#Rae’s real time reactions

[we-survive-endlessly]

That album left me an emotional wreck. Hearing all the callbacks to previous albums, the story it told, the incredible harmonies and melodies. They NEVER disappoint.

[alwaysrunningoutoftime]

everyone is scared to miss that josh high five

[mattscoquette]

𝑫𝑰𝑬𝑻 𝑷𝑬𝑷𝑺𝑰 | 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉.. you mess around with your neighbor matt in his car

smut, virgin!goodgirl!reader, kinda bad boy!matt, fingering, dirty talk, car sex, pet names, age gap (reader is 17 matt is 19)

1.7k words

cool spring air breezes in through the cracked windows of matt’s old school cadillac parked in an abandoned playground as he’s got you spread across the leather seats, your pink dress hiked up to your waist and his jeans lost in the front seat. soft whines leave your lips as matt’s rough and calloused hands smooth over the skin of your thighs, gently spreading them apart to display your soaked panties to him. a smile tugs across his pink lips, feeling smug about getting you that wet from just a little dirty talk and kissing, although it was out of your control. you were seventeen, and didn’t have any real boy experiences. a couple elementary school crushes, whispered secrets in the hallways of junior high about boys who liked you. but never real. never in the backseat of your next door neighbor’s car while he’s kissing up your stomach.

you hear him laugh across your skin as he trails his wet kisses closer and closer to your sternum, your lower half exposed from the easy access of your lace and cotton dress. “awe baby,” you hear him whisper in between the wet smacks of his kisses, “getting so worked up for me.”

you moaned softly, threading your fingers through his brown hair. “can’t help it,” you said quietly, “feels good.”

he pulled away, a lopsided smile on his face as he smirks down at you. matt’s always had a little thing for you ever since he saw you across the street when he was ten and you were eight. he’d thought you were the prettiest girl in the neighborhood - which to his ten year old self was the whole world - and he knew he wanted you. as he got older, matt’s reputation had dwindled, hanging with the wrong groups in school, constantly getting himself into unwarranted trouble. he knew you were supposed to stay away from him, your parents rules. they kept you sheltered away from him, going as far to make sure you both aren’t bringing the trash to the curb at the same time. he laughed to himself, imagining their reactions to finding out he had their sweet little girl at his mercy in the back seat of his car.

he leaned down, gently holding your jaw in between his index and thumb, pulling your lips in close to his. “you wanna feel really good?” he asked almost inaudible, blue eyes flicking between your parted lips and doe eyes. “because i know how to make you feel really really good.”

your eyes scrunched together, feeling yourself get wetter from his words alone. you rapidly nodded, breathing out a soft “yes” as matt chuckled, leaning down to kiss you hastily with an open mouth.

you whined, kissing him back as you tried to keep up with his pace, his mouth moving expertly against yours as he swallowed all your pretty sounds. his hand that rested on the car door above you slowly crept down, running down the curves of your soft skin, smiling as you shuddered at the touch. his large hands caressing your stomach, gently keeping you held down as you squirmed underneath his touch.

“pretty, pretty girl,” he praised as he broke away from your lips, sucking and biting his way down your neck, leaving his sinful marks across your delicate skin, “so fucking pretty.”

your chest was on fire from his praise, loving the way the compliments spilled so effortlessly from his mouth. he left hickeys and kiss marks all along the collarbone and the valley of your breasts, claiming you as his. you moaned quietly while he began to suck a mark into the cleavage of your boobs, groaning at the taste of your skin. “so fucking good,” you hear him sigh from in between your tits, his face buried, lips and tongue mouthing at the plush skin.

he pulls away, almost looking as if he were drunk off the tase of your skin alone. his blue eyes are dark as his chain dangles above your face, the silver metal swinging back and forth. he studies your expression, as innocent as ever, before sitting back on his knees and smirking. his gaze falls to your legs that are still open, your panties on full display for him. his hands grip your calfs, gently pushing them back to keep your knees pinned up as he shuffles himself around to be sitting right in between your pretty little spread legs. his hands delicately caress the skin of your thighs before he begins talking to you.

“look at you,” he whispers, “all grown up and in the back of my car.”

you almost squirm at his touch, your body on fire everywhere his fingers graze. you look up at him, eyes desperate while he simply smiles down at you. “please,” you manage to rasp out.

his smirk widens, an eyebrow cocked up. “please what? you’re a smart girl, i know you can use your words.” a whine leaves your lips in response, every syllable you want to say getting caught in your throat as matt’s hand inch closer and closer to your heat. “tell me what you want beautiful, ‘m not a mind reader.”

your eyes scrunch up in pleasure as matt’s fingers teasingly run along the band on the underside of your panties, his fingers right next to where you needed him. you swallowed, trying again. “please,” you whispered, “make me feel good.”

he laughed darkly from above you, slipping a finger into your panties, his long slender digits moving up and down your folds. “you want me to make you feel good?”

you nodded, not trusting your voice to speak. he looked to you for permission, and grinned as he saw your head bobbing up and down. he slowly removed your cotton underwear, pulling it off your legs delicately before stuffing the material into his back pocket.

he peered down at your glistening folds, reaching out to touch softly. “look how pretty you are,” he mused underneath his breath, running his fingers along your wetness achingly slow, “all this f’me?”

“mm - shit - yeah,” you breathed, the sensation of matt’s fingers down there something you had never felt before. your cheeks burned a bright pink as matt continued to tease you, your already soaked pussy leaking as he kept on talking.

“i’m gonna make you feel amazing, got it sweetheart?” he told you as his other hand slowly slid down your knee and caressed your stomach. “and i want you let me know that it’s good. you can do that for me, yeah?”

“yeah, mhmm, got it.” you blabbered, just waiting for him to do something. you were about to open your mouth to speak, an airy moan leaving your lips instead as matt pushed a finger inside of you. he smiled at the sounds you were making, little moans and gaps, as he fully pushed his middle finger in and out of you slowly.

you were an absolute mess, matt knew it too, and he had barely done anything yet. you bit your bottom lip, whining slightly as he continuously moved his fingers in and out, quickening the pace as the other hand gently pulled your lip from your teeth. “don’t hold back,” matt told you huskily, “be loud. wanna hear you.”

your jaw fell slack as you looked up at his smirking face, moaning loudly as his finger began to curl up inside of you, hitting a spot you didn’t even know was there. he continued his ministrations, grinning to himself as he watched you fall apart in the backseat.

“gonna add another one, can you handle it?” the brunette spoke, his voice sounding far away as you were too far gone in your pleasure. you weren’t sure if you nodded or spoke, your mind a complete haze as matt stuck his ring finger in as well, moving in and out of you faster than he had before.

“matt,” you gasped, your hands reaching up to hold onto him for support. his long fingers curled up inside of you, repeatedly hitting the sweet spot that made you see stars. you could feel your stomach turning as you arched up into his touch, your legs spasming. he chuckled from above, leaning down to bring his lips to yours, his thumb now rubbing against your sensitive clit. you moaned loudly against his lips, practically panting into his mouth as he slipped his tongue in. the kiss was lust-filled, your lips messily working against one another’s, a clash of tongues together and teeth biting lips. he pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting you both as he wiped it away with his thumb, holding your chin and jaw.

“baby, baby, baby,” he grinned as he peered down at you. “feeling good? you close?”

unable to speak, you nodded, your face contorting in pleasure while his fingers curled inside. he leaned down to your ear, nibbling at the skin before speaking. “i want you to let go f’me. make a mess on my fingers, doll.”

with that, you threw your head back as you moaned matt’s name, coming undone. your sweet arousal coaxed his fingers you came all over his hand, matt slowly working you as you rode out your high. your breathing came in short, ragged gasps, your brain trying to process the amount of pleasure that just washed over you as matt slowly brought his fingers to his lips, sucking the juices off as he peered down at you. “tastes so sweet,” he whispered, cleaning you off his fingers. he brought his hand down to your parted lips, sticking his fingers down your throat. “here.”

you whined, sucking the tase of yourself off of matt’s fingers as he pulled them out with a pop, running his thumb along your bottom lip. you looked up at him, eyes wide, and your hair a mess as it spilled over your shoulders. your chest heaved as matt continued to admire you, running his hands all over your body. “you alright sweetheart?” suddenly feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you, you nodded as your eyes fluttered shut. matt laughed from above you, gently pulling you up, fixing your hair and dress. “c’mon, baby, let me bring you home.”

© mattscoquette

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: i loved making this sm. since when was addison rae serving cunt. i am obsessed w this song. anyway my creativity is slowly come back i love this for me let’s pray to god i don’t crash out again bc i almost deleted my blog. hope u all love!!! love u all to bits

[livelaughlovesubs]

~ 09.10 - Michael ~

Dom!reader x sub!michael - reader is gender neutral

Warning: thigh riding, dubcon (becomes consensual), dacryphilia, mind break, sub space, virgin Michael, corruption kink, slight hierophilia, public sex..?, a bit exhibitionist, teasing, kissing, making out, mentioned kidnapping, Michael cries a lot just saying, this is a little sad in the middle

~ Wordcount: 6.2k ~

Nini!rant: requested by @rae-pss - inspired by his evolution date, I SPEND TOO LONG ON THE PREMISE

Kinktober list 2024

It’s been a few days now that you’ve been brought to heaven by Raphael. He did promise you he’ll kidnap you one day, what you didn’t expect was for that ‘someday’ to happen this soon. As to how that happened? Well, the sky was clear that day, so much that he could see your silhouette from the edge of heaven. Leading to him darting down like a hawk who found its prey, and holding you between his arms before flying off again.

You didn’t even have time to yell or reach out to your companions, who were dumbfounded to the point of being frozen in place. It must have looked pretty stupid after all. Once you were brought to heaven, Raphael looked at you expectantly, as if waiting for a treat. “I’m not going to call you 'good boy', Rara, you kidnapped me.” You brushed him off, then sighed and asked, “I can’t go back down, huh?” He nodded his head. “As expected, fine, then show me around here.” This was a reaction he didn’t expect, why did you sound so done with everything—

The next few hours were spent with the little angel showing you around all excited, though he tried his hardest to not wag his tail. You followed closely, looking around this unfamiliar place. There weren’t any kind of fun things or shops in heaven, only houses for residents. It looked pretty depressing, especially because everything was rid of colors and purely white. When he asked if heaven ain’t better than hell or earth, you didn’t have the heart to answer honestly.

Soon you reached the last destination, his own place, where he would spend his nights. That’s when you found out all the seraphim’s sleep together, on the floor, with a thin cushion only. Compared to the devils, angels must have been real minimalists. To Raphael's dismay, Gabriel and Michael were also inside the building. You met Gabriel in the prayer room, where you almost got blinded by his halo. When your kidnapper saw him, he quickly tried to rush you out of the room, but Gabriel still noticed your presence.

“You brought Solomon’s descendant here? Why?” He shot you a glare, ready to put his scythe to use. You stared back all disgusted. “Don’t you dare, Gabriel. They belong to me.” He scoffed, and stood between you and the once-praying angel, to hide your form from his piercing gaze. The two of them were fighting like cats and dogs, basically not paying any attention to you anymore.

