#and to be fair my back hurts super bad

[turtlemagnum]

god, i suck at mario 2. i'm disparaging my legacy.... seriously, how the fuck have i beaten the lost levels without save states but can't get past 1-3 in american mario 2???? why am i not instantly good at a game i've never really played, god!!!! my mother would be disappointed in me

post writing the tags turtle here: i started rambling about my childhood made the tags longer than the actual post and don't feel like putting them onto the actual post because that'd be too much work and i'm feeling lazy. read em if you want personal bullshit! or don't. i'm not care

[flwrkid14]

Tim Drake’s Coworkers (ft. The Fenton Family)

It’s not that Tim doesn’t like the Batfamily. He tolerates them just fine. Damian is great for sparring (if you like sparring with a tiny murder machine), and Jason’s brand of dark humor isn’t too bad once you get used to it. Dick’s a bit too much sometimes, but overall? Fine. Totally fine.

But the thing is… they’re just his coworkers.

And it never really clicks for the Bats until Danny Phantom joins the Justice League and everything starts unraveling.

———

The revelation comes during a League meeting. They’re strategizing about some ghost-related chaos, and Danny floats into the Watchtower, bright and glowing.

“Oh, hey, Tim,” Danny greets casually, giving him a little wave.

Tim doesn’t even look up from his tablet. “Sup.”

Superman looks between them, confused. “…you two know each other?”

Danny grins. “yeah, he’s my brother.”

Dead silence.

“WHAT?!” Bruce’s bellow shakes the entire room.

Tim finally looks up, unfazed. “What? Did you think I just spawned into existence?”

“You have a brother?!” Clark sputters.

“Two siblings, actually,” Tim corrects, utterly nonchalant. “Danny’s the younger one. Jazz is the older one. She’s great. Super organized. Kept me alive in middle school.”

Bruce’s eye twitches. “Why—why am I only learning this now?”

Tim shrugs. “It didn’t seem relevant.”

“Relevant?” Diana repeats, incredulous. “You’re the brother of Danny Phantom and it’s not relevant?”

Danny, who’s been munching on some ectoplasm candy, jumps in: “Honestly, Tim’s always been kind of private about his personal life. We just figured it was his way of coping with the whole ‘raised-by-rich-neglectful-aunt’ thing.”

“Yeah, about that,” Tim interjects, glaring at Danny. “Thanks so much for dumping me with Aunt Janet, by the way.”

Danny shrugs sheepishly. “Mom and Dad panicked! They thought you’d get ghost-napped next!”

“Uh, correction: Aunt Janet left me to raise myself, so that plan was awesome.”

Bruce, trying to keep up, interrupts: “Hold on. Your parents left you with Janet Drake?”

“They didn’t know she sucked at raising kids,” Tim deadpans. “And to be fair, they did call. A lot. I just didn’t pick up.”

Jason, who has been cackling this entire time, leans forward. “Wait, wait, wait—so you’re telling me that the Replacement’s entire family is a bunch of ghost hunters?”

“Yup.” Danny pops the “p” with a grin.

“You’re kidding me,” Steph says, borderline hysterical.

Tim sighs, clearly over it. “Look, it’s not a big deal. Jazz keeps the parents in check, Danny handles the ghost stuff, and I… stay out of the way. It’s fine.”

“FINE?” Damian glares. “Drake, you’ve been fraternizing with ghost hunters while working with a vigilante group, and you think that’s fine?”

Tim raises an eyebrow. “Dami, chill. It’s not like it affects work. You’re my coworkers. They’re my family. Separate categories.”

Cue collective Batfamily malfunction.

———

Later, Danny is chilling in the Batcave, feet kicked up on the Batcomputer, chatting with Alfred. The rest of the Bats are still spiraling.

“Tim, we’ve lived together for years!” Dick exclaims, sounding genuinely hurt. “How are we only your coworkers?”

“You’re not my family,” Tim explains, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Danny and Jazz are my family. You guys are my teammates. It’s different.”

Jason throws his head back, laughing. “Oh my god, Replacement, you’re stone cold.”

“I’m not cold,” Tim argues. “I just don’t think we need to make it more complicated than it is. We work together. That’s enough.”

Meanwhile, Danny is wiping tears of laughter off his face. “Oh man. Jazz is gonna love this.”

[twistedpink]

Mc inserts x TWST characters (Part two)(Part three)

(basically non-yuu pairings I think about instead of my inbox :p)

Ignyhide vice!Mc x Jamil Viper

Mc is probably twisted from one of the little demon goons, and it makes your contrast with Jamil charmingly obvious. You’re both vices in the basketball club with an outside connection to your wardens (you figured a physical activity’ll ward Idia’s eye away) and you both hate your jobs to a comedic degree. The connection is actually really sweet and subtle!! Atleast until book 6 when Mc is complaining about their ego trippy boss while basically eating out of Jamil’s hand, feeding him information like the layout and hierarchy of styx,, as Idia’s super exclusive assistant it’s only fair to give your guests a full tour!

“geez! And he just gets so flippy-floppy, yknow? He’s got this thing about energy drinks now so I’ve been diluting them, it’s such a pain!”

“It might just be a defect with housewardens. Have you ever heard of the incompetency theory?”

Card soldier!Mc x Malleus Draconia

okay picture this- Mc is comepletely wasted and coming off the high from a holiday party that was totally killer. You wander into the woods past campus and find yourself at a little abandoned cottage, it’s like 100% cozy enough to chill in before stumbling back to the dorms. You continue heading there for pregames/drunken shenanigans, meeting up with some hot guy that hangs around sometimes. You’re fully blindsided when your “little buddy” is kicking heartslabyul ass during a spelldrive tourney..

“Yoooooo, Mally, you must be really fun at parties. Want ta’ go with me?”

“I can’t say I’ve ever been invited to a “rager” before, but it sounds.. enjoyable. I accept.”

Ignyhide freshman!Mc x Deuce Spade

You’re a shaking mess during your first track meet. It’s a graduation requirement to take at least one gym class before the end of freshman year, and you’d rather die than take flight class with all those scary seniors!! Your vice had enough sense to convince you into not dropping out, he’d said that “track is low stress!” And “you’ll enjoy it” >:( you can’t believe he’d lie to your face like that!! (Is this the AI revolution??) You guess it’s not too bad though, you’ve even started strength training with a new friend. He’s a little short tempered, but it could be a lot worse.

“hey, I had no idea ignyhide kids were into track! I thought it’d be too much sun,,”

“We’re not vampires. I wouldn’t clown on you for the tea in your thermos, so lay off.. heh, there’s totally a dormouse in there.”

Scarabia housewarden!Mc x Leona Kingscholar

It’s pretty rare to see Leona of all people in your reserved pool chair, but plenty of weird stuff’s happened during your senior case study. You’re this close to getting your big shiny diploma- and a little rest now and then won’t hurt anybody! Savanaclaw’s housewarden has only had his position since last year, and you’ve held yours through all four. After knowing of each other for so long, it’s only logical that you’d become good friends! (Not that he calls you that)

“So you’re graduating, huh? Hope that brat you chose’ll fill your shoes, you’ve worked pretty hard.”

“awh, you’re such a sap,, I’m sure you’ll like Kalim, he’s no idiot. I promise to visit whenever you decide to graduate, but it’ll be a lot easier if i get that job in the castle!”

Octavinelle sophmore!Mc x Jack Howl

Poor Jack has to deal with everyone else’s business on top of his own education, when does he get a break? That ramshackle prefect’s looking for leads on how to beat those twins in the water, and only one face comes to mind. You’re his coworker at his temp job, and you owe him a favour (atleast from your perspective, he doesn’t hold it over your head) because with your grades Azul’s got it out for you. He’s begging for you to help him out- and who are you to deny those puppy eyes?

“Jack you can’t tell him! The housewarden’ll make me quit, I need this job! :(((“

“woah, it’s not like I’m gonna blackmail you.. what kind of guy do you think I am?”

Savanaclaw freshman!Mc x Epel Felmier

You’re lost, stressed and so confused in your first year :( it feels like everything is going wrong all the time!! It’s probably like 10x worse because you’re very tall and so built, but nobody cares to peer up at the cute giraffe ears on your head! You’ve been challenged by so. many. seniors. (and you win against all of them, you’re no pushover) but you’re tired of the beef. Epel just thinks you’re the coolest person in the room, and is always saying he wants to get freaky fridayed with you. But he doesn’t get the struggle!! Atleast Jack cares enough to tell him you’re just not liking it at school, and it makes Epel kick into action- he’s not letting you drop out, so please wait until he transfers!!

Pomefiore Junior!Mc x Rook Hunt

You’re convinced that Rook c. Hunt is the worst guy in all of twisted wonderland (C for creep)! And it SUCKS because he went from your rebellious savanaclaw boytoy to.. whatever he is. (How’d you miss the warning signs when you were tongueing him??) You can always see his stupid bob in your peripheral- but you’ve rationalized that if you watch him, then he only sees what you want him to see! It’s keeping your friends close and your enemies closer, just until graduation. And it does work, until you realize you’ve given Rook an inch that he’s turned into a mile. You’ll probably never get rid of him now, but what’s the point anymore?

“Ah, mon cher! You always enchant me with your passionate gaze, I’m honoured to be the object of your attention!”

“uh.. sure thing, hon. Whatever you say.”

Diasomnia Senior!Mc x Idia Shroud

You’re a highly educated noble from the mysterious land of Briar Valley. You are poised, weirdly formal, and utterly incompetent with your newest area of study- contemporary technology. You’ve tried to convince yourself that it’s pointless, they don’t even use it at home! But if you want to travel anytime before the collapse of human civilization, it must be done. you’re insatiable with your thirst for knowledge, and completely enamoured with having first hand experience with every era of mortal tech. It also happens to be almost impossible to revive your “Kno-Keya” once it has decided to die. That is where Idia Shroud comes in.

“In exchange for the revival of my electronic mailing device i am willing to offer an extensive dowry befitting of your station and technological necromancy skill. Will it suffice?”

“I literally only charged your phone, uh.. WOAH, A DOWRY?? I don’t have the space for five horses!! I’m totally not prepped for the marriage route, I haven’t seen the wiki yet!”

[lovebugism]

could I request maybe shy!reader trying to play dnd with eddie but she's suuuuuuper nervous and confused and internally panicking about him not liking her anymore if she can't get into it?? Or if you wanna change it up please do!! love you!!

love you! hope you like it! — you get insecure about not liking d&d when a girl joins hellfire (shy!fem!r, hurt/comfort ish, established relationship, 1.4k)

The Hellfire room is void of the boyish bodies that usually fill it. The abandoned classroom, turned freak sanctuary, is now littered with pieces the rogues, clerics, and bards left behind — in half-empty soda cans and crumbled-up bags of potato chips.

While Eddie packs up his binder, filled to the brim with miscellaneous papers, you wander around the long table with a trashcan in hand. The wild-haired boy squints when you chuck Dustin’s crushed Pepsi in the bin. “You don’t have to do that, you know?”

“It’s okay,” you shrug. “I don’t mind.”

Eddie huffs through his nose, feeling too exhausted now to argue. He slides his binder into his bag and watches you rake Gareth’s chip crumbs into the trashcan. The urge to stop you becomes unignorable then. 

“Okay, well, you know what? I mind—” the boy retorts, striding the very short distance to you and snatching the bin from your grip. He smiles a crooked grin and continues in a fantastical accent. “—‘Cause the Dungeon Master’s queen shouldn’t have to clean up after a bunch of lowborns, alright?”

You roll your eyes with a subdued giggle. “Someone’s gotta do it, Eds,” you insist as you reach for the plastic container he took. You exhale sharply when he hides it further behind him, pulling it further out of your way. “I wanna be of some use around here!”

Eddie’s face twists. “Don’t say that.”

You cower beneath his stare. “Well… It’s not like I actually play or anything. I just kinda… sit around… And watch you guys do everything…”

“Well, why would you play?” he laughs. “You don’t even like D&D.”

Something in the way he says it makes you ache. You’ve always felt distantly horrible about it — failing to take interest in something he holds so close to his heart. Hearing him reiterate that fact twists the knife lodged in your chest.

“That doesn’t bother you?” you wonder, impossibly shy. “That I don’t play?”

Eddie shrugs and sits the bin down again. “Why would that bother me?” he scoffs.

“I don’t know… ‘Cause you like it. And it’s your favorite thing to do in the whole world.”

“Well… Maybe not my favorite thing,” he croons with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Your nose scrunches in disdain. His laughter fills the empty room as his ringed hands spread warm along your sides. “I just feel bad,” you confess, gaze averted to the scuffed tile beneath your feet. “You know, that I can’t get into or whatever.”

