#I'm not dyslexic so i need corrections

[swallowtail-lotus]

Their S/O has Dyslexia {Poseidon/Buddha}

I'm not dyslexic myself and I had to google the proper meaning so I apologise deeply if I wrote dyslexia wrong.

🔱Poseidon-

You were sitting on your bed you shared with your husband, book in hand and eyes reading over the words until a long word stumped you. You frowned at the words, trying to read it in your mind. The moment your husband walked in, he knew immediately what was wrong.

"This again?" His flat tone brought you out of your mind, jumping up and nearly dropped the book in the process.

"Of course you'd know." You mumbled, letting out a tired sigh. Poseidon's face didn't change at all, like usual. He approached the edge of the bed, looking down at your smaller figure and at the book.

"T-this one.." You admitted feebly, averting your eyes to the sheets of the bed. The blonde stared blankly at the book and the word you were stuck on. After a minute of silence in the room, he snatched the book right out of your hand and placed it behind him on a small table.

"Wha- why would you?" You watched your husband stare into your eyes, almost glaring at you.

"I'm sorry. I don't think-"

"Don't even finish that damn sentence." Poseidon interrupted. You visibly flinch at the sudden volume of his voice.

"Why? Don't you expect absolute perfection from all beings?" You asked, frowning at the blonde god.

"That may be true, but if I say you're perfect, then it is true." You were taken back by his words. Poseidon went to the other side of the bed and laid down beside you. He said nothing and brought you in for a hug.

You both laid next to each other, enjoying the peace and quiet in your room.

🍬Buddha-

Eating a piece of chocolate, you were reading a letter you received from someone you knew nothing of. The letter contained some words you couldn't exactly read, but you were trying. It was frustrating to try reading complicated words.

Big arms wrapped themselves around your waist, pulling you close to a hard chest.

"Another one of these? I swear you need to set it straight." The voice of your sweet loving boyfriend made you feel a little better, but the words displayed in front of you were preventing you from feeling such.

"I know, but I want to know how to read and-" suddenly the letter was snatched out of your hands and thrown away. You tried to go after it, but his arms were too strong for you to escape.

"You don't need some confession letter for that." He said, his voice slightly muffled by the lollipop in his mouth. You opened your mouth to speak but was silenced by his lips on your own. It wasn't a surprise when you tasted the sweetness.

"Hey, don't even think about that. I chose you for your personality." He reassured, like he knew exactly what you were gonna say. You were too stunned to say anything, leaning against your boyfriend's chest.

After that, the two of you just laid under a tree, Buddha's hand stroking your hair and whispered comforting words in your ear to help you sleep. 

[butterflybastard]

“if they treated islam that way instead of christianity everyone would be upset but because christianity receives that treatment nobody cares”

I've seen this mentioned many times the last couple of months and I can’t help but want to cackle every time I hear it. the reason being, I've been simultaneously raised christian and muslim pretty much since I was a born until I became a teenager and rejected both religions (it’s a long story I'll spare you the ramblings).

anyways being raised that way has left me with twice the religious trauma (neat!) and I think and hope an insightful perspective regarding this statement about how it’s super “unfair” that Islam gets treated “better” than christianity. to me christianity and islam are unsettlingly similar expect for a few major differences. the first of those differences being (you guessed it!) discrimination. the disdain, violence, exclusion, disgust and hatred that are targeted at muslims is ya know dangerous. on the other hand in the current year and place where I live there is no discrimination towards christians (if anything they most of the time do the discriminating). 

soooo criticizing, ridiculing and or rebelling against both of these religions comes with potentially very different consequences. what are some of the consequences for christianity? you’ll give people hurt by christianity comfort and or tools/motivation to break free from a religion that was probably forced upon them and some christians feewings get hurt UwU. 

for islam tho? any criticism risks being used as the ammunition used by islamophobes to discriminate and harm innocents. maybe you think I'm making too big a deal out of this point but I'd like to point to the whole “narcissistic abuse” thing and ask you if you’ve ever wondered how that has impacted folks with npd. of course I think both people who have been hurt by islam and people who have been abused by someone with a stigmatized and demonized disorder absolutely should be able criticize that which has, and those who have, hurt them. but! I also think they owe it to those folks who have to deal with the fallout to at least try to criticize and vent in a way that doesn’t just transfer your pain onto them (and further stigmatize and demonize people). 

so to the people who cry about shit like bikinis with the father, the son and the holy spirit printed on it and whine that this would never happen to islam and it’s unfair that christianity gets treated this way, I request that you cry harder and less loudly, because I assure you that your little tear puddle of righteous indignation is infinitesimal compared to the oceans of unending pain your funky little cult has caused countless innocents. 

and to wrap this incoherent mess of my opinion and my feelings up. i think people should be free to follow their own religions and I also think people who have suffered by the hand of those religions are allowed to make art, jokes, sexually explicit material and what have you about those religions to cope with their trauma. but I personally draw the line at obliviously and ignorantly using coping strategies that happen to further contribute to discrimination, stigmatization and demonization of vulnerable people. and lastly I think I should be allowed to hunt the christian god for sport and eat his bones : ) 

[quilliums]

Not sure if you answered this already, but I’ll bite: what is the purpose of the modern lawn?

Hey sorry this took a minute this got buried really quickly. I'm gonna answer this publicly because I get alot of shit asks for saying lawns aren't evil incarnate and you've asked without being an asshole so you win a real answer hon.

Ok I'll start by saying that the history or purpose of lawns that you see on Tumblr is not strictly not true. That being lawns coming from large English and French manors having these large gardens as buffer zones. That this became a status symbol in the 1700's? I think. So you know people mimicked this to get a piece of the status in colonial America. Unfortunately I'm only barely qualified to talk about the European to American lawn pipeline. So as I reference history later on I'm only referring to Europe and America, the fucking failure we all are.

Anyways this is true, BUT it is not the whole truth just one reason why plantations have long sprawling lawns leading up to the manor.

The history that predates this interpretation is that the word and concept of a lawn comes from the medieval concept of grazing of what we would call public land. They called it laund or launde or laune or landą. It's hard to tell exactly which comes first and where it comes from. You've got these old words from old English, old French, and proto German. These were open fields that served the community. They were most commonly used to graze the animals of the community and to provide buffer spaces between the communities farm's. This space was essential to the survival of these medieval villages. It's a part of history not really discussed much, but bush fires and forest fires could take entire villages if the fire could spread indiscriminately.

How this went from community service and fire safety to elite status symbol is kinda complicated. So short version is community owned -> owned by local lords -> included in lords estate -> exclusive to the lord -> used to keep community out of lords land. That's the gist of it, I don't know every detail of it and it's complicated.

So finally we get to the modern lawn right. Which servers a very important role just like public land used to. We don't have cattle to graze anymore, but we still have fires. Rampant fires. There's this trend that starts in the industrial revolution (it began before that but that's where you really see the impact) of city fires. People began living in very close quarters on a large scale. Not just at capitals, but the more regular appearance of what we would consider a town start to appear across Europe. As people stopped having to have space for cattle and farming and moved into housing that had no buffer between them a small fire could burn down an entire city. Like on the mid 1600's when London pretty much burned the ground.

As people settled America there was not only a cultural need for space, but a family living outside the reach of the original colonies was on their own. If your house was just in some trees somewhere if a forest fire came you died. Flat out. The common rule of thumb that is not enough anymore was five men, five men laid down which ended up being thirty feet-ish in practice. There was also a large need to be able to see a larger area surrounding your house which pushed the tree line back even further, shit was dangerous out there alone. That's a whole other topic though. Back on track. The difference between these mostly wood based buildings in a wooded area and modern only kinda wood based buildings in a non wooden area is temperature. An open wood fire generally only burns so hot (GENERALLY), a fire that's burning on a whole lot of different materials has a much bigger variation in temperature. A modern American house burns HOT, insanely hot actually. Hot enough to catch the inside of near by house on fire and burning it to the ground. Take the north complex California fire which burned down over 2,000 buildings. There's no building code in California that mandates a minimum fire distance, which for the temperature of a modern house for is atleast fifty feet. Ideally it's fifty feet on each side so almost a hundred feet altogether. Fifty feet is the minimum distance any flammable objects should be away from your house if your out in the woods which again can be more manageable temperature wise. If the near by structure is a building that can burn at 1,500 to 2,000 degrees Fahrenheit then it needs it's own fifty foot buffer radius.

I swear we're getting to the lawn. Green living well manicured grass is hard to burn. It's internals contain a decent amount of water (it's why grass takes a lot of water to grow in dry climates). Living grass doesn't burn very hot and is hard to burn. It'll save your god damn life and all your worldly possessions as well. Which in America is your life, without house no job, without job no money, workout money no life. It's sad but simple.

That's not everything, but I just worked holiday mandatory over time over 60 hour work week because America is hell. Cut your grass it could save your life and your neighbors lives. ✌️

[tealvenetianmask]

I want to think a little about Blitz's self-perception with regard to his lack of education/sophistication. In my opinion, HB gives us a very accurate portrayal of what it feels like to navigate relationships when you're a person with a long history of feeling like you're never good enough ("I can always do better").

Let's start with his friendship with Moxxie, though like a lot of my posts, it will find its way back to stolitz.

Moxxie doesn't necessarily have more formal education than Blitz. I mean . . . he likely had the economic resources growing up, but I don't think Crimson seems like the kind of parent to prioritize education. Besides an education in violence. I assume that both Blitz and Moxxie had some basic education as kids, but the difference is that Moxxie likes "high culture(ish)" things like musicals and bow ties, enjoys knowing details about history, and probably reads for fun. He's also the kind of ". . . um actually . . ." friend who can make even a secure person feel a little stupid. Not that Blitz doesn't sometimes need to be called out, but Moxxie does seem to take some joy in correcting him.

And yes, Blitz bullies Moxx and calls his junk tiny and tells him to eat a salad, but like . . . it's pretty obvious that to some extent, Blitz is covering up for feeling inferior to Moxxie on some level.

We see how Blitz really feels about this in Truth Seekers.

Borrowed observation from excellent reaction youtuber Omn1media: When Blitz hallucinates Moxxie lecturing him, Moxxie goes really hard specifically on the insults to Blitz's intelligence. Moxxie's speech is also much more rambly/laced with figurative language than it is in their real (non-imagined) interactions.

We can see from Blitz's face in these scenes that these comments really get to him. Of course they do- he's making them up in his own nightmare.

"Foolish flights of fancy" is the rest of the caption there . . ."

He's very upset by the idea that he's really inferior to Moxxie- under all of the bravado, he's deeply insecure. It probably doesn't help that the truth gas made him admit that he didn't like the musical that Moxx recommended. Yes, I know that was a Cats joke, but also, Blitz bothered to lie, and he doesn't seem allergic to hurting Moxxie's feelings, so I think he wanted to pretend to "get" the "higher art" that Moxxie likes.

Okay so if Moxxie (with an essentially equivalent status and education) manages to unintentionally make Blitz feel stupid and uncultured, how does this translate when Blitz falls in love with Stolas, who IS objectively very high status and very well educated and DOES speak in "fancy rich people" language?

Oh. Right. The pedestal, the impossibility, and all of that.

I'm not saying that Hell's strict hierarchy doesn't have a lot to do with how Blitz perceives a real relationship between himself and Stolas as impossible- it absolutely does. And so does his history of failed relationships and heaping backpack of trauma. But also, the education/sophistication piece is there, and it's major.

I'm on the fence about whether Blitz actually sees himself as stupid or is just worried about being perceived that way by others. He obviously knows he's very good at the work he does, and that takes both a certain level of strategic thinking AND some very brilliant improvisation. I think he knows this. But he also knows he'll never . . . let's say, be the best read person in the room (if you want to know my thoughts on Blitz and literacy, click here- but short answer, I think he's quite literate but also dyslexic).