Which is why you took that opportunity to sneak away, tender steps as you backed out of the room. You aimlessly walked around their residence, exploring this new world, starting to pity their mundane lives. If you were to spend centuries in this boring place, where everything was white and monotone, you'd become a feral beast as well and probably lose your mind.

Like a miracle, you found something colorful, amid this white paradise. Carefully you stepped out of the building, into what seemed to be the garden. With a gentle swipe of your hand, you opened and closed the door, looking around to get familiar with your surroundings. There were flowers, everywhere, so many that it looked like straight out of a painting. It was simply beautiful. By the looks of it, this could be the garden of Eve that’s so infamous on earth, for this was a scenery so magnificent you didn’t anticipate it.

Heck, it looked a little out of place even, for so many colors to exist on this plain canvas that’s called heaven, as if god dropped a bucket of paint over this secret place. Slowly, you walked along the path to the huge apple tree in the middle. In front of it was a white pavilion, underneath it was a table with six chairs, but two of them had been stacked and pushed to the side.

“Beautiful…” you whispered breathlessly, eyes sparkling with admiration. There were so many kinds of flowers you’d expect the smell to be intense and intoxicating, but it wasn’t. This defied all logic, though you were kind of getting used to it by now. Only if you squeezed your eyes shut and focused solely on the smell, could you feel a sweet scent reach your nose, a scent you couldn’t quite describe. You tried to identify the smell and concentrated really hard, but to your surprise, you noticed a hint of sadness in the undertone of the scent.

Startled, you looked around, wondering if you were going crazy. Then you heard water flowing, no, to be more specific, someone watering the flowers. With even quieter steps, you approached the source of the noise and caught a glimpse of a figure with black hair. It must be Michael, you thought, and wanted to turn around and quickly leave before he tries to kill you, if not for him who mumbled, “Don’t run.” You froze in place, he didn’t even look up from the flowers, still tending to them.

You waited until he was done, nervously sweating as you clenched your hands. He wouldn’t kill you here, right? “Are you going to kill me?” Look at you, so bold, taking the initiative like this. Michael frowned, “Not here, I don’t want your filthy blood getting on my flowers.” So you were correct, Michael was the one who took care of those plants. “Ah.., ermm, understandable, those flowers are very pretty.”

The angel still had that distinct scorn on his face and a breath of arrogance, but he was beautiful nonetheless. His black hair stood out among all the colors, and the feathers of his wing that fluttered softly in the wind, as well as his right cheek which still hasn’t stopped crying. “Obviously they'd be pretty, I’m personally tending to them. Now get out, you are lucky I’m busy.” He walked past you, shoving you to the side and almost making you fall into the flowerbed, before filling up the watering can.

You stared at him emptily, then walked to the pavilion and sat down on one of the chairs, leaning back and watching him. “What do you think you are doing?” Michael then groaned, shooting you a furious look. “I’m looking at the flowers," You answered defiantly. “I thought I told you to get out—”

“Y/n!” Raphael’s voice rang through the garden, and he ran, almost tripping over Michael who was hovering near the entrance. “Urgh- don’t stand in my way, Michael.” When the black-haired angel heard that, he flared up, and his wing also flapped around very quickly, “Bloody hell Raphael, I was here first.” Quickly you stumbled across the yard and stopped the fight from escalating, grabbing the arm of the red angel, “Don’t fight, don’t fight, I’m here Rara. So, where did you want to take me?”

Raphael gave the other angel a final glare, before turning to you, "I haven't shown you your bedroom yet, come." Afterward, he walked away without looking back, holding your hand in his. Your gaze lingered on Michael for a while, longer than intended, before eventually turning around and following the much too enthusiastic boy.

That was your first day in heaven, and the days that followed weren’t all that different. It has become your daily routine to come to the garden, every single day. You were simply infatuated by the exotic flowers, and frankly, because you were curious about Michael. Why was he so dead on taking care of these flowers? Did he like pretty things, or was this simply his hobby? Every day, without fail, you’d bring some snacks and drinks with you and enjoy them under the pretty pavilion. Sometimes, more often than not, you’d be accompanied by Raphael as well.

Michael didn’t like that one bit, but since this garden belonged to all three seraphim’s, he couldn’t forbid Raphael from entering. Whenever you two spend time chatting and eating, he’d try to ignore you. Yet he couldn’t help but steal the occasional glances at the two of you being all lovely dovely. If you were to meet his face during these moments, he'd have an expression of pure disgust on his face, though he would never look away. Sometimes he also stares with an expression that wasn't disgust, it was something you couldn't put your finger on.

Particularly so when you’d pat and stroke Raphael on the head, hug him goodbye, or have him lay his head on your lap while you laugh all carefree. There was something about it, that seemed way too familiar, so intimate that it made him reminisce.

Back to the present, this time you came to the garden alone, which was rare, but not unusual. Michael hovered on the ground, the watering can placed next to him, he found it to be insane how used he’s gotten to your presence. Normally, he'd immediately luge for you and try to murder you, but now he's tolerating you for the sake of Raphael. You walked up to the angel, squatting, looking at the same batch of flowers he was looking at. He frowned at you for a split second, before turning his gaze back to the flowers.

“They are pretty, what’s their name?” You eventually asked, after admiring them for a good second. The flower had a pure white color, it hung from the thin stem, looking like multiple little bells. Michael stayed quiet for a moment, a gentle breeze running through his silky long hair, making them fly up a little. His soft feathers moved gently, proof of how soft they must be, you felt an impulse to reach out and touch them. He pondered over if he wanted to talk to the likes of you, then answered, “Lily of the valley.”

After hearing his answer, your eyes widened, you didn’t expect him to actually reply to you, and so calmly as well, it almost made you flustered. Wanting to continue the conversation, you quickly chirped, “Ah- it’s a pretty name.. erm, do these flowers have a meaning?” His head hung low when you voiced that question, the scent of sadness tickled your nose again.

Since you’ve spend so much time in the garden, you’ve come to understand it was the scent of Michael, who cried all the time. He debated with himself whether or not he should tell you, it was a little too intimate to tell strangers after all, yet there was something about you that made him feel weirdly at ease, and he whispered almost inaudibly, “They remind me of someone.” You didn’t need to ask twice to understand who he meant, instead, you chuckled. The boy grabbed your collar with an angry expression, and snapped, “What are you laughing at?”

You didn’t resist and explained, “Nothing, I’m not making fun of you. It was a bittersweet laugh.” Michael hesitated, the hand clutching your collar trembled slightly. “What do you mean.” He demanded, not even really asking. “It’s just… there’s someone I know who also plants flowers to remember his loved ones.” His grip loosened, and he pulled his hand back, you could swear you noticed his tears flow a little faster. “I think I know the name of the flower as well, it was— gardenia.”

He was a smart man, even if you beat around the bush he was fully aware of the person you meant. Seeing as you got him on your hook, it was time to spill the tea, just for the drama effect. You weren't sure where you were going with this, though you've always wanted to help these forsaken brothers, even if just a little, “but you know, he was a clumsy man. Even though he was the one who told me the name of the flower, he'd mistakenly call the flower ‘Michael’. What a silly man.”

Suddenly Michael darted towards you, tripping you over. You tried your best to not damage any of the plants around you, hands kept to your chest as the male got on top of you, pinning your head between his arms. Your head luckily didn't hit the stone floor, though his weight was a little uncomfortable. That's when you heard him scream, “Stop… acting like him..!”

“Hu-huh..?” The confusion was undeniable in your tone, and you tried to look at the man who was hovering over you. His hair blocked your sight, tickled your skin, and then wet droplets splashed onto your face. Were these... tears? Ah, probably from his- hold up, he was crying with both eyes. You gawked, surprised by his vulnerable emotional state. Guess angels were only neglected children after all. Gently, you brushed his hair to the side, seeing his eyes become watery and spilling hot tears.

Contrary to what you expected, he didn't deny your touch but instead leaned into it. His voice was quivering ever so little as he stated, “You knew from the start, didn’t you? So why.. why did you.. you and Raphael, you two..” his sobbing increased, blurring his sight with his tears. In the end, he stopped pinning you to the ground and straddled your lap.

With lingering doubts, you sat up, watching him wipe his tears with his now equally wet sleeves. You didn't know what came over you when you whispered subconsciously, “Beautiful.” It was what you thought at that moment, your most honest feelings. He stopped for a moment to look at you, then smiled bitterly, muttering, “You two are similar even in that regard..." Suddenly he hugged you, wrapping his arms around your neck and holding onto your back, clenching your clothes tightly.

Without missing a beat, he nuzzled into your neck, sobbing into your shoulder, all quietly, only the occasional hiccup could be heard slipping from his puffy lips. You knew all he needed was a shoulder to cry on, so you patted the back of his head, stroking through his soft locks, using your other hand to grab his waist. “It’s alright. And let me tell you something, I know Lucifer loves you just as dearly as you do." To your surprise he rubbed his wet cheek against yours, then turned to look at you, “…I guess you weren’t doing it on purpose?”

He had a meek smile on his face, an almost embarrassed expression. The tears didn’t stop flowing, though it seemed he calmed down a little. “I don’t know what you mean?” You retracted your hand from the back of his head and wiped his tears away. The angel stared at your fingers for a moment, then leaned even closer to you, uttering, “Lucifer Hyeong would have kissed them away.” For the next few seconds, you froze.

Why did he tell you that...? Was he hinting at you to do the same? Does that mean he thought you were similar to Lucifer?

“May I ask why you think so?” The question was a little out of pocket, but he knew what you tried to ask him. “You know what I... miss about Hyeong?" He looked down, clenching his teeth, muscles tensing before relaxing them again to finish his sentence, "Everything, I-I miss his laughter, his hugs, his soft strokes- And guess what you've been doing in front of me?” You went quiet at the last part, this time you knew exactly what he meant without further explanation.

Though you truly weren't doing it to spite him or with other ulterior motives, you were simply being yourself. The look you had was indescribable, it wasn’t quite pity, but more a cocktail of many emotions. “You…” he began once again, stopping to take a deep, shaky breath, to calm his erratic heart and stop the sobbing, before continuing, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I didn't mean to appear identical to-” you didn’t get the chance to end your speech when he interrupted you, “don’t you dare speak with my brother’s tone, while looking and acting like him.” At this point, you didn’t even know what to do, how could it be that everything you did reminded him of that person? Furthermore, you feared he was starting to have a twisted and possibly delusional image of you, to make you his substitute for Lucifer. You were sick of playing house after all that ordeal with the devils— especially Sitri.

All in all, no matter how similar their image of you and the person they meet in their dream is, you could never become the same. You were your own person, and not whatever others wanted you to be. The only thing you could think of doing was to somehow comfort him, this beautiful man who didn’t understand his own feelings, in a way his dearest older brother would never. So you hugged him, pulling him into a tight embrace, something he desperately wanted and needed.

The results were him crying even more frantically, weeping like a baby bird while he cried out, “I missed you so much, brother.” You didn't like his choice of words. After a while, you said silently, like a soft exhale of air that grazed his ears, “I’m not Lucifer.”

His grip on you tightened, but nothing else happened until you commented, "And I'm not your brother or Hyeong." The angel whined out, “Stop..” yet you didn’t, you followed your statement up with, “Not to mention I doubt Lucifer will ever come back to heaven.” Micheal looked like he was devastated, unable to accept the truth, he was basically begging you now as he yelled, “S-stop! I demand you to stop talking—” You shifted in your seat, now grabbing his wrists with one hand, “Michael, I think the reason he left is because it’s time for you to move on.”