Eddie meets your subtle pout with an unbothered grin. “There’s nothing to feel bad about. People like different things, babe. That’s life,” he assures you, squeezing softly at your sides. “I mean, it’s no different than me hating The Smiths, right? I still let you play their cassettes in the van, and you still sit in on all my campaigns— and that, sweetheart, is the meaning of true love…”

Unswayed, you jerk softly back when he leans down to kiss you. You frown up at him with your arms crossed between your bodies. “But Rory loves D&D. And she’s super pretty…”

Aurora Edwards was the newest edition to the Hellfire gang. She goes by Rory for short, though, ‘cause she’s cool like that and everything. Her dyed blonde hair is as wild as Eddie’s, cut into a makeshift mullet that sits sort of shaggy on her head — intentionally messy in a way only she can pull off. 

She likes cool music and cool clothes and cool hobbies — because everything she does seems to have some sort of subverted flair to it. She’s smart and she’s nerdy and she’s beautiful. None of which seem fair. You’ve been stirring with feelings of inadequacy since you met her. 

And Eddie doesn’t seem to get any of it. His brows furrow at your words, like none of them have any sort of meaning to him.

“She’s way more your type than I am,” you blurt.

A laugh sputters from his plush mouth. “You think my love for you is contingent on some stupid game?” he chuckles.

The way he says it makes you shrink. You feel sort of stupid about it now. “I don’t know…”

“Well, then, I have done a very shit job of being your boyfriend.”

Your chest stings. “No, you haven’t, Eddie—”

“Mm,” he hums, half playful, as he tilts his pretty head to his shoulder. “I have, though. ‘Cause if you think some other girl liking Dungeons and Dragons is gonna make me love you any less, then I have done something horribly, horribly wrong.”

You bite back a smile at his words, pursing your lips to the side of your mouth until the beam becomes impossible to ignore.

“‘Cause you’re kinda stuck with me, turns out,” the boy continues. “Unfortunately for you.”

“Unfortunately?” you echo with a scoff.

“Yeah. ‘Cause if some other schmuck comes around who likes listening to The Smiths and sitting in the sunshine, he’s gonna have to go through me.”

You breathe sharply through your nose in place of a laugh. “I don’t want another guy, Eds…” you confess, going shy all over again.

His nose scrunches as he plays coy. “Even if he doesn’t smoke?” he wonders in a sheepish murmur.

“Even if he doesn’t smoke.”

“Good,” he beams, pulling you into him by your belt loops. His breath fans over your jaw in a minty-nicotine concoction as he ducks his face closer to yours. “‘Cause I don’t want anyone else, either, alright? Even if they are almost as good as me at D&D… Actually, it’s kinda a turn-off, now that I’m thinking about it…”

“Is it?”

“Yeah… ‘Cause, like, I love teaching you about it and everything.”

“Even when I have no idea what you’re talking about?”

“Especially when you have no idea what I’m talking about,” he laughs, smiling so hard his cheeks speckle pink. “‘Cause you know how much I like it, so… You let me talk all the shit I want.”

“’S just because you’re so pretty when you talk about things you like,” you confess.

His face twists. “Am I?”

“Well, you’re pretty all the time, but…”

“You flatter me,” he huffs and pulls you closer. He smirks and goes quieter when he says, “And flattery goes a long way with me.”

“Does it?” you hum with a sunshine-coated giggle.

Eddie doesn’t answer you with words. He just presses his lips to your mouth and hopes you get the gist. His tongue swipes against yours, soft and sudden, as he guides you towards the table. You run into a rogue chair before he can get you on top of it. It screeches against the linoleum tile. 

With his face in your hands, you giggle against his mouth. His denim-clad knee slips between your thighs.

The door squeaks softly open then. Rory enters, swift and unthinking. You and Eddie pull apart — one looking much more horrified than the other — as the blonde girl stands frozen in the doorway. Drowning in her sweatshirt and baggy jeans, she points a lanky finger towards the table.

“Sorry,” she apologizes, voice gritty and deep. “I just left my girlfriend’s jacket here, and she doesn’t know I stole it, so… She’d definitely kill me if I forgot it.”

“That’s okay. Come in,” Eddie shrugs with a tightlipped smile, nodding his head in a silent invitation. When Rory plucks the coat from the back of her chair, he says, “Tell Jess I said hi, yeah?”

The girl scoffs as she heads back towards the door again, leaving just as quickly as she came. “She still hates you, you know that, right?” she laughs. ‘Cause Jess was a cheerleader — pretty and sometimes kind, but dreadfully conservative. Her uptight nature often clashed with Eddie’s much more chaotic one. 

“Well, tell her to get in line,” Eddie chuckles.

Before Rory leaves the room, she glances at the two of you over her shoulder. She winks with an eye smudged with black liner. “Have fun, you two,” she croons in a pretty voice before shutting the door behind her.

You stand, still and silent in place, wringing your anxious hands into a knot. Feeling like a total idiot, you refuse to meet Eddie’s gaze. You know he’s got a smug look on his face. You can hear the smirk in his voice when he says, “See? Not my type at all.”

[etheries1015]

How TWST characters react to finding out your real name

They hadn't realized you were using a fake name or a nickname, and when they find out you hadn't told them your real name, they each reacted in their own way.

Featuring : Idia, Lilia, Crowley, Ace/deuce/grim (together) , Azul/jade/Floyd (together), Malleus, Epel, Rook, Vil, Kalim, Jamil

Idia - Fair. Its like using a fake in game name only in real life, who needs to know your real name? It's not that important, it doesn't change that you're still you. But he is glad that you trusted him with your real name, but now he's a little possessive, and doesn't like it when other people use your real name. Its HIS privilege to know the you behind the character! (He wants his y/n moment and he gets some sort of fulfillment knowing he was the first to learn your true name. Like he's in some sort of otome game)

Lilia- he raises an eyebrow and has an amused smile on his face. He wasn't expecting you to feel the need to hide your identity, were you some sort of refugee? Hiding from something? You then explain to him you simply didnt feel comfortable sharing your real name with a bunch of strangers since coming to twisted wonderland, and he was easily able to accept that answer. He calls you by whatever name you prefer, it makes no difference to him, and he quickly gets over it. (If he wants to get your attention and tease you, he will use your real name)

Malleus- A little bit...hurt, in a way? You couldn't trust him with your real name? He knew others thought he was scary and didnt trust him for his lineage, however he had to remind himself that you were different than them. You were kind and understanding, and he had to push back his childish thinking. He did the same thing in fact, hiding his name from you until learning far after your meeting. Perhaps you had your reasons as well, and he respects that, and warms his heart slightly coming to terms that you had entrusted him with that information. He uses whatever name you feel the most at ease of hearing, but there will be times in which you two are alone and he gets in his feelings. Hearing your name sound so sincere and loving coming from his lips makes it sound sweeter than you remember.

Azul + the Leech brothers- Shocked. Flabbergasted. You did it in such a cool way too, you signed his contract using a name he wasn't familiar with. "You are aware that using a fake name won't do you any good, Right?" He had pointed out. You gave him a smirk and crossed your arms, "Who says its fake? In fact, the name I signed is indeed my REAL name. I thought I might as well use my real name, to show how confident I am that your little tricks will not fool me." Jade simply smiled and nodded in approval, whilst Floyd began laughing hysterically at Azuls reaction (his mouth hung open. He just convinced himself you had an inflated ego.) Needless to say, they will not forget that moment in a while.

Crowley- Blames you and says "Well of course I couldn't find your records anywhere or continue with my investigation on your case, you didnt even give me an accurate name to go by!" (In reality he wasn't doing anything to help you, he just thought this gave him an out and more time to think of something. You knew this.) The gaslighting king, and good at making you feel bad for not enrolling into the school by providing your full real name. You rolled your eyes and kept doing what you were doing (slay)

Kalim- he gets super excited, and fully respects you by any name you go by. He showers you in compliments and says its such a nice and fitting name for a person such as yourself. He smiles brightly and locks arms with you; "(fake name) or (real name), they both suit you well! You're still the prefect I love, regardless of what name you use!" .... But then he starts to ask you why, and it turns into an hour long conversation about names. (Probably tries to suggest names that would suit you)

Jamil- A little surprised at first, however he never made a big deal out of it and didnt care much. He shrugged and continued using the name you had given him, its what you chose to go by, is it not? So he will continue to do so. (Inwardly he understands why you hid your true identity, but also thinks its silly in a way. Why would you go so long without sharing something as small as a name? But it was a one time thought, and never dwelled on those questions.)

Vil- Also doesn't make a big deal out of it. Your name suits you well, he will ask what you prefer to go by, however. If you aren't comfortable using your real name, who is he to judge? He asks you once about why you chose to use a fake name, and he respected it. "Or I can just call you prefect, if you prefer? Your title precedes your name, and it's a form of respect. How does that sound?" You chuckle and say that you trust him enough to be on a first name base, and he responds with a slight blush. You really know how to see past his professionalism.

Rook- Add it to his list of things he knows about people and probably knows too much about people. He stores it in his mind along side with your weight, your height, your frequented places in the school, your gym scores, the height you can jump, how fast you finish your lunch, how big your hand is, your shoe size, how many hairs are on your head... "magnifique! I just love learning new things about you, it never ceases to amaze the mysteries you hold! Please, tell me more!"

Epel- A little bit disappointed you hadn't told him sooner. He gets over it quickly, but he was still a little upset to hear that he was one of the last people to find out what your real name is! Not that it truly matters, but a persons name is a persons treasure, and he wanted a part of the great reveal! (It wasn't THAT great. It came up casually, he's just a little sentimental and dramatic sometimes.) He ends up carving your name out of an apple, he says he made it cause' he was bored and no other reason, but in reality he really likes your name more than he leads on.

Ace/deuce/Grim- What do you MEAN that the past year they have been calling you by a FAKE/NICKNAME This entire time?? Do you have that little faith in them???? When you explained to them you had simply rolled with it when you first arrived to twisted wonderland and became accustomed to it, the name flowed off your tongue as natural as breathing. It had nothing to do with trust as time went on. They were all so dramatic about it though. "Our Prefect LIED to us!" They cried out, prostrating themselves on the floor and demanding you buy them food in to compensate 'the emotional damages' they claimed you inflicted upon them. You rolled your eyes and laughed playfully as the three of them whined about your "distrust" in them.

You loved them nonetheless, those morons 💜

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A link to my master list!

[carbonfiction]

the logan holding you to sleep reblog made me melt bc i’m sick rn and my whole body’s aching so i can’t sleep at all and i’m just thinking of him or frank being super duper pooper gentle and rubbing my hips that are in searing pain and cooing at me or holding my head closer when i make a pained noise 🐳 and my pussy is tender and fucking hurts too help 🥲

Pleeeeaaaaase 🐳nonnie!!! Being sick is so fucking sucky and i hope you feel better soon<3 i send so many lo and frankie hugs, plus heres a lil something bc goood, now im thinking about the way they would both take care of you when you were sick!!

Soothing Sickness, thought's w Logan and Frank! <3

Warnings?: mostly fluffy, mentions of medicine and such, a tinnnnnny smige of smut also- just some soft, fairly undescript, over the pants stuff! <3 masterlist

So, personally I feel like Logan would be much more.. Not quite anxious? But definitely a have that sort of disposition? Especially if you didnt have healing powers/weren't a fellow mutant.

He'd hover by the bed, by the couch, the door- anywhere you are. Half because it puts his mind at ease slightly to know where and how you are at all times, and half so if you need help at all; a drink, a snack, another blanket, literally just staggering to the bathroom, He is there and ready!!

Logan is the best at keeping you distracted too- in fact he will even bargain with you to stay in bed. "Nah cmon baby, gotta stay n' rest, ain't gonna feel better if you're staggerin about for everyone" and he does a have a point.. But perhaps you feel guilty about being stuck still in bed, like its not fair on those around you for you to be so inconvenient. Which is complete rubbish So logan breaks out the big guns.. Well.. books.

"How bout this, you stay in bed n' I'll stay.. Read you whatever you want. Hell, ill think about throwin in some cuddles if your good" with a stupid little smirk bc he knows hes got you- knows you will never turn down a cuddle with him no matter how bad you feel (you'd admitted something about feeling special that he feels safe enough with you to indulge in physical contact a while back and he swears it healed something inside him) or the soothing rumble of his voice. Those big hands of his rubbing over your skin, trying to ease the physical aches your body is feeling.