I think that like many real people who are kind of out of the box in this way (disrupted education and/or neurodivergence) he's simultaneously aware that he's very intelligent AND deeply insecure about being stupid or having others devalue his kind of intelligence.

[mixiury]

Here with you — Wanderer x GN! Reader

Summary: After a long walk with Wanderer, you ended up exhausted, taking a small nap with your companion in the middle of the forest.

A/N: I corrected some typos I noticed after reading this again. I am dyslexic and English isn't my first language so I'm sorry if there is still some. Please feel free to point them out!

"Come here, lie with me."

"Why would I? To get my clothes dirty like yours? No thanks." Wanderer answered to your request almost instantly, showing little interest in changing his mind.

Both of you have been walking for hours now, enjoying the cool breeze that the trees of the Sumeru forest release.

It's hard to keep track of time in a place like this, especially when the silence and calm stretches out in its entirety and all you can hear is the soft melody of the birds with the snapping grass and leaves you are stepping on the ground while you walk.

But even though your hiking companion doesn't need to take breaks and the beautiful views of the landscapes along the way help in motivating you to continue exploring, you soon end up finding your feet and legs demanding you to rest, lying down on a small and comfortable hill, while Wanderer reluctantly agrees to wait for you a few minutes.

"Are you sure you don't want to join me? The sun is nice." You know what his response is going to be, but you keep insisting anyways, hoping that some miracle will happen that would make him change his mind and rest alongside you. However, as was from being expected, his head just turned away, ignoring your request with the same stubborness that characterizes him.

Defeated, you find solace in the warm sunlight and fresh grass you lie on, slowly imbuing yourself in its trap as your eyelids fight to stay open.

It is not until he notices how quiet you have become that Wanderer's gaze finally returned to your sleeping figure, noticing each deep breath you take as your chest rises and falls steadily, with nothing to interrupt you from falling into your calm, soft slumber.

It's annoying how you allow to put yourself in such a comfortable state in the middle of nowhere. As if, in this precise moment, nothing else mattered.

It seems like you don't know how easy of a target you are right now, not worrying about your surroundings and all the dangers that are around you. It only takes a few seconds to end a human's life and it's much easier when you're in such a vulnerable and peaceful state that you wouldn't even be able to react before you feel the pain of your aggressor hurting you.

And yet, the mere thought of it makes him feel sick and jealous of you at the same time. How can you live your life so carelessly? Is it because you don't have any self-prevention instincts inside that empty brain of yours? Or are you just so naive that, even knowing how he can easily leave you to your own devices, you still trust him enough to allow yourself to be in this position?

Knowing you will probably never tell him, he decides to search the answer by himself, quietly approaching you and laying down next to you, hoping that the sound of the grass rustling next to you won't wake you up or interrupt your dreams as he watches you in complete silence.

And it's only now, after he finally gave into your request, that he understood what you were talking about.

The faint rays of the sun really feel like a bliss the moment they caress your face, intense enough to embrace you with their warmth but not to the point of burning you. Contrasting with the cloudy and gloomy Inazuma mornings he had grown used to.

It has been so long since he felt this warmth and calmness, still staring at you steadily and letting himself enjoy the peaceful nature of the moment.

It feels illegal that him, out of all people, could experience an instance like this. He, whom from the day of his creation the only birthright that has been given to him was an eternity of grievance, shame and solitude, simply lying on the grass without any other concern but you.

He doesn't understand it but he wants to. Your presence itself has already helped him understand a hint of your normalicy, something that he had spent decades chasing and longing for but was never able to hold for long enough to call it his. And yet, he lets himself fall into your trap and comfort, finally taking a break from all the thoughts that have been stuck in his mind as he simply rests by your side.

[pinkthrone445]

Hey sweetheart, can you write a Melissa x reader

Reader is a math teacher in Abbott but for a reason cause the reader is dyslexic and some teachers kind out and start making fun of them. Melissa doesn’t like that and stops it real quick. As someone with dyslexia it really hits lol

-I'm here to help-

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:fluff, short

Warnings:strong words

Summary:Melissa doesn't like it when she hears other coworkers make fun of you and decides to help you.

Hi gorgeous, I'm dyslexic too hahaha, I wrote this from my own experience, I hope you like this and that I fulfill your expectation, thanks for the request 💕

Abbott elementary, a school where children had opportunities to learn when elsewhere they had been rejected. It was an inclusive school, the teachers with their low budget, did everything possible to give the best to their students. Some children lacked many things in their day-to-day lives, so you as teachers got involved, sometimes too much, so that they did not feel lacking anything in which you had the opportunity to help.

You, as teachers, were also very careful in cases of bullying, sometimes putting an end to it even before it started.

You did everything to take care of the children, unfortunately, very rarely was there anyone who did anything to take care of you.

Problems between teachers were solved by the teachers, no one else intervened or helped, not even if you were the one who was being bullied.

It had been a very long and heavy week, grading exams and daily life had greatly drained your energies. You urgently needed the weekend to be able to rest well and recover. Not only did you feel tired, but the tiredness affected other parts of your being, like your dyslexia, it wasn't usually that bad, but when you were tired it was worse and you didn't even realize it.

As a math teacher, it was rare for your students to notice any mistakes in the equations, but when it was your turn to write or read something, it was easy to highlight your mistakes. Although the children were very kind in helping you see what you had written or read wrong, they didn't do it in a mocking way and that calmed you down and helped you a lot. If it wasn't for them correcting you, you wouldn't realize your mistakes even if you read the word 5 times. There were times when you didn't even notice your mistake, such as letters being moved or letters that were similar to each other being swapped, and other times when you knew you had written something wrong but couldn't see what it was even though you had it in front of you. Sometimes you changed the order of letters and other times you didn't write all the letters of the word skipping some, there were also times when you confused one word with another. It wasn't something that happened every moment of the day, but the accumulated tiredness was affecting you to make it happen more often than usual.

Apparently, some teachers at school found it very funny that you made mistakes because of your dyslexia, many times at lunchtime you would find them talking and making fun of you, stopping whenever they noticed you were in the room. It usually didn't bother you, but you were so tired that you had little patience and things affected you more than usual.

It was already thursday, all you had to do was take the last exam and correct it, so you would close the grades and the children who passed would not have to return the last weeks of the year. But you were so tired that you didn't realize that in that last exam you had several mistakes when writing it, so when it came to correcting and realizing that everyone had made a few many mistakes because of you, you had no choice but to recognize it and cancel the exam and the notes, hoping that the kids will take it again and the parents won't be mad at you.

Sadly, when you realized that mistake, you were correcting in the teacher's room where everyone who commonly made fun of you was. They had already been talking about you and you knew it, but when you noticed the same mistake in all the exams and your face transformed, it caught their attention

-"Look at dydy over there, it looks like she is having an existencial crisis"-They whispered between each other, they called you dydy because they thought it was a funny nickname for someone with dyslexia. You tried not to pay attention to them and rubbed your hands all over your face trying to find a solution, you've never had a mistake this big that affect the kids exams and grades so much. You were so stressed and tired that your eyes filled with tears without you noticing. At the moment when you started crying, Mel walked into the teacher's room, it was weird to see her there, she always went to the room on the first floor and not that one on the second floor. The redhead's eyes immediately landed on you, and her brow furrowed with concern

-"Are you okay hon?"-Mel asked worriedly and you sighed trying to calm yourself down

-"Yeah... It's just that I made a mystic on a test and it affects every kid in my class"-You replied to the redhead and listened as the others laughed and mocked

-"That nickname it's better! Mystic! She said mystic instead of mistake!"-A fool made fun of you and you grunted annoyedly as you got out of your seat

-"You know what I meant! I meant mystic, not mystic!"-They laughed again and you sighed, when someone repeated the words you said wrong, you had a harder time saying it right-"I meant to say mistake!"-You screamed grabbing your papers and walked out of the room.

-"I don't understand how she is a teacher with how stupid she is and all the mistakes she makes when writing or reading. I don't understand how she got her degree"-One of them spoke up, continuing his mockery. Melissa stared at them and took decisive steps to them, if looks could kill, his body would be lost somewhere where it could never be found

-"Look assholes, she got her degree like all of us by studying and giving the best of her, and if she got it it's because she deserves it, I'm sure she deserves it much more than each one of you. Dyslexia is not a sign of stupidity, there are many people with dyslexia who are very intelligent. On the other hand, you are stupid, although you have no excuse for being that way. Her students have some of the best GPAs here at the school, better than any of your classes, do you know why? Because she cares about her students instead of meddling in other people's lives. If I hear any of you once again speaking ill of her, I do not assure you that you will ever see the light of day again, capisce?"-The redhead spoke in an authoritative voice, and everyone nodded in fright. Mel then turned around and started looking for you, finding you in your classroom surrounded by papers

-"Hey hon, how are you doing?"-The redhead asked, entering your classroom, where there were no one else besides you, and she came closer until she was in front of you, but you kept looking at your papers

-"It's nothing Mel, I'm fine"-You answered without looking at her, trying to convince her even though your eyes were still red and watery

-"Don't lie to me, If you don't want to talk, I understand, but don't lie to me. You don't cry when it's nothing, you cry when something hurts. Is it because of what they said? You know that they're stupid, do you want me to come back with my bat?" - Her comment made you get a little laugh

-"Usually it doesn't bother me what they say, but this week has been terrible, and if I already feel like a bad teacher day by day with my problem, I feel worse when they highlight it and make fun of it... Did you know that because they made fun of me, the school made me take a spelling course? Like that's my problem... Usually it's not that bad and I can handle it thanks to a lot of exercises I made, but now I'm tired, stressed, hungry and in a bad mood and that makes me make more mistakes... Like in these stupid exams where I got almost every exercise wrong so the kids also got their answers wrong... Not only do I have to retake the test, I have to revise it 10 times before I take it again or the kids' parents will kill me"-You muttered through your breath annoyed, and Mel sighed at the sight of you

-"Come to my house tonight, I'll help you... And I don't take no for an answer"-She said and walked out of your classroom before you could protest or say anything.

That night you went to her house and knocked on the door with a pot of ice cream in your hands, when the redhead saw you a big smile filled her face and let you in, the house had an exquisite aroma and a beautiful atmosphere. You had been there before with Barbara who was also your friend, but it was different to be there alone, you could pay attention to more things and details.

Mel grabbed your coat and made you sit at the table serving you a plate of food that looked delicious

-"I thought you'd help me with my exam"-you joked and she sat down next to you with another plate for herself

-"And that's what I'm doing, I know that tiredness and not eating well affects your concentration, so first we'll eat so it's easier for you to see the mistakes. I also put on my computer a font that is supposed to help people with dyslexia, the two of us will correct the errors of the exam and then read it between the two of us to make sure it's okay, yes? But first, enjoy your meal"-The redhead commanded and you ate smiling feeling a warmth in your chest, she had not only defended you, she had paid attention to you and kept her promise to help you. And that wasn't the only time, she made sure that whenever you needed help, she was by your side.

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

HI DILLOOOO!!!

So sososososo, as a plant mother of 6, can you do headcannons of the gang with a s/o who loves plants and has like a ton that they constantly take care of?

If not no worries Ik it’s a kind of strange request love u (platonically) 🫶

A/N: For sure bro! I am the proud owner of 9 little potted plants, they sit in my kitchen windowsills and I dote over them with all of the love in my heart. I'm a huge fan of succulents and cacti, and I hope you're a big fan of these headcanons!

DARRY CURTIS

Darry is amused by your love of plants, thinks it’s cute how excited you get whenever you talk about them or whenever you get a new one

He’s not against your love for them at all and will offer up the windowsills in the kitchen for you to house all of your plants if you need the space

I have a feeling his Mom had a bunch of plants? Like flowers in the flowerbed outside, small plants in the windows and vases on the table so having plants back in the house is something special to Dare

Not that it’s not special to the other Curtis boys, I just think Darry sort of resonates with that sort of thing more? I don’t know, it just works okay? Trust me?