He stayed completely still, arms now placed above his head, cheeks, and nose completely red while he wore this lost look in his eyes. “I’ll say it again, I’m not Lucifer. No matter how I act, I won’t be able to give you the same solace as he does.” Slowly, you guided his wrist to your lips, and bit down, leaving behind a red mark and a flustered Michael. He whimpered at the pain, taking his sweet time to snap back to reality as if he wanted to stay in his own fantasy world. “I can at most comfort you in other ways.” You then added, holding him closer with your free hand.

The boy didn’t struggle anymore, his pupils shook slightly, cheeks rosy as he hid it behind his wing. His face has been decorated with those pretty, shiny water droplets, some even dried off already. “W-what..?” Before he could prepare himself for what you had in store for him, you guided his body to move back and forth on your lap. He almost shrieked at the sudden movement, and then he stared at you with a baffled look.

If he had to describe it, it felt like he was riding a horse, but why were you doing this? Rubbing his metallic chastity belt against your skin, wasn't it uncomfortable? “Hold on to me.” You then said, and he became even more confused. Nonetheless, he obliged all obediently, grabbing your shoulders but taking care to not use too much strength.

This shift in behavior wasn’t because of you, he was still seeing you as that person, as him. With gritted teeth, you pulled down the zipper to his pants, and his cheeks flushed immediately. “Wait! What do you think you are doing?!!” He screamed, obviously not prepared for that bold move of yours. The boy was being so loud your eardrums almost exploded.

Judging by his reaction, you were achieving the effect you wanted, breaking down his idolized version of you, “I’m guessing Lucifer never taught you sex education~?” You joked and stared at his chastity belt. It’s the second one you’ve seen, the first one was Raphael’s. This one looked a little different in shape and color, it was golden, like most of the accessories of Michael. Despite it being a few weeks already, you still remembered clearly how you unlocked that device, which is why it didn’t take long until you freed the poor member of the male from its cage.

Michael stared down at you, unmoving, eyes widened while being as red as a tomato. When he heard the click of the lock, he felt his heart leap for a second. “No- no way.. you opened this? So easily?” He blushed and seemed slightly disgusted by the looks of his erection, which was leaking glowing precum down his shaft. This is also his first time seeing his dick, you almost forgot about the fact, that angels are basically all virgins. Gosh, how cute~

With one pull, you threw his chastity belt to the side, staring at his half-erect dick. “Yep. And- oh my? You are way bigger than your brother?” To be honest, you weren’t even sure if you were impressed or terrified. Michael hid his face with the back of his palm, thighs instinctively trying to squeeze close when a gust of wind blew against his now fully hard cock, though of course there weren't any results, considering he was straddling your thighs.

“No, d-don’t look..! No one should... expect god…” more tears swelled up in his eyes, he was also embarrassed at doing it outside, here so many people could catch you two. It would be blasphemy if anyone saw him in this state, he'd probably rip off his own wings and join his brother in hell if that happened! Knowing that you almost felt bad for him, for all these sexually frustrated and very much depraved creatures.

“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll just help you jack one off. You’ll feel much better afterward.” With that being said, you got to work. Fingers sinking into his smooth flesh, moving him around on your thigh, making him rub the underside of his most intimate parts against your clothes legs. It felt so rough against his perfect and soft skin, and on top of all of it, it felt so weird and so hot. He mewled, unable to fathom all these sensations, eyes searching for some guidance from you. Though you deliberately ignored him, gliding him across your thigh, trying to stimulate the male.

He began trashing around, resisting, pushing you away while crying out, "No! H-hyeong would never do something sinful like this..!! You stop these.. unholy and inappropriate acts!" You only laughed in response, asking teasingly, "But tell me, Michael, doesn't this feel good?" Completely treating his request like some passing breeze, feeling grateful that he was still capable of making his own judgment.

"I- no, I'm not answering you?! Are you trying to slander my brother?" He sounded just a tiny bit angry with you, trying hard to ignore the building arousal in his lower abdomen. "No, I never claimed to be him. Do you understand what I'm getting at, Michael?" His mouth hung open, as if he wanted to say something, yet not a single word escaped his throat. On the other hand, a series of moans and choked-out whimpers reached your ears. "Nghh... ahHh- I, s-still, sto- hnNghhh!"

Not good, he was being swept up by those hellish sentiments, by the temptations of the flesh. Why did it have to feel so hot, and be so brain-numbing? Poor birdy could barely think straight after all that edging on your part. You were way too perverted and too much of a tease to be his kind and gentle Hyeong!

"Y-y/n...! Please, I-I don't want this... it's scary, stop..!" At last, he resulted to pleading, unable to deal with the weight of his emotions clashing and fighting internally. It was the truth that he sought comfort by your hands and wanted you to fill the hole in his heart, but then you went ahead and turned the table at him. He didn't want to be touched by someone who wasn't god... and Lucifer. He also didn't want his first sexual encounter to be with you, or if it had to be done, out in the open in a place like this, where he'll defile all these pure and pretty flowers.

"Don't touch me..!" Even though he was so deadbeat on his mindset, he didn't try to push you away, was it out of consideration for the flowers or because he didn't dare hurt you after seeing Lucifer in you? No, hardly so, you could see right through his facade. He was probably thinking about how awful this situation was, but you knew he was lying to himself.

To prove your point, you stopped, leaning back and using your arms to support yourself off the ground, you apologized almost half-heartedly, "Alright, sorry then, I won't touch you. So, you do as you see fit. Climb off if that's what you truly want." Once again you surprised the angel with your actions, he didn't think you'd be so willing.

Only when you stopped pleasuring him he noticed that he actually missed the bubbly and warm feeling of your touch or that his erection was throbbing almost painfully so. He glanced down in disbelief, humiliation filling his senses. If he had to be blunt he had absolutely no idea how to react to this, so he did the only thing he could think of, doing whatever you did. Mind you his brain was already turned into mush due to all the tension from before.

Skeptically, he rolled his hips along your thighs, squeezing his lips shut in a poor attempt to stiffen his moans. At this rate, he was going to overstimulate himself since he didn't know what he was doing. Pride thrown out of the window while he bit back his shame, desperately grinding against you with that flushed look on his face. Small, muffled whines still seeped through his almost, almost water-tight defense. "Don't you dare... say anything... mhm!!"

He knew how hypocritical he was being, doing exactly what he apparently ‘hated’, that's why he didn't want to hear any mean comments from You. But his body moved on its own, he couldn't stop chasing after his own bliss. Why did it have to feel so good anyway? To drag his cock along your thigh, grinding his pre into your clothes... You watched the show unfold with attentive eyes, smirking as if you were saying, "Told ya". His grip on your shoulders got tighter, almost painful to bear.

Then he laid his forehead against the crook of your neck, body shivering tremendously while he groaned, "I-I... bloody hell... you did this to me." That angelic voice of his grazed your skin, hot and laced with need. "I don't know why I'm.. hngg, reacting l-like this..." He continued, egging you on, not getting to the point. "So, what are you getting at?" Again, you were aware of what he wanted from you, but you wanted to hear it from him personally.

“What I mean is- you... you take over!” Suddenly he leaned back to stare right into your eyes, he was still crying from both eyes. This time you were sure it wasn't due to his self-pity and sadness. You reached out for his cheek, cupping his face. His skin was hot, so much so that your hand felt ice cold against him. He leaned into your touch, lips squeezed into a pout, brows furrowed as he held his gaze low. "I thought you didn't like it?" You cooed, rubbing his tears away with your thumb.

Michael stayed quiet, he couldn't argue with that, he was the one that desperately pushed your touch away. That's why he just slumped back against you, mumbling, "P-please... I don't like— this heat either... make it go away..." Just to mess with him some more, you hummed, tilting your head to the side, "Hmm, I don't know, can't you do it yourself?" Now the angel was gritting his teeth, you wondered if you went too far. Much to your surprise, he pulled you into a deep, clumsy kiss.

The salty taste of his tears grazed your lips, his tongue messily stumbled into your mouth and he slurped and swindled it around aimlessly. You stayed still for a second, partly due to you getting startled, as well as you being in awe about how bad he was at kissing. Perhaps it was his first kiss, how cute, he's willingly gifting it to you. Since he has given you something so valuable, you had to show him a good time now, ain't that right?

Slowly, to not scare him, you moved your tongue as well, meeting his eager kiss with a smile on your lips. Closing your eyes to fully immerse yourself, only after seeing the embarrassed look on his blushy features. While he was distracted, you placed your graceful fingers around his slim waist again, giving him little instruction on what to do. Then, once he got into a rhythm, you moved your leg to meet his thrusts.

His heat and wetness already seeped through your pants, soaking your skin with his sticky substances. Yet you didn't bother, focusing solely on him and his pleasure. After a few sucks on your side, against his willing body, he started moaning into the kiss. Long, drawn-out moans that ended with a high-pitched whine for more, "ahhnnngh.. mhmm-uhm!!"

His hips suddenly jerked forwards, his poor cock was leaking and twitching helplessly, wagging around like some kind of tail. The neglect was impossible to overlook. May it be for his red, swollen tip that was decorated with glistening pearls of pre, or his bulging veins that looked like they were about to pop, it didn't matter. All he knew was he wanted more of this ecstatic, hypnotizing feeling that only you could provide.

Gradually, his movements became faster and more sloppy, your grip on him was so tight that his skin bruised. He choked, gagging on your tongue, throwing his head back to break the kiss. This was too much, too intense..! That poor birdy needs a break, or his brain will melt! Despite that, you grabbed him by his wing and forced him to stay still, lips crashing against his again. The feeling of your hand on his wing only intensified his pleasure, making him more erratic as electricity coursed through him.

You weren't done nor satisfied yet, hence you shoved your tongue down his throat again. "Mffhhmm!! ♡♡~! Y/n- I- nghhH..!!" This sensation, of something tingling inside him, threatened to burst at any rate. How was he supposed to hold himself back? All resistance fell on deaf ears and crumbled, and he felt himself being brought over the edge of bliss and sanity. For a moment that was supposed to be forbidden for him, or downright sinful, he felt strangely warm inside.

He hadn't felt this fuzzy and at ease for a long time, and so, he did what his instincts told him, he embraced the feeling. Tears poured from his eyes like little waterfalls, his face ruined to the point of being unrecognizable, and his wing flapping around in a pathetic attempt to balance out the pleasure. He grabbed a fistful of your clothes, almost digging holes into them as he relentlessly rode your thigh. He felt weak, so powerless like never.

His knees have been shaking for quite some time now. If it wasn't for your hands on his hips, he would have slumped forward and fallen into your embrace, that was how weak he was. More sweet whispers of pleasure slipped from his swollen lips, sending a tingle down your spine. "Hmmm... m' su-sumthin's cummin'..!♥︎♡!!" Michael tried to warn you, head so empty he couldn't form proper sentences. Not to mention you were still making out with him, rendering it almost impossible for him to speak coherently.

