#and I wanted to feel included in their conversations

[wordsofwhimsy]

ᴄᴜᴛ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ, ᴋɪꜱꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ ʚ♡ɞ

Pairing: Lenless [No Goggles]!Mark Grayson x f!Reader

Warnings: Fucking fiiiilth, smut bitches!!!

Tags: Threats of violence including self harm, absolutely toxic behavior, reader matching his freak in the worst way

Word Count: 2,814

Inspiration: “None of Ur Friends Business” – Ginuwine

Synopsis: Your dangerously unhinged not-boyfriend threatens to “take care” of the friends of yours that keep trying to pull you away from him, and you are having none of it. literally a crazy stand-off

a/n: you know i had to jump on it after this anon message!! god he’s such a damn psychopath, need that 🤪

His hands are warm—too warm—palming your waist like he owns it. The soft press of his mouth against yours is hungry but practiced, like he’s done this in his head a thousand times and tonight he’s just filling in the details.

You’re trying to stay focused. Trying not to melt into him completely. But his knee is nudged between your thighs and your hands are fisted in his shirt and—God—he smells like the night. Wind and sweat and danger.

And he feels it. The shift.

Mark pulls back just barely, his breath brushing against your lips. “What?”

You blink up at him, chest rising and falling too fast. “I… I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

He laughs—low, sharp, a little breathless. “You say that with your hands still on me.”

You pull back further, guilt blooming under your skin. “It’s not me. My friends… they don’t think I should be around you.”

Mark’s eyes flicker, and something inside them cracks. Not anger. Not surprise. Something worse. That slow, dangerous amusement he gets when he’s too far gone to care.

“Ohhh,” he says, sitting back on his heels, still straddling your legs. “Them.”

You shift, tugging the hem of your shirt down, suddenly too aware of how vulnerable you are underneath him.

“They think you’re… I don’t know, unstable,” you murmur. “That I’m not thinking straight when I’m with you.”

He tilts his head, watching you like you’re some kind of puzzle he’s already solved. “And are they wrong?” You hesitate. His grin widens. “Didn’t think so.”

“Mark…”

He leans down again, slower this time, arms caging you in as his voice drops to a whisper. “You think they know what this is? What we are?”

Your heart stutters. “It’s not that simple.”

“It is,” he murmurs, mouth brushing your jaw. “They don’t get a say.”

“You can’t just—”

“Yes, I can.” His eyes meet yours. Calm. Controlled. Unsettling. “Because I don’t care what they think. And you don’t either, not really.”

You shake your head, but it’s weak. Your resistance is paper-thin and he knows it.

“They don’t know what it’s like when you look at me like that,” Mark mutters, voice velvet-dark, “like you want me and hate yourself for it.” You swallow hard, trying to find your footing in a conversation that’s already sinking fast.

“They’re just looking out for me,” you say, weaker than you mean to.

Mark hums, dragging his fingers up your thigh like he’s barely paying attention—which only makes it worse.

“Yeah? Then maybe they should spend less time worrying about you and more time fixing their own messes.” His tone is too casual. Too cutting.

You frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He looks at you like it’s obvious. Like he’s been holding back and is just now getting bored of pretending.

“Let’s start with Lauren,” he says, like he’s choosing a weapon. “She’s real concerned about your well-being for someone who’s still sleeping with her ex behind her current boyfriend’s back.”

You freeze.

“And Maya?” He laughs under his breath. “She’s got a lot to say about how ‘toxic’ I am for a girl who gets blackout drunk just to forget she texts her therapist at 3am.”

“Mark—”

He leans in, grinning, like he’s telling you a secret. “They don’t care about you. They just don’t want you to have something they don’t have.”

You open your mouth to argue, but he cuts you off, voice dropping low and dangerous.

“Especially your girl Sadie.” His eyes are locked on yours now, completely still. “The way she looks at me?”

Your breath catches.

Mark's lips curve into something that’s almost a smirk, but there's something sharp underneath. “So obvious. Like she wants me to look at her the way I look at you. Like she’d lose her mind if I touched her the way I touch you.”

Your skin prickles. “You’re imagining things.”

He chuckles, and the sound is mean. “You really think I don’t notice? She doesn’t even breathe when I walk into a room. Like she’s hoping I’ll slip and touch her by accident.”

His fingers trail up your arm, slow and lazy. “But I won’t. You know why?”

You’re quiet.

He leans in, mouth just brushing your ear. “Because she’s not you.”

You shove at his chest—not hard, but sharp enough to get the message across. “You’re such an asshole.”

Mark barely moves. Just blinks, lazy and slow, like a cat watching its prey squirm.

“Yeah,” he says. “And?”

You sit up, untangling yourself from under him, heart pounding. “You don’t get to talk about them like that. They’re my friends, Mark.”

He watches you now, eyes darkening. The grin slips, just slightly.

“They’re hypocrites,” he says coolly. “They don’t like me because I don’t kiss ass and pretend I’m something I’m not. And you—” He leans in before you can react, voice low and dangerous. “—you like that about me.”

You flinch back. “You don’t know what I like.”

He scoffs. “Don’t I?”

His hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist—not hard, not painful, but firm. Controlled. You freeze.

“That little act you pull?” he says, head tilting. “Like you’re just so confused, like you don’t know if this is right?” His thumb brushes your pulse. “It’s bullshit. You keep coming back. You let me touch you. You want me here.”

Your stomach flips, anger warring with the way your skin burns under his touch.

“I want you gone,” you whisper. He laughs again, and this time it’s ugly. Sharp and disbelieving.

“No, you don’t.” He shifts closer, crowding into your space again. “You’re mad because I said what you’re too scared to admit. That your friends aren’t saints. That Sadie wants me. That deep down, you love the fact that she can’t have me.”

“Mark—”

“You want me all to yourself. And you hate that you do.”

You yank your arm back. “You’re insane.”

He smiles. There’s no denial. No apology.

“You knew that when you let me in your bed.”

You stare at him, heart pounding, jaw clenched so tight it hurts.

“You’re sick,” you whisper, voice shaking. “You think this is normal?”

Mark doesn’t even blink.

“No,” he says easily. “But I think it’s honest.”

You push at him again, harder this time. He lets you—for now. You scramble off the bed, putting distance between you like that could somehow make this safer. Make him safer.

“I’m done,” you say, trying to sound stronger than you feel. “This was a mistake.” He tilts his head, eyes tracking your every move like he’s amused by the performance.

“I really don’t like how much they distract you,” he says, tone casual—too casual. “Your friends.” You go still. Mark’s gaze sharpens. “Always in your ear. Telling you what to think. What to feel. Pulling you away from me.”

“Don’t,” you say, voice rising. “Don’t go there—”

“I’m just saying,” he cuts in, standing now, slow and unbothered. “Maybe it’d be easier if they were gone.”

Your blood turns to ice.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Mark shrugs. “Just a thought. Clean slate. No distractions. Just you and me.”