But also trust me on this, you do not want him anywhere near your plants and I mean anywhere at all

He’s bad at remembering to water them and definitely doesn’t have any sort of a green thumb so do yourself a favor, and your plants too, and don’t let Darry take care of them at all

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop Curtis kills every plant he touches so for the love of God, don’t entrust your lovely little plants babies to him, they will not survive

He doesn’t mean to kill them! He just never remembers to water them or waters them too much or leaves them in the sun too long or moves them out of the sun or-

Soda does like giving you plants and flowers though! He’ll do flowers more often than anything else, just cause they’re easier to come by, but expect a few small houseplants every now and then

Yes, the flowers do come from the flowerbeds in the neighborhood, and yes, the flowers are often times just various weeds and wildflowers that he thought were pretty and figured you’d like

He tries to remember the names of all the plants? But you and I both know that Sodapop is wayyyy dyslexic and wayyyy forgetful so sometimes the names come out wrong

But that’s okay because he’s trying and you can tell and he’s just so adorable when he messes it up because once you correct him, he’ll repeat the word a few times just so he can try to remember it 

PONYBOY CURTIS

This boy is surprisingly good at taking care of plants? And he’s very good about giving them the exact amount of sunlight and water that they needed and making sure that they’re growing the right way

Side headcanon that tacks onto Mrs. Curtis having plants, but Ponyboy was definitely the one who helped his mama water all the plants because he just would, ya know, it’s a Ponyboy activity

Pone likes to check out books from the library about plants, specifically flowers and their meanings, and sometimes the two of you will pour over them together, looking at all the pictures

He checks out even more books when you leave him in charge of watering your plants because heaven forbid anything go wrong with your babies-

Ponyboy likes to call the plants by their proper names, boy’s practically a plant identification app after he starts dating you, I swear to everything-

You show him a plant once and the next time you bring that plant up Pony will have at least three facts about it, the symbolism of the plant, and it’s directions for care 

DALLAS WINSTON

If you have plants and you care about them at all, do not leave them in the care of our Mr. Winston, you will not have plants anymore

No matter how hard he tries, he just can’t keep plants alive and it’s literally the funniest thing ever because he does all the same things you do and still kills them- he thinks the plants have something against him

But, there is one plant he has that has managed to survive, a hearty little succulent in his room at Buck’s that has somehow not died yet

Of course, that little plant came from you and Dally loves that thing a whole lot but he will not allow himself to water it, for fear of killing it off, so he makes Buck water it and gets really upset if Buck doesn’t water the little plant on time

No matter what you name your plants or what the plants actually are officially titled, Dally will call them by the most obnoxious names because he doesn’t want to be bothered to remember what they are

He knows all the names, don’t let him fool you on that, but he’d much rather call them names like floppy green leaf and spiky bush  

JOHNNY CADE

Johnnycake loves that you love plants, he thinks it’s sweet and cute how much you care for the little plants you’ve potted so carefully-

He’s very gentle if you leave him in charge of your babies, following any direction you leave him down to the exact letter, he will not mess anything up and everything must be done perfectly

Dallas likes to mess him up and bother him while Johnny’s watering your plants, saying things like “You weren’t supposed to do that one, ya know.” and “You sure you haven’t already watered that one, Johnnykid?”, and my personal favorite, “You think they’d notice if we swapped out a plant?”

Johnny very quickly stops involving Dally when you leave him charge of plant care

He likes learning about the plants too, he’s like a little sponge when it comes to the care information

Johnny’s really good about remembering which plants are which, even with the ones that look really similar and have similar names, he likes to ask you about them just to see you get all excited <3 

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Two-Bit Mathews is a forgetful person and for that reason, I strongly advise against letting him take care of your plants, he will not remember them until they’re already wilting

That being said, he does think your plants are super cool and will constantly point out new plants to you and ask if you know what they are

It doesn’t matter if you know what they are or not, he trusts you completely when it comes to plants and you could flat-out lie to him about the plant and he would just nod like he understand exactly what you’re saying

Two-Bit really likes cacti I think, the spikier the better, and will always try to poke yours if you’ve got any, no matter how many times he ends up stabbing himself on the points

If you were to give him a plant, I think he’d actually cradle the pot like it was a real baby, super psyched on having his own plant and being just like you! (Give him one of those ones that are like nearly impossible to kill because if his plant dies, he will be very, very sad)

He keeps the plant you gave him in his room, perched precariously in his bedroom windowsill and makes it very clear that no one is to touch it because he’s afraid someone’s going to to kill it

STEVE RANDLE

THIS BOY. Loves to shower you with flowers and I mean all the flowers he can get his hands on, he gives ‘em to you whenever he sees you

Steve gives you small bouquets from the corner store, gives you the wildflowers growing on the edges of the lot, gives you the hearty little weeds that poke up between the sidewalk cracks

Do not let him take care of the plants. I will only say that once. Do not do it.

He can help you pot and move them if you need to move your plants, but he is way too heavy-handed when it comes to watering them and will drown your plants, it’s not at all, I swear-

You can tell when he messes with them too cause he’ll leave grease smudges on the pots and we all know, Steve doesn’t wash his hands nearly as much as he should, and to be honest, with his interest in cars, he’s constantly covered in oil and grease

It’s cool though, he’s way into cars, and you’re way into plants, it’s kinda cute when the two of you go on tangents about your interests and the other one just kinda looks at the first with hearts in their eyes 

TIM SHEPARD

There is one (1) plant, one singular plant, in the whole Shepard household and you are the only reason behind its presence-

It’s in the kitchen, tucked behind the sink and seated right under the window, probably the best spot for a plant to be and it stays there proudly, vibrant and leafy and green

Tim pretends like he’s indifferent about your love for plants, not really having an official opinion on the plants you cherish so dearly, but he’d be lying if he said that his heart didn’t pitter patter at least a little bit faster whenever he sees that plant in the kitchen

Tim likes the plants that are easy to take care of, that only require weekly or bi-weekly waterings and absolutely no pruning, he just wants to dump some water and move on

He doesn’t have a green thumb and he doesn’t have the patience to deal with the plants that require a lot of effort-

He’s bad at remembering the names too and will just wave his hand vaguely when he’s trying to talk about one until you describe the plant in a way that he recognizes

CURLY SHEPARD

I can see Curls really digging plants? And just gently cupping a plant in his hands, those scarred fingers wrapped around a pot with the tiniest sprout poking up through the dirt

Imagine for a moment, if you will, tucking a flower behind his ear- something bright and colorful against those inky black curls while he rolls his eyes fondly and bows his head to give you a kiss-

He likes planting things with you, messing around the dirt and planting your various flowers and other greeneries in pots and flowerbeds 

Curly will get bored with it though, very fast, especially if you’ve got to plant a lot or you’re working with boring plants, and he’ll try to get you to do something else instead

When you’re watering plants too, he’ll try and nudge your hand so you end up dumping more water than you needed to because he’s a mischievous little somebody who likes to mess with you

Expect a lot of flowers from him too! Little bunches of flowers from the sidewalk and from the yards he passes, clutched tightly in his hands and presented to you with the widest smile 

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Older Brothers Best Friend 

Pairing: Corey Cunningham x f!reader 

Prompt/summary: You’d known him nearly your entire life, and at least half of the time you’d had a crush on him. Now that the two of you are older, the jokes started to get flirty between you when you were alone. When your parents are gone and your brother is asleep on the sofa, it’s the perfect opportunity to talk to Corey who’s also awake in the middle of the night. But when things go from lighthearted jokes to something more, how will the night end? 

Word count: 6.5K

Warnings/contents: Strong language, light fluff, smut: clit stimulation, fingering, oral, light nipple stimulation. 

Notes: I know a few of you have been waiting very patiently for this chapter and I hope that it meets your expectations! I started this off a completely different direction, but the inspiration wasn’t flowing until I thought about this story and it all seemed to just piece together. It was enjoyable to write, Corey needs more attention 😭

I proofread this, but it's also really long and I'm dyslexic, so... here's to hoping it's all right. I know I had to correct a couple small things.

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With a yawn, you rolled over in your bed and stretched your legs. You’d been curled up for the past few hours in the same position. Your shoulder ached from how you had been laying. With a soft grunt, you checked your phone and winced at the bright screen. It was 2 o’clock in the morning. By accident, you had fallen asleep around 7 o’clock this evening. Your stomach growled since you hadn’t eaten dinner. 

Deciding to get up and get a snack, you forced yourself from the warmth of your blankets and yawned quietly. You could hear the faint sound of the television on downstairs. Your parents were gone for the night, so of course your brother had invited Corey over and the two of them were watching stupid movies in the living room. 

You were quick to slip your socks and sweatpants on in an attempt to stay warm, but you shivered when you left your room. The rest of the house was rather cold, but the heater in your room kept you nice and toasty. Your brother always complained that it was too hot in there which meant for the winter months, he often didn’t come pester you. 

As quietly as you could, you crept down the stairs. You peeked into the living room and saw your brother passed out on the sofa, but Corey wasn’t there. Shrugging it off, you headed for the kitchen. You had known Corey since you were 5 years old, you didn’t think it mattered if you ran into him in the kitchen in the middle of the night. 

Sure enough, the man was in the kitchen getting something from the fridge. He heard you walk in and sent you a small smile. 

“Can’t sleep?” He asked, then he showed you the snack he had in his hand. “I brought it.” 

“Honestly, Corey, I don’t really give a shit if you eat our food.” He gave a soft laugh and stepped out of your way. “But no, I can’t sleep. I fell asleep super early. What about you, why are you awake?” 

“Your brother snores like the devil, how could anybody sleep near him?” You laughed this time and raided the refrigerator, though you were quickly reminded that you lacked a bra. “So, how have you been?” He asked, leaning against the counter across from you. “How’s school? How’s your boyfriend?” 

“School is fine. I’m excited to be done, honestly. As soon as this year is over I graduate. But that’s also kind of scary, honestly.” You sighed and shut the fridge with nothing in your hand. “And my boyfriend? He’s a cheating piece of shit.” 

“Oh, fuck. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay. I’d rather know now that he and my friend were secretly fucking the whole time than marry him and have to find out then.” You turned, crossing your arms over your chest beforehand, and looked at him. You sent him a small smile. “So, what about you? Any pretty girls you’re talking to?” 

“I’m talking to one now.” You laughed. 

“I meant in general, dingbat.” He gave a soft chuckle and shook his head as he looked down. 

“Not really, I’m not exactly the most popular guy in town.” You were quiet. “You, your brother and my parents are pretty much the only people I ever talk to.” 

“I’m sorry.” He shrugged. “Well, you know you’re always welcome around here. Even if my brother isn’t around, I like hanging out with you, too.” He sent you another small smile. 

“Well, I like hanging out with you, too. I appreciate it, really.” 

“Do you ever get lonely?” You asked, slowly walking beside the man and leaning against the counter beside him. “I’m sure it really… sucks.” 

“It’s hard to get too lonely. Your brother texts me a lot. I know that… not everybody hates me, but…” He stopped talking and looked down again. You decided to drop the conversation. 

“Well, I was supposed to go to this concert with my friend you know, but she’s a two-faced, backstabbing road-whore who blew my boyfriend in a Wendy’s bathroom at 2 in the morning, so… maybe you wanna go with me?” 

“Road whore, really?” He chuckled. “Sorry.” 

“No, it’s funny.” You shrugged. “Like I said, I’m just glad I found out now.” 

“Why don’t you ask your brother to go with you?” 

“Maybe… I wanted to go with you.” He raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Why would you want to do that?” 