His dick twitched around a few times again, the tip was rather rubbing against your belly than your thighs, leaving behind strings of pre in its wake. Finally, after an eternity of tension and promised pleasures, he felt himself reaching his limit. The feeling was nothing he had ever experienced before, he couldn't even try to put it into words that was how mind-blowing it was. With one last meek try to warn you, which ended up sounding more like a high-pitched shriek of bliss and pure, primal ecstasy, he came all over the two of you.

“MhNMHHH~ aaAhHHnNNGGh♡♡♥︎♡♥︎～!!” Tridal waves of pleasure surged through his veins, making him shudder due to the intensity. His toes curled, wing flapping uncontrollably as thick ropes of white cum spurt out of his way too-overstimulated dick. It splattered across your clothes, and his as well. Judging by the amount of glowing fluids he shot out, he must have been pent up. Once again, you took the first orgasm ever of an angel, and it felt weirdly fun.

All this pleasure was too much for an inexperienced virgin angel like him~ his mind basically blanked out during his ejaculation, causing him to whimper and groan like some animal in heat, "Ah- uhm.? Nghh, uh-hnggh ♥︎♡♡!" He never knew there was pleasure like this, this amazing and tingly. It was just like the day he lost his eye.

You weren't even sure what he was trying to say, maybe nothing, maybe insults, whatever it was you didn't really care. Instead, you were fascinated by how different yet similar his reaction was to Raphael's. So it was true that angels were as bland as their buildings, with no real knowledge of what the pleasures of the flesh meant. You smiled, looking at his wrecked face. Still as red as ever, with dried-out tears stuck to his skin, and drool hanging out of his mouth, he has never looked more beautiful.

His wing has also calmed down, it was almost limping next to his head. Eyes still a little unfocused as he slowly regained his clarity, moving his hand to his face to rub his puffy eyes. That silky, untangled hair was a little messy more, and his clothes wrinkled. "That was a little too much stimulation for your first, huh?" You joked, and he didn't have the strength to give you a sassy answer, but he glared at you nonetheless. It was more of an I'm-too-tired-for-this glare than anything else though.

You didn't move from your spot, not wanting to rush him, giving him enough time to collect himself until he deemed himself ready to stand up from your lap. In the meantime, you noticed that the sad scent that radiated from him has dissipated, at least for now. Somehow, you felt really proud of yourself for that, smiling under your breath as you placed a kiss on his forehead.

Michael squeezed his eyes with a pout but didn't resist. His argument or defense for himself was that he was too worn out and tired, for now, and that he had enough opportunities to kill you in the future. It was nothing else but excuses, considering angels are just delusional beings at their core. As soon as he stood up on his wobbly legs, you wanted to ask how he was doing, that's when Raphael emerged from behind the doorframe.

His head peeked into the garden as he smirked darkly, mischievously even. "Pff, you look like a horny beast, Michael. Was it fun, screaming so loud I could hear your disgraceful moaning from miles away?" You stared at the blond angel with a skeptical look, he was acting as if he didn't act just the same. Then, he turned to you and said, "Anyway, y/n, you, come with me. I have something to show you." Now he stood in the doorframe with his entire figure, leaned against it.

You stood up from where you were previously sitting, and answered all carefree as you walked past him, "Okay ~ lemme get changed first." Raphael made way for you when you walked by and nodded in acknowledgment. Once you were gone, he made eye contact with his dear brother and had a slight scorn on his face. Michael frowned back at him, brushing off the dust from his clothes, even though there were bigger problems about his appearance than that. Like his disheveled hair, or the traces of shining cum on his shirt.

“What, don't like the fact they aren't only yours?” After a quick glaring contest, Michael spoke up, a sneer present in his voice. He got closer to Raphael, now standing right in front of him, crossing his arms around his chest. Though it seemed he had recovered very quickly, his legs and knees were still a little uneasy. "...I can't say I'm pleased with it, but they are free to do as they wish." The Blondie said, averting his gaze for a split second.

“How unusual of you, sharing was never your strong point.” The black-haired seraphim commented. A snarky laugh erupted from the red angel, and he scoffed, "You are one to talk." Afterward, he turned around, waving his hand as if to say goodbye, "It's a shame that I'm not the only angel who has experienced god's given pleasure now, but oh well, I'm still their first, remember it well." With that, Raphael disappeared into the building, leaving Michael standing at the entrance to the garden, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.

Tags: @shianarou @ghostiegirl56 @thisisnotangel @ghostgoosygoose @aghrentroplayer @i-dont-fooken-know @chuuya-brainrot @allyfoxglove @thigh-o-saur @fallenthemisticalyingyang @fem-dom-roze

Nini!rant 2.0:

I found many different translations for the meaning of the mentioned flowers, but these are the ones that I liked best.

Lily of the valley: purity, happiness, nostalgia, sadness, pain, death

According to the bible, lily of the valley is most infamously mentioned in the Song of Solomon (2:11). It’s also sometimes used as a metaphor or comparison to Jesus Christ, due to its sweet scent and white colour (Ephesians 5:2). White, which is knows to be a sin-free colour, used to describe a person without sin -> Michael still sees luci as a person without sin

There’s also a saying that lilies are the tallest of flowers, but hangs its head down, symbolising humbleness (Philippians 2:6~8). Also it’s supposed to have a lot of medical qualities, so it fits lucifer, who’s a healer.

Gardenia: purity, harmony, sweetness, joy, secret love

Here, it’s also qualities and things lucifer wishes for Michael. Like harmony, joy. Then, how he sees him and thinks about him. I thought it’d be cute haha

I choose them very carefully, there was quite a lot of thought behind them, that’s why it got its own special mention here :]

[fritz-federleicht]

Reader being flirting with all of their friends and then they meet corpse for the first time playing among us and typically they would flirt but they can barely say hi after hearing his voice and whole group is messing with them about why they couldn’t talk like normal and then a time skip of corpse openly flirting with them on Twitter and reader flirting back

Speechless/ Corpse Husband x reader

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"Guys guys, today we are playing among us again." You say happily to the chat. You open the game and wait for the others. Ludwig appears next to you.

"That's right Y/N. We are playing among us again today." Ludwig's voice can be heard.

"Oh yes we are. Hey guys." You greet your fellow players. "Nice to hear from you again. Especially from you Ludwig. I missed you so much."

"Y/N, stop it, I'm blushing." Ludwig replies sheepishly. When Rae appears next to you, you run up to her and circle her.

"Hey Rae." "Hey Y/N." "By the way, you look beautiful again today." Are you complimenting Rae. "Thanks Y/N. I didn't change anything about my character though. But thank you." Responds Rae.

"You know, my dear, it's because you always look beautiful. Whether in real life or in the game." You flirt with Rae.

"Oh Y/N oh Y/N. Charming as always." Rae's laugh rings out.

"Okay. Enough fooling around. Everyone's here. Let's get started." Sykkuno ends your conversation.

In the first round, you are not an Impostor. However, Rae is killed first. When the first meeting starts and you read that she was killed, you immediately ask who killed her. You read through the list of names to pick a victim to blame when you read an unfamiliar name.

"Who's Corpse? I'll just say hello." "Oh, hey. That's me. Nice to meet you." His deep voice sounds.

It's quiet for a moment. You sit there, unable to say anything. His deep voice has left you speechless.

"Hello?" Corpse asks. "Yes. Nice to meet you." You answer shyly.

Ludwig starts to laugh. "Corpse, you actually managed to make Y/N speechless. No one has ever done that before."

"Really Corpse. Consider yourself lucky." Says Poki.

You just sit there. With reddened cheeks and listen to the conversation.

Sykkuno chimes in. "Y/N just so you know. Corpse is mine." You just nod. You realize that no one sees it, but you can't answer at the moment.

Corpse laughs at Sykkuno's words. When you hear his laugh, your eyes grow wide. You look down at your table.

"We have to vote for someone else. Did someone see anything suspicious?" Ludwig asks, still amused.

The rest of the rounds you hardly say anything.

When you open your Twitter the next day, you see that Corpse has mentioned you in a tweet.

You click on the notification. Immediately the tweet opens.

Corpse Husband: @Y/N I hope you can speak again. Found your reaction really cute

You stare at your phone, blushing slightly as you think of his voice again. You type a response.

Y/N: @Corpse Husband thank you for caring about me. To answer your question yes I can speak again. Yours just blew me away. I just say really hot

Suddenly Ludwig interferes.

LUDWIG: @Y/N discuss this with @Corpse Husband privately. Or do you want @Sykkuno to overhear and kill you? Oops... now I linked him by mistake

Y/N: @ludwig I can stand up to Sykkuno. For my future husband I do everything

Corpse Husband: Ok. We are that far @Y/N?

Sykkuno: Hey! @Y/N! Corpse is mine

Sykkuno: But seriously Y/N. You should date Corpse. You guys would be really good together. He's always trying to be mean but he's actually a teddy bear

Rae: @Sykkuno is right. Corpse is a really good guy

Y/N: I would have no problem with that. We can also get married right away

Corpse Husband: @Y/N shall we?

As soon as you read this you know you have to meet him. You decide to ask Sykkuno for Corpse's number.

A short time later you meet. You hit it off right away and get together a short time later.

[rae-pss]

Hi, may I please ask for headcanons for la squadra reacting to their s/0 having real haunted dolls, but the dolls just act like home security please

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— RAE'S NOTE: omg, poor guys (😭). also, i'm projecting some headcanons here, like risotto when young visiting his nonna (grandma).

༉‧₊˚. ─ in general, i'd say that everyone at first believed it had something to do with a stand; at best yours and at worst that of an enemy who has you in its sights.

༉‧₊˚. ─ however, once you explain to them that your collection is genuinely one of haunted dolls, well, there'll be various reactions depending on the member.

༉‧₊˚. ─ again, in a broader context, they find it a considerably positive thing that you've some extra security in your home apart of them in their occassional visit. not to mention the certain fear that it gives to see them looking you directly in the eyes, as if cursing you for life…

༉‧₊˚. ─ now, more specifically:

༉‧₊˚. ─ RISOTTO thinks the dolls are cute, it reminds them of a somewhat similar collection that his nonna (grandma) had, which he liked to look at every time he went to see her at her house.

༉‧₊˚. ─ PROSCIUTTO doesn't care much. in truth, to him they are simply another method of protection that you use. yes, he's grateful that you've them, but they're not something he'll pay much attention to if you don't mention them or they do something that catches his attention.

༉‧₊˚. ─ PESCI was somewhat afraid at first. their appearances are kind of cute, but the fact that they're haunted doesn't help the cause much. luckily, as time goes by she gets used to them and loses her fear of them.

༉‧₊˚. ─ GHIACCIO finds them somewhat terrifying, in the sense that he doesn't understand why when you find some haunted dolls on your way, decide to buy them and, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, you decide to create a collection of them. weren't there simpler things to have a collection? like, for example, normal dolls? generally speaking, he prefers to act as if they don't exist, unless it's necessary to do otherwise.

༉‧₊˚. ─ MELONE is genuinely interested in them. that's, how is it possible for dolls to be haunted? from a scientific point of view it's true that this is a really intriguing topic. and even that, he tends to ignore them most of the time in favor of paying attention to you.

༉‧₊˚. ─ ILLUSO loves them, more than necessary for sure. i's not the kind of dolls he'd have in a collection, but they genuinely look cute and keep you good company in his absence.