Your mouth opens—no sound comes out. You swallow, steady yourself, and find your voice. “You don’t mean that,” you whisper. “You’re just trying to scare me.”

His smile is all teeth. “Why would I want to scare you?” He starts to cross the room toward you and you instinctively step back. “I like you,” he says softly. “I don’t want to scare you. I want to protect you. And if that means getting rid of people who are bad for you…”

He trails off, as if he’s genuinely thinking it over. “…then maybe it’s not that crazy.”

“If you touch a single hair on their heads,” you hiss, “I swear to God, you will never get to touch me again.”

Mark goes still for a second, like he’s processing that, weighing it. Then he scoffs. Loud. Dismissive. Cruel. “You think you can stop me?” he says, stepping forward with that wolfish grin. “If I want you—” His voice drops an octave, sickly sweet, almost a purr. “—I’ll just take you.”

And in one motion, without flinching, without breaking eye contact, your hand shoots out to your desk. The cold metal of the scissors hits your palm.

Mark’s smile falters as you lift them up, pressing the tip against your own throat. Just hard enough to leave a mark. Just long enough to make your point.

“I will literally end it right here,” you hiss, voice shaking with fury—not fear. “Do not fuck with me.”

Silence.

Heavy. Dense.

Mark stares at you like he doesn’t even recognize you. Like you just flipped some internal switch he didn’t know existed.

His chest rises, then falls—slow. Controlled.

“…Whoa,” he breathes.

You press the blade in just slightly deeper, enough to make his jaw clench.

“I’m not your little toy,” you snap. “You don’t own me. You don’t get to hurt the people I care about just because you’re obsessed with me.”

“I’m not—”

“Yes, you are,” you spit. “You are absolutely obsessed. And I’ve let you get away with it because you’re hot and you kiss like you invented sin, but I swear to God, Mark—”

You jab the scissors toward him now, and he flinches. The grin is gone. He’s listening.

“You pull one more psycho stunt, and I’m gone. Not just gone—I will erase myself from your life so fast, it’ll make that little broken brain of yours crack in half.”

He blinks. Then runs a hand through his hair, pacing a little like he doesn’t know whether to be angry, aroused, or in awe.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters. “You’re out of your goddamn mind.”

You lower the scissors, your voice cool and even.

“Takes one to know one.”

Mark just stares at you. Breathing hard. Jaw clenched. That frayed little thread of control he was holding onto? It’s gone. Burned up in the fire between you.

And you—you’re still gripping the scissors. Chest rising and falling like you just ran a marathon straight through hell.

“You are,” he says finally, voice low, wrecked. “So out of your fucking mind.”

You toss the scissors onto the desk with a loud clatter.

“Guess you finally met your match.”

He takes one slow, deliberate step toward you. Then another. Eyes locked on yours like he’s looking at the only thing in the world that makes sense anymore.

“You’d really do it,” he mutters, half-laughing. “You’d die just to spite me.”

You blink once. “And you’d kill for me.”

He stops right in front of you now, inches away. His smile is wild. Reverent.

“I’d kill for you,” he echoes, voice rough and quiet, “and you’d die just to spite me.”

A beat passes. Then another.

And it snaps.

He grabs your face with both hands like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, crashing his mouth into yours with zero hesitation—hungry, desperate, possessive. Like he’s been waiting forever to kiss you like this and now he’s afraid someone might take it away.

You kiss him back just as hard.

There’s no hesitation left. No doubts. Just teeth and hands and ragged breath, both of you pulling like you’ll tear the other apart. His hands are everywhere—your waist, your back, fisting in your shirt like he’s anchoring himself.

You gasp into his mouth, tugging at his hair, and he groans like it’s killing him.

“I need this,” he pants against your lips. “Right now.”

You nod, forehead against his, eyes burning.

“Then take it.”

That’s all he needs.

Mark doesn’t hesitate—his mouth crashes back onto yours like gravity just stopped working and you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. One hand fists in your hair while the other slides down, grabs the back of your thigh and lifts, walking you backward like he owns the floor you’re stepping on.

You’re on the bed in seconds. Breathless. Legs parting before you can think, just to feel him there, all heat and muscle and sharp, chaotic want.

“You drive me insane,” he growls, dragging his mouth down your throat. “You threaten me with scissors and then tell me to fuck you—what the hell is wrong with you?”

Your hands claw at his shirt, yanking it up over his head.

“I learned it from you, asshole.”

He laughs—dark and low, mouth brushing your collarbone. “Guess I’m a good influence after all.”

And then he’s everywhere.

His hands are rough, impatient, sliding under your shirt, dragging it up like he can’t get to your skin fast enough. Lips on your chest, your stomach, leaving bruises he wants you to see later. Mark is marking you—no pun intended—like it’s instinct, like he needs people to know whose you are the second they see you.

Your touching him back, his skin is hot under your hands—like he’s burning from the inside out, like if you peeled him open you’d find wildfire and want. His mouth doesn’t just kiss—it consumes, dragging over your skin like he’s trying to eat the memory of your friends, your doubts, your resistance. Like he wants to own every piece of you you’ve ever tried to keep from him.

You feel his smirk when you gasp, when your legs wrap tighter around his waist, dragging him closer. You’re not even sure who started it anymore. You can’t remember who kissed who first. Just that it was inevitable.

“You like this,” he growls against your throat, lips brushing just under your jaw as his fingers trail lower, dragging over your ribs like he’s memorizing them.

You try to sound strong. You try to bite it back.

But the sound you make when his hand slides between your legs? It’s not strong. It’s needy.

Mark fucking shudders.

“Jesus,” he whispers. “You’re soaked.”

“Shut up,” you snap, flushed and breathless. He laughs, and the sound vibrates through you.

His mouth ghosts over your nipple, tongue flicking, teasing. He pulls your underwear down slow, smirking when you arch into him.

His teeth sink into your thigh, just enough to leave a mark, and he groans like he’s been waiting his whole life to hear you say that. And when he finally slides into you, it’s with a low, rough growl—like it takes everything in him not to lose it then and there.

You’re so full, so tight, so perfectly wrong for each other it makes your eyes roll back.

His hips grind deep, hard, like he’s trying to bury himself somewhere beneath your skin. He’s panting in your ear, messy and raw, fingers tangled in your hair while yours scratch down his spine hard enough to leave tracks.

He likes it. You can feel it in the way his pace stutters, the way he moans—raw and low and real.

“I could ruin you,” he gasps against your lips. “You know that?”

“You already did,” you breathe.

And that’s it. That’s when he snaps.

He grabs your thigh, hikes it higher, and slams into you with a force that knocks the air from your lungs. The headboard cracks against the wall, but neither of you care. The room is nothing. The world is nothing.

Just this.

Just him.

Just you.

Your moans turn to sobs, his name ripped from your throat like a confession. “Harder,” you whisper against his neck.

He doesn’t hold back.

