#I really don't want to have to write this myself

[vviltrumite]

— teenage fantasy ୭ˎˊ˗

⚛ mark grayson x you

wc :: 4,316 ( 23,442 char . )

rating :: nsfw

synopsis :: your brother started hanging out with this new kid—mark, you think his name is? you wondered why this new person was seemingly always around your brother, and tonight when he sleeps over you finally find out why.

contents :: brothers best friend , riding , slight age gap , sub mark , little plot , reader pov , mark is a little weirdo with a crush on u......

a/n :: I LOVE SUBMISSIVE MARK GRAYSON!!!!!!pushed the timeline of this back for the sole purpose of creating an age gap between u and mark. why? because i freaking felt like it ok maybe i like em younger. he's a sophomore, ur a senior. also for the sake of convenience were just gonna pretend that ur on the pill. ok? ok.

edit: Lol tumblr being stupid and deleted 3 paragraphs of writing but it's ok we fixed it😅ahaha😅😅I'm gonna shoot myself😅

Your brother had never been too ecstatic about friends. Not that he didn't want them, it was the actually keeping them part that he struggled with. Seemed like he could never keep the company of a friend for longer than a few months before they fell out with eachother, and whenever you would try to ask about it he would dismiss your attempt by simply saying something along the lines of "We just don't have time to talk as much anymore." or, "They're busy with sports and crap."

But more recently you've noticed that your brother was hanging out with someone new, and this time it was different. He would never fail to show up at your house during the weekends, always finding his way to your living room to play video games with your brother or making room for himself to fit in with whatever your family might have had going on that day, whether it be a dinner out at a restaurant, or even a trip to the movies, he always found time to tag along. He was practically part of the family, and it seemed like him and your brother were actually getting along quite nicely. You'd hear them from his room laughing about something unbeknownst to you just one wall over, or yelling about a game they were playing on his console and it made you glad to know that your brother finally had someone to confide in.

The boy seemed sweet with good intentions. Mark, you think his name is? Black hair with a few strands that never fail to stray from the combed back neatness of the rest of his hair and brown eyes that remind you of a warm coffee on a Saturday morning that you sip when your eyes are still tired and droopy, still on the edge of sleep but not quite. It would be a lie to say he wasn't handsome, but you never really gave him much more thought than that. You go to the same school as him, he's just two grades below you in his sophomore year with grades that aren't yet failing but theres still potential for them to be a lot better, but you chose to give him the benefit of the doubt since you heard from multiple sources that his father died in a car crash at the start of the year, so who knows how he's coping with that.

But that's not the point. the point is, Mark is now practically best friends with your brother and tonight, since your parents are away on a date, he's invited Mark to sleep over. Not that you really cared, you didn't pay him too much mind whenever he would come over since he wasnt your friend anyways. You mostly occupied the time in your room, but you never failed to notice the way he would try extra hard not to look at you whenever you made an appearance and still finding himself unsuccessful. Always stealing quick glances over to you and whatever you were doing. Always noticing the way he suddenly adorned a stutter—something which he had never had before, whenever he'd speak to your brother, pitching his voice an octave louder enough for you to hear.

Your day went on as it usually did, aside from those quick glances that Mark prayed you didn't notice. You always did, but never thought much of it. Maybe he was just intimidated by you, or something? You called your friends, made plans for the following morning, and before you knew it, the smell of food downstairs caught your attention. Glancing at the clock on your phone, it was now six, so you assume the smell downstairs is dinner.

Heading to your kitchen you realize that your brother and Mark had made french fries and were sharing them on a big plate on the counter. You help yourself to a fry, quickly snatching one from the plate before your brother has the opportunity to swat your hand away.

You crack a smile when he almost chokes on the fry he popped into his mouth when he turns to see you, and that only seems to make his cheeks redden. he tries making an attempt at playing it off by pressing the crook of his shoulder against his mouth and coughing into the faded blue of his cotton sweater sleeve, trying to disguise the malfunction, but any attempt he makes at hiding his embarrassment only points it out further.

"Get outta here! Those aren't even for you, make your own." He protests, stopping himself from extending his arm to push you back once he realizes he acted too late and that you've already succeeded in stealing a fry.

Rolling your eyes at his stubbornness, you retort. "You literally made the whole bag, you're not even gonna eat all that." You point out, grinning only because you find pleasure in annoying him.

He grumbles out a defeated "Whatever," only because Mark is here, and he doesn't want to cause a scene. But obviously you know your brother well enough to make the assumption that if Mark wasn't here, the stolen fry would be a much bigger deal than it is right now. But instead of taking advantage of this, you raise your white flag in surrender and instead make your way to the fridge, grabbing your leftovers from the fast food place you ordered takeout at a day and a half ago, reheating it before you head up to your room and feeling Mark's eyes on you the entire time.

You've just finished your shower by the time Mark and your brother are retired to his room for the night. It's late, probably eleven, but maybe closer to twelve, you're not sure because haven't checked the time. Your phone is in the bathroom, but you figure that you can just grab it when you're done changing since it isn't on the top of your list of priorities right now.

What is on the top of that list though, is changing into pajamas. Back turned from your bedroom door, you rummage through the top drawer of your dresser, trying to find that one tanktop you own, the black one. The one you have probably ten carbon copies of, but for some reason you want that tanktop in particular. Just as you set your eyes on it and move to pick it up, a noise at your bedroom door alerts you.

It's Mark. And you can tell by his expression that his heart lurches in his chest until it bobs in his throat when he sees you in nothing but a towel that clings loosely to your frame, the creak of the door in protest as he opens it had given you a split second to acknowledge his presence. It blows his cover and interrupts you just as you were about to let the towel fall down to your ankles. You to gasp as you whip your head around fast enough to see his face flush bright red and his hands that shoot up to cover his eyes immediately.

"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry, I— I didn't even realize you were— Jeez, that's so embarrassing. I'm sorry, I was just trying to bring you your— I'll go, sorry." He rushes, stumbling over his words that spew out from past his lips at a mile a minute, faster than he can comprehend despite his Viltrumite capabilities. He quickly turns on his heel and sheepishly reaches for the doorknob to walk himself out.

Your eyes meet his hand, where your phone rests in his palm and you know you should just let him leave it in the hall, but something in you, some unstoppable force that acts for you before the rational thought to stop and let him go even crosses your mind, and you step forward, then again, and the one more time until your hand is curled over his shoulder, effectively causing him to freeze in place. "Wait," you pause, tone sounding pitched and hesitant like you were holding something back, carefully pausing your breath between each word as if one wrong move could ruin the moment and send him off.

Until he doesn't. He doesn't leave, he doesn't brush you off and close the door behind him like he knows he should. He doesn't even say anything. Wordless as he turns to face you, and you realize he isn't scaring away anytime soon. He was cute, you admit, and the smile he lets tug at the corners of his mouth after his eyes graze over your almost naked form is contagious. He's younger, but stands taller than you by just a few inches and you figure.. Why not? He's clearly interested, and this obviously wasn't an accident. So why not let him indulge in this fantasy, if only for just one night? What do you have to lose?

"Is he...?" Tilting your head, letting your eyes flit behind you to the door, opened just a crack to let the strands of light from the hallway shed into your bedroom and bounce off of Marks shoulder, painting a thin line of hazy yellow against the carpet and walls of your bedroom.

He nods, shaking breath exhaled from his lips in a quick uneven sigh, his hand reaches behind him to click the door shut softly behind you both before bringing them back and letting the palm of his hands find home around the dip in your waist, skin warm against the cool of the towel that drapes around you. "Yeah, he's.. yeah."

Taking his hand and intertwining your fingertips with his, you guide him to your bed where he sits. Mark looks dazed and dreamy, like he can't tell if he's awake or not, can't believe this stupid teenage fantasy of his is actually happening, and that makes you giggle. You tell him to lay back and he does, the erection that strains from under his clothes becoming evident when he looks up at you from where his head rests on your pillow. He's unable to help it when his eyes rake over you again, greedily taking in the way your towel hangs loosely around you, threatening to slip at any second, and your hair falls messily over your shoulders. Perfectly unkempt and knotted in some places where you hadn't combed through it with a brush, but still somehow retaining some of its neatness in the mess.

It would be a lie to say he didn't roughly sketch this whole scenario out in his head. He knew when you got out of the shower and intentionally made his way to the bathroom when you left, only to realize you had forgotten your phone. Originally, he was just going to return it to you when you were done changing, find an excuse to talk to you even just briefly. But then the thought of maybe getting to see you bare crossed his mind, and it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. He didn't want to wait. He didn't mean to open the door that much, didn't know it would creak in response to his weight when he leaned into it. And the last thing he expected was for you to reciprocate whatever it was he felt in that moment when you saw him. But... he wasn't against it, either.

You join him on your bed, letting your hand stroke over his pajama pants for a quick moment before you bring one leg over his and adjust yourself until you're comfortable on top of him, straddling with both of your legs at either side of his body. You don't miss the way his breath hitches when you suddenly lean in, supporting your weight with a hand that plants itself on his chest and folds underneath you when you close some of the distance between your faces. He looks about ready to kiss you, lips parted in a mix of what's probably both preperation and shock. but when you don't, he regards you curiously, the question unspoken but obvious in the air between you.

"You're sure you want to do this?" You ask, just to be safe, and he nods again. If your brother finds out about this, he'll be crushed, and Mark is old enough to know that he shouldn't be doing something like this. And so are you, to be fair. But it's obvious to the both of you that no one cares what you should or shouldn't be doing right now, too lost in the heat of your bodies as you press into one another and eventually finding your way to his lips, meeting him with a kiss.

It's slow at first, hesitant and experimental and filled with nervousness, but the action of your lips molding over his becomes more steady, more sure as his hands trace your sides in a caressing up and down movement, fervorous and quickly desperate for more. And after a moment he hooks his fingers around the top of your towel. A question, and when you pull back from him just to give him a smile that never fails to make him trip, an answer.

You hear it when his breath hitches in his throat at the sight of you fully exposed once the towel is discarded on the floor next to your bed. He lets his eyes travel down your body, taking all of you in. Mark looks almost awestruck, nervous to touch you the wrong way as if you were a porcelain statue to be displayed in a museum. You take his obvious hesitation as an invitation to guide him instead, and place the palm of his hand on one of your breasts before leaning in to take his lips in another kiss. He lets out a muffled noise against your mouth that you swallow up in response, and you feel his obvious erection pressing against you through his pants.

in a beat, the kiss becomes sloppy, messy and quickly not enough. You find yourself starved for more in an instant and before either of you realize, you're already fumbling with the drawstring that loops through his pants, working to untie them while his hands remain on your chest, preoccupied with molding the soft skin like puddy in his palm, an action that makes you moan softly, only really audible over the sound of your own breathless panting when you draw back from his lips to breathe.

"I don't think i should be the only naked one here." you suggest, your tone teasing. the sentence makes his eyes look over your body once again until he brings his gaze back up to you, and it's then that you notice his cheeks marooning once again, a small action that makes you grin.

"Yeah, probably." He agrees with a breathy, nervous laugh, shrugging your hands off of his chest for a moment so that he can lift his shirt off with ease, one hand pulling it over his head while the other remains firm on your waist. And it joins your towel on the ground seconds later.

His chest rises and falls unevenly, but thats not the thing that shocks you the most. You never would have guessed it since hes always wearing loose fitting clothes whenever you see him, but he's a lot more muscular than you imagined. Tracing over his defined stomach with your fingertips as you lean in to kiss him again is like charting over unexplored territory, grazing along each curve and dip in his abs.

And then you traverse lower across his skin until you're met with the fuzzy cotton of his plaid pajama pants once again and this time you don't falter. your index and middle finger curl to make room for themselves around the waistband and you shift just enough to tug them down to his knees. Mark doesn't protest and allows the action, lifting his hips slightly to help you.

Once his pants have been shrugged off, the hardness in his boxers is all the more evident, and it takes minimal effort to have them shrugged down as well. in moments his cock is exposed and you glance back up at him when you hear Mark suck in a breath through his teeth as the cool air of your bedroom envelops him.

"Still sure you want to?" You ask, glaring down at him through your eyelashes. There's still time for him to back out of this, if he really wants to. But it's clear that he doesn't when he nods and wraps his hands around your waist at either side. Not holding you down, but the action makes it clear that he doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon.

"Yeah, I'm sure, just.. please," His voice comes out a hoarse whisper, pleading and more desperate than he would've liked. He looks dazed, lidded eyes glazed over with something akin to need in the pupil and something about the way he says it, asks you so nicely, so sweetly despite the husky tone in the undercurrent of his words makes your stomach knot with a heat that begs to be untangled.

You look back down at his cock, flushed tip weeping and dewy with pre. your hand makes way to his shaft, offering a few slow strokes down to the base and back up to his tip where your thumb grazes over his hole, coating your fingertip in a sticky substance that smudges off when you bring your hand back down. the action makes him gasp like he clearly didn't expect you to move so suddenly, and he can't help but thrust lightly against the movement, his arousal evident when he whimpers through his bitten lip.

But when you pause yet again, he looks confused. mouth popped open, just slightly agape while his eyebrows pinch together. The silent question of "Whyd you stop?" on the edge if his lips, but he doesn't say it out loud. The air between you two is thick with want and a licentious desire to have your needs fulfilled hangs heavy in the space around you, in the darkness of your room.

The question doesn't remain unanswered for long, because in a second you're shifting to lift your hips up, hovering there for a quick, fleeting moment before lining the tip of him with your entrance. It takes him a second to realize what you're doing, but you give him time for the gears turning in his head to spin clearly. And once they do, his tongue flits out to lick over the edge of his lips and in an instant you've planted yourself down on top of him again, adjusted this time so that he fills you instead, and you feel his length twitch inside you at the sudden but certainly not unwelcome action.

Marks hands which had parted from your waist when you lifted yourself quickly find their way back home and he lets out a noise similar to a groan when you roll your hips against him, feeling the way your walls expand and clench around him and letting his gaze fall back to your bedroom ceiling, basking in the warmth of your body on top of him, rising and falling as you grind above him.