༉‧₊˚. ─ it took FORMAGGIO some time to get used to seeing them walk so calmly around your house as if nothing had happened; reaching the point where on one occasion he entered your house without knocking and was almost attacked by two of them. luckily you were there to stop them.

[seeingivy]

method acting asks!

first of all, you guys ate the style chapter so bad EEK im so glad you guys loved it. more where that's coming from! been having the worst week but watching people react as they read has been super fun and I thank you all for that :')

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMM2wqGJV/ oh bestie...oh you're SO RIGHT. like y/n's nickname is princess but I definitely think as time goes on historia fits more of the princess vibe and y/n as the popstar. also some part of their friendship is loosely based on olivia rodrigo and sabrina carpenter, just like solely as vibes so

https://x.com/erjgrs/status/1765732630643851685?s=46&t=Uk-oZnZapecdEA4wRzncKw real. a picture lana would post and the quote tweet would be y/n.

(this isn't a method acting ask but it's eren and legit the only eren thing i've written since july so it counts)

hi!!!! thank you so much for the love :') i'm so excited to share it with everyone!

the opening and ending songs are the same! I make a shinzo sasageyo joke in the next set of tweets....I agree with you, I do think that they would write all the music that was included in the actual show and that certain songs are for ceertain characters

table scenes twitter reactions coming...your wish is my command...

vampire by olivia rodrigo, ding ding! one of my fav songs that I get to include i'm so excited eek. I def think lana would cover the song but I think the main like song she would write about ricky would be something like would've could've should've by taylor swift/goddess by laufey/ or history of man by maisie peters

I hope you have a lovely day too!!!! thank you so much for supporting me :')

I actually considered going with heavenly bodies as the theme for this met gala in the fic (just bc that was litearlly the best met gala) but I ended up deciding against it. but I totally get what you mean,,, they would serve....

also a slight hint, but I did end up giving lana marilyn monroe kim kardashian controversy dress because that is something that lana would do. also in general, lana/clarkson's are based off of kardashians (if you couldn't tell) so....it fit

HARD AGREE. I think whatever they bond over is something that eren just...can't do. like if they're watching a reality tv show and really invested, he'd sit there being like....it's fake just to get mad glares fro zeke/carla/and i'm adding colt to the mix. eren's cool with the kiddos (falco and gabi) but y/ns cool with the big brothers (zeke and colt)

@najaemism omg I'VE ACTUALLY NEVER HEARD THSI SONG BEFORE but actually you're so right. also very mikasa during jeankasa meltdown.....also historia (more on that later)

@leave-rae-alone HI POOKIE! don't worry...I disappear off the face of my blog like every other week. I hope you're doing well and take time to rest!

am I allowed to say megan thee stallion bc I am in love with megan thee stallion? but actually though, I think her style fits the character, she likes anime and this is an anime fanfic, and her using like stuff from tokyo ghoul as references during the nicki drama is actually something that I think y/n would do. also I just love this outfit i would include it as a red carpet outfit or something

hm. there are a few that @/bsenpai and I mention bc we actually talk about method acting everyday like its an illness. I think y/n and eren would do she's the man (that's the movie they've promised ethan cole btw), eren and y/n also do pride and prejudice 2005, I also think she would act as the daughter as interstellar. those are the ones that come to mind rn!

no comment. you did ask this before I posted the chapter tho but you like manifested that one hard so.

LMFAOOOO. wait can I tell you the funniest thing....is that I actually think young gojo in method acting would be like young justin bieber. like i had this thought the other day when i was listening to somebody to love and i was like....ok chill out gojo damn. like I naturally think he would have that charisma and be one of the first people to pop off on youtube....but he would not flop like current justin bieber.

that's all for today. here are the songs + some hints for the next chapter:

see you again by tyler the creator ft. kali uchis, end game by taylor swift, and vampire by olivia rodrigo

an award wrapped in a ribbon

a red lipstick mark

smashing a crown

sukuna splashing a glass of wine in someone's face...soulmateism if you ask me

there are some of these i think you could technically figure out. but oh well, I will see you then!

[skye-huntress]

I’m in Love with the Villainess Reaction

Episode 6

I’m like 90% sure there are more Knights than those 8 people, but I guess no one else bothers to show up to the meetings.

In the novels, the crossdressing maid cafe was entirely Rod’s idea, but anime seems to be going closer to the manga route. I prefer it this way though

I like how all the girls voted yes for similar reasons.

It’s a blink and you’ll miss it moment, but you can see the Bauer siblings in their maid outfits in the OP.

Yeah, Lambert’s kind of a big deal, so I still find it funny that the First Prince simply referred to him as “the other guy” and “the Vice Captain” in the last episode, like he didn’t know who he was.

Claire’s fear of ghosts and the like is also adorable. And she was so confident a moment ago.

Remember Miss Claire, this is a job you volunteered for.

Now we start to see one of Rae’s most appreciated talents. If it wasn’t for all the teasing she had done previously, Claire might have asked for her hand then and there.

So when Lambert first mentioned about the school being haunted, you can tell Rae was initially confused, but once she heard the details, she immediately knew it was mostly her fault.

I wonder if Rae is getting enough sleep with all of her late night kitchen experiments.

Okay, that’s a nice touch having Misha teaching Ralaire how to play Rock, Paper, Scissors and that’s why she’s been mimicking a hand so much lately.

Oh no, we’re doing that flashback.

I sympathise with Claire here. The whole situation was just so unfair.

Of course, Rae knows about that whole tragedy. There’s more to the story, of course. Even with the new novels from Claire’s perspective, we’re learning new details about it that just make the whole thing so much worse.

Given the dream she was having, I bet Claire was the one who grabbed Rae’s hand in her sleep.

Classic isekai trope right there. Rae certainly didn’t choose to be Claire’s maid for the salary, so if Rae needed a lot of money, she’d have to acquire it through other means.

Ah yes, Claire and Ralaire are both gluttons for Rae’s cooking and baking.

Insurance in case “something happens” which coming from Rae and her knowledge of future events yet to come, means the time will come when Lene needs those recipes. Claire might be Rae’s priority, but it’s nice to see her looking out for other people who need it.

First time we see Rae’s healing magic at work. Of course, Rae made sure to figure out how to do healing, in case Claire ever got hurt. On that thought, I’m reasonably confident that the real purpose behind developing her tungsten carbide barrier was also so she can better protect Claire from any threats.

Oof, that foreshadowing.

I see Rae’s ED song has entered a second phase. I’ve listened to the songs so many times by now that I can just tell, even though I can’t understand a single word.

The Foundation Fair is next episode, and that’s going to be a treat to watch for so many reasons. This is going to be a long week.

On a final note, check out the tags below. I found the second by chance and was really scratching my head trying to figure out the difference.

[disturbedbeautywrites]

League of His Own - Chapter 1

Rafe Cameron college baseball AU

Prologue

Anxiety and excitement; those were the two main feelings you had as you walked into orientation behind Liv. She was talking a million miles a minute, her hands and arms making wide gestures that you couldn’t keep up with even if you tried. “And I tried telling him how stupid that was… Wait, are you even listening?” Her voice was fading into the background noise of the room as you took a seat in the huge auditorium, your eyes scanning the seats around you. “Y/N! Earth to Y/N!” And now she was waving her hand in front of your face, eyes snapping to look at her as you apologized profusely.

She just chuckled and shook her head, patting your shoulder. “I know, it’s all super overwhelming at first. It’ll get better though, I promise.” She nodded and let you take in everything around you for a few minutes. The room was filled with freshmen and other transfer students, each carrying on their own conversations or living in their own individual worlds.

It was crazy to think that you were about to go into your junior year of college, and you were giving yourself a fresh start. But it was also a breath of fresh air. You needed some change after how things went at your old school. You had a crazy ex-boyfriend there, and a lot of drama you were glad to leave behind.

You were lost in your thoughts until Liv slapped your arm, claiming she was trying to be inconspicuous, but failing miserably. “Ready to see who Mr. Hotshot is?” Her nickname for the man she named earlier, Rae, rain? You couldn’t remember, but it was enough to make you laugh quietly to yourself. She either really hated the man or had the biggest crush on him, you couldn’t decide. She nodded down to the front of the room where three boys had just made their ways in, each of them wearing a NCU baseball shirt and matching sweatpants.

“So, that’s the trio of trouble around here. The one on the end there, in the blue shirt is Kelce. He plays third base Along with the entire population of girls here. He’s a total douchebag and I’m not convinced that he isn’t a steroid user.” She nodded and gave you time to listen to her before she continued on, her eyes now landing on the guy on the other end. “The guy there in the white shirt is Topper, why did his parents name him that? No one has any idea other than we’re all convinced they hated him.  He plays centerfield, even though he doesn’t look very athletic. He has speed that comes out of nowhere. Very good with his glove and his hands.” She then moved her eyes to look at the guy in the middle and she looked back to you to get your reaction. “And finally, the guy in the middle. That there is Mr. Baseball captain himself, Rafe Cameron. Total heartthrob of the school and possible future MLB recruit. He is a pitcher and also filthy rich due to his daddy owning half of the real estate on the outer banks. Also has a matching jerk personality to match, but he’s definitely pretty to look at.” She finished her introductions to the boys as she watched you nod along, eyes trained on the one she named as Rafe.

She was right, he was pretty to look at. His hair was swept back in a neat fashion, a few strands hanging over his forehead. His eyes were steel blue and his smile was completely perfect. He looked like he stepped out of an Abercrombie catalogue and decided to pretend to be a college student for a photoshoot.

As they walked in, everyone seemed to take notice and they ate up the attention. They smirked and made sure to walk as slow as they could through the front of the room, loving how all the girls had their eyes trained on them. It was laughable, honestly. But, for some reason you were just like the other freshman girls oogling at them. “And there she goes. We’ve lost her.” Liv’s voice was the comedic relief you needed to snap out of your trance, your laughter leaving your lips easily as you looked over at her. “You did not, you’re just being dramatic.” You rolled your eyes at her before you settled back into your seat, playing on your phone to avoid eye contact with her.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t our favorite softball player. Have you thought about my offer yet, Liv? It still stands this year.” The voice came from the boy that she had pointed out earlier that was named Kelce, his body plopping down in the seat in front of you. He had turned his body to face the two of you, a smirk on his lips as Liv flipped him off and scoffed. “Still a lesbian, idiot. Nice try though.” He just chuckled and raised his hands in defense before Topper came and sat down right next to him, his eyes flashing to you. “Oh! Excuse us for being rude. I’m Topper and this is Kelce. Now who might you be?” His tone was outright flirty, and it made bile rise up in your stomach at the effort he was putting into it.

“I’m Y/N, I just transferred here and I’m one of Liv’s roommates.” As soon as you said the words, she threw her arm around your shoulder, grinning at them. “Yeah, this is our new superstar that you guys keep hearing about. She’s going to help us kick ass this season.” Her words made you blush and look away as you felt a pair of eyes on you, curiosity getting the best of you. You peaked up and saw the same blue eyes from earlier checking you out, a small smirk on his lips as he spoke to the teacher who was running the orientation. He shot you a wink before he moved to lean against a wall.