Your bodies move like war and worship—teeth clashing, breath tangling, sweat slicking your skin. Every thrust is a promise and a threat.

You moan his name and he mutters, “Say it again.”

“Mark—”

“Louder.”

“Mark—”

He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “You’re mine.”

You don’t disagree.

He’s everywhere.

He’s everything.

And when you cum—shaking, gasping, half-crying—he watches you like he’s witnessing something holy. Like he’s the one being touched by God.

“Mine,” he pants, grinding deeper, chasing his own release. “You’re mine, you’re fucking mine—”

And when he finishes, it’s with a broken, desperate groan, spilling into you like he’s giving you a piece of his soul and doesn’t care what you do with it.

Breathless silence.

Only the sound of your heaving chests, sweaty limbs tangled, skin burning.

Mark buries his face in your neck. His voice is hoarse, barely a whisper. “…You scare the shit out of me.”

You grin weakly, fingers threading through his hair. “Good.”

-------------

Part Two - Brunch Edition!

[hyunjincanraptoo]

Love you better- H.JS

So, LATAM Jisung did something to my heart and I had to write something for him 🫠 I was supposed to also post uno and chill part 2 today but I accidentally fell asleep during the afternoon and since it's already late, I won't be able to finish it. Good thing I have a long holiday and only come back to uni on Thursday so wait for a lot of updates during the following days (including an Easter special fic 🤭). Nari, if you see this, please don't freak out 😚

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: smut, bros code breaking

Alexa, play Friends With Your Ex by Landon Barker

It all started the night you left Chan.

Not in a dramatic, Hollywoodian explosion. No screaming, no shattered plates, just silence. A final, tired “okay”, and the soft click of a door that didn’t reopen.

You didn’t know where to go, so you walked. It didn’t take long for your phone to buzz.

Hannie: you okay?

That was all it took.

He met you at that 24 hour diner which served bad coffee and greasy bacon slices. Han slid the booth across from you like it wasn’t the middle of the night, like you hadn’t just broken up with his best friend.

He didn’t pry, didn’t ask you why it ended, or if you were okay. He just sat there, gave you his hoodie when you started shivering and let you cry into a plate of pancakes.

And since then, he kept showing up.

You’d text each other more. Stupid jokes bloomed into real conversations. He helped you move boxes out of Chan’s place without asking questions. He made you laugh when no one else could. He gave you rides home late at night because ‘it’s not safe for you to walk'. But he never pushed or crossed a line— he just was there for you, in case you needed it.

Until the night everything changed.

You were sitting in his car parked in some random parking lot. Raindrops tapped against the windows, music playing low. You were wearing his hoodie again and this time, your knees were pulled up in the seat, chin resting on top of them.

“I don’t get it”, you murmured, staring at the blur of city lights outside, “How he just… stopped loving me”

Chan had always been a good man. A kind man. But he was never there. Always at the studio, always putting your relationship last. You didn’t break up with him because you stopped loving him— you did it because he forgot how to love you back.

Han exhaled softly, glancing at you from the driver’s seat, “I don’t think he stopped loving you”, he said quietly, “I think… he just didn’t know how to love you the way you needed”.

That made your chest tighten. You turned toward him, realizing there’s something heavy in his gaze— something he’d been trying not to say for weeks.

“Han…”

He leaned in just a little. Not enough to kiss you, just enough for you to feel the heat.

“I shouldn’t want this”, he said quietly, eyes flicking to your mouth.

“Yeah… you shouldn’t”

“But I do”

You don’t remember who leaned in first. Maybe it was him, maybe it was you. But suddenly, your mouths met like you’ve been starving, like every night he held back, rushed to the surface all at once. His hand cupped your jaw, thumb gently brushing your cheek and suddenly you were kissing him hard.

Messy. Desperate. The car windows started to fog with your breath, your bodies twisting in the cramped front seat. Your legs slid over his lap and his hands grabbed your waist as he tried to stop himself— but he couldn't.

“He never touched you like this, did he?”, he murmured against your neck, teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

“That’s so wrong”, you whispered, but you were already pulling his hoodie off.

“Then why does it feel this good? Why aren’t you stopping me, huh?”, he groaned, voice rough as his lips found your collarbone.

Because the truth was— you were not just kissing Han. You were kissing every stolen glance. Every accidental touch. Every night you wished someone saw you the way he always did.

It was messy, forbidden— everything you were not supposed to want.

But in that moment with Han’s hands under your shirt and his voice whispering your name like you owned him— you finally felt wanted again.

“You’re still not stopping me”, Han breathed, voice hoarse against your skin.

He was right, you weren’t. You should. But your fingers were already tangled in the hem of his shirt, already tugging it up, palms sliding over the warm lines of his stomach as you straddled him in the driver’s seat.

Your breath hitched when your hands traced over his inked skin— his tattoos, surprisingly familiar, mapped out across his muscles.

“God”, you whispered, brushing your fingertips over just under his ribs, “These always drove me crazy”.

Han let out a low groan, eyes closing as he leaned into your touch, “You’ve barely seen them” he said, voice rough.

“I saw enough”, you whispered, lips ghosting over his neck, “I just didn’t let myself want to. It had been three long weeks, you know”

His hands found your hips like instinct when you grinded down on his lap, head falling back against the headrest. “Fuck”, he groaned.

You kissed him again, your teeth clashing slightly. He moaned into your mouth like he didn’t care that this was sinful. Bros code? He barely remembered it existed.

His hands were everywhere— trailing up your thighs, gripping your hips, sliding under your shirt until he gripped your bare waist like he needed to hold on or he’d have lost himself completely.

“We can’t do this, Yn… Tell me to stop”, he said suddenly, breath shaking.

But your reply was a soft, “Don’t stop”, whispered into the curve of his neck. You didn’t want him to stop, not when he touched you like that.

You rolled your hips over his lap slowly and he let out the filthiest sound you’ve ever heard from him.

Han’s hands gripped you tighter, his jaw clenched. “Jesus”, he muttered, kissing down your jaw, “You’ve been in my head for weeks. Every time you looked at me like you needed me… I couldn’t think straight”

You whimpered as he slid his hand under your bra, gently, thumbs brushing over your nipples. He pulled your shirt up, just enough to kiss the curve of your chest, hot and desperate, leaving a purple stain there. Even though it was sloppy and frantic, it made you cry out his name.

“Hannie…”

That definitely did something to him. His eyes flicked up, then he pulled you back in for another kiss— this time deeper, filthier, full of tongue and need and everything he’d been holding back.

You could feel how hard he was beneath you, straining in his jeans, as you rocked down again, dragging a soft whine from his throat.

“You keep doing that and I’m not gonna last”, he growled.

“I don’t want you to last”, you whispered, “I just want you to”

He let out a harsh exhale, more like a curse, then leaned forward. “Backseat”, he muttered, eyes dark with lust, “Now”.