The whole ordeal is rather silent save for your ragged breaths and whimpers you muffle through bitten lips and stolen kisses. It's almost transactional, and you both have a clear understanding of what you're here for. This, the guilty pleasure you derive from mark inside you, and you around him. and nothing more. But still there's something that swims in the small amount of light reflecting in his eyes. Something that flickers for a brief moment, barely noticeable unless you were paying attention. Something that suggests their could be more to this, if you're willing to take that risk.

Mark looks back up at you, resisting the urge to let his eyes flutter shut simply because the sight of your body, the way your tits bounce with each rise and fall of your movements, it's something he doesn't want to miss a second of. And in fact it's almost too much—and if he wasn't trying as hard as he was to restrain himself right now, he would have came already. He keeps his hands on you the entire time, following the natural curve of your waist as he carefully slides up your side to knead at the soft flesh of your boobs once again.

You lean down until you're pressed flush againsthim once again, mouth on his partially to silence him, but mostly just to taste his lips. You're drinking up the sound of each quiet moan he can't help but pour out into you, feeling the way you rock your hips against him and getting lost in the rhythm. Carefully, you bring your mouth lower, sloppily pressing kisses deep enough to leave hickies into his collarbone and chest. The action is quick, hungry and almost primal as if you cant decide whether to bite softly at his skin or kiss him. Or if there was even a way to differentiate the two at this point. He lets a hand free from your side simply to find his way to your hair, pressing you impossibly closer in order to keep you there, clinging to you like if he let himself get too lost in the feeling then youd vanish.

Bringing yourself back up to admire your work, you let your eyes examine the hickies you placed carelessly on his body. You were merciful enough to not leave any in plain sight, lord knows how furious your brother would be if he woke up and saw Mark's neck riddled hickies that border on bruises. They mostly decorate where the neck of his shirt would start, easily able to be hidden away with a shirt overtop of them.

Soon, you find Mark holding you down against him, making the action of rolling your hips on his cock a challenge. But he takes the liberty of doing that for you, hands at your sides to guide you as he desperately thrusts deep enough into your pussy to hit your cervix and you arch closer to him as he pulls out, tip dragging over that spot that makes your stomach flutter and eyes roll back only to press into you again and again each time.

"Mark, I—" Your words are cut off by a moan that he quickly moves to cover with his mouth, hand grasping in your hair and tugging lightly to more easily bring you to his lips. He parts from you when the sound has faded and gone, and you bite your lip to prevent anything more from slipping.

"Shh," He hushes you, glancing for a split second to your bedroom door. Still shut, but your walls are thin, so the fact that you both need to be as quiet quiet as possible is non-negotiable right now. "I know, I know." He whispers against the side of your neck, kissing lightly at the sensitive skin there. The hand previously at your side wraps around you and runs over your back, curving as he feels over the way you arch into him in order to help his length fuck deeper into you.

In a moment, his voice is in your ear, whispering what almost sounds like nonsense, too drunk off the feeling of your walls fluttering around him with each thrust inside you that grows more rapid, more intense with each passing second. But you quickly decipher his words, despite the fact that they're short, breathy and would be inaudible if he weren't pressed so close against you. "Fuck, I.. I can't, I'm gonna.." He whispers the words like a mantra. You've never heard him curse before, so the fact that he is only serves to encourage your movements as you roll your hips with him inside you.

The action seems to push him over the edge with one final moan that causes a shiver to snake its way through your entire body, and soon after you feel the warmth of the white-hot ropes that are his come filling you, his hips stuttering, continuing to work his way through the orgasm with lazy thrusts as everything pumps out of him and into you. You follow suit soon after, the feeling of his release inside you being just enough to coax out a much needed orgasm of your own, the knot that had been tangling and building itself up inside you quickly dissolving as a blinding euphoria causes everything around you to dissolve for what feels like forever.

You're reduced to a boneless heap on top of him, unmoving with his cock still inside you. What remains of his semen dripping out of you like hot lava that oozes out of you, sticky and all too overwhelming. You both lay like that for a while, until eventually the time comes where Mark needs to leave. Return to your brothers room before he notices the disappearance. You're lifted off of him with ease and he lays you back on your bed with all the care in the world, making sure to leave you with a final kiss on your lips once his clothes are back on and you've both collected yourselves.

Once he leaves, and you hear the door to your brothers room click shut with a sense of finality, you realize one of two things is going to happen now. This could become a regular thing, one that you'll have to try and hide from your brother as well as sneak past your family, or this could be a one time thing. A spurr of the moment decision that will be glossed over and soon forgotten in a week's time. Some part of you, deep down, hopes for the latter.

[vxnillabxn]

Hello!! I love your works and can i make a cutesy birthday request, pretty please? (It's my birthday today, 15 July IST)

So, my idea was of a reader who is like, the mainstream hot. Like the huge boobs, perky hips, perfect hourglass shape, rich feminine woman who has multi step hair and skin routine. How would the lads pamper her?

𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x fem!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, suggestive! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ♡ when i tell you literally woke up early to start writing this so i could make it on time ( ˶•ᴖ•) !! i hope you had the greatest day ever! and i love overly feminine MC's. as an overly feminine girly myself —and a lover of worshipping men— this idea was chef's kiss. thanks for requesting, love! ♡

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

this man will worship the floor you step on.

if you're going out, he'll take care of your entire beauty ritual.

from washing your luscious hair, to carefully applying oils, creams, styling it the way you love it.

he's so precise… always reading your thoughts, even if you change your mind when he's already working on your hairdo.

he'll zip up your dress for you, he'll roll up your stockings, he'll kneel down to put on your high heels.

his hands linger every time, but can you blame him when you look this gorgeous?

he'll even put your jewelry on, one by one.

earrings, rings, bracelets, necklaces…

all bought by him, of course.

sure, he knows you can afford them, but why let you spend your precious money if he can spoil you with little details like these?

also, he'll apply your lip gloss for you, and he goes as far as reapplying mascara for you without you even having to ask.

he's a gentleman.

he'll literally let you step on him if there is a puddle on the floor.

or he'll carry you around so you don't ever have to stain your shoes with filth.

he'll also make sure you don't lift a finger when you two go on dates. you don't have to worry about anything; just on being you.

when you return home, he'll massage every inch of your skin.

sore feet? he knows; he's already kneeling on the floor.

stiff neck? he noticed. his hands will work wonders.

and don't you dare leave the bed.

he'll do your skincare routine for you. after all, he knows exactly how many pumps of product you use, if you move your hands clockwise when applying it, if you rinse or let the product absorb for some minutes…

he has it covered.

and you'll find restocks of your products just before they run out. he is absolutely keeping track of all those details for you.

and while he rinses your makeup and products off, he'll praise you, whispering how beautiful you are, how ethereal, how you're his goddess —and you can definitely hear how shaky and reverent his voice (whimpers) turns.

he also takes you on his private aircraft to the most luxurious places with such gorgeous landscapes.

he'll make sure you see everything from above; as you should, so he'll mostly take you just when the sun begins to set.

he is aware you can have anyone quite literally at your feet, so he sets the bar higher for anyone else.

because who else will worship and pamper you as much as the man who knows you better than you know yourself?

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

by now, he knows every step of your skincare routine because he actually starts using it sometimes.

or because he uses his tender, expert fingers to help you apply the products himself.

he'll also do your makeup, and he always manages to do exactly what you wanted him to. he knows his muse very well.

in fact, he's studied your features, your body, your whole being, either by loving sketches, or by tracing your body gently while you two cuddled.

he knows exactly what suits you, and what products might work on you, even when you're already perfect as is.

i'm convinced this man can get amazing brand deals, and even then, he doesn't really need them, because he'd still be able to buy whatever your pretty lips casually mention.

though, his preferred way of worshipping you is by making you his sole muse.

not even the sea is as breathtaking as you.

the curves of the waves have nothing on you, and that spark in your eyes… and in your shiny lipstick? that gives him more than enough passion and inspiration.

he is so thankful to be able to have you all to himself.

sure, he loves when you two go out and stun everyone with your presence and confidence…

but it is always his arm you're holding.

and it is always his eyes you look into with so much love.

you chose him. you, the one who seeks nothing but perfection, choose him as your everything.

so he'll try to evoke how grateful he is with each careful, loving stroke of your body.

bare, covered up, posing, or during a candid moment… he doesn't care.

now, when it comes to pampering his beautiful pearl, he is literally the perfect man for the job.

he knows the greatest restaurants, he knows the most gorgeous, luxurious places you could visit, and he definitely can pull a string or two to get you the best experiences.

and more often than not, those include taking you to high-end resorts.

or even getting you a private island.

just for the two of you; a little love nest, if you will.

he'll make sure everything is perfect, that your wardrobe has the prettiest dresses and bathing suits. that your bathroom has all the space and facilities for you to keep all your self-care products. that your hair is taken care of before going for a fresh swim in the ocean.

if you enjoy the lavish life, raf is literally more than happy to provide.

if you prefer the private aspect of it, he'll be ecstatic. because you both can enjoy each other's company in your little love paradise.

and he's been yearning to have you in his arms for a long time, so why not indulge in everything his pretty pearl says and asks for?

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

power couple.

both rich, both good-looking, both confident.

although, no matter how rich you are, and how capable you are of providing for yourself, don't you dare spend money on clothes, skincare products, make-up, or anything else for that matter.

why? because that's his duty as your boyfriend.

he's the one who will pamper you, and he's the one to ensure you have everything you want and need.

save your money for emergencies

—emergencies that never happen, because he takes care of everything in advance, so his little kitten isn't in distress.—

on that note, he's the perfect man to go on a shopping spree with.

he'll never rush you.

he'll never act impatient.

he'll never answer carelessly just because he wants you to choose between two options quickly.

no.

he carefully helps you choose; he knows you have your own impeccable sense of style…

but there is this primal need to see you wearing something he chooses for you.

and when you always accept his suggestions, because this man knows his fashion, he's ecstatic.

hence why he buys full collections for you.

he waits for you outside the changing room.

he circles you once you come out, taking in every stitch, how the fabric adjusts to your figure.

and if the clothes don't fit for whatever reason, then the whole brand is worthless for him.

come on, sweetie. help him find something better than whatever that fiasco was.

on that note, i feel he would get the best designers to make things for you.

—and he always has specific requests to gift you later on.

after all, he loves matching with you, so he'll be very clear to the designers. add a piece of him in your clothing, and add a piece of yours in his.

he also has your entire routine memorized. from the products you use during your baths, to the ones you use before sleeping.

and, even when he loves touching you, he'll just watch as you go through your beauty ritual, always so precise, always so graceful.

he'll be leaning against the doorframe, looking directly at you while you look so pretty with the dark and silky nightgown he got for you.

and with the necklace he himself clasped on your neck.

and with the —his— love bites going down your neck, to your shoulder blades…

yeah.

you're so his.

as much as he's so yours.

say the word, and he'll be on his way.

or rather, on his knees. something not even a god itself could make him do.

but for you, his goddess?

he'll do anything.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

he is the definition of comfort.

he isn't the most flashy nor extravagant, but he is the king of sweet, tender worshipping and pampering.

obviously, he does take you out on well-thought-out dates.

and he is confident with your relationship, and even more so with how breathtaking you are…

but he will establish your relationship in not-so-subtle ways.

his arm is always wrapped around your waist, his lips are constantly finding the crown of your head, and he'll remark every single word with a “my” coming first.

“my girlfriend and i would like some champagne,” or “my pretty starlight asked for no ice.”

obviously, he is always a gentleman about it.

it is not about ownership, in the slightest.

…well. he doesn't own you, he's never thought about it either.

if anything, you own him. completely.

he's just trying to let everyone know you chose him over any other man.

and he isn't shy to spread the word however he can.

on a different note, he will turn your shared home into a spa.

candles, dimmed lights…

all for his princess to relax after being so perfect all day long.

he'll prepare baths for you, with flower petals, different salts, a relaxing lavender scent…

he'll hand-feed you, or even tell you a story in that loving, soft voice of his.

he'll remove your makeup, massage your scalp, praise you as you relax surrounded by the warm water.

and when it's time to sleep, he'll softly take care of your hair.

he'll braid it, never tugging, never pulling any stray strand. no. he is always precise, always careful not to cause you any discomfort.

he will buy the most comfortable yet pretty lace nightgowns, or pajama sets for you.

breathable, comfy, fresh.

and they always smell like clean laundry, too. he makes sure of it.

he also bought the best silken pillowcases for your hair to stay soft, and he changes them after every night without fail, so your pretty face always lies on a clean, smooth surface.

he will massage you to sleep.

no matter how sleepy he gets when he does it, he won't stop until you finally drift off.

soft hands pressing down on your back, lingering kisses on your nape, shaky whispers full of praise and adoration…

and when he makes sure you're finally resting, he'll be finally able to do so himself.

after all, his love language is making you feel safe, making you feel comfortable and relaxed.

because that's how you make him feel.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

oh zayne, the man you are.

he isn't afraid to show you his love.

yeah, he is very subtle, and he also knows when it is appropriate or when it isn't.

but that doesn't stop him from stepping behind you and carefully zipping up your dresses for you, with his strong hands lingering a bit longer on your body.

he will fix your hair, he will wipe away any lipstick excess with his thumb…

he isn't afraid to subtly fix the straps, either —when you're getting ready, or even when you two are already out on a date.

you're his passenger princess. he keeps lipstick, lip gloss, make-up or anything you might need in his car.

that is your spot; no one else shall ever use it.

he also loves driving while caressing your left thigh. it is soothing, according to him.

but when he softly grips it? you know better.

he knows a fair share of gorgeous and exclusive places; most of them being restaurants or pâtisseries.

he wants you to try different things, most of them sweet and exotic.

he waits for you to take a bite, before eating from the same spoon, all while looking into your eyes.

if you like it, you shall not say more. he'll get the recipe and do it himself.

if you don't like it, why should this place keep it on its menu?

he'll make sure to leave his... feedback, or find a better place.

he will get disappointed if you pay for something, though.

not angry.

he could never get mad at you.

you're his love, his adoration. the reason he works so hard for.

so, even when you can afford to buy whatever it is you want, he doesn't want you to.

he won't let you.

and if you ask him to buy something? he'll kiss your forehead tenderly.