And if you began to get squirmy? A little warm and a little needy from having been enveloped by his scent for so long.. Well, he's gonna take care of that too. "What's the matter, not feelin sick are ya?" instead youd shake your head slowly, a soft sniffle filling his ears. "hurts.. " and the poor guy would practically be sniffling out whats wrong with you like an alert dog, checking everything until you all but tug his arm down beneath the sheets with a tiny whimper of struggle. "Whatcha doin with my- oh.. Oh i get it.. Poor babys all achey down there too? You need me to make it better honey 's that it?" logan would murmer, feeling over the soft fabric of both your panties and sleepwear. You'd stop him as he shifted to move them, to gather direct contact, instead putting his paw like hand back over the layers. "Hurts.. But sensitive.."

With a kiss pressed to your head in understanding hes rubbing slow circles on your clit over your clothes, providing just enough friction to build pleasure in your gut. Warm and fuzzy headed he guides you to orgasm, gasping softly into his neck. "Thats my girl, my pretty baby, did go good f''me. I know.. I know thats better huh?" as you you begin to drift off against him. Thoroughly taken care of.

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Whereas our Frankie is a little more.. Prepared? Perhaps even clinical in a way. Every few hours hes plying you with medicine and warm tea for your throat, something like honey/lemon or camomile when he sees the way you refuse to sleep in favor of trying to push through.

"Aint gotta be doin laundry right now sweetheart, should be in bed." rumbled low beside your ear as he leans down, grasping a half folded shirt from your hands- too tired to protest physically.

"Gotta get it done frankie.." you try, only to hear him sigh- feel the weight of his hands begining to massage at your aching shoudlers. You stop and revel in the feeling for a moment, grumbling at the lick of pain that comes with the knots rubbed free.

Moments later you blink, trying to comprehend the fact your now off your feet and in franks arms- those hands now supporting your thighs as he carries you from the pile of laundry to the couch. Depositing you with a soft oomph! as he moves to grab at the blanket across the back.

Once sufficiently swaddled with it hes padding to the kitchen, coming back with tea; camomile if you had to guess despite not really being able to taste or smell it, and a few flu pills. Ready to get you comfortable for a nap so he can go finish the laundry you'd been trying to achive.

Except, frank doesn't get that far.

"Don' go.." he hears you sniffle pitifully, a soft hand grabbing at his forearm as he tries to walk away. Your expression filled with exhaustion that tugs at Frank's heart.

"Thought you wanted the laundry done sweetheart?"

"Mhm..Later" youd grumble, tugging again at him. "please.." The plea tugs at his heartstrings, sad and sniffley. Your eyes, filled with a sense of vulnerability, drooping the longer you peer up at him.

Frank sighs, resolve crumbling almost instantly as he sits himself down. "Alright, alright, my girl needs me huh?" you nod and his lips twitch into something like a smile. Large body open wide as he shifts to lie back against the arm of the couch. you begin to crawl your blanketed form ontop of his chest, legs between his. "Yeah, you come cuddle on up, atta girl, get all comfy"

You remain like that for a while, grumbling soft, contented sounds as his hands rub at your sore body. Shoudlers, lower back, your hips, massaged with gentle yet firm enough intent for him to think you fallen asleep if the soft puffs of your breath ment anything.

That is, until he feels you begin to rock over his sweatpant clad thigh. A broken, near Inauble sound pressing into his neck. The hands soothing over your sore hips drift up to sit at your waist with a careful squeeze. "Hey.. Hey sweetheart, whatcha doin there huh? Suposed to be nappin"

But your soft movements dont stop, the slow gentle rocks catching your core just right to feel good in your sleepy state. "Need.. Jus' wanna feel good.. Please.." you murmer into his skin, head not even lifting from the crook of his neck where you huff.

A thousand thoughts go through franks mind, most how he should stop you and get you resting. How he should be soothing you to sleep instead. But the broken, pitiful sounds you let out besides his ear makes Frank think otherwise.

So, as he always does when it comes to you, he gives in, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "You got me sweetheart, not goin anywhere. Alright, shhh, i know. you hump away yeah? Hump that nasty feelin away sweetheart. Do whatcha need"

And you do, guided by his hands on your waist and the growing heat in your fluttering tummy. You hump at his leg in soft rocks until your own legs tremble and lips part in a quiet gasp. Shattering with a fuzzy mind and a throbbing clit.

"Oh there you go.. There it is.. Atta girl." frank coos, lips still pressing kisses to your skin as you grip him tightly. A large hand slipping to rub up and down you back soothingly. "Feelin a lil better now?"

Theres a soft mumble at fills his ears in response , arms nice and tight around you as you snuggle further into his chest. Eyes finally fluttering shut as the combination of your orgasm, the tea and medication kick in. "Yeah.. You take that nap while your all nice n' fuzzy. I gotcha."

Sigh.. Sigh i need them guys. I need them so fucking bad its not even funny.

[sweetcyberangel]

Inhale, Exhale

Stoner!Ellie Williams x Reader Synopsis: It's your first time smoking, luckily you have a super hot stoner girlfriend to guide you tags/Warnings: Established relationship, modern/college au, weed usage, Dom!Ellie (casually), might be slightly inaccurate, oopsies

The week had been brutal, a relentless onslaught of exams and assessments left you mere moments away from a breakdown. Each word you read is in one ear, out the other. Entirely incomprehensible. Your head hurts, your eyes hurt and your motivation is dwindling. Ah, the joys of college…

A knock on your dorm room door jolts you out of the complete disarray inside your head, which would've been a relief if the sound didn't reverberate around your skull. Okay, maybe it was time for a break.

You stand on legs that are weak from hours of sitting idly at your cramped desk. Reaching for the door handle, you swear you could almost start crying at the sight of your girlfriend. How did you get so lucky.

“I texted earlier to let you know I was coming but you never replied…” She starts as she squeezes past you, walking into your dorm room as if it was her second home (which - to be fair - it absolutely is). Her eyes scan the textbooks scattered on your desk as you sit on the edge of your bed. “"You okay?" she inquires softly at your silence, her eyebrows knitting together in worry. With a weary groan, you slump back onto your bed,  “I never want to look at another textbook again”. Ellie chuckles affectionately, sitting next to you on the bed. 

“How about you go shower and get comfy for me angel, I’ll pack all this shit up and we can just relax for a bit. You look all tense" "But ellie my exa-" "Your exams will go great. Just for tonight, kay? Even just for a few hours” Her tone is firm and reassuring. You sigh with contemplation. I mean, she’s right. Your body is tense, your head is pounding, and you feel as if any more information might just cause your brain to shut down entirely.  So you nod, pick out some pyjamas and make your way to the bathrooms. The idea of a warm shower, fresh clothes and the comfort of your nightly skincare routine is already easing all the built up pressure.

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When you return to your dorm room feeling clean (and like you can actually think again) Ellie is sitting on your bed, textbooks packed away, her music playing softly from your speaker and a rolled blunt sitting between her fingers. She smiles at you softly when you step inside, patting the bed next to her “c’mere”. 

You settle beside her, then flop over into her lap, head resting on her thighs. You turn over to look up at her, admiring the way she tilts her head back to exhale the earthy smoke away from you. She looks ethereal. 

“Mmm… Ellie?” 

“Yeah, baby?” she responds, her tone gentle and attentive.

“Do you think I could… try?” you ask tentatively, feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity swirling inside you.

She seems momentarily surprised, before a soft laugh escapes her lips. “This?” she clarifies, holding the blunt out to you. You nod your head timidly. She knows you've never smoked before, it’s not that you think it's bad or are uncomfortable by it, you’ve just always been a little nervous about it. 

Her auburn hair falls in front of her face as she looks down at you, hand caressing the supple skin of your cheeks, “Alright, sit up f’ me baby” 

You sit on your knees, legs tucked neatly beneath you, watching as she takes another hit of the joint before moving all of her attention to you.

“You’re sure you wanna do this?” She checks, “Yeah, ‘m sure,” you reassure with a soft smile. You’d mentioned wanting to smoke with Ellie for a while now, and now is a better time than any, right? 

“Open,” She taps your lips softly with her thumb and you part them as she places the edge of the blunt between them, “breathe in nice and slowly for me, bring the smoke into your mouth”. You take a steady breath in. You wonder if it's the first time you've taken a proper moment to breathe all day. It is. The warm smoke fills your mouth, swirling around your senses, and you hold it there for a beat before Ellie directs you again. “Good, breathe it into your lungs ‘nd then breathe it out, nice and slow”. 

The smoke fills your lungs and for a moment you think you are going to cough, but manage to slowly breathe it out, watching as the smoke swirls around your small dorm room. You look back over at Ellie to see her watching you, eyes starting to glaze over and all filled with endearment. 

She brings the blunt back to her own lips, inhaling deeply before her hand gently grasps your jaw. Instinctively, you part your lips, anticipation tingling through you as she exhales the smoke between you. "Breathe in," she softly commands, her lips hovering close to yours, her touch sending shivers down your spine. As her lips meet yours, she places gentle hands on the sides of your face. You can feel yourself relaxing, body easing up and thoughts becoming quieter, more gentle, more sluggish. You let her take the lead, it's soft and intimate.  

As she pulls away, she shifts to lay on her back against your soft comforter, her arms opening invitingly to you. You crawl over, resting your head against her chest, finding solace in the tired ache permeating your bones.  Ellie offers you another puff of the blunt and you gladly take it, letting the comforting scent soothe your exhausted mind. Ellie takes a last hit before ashing it out, rubbing your back with one arm while the other rests beneath her head. 

“Get some sleep, okay?” she hums softly. Between your dazed mind, the gentle rhythm of your girlfriend's hands running up and down your spine, and the combined scent of her and the pot enveloping your senses, you don’t think you'd be able to stay awake even if you tried.

[moonstruckme]

What about Robin with a blind date reader. Set up by Steve. Or Reader meeting the group for the first time after dating Robin for a while and being super nervous. Or Robin and reader being like super close and either Robin or the reader comes to the other after a bad date with someone else and they just comfort the other person. Maybe a love confession?

Thank you for requesting (and for your patience)!

cw: implied compulsive heterosexuality, talk of being queer in the 80s (though lots would apply now too tbh), bi panic

Robin Buckley x fem!reader ♡ 1.7k words

You let yourself in Robin’s back door. She’s fishing pickles out of a jar. 

“Eugh. Freak.” 

“Hey.” She doesn’t have to turn around to know it’s you, crunching a pickle between her teeth unabashedly. “That was quick. Was your date a taxidermist or something?” 

“Nope.” You slouch down on the couch beside her, drawing a throw around your shoulders. Robin’s mom always keeps the heat low to save money; their home in the winter is barely warmer than an igloo. Robin likely has three layers on underneath her old band hoodie. “Just lame.” 

Robin’s eyebrows go up. “Harsh.” 

You sigh, drawing your knees in. “I know. Sorry, I don’t mean to be mean.” 

“Hey, don’t apologize to me.” She nudges your foot with hers, smiling a little. “I don’t care, I’m not friends with the guy.” 

“No, but it’s not fair. He was fine.” Robin gives you a dubious look, and you laugh. It loosens something inside you. “He was nice,” you amend. “Really, there wasn’t anything wrong with him. I don’t know what my problem is. He just wasn’t what I was thinking he’d be.” 

“Huh.” Robin leans into the couch cushion, fishing for another pickle. Her fork clinks against the edges of the glass jar with a restless tinkling. “I thought you said you really liked him. Unless I’m getting this one mixed up with another one? Sorry, I can’t keep them straight…” 

She looks genuinely perplexed. It makes you laugh again. “Okay, there haven’t been that many.” 

Robin shrugs. “You know all men look the same to me.” 

“They do not!” 

“Most of them do.” She grins, and you realize you feel about ten times lighter than you had before you came over. Time spent with Robin tends to have that effect on you. 

You mirror her, letting your weight sink into the back cushion of the couch. “I did think I really liked him,” you say, toying with the weave of your throw. “But now…I don’t know, I guess maybe I wanted to like him more than I actually did.” 

“Why?” 

“I think I just really want to be in love,” you answer plainly. “I see it happen to other people, and it makes me curious, and also I just…I sort of just feel ready, you know? Like I want it to happen, but I don’t know with who. Or, honestly, it’s more like I’m trying to force it on people who don’t fit. And I have this feeling like it could happen so easily, like I’m just meant to fall in love, but I don’t have anyone to focus that on right now. Sorry, I don’t know if that makes any sense. Do you ever feel like that?” 

You look up, and you realize that your fingers have found the string of Robin’s hoodie unconsciously, coiling it loosely around a fingertip. Her eyes seem stuck to it, but they raise to yours after a moment. Blue darkened to a deep gray like the ocean in a storm. 

“No,” she says. It’s barely more than a breath. 

You run the pad of your thumb over the plasticy end of her hoodie string. “No?” 

She offers you a half-hearted, flickering smile. “I guess I probably don’t fall in love until I have someone to focus it on. I don’t know, maybe that’s just how I work.” 