You crawled over, and he followed right behind, pulling the door shut with one hand and dragging your hips into his lap again. This time, it was faster, hungrier. He slid your panties down your thighs without fully undressing you, and the thrill of it made your pulse race.

His fingers slid between your legs, and he cursed under his breath. “Damn, you’re soaked”

You arched into his touch, head falling back. “This is so bad”, you pant, “So, so… ah… wrong”

“Then why…”, he murmured, kissing the corner of your lips as he sank two fingers inside you without any warnings, “Does it feel so fucking good?”

You gasped, grinding down against his hand, and he watched you unravel, like he was trying to memorize every twitch, every moan, every part of you.

He fucked you with his fingers slow at first, curling them just right, until your hips were jerking and your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Let me make you forget him”, he whispered.

And god, you did. You fell apart in his lap with his name on your lips, and when you came down, trembling and breathless, he already got his jeans undone, already guiding you on him with a look that said: ‘Please, just this once, let me have you’.

You took him teasingly slow. As you sank down on him, your fingers clutched the back of the seat, lips parted in shock at how good it felt— how right it felt even when it shouldn’t.

His hands held your hips, anchoring you as you started to move.

The car rocked, the windows fogged and the world outside disappeared.

All that was left was Han— his body, his voice, his mouth. The desperate gasps, and whispered curses.

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart…. better than I ever imagined”, he groaned, head falling back.

That made you pause, “You… imagined this before?”

With eyes closed shut, he nodded, breath shaky, chest rising and falling fast. “Every time something went wrong”, he whispered, voice wrecked. “Every time he ignored your feelings cause he was at the studio. Every time you showed up glowing in a new dress and he barely looked at you before saying you looked pretty cause he had a deadline”

A choked sound escaped him— half groan, half confession— as he thrusted into you again. “Fuck… every time I thought, ‘I could be better for her. I could actually make her happy’ “.

Your eyes stung. From the overwhelming pleasure but also from him. From the way he was baring himself to you in a way no one else ever has.

You blinked, lashes heavy with tears, a lump forming in your throat. And then you kissed him. Hard. Deep. With everything— every buried feeling, every confused moment over the past few weeks.

You kissed him like he was the only thing that made sense in the middle of the wreckage you’d been walking through. And he kissed you back like he’d been waiting years. Like this was a secret he was finally allowed to speak.

His thrusts started to lose rhythm, stuttering, desperate, like he was chasing the edge just as hard as you were. The windows were completely fogged now, your skins slick with sweat, your hands gripping his shoulders like they’re the only solid thing left in the world.

You were so close it hurt, each grind sending heat spiraling low in your belly, pressure curling tight until you gasped, eyes wide and unfocused.

“Fuck, I’m…” you started, but he cut you off.

“I know, me too, just come with me”

And when he reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face, all while looking at you like you were the whole sky, that was what tipped you over. Your body tensed, then unraveled all at once— hot and shuddering, pleasure crashing over you in waves so strong you almost forgot to breathe.

He followed with a low moan of your name, hands gripping your hips as he came, pulling you down hard against him one last time.

Everything went silent, save for the sound of your panting breaths and the soft hum of the car engine.

You were still wrapped around him when he murmured, “I meant it, you know”

You blinked, heart still racing, “What?”

“All of it”, he said, voice low. “I know it is still soon, but I could be better for you. I want to be. I want to make you happy”

Your chest tightened. No one had ever said something like that after sex. Not to you, not like that.

You leaned forward, brushing your nose against his, and whispered, “You already are”

Han smiled, lazily and crooked, and then he added, “Also… you definitely ruined my backseat forever”

You laughed, breathless and full of something bright and warm and real. “Worth it, tho” you say.

“Guess we’ll just have to use the front seat next time”, he grinned.

You laughed harder this time, still tangled together, still flushed and bare and glowing. And then, you realized:

You might be completely fucked up

But maybe… you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

Comment in any post if you want to be added :)

Taglist: @hyyunjinnn , @jehhskz , @mbioooo0000 , @nightmarenyxx , @rozsdascsaptelep , @thatonegirlonhere , @notmedina127, @sweetlifeofjoy , @jeonginsleftcheek , @yelhsaa , @my-neurodivergent-world

If you enjoyed it please consider liking and reblogging. Feedbacks, loves notes and requests are very much appreciated 😊

[venonomnomicon]

here is the recently updated report menu

2. get a grip, buddy. i'm going off of the existing enforcement of rules where they already consistently nuke, for example, black people, trans women and discussion therein using their content guidelines to provide plausible deniability. this is not a hypothetical, this is an ongoing pattern of moderation levied against marginalized groups.

3. the reason you don't see rules created to prevent the promotion of eating disorders being used to shutdown unrelated discussion is because there is no such political movement as skinny liberation.

4. the rest of this is irrelevant. i really want to argue with your embarrassing 90s BDSM scare style definition of what is literally just a hard kink scene with a significant number of problematic members. i believe you have a fundamental misunderstanding not just of this kink but of how kinks operate, like, in general (including the weird bending straws about what constitutes sexual - it's a kink. duh.) it would not be an overstatement that the level of misunderstanding you are on is a critical part in how people who, for example, forcefully involve partners and strangers in their kink without following standard kink consent practices are able to justify it. if anybody else sees this and wants to hop on it, feel free. it is, frankly, not my conversation to have. regardless, i don't feel it pertinent to because:

5. the fact that tumblr has and will levy its terms of service uncharitably to attack minority groups, and that there are troll circles who will take advantage of this, is not a hypothetical. additionally, the fact that this was chosen over categorizing it as sexual is striking both as an insult to the fraught relationship between fat people and EDs, and as a sign of mullenweg-led tumblr's mismatched priorities as it sputters and dies while trying to cater to an increasingly bigoted, misinformed, sex-negative sociopolitical environment.

i do not think that talk about "promoting overeating" will ban discussion about fat people, but rather that it is providing a hammer for fatphobic circles to wield and the plausible deniability for staff to pretend it was for a justified reason. your account is wiped, returning to the platform is ban evasion, you may as well have been posting what they said you did. you will not be let back in and if you try enough times you risk things to the level of the fucking CEO himself personally trying to sexually humiliate you on twitter. that has been their previous MO: now they have progressed to being able to accuse you of encouraging self harm for what may range from "consensually participating in a hard kink space" (one that is well tagged and already covered under mature content) to "talking about fat liberation in a way that pisses a circle of trolls off"

i think what's the most wild about the tumblr ToS change isn't that they specifically named and banned feederism / """encouraged overeating""" but more that they put it specifically under encouraging eating disorders rather than, like, sexual content. like. it's a fetish. it's a sex thing. but they purposefully put it in the same section as like, diagnosable life threatening disorders like anorexia.

obviously what matters is that they basically just put "being positive about fat people" as against ToS so now annoying concern trolling proana types can just mass report anything fatlib related that they don't like. and putting it in the eating disorder category is wayyy easier to use that way, because you can literally just make the argument that any fat liberation adjacent argument is "encouraging fatness" or whatever the fuck

[fairestwriting]

hello! may I request hcs on how the first years are when they're dating their housewarden's younger sister?