“absolutely, my love.”

when it comes to skincare, he asks so many questions to different colleagues.

he contacts the best dermatologist, he makes sure your skincare routine is appropriate, and he will invest in whatever products they recommend for you.

if you still try to use something that isn't necessary, he'll make you understand why you shouldn't.

he'll softly kiss you, caress your pretty cheeks and look into your eyes, explaining in rather complex terms his reasoning.

his way of worshipping and pampering is by making sure your needs are met, and also to ensure you stay safe.

so, if he says no more exfoliating, then you should listen.

[darlingxs-blog]

Hii! I just want to let you know that your soul bond series is good!! I like that you established the boys as demons first and how the soulbond came into existence. I feel like it’s more real! Like yea they were demons! I really enjoy your writing!! Can’t wait for chpt 3!!

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A glitch in the system ig

Chapter 03 - "Soulbound" Saja Boys x Reader"

CW- this chapter does not fit the theme for the rest of the story, sorry sorry!!

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you wake up to find yourself resting on a broken in couch, cushions made of a filling that has chunks ripped out of it in some places. At least the cotton cover is comfortable.

When you peak your eyes open you notice the water stained coffee table with all sorts of junk covering the surface, and to the left of you is a couch rotated at a ninety degree angle, a girl with obviously dyed hair rests on it while tapping her foot to the beat of the music that is softly pouring from the TV's sound bar.

She seems to notice you when she reaches for the monster can on the coaster.

She smiles and sits up straight to wave before laying against the two pillows that are resting on the couches arm. "Hiya! I'm Bridgette! The author."

Before you can say anything She speaks up again.

"Well, I guess I can't really be calling myself an author since to you this isn't a book...meh whatever I'm whatever you want to call me." She flips over to lay on her stomach while waving her hand dismissively at nothing.

"You are currently in my living room! This is where I do most of the very important work. Unless it's nighttime, then I do it in my bedroom but trust me you do not want to be in there."

She grabs the tall pink can and takes a sip before returning her attention back to you.

"I hope you don't mind me doing this, I just wanted to talk a little bit more about what's happening but I couldn't find a way to fit it in the story and have it make sense. Seriously, I tried."

"Well you haven't clicked off yet so I'll assume it's A-ok to explain it like this."

"Okay so you now have a bond with the Saja Boys, you are aware of that right?" Again she flips over to lay on her back while turning her head to look at me while she talks.

I nod and that triggers another spew of ramblings.

"Perfect! So basically humans can't bond with demons, cause well demons don't have souls and a bond is the connection of two souls butt before the Saja Boys became demons they have already made a bond with other people."

"Don't worry, they don't matter. They are already dead since like the Saja Boys have been alive for a really long time..."

The emphasis on the 'really long time' seems to drag out for a while as she lowers her voice to a whisper.

"But anyway! Your soul is kinda like a hollow cocoon. It's there but it's empty. Long story short you had a partner who was supposed to be your soulmate and then like a day before the bond was going to form that person found someone else who they love and they made a bond like instantly, in return the essence of your soul kinda like shattered? That's why you didn't have a will to live. Cause you were quite literally heart broken."

Whether you nod or not, Bridgette is going to keep talking.

"The Saja Boys took the soul of their partner's to give to Gwi Ma cause that's just want they do, so since the bond was already made it was still there but it wasn't attached to anyone."

You nod but speak up "I understand that, but how does that explain how those bonds connected to me?" The girl nods and sits up against the pillow as she takes a sip of the monster "don't worry, don't worry. It's actually really simple to understand but it's just hard to explain"

"Let me just-"

"Okay, what's needed to make a bond isn't a soul, it's the souls essence. The morals, personality and mindset of one person. You lost that essence and the bond the Saja Boys had was essence with no soul. Get it?"

"If not think of a kinder egg. The chocolate part is the soul, and the little toy inside is the essence of the soul."

"You had the soul with no essence, the Saja Boys had a bond made with soul essence and no soul. So they kinda mixed together and now those bonds are your own...does that explain how having five bonds is possible?"

You nod again, thank fuck. If not then just comment and I'll explain- I mean what?

"Right but why am I so sick from these bonds?" Finally, you're getting answers

"Oooh that? Okay so basically what happened is that heart you had that wouldn't accept love cause of the heart break- yeah it got ripped to shreds and getting a new heart that can beat for a demon as a human is difficult, so imagine that pain and discomfort with five demons. That pain your thinking of is the pain you have now"

"Again, don't worry. As long as one of the Saja Boys is close to you, you won't feel the pain. The closer they are the better you'll feel and the faster the process will get."

That answers your question, and makes you ask another one. "But why would the bond destroy my heart? Couldn't it just heal it or something?"

"Good question"

she responds with a hum of approval

"I have two answers actually. One, it's because only someone with a soul- a filled soul, can fix their heart

and even if those bonds made your soul complete its still technically not your soul anymore.

It's a mix of five others, and since you want to find love you needed a heart that would accept it. Out with the old and in with the new, basically.

Or it's just cause I wanted to write a sick fic, a really intense sick fic."

Next Chapter, by the way. Wink wink.

"Any more questions?" She turns onto her stomach again and looks at you with a hand on her cheek.

"No." You reply while shaking your head. "Is there anything else you would like to say?"

"Uhmm other than thank you for reading this far, not really. I don't think I need to clarify anything else..."

After a few minutes of silence she nods and stands up to plop herself down on the couch you're sitting on to sit beside you. "Well! If you have any questions comment literally anywhere and I'll answer as soon as I can, I try to reply to everyone by the way so even if you just want to comment your thoughts you are free to do that."

"Okay! In the next chapter you'll remember the information I gave you..except for what I just said, but you won't remember where you got it from, who told you it and what I said exactly. You just know how that bond formed, oki doki? And of course, don't worry. I won't pull you back in here, and this won't be brought up again. This is supposed to be an emotional fic not a comedy, Fourth wall breaking one. I really do swear I just had no idea how to explain it."

"Right! Okay so you'll have to go now, don't worry I'm back to posting one chapter per day schedule so it'll be out soon and seriously if you stayed and are willing to continue reading I appreciate you soso much and I am so greatful for you. Love you lots!! MWAHMWAH

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A/N- sorry for the like really late post!! I was genuinely struggling so I just decided to write this instead I hope you don't mind...

[karajaynetoday]

listen to your heart, when he's calling for you | jack hughes

author's note: why did it take me over a year to continue writing this? we'll never know. hopefully it lives up to your hopes and dreams y'all. no one proofread this for me so soz for any typos!

word count: 2.9k words

warnings: a lil bit of angst, a lil bit of making out, a lil bit of smut, nothing too graphic though. don't read unless you're 18+, etc etc.

read part one here

read part two here

read part three here

(This is a fem reader insert)

More writing here (soz that the masterlist is not up to date lol) | send thoughts/feedback/suggestions here

You were about to pull away, when you felt Jack cup your face with both hands, before leaning in to kiss you. 

The kiss was soft, gentle, and slightly salty from the tears rolling down your face. It felt like bolts of electricity were shooting through your body from the sensation of Jack’s lips on yours, and his hands on your face. You felt yourself getting lost in the moment, but then the emotional rollercoaster kicked back in and the familiar feeling of anxiety bubbled away in the pit of your stomach. Out of instinct, you tensed up, and Jack pulled away to look at you with concern. You opened your mouth to speak, but couldn’t muster up any words. 

“Sshh, come here.” Jack pulled you in again, this time pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and rubbing his hands soothingly up and down your back. 

“I just…” You took a deep, shuddering breath, and rested your hands on Jack’s chest, avoiding his gaze. 

“You’re scared. Scared that if we go down that path, things will change. We won’t be the same us any more. I’m scared too, sugar.” Jack began, ducking down to look into your eyes, hands continuing gentle rubs on your back as he spoke. 

“But I don’t want you to think that me being scared is because you’re not enough. Fuck, you’re more than enough. You always have been. I know I’ve never really said it before, because I never knew what you’d say.” Jack paused and took a deep breath. 

You were fidgeting with the strings of Jack’s hoodie while you studied his face, and you could tell he was choosing his words carefully. 

“I also never wanted you to feel like… like you had to make sacrifices to be with me. I see what some of the guys go through with their girlfriends and I just don’t know that we would…” Jack trailed off, rolling his lips between his teeth.

“You weren’t sure that we’d make it. And then we would’ve thrown away a lifelong friendship for a summer romance, or something like that, right?” You spoke softly, and Jack nodded, resting his hands in the small of your back.

“And then you think about the logistics, right? The long distance stuff, that gets messy. And you get guilty for even considering the idea, because one of us would have to make sacrifices for the other, most likely me sacrificing something for you, and I know that that bothers you, J, because you’re the one who always wished that I had my own success.” You swallowed hard before continuing.

“But I don’t think we can let the fear take over and make us miss this. I’ve spent my whole life being scared of this conversation, and years being upset at myself for never having the guts to bring it up. Quinn always said I should shoot my shot, but whenever I’d finally build up the courage, you’d call and tell me about a date you’d been on.” Jack raised his eyebrows at that, and you mirrored his expression.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“Quinn’s also been telling me to shoot my shot. For years. Like, since before I was drafted. He tells me the same story about soulmates and how good we’d be together and how everyone knew it. How our mothers used to talk about it when we were kids.” Jack smiled, and you couldn’t help but lean in and brush your lips against his again, briefly. 

“Sugar, I want this. I want you. I want us. But I don’t want you to feel like you have to uproot your entire life to make this work.” 

You could feel the weight of Jack’s words hanging in the air of the living room. 

“We don’t have to plan out the rest of our lives, J. We can just take it as it comes.” You try to reason gently. “It won’t be all sunshine and rainbows. But our friendship isn’t either, so why would we expect it to be suddenly different just because we’re dating?” You were trying your best to sound logical, even though your heart was racing. 

There were a million ways this conversation had played out in your head, and you couldn’t get enough of a read on Jack right now to figure out which way it was going. 

“Hypothetically, if we were dating, what would that look like?” Jack asked, cautiously, but you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. 

“Hypothetically, it would be long distance for the next month or so. I could manage to get to Michigan for most of the summer - ” You paused as Jack’s eyes lit up at the mention of Michigan and summertime. “And after that, I’ll be applying to grad school. Ideally, somewhere on the east coast, like New York City… which was my plan all along, regardless of this current hypothetical scenario and the recent developments of the last ten minutes, before you ask.” Jack poked his fingers into your side teasingly, and rolled his eyes back at your this time.

“What do you want to study? Economics?” Again with the teasing tone, you could tell that Jack was nervous and trying to lighten the mood. 

“I think economists the world over will be glad if I never study it again after this awful semester. NYU has a graduate program for government and non-profits, like public policy development and advocacy and things like that. I want to help people, I guess, and that seemed like a good way to do it… and it’s also like a half hour commute from here, which is a bonus. I knew that if I was going to leave Toronto, it had to be a calculated risk. I had to go somewhere where I knew people, where I had a safety net… and I don’t think I’ve ever felt safer than I do than with you, J. It’s cheesy, but it’s true. It’s always been true.” 

There was a pause once you finished speaking. A heavy silence. One that made you question whether you’d said too much, been too honest. Jack’s hands shifted from your waist and found your hands instead, gripping tightly as he stepped backwards and led you towards the couch where the conversation had first begun.

“Sugar, I’d do anything to have you closer. But the reality is that I’m not here a lot of the time, and I don’t want you to go through all of that without any sort of… I don’t know, balance between us with everything. It’s not you if you change everything for me.” 

“The location change, sure. But the NYU course is something I’ve been wanting for over a year. And being… being with you is something I’ve always wanted. So it’s worth it, to me. But if you’re not sure then I guess.. I guess we can just pretend this conversation never happened.” 

You could feel yourself starting to close up because of Jack’s hesitation. The warmth that had bloomed in your chest when Jack kissed you was fading fast. You went to stand up from the couch so you could pace the room again, or potentially make an escape out of the front door, but Jack’s hand was wrapped around your wrist and tugging you back to the couch before you could make a move. 

“No more pretending. Please, god, no more fucking pretending. I’ve spent too many years pretending that I wanted something other than you, other than us.” You could finally see the honesty in Jack’s eyes, and it restarted the warmth in your chest. 

“No more pretending.” You agreed, quietly. 

Jack ran a hand through his hair, and leaned back on the couch. You took the opportunity to maneuver yourself into Jack’s lap, albeit slightly awkwardly. Jack leaned in and rested his forehead against yours, and his hands found comfort on your hips. 

“No more pretending, sugar. Please.” Jack was whispering, almost pleading with you. You laced your hands around Jack’s neck, and breathed deeply. The warmth in your chest was almost too much to bear, so you pressed your lips against Jack’s. The kiss started out like the first, softly, gently, but quickly became more urgent and heated. You instinctively rolled your hips against Jack’s lap and he groaned into your mouth, fingers digging into your sides. Everything was warm, and electric, and happening so fast, and oh god you’d always dreamed of this. 

But even though you’d dreamed of it, when Jack’s hands slipped under the hem of your hoodie, you shivered with the slightest hesitation. He pulled back then, for the first time, and kissed your cheek instead of your lips for a moment. 

“We don’t have to rush, sugar. We’ve got time.”  

You laughed, because it felt like you’d waited a lifetime for this moment, but it also felt like it was going to last forever.

You spent the rest of the day entangled with Jack on the couch, episodes of Gilmore Girls rolling through on the TV screen, while you stole kisses from each other and traced gentle shapes into each other’s limbs. Hours must have passed, because Luke eventually trudged back into the apartment with takeout pizza and a knowing smile on his face. 

You made it another good hour, mostly of quizzing Luke about that girl that wanted to know his sun, moon and rising and getting a laugh out of watching him squirm, before you felt your eyelids starting to get heavy. Luke busied himself cleaning up the pizza boxes and plates, while Jack murmured to you about it being time for bed. You made a half-hearted comment about being happy to sleep on the couch that got a snort from Luke and a half-smile from Jack.

“If anything, sugar, I’ll take the couch. You get the bed.” Jack murmured, standing up and pulling you up from the couch. Luke opened his mouth to say something and quickly closed it again when Jack shot him a look. 