You feel your brows scrunch. You’re not sure if she means that she’s never felt your craving for love or that she already has fallen in love before, but you get the sense there’s some secret being uncovered here. It’s not like you and Robin to have secrets. 

“But you’ve never been in a relationship,” you say bemusedly. “Have you?” 

Hurt twinges in her expression. 

“Sorry,” you say automatically, dropping the string of her hoodie. 

“Do you think you have to be in a relationship to fall in love?” Robin asks. Her face is starting to color beneath her freckles. 

“I don’t know,” you say. “But wouldn’t you have to really know someone?”

“You don’t have to be in a relationship to get to know someone.” 

You nod, considering this. “So, have you been in love?” 

Robin shrugs. She’s really pink now. “I don’t know, I think so. There’s not really a way to be sure, right? I mean, I’ve asked—Steve’s always like ‘you just know,’ which is the worst answer ever because I’m not super confident in my intuition, and it seems kind of important thing to be wrong about…but, I don’t know, it’s just like how you know when you’re happy or sad, right? Except—” 

“So you think you have.” 

Robin’s bottom lip dimples like she’s chewing the inside. She gives a half-shrug. “I guess.” 

You feel your eyes widen. “With who?” 

Again, her brows bunch as though you’ve said something cruel. “That’s not fair.” 

“What?” A surprised laugh trips out of you. “Come on, you know all the guys I’ve dated.” 

“Yeah,” she says quietly, “but it’s not guys for me.” 

Your excitement drains away. You know things are different for Robin. You’ve talked before about how her dating life is riskier than yours, how the worst that could happen isn’t just rejection but social ostracization or worse. You’ve suspected Robin stays blase and quippy about relationships because she doesn’t think one is possible for her, at least not right now; you just didn’t know it hurt her like this. You think that you should have known. 

“It’s fine.” She gives you another of those brief smiles, probably seeing the guilt on your face. “I’m happy with just being friends. I don’t know if they would ever want anything—I don’t even know if they like girls—so, I mean, it’s enough just to sort of be in their orbit.” 

“Robin.” She’s abandoned her fork in the pickle jar, only a few small pickles swimming in the juice. You wrap your hand around hers. “I’m sorry.” 

She shakes her head, turning her gaze from yours to set the jar down on the floor. “It’s fine,” she says again. 

“If it’s someone good enough for you to fall in love with,” you try, “she probably wouldn’t be mean about it even if she didn’t like girls.” 

“I don’t want to mess anything up,” Robin says quickly. 

“You might not.”  Your chest aches with earnestness. If there’s anyone who deserves to give love and have it given back, it’s Robin. “Listen, I know you; you’d never pressure anyone, and she probably won’t want to give you up either. So even if she can’t see you that way, it probably won’t ruin the relationship you already have. But I think she’ll like you back.” 

Robin’s eyes meet yours again. “Seriously?” 

You smile at her, bumping your foot into hers lightly. “Yeah, of course. Robs, you’re beautiful. And you’re funny, and smart. You’re creative. I mean, you’re the best friend I’ve ever had, so I can only imagine what a great girlfriend you’d be. Anyone would be lucky to have you. I’m not just saying that, I really think that…that…” 

Robin has never been very good at hiding what she’s feeling. More often than not she’ll blurt it out, but in the rare cases that she doesn’t anyone can find it on her face. The look that comes over her is a rawness like you’ve never seen. Realization seeps into you like a snowmelt, softening into the earth on the first day of warm sun. 

Robin looks away.

Your lips part, but no sound comes out. Your heart feels lodged in your throat. You’ve never known your friend to be this quiet. 

When you do get your voice working, it’s only an echo. “Anyone would be lucky,” you say. 

Robin seems frozen. An animal in the woods, unwilling to breathe for fear of being noticed. 

“Robin,” you say, softly. “I’m really lucky to have you. I love you so much.” 

Finally, her gaze flickers up to yours. “But not like that,” she finishes for you. 

“I don’t…I don’t know.” 

She seems to take this worse than a rejection. Her eyes squint for a moment in hurt and confusion. She draws into her hoodie, retreating away from you. “Oh.” 

“I’m sorry.” You sound raw now, too. You look at her lips, at the soft scrunch of her brows. The tug in your middle is familiar, and yet unnamed. “I just haven’t…I haven’t ever thought that way before. About girls. I don’t know yet.” 

“It’s fine.” Robin shakes her head. She’s talking fast again, and it’s almost a relief, this small return to normalcy. “You don’t have to know—I mean, I knew, but I don’t really know what it’s like for other people, or if—anyway, I’m not trying to force you to feel anything. You don’t have to.” 

“I know that,” you promise her, again reaching for her hand. It’s an instinct, you don’t even register you’ve done it until her palm is soft and cool inside yours and she’s looking at you with intense bemusement. You know you’re not being fair. You squeeze her hand anyway. “I know you’re not trying to make me say or feel anything, and I’m not saying anything because of you. I just…I guess I’m thinking that I might feel things anyways. But we just talked about this, right? No one with half a brain would give you up. I still want to be your friend. I might…I might want to try for more than that, but I know I want to be your friend. Is that okay?” 

You force yourself to look at her, though it burns just a little. You wouldn’t blame Robin if she didn’t want to be your friend now, honestly; you’re the one making things awkward, not her. But you watch her face as she processes this (She really is beautiful. You’ve always known it, but now you know it differently) and you sense what she’s going to say before she says it. 

“Yeah.” Robin’s fingers tighten around yours, cold and slightly sticky with pickle juice. “Of course, totally. I couldn’t…I wouldn’t want to give you up either.” 

You try on a smile. “Maybe we could try the other thing sometime.” 

Robin laughs; it’s a nervous sound, but it brightens the room just the same. You relax some. “Like what,” she asks, “hang out? We already do that.” 

“You know what I mean.” You push your calf into hers teasingly. Have you always sat this close? The room feels warmer just for being near her. “Like, in a date way.” 

Robin watches your face. You try to be brave, letting her see the sincerity in it. 

“Yeah, okay.” One of her fingers moves against yours, the tiniest caress. “We could do that.”

[verboselocket38]

To be fair the only reason cheating is ok in recent episode is because it's supposed to parallel Stella & Stolas situation so he's feeling some type of way about it if they didn't have that going on I'm sure they'll be fine with killing them and also aren't they supposed to be a little emotionally grown right now according to Viv or something? 😗 maybe idk and super unpopular opinion don't come at me but cheating isn't a big deal like I heard one guy say once "Who hasn't cheated at least once" It doesn't take away hurt but it's very common and cheating isn't the worst thing someone can do imo genuinely not trying to start a fire but people act like cheating is a crime like how they treated that Berry dude or whatever with Sabrina Carpenter or the Try Guys dude (I don't know his name)

.....Dude what the hell?

Ok first off, just because the cheating is a parallel to Stella and Stolas doesnt mean that The cheating the husband did WAS OK!!!!

Second, if ANYONE says "cheating isnt a big deal 🙄" then they should not be in a relationship EVER. Because your breaking the trust of your partner and not only hurting your partner's feelings, but suprise suprise, YOUR HURTING THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU!!

JUST BECAUSE CHEATING ISNT "the worse thing a person can do" or "is common" DOES NOT MEAN ITS RIGHT! ITS STILL A BAD THING AND SHOULD BE TREATED LIKE A BAD THING.

Do you know the people who haven't cheated once or more when in a relationship? ALOT OF PEOPLE! The ones who do cheat are toxic who dont consider their partner's feelings or the people around them.

IF ANYONE CHEATS WITH YOU, DONT STAY WITH THEM! THEY JUST PROVEN THAT THEY DONT CARE ABOUT YOU FEELINGS WHILE SEEING SOMEONE BEHIND YOUR BACK! ANYONE WHO GETS CHEATED ON HAS THE RIGHT TO BE FURIOUS, SAD, EMBARESSED, HEARTBROKEN, OR ANY OTHER EMOTIONS THEY COULD FEEL WHEN THE PERSON THEY THOUGHT LOVED THEM DECIDED TO FIND SOMEONE ELSE IN THEIR PLACE!

Given how you worded this, you probably havent been cheated on in your life, and genually its a huge red flag to believe cheating is "No big deal."

If you still dont believe me, let me put it like this for the Stolas stans:

If Stolas cheated on Blitzø with Vassago or some other man whatever tf his name is, you'd probably be singing a different tune.

To end this, I just want to say don't come to my blog defending CHEATING and acting like its no big deal. Go somewhere else.

[bambieyedoll]

⋆·˚ ༘ * QUIL ATEARA HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 being in a relationship with quil

the golden retriever boyfriend energy is so real. quil is always excited to see you. he could’ve seen you an hour ago and still be like:

“there’s my girl!”

he lifts you off the ground in a hug like you weigh nothing and spins you just to hear you laugh.

he insists on calling you every cute nickname in existence, but most often it’s:

“babe. baby. angel. sweetheart. lovebug. sunshine. hey, you—adorable creature, come here.”

you once tried to count how many different ones he used in a day. you lost track around 27.

he’s super touchy. like, it’s almost comical. his arm is around you at all times. if you’re sitting, you’re on his lap. if you’re standing, his hand is in your back pocket. he has absolutely no sense of personal space with you.

“i just like knowing you’re real,” he shrugs, nuzzling into your neck.

“i’m not gonna disappear, quil.”

“yeah, but you might float away if i’m not holding on tight enough.”

third wheeling with embry and jacob used to be your life. now they third wheel you two. embry’s still salty about it.

“i swear to god, if i see you two cuddling during movie night again, i’m launching popcorn at both of you.”

“that’s fair,” you admit. quil just winks. “totally worth it.”

he gets jealous in the funny way, not toxic—just absolutely dramatic. like if someone even breathes in your direction:

“you saw that, right? he looked at you like you were the last slice of pizza on earth. i will fight him.”

“quil, he asked for the time.”

“exactly. that’s how it starts.”

he loves showing you off to the pack. and he’s got no chill about it.

“isn’t she the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen? like, how is she even real?”

you’re literally in pajamas. eating cereal.

“quil—”

“no. don’t downplay it. you’re art, babe.”

he goes out of his way to cheer you up when you’re sad. one time you had a bad day and he showed up with your favorite snacks, a giant hoodie of his, and said:

“okay, bad mood begone. i brought cuddles, sugar, and a movie where everything explodes.”

he loves cuddling so much it’s actually a problem. you try to get up in the morning and he clings like a koala.

“five more minutes. or fifty. who needs sunlight anyway?”

the wolf thing doesn’t scare you. he was worried it might—but you just looked at him and said:

“so you’re like…hot and supernaturally fast now?”

“well, i’ve always been hot, thanks.”

you just rolled your eyes and kissed him.

he’s obsessed with your laugh. like, actually addicted to it. he’ll do the dumbest stuff just to hear it—wearing socks on his hands, pretending to be a dinosaur, or dramatically reading cereal box labels in shakespearean tones.

“if thou desirest a breakfast with whole grain goodness… behold the blessed cheerio!”

“quil, it’s 7 a.m.”

“and yet i’d rise at dawn each day for the sound of your laughter.”

quil is surprisingly soft-spoken during quiet moments. when it’s just you two, laying under the stars or wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, his voice gets all low and gentle.

“you know i’d do anything for you, right?”

“i know. i’d do anything for you too.”

“good. then keep letting me hold you like this forever.”

he’s constantly offering you his hoodie. like even if you’re already wearing one.

“here, take this one too. layer up. you look so cute when you’re drowning in fabric.”

sometimes he stares at you like he just remembered he loves you all over again. he doesn’t even try to hide it. you’ll be brushing your teeth or tying your shoe and catch him with the softest expression.

“what?”

“nothing. just… how’d i get this lucky?”

you’ve fallen asleep on his chest more times than you can count. he rubs your back, plays with your hair, and always whispers something soft before you drift off.

“sleep, baby. i’ve got you. i’ll always have you.”

when you cry, quil completely breaks inside. he’s not good at holding back his emotions when you’re hurting. his whole face crumples, and he gets down to your level instantly.

“tell me what to do. please. i hate seeing you like this—just tell me how to make it better.”

you’ve patched him up after patrols. he insists it’s no big deal—“just a scratch”—but you can always tell when he’s hiding how bad it hurts.

“you don’t have to baby me.”

“i’m not babying you, i’m loving you. now hold still, tough guy.”

quil gets insanely flustered when you wear something he thinks is cute. it could be a new dress or one of his shirts—either way, he goes red and stumbles over his words.

“you—you can’t just walk around looking like that and expect me to stay calm, okay?”

“but it’s literally your hoodie, quil.”

“exactly. my hoodie. and you make it look illegal.”

when he’s really in love-mode, he blurts things without thinking. like…

“you know i wanna marry you, right?”

cue silence.