“Because, I like you.” Gently, you bumped your shoulder into his arm and made him smile. “I know you were always kind of my brothers friend, but I feel like since we’re so close in age we started to kind of become friends, too.” Your cheeks flushed quickly. "Unless I was wrong—“ 

“God, no,” he was quick to cut you off, “You aren’t wrong. We’re friends, too.” Relief flushed over your whole body. “It just… isn’t great publicity to be hanging around me so much.” 

“Who fucking cares what those simple-minded dickwads think about you anyways, Corey.” You scoffed, shocking the man. “You’re a hot guy who rides a motorcycle now.” 

“I appreciate you a lot, and I really don’t want to sound like a dick, but you couldn’t ever understand what it’s like for an entire town to look at you like they wish you never came home.” His tone was soft, so was his sigh. “I think it would have been easier on everybody if somebody killed me in prison.” 

“It wouldn’t have been easy on my brother. Or me.” You added quietly. “My parents like you, they always have. One day things won’t suck so bad. You’ll be away from here eventually.” 

“And what, leave you?” He joked. “You look cold.” He was simply changing the subject, but you worried he had seen your hardened nipples when you moved. You quickly tightened your arms across yourself. 

“A little bit.” 

“Why didn’t you get a blanket?” 

“I didn’t think anybody would be awake and it would be a quick trip.” You moved away from him and rummaged through the cabinets, grabbing a sleeve of crackers and getting a drink from the fridge. “You think you’re gonna be up for awhile?” Corey watched you until you turned around. 

“Probably. I was thinking I’d go to your brothers room. It’s at least quieter in there.” You gave a soft laugh and shut the fridge. 

“If you’re going upstairs anyways, could you possibly carry this for me?” You grabbed a second snack from the cabinet and gestured to your drink. Not only did you want to continue talking to the man, but you weren���t sure what you wanted to eat and both of the things you chose sounded good. 

“Sure.” He grabbed the drink and followed you, creeping quietly past your brother. Nothing had ever happened between the two of you, nor did your brother ever know about Corey’s crush on you or your mutual shared feelings for him (or the joking flirting that the two of you frequently engaged in), but Corey had always worried that your brother might not like the two of you spending so much time alone together. Especially not in your room. 

The two of you made it to the top of the stairs, then to your room where it was warm. Corey gave a soft sigh as he set your drink down on the nightstand. 

“God, it’s warm in here.” You giggled and nodded. 

“I get cold.” 

“I guess you do,” he teased as you rolled your eyes with a small grin on your face. “Do you need anything else?” 

“No, I’m good.” You smiled at him. “You know, if you want, you can stay. I was gonna watch a movie. If the heat doesn’t kill you.” Corey gave a soft laugh and looked at your bed almost hesitantly. “I don’t bite.” 

“I’m sure you don’t.” 

“What, do you?” You teased the man who’s face was quick to flush. 

“No.” He said with a slight laugh, but he wouldn’t meet your eyes. Your cheeks were quick to warm now as a short moment of silence washed over the two of you. 

“Uh, well… I’m gonna watch something, so… feel free to stay if you want.” 

“And sit… here?” He asked, looking back to your bed. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

“Would… would he get upset?” 

“Well… I don’t think so?” You frowned. “You can always just shut the door if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

“That feels… sneaky.” 

“What, you’ve never been sneaky before?” 

“Not with you.” You hesitated for a second. 

“Well it’s not like you want to be sneaky with me, so it shouldn’t matter, right?” Corey stared at you for a second. “What?” He shook his head and turned to shut the door. 

“Nothing.” 

“Well then it shouldn’t be a problem, right?” 

“Yeah, yeah— no, I mean no, it shouldn’t be… a problem.” You raised an eyebrow at the man. 

“Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“No.” 

“How come?” 

“I don’t know, it’s stupid.” You patted the spot on the bed next to you. 

“You could tell me.” 

“I’ve never… been alone with you in a room with the door closed.” Instead of sitting with you, Corey anxiously shifted his weight to his other leg. 

“Okay…?” 

“I mean… call me crazy but there’s something… here, isn’t there?” You frowned. 

“In my room?” 

“No—“ he huffed, “I don’t know, maybe I’m wrong.” 

“Well, wait— explain it to me a little bit.” 

“Are we not always flirting with each other?” He seemed to blurt out. “Am I making it up?” You sighed and looked down. “Goddammit, now I made things weird.” He rubbed his eyes and gave a defeated sigh as his shoulders slumped. “Look, I’m sorry— I misread the situation. I’m just gonna go back to your brothers room.” 

“No, hey— wait.” You stood up and walked towards the man, but you stopped a few feet away from him. “Okay— yes, you’re right. We are sort of always flirting with each other, but I didn’t… I’m not great at this whole… thing.” 

“What thing?” 

“My boyfriend cheated on me because I don’t know how to do the whole emotions thing and she did.” 

“No, he cheated on you because he was a sneaky piece of shit.” 

“Okay, that too,” you agreed, “But… you get my point.” He nodded softly. “I wouldn’t have ever known how to just tell you that I thought you were attractive.” He was quiet for a second before he spoke again. 

“Well, you just did.” Your face was hot as you avoided eye contact with him. “I guess I’m not exactly one to talk.”

“We’re kind of a mess here, huh?” You laughed. 

“I guess we are.” 

“I didn’t mean anything weird by this, you know.” You added. “Bringing you in here. I didn’t want to… make you think anything like that. I think you’re cute but I really do like you, Corey. I know that… after everything happened you kinda pulled away, but I’ve never thought anything less of you.” 

“I know. But I still think maybe you should.” 

“That’s dumb. I’ve known you since I was 5. I think if anybody has good reason to trust you, it’s both my brother and I.” 

“Do you ever think that something like this would make you out to be a bad guy, too?” You frowned. “Don’t you already get enough shit for being friends with me?” Despite his now tougher demeanor, Corey reminded you now of the little boy he once was. “What you want to go out with me or hold my hand and then what? Everybody would hate you, too.” 

“I don’t know who you think I am, but I’ve never really given a shit what people think about me.” You spoke softly at the man that was slowly getting more emotional. “Come on, Corey— I was friends with someone everybody told me not to be. I dated someone that everybody called sneaky.” 

“And now what, you want to be seen with a murderer?” 

“Because I have a crush on some guy that has to immediately make it bad?” 

“Maybe.” 

“I get that it’s hard on you, Corey, but I don’t care what they think. About you, about me, about my brother, about my ex— it’s never mattered to me and I really don’t think that it ever will.” 

“You’re going to make a martyr of yourself.” You laughed. 

“That’s not how that’s used properly.” 

“You know what I meant.” 

“I know.” 

“Then just… stop it.” 

“What if I don’t want to?” 

“You should.” 

“Corey, since when in the 15 plus years of knowing me have I ever done what I should do?” He gave a soft laugh and shook his head. 

“Maybe once.” 

“Exactly.” 

“This could be twice.” 

“Or maybe you could just shut the fuck up and kiss me.” Things were quiet for a second, Corey looked shocked, you were almost about to apologize when he finally took a couple of steps closer to you and leaned in to kiss you. Part of you was shocked, but you were quick to grasp at his shirt and kiss him back. Corey’s warm hand gently cupped your face as he gave a shaky exhale against your mouth. 

It was a soft, quick kiss, but when he pulled back, Corey stayed close. So close that you could still feel his shaky breath on your lips. 

“I’m so shocked you had the balls to do that.” You teased the man who laughed and gave your cheek the slightest slap. 

“Shut up and kiss me again.” You gave a soft laugh before you did what he asked and pressed your lips to his. Corey gave a soft hum, and between kisses muttered to you. “You’re doing what you’re told to do. Shocker.” 

“Mmm, shut up.” You mumbled back between quick kisses. Corey gave a soft hum but did what you said, reaching his hand down to hold your waist when the kiss got more feverish than before. Your fingers held onto his shirt tight, as if he was going to pull away or disappear at any second. In consolation, the hand that held your face now rested on top of your hand on his shirt. A silent way of letting you know he wasn’t going anywhere. 

Corey pulled back and looked at the door. 

“You don’t think your brother is going to wake up, do you?” With a soft hum, you shook your head. 

“Usually when he’s out, he’s out for the night. But if you’re so worried you could always lock the door.” 

“Yeah, that’s not suspicious at all.” He joked, though he did finally let you go to lock the door. You sat on the edge of your bed as he turned around and looked at you. Sending him a smile, you seemed to entice him back to you as you rested back on your hands. He moved to sit beside you on the bed and gave a soft sigh. “Remember when I said I didn’t want to be sneaky?” You gave a soft laugh and nodded. 

“And look at you now.” You sat up and looked at him. “We could always just unlock the door, open it, and watch a movie.” 

“God, no.” You laughed again at the desperate tone he gave you and moved to straddle his waist. 

“Then I guess we’ll keep kissing.” You pressed your lips back to his, this time wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Corey immediately leaned into the kiss, grasping your waist with his hands and giving you a gentle squeeze. You decided to do something a little bold and leaned in close enough to press your chest against his. Corey gave a tiny sound into the kiss, inching his hand slightly up your waist. 

Despite how short of a time the two of you had been this close, it didn’t feel close enough. Your hand slid up into Corey’s hair and gave it a gentle tug. This time, he moved his hand up and cupped it around your bare breast over your shirt. You gave a shaky exhale into the kiss when he gave it a gentle squeeze. 

“Is this okay?” He asked quietly as he pulled back from the kiss. 

“More than okay.” You kissed him again. “Touch me anywhere you want.” Corey gave an almost embarrassed laugh into the kiss. 

“Don’t tell me that.” You smiled, reached for his hand and cupped it around your other breast. 

“Really, Corey— wherever you want. I bet I want it, too.” Corey leaned in and kissed you this time, giving your breasts a gentle squeeze and earning a content moan from you. He slid one of his hands down your body, then his fingers started to gently fiddle with the waistband of your pants. You nearly had a chill run down your spine at the thought of Corey’s fingers down your underwear. After all, you’d told him to touch you anywhere. 

You shifted on his lap as Corey slid his hand around your back and grasped at your butt. You gave a soft gasp into the kiss, earning a cute little chuckle from him before he kissed you again. This time he slid his tongue along your bottom lip. You leaned into the man, chest pressing back against him. Corey reached back and steadied himself back onto his elbows, leaning you backwards on his lap. You shifted against him and earned a soft moan from him into the kiss. 

Corey shifted onto his back beneath you, then slid his hands along your legs and up your shirt. Pulling away from the kiss, you leaned back and adjusted against the man. You purposely wiggled your hips a bit and earned a shaky exhale from him. You gave a soft giggle when he sent you a feigned dirty look. He gulped when you slid your shirt right up beneath your breasts. 

“Should I take it off?” He nodded, but you didn’t take it off. Instead, you gave a soft hum and eyed the man as if you wanted him to answer you— so he did. 

“Yes, take it off.” With a little smirk, you slid the shirt the rest of the way off. Corey sat up on his elbows and flicked his gaze between your face to your breasts. “Fuck, it’s getting hotter in here looking at you like this.” You gave a soft laugh and reached down to fiddle with the hem of his shirt. 

“Maybe you should take this off.” 

“I think I agree,” he sat up enough to strip his shirt off and let it fall to the side and off the bed entirely. You sent him a smile and leaned in to kiss him. His hand rested on your bare back as he kissed you back. “Your brother would kill me if he found out about this.” 

“Nobody said he had to find out about it right now.” Corey gave a soft hum and leaned down to press a kiss to your neck. “Or maybe ever.” 

“I’d rather he never find out I fucked his little sister when he was asleep on the sofa.” You hummed in agreement as he leaned back to meet your gaze. “I guess… we’re just kissing.” You smirked lightly at the man. 

“Nobody said we had to stop.” 

“You know what, if they did, you wouldn’t listen.” He teased. 

“No, I wouldn’t.” You leaned back in to kiss him again. This time, Corey was quiet. He brought you snug up against him again and pulled you back down so you were on top of him while he laid down. You wiggled your hips in an attempt to get more comfortable, earning a soft sound from Corey again. Your fingers fiddled with the sheets by his head while Corey gripped tightly at your side. 