You made your way down the hall, Jack wrangling your bags behind you, and pushed open his bedroom door. 

“Is it okay if I shower? I promise it won’t be long.” You asked, slowly taking in the room around you. The sheets looked surprisingly clean. There were also several scented candles around the place. You couldn’t help but momentarily consider how many other girls had stepped into this exact scenario in Jack’s bedroom, but you closed your eyes and tried to shake the feeling.

“Go for it, sug. There’s towels in the cupboard under the sink.”

The hot water of the shower was incredibly relieving, and you found yourself taking steadying breaths in the steam. The emotional rollercoaster of the past 12 hours was starting to catch up with you, but you just had to keep reminding yourself that everything was going to be okay. 

When you emerged from the shower, you pulled on your loose pyjama shorts and long sleeve top and quickly did some skincare before taking a moment to consider your reflection in the bathroom mirror. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips seemed slightly darker than usual. Your hair was disheveled in its bun that had half fallen out, and you shook it out and made an attempt to make it somewhat presentable. You had to take a few more calming breaths before gathering the confidence to step out of the bathroom and back into Jack’s bedroom. 

Jack was sitting up on the bed, wearing an old Devils t-shirt and some shorts, scrolling on his phone. You felt his gaze shift towards you as you shuffled around the room, digging around in your bag for a phone charger and a few other bits and pieces. 

Jack cleared his throat, and you turned around to face him. 

“I was serious about the couch thing, by the way.” He sounded sincere.

“And so was I, dipshit. Should we flip a coin?” You deadpanned, knowing how precious Jack was about sleep and that he often took his own pillow on roadies for extra comfort. 

“Or…” You took a step towards Jack, who shifted so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, which gave you the perfect opportunity to nestle yourself in between his legs. Jack didn’t spare a moment before slinging his hands loosely around your waist and pulling you in close. 

“Or?” Jack teased, a glint in his eye. 

“Or we both stay in here. May as well save on your heating bill by combining body heat, you know.” You bit your lip, suddenly nervous again from the way Jack was looking at you. 

Jack simply nodded and leaned in to quickly brush his lips against yours, murmuring something about needing to grab something from the kitchen. You stole another kiss before Jack got up, and busied yourself with getting ready for bed while he left. 

Jack soon returned with your emotional support water bottle refilled with ice water for your bedside table, (“Because you might get thirsty, and I don’t want you stumbling around in the dark, sugar.”) and flipped off the lights before joining you under the covers. In the darkness, you felt the tiredness starting to take over, and you mumbled an apology to Jack about being too tired for anything which was interrupted by a yawn. Jack merely smiled and pulled you into his side, tracing his fingers through your hair and the back of your neck. The gentle touches quickly lulled you into sleep. 

When you woke up, it wasn’t morning. Your mouth felt dry, and you checked the time on your phone when you reached over for your water bottle. 3:37am, apparently. You had been sleeping on your side, and Jack had nestled in behind you at some stage of the night. You tried your best not to move too much, but Jack stirred in his sleep as you attempted to place your water bottle back on the bedside table without making too much noise. 

“Sugar?” He mumbled, nuzzling into your shoulder.

“Sshhh,” you whispered, softly touching Jack’s hair. “Go back to sleep, I’m fine.”

“Not fine if you’re awake. Need to go to sleep. It’s too early for up and waking.” Jack was barely awake, and not making too much sense. 

You snuggled back down under the covers, unintentionally (or perhaps maybe a little intentionally) entangling your body against Jack’s as you tried to get comfortable. Jack didn’t seem to mind, his hand resting gently on your hip bone. A devilish thought flashed through your mind, and you gave an experimental roll of your hips backwards against Jack. You felt his hand tighten on your hip, but he didn’t say anything. You waited a beat before trying it again, and Jack muttered some curse words under his breath.

“Sugar.” Jack’s voice was deeper than usual, heavy with sleep.

“Mmm?” You murmured back, giving another slight rotation of your hips. 

“Can I help you?” You turned your head slightly and was met with a bemused expression on Jack’s face, eyebrows raised at you.

“I don’t know. Can you?” You challenged, your own eyebrows raised. 

“Depends. You might need to tell me what you want, sugar.” 

In response, you leaned in and kissed Jack suddenly and desperately, rotating yourself around so your chest was pressed against his. Jack was quick to maneuver himself on top of you, planting his elbows on either side of your head; he broke away from the kiss to look into your eyes. 

“Words, sugar. Use your words. Tell me what you want.”  Jack whispered, dipping his head down to leave a trail of kisses on your neck which made you gasp. 

“You, Jack. I want you. All of you.” You managed to splutter, pulling Jack’s face back up to you so he could kiss you again. 

There was a flurry of movement and touches as you both managed to rid each other of clothes under the covers. Shirts were pulled over heads, and pyjama shorts were pushed off, and it was all so messy and rushed and wild but it felt so right. There was a brief interlude where Jack rummaged through his bedside table for a condom and rolled it on. When Jack hovered over you, he paused, to make sure you’re okay, and to check that you really want to keep going. You nod in earnest, managing to utter a breathless please, and Jack’s eyes never leave yours as he slides into you and you clutch at his shoulders with an overwhelming sense of pleasure and content. You felt him murmur that he loves you against your lips, and without hesitation you say it back. Because you do love him, and you always have, and sometimes you just need to say it out loud to truly feel it.

You tried to be quiet, as you remembered with a grimace that Luke is sleeping mere metres away from you down the hall, but Jack coaxed moans out of you over and over again. You hold Jack close as his hips rutted against yours, chasing his lips for a kiss and having Jack moaning into your mouth as he finished deep inside you. You stayed like that for a moment, Jack on top of you, your hands mindlessly stroking the nape of his neck as he pressed gentle kisses against your collarbone. Jack eventually rolled off you and disposed of the condom, before returning and pulling you back against him under the covers, legs tangled up between each other and feeling safe and secure in Jack’s embrace. 

No more hypotheticals. No more pretending. No more feeling like you weren’t enough for each other. Because you were enough, and you always had been. Tonight was the start of the rest of forever. Or so you thought… 

[noxemma]

Parts 1&2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |

--- Sorry this is a bit of a shorter part. I promise more is coming but I wanted to get something out since its been several days over a week 🫣 --- "Dean, I-" Cas starts, but before he can finish there's another knock on the door. "Hey, it's me!" Gabe's muffled voice calls from the other side. Dean doesn't move, just keeps staring at Cas, willing him to continue. Cas opens his mouth again, but closes it, averting his eyes as he slides past Dean to let his brother in. "Oh thank god, I was worried our parents were going to find me out there. Now, we should head down to the room before-" "Gabe, they were already here. They had a 'proposition," Dean cuts him off. "They, what?" Gabe blinks at him before turning to his brother when Dean doesn't' elaborate. "What did they want?" "They wanted me to get married instead of Michael," Cas tells him, but his eyes are on Dean. "To who, you don't have a- oh. Oh! They want you and Dean to get married?" Gabe's mouth is hanging open and he gapes at Cas then Dean.

"They offered to give me the contents of my trust fund if I did," Cas explains bitterly.

"You didn't say yes, did you? Because you know I have no problem using my share on you and Jack, hell, it's practically my duty as fun uncle."

"No, of course we didn't say yes. I've helped Sam study for an exam or two. I told them if they wanted me to marry Cas and smile for the press or whatever they had to give up all custodial rights to Jack, notarized and in writing or I wasn't playing ball." Gabe looks at Dean again, but it's as if he's seeing Dean for the first time, or at least that's what it feels like to Dean. There's a new glimmer of respect in his eyes. "Alright, enough, we can talk about this later. Dean gave them until eight to think it over, so we have until then to figure something else out. But first," Cas says, "I need to see my son, so Gabriel, lead the way." They make their way into the hall, opting for the stairs again since it's just one floor and 'less conspicuous' according to Gabe. Gabe unlocks the door with his key, letting Cas go through, but he stops Dean before he can follow. "Are you serious about this? I mean, I know it's Vegas, but you two will be legally, and probably very publicly if my parents have anything to do about it, wed. You're fine with that? Marrying someone who's practically a stranger?" "I know that I haven't known Cas for long, but I know what it's like to want to protect a kid. And if Cas is willing to do that for Jack, then I'm willing too. Besides, its not like the marriage has to be forever and well, I like Cas, I like Jack, I like Cas' house, and, in all honesty, it's been kind of lonely with Sam rooming on campus and just coming home for the weekends sometimes. Besides, it's not like I'm volunteering myself as tribute or anything," Dean explains, wincing a little bit, "That is if Cas'll even agree to it at all. He didn't seem all that excited about it before you showed up." "Hmm. That does seem on brand," Gabe shrugs, seemingly unbothered. "He'll do it, trust me." "What? How can you-" "I know my brother. He's probably just worried because he actually likes you and thinks he'll ruin any chance at friendship or something more if you're chained to him against your will," Gabe answers nonchalantly, "I bet he doesn't trust that you really wouldn't be bothered by being married." "So what do I do?" Dean whispers earnestly. "How do I convince him that I want to do this and that it's not some grand sacrifice?" "I'm sure you'll think of something," Gabe says, patting Dean's cheek before sweeping into the room. Dean trudges after, but crazy thoughts of getting Cas to accept his hand in marriage are pushed to the back of his brain when he sees Sam. "Sam! What the fu-," Dean remembers just in time that Jack is also in the room and corrects himself as he pulls Sam into a tight hug, "-udge happened to your face!" "Ugh, Dean. You're choking me!" Sam whines dramatically, tapping Dean's arm until he lets go. "It's nothing. Like I said, some guy came up behind and, Gabe can vouch, he looked worse." "It's true," Gabe chimes in from where he's flopped on the bed doing something on his phone. "Dad, you should have seen it! Sam hit the guy so hard he had to let me go because his nose started bleeding!" Jack explains excitedly into Cas' chest where he's still clutched tight. "Thank you, Sam. I, I don't know what I- Without you, and your brother, I would be," Cas finally looks up, finally looks at Dean, "I would probably be a nervous wreck right now."

"Hey, Jack-attack, do you want to go check out what they have at the buffet? Dean, Cas, and Sam need to chat for a second and then they'll join us for dinner, right guys?" Dean, Cas, and Sam all vocalize their agreement at the threat and Cas reluctantly lets go of Jack. Sam doesn't even wait until the door is fully closed before he turns toward Dean and Cas. "Dean, Cas? What's going on and what's Gabe talking about?" "Okay, well, uh. So Michael was supposed to be getting married, but I apparently fucked that up at brunch. And it was supposed to be this whole publicity stunt and-" "My parents want me and Dean to get married instead." "What!" Sam shouts. "Dean, um, can I have a word with you." "I'll give you two a minute," Cas says graciously, heading towards the bathroom. "Sam-" "Dean, you can't marry a man you just met," Sam blinks at him, in a way that would be hilarious if it weren't for the absolute concern in his eyes. "Why not? Disney princesses do it all the time and they end up fine," Dean grumbles, hoping to tease the frown lines off his younger brother's face. "Dean! You. Are. Not. A. Disney. Princess! I mean I like Castiel, he's a great professor and Jack is pretty awesome, but really, why-" "Because I told his parents that I wouldn't do it unless they signed over their custodial rights to Jack," Dean says, immense fatigue hitting him as he says the words. He rubs a hand down his face. "Do you remember what it was like, when you were in foster care and when you were with John? 'Cause I do, and it, it was fucking hell. If, if there is something I can do to keep Cas from having to deal with that, to keep Jack from having to live through that? Then yeah. Hell, I'd probably marry Michael, even though that way, way less appealing than marrying Cas." Dean watches as understanding turns Sam's face soft. "Dean. There has to be another way. You don't have to-" "Dammit, Sam. Maybe I want to, alright! You know, maybe this is the one time I'll have the opportunity to get married, even if it isn't real. Maybe I'm not the selfless saint everybody wants to paint me as!"

The silence is deafening as Sam just gawps at him, his eyes going impossibly wider when they drift over Dean's shoulder. "You want to get married?" Cas asks, walking towards Dean slowly, like he thinks he might scare him away by moving too quickly. "Yeah, I do," Dean admits and it feels so fucking good to say. "I mean, sure, being sort of blackmailed into it was never really part of the fantasy, but well, nothing's perfect. And it's really a win-win if it gets you Jack." "Dean, you know they won't let this go. Not for a while at least. They'll want us to stay married for at least a year, it might even be a stipulation of theirs. "Cas, I don't know how to say it any clearer, I've liked playing your boyfriend and fiancé, I've liked talking to you and," Dean shoots a side eye to Sam who stares stunned between Cas and Dean, "and holding you, and yelling at your parents, and I-" Dean just barely manages stop himself from saying 'I'm half in love with you already,' but he knows something must show on his face by the look Sam's giving him. "I want to do this, Cas. Really." Cas stares at him for a long time before nodding, then turning to Sam. "What about you, Sam? How do you feel about Dean and I getting married?" "Dude, he doesn't really get a say," Dean grumbles, not miffed at all that Cas didn't mention anything about his speech. "No, but he does get feelings and opinions on the matter, right? Especially considering that I am his professor." Dean groans and rolls his eyes, but looks to his brother. "Well, Sam? Whaddya say, you willing to give me away?" Sam looks trapped, eyes darting between the two of them. But then his eyes stick to Dean and Dean stills, letting Sam observe or read whatever he needs to on Dean's face. Sam finally heaves out a long-suffering sigh and nods his head. "Fine. But you, Dean Michael Winchester, are a liar. You promised you weren't trying to hook-up with Castiel," Sam says, thrusting an accusatory finger into Dean's chest, though his words are light and teasing. "Yeah, well, I'm not hooking up with him, I'm marrying him! So, technically, I'm not breaking my promise, huh," Dean shoots back, unable to contain his shit-eating grin. "You promised your brother you wouldn't try to 'hook-up' with me?" Cas asks, using his fingers to actually air quote the phrase and bringing Dean's victory lap around Sam to a screeching halt. "Uh, well, um. See, he's a freak." "Hey!" Sam shouts indignantly. "Sam's a freak and he notices everything, and when Jack FaceTimed the other day he noticed that we were both shirtless and I was wearing your clothes, and he knew that I thought you were- um, he, ah," heat flares up Dean's neck and ears as he blubbers and babbles and tries to talk himself out of the corner he's been backed into by his own renegade mouth. "Gabe and Jack must be wondering where we are. We really should go join them, trust me, if you thought brunch was bad, you don't want to see what kind of damage I can do when I'm hangry." Dean runs for the door, getting his hand on the handle before Sam barks his name. He sheepishly turns around, expecting to get more flak for calling Sam a freak or for the blatant redirect. But no, it's worse than that. Sam puts his hands on his hips and cranks up his bitchface to eleven before saying, "You wanna maybe fix your clothes before you dash off into public?" --- Sorry again for the mini post. I have THOUGHTS about how Dean/Cas are going to react once they realize they're not going to be sharing a bed, not to mention I have to write the whole confrontation thing with the parents (which will leave both Dean and Cas seeking comfort, hence the THOUGHTS, you guys are catching my drift, right?) ---

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[hyunjincanraptoo]

Hey can I request a fluff oneshot? Like the reader has a fight with her mom over a silly issue. Not a fight just reader ends up crying and her mom says to just hang herself on the fan and d!e. (sorry if its too Detailed thats what happened tome and my mom yesterday)

So reader runs away from her house to hyunjin's and then friendship blooms into Smtg else.