“Alright, everyone listen up! We’re going to get started!” You heard the teacher at the front of the classroom call out, your eyes moving from Rafe to him as you swallowed thickly and tried to focus. But, you couldn’t get his eyes and smirk out of your mind and you found yourself letting your eyes wander to him throughout the entire time you were supposed to be listening.

The orientation drug on, but once it was done and everyone got up to leave you felt Liv grab your arm to hold you back. You looked at her with confusion on your face before she held up a finger to tell you to hang-on as Topper motioned her towards him. He whispered something in her ear and he motioned at you before she nodded and smirked to herself. She started walking and took your wrist, pulling you along behind her as she started to walk out of the auditorium and towards your shared apartment. “Are you going to tell me what that was about?” You looked at her expectantly as she grinned, looking at you with wide eyes. “How do you feel about going to a party with the rest of the team tonight? It’s being held at Rafe’s house, and it's always the party of the year.” She gave you a puppy dog look before you laughed and nodded, feeling her hug you super tight. “Sweet! Let’s go get ready to get our party on!”

You didnt know what you were getting yourself into, but what could go wrong? It was only a party.

[jentledaisies]

NOW LOADING. . . YOU'RE AFFECTIONATE WITH THEM

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✎ in which you finally find the comfort they promised OR you find yourself accepting their love after fighting for so long

Warnings .ᐟ ⤷ Stockholm Syndrom, Emotional Manipulation, Obsessive behavior, curse words, mentions of attempted SA (not graphic)

disclaimer: This is not in any way shape or form a representation of Jisoo, Jennie, Rosè, Lisa, or Blackpink as a whole. All reactions, actions, thoughts, words, and general emotions are fiction and created by me. The behavior shown in these reactions is toxic and unhealthy but fantasized romantically for simply that, fantasy. None of this should be taken seriously or sought after in real life, or performed. please do not romanticize this behavior/mindset in real life as it is unhealthy and toxic, and if you or anyone you know is in such an environment, should be taken out of it immediately. Again, this blog is purely fiction, and all acts taken place in this blog should remain so. ↳ None of my characters, yandere or otherwise, will ever nor would ever perform, act, or consider sexual activities of any sort without consent. full stop. Any and all sexual acts are done with the full consent of all parties taking place. i will never, ever, ever write otherwise or even consider writing otherwise.

It was crazy, you knew that. M/N had kidnapped you, stolen you away from your family, friends, life. She had imprisoned you in a golden gilded cage to be her lovely pet. You were hers, and yet, you had no choice in the matter. Of course, she made sure you knew, she was yours too, she didn't bring you here to just play and then discard you. No, she brought you here to 'give you the stunning life you deserve, by my side.' She never treated you unkindly, made sure to give you your space, and let you get used to the luxury penthouse the two of you were in. She was frustratingly understanding of your fear, of how wary you were, and made sure to never push your boundaries. She'd announce herself before entering any room, she'd never touch you, even in a platonic casual way, without asking you first. She gave you a separate room, albeit right next to hers, but made sure to never infringe on your privacy. It was so clear that her being so close yet so far away from you was killing her, and that your stubbornness would get to her at times, but she never treated you with anything but the gentlest love.

Maybe it was crazy, but you found yourself wishing to be with M/N whenever they were gone. When she would leave you would miss her, and when she was here you would crave her touch. You knew she was trying to respect your space, and you grew more and more attracted to how she cared for you. You liked her, and you were ready to accept your new life, which wasn't so bad.

[KIM JISOO]

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The sound of the front door opening was what grabbed your attention from the book you were reading. You looked up to see Jisoo entering the apartment, her leather jacket wrapped tightly around her shirt, but bits of crimson could be seen staining the edges.

"Darling, I'm home! Let me wash up really quick then we can eat dinner! Would you mind setting it up?" She called over her shoulder as she rushed up the stairs to her room, hardly looking back. She rushes into the room, practically slamming the door closed.

This was something else as well, she always made sure to never bring her work home to you. She could come up drenched in blood, and you'd never know if it was hers or someone else's but she'd never even acknowledged it. She'd worked so hard to keep you away from her job in the mafia, and yet as you grew fonder of her you found yourself growing concerned about whether or not she was okay.

You're setting the bowls of rice down when Jisoo rushes down the stairs, in a comfy hoodie that seemed to swallow her small form and leggings. Wordlessly she grabs the chopsticks and starts arranging them on the table as well.

"What did Mi-rae make today?" She asked as she watched you place a large covered dish down in the middle of the table before arranging the side dishes around it.

"Oh, I actually sent Mi-rae Unnie away today. I wanted to make dinner for you myself today." You responded quite bashfully, and Jisoo looked shocked but sat down nevertheless.

"What did you make, Darling? It smells amazing." She asks after a minute of hesitation.

"Ah, I made *Nakji Bokkeum from a recipe I learned from my mother when I was younger." You sat down across from her and took the lid off the savory food. A nervous feeling bubbled in your chest as the special memory was picked up by her and slowly entered her mouth for her to taste. She lets out a groan in satisfaction before shooting you a happy smile. It falls however when she realizes you're not eating at all.

"Darling, is something wrong?" She slowly swallows before placing her chopsticks down, waiting for you to speak.

"...When I was younger and my mother would make Nakji, it was always special. It was my father's favorite dish since he didn't grow up with much so we only made it when we had special announcements or events. It may seem stupid, it's such a common dish but it holds a lot of meaning to me." You raise your eyes to hers to see her watching you curiously, drinking in every word you were saying.

"What are we celebrating, Darling?"

"...You've made it clear, the reason you took me is that you want to love me-"

"I do love you."

"...You took me because you love me and yet, never in all this time, have you tried to force your love on me. Y-You've respected me and validated my wary emotions. You've given me the distance and space I need, and you've never once become angry or impatient with my hesitance. And I found myself, growing fond of you for this. And soon I found myself hating this distance. It's fucked up, you stole my life away from me. But I think..." You trailed off unsure how to continue.

"What do you think?" Jisoo seemed to be holding her breath as she waited for you to finish what you were saying. You stood up and waited patiently as she mirrored your actions. Taking a couple steps forwards you reached your hands up before wrapping them softly around her neck as her breath hitches. The hug is light, as it's only your arms wrapped around her, unsure if this was ok. Her arms wrap around your torso after her initial shock, tugging you closer to her until you were both enveloped in one another's warm embrace.

"I think...I don't love you. But I do like you. And I'm ready to accept this, accept you. If you'll have me, I'm ready to try."

A sigh of happy relief comes from Jisoo as she pulls you impossibly closer. "Of course, I'll have you, darling. I'll always be ready to be the one to hold you. You may not love me yet but thank you for agreeing to give us a try. You'll love me soon enough."

*Nakji Bokkeum: spicy stir-fried octopus, usually eaten with side dishes and soju.

[KIM JENNIE]

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You didn't know what to make of Kim Jennie at first. When you woke up to the ferocious woman from the diner waiting for you all you felt was fear, the reputation of BP and their ruthless leader was well known. Yet, instead of torturing you, instead of killing you, she treated you with the utmost love. Even when you lashed out at her she'd love you gently, cook you homemade meals that reminded you of before you were taken by your captors. She'd come back some days, injured, but she always made sure to keep that from you. She made sure to have staff around the apartment, made sure you were always taken care of like a queen, and she always told you that you were her queen. You knew she'd get frustrated and angry with her job, not that she'd ever let you see that side of her, but because you'd hear the glass of whatever alcohol she was using to numb her anger hitting the wall and shattering. You'd hear her cold voice shake in anger as she shouted at her subordinates over the phone.

It had been four months of this, and at first, all you wanted to do was scream and run. You had been saved from one captor just to be held by another. But now, all you wanted to do was help cure her wounds when she was hurt, make sure she was resting, and let them heal properly. You knew even when Lisa basically ordered her into bed rest she didn't listen most of the time, but you wanted to be there to make sure she did. To rest with her in her bed, hold her close and let her know it was ok to let her guard down. When she got angry you wanted to be there to console her. To be the one she spoke to instead of drowning in the much too-expensive alcohol. Maybe even be the one to hold her when she needed to be held.

You could distinctly remember when these thoughts and feelings truly started.

"Why are you doing this?" You had asked one day after she came back from a meeting. "I don't know anything from my old captor, I was simply held as a slave. I have no information. And if you brought me here to be your pet who warms your bed, I'll tell you exactly what I told them. You'll have to kill me before I let you use me for my body."

"That's not why you're here. You're here because you're mine and I love you." She had responded calmly.

"Oh, cut the bullshit. I don't need to be used like this if you want information. I hated them, if I had any, I'd give it to you. But I don't So stop trying to pretend and kill me or let me go."

"I said you're here because I love you. I know you don't love me yet, but that's fine, you'll love me eventually. You're mine."

"Fucking hell. I am nobodies. I wasn't theirs and I'm not yours. Why would I love another captor?"

"Why?" She questioned back mockingly with a teary laugh. "I have waited patiently for you to realize why, but since you need me to, I'll spell it out for you. I love you. I have waited patiently for four months, 12 days, and 13 hours so far. Holding myself back from spoiling you and treating you like the queen you are. I want you to fall in love with me in your own way. I-I..."

Her voice cracked as tears of frustration came out. "I just want you to love me, why can't that happen? I saw you and I immediately fell in love and I know, trust me I know, I'm not easy to love but I saw you and I knew you wouldn't be either. You and I could be amazing together. Why won't you just love me? Why won't you even try? Am I that unlovable to you?" With those sad words, she ran upstairs in tears, locking her door.

After that outburst that day, Jennie completely acted as though it never happened, but her words rang in your head like gunshots. It had been a week, and yet that question never left your mind. 'Why won't you just love me?' And honestly, you came to the conclusion that maybe, maybe you could try. She never hurt you or tried to force you to do anything. You at least owed her that. And maybe it was something you wanted as well.

You crept downstairs, your socked feet making no noise as you came upon Jennie cooking in the kitchen, her back turned to you as she stirred something in the pot while humming. You could notice her back tense as she became aware of someone else in the room, although she must've known it was you because she just keeps humming and cooking never looking back. A sharp gasp does leave her, however, when you wrap your arms around her waist from behind and press your face between her shoulder blades. Her body almost instantly relaxes into you, like the two of you were made to mold together. Neither one of you speaks for a moment, everything silent save for the breaths that leave the both of you before you speak.

"I don't think I can love you yet, but I think I'm ready to accept your love for me."

[PARK CHAEYOUNG / ROSÉ]

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You weren't very comfortable being touched, Chaeyoung understood that. You were wary of her, Chaeyoung understood that. You didn't want to open up and accept her affections immediately, Chaeyoung understood that. Whatever you were going through, Chaeyoung understood and gave you space. She let you acclimate, waited patiently for you to understand too. Understand that this was what was good for you, that she was what would be good for you. That she was who you were meant to be with to be happy.

At first, you were angry at her, for taking you away from the life you had. Chaeyoung understood that. She was expecting that. But you were supposed to have warmed up to her by now. It had been almost six months now. So why the fuck were you still acting this way. This was good for you, she was good for you. The life she was offering, no, giving you was much better than what you used to have.

Instead, whenever she called you sweet names, vile words would drip from you in return. When she tried to move closer to you, you'd move away, putting what seemed like miles of distance between the two of you. Whenever she'd come home wounded she was only met with your indifferent wall of silence. You were no longer angry, but this was something worse. This silence was like a thousand deafening daggers piercing her skin.