“wait. that was—okay, that came out way faster than i meant it to.”

“but do you?”

“…every damn day.”

his imprint on you makes everything deeper. you feel it in the way he watches over you, listens to every word like it matters, defends you with his entire body, and looks at you like you’re the sun itself.

you still remember the day he told you about the imprint and what it meant for you. it was when you first started to date, taking things slow, and then the imprint changed everything.

he tried to hide it but one day the whole truth came out—rushed, broken, raw.

“i can’t do this anymore.”

“quil— what?”

“you’re my imprint. that means… you’re it for me. forever. but i didn’t want to trap you with that, or scare you. i just—god, I’ve been in love with you for so long, and the second it happened, it got worse. it’s not obsession, i swear. it’s just you. it’s always been you.”

you didn’t say anything at first. just looked at him with wide, unreadable eyes.

quil’s heart sank like a stone.

“…you’re gonna run now, huh?”

“no,” you whispered. “i’m going to kiss you.”

and when your lips met his? it was everything. the imprint clicked into place from your side now—your body just knew.

he trembled when he held you, almost like he couldn’t believe it.

“you don’t have to love me yet,” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours. “just let me love you. let me show you.”

you didn’t even hesitate.

“then show me, quil.”

and he did show you. everyday since then.

quil’s love is loud, unapologetic, and forever. you never have to question it.

[timeslipcamp]

obligatory theory about the kyklos and what i think is happening.

literally every time i finish an episode i go and jot notes down in my lil mental notebook of theories and laugh like yuri in his lab

spoilers through ep 15

so i've seen this idea tossed out but no one really went in depth on why they thought it so i'm going to list off MY reasons why i thought this is what's happening.

fair warning: this is going to be long, i've got about five million thoughts on this and it's only going to get worse as more episodes get released. get comfy and grab a snack

i think mc and the ghouls are trapped in a time loop

it's a trope that when handled well can be really really cool, and with how many moving parts and ghouls there are to distract from what's happening, it's super plausible. the only reason i'm hesitant to say this is 100% what i think it is is because it's still only episode 16 and we know next to nothing about the clash and anything that happened last year. plus the game's only been out for a year, we've barely scratched the surface of the plot.

that being said, we're getting about 3-4 episodes per every couple months, which means by like episode 20-24 we'll be coming up on a year since mc was cursed. maybe. i'm bad at math. (EDIT: someone else did the math and it will probably be closer to 40 that we hit the year mark lmao) is the story going to be over then? i don't think so. i think the following chapters would follow us through the time loop as we finally work to solve it

if i had to guess, this is how i think the general timeline goes: mc, despite the ghouls best efforts and someones sacrificial jump into flames from a balcony, turns into the kyklos. to stop the teachers/school-aligned ghouls from killing her, someone sends her away--and accidentally sends her back in time instead. taiga, however, has been told by mc that if she were to turn, kill her before she hurts anyone. taiga goes back with her to stop her.

crazy concept: the one eyed sleeping beauty murder was the trigger event. the kyklos has one large eye. this part is still muddy given that we literally don't know shit about any of this, but i think it wasn't a one eyed beauty that was killed, i think the one eyed beauty killed someone while those other ghouls happened to be present. we got the five suspects based on them either being in the wrong place at the wrong time or by reputation (a la alan and jiro.) i think this is how zenji died as well, but i have zero basis for that other than vibes.

future!taiga continues to chase the kyklos, runs into his past self and explains (or maybe he's always known, or maybe whatever's going on with his brain makes him able to remember every loop, OR something is actively working against him remembering all of it) past!taiga does something that triggers the clash, and eventually, the kyklos finds her way to mc on the train. the following chapters would then begin to follow mc at the beginning of the loop again

this is literally all me guessing. i'll make an updated post once we finally know more about the clash and the one eyed sleeping beauty murders. and literally everything else smh

another quick note before i forget: i do think it's interesting that everyone who lost a day to the casino anomaly had their memories replaced of a girl in a tower in the woods. rapunzel reference? orrrrrr in early versions of the sleeping beauty tale, she was said to be in a lonesome tower waiting for someone to wake her up. coincidence? probably! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

anyways

"how did we end up here?"

SUPER compelling that this is one of the opening lines. the whole intro is generally a vague "humans avoiding darkness" spiel, but i do personally think its alluding more to the coming together and working as a team theme than an actual darkness. to me it feels like it's implying (based on the story so far) that working together is the light that can drive away the darkness (her curse)

one of my big things that made me wonder right at the beginning was how it almost immediately dropped the line "if we could do it all again" (paraphrasing). the whole theme about doing it again and would we do it again kinda made me think repetition was going to be a theme in the story, but once i got a few chapters in, i was definitely hurtling towards the time loop theory.

mc starts off talking about how she's sad it's over and we come to see she's talking about a band breaking up, and one by one the group chat members leave until she's left alone with just mina.

now mina itself as a name is an interesting choice. it's a fairly international name with a couple different translations. one translation has it meaning love, one says it's the same word as a mockingbird (a bird that can imitate human sounds) and in japanese, mina is a name meaning lovely/beautiful while min-na is a term sometimes used to mean "all of you", like saying all yall in english. fun play on words there if the time loop theory is correct and the kyklos we see at the beginning is in fact mc (aka all of us)

mina's profile picture is also a red spider lily, commonly known in popular media as the death flower

it's often planted in graveyards to ward off evil spirits and help guide those who have passed to the afterlife. another meaning for the flower is reincarnation: yet another implication of a cycle.

(it's also a popular flower in hanahaki disease fics, which is a fic trope where flowers bloom in the lungs of someone whose love isn't returned, but that's unrelated)

actually now that i'm really staring at that picture, it looks more like a red surprise lily, which is even funnier imo. apparently it's just a sister flower of the spider lily

mina says it must be destiny and that she's been waiting to meet us. spooky. we haven't really seen any other anomalies do anything premeditated like that, they're all mainly reacting to their environment, other than mr long legs i guess. but his felt more like predatory i need to eat intent, not "i'm tracking down this specific person" type of deal. definitely correct me if i'm wrong on that, though. i'm super interested in the "intelligent" anomalies vs the reactive ones. i'll make a post on that later

i've seen a couple other posts talk about how kyklos means circle in greek (aka another point in the time loop basket) but it's also interesting to note that kyklos comes from kuklos, whose root word kukló was often used to describe something that encircles. broke out a couple of my old humanities research packets and found this:

"a group of people...positioned around a central point"

whether that's intentional or not, i do think it is interesting that the whole time loop could be centered on this group of people that are positioned around a central point: the kyklos and mc. everything always revolving around the main character and the curse that started it all.

almost immediately after, mc is swiftly taken to darkwick and told that she'll die in a year (which we later find out is a lie) and sent off to live her life

taiga is the most suspicious person in the WORLD to me. fuck the traitor shit i wanna know what taiga knows

our brief introduction of him (and a scene on campus) tries to convince us he's insane

fairly compelling

but it's in the small cut scenes we see with the other ghouls that really get me.

TAIGA knows something!! the second one really gets me, especially in the context of a time loop, and even more so if taiga is aware of the loop. the second screenshot reads to me as either he's 1. about to make a deal with either haru or whatever he's summoning with a coin, or 2. he's like "fuck it, i've seen this loop a hundred times. there's ways where they survive and there's ways where they die. pick one, we'll try it again and see if it changes anything this time."

i don't think he's actually lost his mind. i think he's putting up an act to throw someone off his scent (namely the traitor and whoever the traitor is working with.) i also get the feeling, especially after rereading the auction chapter, that there's something actively working against taiga having all of his memories. it might be the pact he made with his demon, but i almost wonder if it's someone else's stigma or ability preventing it. we don't know what all the ghouls can do yet, or even the teachers.

maybe it's the time loop itself that's keeping taiga from keeping all the timelines straight. maybe he's done this so many times he doesn't know what's real anymore. additionally, if you pick him in the beginning, this is what he says:

once again, i'm getting the vibes that he's trying to figure out what could possibly be different about this loop that might finally break us out of it.

anyways, those are my basic notes on why i think this is gonna center around a time loop. given that haku's flute can transport and subaru's stigma has to do with memories and we dont even know half of the stigmas yet, i think it's entirely possible. but we'll see!

feel free to comment your own thoughts on what's happening :) ask box and dms are always open

[rockscanfly]

@noshirdalal's (Charles Smith's actor from RDR2) response to the prompt: "What do you think would have happened if Jack Marston’s bounty poster had come across Sadie and Charles’ desk post-epilogue? What, if anything, would Charles have to say to Jack?"

I trimmed the video for length (damn you, tumblr), but you can find the full 15 minute version on Cameo (where all y'all should go chuck your Charles questions as soon as you get a chance) here.

As usual, Noshir blew me away with the depth and care in his response. His headcanons are one of my absolute favorite part of being in the RDR2 fandom. Highlight from the transcript:

I like to think that Charles would have—and I imagine Sadie would to, but Alex would know better—I like to imagine that Charles would have taken the time to try to find him. To learn the kind of man that Jack has become.  I can imagine Jack sitting at a bar somewhere, I mean drinking whiskey or something and noticing a really large [laughs]. A really large man sitting kind of also at the bar but much further down just watching him. I think depending on what was going on I’d like to think that if Jack was in trouble at the time Charles would try to help him. Because he, ‘cause he has to.  But I can also see him watching John—I mean watching Jack from a distance. Getting the measure of the man. Helping him when he can, anonymously. You know if there are bounty hunters or enemies that are following him maybe he thins the herd a little bit. Betters Jack’s chances. But maybe he almost doesn’t have the heart to actually say hello.  There’s also something to be said for the idea that a man pays his debts. But also, like Charles has to recognize that Jack is a grown man. And a man also walks his own path. I can’t hold his hand, I can’t change the past. And who am I to know that the path that Jack is on is wrong? Would it be fair for me to try to deprive him of the justice he seeks?  Man, I don’t know. But it would hurt Charles, real bad. I think that would hurt him real bad. That's a wound he would carry to his grave. 

Links to other Cameos and transcripts that Noshir has completed in the past can be found here.

Full transcript of full vid below the cut:

What's up, Rocks? Hope you’re doing well. Sorry, it's getting down to the wire and I’m just, just got back a little while ago from Manchester in the UK and just getting home from VO [Voice Over] Atlanta [2025]. So I’m teaching a performance capture class there so I’ve got like a handful of minutes left to get this in so I’m trying to get it in and not have it fall through. So. 

Rocks always asking the [chuckles], the thought provoking questions. So. What happens when a poster of Jack Marston comes into my possession when Charles and Sadie are—in my headcanon—collecting bounties, kinda working together?

Well, I think the first thing that Charles would do is share it with Sadie. You know, Sadie and Charles are there with John when he—when WE think we’re bringing resolution to all this strife. When we think we’re kind of closing this circle and hopefully bringing the cycle of violence to a close for the Marston family. 

I think Charles and Sadie—I’m not gonna speak for Alex, or Sadie—but I would have to imagine. I would like to think they mourn together and also mourn in their own ways. 

I don’t know if it actually made it into the game, but there was, really early on in my sessions I had, like, hours of performance capture with the young, young actor playing, like, super young Jack. Taking him through basic tracking stuff, you know, the difference between a raccoon’s tracks versus a, you know a bobcat. A mountain lion’s tracks versus, you know, various deer and bear and stuff. And I think a little bit of—I remember I researched, like you know, traps made of like rope and stuff you could find like out in the wilderness, deadfalls and stuff like that. I don’t remember if we actually did that stuff but like. 

I think the gang…Jack is kind of like the gang’s son, right? Hosea like teaches him the importance of knots by like hiding it in, like, teaching him how to fish. I think everyone kind of came together to try to equip Jack with the things he would need to know to survive while still trying to celebrate the fact that he’s a kid even in these hard times. 

I haven’t played either of the games but I’ve seen images of Jack from the end of Red Dead. I didn’t really think much of it but now looking at those images as Charles, like through the eyes of Charles—how heartbreaking, I think that would be for him. 

To know that. To know that John tried so desperately to create, to create a home for his family, right? For Jack to grow up not knowing a life on the run full of violence. He really tried to go legit. And you know, Uncle and I helped him build that house from nothing. 

That house I think was kind of the symbol of the closing of that chapter. The idea that things can begin anew, that if we’re willing to put in the work that we can have a fresh start. That we are not chained, you know, like ouroboros. Like we are not bound to this never ending cycle. If it isn't a life that we want to live. 

And, you know, my best friend…was dying, but his last moments were hard in effort to give John—and through John, Jack—hope for a peaceful life. 

And, I mean the look on adult Jack’s face? He’s so angry. He’s so angry and so hard. And I think these are hard times and there’s lots of hard men and hard women as a result: survivors. [Looks off at a car making obnoxious noise] [quietly] For fuck’s sake. 