Pretty please cuz I feel emotionally tired somehow for the First time jn years I just want a comfort fic pleasd

Loving you is my safe place- H.HJ

Apparently I still know how to write, edit a post and post it on Tumblr haha it's too short tho, my bad

I am sorry your mother said such a horrible thing to you. I also don't have a good relationship with my mother so I understand how you feel. Sorry it took so long, I hope it still brings you some comfort 💜

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Alexa, play I don't understand but I luv you by SEVENTEEN

You weren't supposed to cry. You didn’t mean to grab your phone and keys, slam the door and go. But sometimes, when things feel too much— especially when it comes from the person who was supposed to love you no matter what— it’s okay to fall apart.

Her words echoed in your head as your knuckles felt sore from knocking too hard on Hyunjin’s door. And when it opened, he was there— wearing a simple grey tee, black sweatpants, with his long black locks falling on his face— looking like he came straight out of Heaven.

His expression shifted as soon as his eyes landed in your red, swollen eyes

“Hey… Is everything okay?”, he asked tenderly

You didn’t say anything, just looked at him, a little empty, like if you did— you wouldn’t be able to stop crying

He didn’t press you. Instead, he stepped to the side, “Come in”

✧

You ended up on his couch, curled under a soft blanket. Hyunjin made your favorite tea, but you didn’t want tea. Or anything else. He didn’t ask questions at first, just sat beside you close enough for you to feel comforted but not too close to feel overwhelmed.

“I didn’t know where else to go”, you whispered 

“You’re always welcome here”, he replied, “Any time. Don’t even have to ask firt”

You nodded. His words were so real, so honest, that your lip trembled.

 “We argued. It was stupid but she said something really…”, your voice cracked 

Hyunjin looked at you, and his expression shifted to something between fury and disappointment 

“I’m so sorry”, he said, “Whatever she said, if it hurt you, it is not okay”

You finally looked at him, “She told me to just… hang myself. Like it was a damn joke”, you paused, fighting against the tears, “I know she didn’t mean it, but still… it hurts so much”

Hyunjin set his mug down and turned fully toward you. His hand hesitated for a few seconds before resting gently on top of yours.

“That’s not something anyone should ever say to you. Or to anyone else, joke or not. Especially not someone who’s supposed to protect you”

The tears came again and you didn’t even try to hide them.

Hyunjin didn’t say anything else. He just pulled you into him, arms wrapping around you like it was his second nature . He held you so gently that it made you cry even harder.

“I’ve got you, okay? You’re not alone”, he promissed against your hair. 

✧

He carried you to his bed after you fell asleep on his shoulder. He was trying to close the door without making a sound when he heard the doorbell.

“Shit”, he whispered before tiptoeing to the the front door

It was Chan who stood there. He was holding a black cap and a charger, “You left this in the studio. Figured you might need it”

Hyunjin blinked in surprise, “Oh… thanks, hyung” 

He grabbed his stuff with one hand and pressed a finger to his lips with the other, “Yn’s sleeping in my bedroom”

Chan’s eyebrows furrowed with concern, “Is she okay?”

Hyunjin sighed, “She had… a problem at home. She just needed to be somewhere else. Somewhere safe”

Chan nodded in acknowledged, “But what’s the thing between the two of you?”

Hyunjin tilted his head sightly, “Thing?”

Chan’s lips curled into a smirk, “Come on. You bring a different fruit every day just to ‘casually’ ask her if she wants some. You carry her bag when she’s tired and you let her put pink clips in your hair even though you hate it”

Hyunjin opened his mouth, then closed it, completely speechless

“And now”, Chan added, “you’re letting her crash here like she’s your problem”

“We’re just friends”, Hyunjin mumbled, ears turning red.

“Sure. Just friends”

He gave Hyunjin a tap on the shoulder, “Goodnight, Jinnie. Make wise choices”, then he left. 

Hyunjin glanced back toward the bedroom and whispered into the silence, “I’m trying”

✧

You woke up without knowing how you end up in his bed. Hyunjin was curled up on the floor, using a blanket as a pillow.

You look down at him, “Hyunjin?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing down there?”, you asked, voice raspy with sleep.

“Didn’t want to make you uncomfortable” he said, rubbing his eyes, “Figured you’d feel safer if I were here when you wake up” 

“Come up here”, you said, already making room, “Please”

He hesitated, “Are you sure? I don’t want to make it weird”

“Hyun”, you gave him a soft smile, “You let me cry into your t shirt for an hour. There’s no ‘weird’ between us”

He laughed, relieved, then climbed into the bed beside you. You reached for him, arms wrapping around his waist, cheek pressed against his chest. He immediatly wrapped his arms around you in return— warm and steady.

You tilted your head a little, voice muffled against him, “Why do I feel like this is kind of romantic?”

You felt his heartbeat speeding up under your cheek before he answered.

“Maybe that’s because… I’ve been in love with you for a while now?”

You pulled back just enough to see his face. He looked like he regretted saying it out loud.

But then he added, “I just didn’t want to risk losing you saying it too soon. But tonight… when you came here, all I could think was, ‘please let me be the person she runs to when things are tough’ ”

You stared at him for a second, butterflies all over your stomach and chest, “Hey, Hyun”

“Hum?”

“You’re the person I’d run to again. Every time”

A small smile formed on his lips, and he leaned in, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead

“And I’d let you stay every time. Forever”

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[bloodandiron-if]

I'm saying this out of goodwill because your IF looks promising. Why are you already entertaining and making RO asks and reactions when you haven't posted at least the prologue or chapter 1? The majority of the IF WIPs I see are kinda like this, and they end up getting abandoned because the author is either burnt out or they put up a Patreon and scam people because that's how most authors earn money from making these games usually, not from the actual finished game (minus the scam part). I'm not saying this is how this IF will end up. I really hope you finish this but so far, I wouldn’t dare give myself high expectations when the author is constantly pleasing people online by writing hundreds of words in multiple ro asks when they could've been putting this attention into writing and coding. It's already a red flag that you put up an announcement without a demo. This isn't an anti-author post, I really want to see this succeed. I'm just worried about the outcome as I've seen this pattern multiple times already.

Hey anon.

I know you didn’t mean anything bad by this, and I appreciate that you’re looking out for the project. But I’ll be honest with you... this kind of message really killed my mood a bit.

I’m doing all of this—the character asks, the fun scenarios, the info dumps—not to waste time, but to build an audience who genuinely connects with the world and characters I’m creating. 

I want people to know what to expect from my writing, how I approach character voice and emotion, and what kind of tone the story will carry when it comes out. That’s not filler. That’s world building, connection, and engagement. And I’ve seen many amazing IF authors do the same. I’ve always wanted to be a part of that—so I’m doing it. Genuinely. In good faith.

I really hate being compared to other people or “grouped” just because I’m doing something I love. It’s discouraging. It makes me feel like I can’t be excited about my work without being seen as a "red flag" apparently. And that suckssss.

Also, I wouldn’t even consider launching a Patreon until the prologue and chapter 1 are complete—and even then, I’d still be posting public content on this blog. I don’t believe in charging people without putting in the work, so until then no "scamming" will happen.

And the truth is: coding burns me out. Writing doesn’t. So answering asks is my way of staying in the creative zone when I’m away from my computer (which is often, especially when I’m at work). It keeps me engaged. Keeps the fire lit—and doesn’t mean I’m not working on the game. Please don't assume.

I know the patterns you’re talking about. I’ve seen them too. But I’m not like other authors. I’m not trying to get hype for nothing, and if I ever disappear from this blog, then that means I’m dead. Like—seriously, gone.

So while I hear your concern, please know that I’m not here to please for the sake of attention. I’m truly building something I care deeply about—and I’m going to see it through till the end even if it takes a couple of years or so.

Thanks for the message, even if it stung a bit. Just next time, maybe… trust that some of us have actual faith in the future of our IF's. 🖤🩸

[jonny-be-gewd]

@darklings-girlboss-era I can't speak for everyone but every gifset I post is captioned with the movie or show name, which episode, episode name. If I gif a YouTube video or another online video I always link to that video. So, I'm still crediting where the media comes from. That link I provide also gives the YouTube videos more views every time someone clicks it. And I'm not asking for credit for the original media, I'm asking for credit for my gifs.

There's a lot that goes into GOOD gifmaking. We aren't just cutting a portion of film and slapping it online. We have to make caps, pull those caps into photoshop. Then spend however long it takes us perfecting the color and sharpness and really dark gifs have to be lightened while not blowing the color out.

Not to mention the time it takes me to hunt and DL all the HD movies and shows. Many of which I get only because I pay for subscriptions to the streaming services they're on. Because no, I don't torrent all of mine. We also pay for a subscription to photoshop. So, we not only invest our time and talent into gifs, but our money as well.

And the really good gifs you see on Tumblr, they take lots and lots of practice to get that good at it. We don't make them with a phone app in two seconds and just flop 'em online. You honestly wouldn't believe how much time it takes to get really good at it. I've been doing it for YEARS and I'm still not the best, so what does that tell you? I consider myself fairly good but not REALLY good.

Below you will see two gifs. The top one is a gif made straight from the original media with no editing other than cropping and slowing it down. The bottom one is after I color edited it and sharpened it.

The reason I show these is because a lot of people don't realize how much we change the image from the original unless they see a side by side comparison. I see gifs other people make and don't even realize how much they edited it from the show or movie I saw because our brains just don't pull it up from memory that way. I made that shit pop. I made it look not washed out. I brought it to life. And don't get me started on the REALLY dark shows and movies that gifmakers bring to life and make it so you can actually see details. I've spent hours on one gifset before, like the dark ones. Trying to get the colors right, trying to lighten it and maintain it's definition. Saving several different versions until I'm semi-satisfied with the results.

As far as show and filmmakers, I've never once heard one of them complain about gifs. Why would they? Because usually people see gifs of a scene of something they haven't watched yet and go, "Oh damn, I need to watch this now." So if anything, our gifs bring them more viewers. I know for a fact I've seen gifs of things that made me go watch it. And I know I've made gifs of things and the reblogs say "I need to watch this now." I can't say for sure if they really mind or not, but again, I've never heard them complain.

Now, I'm not saying any of this angrily. I saw your question and felt it was an important one to answer because I know a lot of people think the way you think. So I wanted to explain why I think we deserve credit.

Knowing everything I just said, and seeing a side by side comparison of what I did to that gif, do you still think I don't deserve credit for what I put into it? I mean, especially since I'm not asking for credit for making the movie or the show or filming the interview. I'm just asking for credit for my gifs.

Saying we don't deserve credit for our gifs because we didn't create the movies and shows is similar to saying fan fic writers don't deserve credit for their writing because they didn't create the world and the characters. When you know that work still has talent that is exclusive to that person and no one else.

Or think about the people who work on shows and movies in the editing department, doing a different version of what gifmakers do. They didn't film the media, they don't own it, but they're still credited for what they brought to it. I took a washed out looking video and made it pop with life and color, and I don't deserve credit for that?

I would like to add that I personally would never post a gifset without writing or linking who the original media belongs to unless I just don't know. In which case, if someone does know they're free to tell me and I'll add to the set. I don't like it when people post gifs with no indication at all of where it comes from. Cuz damn, what if I wanna watch it?

GUIDE TO SPOTTING STOLEN GIFS

gifmakers on tumblr put a lot of effort into their gifs, and understandably get quite annoyed when someone steals them and reposts them without credit. it's especially frustrating when the stolen gifs get a ton of notes. we look at it and we go wtf how did this get so many notes when it's all stolen????

then i realised the average tumblr user, especially if they're new, or they've never created gifs or posted anything, or they don't understand how tumblr even works... well how are they gonna know?

this post will cover some of the most obvious signs that a gifset is stolen, including:

gif sizing + placement

gifset colouring, sharpening and style

the tags of the poster

if this post is helpful to you, please reblog to spread awareness!

1. gifset sizing

when a gifmaker is making a gifset, they Generally will make all of the gifs the same size. by "size" i mean dimensions in pixels. all the gifs will generally be uniform in size, and laid out intentionally to fit tumblr's recommended dimensions.

here is an example of one of my gifsets with uniform dimensions:

all of the gifs are the same size, laid out correctly for the recommended dimensions, and are fully visible with no cut-offs, blurriness, etc.

many times when a gifset is stolen, it'll be made up of a random assortment of gifs, stolen from multiple gifsets. the gifs might be all different sizes, and not laid out correctly, with parts cut off at the top or bottom. they might be blurry, compressed or just not "look" right.

here is an example of a gifset with inconsistent dimensions:

now, i used inspect element to see the dimensions, but how can you spot a incorrectly sized gif or inconsistently sized gifset at a glance if you're on mobile?

well, see that gif of sam? see how it's cut off mid-forehead, and just under his collar?

well, when you click on the gif and view it in its entirety, you can see that parts of the gif were cut off by the incorrect placement of a 540px gif in a 268px layout:

generally speaking, a gifmaker is not going to make a 540px gif and then put it side by side with another gif. gifset placement is not accidental. gifmakers know and use the recommended dimensions to ensure their gifsets are high quality and viewed on the dashboard the way they intended.

this is sign #1 that these gifs were not made by the person who posted them.