If only she knew that when she called you sweet names you just wanted to melt and bury yourself in her sweet vanilla and rose scent. Whenever she moved closer, you let yourself relax in her presence, wanting to reach out for her as well. Whenever she came home with wounds and cries of pain all you wanted was to help mend them. Kiss them better and hold her so she can cry into your shoulder. No, you were no longer angry, now you were in this weird state of not loving her but loving her love for you and wanting to love her. You felt strong affection for her, fucking hell, you liked your captor. You liked being with her, you liked how even when you didn't speak you made her happy. You liked the feeling of having someone love you.

Chaeyoung watched you from the doorway into your room as you folded laundry. "I'll let you go."

Your hands paused on the light pink fabric as you listened closely to her words. Her voice sounded defeated, and she seemed like she was going to cry.

"I thought you'd be happy with me, that I could get you to love me the way I love you. B-But I was wrong and seeing you unhappy is hurting me so bad. And I know, seeing you live a life without me, have someone else love you will kill me too, but seeing you hate me is killing me as well and if I can't be happy I at least want you to be happy..."

"I don't hate you." You cut her off, turning to see her surprised face as you continued speaking, walking closer to her. "I actually think I quite like you. I'm just so scared of that."

"Why?" Chaeyoung's voice was breathy as you drew closer.

"You took me, it feels so wrong to feel anything other than hate for you, but, I don't hate you at all. You took me, but what happens when I don't bring you joy anymore? Will you replace me? Will you even still love me?"

Chaeyoungs hands reached up to cup your face and when you didn't move away they stroked your cheeks. "You're not a toy, you're my love. Please, let me love you and prove myself worthy of your love."

You searched her eyes. "Will you hurt me?"

"Never."

"Then please, never let me go." You brought yourself into her embrace, melting into her sweet aura.

"Never, my love."

[LALISA MANOBAL / LISA]

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Lisa wasn't sure what to do. Flowers, who the fuck sent her flowers?

"Lisa-yah, I miss you <3 Come see me soon! - Myeon-Hee"

"So, I'm not the only one you took." Lisa jumped at the startling sound of your voice before turning to face you, surprised at your closeness as you read over her shoulder, a displeased frown on your face. You glare at the note and the flowers a bit more before you notice Lisa staring at you, close enough to where your breaths ghosted over one another's faces. After a second you take a step away, still within arms reach of her.

"W-What do you mean?" Lisa manages to stutter out after the initial shock of you being so close to her wore off.

"I'm not the only one you took. Do you just make it a habit to kidnap rival gang slaves?" Your voice was bitter and laced with traces of anger that took Lisa aback. But very quickly her face morphed into a cocky smirk.

"Why? Is my Baby jealous?" She watched as your face flushed and was ready to watch your adorable stuttering as you denied it, but you seemed to surprise her again.

"Of course I am! You spent all these months promising me I'm special and that you love me and it just turned out to be a lie. How many other bitches do you have waiting for you?" In any other situation, Lisa would find your fuming form adorable right now, this was the first time you were angry at her and you looked so cute. And it was because you were jealous! But what you were insinuating made her frown deeply, ready to rebut everything you were saying.

"Don't you dare fucking say that? You know you're my one and only and-"

"I mean, to think, I was actually starting to like you. I was like 'hmm, maybe she is telling me the truth, after all, she did save me, maybe I should give her a chance.' and yet all this time I'm just another girl you kidnapped to use as a toy." You didn't let her finish and continued ranting.

"Now wait a minute..." Lisa tried to stop you but you just kept going, ignoring her following you to try and stop you.

"You fucking liar! I was so fucking ready to give you a chance, to give this a chance. I was so ready to start trusting you! And you just-"

"Y/N!" Lisa finally shouted, causing you to jump in surprise before turning to face her. She was frowning with her hands on her hips. "You know damn well that I love you. If you don't by now, then that's highly concerning. Myeon-Hee is a friend from another gang, she's had a crush on me for a while but it's never turned into anything but her annoying pining. Stop trying to downgrade yourself, you aren't some 'whore' or 'toy' or 'bitch' you are the woman I love. Treat yourself with the respect you deserve."

A coy smirk returned to her face. "Now, what was it you were saying about liking me and wanting to give us a chance?"

Now it was your turn to stutter out words in surprise. "I-Um-Well, you see- That's..."

Lisa laughed before stepping forward and grabbing you by the waist drawing you close, her breath fanned over your lips and you closed your eyes.

"Do you want this? Want me?"

"Yes," you breathed, expecting a kiss. Instead, soft lips left a fluttering kiss on your head before her arms left you, and the warmth of her body faded as she stepped away from you. You opened your eyes to see her staring at you, that same look of love in her eyes that's been there since that first day in the hospital, except now it didn't look horrifying to you. It looked like something that gave you that warm happy feeling in your chest.

"Then you'll never lose me, baby, you belong to me now."

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[taylortruther]

Rae I am thinking about your writing about experiences without giving out any actual details comment and it’s so interesting to me, and I almost think it’s become sort of a way of keeping control and defense mechanism for her because she had to. I think if the world wasn’t the way it was we would still be getting ATW and earlier songs levels of details. Coming up the hyper specificity and details in her songs and the almost play by play of actual events was what she was known for, and as a consequence of her astronomical level of fame she has had to really pull back on that.

i think it's self-preservation (and maybe helping protect others), because god, can you imagine how hard it is to bare part of your soul and then have the reaction be... What It Has Been? but at the same time, you enjoy it, you want to keep doing it, you know that's what people love (good/bad.) so you write some diaristic songs, some personal songs cloaked in metaphor or another device like the past, completely fictional songs that mirror a real life event you experienced... and then you never explain which is which!

also, writing songs and creating stories is fun for her. and it's her craft. i'm thinking about how she said she wanted to intentionally write a very melodramatic album to honor the melodramatic feelings she describes within it. like, for all the lines i dislike or get tired of, i can tell she's having fun with it lmao. she loves to try new things or see her ideas come to life!

[we-survive-endlessly]

Yuta just dropped a NO SKIP ALBUM like for real this might be my fave release of the year and one of my favorite solo debuts of all time

[whosthere54]

So I watched Like king like prince and I’m RAHHH

Take yo food ✨

Okay so #1 me when whisper duo it hits so hard every time-

2 I think it’s very neat that they’re having this conversation and Athena is breaking Centross’s wall I’m thinking about that real hard.

3 this is really the closest they’ve gotten to telling someone everything, they’ve confessed to Athena they they really can’t be a good person and that they know what they’re doing and all of that and someone was listening to them before it all blew up in their face- Literally.

Even with that- that being a conversation in front of Centross’s wall made me think of the conversation Ic and Centross had because I really think that was the last vulnerable conversation they’ve had with someone outside of their little “inner circle”. And I think that’s neat that this conversation happened there and the wall was being destroyed.

4. Okay so cages raharahah birdcages me when fable is literally keeping them in a cage of his own creation

5. Yknow I thought they were so caught up in their own head but I really don’t think that’s true. Sure they’re all in their own thoughts and isolated that’s true but they know EXACTLY every move their making, they’ve been in this long enough to know how exactly they’re hurting people and how exactly it looks from an outside perspective. They even directly said that in this episode and I think that’s similar to their corruption mindset and I’ll scream about it.

6. WHEN THEYRE TALKING TO THE PAINTING ILL CRY- my first thought is oh they really need a mother right now agh but also they have no memory of her. Actually basically none. They can say oh that’s her because they’ve seen the paintings and they’ve talked to Rae, but they don’t know her. They don’t know her voice like Rae does, they can’t remember. They’re the older sibling and Rae has more memories of her than they do. That just shows how much Fables taken from them, figuratively and literally. It hurts so much actually, I’ll cry about it.

7. Their reaction after the explosion where they’re just like okay okay shake it off shake it off your fine I just-

That’s just their response now, there wasn’t a full blown breakdown or panic like we’ve scene, sure they’re kind of doing that little psychotic thing of oh yeah no I’m done being nice and their little laugh but there wasn’t a moment of oh what did I do between that. They’re immediately just planning what to do next, what’s their next step, Athena has a soft spot for them how can they use that for their advantage? I think that’s just neat.

Okay that’s all I have off the top of my head maybe after I watch it a few more times you’ll get more lolol

[beezusvreeland]

a very good idea - chapter 9

summary: After your boyfriend cheats on you at a party, you break up with him, who tells you nobody else is willing to be with you like him. You decide to prove him wrong, with a little help from a new friend.

ship: miguel o'hara x f!reader

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Chapter 9

“Hey!”

With the corner of your eyes, you saw Miles running in your direction. You felt both relieved and upset that it wasn’t Miguel. 

“Are you going already?”, he reached you and touched your arm. 

You turn to him, face full of tears.

“Hey, hey, what happened? Are you hurt? Do you want me to get someone?”, Miles sounded desperate. 

You shook your head, pursing your lips. His arms embraced you into a hug, his chin on top of your head. You started crying on his chest. Miles tightened his grip.

“It’s ok, it’s ok…you’re gonna be ok”, he whispered. After a while, your sobs slowed down. “Do you want me to take you home?”

“J-J-Jenna is coming to get me.”

“Jenna? That’s your sister, right?”

You nodded, breathing deeply. 

“Okay, good”, he loosened the hug, looking down at you. “I will wait here with you.”

“You don’t have to…”

“I have nowhere else to be.”

“You should be inside dancing with Gwen.”

“I’m alright…”, Miles stops abruptly, separating from you. “Wait, what?!”

“Oh, fuck”, you covered your mouth, realizing what you had just said. 

“Why do you think I should be dancing with Gwen?”

“Sorry, forget about it, I have no idea…”

“Oh, no, you sounded pretty sure. Why did you say that?”, he pleaded, looking nervous and hopeful. Even though you were new friends, you felt so much love for him at that moment.

“You really like her, huh?”

Miles looked at his sneakers, kicking a small rock. He then looked back at you and nodded. 

“Yeah...I do. Like, a lot.”

“Well, for the love of God, don’t tell her I told you”, you pointed at him, whose eyes widened. “She likes you too.”

“Are you for real???”, Miles has his hands on his head. “Yo!”, he starts laughing, shaking his head. That brought a smile to your face. To learn you are your crush’s crush, what a concept. “What is even happening? What should I do?”

The beats from “Making the most of the night”, by Carly Rae Jepsen, made you look back at the house where the party was happening. You felt like you could see things much clearer now. 

You regret spending so much time hiding yourself for the comfort of others. You had done your best back then and there was nothing you could do about the past. But the present and the future were other ordeals. You were sad about fighting with Miguel and disappointed at his lack of reaction or sympathy for you. However, speaking your truth out loud felt liberating. It was as if a part of yourself you had no idea about had just woken up. 

“Tell her how you feel or show her, I don’t know, just don’t waste anymore time.”

He nods and puts his hands on your shoulders. “Thank you, I…thank you”, Miles looks at you and, before you know it, he is hugging you again. 

“You got this”, you let go and give him an encouraging smile. 

Jenna’s black beaten up minivan arrives at the street.  

“Let me know how it goes”, you said.

