“Ya have been managing our love life that ya have been neglecting yer own, right?” The grey-haired twin laughs, but instead of the warmth the sound usually brings you, it brings you discomfort. 

“So we think we should return the favor. Right, Tsumu?”

“I agree, Samu.”

"And we know just the guy for you."

Taglist: @jupeyily @andysdrafts @completelyjae @orbitingpolaris @starstrikeer

note: sorry it took so long!!!! the original file including the outline got deleted and I had to rewrite everything... like before, tell me your thoughts if you'd like!!

[mcytegg]

i think ive given up on the sticklers ngl LOL like they are nawt a real team atp, id honestly consider 4c more of rek's teammate then the sticklers. all three of them joining the server at the same time for once and not even considering messaging each other today is what sold me unfortunately, like it wasnt even just ro agreeing to help the empire fight before even contacting jumper or rek for me, it's the fact that all three of them gen are always off doing some random side quest or massive solo project thats made me realize they just dont play the server as a team frfr. i dont even know if id consider rek and jumper proper teammates either

[fist-of-vengeance]

thinking about how essentially every relationship john locke formed in the early seasons of lost has completely disintegrated by the time of his death.

of course there's his relationship with jack, which starts tense but manageable and culminates in jack pointing a gun at john's head and pulling the trigger. but even his smaller, less narratively prominent relationships either implode or drift apart. he bonds with walt in season one but then walt leaves the island, which is itself a severing of their bond since it was mainly based on being the only two people who wanted to stay. still, he goes and visits walt off the island so this is probably john's most successful relationship. I dont think i need to explain how he fucked up with boone, "the sacrifice that the island demanded." charlie viewed john as a mentor and claimed to trust him more than anyone on the island, but after the events of fire and water, that trust is destroyed and charlie despises him. at the same time we get john bonding with claire and having a pseudo-paternal dynamic with her, but their closeness basically drops off the face of the earth as he gets less and less involved with the other survivors.

his arc in the series is essentially a gradual distancing from everyone around him. it starts when he abandons hunting (providing for the others) in favor of trying to get the hatch open (it's extremely clear his primary motive isn't any survival applications but getting answers to the mystery). when they do open the hatch, he spends more and more time inside, underground, cut off from other people. he spends more and more time interacting with ben, a human mystery box that he's obsessed with cracking even if it gets him killed. he follows the proverbial white rabbit deeper down the hole and leaves his connection to humanity behind. the island and its mysteries become more important to john than anything or anyone else.

then in season three we get him claiming to go undercover with the others only to unceremoniously tell sawyer that he's actually going to join them. and it doesn't feel shocking, it feels inevitable. because john has spent the entire series becoming less and less connected with the people he arrived with. in that sense he actually makes a fascinating foil to juliet, who is introduced as one of the others and yet never really fits, she's increasingly sympathetic and kind in a way the rest of them aren't, her redemption arc feels so natural that she actually starts referring to her old people as "the others" like she's been one of the crash survivors from the beginning. her and john basically have inverse arcs, which is probably accidental but very neat.

in season five john tries to convince everyone to go back to the island, and fails spectacularly. and of course he does, because he was so consumed by obsession that he stopped maintaining his relationships, and in many cases actively alienated people (this is also basically what happened with helen) and now he can't wrap his head around why they're all so hostile to him. i am forever obsessed with the scene where he confronts kate and she brutally calls him out for wanting to return to the island because he doesn't love anyone. it actually struck me on rewatch how well the two of them got along in season one, and how badly their relationship has degraded by this point. john repeatedly casts aside interpersonal relationships in favor of his obsession with destiny, so when said destiny actually involves persuading the people he once shunned, he's at a loss. this is because john treats purpose as a supplement for connection, destiny as an alternative to love.

as an aside, this aspect of john's character kinda ties into my opinion that several lost characters can be read as allegorically neurdivergent under a certain lens. i know this was absolutely not intended, but as an adhd former gifted kid who struggles socially, there is something uncomfortably familiar about a character who allows their relationships to burn around them because of a single-minded obsession, especially as a result of being promised the fickle status of "special."

tl/dr: john locke is a doomed idiot and i love him

[bardic-irritation]

maybe unpopular opinion but I'm kinda loving Elias so far? like as a Person I would hate him but as a Character? kicking my feet and giggling everytime he makes a stupid joke or menaces someone. slayyyy old man. terrorizing your employees is so good for the Plot.

[curufiin]

“The origin of the Orcs is a matter of debate. Some have called them the Melkorohini, the Children of Melkor; but the wiser say: nay, the slaves of Melkor, but not his children; for Melkor had no children.(1)”

So obsessed with this line about Melkor bc it perfectly fits how I envision him. He “creates” (if you can call it that) things but he is not attached to them. I see a lot of people making Melkor a dragon dad like a dog dad and that’s perfectly fine and very cute! Just not how I like to portray him normally. I think he treats dragons the way a kid would when they discover some shiny new toy, plays with them for a few days, and then completely disregards them once he’s bored. In this case he keeps them around because they serve his higher purpose of wreaking havoc on Arda, but I don’t think he considers dragons his children, and he certainly isn’t attached to their existence.

[vaguely-concerned]

I must admit it exhausts me a bit when people compare the interactions between the companions in da2 and veilguard and complain that the veilguard crew don't argue viciously enough or don't have enough fundamental unbridgeable ideological differences. like yeah it's almost like dragon age 2 is a game specifically about implacable human discord in all its forms and that's the theme the companions also build up under and provide a lens to look at. and perhaps. just maybe. veilguard is doing something different and also interesting thematically if you look at it for what it actually is, and its companions are playing into those themes instead (come become beside me my friend none of us have this figured out but at least we have each other along the way. you must struggle with who you are. despite the high high stakes on paper, veilguard (sometimes to its detriment, often to its advantage once you realize this is what it's doing) is really not that interested in outward conflict, between ideas or groups or individuals -- most of the real meat and potatoes is in the internal struggle of the characters with themselves and their identities, the ways they've been changed and also stay the same, it's weirdly deeply trans all the way to the depths of the narrative that way, as well as fundamentally being about trauma recovery. again, what you're ultimately fighting is not actually in the realm of elgar'nan and ghilan'nain at all, it's on the level of solas' despair and his regret over what he's done and who he's become).

tl;dr why are we pitting two bad bitches against each other etc. they're literally both pretty and I love them

[the-mpreg-guy]

top five angels you want to throw rocks at?

GREAT FUCKING QUESTION

lucifer!! how DARE you make the coolest angel ever deeply unfun and uncool and unsexy. BOOO 👎also his "they called me a freak" speech to sam made me physically cringe

samandriel bc he's annoying to me personally and i dont understand why people like him so much

hannah

gabriel for being a great concept that they do fuckass with and also for being the most massive hypocrite out of probably any of the angels (i both like and dislike this about him, it has nuance)

naomi for the homophobic crimes and late seasons haircut