2. colouring and subtitles

gifmakers will generally try to make all of their gifs similar in colouring, sharpening and style. gifs will be (to the best of our abilities) similar in brightness, vibrance, tone and sharpness. basically, they will be visually consistent.

a stolen gifset will not. for example:

aside from the inconsistent sizing, these gifs are all sharpened and coloured in vastly different ways. this is admittedly something a gifmaker is more likely to notice, given our experience, but anyone can take a second to just look and see if the gifs look like they were all made by the same person. if they don't, it's likely a stolen gifset.

sidenote: subtitles are also another tell. i generally use the same font, font size, boldness, subtitle colour etc across all of my individual gifs and in all of my gifsets. if one gif has yellow subtitles in arial font, and the other has white subtitles in times new roman, chances are those are stolen gifs.

3. the tags of the poster

this is probably the FASTEST and EASIEST way to tell if a gifset is stolen, and requires some understanding of what tags are and why we use them on tumblr. here is a brief guide for tagging if you need one!

what you need to know is this:

gifmakers often use [media]edit tags to make it easier for people to find their gifsets in a sea of xreader fanfic and text posts, as well as user[tags] to increase reach

gifmakers will usually have a tag specifically for their gifsets (mine is #originals, some people use a #*, some people use their name like #[name]gifs or #mygifs). the purpose of that tag is to make it easy to find the gifsets we've made on our blogs

here is an example of a genuine gifmaker's tags:

people who steal gifs generally aren't aware of the tagging conventions gifmakers use to catalogue their gifs & increase reach, so they won't include them. they might even say outright that the gifs are stolen.

some examples of stolen gifset tags:

this one isn't an exact science. a lot of newer gifmakers aren't aware of the [media]edit tags, or other well-established tagging conventions, and sometimes gifmakers don't have a unique gifmaker tag. HOWEVER, most do and, when paired with looking at the sizing, colouring, sharpening and overall consistency of the gifs, this is usually a good way to sus out if a gifset you aren't sure about is stolen/reposted.

that's it! i hope this was helpful, and that you are better equipped now to figure out if a gifset was actually made by the person posting it!

if this was helpful to you in any way PLEASE reblog, so more people can learn how to pick a genuine gifset from a stolen one. plus i spent a lot of time on this and i would appreciate it okay thanks byeeee

[aurumacadicus]

I think the problem most of you guys have with making comments on fics is that you overthink it. If you like a fic and want to leave comment, all you really have to say is "I like this fic!" Literally that's all. That easy. Don't worry about anything else. I promise this kind of comment makes me smile all the time. "They read it! And they liked it!" Which is really all I want to know. I have readers that don't even use words at all, just leave a heart emoji. Some people use different colors, and I find myself looking for them as soon as I post. "Yellow Heart hasn't responded yet, they must be very busy. Purple Heart is here already though!" I promise you a single heart is also happily accepted if you're still too nervous for words.

Commenting is a skill that develops with time just like any other form of writing. Eventually you'll start adding more with practice, and it will feel so natural. "I like this fic, especially the part with x, y, and z!" or "💚 Thanks for sharing!" If you like it, don't worry you're not saying enough. Just say something.

[woollypoison]

I've never seen such a wonderfully put together mood board that succinctly captures the whole vibe of the fic but you've really nailed it with the one for Never odd or even

How did you even find this pic? I can totally vision Chaewon feeling cheeky doing this 😳

Do you usually finish a fic before finalizing on the mood board? Or is it the other way around, where you let the mood board guide you when writing?

How long does it take for you to create a mood board? Were there moments that you just keep scrapping them?

Tried making a mood board but....

I got distracted

Wait that's just a horny board... 🙈

Brb gonna bonk myself 🔨🧱

No no, you've got talent for this, your horny mood board is making me wanna write Chaewon again.

But yeah, the Chaewon mood board I made is probably my favorite too. It's the second one I made, first one being the one for Aprons and Ears. How I found that pic is probably gonna sound silly, but I just searched for something along the lines of "erotic shadow aesthetic" on pinterest lol Let's see. Do I usually finish a fic before finalizing the mood board, or do I let the mood board guide me when I'm writing? This is a fun question, because I can really dive into how these mood boards help my creative process, so thanks for that! So I like sticking to the 9 image configuration for now, and I start working on the mood board at the same time that I start writing. Usually it sits with only 1 or 2 pictures of the idol that got me feeling funky enough to want to write them. Afterwards, the process becomes a bit muddy and molds to what I need for any given project. Sometimes, like for Pearl Necklaces, the idea is so solid in my head I don't work on my mood board until the full draft is finished. After the story is wrapped up, I work on the mood board, and try to let it capture what I wrote about. But for Never odd or even, I had a way harder time writing the full story, and had the mood board help me figure out where I wanted to go. I got stuck a lot while writing, not sure what kind of fucking I wanted, so I decided to start adding to the mood board.

This pic that I added, which is also Chaewon's hand btw for those unaware, is what inspired me to write the events that led to her and the mc having to take a shower. Sometimes, I just try to find images that suit the vibe and the color gradient I'm going for in the mood board, and let that inspire some events. How long does it take me to create a mood board? Hmmm, that really depends. Some of them are finished up within half an hour to an hour, some I tweak with for days. 8 out of the 9 images for Chaewon were locked in pretty fast, the only trouble I had was finding a good image that conveyed the chance based nature of the story that fit the color palette of the mood board. Sometimes it also just takes some time with knowing what images I want and having them, but tweaking the configuration of which goes where to get it just right. And sometimes, like with Pearl Necklaces again, I just can't figure out how to convey the obsession with giving facials I had in that fic without getting explicit, so I give up after hours and turn it into a joke by adding glazed donuts to the mood board.

Anyways, thanks for the question and the added inspiration :dumjj:

[rabnerd28]

Fulton Cats Write Up, Opinions and Headcanons

Alright y'all, I traveled across multiple state lines to once again see a production of Cats...look we already all knew I was a little freak for this show when went all the way to NYC for the Jellicle Ball and saw the Circus Cats that was local to me seven times, this is nothing. I saw the show from the gallery and the front row so I'll try to explain from both, but I'll clarify if it's one or the other specifically I'm mentioning. Also gonna include some theories and opinions after the summary, as well as few pics. Feel free to send me asks afterwards if you want to know more.

This is a long one guys, grab the popcorn. Spoilers ahead!

The set was so cool y'all! Obviously it's an abandoned amusement park, but they put a lot of detail into it. I'll have photos at the bottom but there was a way for the cats to get from the set to the second floor via the stage. There's also a giant sign over the stage that say "Jellicle Park". I couldn't see it from the front row because it was right overhead, but everywhere else you could see it. Lightning was also randomly flashing like there was a thunderstorm.

There's is an announcement for the start of the show playing like there's a severe weather warning for an amusement park.

Grizabella then crawls onto the stage and up to a large box. She takes off a tarp and it had Mistoffelees and Grizabella's names on it. She goes in one end and out the other sadly. She then takes the tarps off of carousel horses and each time she takes off a tarp a part of the Jellicle Songs intro plays.

Should also add that there is no overture in this production.

She then makes her way over to another box and opens it, pulling out a dress that she is wearing.

Sillabub then pops out of the box and says hello. At the matinee a cover was on, and she just had the Etcetera make up on, so I was expecting that for the evening show. But when Sillabub popped out of the box all blue I actually gasped. Yay, full cast!

Griz then runs off and Sillabub picks up her dress, but hides it when Munkustrap comes out. The Jellicles then all start popping out for Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats.

I'm gonna be honesty guys, the second Bombalurina popped out I didn't really register most of what else was going on this song, because I just fell in love and kept watching her. I told myself I wouldn't do that at the evening show, but you're never gonna believe what happened.

The cats all gathered in groups and spaced out like a choir for where they would normally get on the tire, and then Mugojerrie starts messing around and instead of the boot drop he's breaking form and singing part of "Please Don't Stop the Music" by Rihanna.

Bomba and Alonzo were pretty close this number and I thought they were going a Bombalonzo route, but that turned out not to be true, so you can scratch that.

Bomba and Tugger also did a dance together, with him lifting her at one point.

When I was in the gallery they actually sent the OC Cats up there to interact with the audience, so everyone gets some fourth wall breaks regardless of your place in the theatre. There was also the mezzanine and they sent Cats up there via the set, as it extended out to entrances there.

Tugger calls out the man over there, and they have a random member of the front row get picked for this role as they shine a spotlight down on him...two nickels.

Munk starts out Naming of Cats, then Bomba takes over reciting the first names. Alonzo comes out and cuddles her leg when she says his name. Demeter then takes over for the second set of first names, being very cheery when she says her own.

The cats whose names are said during the second type of name each say their own name. Then for the third name they all crawl forward to the edge of the stage and reach out into the audience. Me and Alonzo had a starting contest.

We then lead into the white cat solo and Tori's dance is very reminiscent of Gillian Lynn's choreography and has a few moves that are the same.

There are actually quite a bit of Gillian's choreography in this one, not the whole thing, but there are random bits.

Munk then does Invitation to the Jellicle Ball and intros the ball.

Quaxo then comes forward and he does Munkustraps part for the Old Gumbie Cat, being the one to nominate Jennyanydots for the Jellicle Choice.

She's in a little hat and a yarn dress that makes her look older. The gumbie trio plays it pretty straight. The mice are Sillabub, Etcetera and I think Electra, coming out with sunglasses and walking canes, basically being three blind mice.

When it's time for the tap break, Quaxo announces that Jenny may not look like much now but she used to be the star of the park. A curtain then comes down and we enter a flashback sequence. Several of the male cats come out in glittery gold sequined suit jackets, and have tap shoes on.

Jenny then comes out and she's wearing a sparkly cold outfit in her tap shoes, and they do some very impressive tap routines. Which included one where the boys formed a line and Jenny got on into a push up position and they would hop over her as she went down the line.

Jenny then goes into the audience and flirts a little with an audience member, and thanks them for coming.

The curtain comes up and it's Tugger time! I think it was Carbucketty who called his name.

Very good job on the number, lots of great choreography, Tugger was very much flirting with everyone and all the cats were excited to see him.

Cori and Tanto get the "Terrible Bore" line and they are not at all impressed by him.

There's a point where a couple of the guys are copying Tugger and doing his moves, and Mungojerrie gets too excited about and starts cutting into Tugger, so Tugger has to push him back.

Tugger dances and dips Demeter, which she is all excited about when she goes to join Bomba. Bomba dislikes this and does her Terrible Beast line and section with Tugger. Demeter is upset by this in the background and gets happy when Tugger rejects Bomba...somehow I will make this Demelurina.

At the end of his number he starts breaking the 4th wall and flirting with the audience. He asks if guests in the front row were "regretting those first row tickets" and I'm just like, if you looked two seats over you would see someone not regretting those front row seats (it's me!).

For the end, Mungojerrie one again interrupts Tugger where normally one of the kittens would scream, so Tugger hip thrusts into his face to get him to stop.

Grizabella then appears and Misto and Jenny are very happy to see her, but quickly hide that they're happy when they notice how upset the others are.

Sillabub is very curious about Grizabella and the rest of the cats are in pause as Demeter sings her part of Grizabella the Glamour Cat to Sillabub to explain who she is. It then unpauses as Bombalurina sings her part.

Bombalurina is the one to stop the Cats the most when they reach for Griz, and chases her off. Tantomile and Coricopat judge her for this.

Bustopher Jones then arrives in a blue car, and Jenny and Jelly sing their parts. Bomba doesn't sing this time and the "remarkably fat" line is sung by Bustopher himself.

He then gets on the hood of the car for his part, and Bomba is also on the roof as he sings.

When he comes down the cats bring out dishes and he goes to each one before deciding on the last and grabbing a candy apple.

He then gets back in the car and does his toodle pip line before the last line the rest of the cats have and then drives off.

Macavity scare and all the cats exit the stage and we hear Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer giggling.

The two appear in the sides that go into the audience and play flashlight tag with each other. Mungojerrie then shines it over the audience and says "wow this audience is much better looking than the previous evening/matinee's" depending on which show you see. I was at both Jerrie, am I hot or not!

The two then crawl along the front row and making commentary on the stuff the patrons put on the ground, before they pop up having stolen something from an audience member. At the matinee Mungojerrie stole a bag and my thought was, wow that's gonna be real close to where I'm going to be sitting for the evening show...so it was exactly where I was sitting. I think they pop up once they meet in the middle, and Teazer stole my Jellicle Ball fan!

Then once items were returned Teazer does a handstand on my arm rest! Y'all I had such a good time here!

Noticed that Jerrie had a bi flag cat patch on his little vest, so good for him.

The number was really high energy and funny and overall great. After the ming vase "broke" Jerrie told Teazer to blame it on the dog. She also gets super annoyed when he tries to take all the credit for their misdeeds and they end on the tandem cartwheel.

The rest of the cats don't come out to scold them so they keep playing flashlight tag as they go offstage.

Cori and Tanto come out and are the one to announce Old Deuteronomy. They then make Misto go and retrieve him, as the cats sing the beginning portion portion before Munk and Tugger take over for their parts. Munk is on the stage while Tugger is on the upper level as they do this.

Old Deuteronomy then announces that it's time for the Jellicle Ball to begin, so no Macavity scare as they go into Song of the Jellicles and the Jellicle Ball.

The one thing I specifically remember from Song of the Jellicles is that Bomba was the one to sing the "You would say we have nothing to do at all" line instead of Tugger.

The jellicle ball was pretty good.There were a lot of group dances and quite a few partner dances. At the start of the Honky Tonk section Tugger yells "Party Time" and all the Cats start ramping up.

Early on, many of the older cats sit towards the back and it seems that Bomba is directing the younger kittens in doing a dance. Carbucketty coming up to her afterwards and Bomba giving her some praise for her dancing.