𐙚 Ace Trappola

Oh, you know he’s smug about it. He was kind of averse to the idea of even getting too close at first, thinking Riddle’s younger sister surely would be a rule freak like Riddle himself is, not really someone he’d want to associate with…

But, who would’ve guessed, you two turned out to get along just fine. You seem to appreciate his humor, and Ace appreciates that in return. ”Y’know, I thought you’d be all uptight like your big brother. I guess that gene skipped you, huh?” He jokes one day, and he just keeps on doing his thing, whether he’s under Riddle’s scrutiny or not. What’s he gonna do about it anyway? He’s not breaking any rules by just hanging out with his sister, is he now?

His attitude honestly doesn’t change that much when you two get more serious. He’s totally unsurprised to learn that Riddle wasn’t really that thrilled by you dating a troublemaker like him. Of course he treats you well, but it’s the same sort of treatment you’d get even if you had never heard of Riddle Rosehearts in your life. Maybe he’s a little more generous with gifts, especially snacks, knowing your mother doesn’t let you have them at home. But that’s as “different” as it’ll get.

Whenever you two are spending time together and Riddle is also around, he makes sure to be in his very best behavior just to spite him. It doesn’t always work, if only because of the sheer amount of rules that Riddle remembers summed up to his now actual desire to humble Ace is definitely… a force to be reckoned with. But, well, so is Ace. Riddle never gets his way when that happens either, because Ace is just cackling away when Riddle slaps that collar on him for the third time this week.

𐙚 Deuce Spade

Part of his desperate attempts to become a “true honors student” includes properly introducing himself to any new people he meets, which means asking for their full name and giving his in return. He’s decided he must redouble his efforts to be cautious and polite around you as soon as he heard you say Rosehearts right after your first name. He ends up nervously asking, ”Oh. Rosehearts, like… our dorm leader?” and you confirm you’re Riddle’s younger sister. That just confirms his own thought process to him.

Deuce is honestly genuinely scared. Not of you, of course! Over time he finds that he really enjoys talking to you, your conversations flowing easily. Deuce is surprised he could even have so much fun with another person, even though he has and has plenty of fun with other friends— It’s just that the knowledge you’re Riddle’s sister… never really leaves the background of his thoughts.

He knows Riddle didn’t get the best impression of him, and he doesn’t necessarily regret his own actions from that time. Now though, that he’s starting to really notice his crush on you, and he wants to ask you out properly— Would it really be right to do that when he’s in bad terms with your family? Deuce is conflicted. It’s not a thing of believing you need Riddle’s permission to date him or anything, he’d just feel… kind of bad, knowing his girlfriend’s brother thinks of him as some unserious delinquent. He wants it to be known that he only wants the absolute best for you!

So… he tries. Like Ace, he’s in his very best behavior whenever there’s a chance Riddle might be around, with about the same success rate. Except he really apologizes profusely every time he learns he’s breaking a rule, promising he’ll remember it in the future — He probably won’t, but the same is true for any other normal person, really — in a way that honestly surprises Riddle sometimes? As much as your brother will always be at least a little bit distrustful of any guy that comes close to you, in some situations, even he can’t do anything but admit that yeah, Deuce is nothing if not dedicated to that “mission” of his.

𐙚 Jack Howl

Leona was basically his idol for so long, you know he’s kept up with what little media appearances he had. Nothing crazy, anything more than just watching the few interviews he’s given or the broadcasted Magift games just gets into celebrity gossip territory, and Jack doesn’t like that— But basically, he’s watched just about enough to see you on a screen, and yeah, he always thought you were really pretty, but that was all there was to it for a long time.

He did get… pretty disappointed with Leona when he met him, yeah, but he doesn’t let it affect how he views you. You’re his sister, not an extension of his person, it’d be silly to make assumptions like that. Jack is as polite to you as he is to everyone else, and he’s pleased to discover you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. That it’s actually really fun to talk to you, even though he usually doesn’t like talking to people much.

When you actually get together, Jack starts to get pretty nervous. He’s serious about dating, as we all know. If he’s asked you out, it’s because he really wants to be with you. And that means family gets involved. He’s more than happy to introduce you to his, but yours, well— He’s never thought he’d struggle with a significant other’s family, but you’re a literal princess…

It’s not at all about Leona though. None of Jack’s hesitations over your relationship have anything to do with him, really. In fact, telling Leona that you two are together is something he sees as a sort of “practice session” for the day he meets your entire family, and Leona is just fine with it. You’re clearly happy, and he has no intentions of smothering you, especially when you’re dating Jack Howl out of all people— He knows the guy literally wouldn’t even dream of trying anything funny.

𐙚 Epel Felmier

Epel is out of the loop, even if he’s seen Vil on the TV screen back home, he never used social media enough to fully grasp how much of an influence he had over anyone. And you’re so insanely pretty, so much more than any girl he’s ever met, he ends up blurting out a ”Wow, if I didn’t know you better, I would’ve guessed you and Vil-san are related!”

…So that’s how he realizes the situation he’s gotten into, not too long after you two start talking, and his crush on you begins to take shape. And he’s intimidated, yeah. Anyone would be. But at the same time… Epel couldn’t bring himself to lie about how proud of himself he feels. Like this is just insane to him. He hears more and more about how famous and important Vil is every day, and you, his younger sister, decided to hang out with him out of all people? Wow. He feels so important now.

But, as much as his unease grows as you two get closer, he’s not about to let it stop him. He knows he’s not experienced or anything like that, but if he’s going to be your boyfriend, Epel’s top priority is making sure you get treated right. He’ll still be opening doors for you even months into your relationship. Hell, he’ll even make a good effort at learning all the fancy dining etiquette he hates, so he can have a proper introduction dinner with your family.

Epel figures that, even if Vil was pretty protective, he couldn’t scoff at him for… doing his best to be a good boyfriend to you, could he? He’s heard you mention how picky Vil is with the boys you talk to, most of his issue is when they’re not trying hard enough. That doesn’t apply to him, he’s determined to make it so that it never does too— And he wins on that front. Vil sees how happy you are and how well he treats you. He can’t complain about Epel. It still surprises him sometimes.

𐙚 Sebek Zigvolt

Honestly, he’s scared to do as much as touch a single hair on your head. You’re literally Malleus’ sister. His crush is not recent at all, the two of you having met long before Sebek even considered attending NRC— And Sebek himself having, at some point, quietly decided that he should content himself with a life of (not so) silent, distant pining…

…Meanwhile, you most likely think of him as just a kind longtime acquaintance. A real oddball, for sure, but he’s never been anything but kind to you. Maybe you even see him as a sort of friend. When you both were younger you really didn’t get to meet a lot of people your age, but Sebek was often there, and he always listened to what you had to say— Even though he’d often blurt out lines like ”M-My Lady, I’m simply your family’s servant, we must both keep that in mind…!”