“Yeah yeah”, he chuckled. 

You went to the car and, as you opened the door, Miles shouted: “Yo, Jenna! Drive home safely, precious cargo and all!”. 

Jenna laughed, rolling her window down. 

“I will do my best!” 

Pressing the car horn three times, she drove away.  

***

It was past midnight as you and Jenna sat inside the car, eating hamburgers and fries at a McDonald’s parking lot. Focused on the food, you only spoke to ask each other for ketchup or napkins, “A Little Bit in Love”, by Sarah Close, playing on the radio, the type of sad and mellow song the stations loved to play late at night.

Jenna turned the volume down as she finished her chocolate shake. It took a while for you to realize she wasn’t driving home after the party. When you questioned, your sister said she was craving McDonald’s and wanted to enjoy the little time she had to herself while her kid and husband were asleep at home.

“Feeling better?”, she asked, grabbing an elastic from her pocket and putting her hair up in a bun.

You nodded.  

“Good”, Jenna turned to her side to get a better look at you. “Now tell me, who’s the boy?”

“What?”, you snapped out of the thoughts that were trapping you inside your own head.

“So there is a boy, okay…”, she chuckled. “Who is he?”

“Jen…”, you groaned.

“Come on, Bubbles, it’s me. I bet you’ve been beating yourself about whatever this is for a while in silence.” 

She was right and you knew it. You were also well aware that she wouldn’t let you escape from this conversation. Even though you were different from each other, your sister had always been extremely protective of you. Now that you were closer to adulthood than childhood, the two of you grew closer, being able to talk eye to eye. 

“I hope it isn’t Harry again, I taught you better than to go back to shitty exes”, she played, but had an edge to her voice.

“It isn’t Harry”, you were defeated, exhausted from the getting ready, going out, embracing the possibility of new love just to burst into pain and tears. After eating a greasy meal wearing Jenna’s spare and comfortable sweatshirt, your body started to relax. It was like all that was left inside your brain was static.

“Harry said some things when we broke up that triggered my insecurities”, you went on. “Stuff like…I’m never going to find someone who will accept me.”

Jenna rolled her eyes.

“Who does he think he is?”

You shrugged, shaking your head lightly. 

“That kind of triggered me, so I made a deal with this kid who needed to increase his grades. Basically, I will help him and he will pretend to be my boyfriend for a while.”

“And this boy…just accepted that?”

“Yeah, almost immediately.”

Your sister frowned, you could imagine all the cogwheels turning as she tried to process that information.

“Why would you do that, Bubbles?”, Jenna didn’t even try to hide the sadness in her voice.

“I thought that if Harry saw me with someone…out of my league, he would feel bad, jealous, I don’t even know anymore”, you lean your head on the window. “Maybe I’d come out on top and prove him wrong and feel better about it.”

What were you even saying? You thought you sounded stupid and insane. There was so much more to unpack than you had imagined. 

You look back at your sister, who quietly waits, letting you take your time. Instead of keeping that rhythm, you went into full panic mode. 

“I guess I acted in the heat of the moment and kept going and now I think I’m feeling…things for Miguel, and I let myself believe that he was too, but I guess stupid Harry was right…”

“No no no, pause!”, Jenna tugged your ear gently, as she used to when you were little and, instead of paying attention to her or the task at hand, you would get lost in your own world. As always, it worked. “Let’s take a breath”, she had a concerned expression on her face. 

“First of all, Harry is a dipshit playboy who never deserved you. Second, did you ever consider that the things he said to you say more about him than you?”, Jenna had listened enough, she was going to give you a piece of her mind and there was no stopping it. “Can you imagine living in that creepy empty mansion with Norman Osbourne of all people? Jesus, what a nightmare. Get out of your own head for a bit, Bubbles”, Jenna said, making you look at her. “Harry might’ve been your boyfriend for a long time, but you were his too. I bet he never had a serious girlfriend before.”

She was right. When you thought about it, Harry did have a few girlfriends before you, but no actual relationship that lasted more than a few weeks at a time. 

“And yes, your whole deal with this Miguel kid is kind of weird and unlike you, but he accepted it. Apparently, enough for you to even come to a party. An actual high school party”, she emphasized, a smile on her lips. “I know there is a lot going on right now, but it makes me so happy to see you going through actual high school experiences.”

And…the tears were back. They reached Jenna’s eyes too.

“After everything you went through, you are still here, healthy, looking pretty wearing what I know to be the pair of earrings I let you borrow months ago”, the two of you laughed. “With music and friends who you will help dress and who will miss a chunk of the party to make sure you’re going home safely. You’ve come a long way.”

“I didn’t think I had anymore liquid in my body for tears”, you chuckle, whipping them with the sleeve of Jenna’s sweatshirt. 

The two of you stay in silence for a few moments recovering.

“This Miguel kid…is he nice to you?”

“Yeah”, you said, almost to yourself. “There is something about him…It’s like I’m a different version of myself around him.”

“A version too different of who you are?”

“If anything, when I’m with him is when I feel like myself the most.”

***

You woke up the next day feeling disoriented. Looking at your phone, you realize you slept for more than 12 hours. A lot of notifications come through: from spam emails to texts from Jess, Gwen, Miles and

Miguel: can we talk?

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[izartn]

LONG LIVE EVIL SPOILERS

So originally, we infer Key as the Emperor was in love with Lia. I can see how, because Key was truly just wishing for someone to be kind and good, loving, to him so he could be real again (for putting in into this book "to be love is to be real" philosophy) but the irony here is that I think we're given reason to think Lia is a lesbian. Or at least completely uninterested in exploring any desire for men given how she describes their looks (in contrast to Marius who I think we can all agree is in love with the Cobra/Eric and very repressed or likely demi).

Now given what Key did for his adoptive father, I'm not saying he wouldn't lay waste to enemies, look for a way to resurrect Lia etc if she was like, his bestie (aka an equally strong platonic love) instead of his lover but I think we can all agree the og book and Rea herself said this was romantic attachment.

With that as baseline and from what we get of Lia's true personality and interests in LLE is that:

1. She is ambitious and talented and wants to do good for the people of Eyam.

2. For that she needs to be queen and she's willing to do whatever the king wants of her (as long as it fits her "good and pure" image) in order to have that power.

3. Despite the above, she's repulsed by men's attraction to her. Confirmation that she slept with Emer (so we know she likes women) and forgave her for the betrayal (and in the og saved Emer life even after she betrayed her to Rahela) implying attachment and attraction. Right now I'm assuming she's lesbian, aka exclusively attracted to other woman. We don't have her PoV so it can't be certain like with Emer but all the signs point to that.

So I think that what happened on the og was that Lia saw that Key responded to her kindness, and she used that accordingly and treated him well because as her guard she needed his loyalty; that he seemed ready to kill when she was stuck having to be perfectly sweet and defenseless would been a plus. And I bet she told him of her plans to do good for the poor and unnobled, and backed that with actions. Only that worked a little too well, and with the extended timeline they had more time to know each other.

(extended timeline bc it seems like Key went down voluntarily the dread ravine like a year or two after our canon. I have to reread all that part bc the confusion with Octavian is not helping >< Rae does say in the ending she fucked Key over bc he was older and more secure on himself on the og and he wasnt sent down as a corpse after dying for her and being betrayed)

So I think Lia saw where the wind was blowing once Key came back with the crown, fulfilling the profecy and completely willing to marry and adore her. And she said yes to being his Empress, but she wasn't ever in love with him which makes the Emperor reaction to losing her all that more painful. Poor Lia whose body becames literally what she hates most, an object for the Emperor to fixate in his grief and obsession regardless of her true feelings or ambitions.

Right now I'm thinking that both Lia and Key avoided a hellish future when Rae was sent to lady Rahela's body and derailed destiny, even if as of LLE ending it seems grim.

[soupcanspecimen]

I wish I was better at conveying my thoughts more eloquently but here's my very late journal of my thoughts on ep12.

After some technical difficulties I finally watched ep12 and I've go to say:

I LOVED IT SO DAMN MUCH YOU GUYS!!!! THIS SEASON FINALE WAS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE!!!!

That opening scene was so tense, you could literally cut the tension with a knife because of how thick it is.

Manaria was being a bitch again, I have a section on that so wait for that. The amulet was shown again but it wasn't used, I'm still crossing my fingers though because they keep focusing on that thing way too much! The scales were used in this episode however and DEAR GOD the that Ceremony had me at the edge of my seat clenchining my ass! I was legit going to die when Rae pulled out that twig!

I went from saying" never let this girl cook again" to laughing with joy when the tree sprouted up! Also can we talk about the tree for a minute? Imagine my fucking shock and hysterical breamdowm as a Lumity fan when I saw that tree for the first time! It was a tree that represented their love! You know what tree also basically does the same thing?

THE FUCKING LUMITREE!!!! THEY HAVE THEIR OWN FUCKING LUMITREE!!?!? WHEN I THOUGHT RAECLAIR DIDNT HAVE ANYMORE SIMILARITIES TO LUMITY IT KEEPS PROVING ME WRONG!!!! THESE TWO SHIPS SHARE SO MUCH DNA WITH EACHOTHER ITS UNREAL!!!! AM I LIKE THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES THIS!?!?

Ahem anyways.

Rae's confession was so raw and emotional to where you can feel the love flowing out of her words and you can see this is different from her other confessions cause she saying what she's wanted to say since the start and without hiding behind a mask this time. And when Clair admitted her feelings by pulling Rae away to protect her it was super sweet and shows that she's truly grown close to Rae. She even starts calling Rae by her name near the end of the episode instead of calling her "Commoner".

Clair was also great this episode, and she actually took my advice from my episode 11 rent post and reflected on her time with Rae. Her Freudian slips and gay panic because she's finally starting to fall for Rae were super cute and gave me a lot of "Ayo pause, run that back" moments!

And also

CLAIRMATO!!!!!

Speaking of Clair starting to fall for Rae

THEY DID IT, Y'ALL THEY'RE FINALLY TOGETHER LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! CONGRATULATIONS TO THE BOTH OF YOU!!!!

God I love these two so much guys! And I would love to bestow this ship with the highest honor I can give. I've recently mace a rule to myself when it comes to ships to not use this quote lightly for it is only reserved for ships that have truly earned my respect. Ahem (*Deep Inhale)

THEYRE ADORABLE AND DESERVE ALL THE HAPPINESS!!!!

I never thought that I would ever find a ship that would ever hit the same way as Lumity did! Even if they were cut from the same cloth!

GIVE ME A SEASON 2

NOW 🌩👄🌩

The Manaria Section:

I still hate Manaria my reasoning has just changed. Like, bruh, there is actually something wrong with you! Was any of what you said real!? Did you actually violate someone or was that story also just part of your plan!? Did you have like a back up or something if either you or Rae failed!? I legit can't read you, you're actually insane! You really are the single worst wingwoman I've ever seen, cause there were a million other ways to go about it, yet you somehow picked the wrong answer. You even ruined the confession, I mean who does that?!? I am for real about to throw hands! To be honest it would make sense if you were lying since you're a technically a politician after all, that's like your guy's whole thing.

Bitch don't come back.

I think most of my recorded reaction was just me cursing at her and wanting her to die, I need to get better at insults after looking back at the recording