More of the cats dance and Old Deuteronomy then picks Victoria to do her own dance, and she ends up dancing with Alonzo.

Alonzo and Victoria are pretty clearly meant to be a couple as they start dancing together. Bomba and Tugger are also doing a dance together behind them, till Tori and Alonzo walk off. Tugger and Bomba get very sexual during their dance and the go off when Tugger lifts Bomba onto his shoulder...won't lie it was a very suggestive position.

Alonzo and Tori then dance together again as four Cats on carousel horses are pushed out and moved around till they all meet in the center display that Munk and Misto are on.

Alonzo and Victoria do the Pas de Deux which does include a couple of steps from the original, specifically Tori getting lifted completely upside down over Alonzo's shoulder. Alonzo also lifted Tori a few times earlier.

We then get into a cuddle pile, and I can't tell you most of the couples, but I can say that there sure were a lot of Cats onstage. Also that Cori was hooking up with a male cat and I pretty much only noticed because it was three feet in front of me. I think the other cat was Johnathan, but don't quote me on that.

At the end of the ball, instead of leaving, the cats all head to the back of the stage to rest and the Misto/Griz box is out as the stage gets dark.

Grizabella then appears and steps through the back of the box. She comes out the front, but it's a younger version of herself played by Sillabubs actress. She does a little dance, and then steps back through the box. When she steps out again she is her usual self.

She sings Memory and then the lights go up as all the cats wake up. Mistoffelees is excited to see her and goes over to her, but once he sees that everyone else isn't happy about it he stays at a distance.

Bomba goes over to shoo her away while Sillabub goes to touch her, but both are stopped by Old Deuteronomy, and we basically go into a freeze frame as act 1 comes to an end.

Act 2 begins right where we left off, Old Deuteronomy lets go of Sillabub and Bombalurina and is very angry at Grizabella. He sings Moments of Happiness as the other cats watch. He then indicates that she should go.

She starts to leave but Sillabub starts singing Moonlight. The other cats join in except for Old D and Bombalurina. Bomba ends up being the only one standing and looks around confused at them all as they sing.

Griz and Sillabub go to touch each other again, but Bomba gets in the way and hisses at her to leave. Griz then runs off and Bomba turns back expecting all the other cats to be okay with her decision, but they're all mad at her. She expects some reassurance from Jenny or Demeter but gets none. She then runs off and is gone for Gus through Skimbleshanks.

Alonzo looked like he was gonna go off after her, but ends up staying with Victoria.

We then begin Gus the Theatre Cat. For the most part played pretty straight, but the "scream" is a little baby meow. And at one point all the cats assume Gus is done, but then he keeps going and they all return to paying attention to him.

For Pekes and the Pollicles, Jelly gives an intro, saying that Gus is her grandfather and talking about how his best role was that of the Rumpus Cat. A curtain comes down indicating that this is a flashback.

Gus is meant to be in a dressing room getting ready when the "actor" who plays the police dog comes in drinking. Gus scolds him for it and takes his flask, proceeding to chug it himself.

He puts on a shakespearean era outfit and the curtain goes up where the pekes and pollicles are fighting. They're also in the same style of dress, but are wearing dog masks, with the backdrop being an old England town.

They took out the section that's racist, good call, and to make up for time included part of the instrumental from Growltiger.

More pekes and pollicles comes out, and at one point the police dog appears with a flip, only to just walk offstage.

Gus then jumps out for his Rumpus Cat part, but quickly becomes distracted and talks to the audience, making a lot of cat puns. "Tabby or not Tabby", listing musicals he's been in - The Great Catsby, Mewsies, Les Meowsirables - and then making puns over what drinks to buy the audience before Jelly reminds him that he's supposed to be acting right now.

He then does the Rumpus Cat, and when they're supposed to scatter like sheep he makes them all leave while they bleat like sheep.

As the number comes to an end the cats surround Gus and do a slow clap as it returns to no longer being a flashback.

A train whistle goes off and it's Skimbleshanks time y'all!

He comes in on a handcar, and he's got on suspenders.

Quaxo, Munkustrap and Tugger are the ones to do lead vocals on the number, taking turns for singing certain sections and lines.

All the cats grab pillows and for most of the number they pretend to be passengers on a sleeping car. Tugger and Munk have a little pillow fight at one point.

Skimbleshanks jumps into Coricopat arms at some point, and Cori is so unimpressed he just drops Skimble after a minute.

Their train car is them forming four lines, with the last line holding umbrella's for the wheels, two cats at the front who hold a banner for the "Jellicle Railway", and Admetus in the front holds a light that shines right in my face...front row is great guys! Skimble is also lifted on the shoulders of two other cats.

Macavity time now. There's a scare as most of the run off, Bomba returns and Demeter gets all excited. Macavity then jumps out of a magic box, and runs around the stage a bit before going off.

Demeter then excitedly tells all the remaining cats about Macavity. She is very much into him in this version. During the break between her two verses, Macavity swings on the planks of the coaster in the background before disappearing again.

After Demeter's ends it's Bomba's turn and she is less into Macavity. It feels very "Yeah, he's hot, but have you considered that he also sucks and no one should go near him."

The other girls then do the part where they say his list of crimes. I remember Jenny, Sillabub, Victoria, Rumpleteazer and Jelly being the cats, but don't quote me on that, but I know there was also at least one more.

Macavity then appears after the song, and the cats scatter till it's just him, Demeter and Bombalurina.

Demeter wants to go to Macavity, but Bomba pretty much makes her leave. She and Macavity then enter a slight stand off, but when she goes to leave Macavity grabs her.

She realizes that he's trying to kidnap her, and tries to fight him off, but calls for help. Several male cats arrive to save her just as he climbs on top of her and they pull him off.

The macavity fight is done with several male cats, can for sure say Tugger, Munk and Alonzo plus three others I don't remember which, fighting him as the stage is in darkness. There would then be flashes of light around the stage that would show part of the fight as it was happening in a very cinematic way.

Old Deuteronomy then steps in and gets everyone off of Macavity. Macavity then holds his claws to Old D's neck and kidnaps him. Bomba is the only one to say the "Macavity's not there" line.

Post Macavity Bombalurina and Demeter do a little reach out, but Bomba just goes to check on Alonzo...I never thought I'd say this about a Cats production, but the Demelurina is really disappointing.

Tugger then suggests calling Misto, which all the cats doubt him on. Tugger, simp that he is, then starts Mr. Mistoffelees.

Misto appears on the second floor out of an entryway for a broken down ride, and gives a little presto before climbing down.

Once he gets on stage he gets to do his dance break. Occasionally he would go over to Tugger and get a little bit of approval for his dancing...this is the most Tuggoffelees in this who show guys, we're not thriving here either.

AND HE DOES THE 24 FOUETTÉS! Guys, it was so good! For those that don't know, Misto in this production is played by Paul Giarratano, who was also Misto in US Tour 6. But the tour had the same choreo as the Broadway Revival which cut the fouettés from 24 to 12. So it was really awesome to see them live! I literally went "wait was that the 24?" at the matinee and counted them during the evening just to be sure. He might have done 25 or I slightly miscounted.

Misto brings back Old D, by summoning his box and the Old D bursting out of it. I've seen three non-replica's in the past year and they all used the box to get Old D back. Maybe it's the new non-rep standard.

Misto did the run and jump hug to Old Deuteronomy, aw.

They then send the cats up to the gallery and mezza...I don't know how to spell this, second floor and have them drop balloons down on the audience. They then spread throughout the theater for the audience to throw around. The cats also went out into the audience like they normally do for the number and Cassandra was right in front of me as she sang.

Old Deuteronomy and Tugger seemed to be having vocal battle during the ending part of Mr. Mistoffelees.

Munk then announces that it's time for Old Deuteronomy to make the choice and Grizabella appears.

Misto then makes time stop for everyone except Sillabub and Griz. Sillabub then crawls towards Grizabella as she sings Daylight and when Misto un-pauses time Grizabella is allowed to sing Memory for her chance at a new life.

Munkustrap and Tugger help her get onto one of the boxes to do so...they are touching her, I would like to point that out.

She sings Memory, Sillabub sings her part, and just before "Look a new dawn has begun" Sillabub grabs her hand.

Bombalurina then comes forward and Sillabub lets go expecting Bomba to chase Grizabella away again, but Bomba then takes both their hands and puts them back together. The three then go to the side as Old Deuteronomy goes to make the choice.

Jenny and Gus stand on either side of him, with Quaxo and Jelly with them, sort of as their sponsors, and when Old Deuteronomy looks to each of them, they both deny their chance at being the choice. Which means that Grizabella is made the Jellicle choice. Shocking, I know.

She is then put in a roller coaster car, and Misto uses his magic to move the car, and it goes up the wooden coaster on the stage. There was a projection of a coaster on the background of the set, and it's zoomed forward, and we see an animation of the car going through it before flying off into the night.

The Ad-dressing of Cats had each of the cats sit and listen to Old D, with a spotlight getting shined on each one for them to stand up. In the highest part of the set you can see Macavity in the background watching the whole thing.

They separated Demeter and Bomba for the curtain call...no one is suffering more than me.

I did get to meet some of the OC actors after the show, specifically Merlin, Ivy and Juniper. Embarrassed myself by asking one if Fantasia was a reference to the Warsaw production. The ensemble member was not gonna know this RAB. *smack hand in face emoji*

If you do go see this production go to Hershey Park the next day to have the full amusement part experience, that's what I did.

Set Photos

Things I learned via Internet

Sillabub is the daughter of Grizabella and Munkustrap. Grizabella left when Sillabub was a baby so she doesn't remember her, and Munk was left to raise Sillabub on his own, but with the help of everyone else.

Tugger and Macavity are brothers. Old Deuteronomy is for sure Macavity's father, but unknown for Tugger.

Mungojerrie, Rumpleteazer and Skimbleshanks are Jelly's kittens. If I had nickel for every non-rep where Skimble was Jelly's kids.

Demeter and Plato are in a relationship.

Tugger and Munk aren't brothers in this, but they are best friends.

Headcanons

Bombalurina is Bustopher and Grizabella's daughter. This would make her Sillabubs older sister as well.

I've landed on Alonzo and Bombalurina half siblings via Bustopher.

Carbucketty is a Bomba kitten. She's very close to her in certain moments during the Jellicle Ball and Bomba looks to be encouraging her. It's very cute.

Demeter and Electra might have some relation. I'm mostly basing this on how similar they look.

Some Opinions

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer are so perfect in this it's not even funny. Just the perfect little guys who are there to mess around and have fun. Mungojerrie is just also so funny.

One again we have the non-replica Bustopher Jones problem, of them constantly making it about the food. *Deep sigh* It's not as bad as some others, but at the same time, why is the Jellicle Ball the only non-rep that doesn't do this?

Bombalurina my beloved! For once I wasn't thinking, "man this needs more Bomba" because there was so much Bomba! I love her so much! She has a lot to do, and she's so protective of everyone, and I just love how conflicted she is at times. On the other hand...

There's stuff in this I dislike, but I can be pretty forgiving towards it, but there is one thing I absolutely hate about this production, and that's what they did to Demeter. Because she is literally a completely different character. And if they just made her have less anxiety, or made her calmer, I could live with that. But like, all of her actions are basically the exact opposite of Demeter. Demeter's not into Tugger, in this one she's into Tugger. Demeter's normally scared of Macavity, now she wants him oh so bad and in no way conflicted over a past relationship with him. Demeter has a connection to Grizabella that is clearly very complex, god forbid we have that and the only thing that stays the same in regard to that is her singing Grizabella the glamour cat. Her role in the story is just non-existant to the point where you might as well not even call her Demeter. Literally, I memorized who she was from the photos and I still kept questioning if that was her just because of how different she is. And there's been other productions that have made changes to Demeter, but normally I can see the logic behind it, but I don't know why they did this to her, when all it does is make her not Demeter.

I also felt like they would do more with the connection they were trying to make between Grizabella and Misto. IDK, it was there in moments, but he doesn't even really say goodbye to her at the end when she goes to the Heaviside Layer.

I'm officially done with productions making Sillabub or Old Deuteronomy be the one to touch Grizabella. Like, I get it, we all know that ALW was horny for Sarah Brightman which caused Jemima and Victoria to be the two characters that they are, but we can't just try and put them back into one character again. Remember, Tom Hooper did that and it didn't go well. You don't have to make it Tori if you make another character the physical aspect of your show, but at least make it someone who's thing hasn't been pretty much just trying to convince the others that she should be the choice the whole time.

Overall I did really like this production, and I do like that it changed things up in some areas. Just the stuff I dislike ends up being stuff I really dislike rather than just not having a preference for it like I normally would.

[unladielike]

    "Oh, you mean like polyamory?" Vivian absentmindedly ends up uttering aloud. "Honestly, I thought most celebrities were monogamous... or in layman's terms, normies who happen to date only one person at a time; in fact, I don't know many famous people who are in open relationships, let alone idols who secretly have more than one romantic partner," she then admits. Why, Vivian could certainly see idols having many secret hookups and flings, sure, but more than one romantic relationship? Honestly, to her, it sounded a little far-fetched.

    "If you ask me, though... I feel like a romantic relationship involving more than two people could only work if all parties involved happen to be some sort of queer," she proceeds to idly point out, because for some reason, polycules involving straight individuals of mixed genders almost always led to disaster. Also, harems rarely worked out in real life, to the point where she was pretty sure Ryuta Watanabe was the only Japanese man who succeeded at maintaining a polyamorous relationship while remaining heterosexual.

    "Of course, by 'queer', I'm referring to those who identify as LGBT," Vivian then adds, because she's aware 'queer' was more so a Western word, to the point where it might not have been adopted into the Japanese lexicon alongside neo-pronouns. Still, she doesn't fault Mizumachi for having the boundaries he does, because if you aren't aromantic or polyamorous, sharing would understandably be quite difficult

    "And that's fair. I mean, we all have different things we look for in a partner. Not to mention, it's way better to be on the same page as another person first before becoming completely blindsided by certain stuff later on," Vivian acknowledges. Naturally, this means if someone knew they absolutely didn't want children, it's important they stressed that to whoever they're interested in, just so problems didn't proceed to crop up months down the line.