But, um. But even if it was naive or wishful thinking or just ridiculous hope—I think Charles wanted so badly for things to be different for Jack. Especially because I think Charles leave the Marstons feeling so good about the work he’s done. And so proud of his brother John for the work he’s done to reinvent himself, you know?

They had built a place with their own hands that is worthy of bringing John’s wife and son home. They’d built them a home. And to see Jack so angry and so alone after everything that’s been done I think would be really, really hard for Charles. 

I wouldn’t be surprised if Charles has to step away and like spend a week out in the wilderness just to get away from the noise of, the noise and kind of bustle of the every day. And grieve, in his own way. And come to terms with it. 

I mean, I wonder like, the idea of like a wanted poster for Jack Marston—I wonder if like, can you imagine if somehow Charles and Sadie were just blissfully ignorant of everything that happened with John. What a way to learn. But even if they werent, I think this is probably the worst fate they could have imagined for John’s son. For Jack. 

I like to think that Charles would have—and I imagine Sadie would to, but Alex would know better—I like to imagine that Charles would have taken the time to try to find him. To learn the kind of man that Jack has become. 

I can imagine Jack sitting at a bar somewhere, I mean drinking whiskey or something and noticing a really large [laughs]. A really large man sitting kind of also at the bar but much further down just watching him. I think depending on what was going on I’d like to think that if Jack was in trouble at the time Charles would try to help him. Because he, ‘cause he has to. 

But I can also see him watching John—I mean watching Jack from a distance. Getting the measure of the man. Helping him when he can, anonymously. You know if there are bounty hunters or enemies that are following him maybe he thins the herd a little bit. Betters Jack’s chances. But maybe he almost doesn’t have the heart to actually say hello. 

There’s also something to be said for the idea that a man pays his debts. But also, like Charles has to recognize that Jack is a grown man. And a man also walks his own path. I can’t hold his hand, I can’t change the past. And who am I to know that the path that Jack is on is wrong? Would it be fair for me to try to deprive him of the justice he seeks? 

Man, I don’t know. But it would hurt Charles, real bad. I think that would hurt him real bad. That's a wound he would carry to his grave.

[froggibus]

The Second Choice - Leon S Kennedy

Pairing: Leon S Kennedy x gn! reader

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 2k

Summary: after losing Ada, Leon can’t get her off of his mind—and can’t stop comparing you to her

CW: angst, feelings of inadequacy, second guessing, unhealthy relationship, feelings of loss, allusion to death/loss, Leon comparing you to Ada, alcohol abuse, hurt comfort, groveling (but pretty weak cause I can never stay mad at this man), arguing, insecurities, allusion to panic attacks

honestly have been feeling super angsty the past few days and needed to write a lil angst as a treat to myself lol. definitely not my best work but whatever

————

It’s no secret that after he lost Ada, your boyfriend was never quite the same. Aside from having nightmares for months, he also never quite got over her.

You’d be lying if you said a part of you wasn’t relieved the day he told you the news. She was always a point of contention in your relationship and you felt as though Leon would never be able to fully give himself to you as long as she was in the picture. You thought this would be a new leaf for you guys, a step in the right direction to further progress your relationship.

You’ve never been more wrong.

The first few months of the aftermath were rough. Leon drank more and came home less, and the times he came home made you wish he never did. You tried to take a deep breath and turn the other cheek to his drinking. He’s in pain, you’d remind yourself. He needs time.

It all came to a head one night after he hadn’t been home in almost a week—too busy out on a binge. You had been texting and calling him the whole week, desperately clinging onto him when you knew he didn’t belong to you. He never did.

Leon got home with the worst hangover of his life, hoping to just crash in bed and forget for a while. It had been so long since he slept—the nightmares that plagued him chasing away any hope of rest. But today he felt tired enough and the comfort of having you at home was more than enough to have the man dreaming of sleeping the whole way home.

The last thing he wanted to see was his bed covered in your clothes, a suitcase thrown open on your side of the bed and you desperately rummaging through the closet. “Honey?” He spoke softly, voice raspy from the constant burn of alcohol.

Your head snapped up, red rimmed eyes meeting his. “You’re back.”

“What’s going on? What’s—what’s all this?”

You almost felt bad for him. “I need some time away, Leon. I-I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what?” He wrinkled his nose in confusion.

“This. The long nights and the drinking and you never coming home anymore. It’s killing me, Leon. And I,” your voice broke and you took a deep breath, “I deserve better.”

Leon felt his heart drop into his stomach, a weight forcing him onto his knees, He looked up at you with glistening eyes, “y/n, please don’t do this. Please. I-I love you, I don’t know who I am without you.”

You sighed, trying to swallow back the lump in your throat. It’s not fair, it’s never been fair. But it’s Leon, and you’ve always loved him, and no matter how angry you were in the moment, you knew he needed you.

“Alright,” you said quietly, placing the suitcase back in the closet.

Hope filled Leon’s eyes once more, like azure sparkling in sunlight. He wasted no time in striding over to you and wrapping his arms around you. He held you so tightly it hurt.

He whispered, “I promise things will get better from here. I promise, y/n.”

—

Leon doesn’t drink as much after that. He comes home at a normal time but even then it feels like your boyfriend is vacant. Gone. The closer he is to you, the further away he seems. 

She’s always on his mind—and he makes that obvious to you. 

Leon’s eyes practically glaze over the day he sees you wearing red. The garment clings to your body in such a perfect way, the scarlet complimenting all of your features perfectly. 

You almost smile at the way his jaw drops. He’s never been a very reactive person so seeing him like this is enough to make you giggle. Of course, that’s before he speaks. 

“Ada had a dress that was almost the exact same colour.”

Your heart sinks at the mention of her name. He’s grieving, you try to remind yourself. It's only natural she’s on his mind. 

“Red was her favourite colour, she wore it all the time.”

You sigh, trying not to let your tensed muscles show. He misses her. It’s okay. But it’s not okay, and your stomach hurts and now you don’t want to go out at all. 

“It’s kinda itchy,” you say quietly. “I’m gonna change.”

And you find yourself tossing the cloth into the bottom of your hamper, never to be worn again. In fact, you don’t feel like wearing red ever again. 

The comparisons don’t stop after that day. Ada never seems to leave his mind, and any time he looks at you, there’s a look in his eyes that says he’s not really seeing you. 

It feels like anything you do, anything you wear, any interest you have—she had it too. 

You’re watching a movie on the couch, cuddled into his side. You have your arms wrapped around one of his, feeling the muscle beneath his skin. 

You giggle and point at the tv, “I love him. He was my favorite character as a kid.”

You regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth and Leon turns to look at you. His blue eyes are clouded over with nostalgia. 

“Ada always loved him, too. Only guy that ever made her flustered,” he shakes his head, smiling at the thought of her. 

You can’t help but pull away from him and withdraw to your side of the couch. Leon looks at you in concern, head tilted to the side. 

“Can—can you stop comparing me? I hate that,” your voice comes out exasperated and desperate. 

Leon doesn’t say anything but a confused look takes over his face. His silence is almost worse than his comparisons—almost. 

He’s at a loss for words. He doesn’t know what to say. That’s just how his mind works; he makes connections between things like that. A force of habit he gained from his strenuous line of work. He thought you understood that. 

“Just,” you sigh, pushing yourself off of the couch, “nevermind.”

You trudge your way to the bedroom and throw yourself on the bed, closing your eyes and forcing the tears away. He promised things would get better. He promised. 

—

Leon notices you withdrawing from him after that. Never in his life had he heard you sound so defeated and so angry. You’ve never been good at voicing your feelings, especially not to him, so he knew something was wrong the minute you spoke up. 

“Honey?” He shuffles over to his side of the bed, the mattress dipping down under his weight. 

You don’t answer, drawing your arms and knees closer to your chest. Leon sighs—he’s really messed up. 

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t realize I was making you so upset.” He takes a deep breath, “I just miss her so much, and you know how my brain works and—”

You whimper, “it’s not fair, Leon. You’re not being fair to me here.”

“I-I know! But you knew how things were getting into this so maybe you shouldn’t have—”

“Shouldn’t have what, Leon?” You snap. 

The blond stays awfully silent, staring at his clenched fists in his lap. He doesn’t know how to talk his way out of this—he doesn’t know how to keep you with him. 

“I think I need some time away.” 

Leon stares at you slack jawed. As soon as you stand up, he’s jumping to his feet too. He practically dives into your way, blocking your path. 

You stare at him expectantly and try to avoid the burning in your eyes. 

He looks at you dead seriously. “For every thing you have in common with her, there’s another thing that you don’t.” 

His words are enough to get you to sit back down on the bed. The beating in his chest settles down as you do. You’re not leaving. 

“She was really athletic for one thing, and a serial flirt. I mean, she was just so beautiful she could have any man wrapped around her finger. And she loved to fight and she loved gory movies and—why are you standing up?”

Leon stares at you in confusion. Did he say something wrong? He doesn’t understand. 

Your mind races a million miles a second. It’s clear from the way he talks about her that he loved her in a way he could never love you. Even from the way he talked about her compared to you. Beautiful, athletic, charismatic. Everything you wished you were, everything he wishes you are. 

“I need to get out of here, I-I feel like I can’t breathe.” You clutch your chest, shoving past him and grabbing your keys and your coat. 

Leon watches you walk out the door, hopeless to do anything to stop you. 

—

Leon waits for you to come home, sitting in a chair by the door for hours. The more time that passes, the more worried he gets that you’ll never come home. He taps his foot in anticipation—a habit he’d never had until now. 

He can’t believe how caught up he got. He was so focused on the ghosts of his past that he forgot about his future. And sitting in this old chair, his ass hurting from sitting so long, he wishes he could go back in time and shut his own stupid mouth. 

It’s nearly 1am when he hears your key in the door. Leon shoots to his feet, standing only a foot away from the opening door. 

The minute you see him, you feel like crying again. You were hoping he would be asleep and you wouldn’t have to have this conversation now. 

You close the door behind you and lock it, not even sparing a look at Leon as you make your way down the hall and to the bathroom. You only get halfway before Leon grabs your wrist and tugs you to face him. 

He drops to both knees in front of you, looking up at you with desperate eyes. “Y/n.”

You shake your head and try to tug your hand away but Leon keeps a firm grip. 

“I am so fucking sorry, y/n. I-I got so caught up in things that I didn’t even realize how I was treating you. I want to make it up to you.”

“You promised things would get better, Leon.” Your voice is shaking dangerously, “but all you’ve done is make me feel like her replacement. Like I’m the next best thing. And it has me second guessing everything. How do I know you even love me for me? How do I know you love me at all?”

Leon’s heart aches at your words. He knew he messed up but he didn’t realize the extent to how unloved he was making you feel. 

“No, no, no. Y/n, no. Look at me.” His eyes are wet, and he looks so vulnerable sitting in front of you on his knees. “I love you. I love you. You and only you. You’re not her, and I know that. I never loved her in the same way I love you.”

Tears fall down your cheeks, splashing on the floor in front of you and Leon. 

He keeps going. “You’re not a replacement. You’ve never been a replacement. You’re the best thing I could have asked for, and I’m sorry I haven’t been the best boyfriend lately.”

Leon slowly rises to his feet, slipping his hands into yours. “Let me make it up to you. Please, let me make it up to you.”

You sigh, biting your lip and trying to force the tears away. “Leon…”

“Let me make it up to you. Let me show you how much I love you, y/n. I will do anything to make you feel happy and safe again.”

And looking into his eyes, you know he means that. 

“Alright, alright, just—” you wipe your eyes and offer a weak smile, “let’s sleep on it, okay?”

Leon nods and lets you tug him to the bedroom. He still has a lot of work to do, but that can wait until the morning. For now, he’s just glad he has you back.

[deadhands69]

cursing each other over and over again [2/3]

MDNI

Toge Inumaki x cursed speech reader (not quite the same as his)

Super fluffy, mildly angsty but it gets smutty in the next one. Warnings/content/etc: Toge Inumaki x reader, fem-bodied/no pronouns, unestablished relationship, swearing, light violence (slapping), kissing, slightly suggestive conversation, mentions of dub con, cursed speech use. AU: Jujutsu University, all characters over 18

part 1 - this is part 2 - part 3

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🖤 You 🤍 Toge

Even after clearing things up with Toge, you still felt weird about going to class in the morning. Sure, you talked things through with him but didn’t know what to expect from everyone else.

In addition to this, you're exhausted. You spent most of the night laying in bed regretting a chunk of the texts you’d sent him instead of sleeping. You particularly regret telling your crush you have no game and can’t even manage to talk to him. How embarrassing is that?