Because of this specific dynamic between the two of you, you’ll… pretty much have to make most of the first moves. And Sebek is receptive to them, despite all his claims that you two shouldn’t get “too” close at all. It’s a little endearing, how flustered he gets over pretty much everything— Eventually, though, he tells himself he has to get it together, it’s clear that you wanted a relationship with him, and he knows very well he wants a relationship with you. As much as it goes against… nothing but his own mentally edited version of the rules related to his position, as soon as he decides to get serious with you, he gets really serious.

As for Malleus’ opinion on the whole thing… well. It’s Sebek. Malleus would usually be very, very protective over his beloved younger sister’s chosen partners but, he knows Sebek. He knows him maybe even better than he wants to— And he knows, even before he sees him insisting to carry your schoolbag while you’re on your way to class together, that he wouldn’t dare to offer you anything less than his very best efforts. Malleus is a little surprised that he actually managed to get over that sort of idol worship thing he had towards your family to the point that he asked you out, but he’s pleased. You definitely have his blessing. And bonus points for keeping Sebek too busy to be as neurotic over him as he usually is, Malleus does appreciate the extra quiet time.

if you like my work you can support me by commissioning me or tipping me on ko-fi ── ᵎᵎ ✦

[sulumuns-dootah]

(I forgot the lore about demons visiting earth so just pretend this works LOLOL) How do you think the kings and maybe even Foras be like visiting earth in a human disguise with MC and witnessing them be possessive and bolder (think like slinging their arm around them, obvious flaunting hand holding, etc) when other humans hit on him? Thank youu I love your writing and your interpretation of scenarios they're so fun💕

WHB kings (+ Foras) reaction to reader being more posessive when someone hits on them

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

A/N: Hehe, I got this request in January and, funnily enough, got to it now that we actually have an event in the human world :D

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Oho?

What is this?

There's no way Satan just saw you do that

This is so unlike the you he's gotten used to in Hell

So out of character and... so hot

Safe to say that your next destination is some remote back alley or smth

Don't think even for a second that he missed the subtle glow of anger around your body

       ༺☆༻

Funnily enough, Mammon won't even realise that he's being hit on

All his subjects act like that too, so nothing's out of the ordinary, no?

But that's when you latch onto his side, glaring at the other person until they get the message

He'll just pat your head, kinda puzzled, when they finally leave

You'll have to patiently explain to him what just transpired

Will actually be proud of you for trying to protect what's yours

       ༺☆༻

Someone coming up to Levi is kinda rare

With how scary and disgusted with everyone he looks

But the unmistakeable tinge of jealousy in the air alerts him that something's up

His head snaps to you to see your intense stare at anyone around you

At first he's unsure what is going on but then he notices the way other humans are looking at him

Suddenly everything makes sense

Your possessiveness over him endears him so he'll make sure to reward you for it later :)

       ༺☆༻

On the other side of a coin

Foras gets approached all the time

The first time you enter yourself into the conversation by slipping your hands around his waist he gets startled

He's never seen you display such boldness before

But the more it happens, the more he enjoys it

Still, though, he doesn't want you to feel like you have to do it bc his dedication to you is unavavering

And he makes sure to remind you of that every time

       ༺☆༻

Oh this lovable bastard

The moment he notices how possessive you get when he talks to someone other than you, will start doing it on purpose

He'll try to get as much people to stop him as he can just so he can feel you quietly seethe

Even when you tell him to stop, he won't... unless...?

The next time someone approaches him, smile brightly and say 'Oh, isn't he wonderful? And he's great friends with all his exes, including me!'

Yeah, he's pretty cool and ...???

Exes? You?

Safe to say he won't continue that little teasing game of his anymore

       ༺☆༻

With Belphie you don't even need to get possessive bc he ultimately shuts down anyone who tries to talk to him even for a valid cause

'Sir, you can't walk in there!' *ignores*

So when someone tries to hit on him, he'll just ignore them and pull you closer or lean on you more

The person doesn't need to feel disappointed though, bc Beleth is usually following the two of you and he isn't as rude as Belphie and will hand his summoning instructions to anyone interested

And you can bet he will be sleeping soundly for the time being with the amount people he gets

       ༺☆༻

To make things even worse, Asmo gets approached by people he already knows

And even if you do try to establish possession over him, both the person and Asmo will just shrug it off

There's no need to storm off or pout for long tho

Eventually, Asmo will introduce you as his partner and the person will finally get the hint to fuck off

"Huhu, you're really cute while jealous. Say, on the way I saw a perfect back alley, should you want to remind me to whom I fully belong."

       ༺☆༻

The way I see Luci (having whopping 0 of his cards :D), he strikes me to be really awkward when someone he doesn't know approaches him out of the blue

Here, your task is to come up wiht an excuse to pull the demon away from the person

"Terribly sorry, but me and my fiancé are already running late to his brother's 5th aeon birthday party"

It doesn't go unnotice that you called him your finacé, though :)

And to be completely honest, despite the idea of engagement being not common in Hell, Luci likes that title more than just 'boyfriend'

[solemnvelvetangel]

"Everybody wants a piece of you..." - Jealousy head cannons pt. 2

Characters Included: Osamu Dazai, Michizo Tachihara, Nikolai Gogol

Content warning: Mention of a gun in Nikolai's section

When you forget to post on tumblr for almost a year lmao.

___

“It just isn’t fair, what you put in the air. I don’t wanna’ share…”

Osamu Dazai

This man is into you.

Like… really into you.

I strongly believe that once Dazai truly falls for someone, that person will be the only one for him.

He’s had plenty of fleeting romances and flings, but you’re his first serious relationship. His first love. The first person he has ever let in. The first person to still love him despite all of his faults.

Because of that, you’re the light of his life, and he will do anything to keep you.

Despite his goofy and nonchalant demeanor, Dazai is very much a jealous man.

He doesn’t mind someone touching you, as long as it is completely platonic.

He doesn’t mind people being attracted to you. After all, you’re beautiful, of course there would be people who appreciate your looks and personality. Little crushes never hurt anyone, anyway…

However, it’s if they choose to act upon their crush and make advances on you that strikes a nerve with him.

Naturally, Dazai craves closeness with you. If anyone openly threatens the bond that you share, he gets protective.

In other words: he is deeply offended by the sheer audacity of someone coming on to his lover knowing that you’re with him.

Most would tend to think he’s whiny and loud with his jealousy, but he’s the opposite.

He shows his feelings of jealousy so subtly, you almost wouldn’t notice a difference in his demeanor.

Almost…

He’ll purse his lips, crack his knuckles and neck (a nervous habit of his), he’ll shift closer to you, he might interject into the conversation and try to change the subject.

He’ll only say something if you’re clearly uncomfortable or the person is upsetting you somehow.

As much as he’s jealous, he doesn’t want to make it seem like he’s trying to take away your autonomy.