[水] 

“Hm… but ya can meet her at Disney. Meet and greets or whatever.”

That’s basically a celebrity, isn’t it? They sell merch of Ariel too, so she’s basically a celebrity in his books. If Hatsune Miku could be a virtual singer celebrity, why couldn’t Ariel? Didn’t matter though, considering she’s a taken women, huh?

“Uhhh I forget the names, but there’s 7 daughters, 1 for each of the 7 seas.”

That’s a whole 6 other sisters to go for instead! Those are some good chances if he had to say so himself.

“Eh? I think it’s normal to be a bit jealous in a relationship though?”

Otherwise, it meant that you didn’t care about your partner. Of course, it was about moderation too. You couldn’t be too jealous either to the point that you do something crazy.

“Ah? Nahhh, I meant like, I can’t share, yanno? I don’t really like those open relationships. What do ya call it again? 3p? I don’t like that stuff.”

Japan did have a pretty… loose definition of being loyal to your partner, like not seeing going to host clubs as cheating, but he didn’t personally agree with that mentality. It probably stemmed from the fact that he played sports, and sportsmanship was big with him. Integrity and honesty were core qualities that he looked for in a person, and he wouldn’t tolerate anyone cheating on him.

“I think someone super famous means I’d have less time with em and that kinda sucks, yanno? I’m already busy with sports, so a popular person like a celebrity means I’ll never see em. Maybe if I really liked em, I could deal with it.”

Mizumachi could be patient, and he would respect the grind, but distance was hard to get over. Think of him as a dog, who just wanted to be around his loved ones all the time, so having a relationship where you were basically a long distance relationship with how you’d rarely have time to see each other… that was really sad to him as a concept.

[sickly]

Writing this at 2:17 AM after listening to messy by lola young. I decidedly try not to be personal online, particularly with emotions.

I'm someone who figured out they were autistic later in life but everything clicked when I did figure it out. I've always been quiet, and always had a monotone voice. It never fluctuates even when I'm pretty happy unless it's for pretty heavy hyperfixations. When I'm not masking, that's what it is.

I've always had a difficult time making meaningful connections. Most interactions I've gotten to have are people who want something from me, or want me to forward them in some way. Or at the worst, make fun of me for being neurodivergent. I'm abrasive, defensive for my own livelihood.

That "worst" part, being made fun of? Yeah, that's been a constant. The bullying - it was relentless. It wasn't just the overt stuff either; it was the insidious, quiet kind of exclusion that really digs in. It teaches you that being different is a target. It teaches you to put up walls, to brace for impact. You learn to expect the jab, the sneer, the whisper behind your back. And it definitely amplified that defensiveness I mentioned. It's hard not to be when your whole life has been spent feeling like you're constantly on trial for just existing.

And that's why art has always been really good for me as an outlet. I can let it speak for me. You interpret. It’s where I can scream without making a sound, where I can finally let my voice fluctuate, even if it’s only through color or line. All that frustration, all that isolation, it gets channeled into something. Sometimes it’s raw and angry, sometimes it’s a quiet yearn for something. Art doesn't judge. It just… is. And it accepts me, exactly as I am.

Funny how that experience with bullying also made me want to do the opposite for others. I've poured so much into building large communities online, trying to create spaces where people feel genuinely welcome and safe. Where they don't have to experience that gut-wrenching feeling of being an outsider. I've seen firsthand how powerful a sense of belonging can be, especially for those who, like me, have always felt a bit out of sync with the world.

But here's the kicker, something you learn pretty damn early on: you can't make everyone happy. No matter how much effort you put in, how many safeguards you build, there will always be someone who's dissatisfied, someone who wants to tear things down. It's a tough pill to swallow, but it's a reality check. You do your best, you create the space, and you learn to accept that some things are just out of your control.

And that's another thing, the weight of expectation. Not just from others, but from myself. After pouring so much into creating those communities, into being that safe space for people, you start to feel this immense pressure to *always* be that person. The one who has it together, who can mediate every conflict, who can always offer the *perfect* advice. It's exhausting, honestly.

But here’s the truth: we're all just varying levels of weird. Every single one of us has our quirks, our unique ways of seeing the world, our own personal brand of strange. And that's okay. More than okay, it's what makes us interesting. It's what makes life vibrant. Imagine how dull everything would be if we were all perfectly carbon-copied versions of "normal."

We have to talk to each other. We can't spend our lives hiding behind our perceived differences or letting our anxieties build walls between us. Communication, even when it's messy or uncomfortable, is the only way to bridge those gaps, to challenge those initial judgments, and to actually see each other for who we are beyond the surface. It's how we find our people, build our communities, and ultimately, make sense of our world.

Ultimately, it's a continuous process of learning, adapting, and sometimes, just taking a deep breath and reminding yourself that it's okay to be exactly who you are. The art keeps speaking, the communities keep striving, and the conversations, however imperfect, keep happening. And that, I guess, is pretty good for the 2:17 AM version of me.

[ofir553]

Hating Annabeth is misogyny - Sorry, but I'm allowed to hate any fictional character I want, especially if the fictional character acts like Annabeth. To be honest, I think that makes you a misogynist! You define Annabeth as "just a woman" and can't think of any other reason why people dislike her other than be a woman.

In addition, if hating even one woman who doesn't really exist makes you a misogynist, then everyone in the world is a misogynist. I'm sure if you're an Annabeth Stan reading this, you don't like me, and guess what? Drums, drums, drums, I'm a woman! You are misogynist, Even if you don't hate me, I can name real people and fictional characters that I'm sure you don't like, and surprise - they're women! For example, Dolores Umbridge.

According to the logic of some Annabeth fans, hating Umbridge is misogyny because she is a woman But why stop at women? According to the logic of those fans, hating Luke Castellan can be explained by hating men and not by the fact that he tried to kill children! If we follow this logic even more, every fictional character or real person you hate is because of hating women/men, Muslims/Jews/Christians/... Whites/Browns/Blacks And so many more that I don't have time to write.

Imagine the bully who bullied you. You hate him because his eyes are green, not because he made your life a nightmare! Or the girl who spread lies about you. You hate her just because she doesn't share your religion!

conclusion: Saying that someone hates fictional character because he is a "misogynist" is stupid in my opinion, especially since many of the people who hate Annabeth are women themselves Also, the hatred for many of the things I mentioned is real. I myself have received death threats because of some of them (religion, country...) but saying that someone hates a fictional character just because she is female is ridiculous especially because many of her haters are women and I used that just to show how ridiculous it is

[markos-husband]

@sloppychoppedtop

This was actually really fun to write!! Don't kill me but I'm splitting this into two parts so here's part one! Part two can be found here!

🌡🔥Heatstroke🌡🔥

Being in a war against your own AC isn't fun. Not even a little bit. How does someone get into a war with his AC? You might be wondering, well, by calling him creepy.

Hector was a man of his word, any promise he made to *his* sweet, handsome, amazing, darling human, he kept. Hector's only goal was to make him as happy and comfortable as possible. When he walked into the house and felt that blast of cold air hit him after a long day at work, it made Hector smile, knowing it was he who made the human so comfortable. Sometimes, Hector turned the heat up a bit too much to get a glimpse of skin when he took off his shirt due to the heat but never too hot, well, until now.

Currently, everyone in the house was caught in the middle of Hector and the human's battle. The heat in the house was unbearable, it was probably cooler outside in the summer sun. Every object was sick of both of their stubbornness. It was fine to hate someone, plenty of objects disliked each other and some even the human, but to make everyone else's life miserable and hot wasn't fair. Especially over an argument. Which leads us to how this began, Hector and the human.

The human was talking to Hector and called him creepy. Was it mean? Yes but did he fully mean it? No! Maybe he had been hanging out with Reggie too much. Hector was shocked and taken aback. His lover, his angel, his everything called him creepy? Sure, maybe he was a bit obsessive but he wouldn't say creepy! He stared at the human through the grates, anger rising in him.

"Creepy? You think I'm creepy?"

Hector's voice hardened as he gripped the bar of the grates that he was hidden by. He couldn't hold back, his perfectly articulated words that usually worship the human in front of him now twisted cruelly.

"Here is the truth of you. It is a truth I would have dreaded, if I'd ever even let myself consider that it might be what was underneath that exterior I have warmed and cooled and cared for. God, if I had ever truly believed you could be capable of this... I would have frozen you out. It would have been an arctic blast to rival the coldest winter's chill. The ice would have rimmed the windows to match the coldness of your heart!"

Hector said, growing more intense. He sounded angry, which he wanted, but just beneath the surface, he was hurting. All he wanted was to worship the ground the human walked on and this is what he got in response?

"Oooo I'm so scared"

The human said, crossing his arms. He stared back at Hector with just as much animosity but, similar to Hector, he also didn't mean what he said. He had picked the wrong words but couldn't go back now, he hoped maybe it would resolve itself but it didn't, especially as Hector got angrier.

"No you aren't, not really, not yet."

Hector spoke after a beat, his voice was quieter but much, much scarier.

"If you understood the power I wield over you, the innumerable ways I have protected you, sheltered you... Coddled you! Then the fear would be seeping out of you like coolant. Thick. Fridged. Overwhelming. But I have time. Time is all I have, and one day, you will see."

With that Hector left, and the human was stunned by his words. *The fuck did that mean?* Now, everyone knew what that meant, melt out the entire house to get back at him. He wasn't going down with out a fight though, from blocking low vents with Harper and Cam to boarding up higher vents, anything to keep Hector from being able to be a part of the house without leaving the attic. This made Hector angrier, which made the temp rise even more.

The human spent a lot of time in the gym now with Fantina, desperate for some cool air, which Fantina happily supplied. She was extremely uncomfortable from the heat like everyone else in the house but was so happy he were spending time with her. Hector's jealous grew as he heard Fantina and the human together but he refused to turn down the temperature.

"You know how glad I am that I'm cooling you down, I mean, I just can't get over how much time we're getting to spend together!"

Fantina exclaimed but it was clear she had more to say. She bit her lip as she nervously chuckled. She was the one the other object in the house decided should convince the human to fix things with Hector but she really didn't want him to be mad at her.

"But, uhhh, wouldn't it be nicer if, um... if... well, uh... ifyoustoppedactinglikealittlekidandfixthingswithHectorbeforeeveryoneinthehousemelts!"

Fantina finally said, her words so quick they melted together. Her cheek were red and sweat rolled down her face.

"I'm a fan! I shouldn't be sweating! Please, don't be mad at me but I can't take the heat anymore!"

Despite Fantina's please, he stayed strong on his standing. He crossed his arms before standing up.

"No. Hector's in the wrong, I should have to fix this."

He declared before leaving Fantina in the gym, practically melting into a puddle. He headed downstairs to the kitchen, hoping to get some relief from Freddy. He froze in his tracks as he saw the state of Freddy. Freddy looked like he was going to collapse from the heat, yeti's did not do well in this type of heat.

"Cool kid, you need to fix this right now."

Freddy grumbled as he grabbed a melting popsicle and popped it into his mouth. He grabbed another and tossed it at the human in front of him.

"Fix. It. Now."

Freddy growled as he leaned against the wall, grabbing a frozen bag of peas and placing it on his forehead. Okay, well now he did have to fix it. Fantina's pleading wasn't enough but Freddy's threatening was.

[morethedifferentmorethebetter]

Rewatched the "Vörjeans Live on WÖR-TV - Smak ilag fast tär heim" and I had to keep myself from commenting on all the little Tomäänin moments/Tommy trying so hard not to be obvious on the actual video so I'll write it here instead (and tiny Jakob shining through moments, because I can't help myself).

Random thoughts:

Of course Tommy has to point out, not one but at least two times that Määnin is the toughest man in Vörå.

As soon as Freppa starts to criticize that he started Corona and that Tommy believes it because Määnin said so. "Now you're on really fucking thin ice." No one gets to criticize Määnin when Tommy is present.

Whenever Tommy jumps up and down on the stage I can't help but think 'Jakob, your Duracell rabbit mode is showing'. The energy level on that man is insane.

I must have missed the first time I saw this that this is where we learned their surnames (and Määnin's real name).

Of course the prize for Vö-bo of the Year goes to Määnin. I'm sure Tommy voted more times than it should be possible.

Määnin nodding when Tommy says an audience would have signs saying "more Tommy".

"All of Vörå wants more songs about Määnin" aha, not just you then?

"More Määnin to the people" More Määnin to Tommy, don't you mean?

You're literally singing a song about Määnin showing his ass, Tommy. You're not subtle in any way.

I counted at least three songs about Määnin. (Counting the Määnin part in "Freppa starta Corona")

"Nu har vi stilla Määnin loversana lite, men ja gissar att de int e mätt ännu" *looks away from the camera kind of sheepishly like he can't look at audience* ("Now we've calmed down the Määnin lovers a bit, but I'm guessing they're not full yet")

Tommy actually smiling when he announces the soccer game. Nice to see that smile that I'd recognize anywhere. :D

Tommy admitting in "Rikti rockabilly mama" (aka the closet song) that he still hasn't found a woman. Which means the 'tjänjin' he sings about in other songs are fake, right? Or didn't stick around. And the camera knows what it's doing. As soon as he sings about that lady, Määnin is in the frame. You're literally singing about a female version of Määnin, Toms.

"Å hon passar både ovanpå å under min huv" TOMMY TALL!!!

The way Tommy looks at Määnin during "Ta me heim" like 'yes, you could convince me to do anything'. He looks him up and down *twice*, istg. (also Jakob is such a good actor in this song, he really does look drunk off his ass.)

*Thåossin and Freppa having a solo battle during "Vörådagan"* Tommy: "The obvious winner, that's Määnin."

"Kom närmare bara" ("Just come closer") during Määnins langradin in "Drick Määnin Drick". You could have worded that differently, Toms.

Tomäänin singing in the same microphone.

Tommy "helping" to lift Määnin by holding the hem of his jeans, realizing that isn't helping and draping himself halfway over Määnin's body. XD

I am totally normal about these dorks, I swear.

ADDITION: Tommy getting off beat in the third chorus of "Drick Määnin Drick" 'cause he's too busy getting excited and singing close to his crush basist.