He seemed to understand though. He has to, right? Dating with cursed speech of any kind isn’t easy. You can’t just walk up and strike up a conversation with someone you like. There’s also the weird dynamic shift when they realize you can control their actions. When you inadvertently force them to kiss you and you’re awkwardly trying to get out of it, knowing it’s not what they want, traumatizing you both in the process. Or worse, you could accidentally hurt them. That’s probably even worse for him. Maybe he gets it?

Anyways, what does two cursed speech users dating look like, you’d be cursing each other back and forth constantly. He probably doesn’t want that.

Stopping yourself, you can’t think about this all day.

On the walk across campus, you started trying some breathing exercises Gojo gave you when you first arrived. In addition to the usual homework, he also tasked you with learning to control your emotions. Fair. So far, you’ve found it easier some times than others. This morning wasn’t too bad until, in your distraction, you collided with Toge where two sidewalks intersect.

He says “kelp”, his eyes smiling. You wave and smile back.

Your heart is racing, but at least it’s no weirder than when you first met him. You walk together silently until you reach the classroom.

Immediately, Panda high-fives him as Maki smacks him in the back of the head. You take your seat as she continues to berate him. Yuta sits next to you asking about your evening. It would be nice, but you can tell he’s just pushing to see how things went with his friend. He moves seats as soon as Inumaki approaches.

Just before class is scheduled to start (okay, you have an extra five minutes every day because Gojo is consistently at least five minutes late) your phone buzzes.

🤍 [sorry if that was weird for you] 🤍 [i actually didn’t tell anyone we hung out] 🤍 [maki told the gc you left my room at midnight after i left everyone on read]

You look up to see Toge waiting to see how you'll react. 

🖤 [haha i mean it's fine] 🖤 [technically that’s true] 🖤 [but] 🖤 [there’s a solid implication there] 🖤 [at least rumor me is getting laid]

You look at him rolling your eyes to make it clear that was sarcasm, you’d correct people later. He laughs.

The rest of the week passes quickly. Lots of homework to catch up on and even more to learn. Wednesday, you got to go on a mission with Maki. Who, you are pleased to learn, is a lot more caring than she lets on. The two of you were able to take out a few grade 2 curses together fairly quickly. It felt great being able to use your technique for more than destruction. After, you got sushi and talked for a while. You talked about jujutsu sorcery, life, pretty much everything. Toge came up once but since that was nearly all anyone in your class had asked you about since you arrived, she didn’t drag the subject out.

By the time Friday arrives, you realize you haven’t had time to fully unpack and set your room up. You also hadn’t talked to Toge much more than in passing. 

Pulling your folded clothes out of boxes and hanging them in the closet, your mind wanders. He asked to hang out first, does he want you to reach out next? Is he just busy? Or did you scare him off? You only hung out once, just because you have a huge crush on him doesn’t mean he feels the same after spending some small amount of time with you. He still seems to want to be friends, at least. So it wouldn’t be too weird to ask to hang out this weekend. That’s not so bad. Looking down at empty boxes, you realize you’ve been spiraling longer than you thought. Maybe you should just text him.

Pulling your phone out, you hear a commotion down the hall. The clang of pots and pans on the ground, Panda’s oversized footsteps thumping down the hallway, Maki yelling and Toge screaming “CAVIAR!”

Or, maybe you should text him later. He sounds busy.

A scuffle of footsteps make their way closer to your cracked door. Maki pokes her head in, she’s covered in half cooked rice. 

As mockingly sweet as she can muster, “hey [y/n], getting set up?” 

You nod, pretending you didn’t just hear the chaos. 

“Need help with those shelves?” she says gesturing to a box you’d thus far neglected.

“Yeah, I -” 

“Perfect! Here, take this” she shoves a disheveled Toge through the door and slams it.

“I was just about to text you. But you sounded, uh, busy.”

You lean into the doorway to look him up and down, amused. He laughs and pulls a grain of rice out of his hair.

Hanging shelves goes fast with the two of you, he holds them level while you screw them in. And since you’re concentrating, you almost don’t notice how close the two of you are standing together. Almost.

You’re on the last one above your bed, it’s the biggest and it’s heavy. He shifts so his hands are on both sides of the shelf above his head, pressing you between the wall and him. This shouldn’t be weird, you tell yourself. It’s not like there’s a better way to hold it. No, this is how you have to do this. Telling yourself that doesn’t change that you can feel his chest pressing into you and breath against your neck. Nevermind that you were on the floor of his room rolling around before he bit you Monday, this felt. Different.

Distracted, you pause for a second to take it all in. The feel of his warm body pushing into you with every inhale. His arms flexing above you. He’s so strong to hold something so heavy. Oh, shit. Back to work.

With some fumbling, the last screw goes in and you’re done. You spin around to mouth “thanks” but Toge stays in place. Smiling down at you, his arms drop slightly from the shelf to the wall, still pressing you back. His smokey violet eyes connect with yours. You glance at the circles on his cheeks, visible since he took his jacket off shortly after arriving. Sliding his hands down further, he gently grabs your wrists and pulls you down to sit with him. Keeping the closeness: you’re still up against the wall with him leaning in. He smiles and you forget how to breathe. His hand brushes the hair from your forehead, sliding it behind one of your now flushed ears. Your heart is pounding out of your chest as he moves in closer.

BANG. BANG. BANG. 

“Inumaki!?” 

Wide eyed, he freezes: still leaning into you with one hand on the wall near your head and the other at your side. 

BANG.

“Panda cleaned my kitchen. If you’re done hanging shelves, come help me with the extra laundry you made!” you hear Maki yell.

“Salmon!” he grumbles, not fast enough. Another bang and your door cracks open, giving Panda and Maki a direct view of the two of you on your bed. In the background, you see a pretending-to-be-nonchalant Gojo passing by then double-taking back to look over their shoulders. 

Well, so much for dispelling rumors.

He begrudgingly stands up and walks to the door. 

You slump into your bed in both embarrassment and disappointment. You were so close. You glance back at them.

Holding one finger up for the three of them to wait for something, Toge shoos the other three away and closes the door. 

Returning to your bed, he crawls back to you, pressing his hand back to its spot on the wall behind you while bringing the other behind your head. Leaning in, without hesitation, he presses his lips onto yours kissing you feverishly. Your face melts into his and you completely forget about the group standing outside your door listening. He pulls back, pecks your lips once more, and smiles before grabbing his jacket and walking out. You lay there, too stunned to move. Your hand slides over your comforter and - wait, is that a grain of rice?

9:58pm - Friday

🤍 [not to ‘you up’ you but you up?] 🖤 [kiss me once and you’re looking for a bootycall now?] 🤍 [you know it] 🖤 [pshhh] 🤍 [nah] 🤍 [fr tho i need to talk to you] 🤍 [i wanted to earlier but Maki just set me free 20 minutes ago] 🤍 [and i had to wash the rice out of my hair] 🤍 [can i come by?] 🖤 [you’re not making the rumors any better, Toge…]

You’re pretty tired from getting your room set-up and finishing all of your homework but you know you definitely won’t get any sleep putting this conversation off. Hopefully he doesn’t think kissing you was a mistake. You don't think you used your cursed energy on him?

🖤 [but yeah] 🖤 [of course you can]

Quickly, you jump out of bed to change into something cuter. Still gym shorts and a t-shirt but at least these ones aren’t ripped or stained. You fix your hair before running to the knock on the door.

Toge walks in, looking around in awe of your room. The shelves the two of you put up earlier are now covered in books, plants, and color changing lights in the shapes of your favorite anime characters. He gestures at them and smiles. The dim lighting glows in a rainbow of colors that dance on his face. Taking a massive breath, he begins typing. Pausing, he erases what he wrote, puts his phone away, and unzips his jacket. Biting his lip, he turns to you. Is he about to say something?

Extending one finger, he slowly points at you then at himself. Still biting his lip, he shrugs his shoulders in a question. His eyes dig into yours, begging you to understand.

“together” you whisper-yell, this time feeling your cursed energy pull him to you. A twinge of guilt hits the back of your mind at accidentally using your power on him, but it’s quickly pushed aside by the familiarity of him smashing his lips into yours. He kisses you with even more passion than earlier, gripping your waist like he can’t pull you close enough. You run your hands through his damp hair. He pulls his face away momentarily to nod yes, before smiling and squeezing you back into him. 

Your curse has completely faded and he’s still here.

[I’m so proud of him, I didn’t really think Toge had game, but somehow writing him this way made sense. Good for him.]

part 3

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sooooooo which of our comic yanderes would hurt darling?? be it accidentally or on purpose?? what would darling's injuries usually look like?? O3O

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓…

!!! GN reader, vague relationship dynamics, physical abuse, hitting, broken bones, biting, bruises, blunt force trauma, mention of a torn off ear in Bucky’s, scratches, brief mentions of amputation, I guess some subtle manipulation here and there, cigarette burns in Harvey’s, stomping, blood, razor blades in Peter’s, asphyxiation, needle marks and medical procedures in Reed’s, dislocated joints, obligatory Tim Drake warning.

Okay, I know I said I was channeling all of my creative energy into Older Brother part 4, BUT TO BE FAIR. I just totally fucked up my fingers and it reminded me of this ask from ages ago (YEAH, YEAH, I KNOW, AGES AGO). So now I’m coping by imagining my silly yandere men beating the shit out of me. You know, as you do.

Anyways, now that I got this out of my system, I’m back to work.

Bruce Wayne: I consider him a certified masochist, so if he ever gets to the urge to hurt someone, it’s gonna be himself before it’ll ever be you. Even if you wanna play around with a more sadistic Bruce, he’d much rather cave some poor criminal’s face in than to even think of laying a finger on yours. The most pain you’ll probably ever experience is him squeezing you too tight whenever he’s in one of his moods. Nothing too bad, just mild discomfort. Now, all this being said, on the off-chance that Bruce Wayne ever were to be abusive in any way, I personally see him as a face-hitter. Mostly back-handed strikes. And who knows… if you’re a fellow vigilante, he might see no problem with being a bit harsher with you.

Bucky Barnes: He’d never intentionally hurt you. But it definitely happens. Mental health issues and super soldier serum do not mix, so if you’re not someone who’s equipped to handle PTSD panic attacks from a walking weapon… good luck. It’s best to just keep your distance the moment he starts acting like a cornered animal. Possible injuries include bite marks, bruises, broken bones, blunt force trauma, torn off ears, scratches, missing skin chunks, and possible loss of limbs. If a chimpanzee can do it, so can Bucky. And that’s not even factoring in how rough Bucky can be in general. Expect rib-cracking hugs and finger-shattering hand-holding when he’s especially emotional about something. Bucky’s kind of like a domesticated tiger. Even if you condition him, there’s no guarantee that he won’t maul you.

Clark Kent: A broken bone or two is inevitable when it comes to Clark. Usually, he’s extremely conscientious on how much force he uses with you, but when you’ve got the super strength of a Kryptonian and the excitability of a golden retriever, accidents are bound to happen. And while he could theoretically use this as a way to keep you in line, it’s not something I see him doing on purpose. The closest to intentional harm you’ll probably ever get from him is the silent threat of breaking a bone. If you’re the type to lash out a lot, he may gently grab your wrist with a look of warning, applying more and more pressure until you finally decide to cut it out. Not his favorite thing to do by any means, but hey, it’s pretty effective. Especially if you’re the stubborn type who will keep fighting until your bones start to splinter under his grasp.

Dick Grayson: At most? Probably a bruised wrist. I don’t really see this talked about — because it’s extremely niche and not really worth talking about — but Dick definitely has monster grip strength from Arnis (I can vouch for this as someone whose sub-discipline in martial arts is Arnis… which is how I fucked up my fingers, but that’s neither here nor there). A particularly pissed off Dick Grayson might snatch you by the wrist, his fingers leaving behind dark imprints as he drags you off to god knows where. Other than that, he’s really not the type to beat up his darling. Maybe manhandle them a bit, but never actually strike them. However. I am willing to entertain the idea of a physically abusive Dick Grayson with a particularly difficult darling. And that’s not just me trying to make this work because I love the idea of him gently holding an ice pack to your face after he backhanded you into oblivion. Nope. Don’t know what you’re talking about.

Hal Jordan: In the heat of the moment, he absolutely will hit you. Does he feel guilty about it? Depends. But either way, you’ll be hard pressed to get a straightforward apology from him afterwards. Damn those Green Lanterns and their stubbornness. He’ll punch, slap, backhand, and smack you upside the head, so expect some bruises. And bite marks. Hal’s a big biter. The intensity depends on the nature of your relationship. Non-sexual? Just playful chomps that don’t leave behind much of a mark. Sexual? Bro will be drawing blood. You’ll definitely have to learn the art of covering up bruises and bite marks if Hal allows you out in public. Pro trip: while there’s no way to really control when he decides to bite, you can avoid being hit pretty. Just be agreeable whenever he’s pissed. As long as you don’t come off as confrontational, your chances of getting a black eye go down by a solid 70%.