He values your good opinion, and he wants nothing more than for you to feel safe and comfortable.

“I’m sorry if I get protective, need these boys to get the message…”

Michizo Tachihara

Tachihara is naturally protective of people he cares for, but he’s most protective of you.

He’s seen a lot of messed up stuff during his time as a Hunting Dog and being undercover in the Port Mafia, so he has always felt unsafe one way or another.

You were the first person he felt truly safe around.

Because both of his jobs are so demanding, he often fears that you’re unsatisfied with what little time you can spend together.

You best believe that he tries his damn hardest though. He puts a lot of effort into your relationship.

A lot of times he feels that your bond is delicate like a fraying thread, it could snap at any minute.

So when he feels someone is trying to get in between the two of you, they’re immediately on his radar.

Honestly, Tachihara will only notice if someone is interested in you when they’re being upfront and very flirtatious towards you.

Tachihara becomes a guard dog when anyone tries to get too close for his liking.

Typically he will just give dirty looks or throw in a few sassy remarks if someone hits on you in front of him.

If it goes on for a while, Tachihara can and will be aggressive.

His mindset is: “If you keep hitting on my partner, I’ll just take it as an invitation to beat your ass.”

He can and will fight people who disrespect you or your relationship.

“I get reckless, I’m obsessive. I’m pathetic and possessive…”

Nikolai Gogol

Oh, good lord…

This man is obsessed.

How can he not be? You allow him to be himself and let him have his fun.

You’re also the first person he has formed a genuine bond with, so he treasures you like a lost man in a desert treasures an oasis.

He’s very, very attached to you.

He always wants your attention, so anyone who takes up your time is often met with some hostility.

Depending on his mood, he will be passive-aggressive or he will be straight aggressive

He knows that you love him and would never cheat, he just doesn’t trust other people.

He also just doesn't like when your attention is on someone else for long periods of time (he's kind of an attention whore).

He can and will force himself between you and whoever you're talking to that's making him jealous.

“Why, hello! I'm Nikolai, their partner. And who might you be? What's your name?”

He will ask them a lot of questions and have a very unsettling smile on his face while doing so.

This is in hopes that they will get really uncomfortable and walk away.

When it comes to situations like this, he will use his mischief-making tendencies to his advantage.

He will find many ways to inconvenience them.

There's nothing stopping him from opening a portal above their head and dumping a bottle of ginger ale on their head.

Or, depending on how fiercely and shamelessly they were flirting with you, pointing a gun at them.

He's a little trigger happy when it comes to you.

[txniesha]

Complication Sylus x Non!MC reader Pt.3

Synopsis: Sylus says no love is purer than his, which is true. But he forgot to include that no obsession is more intense then his.

CW: SMUT and it is explicit, cursing, some angst but not a lot, typos, grammar. Other LI are mention. Zayne x non!mc

A/N: thank you guys for liking the first two parts, y'all I been working on this for like 4 days because I lowkey been busy but also the Zayne scenesssss. I take..inspiration.....from my own experiences. Hope you guys enjoy! Tagging is allot of work I hope I didn't miss anyone

Words: 5092

You spent the rest of that night drinking your frustration (and embarrassment) away, drowning your sorrows in 1942 anejo and deftones. You woke up the next morning feeling like shit, not remembering the rest of the night after your third glass of tequila. When you checked your phone, you saw you had a few missed calls from some friends and two missed calls from Sylus. You scoffed seeing his name and were going to text him to see why he had called but was surprised you had already texted him. You open it and read the message “fuck me” you curse as you read the texting containing your resignation from Tarus within it. You had gone off on Sylus calling him every name in the book as well as stating ‘don’t come looking for me dickhead’ at the end of the message. “What the actual fuck did I do” you say frantically typing out a text to Sylus before stopping. You realized if you didn't send this text, you would never have to deal with Sylus again, but you would be out of a job for a few weeks, which you were perfectly fine with considering you had more than enough money saved up. If you did, you would never be able to get rid of the feeling you had for Sylus, to be able to rid yourself of the resentment that you held for him picking another woman over you. The two of you would never be able to have a ‘normal’ boss/employee relationship, it would always be something more there. Words left unsaid, calls you wanted to make but couldn't because he's there with her, feelings left unrecognized. You just couldn't deal with that, not after last night. You sighed, putting your phone down, and going to take a shower. 

 When you got out and were getting dressed you went into your purse searching for a pair of earrings you had sworn you packed but instead came across the business card you had acquired yesterday. You smiled looking down at the card ‘Zayne Li Chief surgeon Asko Hospital xxx-xxx-xxxx' you took this as a sign to finally call him. You put the number into your phone, confidently pressing the green call button. The phone rang maybe twice when a soft voice spoke on the other end “Dr. Li speaking” he says, the statement sounding monotone. “Hey Doctor, this is [name], we met yesterday at the airport” you say a little nervously, you didn't know why you were nervous, but you just brushed it off. The line went quiet for a moment before he made a sign of acknowledgement “I remember, I didn't actually think you would call” he sounded amused now, but his voice was still a bit monotone. You could hear the sound of a chair moving back making you picture him in his office, stretched back at his desk with a smile on his face while speaking to you. It made you feel like a schoolgirl talking to your crush.  “Did you call for more information on the health risk of smoking cigarettes” he says in a way that made it impossible for you to tell if it was a joke or him being serious. You let out a laugh at this statement sitting down on the couch that was in the room kicking your legs giddily at the conversation “no I'm calling to invite you out to lunch” you say biting on your manicured nail nervously, “that's if you're not busy” you quickly add. The line goes quiet for a second and you hear the sound of papers rustling. He speaks up after a moment “No I'm not busy, I just finished with my last patient. When do you want to meet?” he says. You let out a small sigh of relief putting the phone on mute for a second as you let out a squeal, you clear your throat and unmute the phone “in an hour if that's okay, I'm staying in a hotel that has a pretty good restaurant. I've heard plenty of good things about it” you say, your nervous habit of biting your nail coming back once again. He doesn't hesitate this time, “that sounds fine, text me the location and I'll be there in an hour” he says softly. You go on mute again and let out a squeal and do one of those happy jumps for a second before quickly composing yourself and unmute “I'll be waiting” you say coolly, he just hums, and you end the call.  

For your lunch with Zayne, you wanted to make sure you looked good, putting on a black strapless satin maxi dress with white and gold heels and gold Jewlery to match. You looked down at one of the rings that you were putting on realizing it was one that Sylus had gotten you for your birthday. It was a solid gold band with your birthstone in the middle and an inscription saying ‘eternal.’ When you had first gotten it, you were confused looking up at Sylus with a big grin on your face and a raised brow “what do you mean by eternal” you said looking over to him where he sat across the dinner table sipping on his wine. He put the glass down and grabbed your right hand slipping the ring onto your ring finger, you looked down at your hand confused and then back at him. He smiled, this one was different from the other smiles, it was softer “that's how long I'll be here for you, how long I’ll care for you” he said bringing your hand to his lips and kissing the ring finger. That memory was one you held dear for a long time but now, now you wonder if it was just a sick cruel joke he was playing on you. If he had meant anything he said, anything he had ever done for you or of you were just a place holder for when he eventually found his way back to her. Your eyes watered at the memory, and you quickly blinked the tears away pulling the ring off your finger and flinging it onto the bed.  