Then, all of the sudden, you were rolled over and trapped beneath the man. You laughed as he pulled back and adjusted on top of you. He sent you a smile and wrapped your leg around his waist. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“I just can’t believe it.” You said as Corey leaned back in to kiss along your neck. “I think 13 year old me would be screaming right now if she found out I got to be half-naked beneath my middle school crush.” Corey gave a soft laugh and gently nipped at your skin, making you gasp. 

“I think she is right now and that’s why you’re acting this way.” Teasingly, he licked along your skin to your jaw, pressed a quick kiss, and then pulled back. “What do you think?” He asked, but you could tell he didn’t mean about your previous comment. “If you want, we can do more. We could also stop.” 

"I don’t wanna stop.” 

“Do you wanna keep kissing?” 

“Definitely.” 

“Do you want to keep these on?” He asked, fingers tracing past your stomach and curling around the waistband of your pants. With a gulp, you shook your head. Corey was waiting for you to speak like you’d made him do before. Flushed, you looked down at his hand. 

“I don’t want to keep them on.” He gave a soft sound in acknowledgment and moved a bit, hooking his other fingers in your waistband and easily sliding the sweatpants off when you lifted your hips. Corey sent you a wink when you realized he was taking your underwear off, too. Your teeth caught your bottom lip as he tossed them to the side. “Well, now what?” 

“Now I get to keep kissing you.” Corey said matter-of-factly, however he adjusted the pants that he was still wearing. They looked uncomfortably tight. This was the first time you had seen the bulge in his pants. 

“Maybe you should take those off.” You suggested, eyes still trained on the bulge in his pants. He chuckled and leaned in to kiss you. 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” 

“God, yes I would.” Corey hummed and kissed you again. 

“Then take ‘em off.” His fingers slid down your side and to your thigh. His fingers grasped tight at your skin as he wrapped your leg back around his waist. “Not gonna do it?” He pressed a kiss to your collarbone. “Too scared?” He teased, pressing soft little kisses down to your chest. 

“Well now I can’t reach you.” He met your eyes as he took your nipple into his mouth and gave it a gentle suck. You gave a soft whine at the sensation and shifted beneath him. “Maybe… you don’t really want me to, hm?” 

“And why wouldn’t I want that?” 

“I don’t know, why wouldn’t you?” He leaned back up to press a kiss to your lips before he grasped your hand and placed it against his bulge. 

“Then take ‘em off if neither of us know why.” Corey leaned back down to press a few scattered kisses to your neck while you blindly fiddled with the button and zipper. Your fingers were damn near shaking. His warm skin against yours was enough to drive you crazy. Feeling him was enough to drive you crazy. But seeing him? You weren’t sure what that was going to do to you. 

Finally, he pulled away and started to strip his pants off, though he did leave his boxers on. You seemed to huff at that and made him laugh. 

“You gotta be patient.” 

“Patience was never my virtue.” He gave a soft ‘hm’ and tossed his pants aside, but this tine he leaned down and wrapped your legs around his shoulders. 

“Maybe I should teach you.” Corey pressed a quick kiss to your thigh right after he said that. There was a sort of mischievous glint in his eyes that you had never seen before. Then, he turned his head to press a few kisses along your other leg. All the way from your hip to your knee, then back to your inner-thigh, where he suddenly gave you a quick, hard bite. You gasped and jerked against him, but Corey was strong. He held you in place and sent you a cute grin. “You alright? Maybe I should have warned you.” 

“I’m fine.” You peeked down at the mark on your thigh. “That’s gonna leave a little mark tomorrow.” 

“Looks like you cant prance around in those short little shorts that you like to tease me with so much.” 

“Oh, you know what I was doing then, huh?” You gave a small smile as he pressed a few more kisses along your skin. 

“I had a slight idea. You weren’t so keen on those little shorts when we were younger. Then your ass started filling out and it just kinda seemed like you wanted me to look at it.” You sent him a mischievous smile but quickly bit your lip to bite it back. 

“Me? Never. I’m innocent.” 

“Mhm, I’m sure you are.” This was it, Corey finally pressed a little kiss to your clit. Then, finally, he gave your clit and slow lick. You gave a soft whine when he pulled back. “An innocent little angel, but you’re not patient and you sure seem to be enjoying this.” 

“Quit that.” You giggled. 

“Quit? I don’t know if I want to.” 

“Are you gonna tease me all night?” 

“Maybe.” 

“It’s already so late.” 

“Well, you already said you weren’t going to sleep. And I sure as hell don’t want to go to sleep if I could instead have my face between these pretty thighs of yours.” Corey pressed a quick kiss to both of your legs before leaning back in and giving your clit another teasing lick. You shifted against the man who held you snug against his face now. When his tongue started to tease you, you reached down and grasped at his hair. 

Corey started to finally really give you the attention you were craving. Your eyebrows furrowed inwards and your head lid back on the bed as he gave your clit soft sucks and made you moan out beneath your breath. Your fingers tightened in his hair as he sucked on your clit and moved one of his hands to tease your entrance. You wiggled against him again, but this time he didn’t try to stop you. He teased you with the tip of his middle finger a few times before he finally started to push it inside of you. 

“Oh, fuck…” You mumbled, glancing back at the door. You were so paranoid that your brother was going to catch you, but as Corey curled his finger gently inside of you and started to tease you with his pointer finger as well, you nearly forgot that he was even downstairs asleep on the sofa. 

Corey shifted against the bed, pulling you close as he sucked continuously on your clit, occasionally teasing you with his tongue and making you whine for him to keep going. 

Eventually, Corey was easily pumping two of his fingers inside of you, occasionally spreading them a bit to open you up some more. You pressed your head back into the mattress and tried to stay quiet as you moaned. You were certain that you had never been this turned on before. Your nipples ached for attention that Corey wasn’t giving them, so you reached up with your free hand and gently rolled your left nipple between your fingers. 

Corey gave a teasing hum when he saw that, but he kept licking your clit and making you moan. He swore every sound you made only seemed to make him throb harder against the bed for you. Sometimes he’d adjust or grind against the bed for a little bit of stimulation while he was working to get you off. But truth be told, he didn’t care much for his own pleasure right now. 

“God, you are so fucking good at that.” Corey met your gaze for a second before you looked away again and laid your head back. A soft moan left you as you tugged on his curly hair. Corey didn’t seem to mind, letting you do whatever you pleased without even a grunt in complaint. Corey moaned quietly as he shifted against the bed. “I think letting the sexual tension between us build up was a good idea.” You joked. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment for forever and it’s just as good as I had hoped it would be.” He gave a hum in agreement and pulled back only to give a quick comment. 

“I have been waiting for this moment for forever.” You whined and shifted against him when he went back to teasing your clit. “God, you are so wet.” He mumbled against you as his fingers easily moved inside of you. Corey teased you with a third finger. “I think I could fit my whole hand in here.” 

“Then I’m sure the very large bulge in your pants will fit just fine.” He gave a soft chuckle and pulled back. 

“And what would you do if it didn’t?” 

“I’d probably cry.” He laughed, moving so that your legs were wrapped around his waist, and leaned in to kiss you. You were quick to kiss him back, pulling him down on top of you again. Corey, even after a whole day, still smelt fantastic. Slightly musky with a hint of cinnamon, you dared to guess. Corey adjusted himself against you and in the meantime gently grinded his bulge against your clit, earning a soft little moan from you against his mouth. 

Corey did the same thing again just to make you moan again. When he was successful, he continued to gently rub himself against you. 

“God, it feels so big.” He pulled back with a soft, content sigh, and sent you a sweet gaze. 

“What do you think you wanna do?” You chewed on the inside of your lip for a moment, taking a quick glance down before you met his eyes again. 

“Well, I could suck on it.” 

“You don’t have to.” He said, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. “I could just fuck you until you can’t breathe.” Your face went hotter than it had all night as you stammered out a meek response. “Is that a yes?” He teased. “Do you think you’re ready?” 

“We might need some of my lube. It’s in the top drawer of my dresser if you wanna get it.” He gave a soft nod and got up, feeling a little uncomfortable digging through your drawers. He was always taught to not go through someone (especially a woman’s) things. His mom didn’t ever want him digging around in her stuff. 

Corey found the lube, though beside it was a little vibrator. 

“I don’t suppose you’re against the concept of me using a vibrator on you since there’s one right here, are you?” You were noticeably embarrassed, but you shook your head nevertheless. 

“I’m not against it.” 

“Do you want to right now?” 

“Sure.” Corey slid your dresser drawer shut, bringing over and handing you the lube and the vibrator. Before he got back on the bed, he stripped his boxers off. Your jaw dropped before he caught your eye and laughed at you. “Jesus…” You mumbled, leaning up on your hands. “It’s huge.” 

“Biggest you’ve had or something?” 

“By far.” 

“Well, with that luck, we may need this extra help from the vibrator.” 

“Or it’ll just make me squeeze you tighter.” 

“Yeah, that works, too.” Corey grabbed the vibrator and turned it on the lowest setting. He moved closer to you, though you were still distracted looking at his cock. You attention was quickly brought to his handsome face when he pressed the vibrator to your clit. “I’ve never done this before. Is this good?” You gave a soft nod. “Maybe when I’m fucking you, you can use it on yourself.” You nodded again. “Does this feel good.” You nodded and gave a soft whine as he laughed at you. 

“Cat got your tongue?” 

“It feels so good.” 

“Yeah, it feels good?” He hummed, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips as you nodded again. “What do you think, are you ready for me to put some lube on my cock and fuck you?” Swallowing hard, you nodded your head. “Hold onto this for me.” You brought your hand down and held onto the vibrator while he grabbed the lube and pulled back. “You’re probably better at it than I am anyways.” He said, watching you close your eyes and wiggle your hips against the small vibrator. He sighed quietly and set the lube aside as he inched closer on his knees and grabbed onto your legs by the back of your knees. “Come here.” You let him pull you against him and laughed, making him smile as he lined himself up at your entrance. 

“Do you think it’s gonna hurt?” 

“I don’t have a vagina.” 

“So… maybe?” 

“I’ve never gotten any complaints, per se.” 

“Fuck, just do it.” 

“I’ll go slow.” He promised, gently pushing the tip of his cock inside of you. Your fingers grasped tight at the bedsheets beside you as you closed your eyes. “If it hurts too much, just tell me. I’ll stop.” You nodded quickly and moved the vibrator around your clit. Corey wiped the excess lube on his hand off on his leg and reached for the frame of the bed while he slowly worked himself inside of you. 

Every little sound you made and every time you clenched around him it made Corey ache for you. As he promised, he kept his movements decently slow as he got you adjusted to his size inside of you. You moaned out as quiet as you could when he fully pushed himself inside of you. He gave a soft exhale and sent you a smile. 

“You doing alright?” 

“I’m okay.” 

“Tell me when I can move.” You nodded gently and waited a moment to adjust before you looked back at him. 

“I think I’m good.” He nodded, staying slow as he moved, but starting to work towards pumping himself inside of you at a steady pace. You laid your head back and bit your lip, trying to stay quiet as he began to really fuck you. Adding the vibrator onto how much he was stretching you out and how deep he was with every thrust inside of you, it was hard not to want to scream his name out. Corey leaned in closer, pressing down onto his elbow and reaching to tease your nipple with his hand. “Fuck, Corey— you’re making it hard to be quiet.” 

“If you can’t be quiet then I’ll just cover your mouth.” He said simply. You reached up, finding another solution as you moaned out, and brought his face towards yours. You kissed the man who was quick to give into it without any complaints. Your moans were muffled against his mouth as he picked up the pace when he felt less resistance from you. It was obvious you weren’t a virgin, but you were very tight around him. “God, you feel so good.” 