Harvey Dent: Two Face can and will lay his hands on you. Punches, slaps, kicks, back hands, might even stomp on you every now and then. I can totally see him strangling you, too. Just one hand around your neck without a care for the damage he’s doing to your trachea. Now, I can’t recall a single run off the top of my head where Two Face/Dent has been depicted smoking, but like… the idea of him angrily putting out his cigarettes on your arm really compels me. Now, unfortunately, Harvey’s no better. It’s much more rare, but once in a blue moon, he’ll rock your shit with any of the above listed actions. After his rage subsides and he realizes what he’s done, he’ll have to take a moment to sit down with his head and silently cry to himself. He really is no different from his old man, is he? How the hell did he let himself fall so far from grace? All in all, expect bruises, broken bones, and cigarette burns from both Two Face and Dent. Yippee.

Jaime Reyes: Jaime wouldn’t dream of hurting you, but Khaji Da? If the ends justify the means, then harm might be necessary to scare you back into obedience. Any and all threats of you leaving the scarab’s host must be neutralized immediately; you’re a vital piece of Jaime’s contentment, after all. Whether Khaji Da has to manipulate Jaime or take total control over his body, you may find yourself being cut or burned by the Blue Beetle armor every now and then. Poor Jaime would be a sobbing, apologetic mess while he helps you with your wounds. He never wanted this for you, but the scarab… god, I love the fucked up relationship dynamic possibilities between Jaime and Khaji Da. Just an evil bug slowly driving some poor guy insane. Who knows, maybe it’ll get so bad that the scarab doesn’t even have to prompt Jaime to hurt you. But, again, this is only if Khaji Da deems it necessary. Having to hurt someone so precious to its host is very inconvenient.

Matt Murdock: He’s in the same boat as Dick when it comes to grip strength. Sometimes, he has to grab you a bit rougher than usual when he’s serious about something. This means lots of bruising all over your arms, face, and (most commonly) the little crook between your neck and shoulder. It’s usually not intentional — he can’t really see the damage he’s causing, after all — but there are times where he’s being so aggressive that his intentions start to muddy a bit. I can see Matt being the type to use a lot of intimidation against his darling, so inflicting a little pain upon you isn’t completely out of the question. At most, he’ll probably push you around or snatch you up. Nothing too serious. And for what it’s worth, he’s extremely apologetic about it afterwards. He doesn’t like being rough with you… it’s just sometimes so frustrating dealing with you. Surely, you can understand that, right?

Peter Parker: I honestly can’t really imagine a situation where Peter would hurt you. He’d rather cut off his own fingers and toes than hurt you in any way. Maybe he’d accidentally hurt you by squeezing you too hard (and in that case, you might break something due to his enhanced strength), but other than that, I’ve got nothing. Bro’s way too much of a pushover to lay a hand on you. Now, for the sake of getting a little creative, I can totally entertain the idea of slightly sadistic Peter. Maybe he likes to cut you up with a razor blade or bite you hard enough to break skin so he can lick up your blood. A little more sexually charged, but there’s probably a way to imagine this without the erotic undertones for those who want a more wholesomely dark dynamic.

Reed Richards: If you’re a disobedient little shit, I can see Reed just straight-up choking you out when he doesn’t feel like dealing with your antics. All he needs is two fingers pressing down on your carotids and voilà. Peace and quiet. Now he gets to carry on with whatever questionable procedure he was about to put you through. And on that note, you’ll probably have some needle marks on your arms, which… I don’t know if that counts as an injury per se, but yeah. Might have a surgical incision here and there, too. Just whatever Reed deems necessary to make you more compliant, be it drugs or some kind of operation. He’ll really only resort to choking you out if it’s the only thing at his disposal. Reed’s way too methodical to just straight-up hit you.

Remy LeBeau: Very low chance of him burning you. And you’d have to be, like, an aggressive little shit for that to happen. Remy hates the idea of hurting you, but if you’re actively trying to cause him harm, he’s not afraid to defend himself. All it takes is catching your fist, charge enough energy into your skin to heat it up, and you’re probably gonna wanna give up after that. Acts of self-defense aside, Remy just isn’t a violent guy. He’d rather be gentle than manhandle you. Will he playfully roughhouse? Sure. But he’s responsible enough to know what too far is, so even accidentally hurting you is extremely unlikely. If we imagine a sadistic version of Remy, I think he’d take more pleasure in your emotional distress than in laying his hands on you. The most he’d do is make you think he’s about to hurt you, only to blindside you with sickeningly sweetness.

Scott Summers: Ah, abusive Scott Summers, my beloved. Absolutely love the idea of him beating the shit out of you just to prove a point. He doesn’t even enjoy it or anything; if anything, he’ll probably have the audacity to say, “this hurts me more than it hurts you” while actively kneeing you in the face. Blood, bruises, broken bones... whatever he deems necessary for you to finally see his point. Even while he’s patching you up, he’s softly berating you about how wrong you were, and how he knows better than you. “It didn’t have to be like this,” he tuts while popping your shoulder back in place. Keep in mind that isn’t a common experience by any means, but it’s definitely something to keep in mind whenever he gets all stern with you. I suggest you start reevaluating your life choices the moment he says your name in that one tone of warning.

Steve Rogers: Not gonna lie, a sadistic Steve who makes you lick the blood off of his knuckles after he beats you to a bloody pulp goes hard as fuck, but we must stay focused. So!! General Yandere Steve comes with the average risks of someone with super strength. Might accidentally hurt you, might accidentally manhandle you, blah blah blah. A fracture every now and then is to be expected, though for what it’s worth, he is much better than Bucky in this regard. That being said, Steve’s not afraid to get a little rough. While it’s not his favorite thing to do by any means, he can’t help the frustration he feels whenever you don’t listen to him, enough so that maybe — just maybe — he might snatch you by the wrist, or jaw, or throat and threaten you to behave. There’d probably only be a single instance of him intentionally breaking one of your bones, and that’s if you’re especially difficult to deal with. The guilt would be so bad that he swore to never do it again… though he may find himself thinking about it every now and then.

Tim Drake: Timothy “Jigsaw” Drake. We’d be here forever if we started listing all of the ways he could harm you. Not out of a sadistic pleasure, either (well, not usually, anyway… he’s too much of a masochist to actively feed into his sadistic side). He just spirals so far into his paranoia and delusions that he genuinely thinks stitching your legs together is a reasonable thing to do!! When it comes to Tim, any sort of ailment you could possibly inflict on another human being is on the table, from amputation to organ failure. You better pray you can hold out long enough until he finally snaps out of whatever weird episode he’s having. General rule of thumb, if you ever see Tim staring at you with any sort of tool or surgical instrument, immediately make a b-line towards the nearest room with a lock and pray. Do not go to sleep for the next several hours. Preferably, get something to protect yourself with. Have fun!!

Wally West: He’s not afraid to get a little physical when it comes to punishments. And by “a little,” I mean clean breaks and dislocations. It’s not his first resort by any means, but if you’re very persistent about breaking his rules, then you might find out the hard way just how much pent up aggression Wally has. He likes going for joints specifically. Snapping elbows in half, stomping on ankles, bending fingers the wrong way… it’s honestly a bit scary to think about how much damage a speedster can cause. I think he’d have a code word for when he’s about to that far. Something discreet, like, “you’re really pushing your luck, sunshine.” He’d say it in such a casual, joking tone that no one around you would pick up the implications. But the moment you’re away from prying eyes, you know what’s about to happen. I highly suggest behaving if you don’t want to be the darling that “falls down the stairs” a lot. Clumsy little thing, aren’t you?

[andreilslovechild]

A Study on Aaron Minyard and Hatred

I've been in this fandom for years now. somewhere around 5 years or so. and since I've been here there's always been a distinct theme in how people talk about the brother of our beloved main love interest. see people speak about aaron in two ways mainly. the first way is, of course, labeling him as hateful and homophobic and disliking him because he dislikes Neil. the second way is building on his more personable characteristics and having him paired with someone else like Katelyn or Kevin to mellow him out. both of those are all well and good, everyone is entitled to their opinions and all, but I've never quite seen people look at both of those sides at the same time so I want to try and consolidate my thoughts on the matter.

first of all, I personally rarely consider aaron inherently hateful in my own understanding of him. annoyed or disgusted sure, but not necessarily hateful. mainly that hate is focused on three people from what the fandom talks about: Neil, Andrew, and Nicky. I'm using hate a broad term for dislike just for the ease of things right now so don't yell at me, but I think it fair to say the fandom typically pits these three up against aaron in a way that makes aaron look like the bad guy a lot of the time.

if I'm honest, I never really felt he hated Neil more than just didn't care much. at least until he found out about him and Andrew and gave him his version of the shovel talk. maybe a bit when Neil used Katelyn against him. but overall I never quite got it when people said he hated Neil, let alone hated him for "no reason". like id be annoyed too if a guy waltzed onto my college sports team while im studying premed, and turned out to be the long-lost son of a serial killer with a mouth so big it was a wonder hes still alive. plus he was super shady before all that was revealed too, but aaron was still pretty neutral when Andrew brought Neil into the monsters. he even spoke back to the upperclassmen when they freaked out about Neil sitting with the monsters. if you all need me to get the quotes I will, but it's currently like 2am, and I just can't be asked right now lmao. either way, the only time aaron really hates Neil in the books is when he uses Kate against him to get him to go to therapy. which was done for his own good in the long run, and I doubt aaron stayed upset about it for too long. plus we always have to be careful here because we are seeing things from Neil's perspective, someone who is inherently an unreliable narrator in the story.

in Nicky's case, there's a lot to consider. aaron definitely does and says some things (again not finding specifics rn because it's 2am) that are hurtful to him, or offensive. I certainly don't really blame people for reading it as homophobic on a surface level. but that's exactly what it is. surface level. his feelings about Nicky are probably the second most complex in this instance. because Nicky is his cousin, caregiver, friend, whatever you want to call him. They're close, they mean something to each other. but aaron also grew up with Tilda, probably talking with his family over the phone every few months, seeing them maybe once a year or two. when aaron moved to South Carolina he was 13. Nicky would have been 17. aaron probably spent a lot of time with him at first to avoid being alone before he made friends himself. used him as an excuse to get out of being around Tilda alone. which undoubtedly left him susceptible to Luther's preaching. I could make a whole other post on this alone. Still, he would have known Nicky was gay and that it was "wrong". He likely saw only his mask, not the depression inside because Nicky would have wanted to be happy with his cousin. he probably was around when Nicky went to Germany and then came back loud and proud, telling him about a man named Erik and finally standing up to his parents. to us, it's inspirational, exciting even, but for aaron it was like Nicky was abandoning him. He had gotten through Nicky being gone with drugs and staying out of the house as much as possible, but now knowing Nicky was leaving him there alone with his mom for what he assumed would be forever would have hit him hard. he never hated Nicky for being gay. he was angry he had left him, and he had grown up surrounded by the ideals Luther preached and likely his mom did too. with that, plus how uncomfortable it would be to have your cousin being openly sexual around you to an extreme extent like Nicky, I don't blame him really for how he reacted. he was disgusted by the thought of his cousin having sex, not who it was with. I can't remember if his disliking Erik is a canon or fanon thing. Still, he disliked him for taking Nicky away, not because he was a guy. Long story short I don't think aaron ever truly hated Nicky or was truly homophobic. I think he was just a scared kid who learned the wrong words and didn't know how to be vulnerable.

Andrew. good old Andrew. the most complicated relationship in Aaron's life save maybe his mom. I think we all know aaron doesn't hate Andrew. just like Andrew doesn't hate aaron. it's impossible for them to hate each other because they are so irrevocably tangled up and tied to each other's lives. from the second they found out about each other, everything they've done has been for the other in some way. mostly on Andrew's end sure but aaron has also done his share. see out of everyone here I think Andrew is the person that aaron thought he hated the most. he was angry about Tilda, about the drugs, about how Andrew refused to look at him. but deep down he knew he couldn't really hate Andrew. if he truly hated him he wouldn't have stuck around him this long to try and form a relationship with him. he wouldn't have bothered renewing their deal after graduating high school. he may have been stubborn and confusing and made aaron want to pull his hair out in frustration, but I don't think hatred for Andrew truly existed in him. For certain actions maybe, but him overall? definitely not.

Aaron Minyard may have been complicated, cranky, and annoyed for the majority of the times we see him, but he never truly hated anyone. not in the way people seem to think at least. and certainly, never the three people hes accused of hating the most.