“I was just gonna tell you the same thing.” He gave a soft hum and leaned down, pressing his forehead to your shoulder while your hand grasped at his arm. “Fuck, I think you’re gonna make me cum.” 

“Jesus, it’s been so long I think I might, too.” 

“Then you should definitely cum inside of me.” You said. “It’s fine to.” He hummed softly, acknowledging you, yet only giving a soft moan by your ear a second later. Everything he was doing was making it hard for you to think as you wiggled against him and turned your vibrator up a speed. “Fuck,” you mumbled breathlessly. Your hand reached up to grab at Corey’s hair and gave it a light tug. “Oh, fuck— I’m gonna cum.” You were trying to be quiet, but you gave a few whiny moans as he edged you close to an orgasm. “Fuck, Corey, fuck— I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You bit your lip hard and laid your head back, hand holding tightly onto Corey’s hair. 

A few thrusts after you had cum, Corey came inside of you. He gave a heavenly moan by your ear as he did, giving you a couple soft thrusts before he stopped and took a moment to breathe. He pressed his forehead against yours and gave a soft chuckle. 

“I can’t fucking believe I just came inside of you.” You laughed and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. One he leaned into even after you pulled back. 

“I can’t believe it either, but god am I happy about it.” 

With a soft sigh, Corey laid down beside you and pulled the sheet up onto both of you. You moved closer and leaned into the man who nearly immediately wrapped his arm around you and let you get as close as you could. 

“Well, that was fun after all.” 

“That was a lot of fun.” You looked at the clock on the wall and frowned. It was late, but you didn’t want him to leave you yet. 

“Hey Corey?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Will you stay with me for a little bit?” 

“Of course I will.” 

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A soft snore came from beside you as you shifted awake. With a soft groan, you looked at the man beside you and smiled lightly. The lights in your room were still on, you were both still naked, and Corey was still holding you just like he had been before. 

You shifted against him and stretched your back out, seeming to stir the man from his light slumber. He yawned, reaching up to stretch his arms out with a groan before he rubbed his eyes and looked at you. 

“Fuck, it wasn’t a dream.” You laughed and shook your head. 

“It sure wasn’t.” 

“What time is it?” You gave a soft hum and reached for your phone. 

“Oh, shit— it’s 8.” 

“AM?” He nearly jumped out of the bed. “Fuck—“ Just as he went to grab his shirt, your door handle jiggled. 

“Hey, (y/n)? Are you awake?” Your brother called. “I can’t find Corey.” You looked at Corey who was trying to put his clothes on as quietly and quickly as possible. “Is he in there? Do you know where he is?” You quickly tossed your pajamas on while Corey finally put his shirt on and went to open the door. You feigned a yawn, as if he had just woken up as Corey headed for the door. 

“I don’t know why the door was locked,” you said as you opened it. Your brother looked between the two of you real quick and then smiled. 

“It’s okay. Watch a movie?” 

“Yeah, guess we fell asleep.” You said stepping out of the way for Corey. 

“What’s up?” 

“You wanna go get coffee and donuts? You can come, too.” He said, giving your shoulder a slap. 

“Yeah, that sounds good. Let me brush my teeth and I’ll be right down.” Corey agreed. 

“Sound good.” Your brother turned but then hesitated. “Hey, you know Corey, you should really put your shirt on the right way next time.” You looked at the man beside you and sure enough, his shirt was on backwards. 

“Fuck.” He mumbled. 

“See you guys downstairs.” 

[aquaheartgirl]

Hi, I just wanted to drop a suggestion and say the typo blog is not a good idea. You've corrected typos on a few posts by dyslexic people and it doesn't make you look good to barge into someone else's blog and do that.

I honestly don't know what to say to this. I never meant to insult anyone, and even after reading this message I don't see how it could be interpreted that way. I only use that gimmick on posts that are obviously lighthearted or joking already; I would never derail a serious post by picking apart the grammar. And how exactly am I "barging into someone else's blog" when all I'm doing is reblogging maybe a few posts a month to my own side blog?

I'm asking this sincerely, not just to you but to anyone reading this: Is it really offensive to dyslexic people to correct typos using a gimmick account? How so? I'm not implying by the corrections that anyone is stupid or careless; everyone makes silly mistakes sometimes, dyslexic or not, and plenty of people like to laugh about that. I've gotten multiple positive messages from people who enjoy this gimmick.

I certainly don't have a way of knowing who is dyslexic and who isn't, but if I somehow did, would it still be offensive if I strictly avoided posts by people who are dyslexic? If so, why - is it because it might come off as an insult to someone's intelligence regardless? Then you must have a problem with half the blogs on this site, because no matter how carefully you word things, there's always someone who takes offense. But if not, why not? That would be discriminatory.

The last thing I want to do is be insensitive or offend anyone. I promise I'm always willing to listen and carefully consider whether I might be wrong. But I'm going to need to hear a proper argument to understand where you're coming from, not just "it doesn't make you look good."

[dilanmoodboards]

Loving is Much Better Than Being Right

Paring: Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels

NSFW; +18; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Bret is sick of Shawn's little games. After Shawn kisses Hunter live on Raw, he decides to do something about it.

Tags: PWP; Jelous!Bret Hart; Possessiveness; Top!Bret Hart; Bottom!Shawn Michaels; Light Angst; Praise Kink; Blow Job; Anal Fingering; Anal Sex

Notes: Aroace guy writing smut? It's more likely than you think. Also aparently I'm incapable of not writing angst into fics. English is not my first language and I'm dyslexic af, so feel free to correct anything. Comments are always welcome.

Word Count: 2,356

Bret Hart hated Shawn Michaels. He hated everything about the younger man, the way he strutted around everywhere as if he owned the place, the fact that he was getting a push from management, the way he and his friends used their influence backstage to get whatever they wanted, the way he danced around the ring and his shiny clothes full of mirrors and glitter. He was loud, obnoxious and seemed to find some sort of special pleasure in annoying Bret specifically. 

Deep down Bret always knew that a lot of his annoyance came due to his own feelings towards the blonde, feelings he would really like to ignore. 

Bret tried his best to completely ignore anything Shawn did that didn’t directly have to do with him, but tonight on Raw Shawn went too far for Bret’s liking. When he watched Michaels kiss Hemsley on the lips the moment Raw had gone back live, Bret felt that green little monster inside him rear its ugly head.  

Bret left the area around the gorilla and made his way to the locker rooms in the arena, his mind constantly replaying the kiss. Bret decided he was going to do something about it, he was going to teach Michaels a lesson. The Heartbreak Kid would learn not to play with fire.

Shawn was happy with how the show had gone, his match with Ken Shamrock had gone exactly how they planned, with all the spots being hit perfectly. He also got to piss off Vince when he kissed Hunter live, which got him into an impromptu meeting with Vince and Pat, that boiled down to Vinman chewing him out for ten minutes. It’s not like he really cared, but he really wanted to hit the showers and go back to the hotel. When he was finally able to leave the makeshift office, most people had already left. 

Once he got to the DX locker room he found a note from Hunter saying him and Jonnie had already left for the hotel. Shawn decided to shower in the arena to give the lovebirds some time for themselves. 

He was too focused rummaging through his bag for a towel and shower supplies to notice someone entering the room.

Bret watched as Shawn looked through his bag, his black and blue gear calling his attention to Shawn’s leg and butt, causing Bret to blush a little. He shook his head, if he was going to do this he needed to let go of his shy side. Bret cleared his throat to call the attention of the blonde, Shawn whipped around looking a little startled, but soon recovered and smiled at him.

“To what do I owe the honour of having the champ in my presence.” Shawn ended his little tirade with an exaggerated bow. Bret just rolled his eyes, Michaels truly had a way of pissing him off that should be commended.

 “Just came to see what Vince and Pat wanted with you, since our match is this week”. Bret answered. 

“Oh, it had nothing to do with that, Vinman was just pissed that I kissed Hunter during ‘family time’ or whatever it’s called.” Bret gave a hum, but did not make any effort to move. Shawn was getting increasingly more nervous, the last time he and the Hitman had been in a locker room alone they ended up having a fight, one that Bret had gotten the better of the blonde, and even took a little of himself with him. The bald spot in Shawn’s scalp hadn’t completely grown back yet.

After a while Bret finally said something: “That was a stupid stunt you pulled, this is a family show after all, we already have to deal with you and your little crew of degenerates running around with your stupid jokes and obscene gestures, ruining the show's reputation.”

Shawn laughed at that and started getting closer to Bret: “Me and my little crew of degenerates are the only thing keeping the Fed going and you know it very well, sorry that we don’t subscribe to your puritanical ways.”

Deep down Shawn knew that aggravating Hart wasn’t a good idea, but he couldn’t help it, ever since his relationship with Bret had turned sour he couldn’t help but want to make the older man hate him even more. If they weren’t friends, then he would make sure they would be the bitterest of enemies. That train of thought is what prompted him to say the next words.

“Why, I think you’re just jealous Hitman, but you don’t need to worry, Hunter is okay with sharing.” Shawn was now up in Bret’s personal space, their bodies almost touching. The Heartbreak Kid noticed something shift in the brunette's eyes, and prepared himself for a blow. But that never came. Instead Bret got even closer to him, effectively touching their bodies and trapping Shawn between him and the locker. 

“But I’m not.” Shawn didn’t have enough time to process what Bret had said before their lips were touching. Bret gave him enough wiggle room to allow him to escape in case he wanted to, but Shawn didn’t, kissing Bret with just as much vigour. As the kiss intensified, Bret grabbed his hair and pressed him against the locker, while Shawn started to slip Bret’s leather jacket off his shoulders. Years of pent up tension finally being released at that moment.

Once they separated to catch some air, Bret started to trail kisses along Shawn’s neck and collarbone, making the blonde whine. Bret noticed he was particularly sensitive in that area, something he filed in his mind for later, as he bit into the pulse point on Shaw’s neck. “Vince will kill you if you leave a mark” Shawn breathlessly said.

“Say it was Hunter or some ring rat. I’ll know it was me and that’s all that matters.” Shawn whined at Bret’s words, all the while the older man continued to kiss and bite almost every inch of flesh available to him. Shawn Michaels was loud, but Bret didn’t really care at the moment, anyone could walk in on them, but right now all he wanted was to draw out every single noise he could from the blonde. His ego swelling knowing he was the one that was making the Heartbreak Kid writhe and moan.

Shawn reached for Bret’s tank top, finally exposing the Hitman’s muscular and tanned chest for him to explore. When Hart finally let up on his marking of Shawn’s body, it was his turn to start kissing the expanse of Bret’s chest and stomach. Paying special attention to the older man's pecs, that always caught Shawn’s eyes. 

As Shawn went down kissing and licking the Hitman’s skin he finally reached what he was looking for. He nuzzled his face against Bret’s crotch while holding his strong thighs, and heard him let out a groan. Bret took him by the hair and they stared at each other for a moment. “Go on then, how do you and your friends say it? Suck it.” Bret said giving a slight thrust of his hips in imitation to the chopping motion DX would do after saying those words. Shawn rolled his eyes, but went for it anyway, he had waited very long for that and he didn’t need to be told twice.

He opened Bret’s jeans and fished out his dick from his underwear, the Hitman was already at full attention, with his precum dripping from the tip. Shawn licked it while staring at Bret from under his lashes, Hart let out a moan and closed his eyes. The Heartbreak kid continued to lick the entire length of Bret’s member, giving special attention to the tip.  Then without warning he swallowed his entire length without much difficulty, which earned him a moan from the man above him. After a while Shawn started bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks. Bret then started thrusting into Shawn’s mouth, accidentally choking him from time to time.

Bret was getting closer by the second, he had heard the rumours about Shawn’s ability with his mouth, but until that moment he had thought they were just rumours, right now he wasn’t so sure. When he felt his orgasm approaching he pulled the blonde off of him. Shawn looked downright sinful, with his pupils blown so wide you couldn’t see his blue eyes and his lips swollen and darkened by a mix of saliva and precum, that dripped to his chin.

Hart pulled the younger man up by his hair and kissed him, tasting himself in Shawn’s tongue. Michaels let out a whine at that, and pulled Bret closer by the shoulders. They continued to kiss as Bret backed them both up against the bench, Shawn appeared to guess what Bret was getting at, because the moment the back of his knees touched the edge of the bench he stopped the kiss and laid down on his back.

“Do you have…” Bret began to ask, but Shawn answered before he could finish: “Inside the small pocket in my bag”. While Bret grabbed the lube from Shawn’s bag, Michaels worked on getting off of his tights.

Bret put a little of the lube on his fingers and caught one of Shawn’s thighs in order to expose his entrance at which point Shawn wrapped his other leg around Bret’s waist. He started to kiss Shawn once again before slowly inserting his index finger in. He started slow, making sure his finger could move without impediment before inserting a second one and scissoring them in order to open Shawn up. “Fuck Bret… just do it already”, Shawn said between moans trying to thrust back into Bret’s fingers while using his leg as leverage to pull Bret close, but Bret just tsked and continued at a slow and agonizing pace, holding Shawn’s hips in place: “Patience, I’m in charge here. Be good, unless you want me to stop”. Shawn whined at that, but stopped protesting.

 As he continued to stretch Shawn out, he found the little bundle of nerves inside him, which earned him a surprisingly high pitched moan from the younger man underneath him. Shawn once again tried pushing his hips into Bret’s finger, but he stopped moving them completely and held the blonde by the hips. “Come on, be a good boy and behave yourself.” Bret whispered directly into Shawn’s ears, earning a shiver from him. 

After a couple more minutes Bret finally decided that was enough teasing and pulled out his fingers. Shawn whined at the empty feeling, but soon was moaning as Bret slowly sank inside him. 

Bret almost came the moment he bottomed out inside the blonde, having to give himself some time to breath. “Please Bret, move” Shawn whined with tears starting to form in his eyes, he felt like he had never been more turned on in his life. Bret couldn’t deny him any longer and started setting a slow but hard pace that seemed to hit all the right places.

“That’s it. You take me so well.” Bret rasped in Shawn’s ear. He once again started to kiss his neck and collarbone, while also pepering smaller kisses on his lips and cheeks, all while maintaining his rhythm. Shawn was down right crying from pleasure now, as every single thrust from the Hitman seemed to hit his prostate.

Shawn was pulling him in even deeper using the leg that was wrapped around his hip as leverage, while also holding onto Bret’s strong back. Bret was certain he would have scratch marks the next day. The hitman picked up his pace, going faster and harder as he approached his climax.

“Please Bret, may I come, please, please, please.” Shawn asked, which surprised Bret. But he wasn’t going to deny him when he sounded so pretty begging. 

“Good boy. Cum for me.” as he said it, Hart reached between their bodies and stroked Shawn. 

Shawn arched his back as he moaned a string of inteligible curses mixed with Bret’s name, tensing up his entire body only to fall limp a second later. Bret also couldn’t hold on much longer after feeling the effects of Shawn’s orgasm from the inside. He allowed himself to let go, his rhythm becoming erratic as he reached his own climax, falling on top of the younger man.

After finally catching his breath Bret pulled out of Shawn and slowly lowered the blonde's leg as he stepped away from him. Shawn had one arm draped across his eyes as he breathed heavily.

“Damn Hitman, if I can’t fight on saturday it’s going to be your fault.” Bret laughed at that. Of course Shawn’s first response was to make a joke. “Come on let's get you dressed, I’ll give you a lift to the hotel.” Bret helped Shawn to sit on the bench and went inside the bathroom to get something to clean them with.

After they were both dressed they made their way to Bret's rental car in silence. But surprisingly the silence felt comfortable, they had never been good with words after all. 

“Can I sleep in your room tonight?” Shawn asked and Bret was almost certain he heard doubt in the Heartbreak Kid’s voice, as if he was scared to ask. “It’s just that I don’t know which room Hunter and Jonie are in and it’s late and I really…” Shawn was nervous and starting to ramble, Bret seemed to sense it and stopped him.

“Shawn you don’t need to ask, of course you can, whenever you need I’ll be here.” And Shawn wanted to believe him. But he knew the truth, Bret was leaving after Survivor Series, leaving just like Kevin, Scott and Sean had. But at least for this week he could pretend that everything was going to be okay.

That he wasn’t going to betray the one person he always wanted to be respected by, the person he had been madly in love with ever since he joined the Fed, the person he thought hated him until today.

He had a week to pretend everything was going to be alright.

[blehcupidd]

One in the Same

Chapter Two

Wilbur Soot x f!reader

Summary: You and your streamer friend react to thirst traps, but on of them sticks out

Warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, no use of y/n, correct british terminology (I am british), grammar and spelling mistakes (I'm dyslexic), Gnomeo and Juliet vibes, incorrect music terminology, other peoples music used for readers band, battle of the bands au

A/N: ty for the likes a reblogs last chapter <3 also this chapter is based off of this stream/video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dwv4tWbzkSE&t=54s 

just realised it’s 12:30 am and i realised i didn’t add this to the series master list sorry i posted it yesterday afternoon

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A week or so later, ‘Cupid Records’ had replied to your submission for your band to perform in their battle of the bands. A simple text to the other band members got the creativity flowing. ‘we’re in!!!’.

For the remainder of the week, you didn't have practice. This left you to your own devices. Not having very many friends outside of your band, but this didn't apply online.

You didn't have your own following, you had an Instagram account with ten followers on private. Granted, not a good idea if you wanted your band to gain popularity. Your reasoning was the band's Instagram had more of a following. Sending a quick text to your internet famous friend, saying that you were bored, he replied with a ‘wanna come over and join my stream?’. Who were you, a bored individual on a Thursday afternoon, to refuse a fun offer?

Arriving on your friend's doorstep, you can already hear the shouting from inside. After knocking you can hear him utter a ‘one-second chat.’. Opening the door he is met with a bright smile on your face, accompanied by a cold pink glow of it. “James!” in return your brown-haired friend said your name in the same tone.

Walking into the camera, you could see all of James’ viewers wondering what was happening. “Chat, as you may see, we have a guest. Not only does she not know what we will be doing today, but she is also joining in!” Chat erupted into happiness whilst your face went into confusion. You cautiously sit down in the provided chair, “I need to do the intro, so we will all find out together what we are doing.”

“I asked my audience to send over the worst thirst traps they've seen recently,” you couldn't keep the surprised look off of your face, making chat and James laugh as he continued the intro. “And they didn’t disappoint, I am horrified. However, I am more horrified by the fact that you are not subscribed. I want a million subscribers. Do it now!” He then motioned towards you, “This is also our special guest today, and we will be tormenting her as a team. Now let's get right into the cringe.”

The first video was a duet of an older man with a younger boy, “That's you in like three years.” You pointed to the more unattractive guy in the video. This just caused James to look at you in shock, slowly morphing into realisation.

“You’re not wrong.”

You started reading out the title card of the next thirst trap, “Some of the finest animated men in my opinion. Im excited.”

“Okay, dude.” James sighed, leaning back in his chair as Flynn Rider came onto the screen. You then looked at James with a smug look, as if you were saying ‘See,’. “I get it.” He gave in.

As that video went on there were some agreements and disagreements, leading the two of you onto the next video. That being a built guy in a pool, in his underwear. This gained a shocked look from you and a disgusted one from James. “Not the tighty whities bro!”

“No one should wear tighty whities anywhere, especially a pool.” Your statement sounded as if it was a question. Which it was, debating on whether you would still be friends with James after this.

The next video was one of James and your other friend WillNE.

‘Where’s your head at at’ James said in the video, then showing a clip of Will about to laugh, then cutting back to James. 

“This right here,” James showcased his hairline in the video. “Is a problem.”

“That's why I said that bald guy was you.”

‘I got bitches on my dick every day.’ Started playing to a video of someone dressed as Red Guy from Dont Hug Me, Im Scared on a pole, doing some impressive moves.

The next video caught your attention, ‘All I see is red, ah’ started playing ‘She said fuck me like I'm famous, I said ok.’ Whilst Slow Down was playing, you couldn't help but laugh and poke fun at James, talking about his song ‘Slow Down’. “I've seen these so much!”

“Your smile says you like them.”

Tuning into the video at hand, you saw an edit of a taller man, looking angsty. This was probably the first video that you liked, the song choice obviously. The handsome guy on the screen also played a key into that. Your internal gawking was also external, making James and Chat tease you.

“I know him, so…” Your face flushed, not able to blame it on the cold weather anymore, and your eyes widened.

“Is he gonna watch this?”

[kimyoonmiauthor]

Author pushed against fans, went into a mini rage and missed some good points...

I'm not going to quote what they said word for word to make it harder for you to find it. If you know it, don't make it easier to find it.

The thrust of what they said was that everyone in a particular thread must "hate romance" and that "book twitter " "wasn't real" and then they missed some really good points from the thread.

If you need 3 page critiques in order to understand criticisms from buyers, then you didn't get enough critiquers on your work. You should 100% understand all of the criticisms that are going to come your way.

So the opening tweet said that the book was the worst, but the later tweets went onto explain.

The person specifically doesn't particularly care for white straight cis het romance (as in all of those things combined). But they are a book reviewer, so felt obligated. They mostly read YA, in general. Book reviewers often have to read books they don't like. It's part of the job. Raging at them for reading a book they didn't like isn't going to help.

The author 100% missed that fact by not scrolling down the thread and seeing *gasp* Romance recommendations which were filled to the brim with straight PoC romance. Queer romance, etc. Diverse book choices. Does this mean the author is required to write those things? No. But it's something to note and keep in mind when someone is criticizing you for being the worst.

The reviewer also thought that the enemies to lovers was lukewarm and it was trying to be "trendy" but also pointed out that the cover was a rebranding from an earlier work.

They thought enemies to lovers only works in fantasy and stated as much.

And this seemed to be a criticism the commenters agreed with. It's a valid specific criticism of the premise.

The reviewer did bother to correct some people on misconceptions of the book, so it's clear they read it, despite what the author said.

But the author held that the majority of the criticism was about the cover (see above, not true)

The author didn't bother to read the thread to see *what* was said about the cover.

This divided into two parts.

One was that people didn't like the cursive on the blurb.

And, BTW, this is a valid concern. The reasons for this (dusting off my typography) are:

Cursive is harder to read at smaller type which makes it much less friendly to websites and digital marketing. (yadda yadda about negative space which makes the positive space more readable which I said about typography many times before)

Cursive is not disability accessible. It's particularly bad for dyslexia as the shape of the letters gets often distorted, which makes everything worse. None of the cursive fonts show up on the list of fonts good for people who are dyslexic.

People were CURIOUS about the creepy crawly on the cover

Be sure to sort the emotion behind the thought when regular fan, not your critiquers, are commenting on your work or your partner's work (i.e. the book cover artist).

The cover artist didn't go into a rage like the author did, but the author went into a rage about the fact they commented on the cover. Any work that wasn't yours DON'T comment with all that negativity. Shut up.

Some people didn't like how the blurb was written and thought it gave away too much or didn't draw out the tension enough to argue enemies to lovers.

That is a specific critique, isn't it? Write your blurbs better or ask your publisher to take note of what the public wants.

The author 100% missed the positive reviews in the thread about the book and threw also those people as "negative" because they said the whole of the thread was negative.

There were some genuinely positive reviews. Some mediocre reviews where they said they read the book a "long time ago." With the negative reviews, some people said they were curious to read it (but it was middle of the week.) But the author saw the criticisms, and didn't actually read the thread, or selectively chose the negative reviews and saw all of the likes and failed to see the context, thus threw out all of the positive reviews and commenters. This was prior to the author commenting.

Again, have someone cold sort your reviews and *get better critiquers* By the time of publication, you need to know what the critiques of your book are going to be. If you're up shouting because you haven't heard it before, then you need better critiquers to lay it out for you. Know the downsides of your story in advance so you know your market.

In addition, the author gave them all less than ONE day to translate that into sales before throwing their fit.

When I looked up the "questionable" tweet it had been less than one day and the author had made a comment already.

The comment was made in the middle of the week. Most people don't get paid until Friday. Do the math and hold your tongue. Not everyone is rich, especially if your target demographic is teenagers and college students.

Defense of the author by others

But all reviewers need to be helpful

Everything must be self-contained into one tweet.

But the critique was so mean

they are clearly anti-romance

*blaming the reviewer for the state of what the whole internet does*

After your work is "out there" past the publishing doors, no, reviewers have no obligation to be helpful. They are average readers who don't have a deep understanding of say the story theory you put behind it.

And no, one Twitter, no, you do not have to self-contain reviews. Read the thread. If you're arguing facebook or another platform with longer writing space, yes.

The critique wasn't nice enough? Tough luck.

People didn't read the thread. They were anti a specific type of romance, the mediocre lukewarm enemies to lovers. How does that translate into "all romance is horrible forever and for all time"? The reviewer gave a specific type of romance.

Conclusion

The reason I didn't name the author is because I am not out here trying to hate on a particular author or send people after them. What I'm trying to say is that all writers need to consider various things before they get published:

Reading reviews can make you blind to the positive, especially if you were told it's all negative. You feel under attack and then are likely to exaggerate what was said.

If negative reviews of your works sends you into fight mode, you might want to give the policy: "Please do not ever send me any of my reader's reviews no matter what, that includes all critiquers."

If you can't handle it, ask someone else, like an agent to handle it and have one of their lackeys handle it.

If your critiquers missed a critique, then you need to get better critiquers so you know your audience.

If you *do* decide to handle your own reviews, etc, grow thicker skin, don't read them, or learn how to cold sort like I did above. "Ah, they wanted something queer because of the lack of queer rep in the market. Maybe I can do something with my marketing in my other books to do something like that". "This negative tweet is popular, how do I make myself look better through this." (An example for this specific book would to say "Yup, the creepy crawly might be the worst, but you'll find out why it's on the cover if you read my book!") If you can't twist negative reviews into actual sales, then you can't handle it and give it to someone else who can. Pushing back on people never goes well. 100% I get that one might feel attacked, when they are receiving critiques. But as with above, you might miss the positive with the negative. And if you start attacking "all of Twitter" and all of "tiktok" and start saying everyone in a thread was "negative" then you might want to reconsider your policies as an author or before you are an author. Especially, especially if you are demanding that criticisms translates into sales in the middle of the weekday and you aren't thinking "Huh? Who is my target demographic and when will they likely have money?" on a book that's getting a new cover.

There were people who genuinely were curious and hoping that the creepy crawly on the cover translated to a critical thing in the book, but if you blast them blindly are they going to feel warm and fuzzy about buying your book? Nope. So throwing them out isn't going to help your cause–it alienated potential buyers who wanted to know if the book itself was "that bad". It's better to change your policy and shut up. The author wasn't even on twitter and the reviewer didn't send the critique directly to the author, which means it's in the reader's domain. Saying one has to confine their reviews to only Goodreads is ridiculous. Change your policy so that no reviews are sent to you.

This is a lesson, you are a marketer after your book is published. Put that hat on and think about how best market your book. Sometimes negative reviews do translate to sales. So approach it well.

And for everyone else out there–it's generally bad policy to send reviews to your favorite authors. If they weren't at-ed, or otherwise directly informed, it's a bad idea to do it. They might have a policy like above or they don't have good emotion regulation or whatever. So don't do it. If you feel like the "whole genre is being attacked" and you need to absolutely send it. Don't. Really? In less than 24 hours you're doing it? You didn't sit down and think about it.

[lenshroom]

Detco x pjo AU/HC!

This is what I think a half-blood!Gosho boys au would look like! I'm not very familiar with greek gods so I'd love to hear your opinion on this too!

(I'm all honesty tho I just have this one HC for shinichi that I've been frothing over...)

Kudo Shinichi

Hear me out! *Child of Apollo* or at least a legacy of a child of Apollo. why? Because Kudo yukiko radiates Apollo vibes. She's a very well known actress and is extremely peppy, it would also make sense given that they now live in America. Also just think about how funny it would be! Imagine if Shinichi was a child of Apollo and yukiko is just there in her mortal form to try and convince themselves that Shinichi is like them as much as he is like yusaku. (Her trying to convince Shinichi into acting lessons because her child is 'wayy too much like yusaku' isn't she the god here therefore having the stronger gene?)

I know what you're gonna say, Shinichi can't sing he's atrocious at it how can he be a child of Apollo?

But my dear friend, he can play instruments. (The violin if I'm correct)

He also has amazing aim both with his tranq watch and a soccer ball

As Kudo, before the apotoxin, he was known to like the spotlight and was in it. a lot.

On the subject of the apotoxin, he did survive it even though there was such a little chance. One might say luck but I say it could be the healing factor of a half-blood.

Now to combat the ADHD and dyslexia part. I have no experience with either of these so please correct me if I'm wrong (nicely). I don't think the ADHD has a lot to factor in but the dyslexia is a different case, as we know, Kudo is a bookworm and likes to read hard back books a lot. You can go with,

1. He's stubborn. He's gonna brute force his way into reading all his books because- it's Shinichi duh and/or

2. they're rich. They probably have books printed in a type of font that makes it easier for dyslexic people to read (like words with bigger spacings between them from what I've heard online.)

It would also add a layer to his whole love of detective work because it's not something he needed the gods for. It's something he chose for himself with his own wits. Every case he solves is a testament to his hard work and I think that would make him all the more proud.

I do have more, specifically for kaito and the magic kaito characters because I'm more familiar with them lol (please do tell me if you want to hear them!!)

[tealvenetianmask]

Blitz is dyslexic (petty post about why I'm right with proof from recent episodes)

Disclaimer: I don't have dyslexia, so I can't speak from personal experience, BUT neurodivergent people tend to find each other, and I've been very close with a few people with dyslexia, to the point where I've extensively edited their writing. I've also learned quite a bit about dyslexia while working in the education field. Okay- let's go.

I hear way too often (yes, I'm referencing a certain youtuber here) that Blitz can't have dyslexia because we sometimes see him reading and we sometimes see him writing without errors. So when he shows spelling and grammatical errors in his texts and notes to self, that must just be him being rude/trying to be cute/being lazy.

And if the errors were just slang and abbreviations, maybe the people making those arguments would have a point. But they're not. And I'm convinced that he has dyslexia. So what gives? Why the inconsistency (assuming it's an intentional choice on the part of the writers)?

Most dyslexic adults CAN write correctly with extra effort. It's just harder. In the learning disability world, we sometimes call it self- accommodating. With any disability, that means doing work that neurotypical people don't have to do in order to overcome the obstacle that the disability poses- and often, no one else sees that work or understands that it's necessary. For people with dyslexia, that often means that they have to check and double check their writing.

When YOU AND I (if we're both non-dyslexic people) write casually and don't put in effort, our spelling is going to be mostly correct. And if we use slang and abbreviations, it's a choice. When someone with dyslexia shoots off a quick text, it's going to look messy, and they'll probably only do it in a text to someone they're comfortable with. THAT IS THE DIFFERENCE.

Let's look at some recent examples from Helluva Boss.

Blitz is writing notes to himself here, so he doesn't have any need to make them presentable. Cute inside jokes with himself are possible (i.e. the horses and nicknames that we sometimes see), but the spelling mistakes here don't really make sense as jokes. They also wouldn't be easier to write than the correct words for someone who isn't dyslexic. Mok(backward S)ie isn't shorter than Moxxie, and remembr isn't much shorter than remember. The spelling is also phonetic, which fits with how many people with dyslexia spell in initial drafts. He just isn't watching for and correcting his mistakes, because why would he in this situation?!

Okay, different situation . . . the apologies. I would argue that Blitz IS putting in physical effort here, even if it's not emotional effort. He brings entire gift baskets full of his favorite foods for the people on his apology list after all. Here's what he writes to the DHORKS:

I think "sowy" IS meant to be cute here. It's not phonetic after all. He put a little effort into drawing them a cute little horse too. And then the cherubs . . .

I think this is pretty interesting. Blitz actually bothers here to fix his spelling mistake. He spells everything right on the inside too, even though he's telling these guys "fuck you." Notice that he runs out of room and has to write sideways. And notice the nice block letters on the front. In terms of why he's trying so much here, well, it's to prove to Stolas that he can put effort into apologizing to people, isn't it? And that means that the unintentional errors get fixed!

Now, Blitz tries to text an apology to Stolas (and obviously stalls for emotional reasons), and we see him typing it in real time,

Yeah . . . it's a combination of shorthand and just plain old misspellings. He's focused on choosing the right words, not on getting the spelling right, and it's impossible to say he doesn't care at this point. Someone who has an easy time writing correctly spelled text might use some shorthand, but just like we saw with Blitz's notes to self, they wouldn't likely intentionally misspell completely unnecessary things, especially when trying to come off as genuine.

Sigh. I rest my fucking case.

If you'd like to see my thoughts on that text conversation from Western Energy, go ahead and click on the link- it isn't really about dyslexia, and I do actually think that Blitz is pretty literate in spite of his disability and limited education, but it does explain why I think the conversation goes the way it does.

[mixiury]

Skies forever blue — Neuvillette x GN!Reader

Genre: Mostly fluff with a little bit of comfort.

Summery: You have been trying to approach him without knowing he was always there.

A/N: I think I haven't like a character this much since Wanderer and Dimitri so I needed to write something about him <3. Since his character isn't out yet and all we have are his interactions in the Archon quest it may be a little OOC, but I tried my best to keep his character like in canon. Also English isn't my first language and I'm dyslexic so feel free to correct me if you notice any mistakes. ^^

If only one word was needed to describe Neuvillette, it would be "Unattainable."

Like the clouds that float upper in the sky, everyone admires him from the ground, giving their own interpretations of the shapes they present. So lofty and magnificent, people find themselves raising their hands with the dream of touching them, ignorants of the fact that it's impossible for a human being to feel them with their hands.

But unlike most who gave up over the pass time, you kept trying over over, extending your hand towards the sky, hoping to reach them someday. He couldn't understand your persistence and your determination behind it, but even though he questioned it multiple times, he never protested, slowly letting you in without you even noticing.

"Do you see the same sky as I?" You asked him once.

A long silence followed that question. It was unusual from him. That composed and unalterable person whose job is to answer questions and find them to the ones which didn't have, not knowing what to say when a simple one was presented in front of him. And yet, the silence between the two of you lacked of tension. In some strange way it was comfortable, even comforting.

"I do. " He finally responded in an almost inaudible, soft tone. Nevertheless, the implication of it felt surreal. How can someone, who stands so firmly from above, capable of changing someone's life with just a few words, and at the same time so human to grief for the fate of others, coexist in the same world as yours?

It only took a rainy afternoon to find the answer you were truly searching for.

Those days when the clouds suddenly darken and their tears don't stop shamelessly falling from the sky, only to realize that all this time you outstretched your hands you were unawarely touching them.

Even though everyone can feel the rain, you're the only person who has seen him weep, you realize, gently caressing his cheeks as his crystalline eyes simply stare at you. Admiration and sadness accompany his gaze equally, plunging you into a storm of conflicting feelings that slowly consumes both of you.

However, in the moment you lean towards him, Neuvillette doesn't fade between your fingers as you always thought he would, indulging himself in the warmth of your touch as the sky slowly starts clearing again.