The hour to get ready to meet Zayne passed quickly and you were now rushing out of the door to get downstairs to meet him. You saw him as soon as you stepped out of the elevator, he looked even more beautiful than the last time you saw him. His gaze found yours quickly and he smiled softly as he saw you walking over to meet you halfway. He was wearing a three-piece suit again, this one a cream color and the sleeves weren't rolled up this time. “I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long” you say as you approached him. He laughs softy looking you up and down “no, I would say you’re right on time, you look...good” he says the last part a bit awkwardly, you could see the tip of his ears go red despite the stoic look on his face. You laugh at his compliment and smile, “thank you, I already made the reservation for the restaurant” The restaurant inside the hotel was elegant but modern—sleek marble tables, soft jazz humming through the speakers, and light filtering in through high arched windows. You picked a table by the window, one with a perfect view of Linkon City’s skyline, hoping the bright setting would keep your mind off darker thoughts. You pulled your phone out taking a picture of the Linkon skyline wanting to capture the moment. You looked over to Zayne seeing he was watching you with a small smile on his face. You smile and apologize to him, to which he just shook his head still keeping that soft smile on his face. The server came over and got your drink orders to which you got a glass of Dom Perignon vintage, and he got some mocktail that sounded overly sweet. “You don't drink Doctor” you ask him as you looked over the menu. “No, I try not to because I don't hold alcohol very well” he says not looking up from the menu. You were about to respond when you heard a familiar voice cut through the soft jazz music. 

 It wasnt a lot of people in the restaurant so it wasnt hard to tell her voice through the noise of others, especially when it was a voice you had begun to hate. You gripped the edge of your menu tightly as you clenched your jaw, you stopped yourself from looking over at her as you already had a feeling who she would be with. You felt a soft hand touch yours and you looked up at Zayne, his expression showing concern “are you alright?” he says softly. You shook your head forcing a smile “I'm fine” you choke out. He shakes his head, his long slender fingers wrapping around your wrist, his index finger pressing against your vein “Your complexion has paled, your pulse quickened, and your breathing has become a bit erratic. Those are not the symptoms of someone that claims to be fine” he says a bit sternly. You wanted to snap at him, to snatch your hand away but you didn't. You liked that he showed concern, and the warmth of his hand wrapped around your wrist. You went to respond but this time were stopped by her calling your name, both you and Zayne looked back at her. He was a bit surprised to see her also and you were (not) all that surprised to find Sylus standing behind her. His face was hard as he looked at you and it was an expression you had never seen before. Zayne stood to greet her making your eyebrows furrow “MC, I didn't expect to see you here” he says his tone the same as ever. She smiled “I didn't either especially not with [name]” Her comment was so backhanded, so...petty, that you couldn't stop yourself from rolling your eyes and sucking your teeth. This wasnt something that went unnoticed with the three of them looking over at you. Sylus smirked bit at your reaction, and you stand not wanting to deal with his unbearable interaction any longer. “I’m going to the restroom, I'll be back” you saying smiling at Zayne giving his arm a slight squeeze. You were already walking away before Zayne could even respond not missing the “what's wrong with her” coming from MCs mouth. Your hands balled into tight fists as you walked away. You wanted to go back and slap that stupid fucking smile off her face, but instead you just kept walking. Instead of going to the restroom you stopped by the Maitre d stand and asked if one of them had a cigarette, thankfully one did.   

You stood outside of the hotel smoking a cigarette with shaking hands, taking long drags as your mind raced. “i thought you would be here” a voice speaks up behind you. You sigh deeply, turning to look at Sylus as he stood there, his expression unreadable. You continue to smoke the cigarette “Stop pretending you fucking care” you snap at him. He just stands there and looks at you and then he grabs your right hand causing the cigarette to fall out of your hand. You scowl trying to pull your hand away, but he holds it firmly “the fuck are you doing” you say angrily. “Where is it” he says harshly glaring down at you. You sigh angrily looking away from him “I took it off, now let me go” you say pulling your hand again. He backs you up against the wall, grabbing your face making you look at him “You’re not allowed to take it off, you're not allowed to quit, and you damn well aren't allowed to be on dates with other men” he says sternly his face close to yours. “Why are you being like this, you're here with her right now, you left me for her last night, everything you do you do it for her. I don't get why you're acting as if you actually care about me when she's the one you want; I'm just something coming in between the two of you and I don't understand why you would make me feel as if I mattered to you. Why you go to the lengths you do to sit and play in my fucking face as if your heart isn't in there with that bitch. Why does everyone around her act like she's their entire fucking world. I matter too Sylus, I have feelings just like she does and for you to continue to choose her over me it hurts!” Your voice raised with every word, your eyes watering more and more as you spoke and he just stood there, looking at you. “I meant what I said even if I was drunk don't contact me, don't try to find me, stop thinking of me as yours because I'm not” you say pushing him away forcefully causing him to stumble back. 

 You walk back into the restaurant quickly, wiping any evidence of the interaction you just had away, seeing Zayne still sitting there at the table. He smiles as you approach, and you sit down at the table “everything went well in the...restroom” he says his tone light. You nod smiling and pick up your glass of Dom, quickly downing it. He looks at you with a hint of amusement on his face and his brow raised, “everything is okay now’ you say straightening your dress out. He hums and nods his head. You looked over as you felt eyes burning into the back of your head, seeing Sylus a few tables away staring at you and you ignored him. The rest of your lunch was spent with you and Zayne getting to know one another, the conversation was unlike any other you had with a man before. He listened, took interest in what was being said, and gave you advice (even if wasnt asked for). When lunch was coming to a close you found yourself wanting to spend more time with him. He sat eating his overly sweet dessert that was covered in chocolate, and you raised your brow. “Don't you know all that sugar is bad for your teeth?” You said amused, he looked up at you and shrugged. “I'm a doctor I know all the health risks that excessive amounts of sugar bring. But just one sweet a day will not kill you” he says taking a bite of the dessert. “I'm not a big fan of sweets” you say taking a sip of your champagne. He raised his brow “weird” he says quietly. You laugh “I heard that.” He looks at you with a smile “I said it loud enough for you to hear it” he says with a playful eyeroll. The server comes and puts down the check and he swiftly grab it sticking his card in the bill and handing it back to the server. You smile “I could've paid you know, Dom isn't cheap” you say, and he just shrugs “I'm not short on cash so I don't mind” he says. You two finished up your lunch and he offered to walk you back up to your room like the gentleman he was.  

When the two of you arrive at your door you smile at him “well this is me” you say shrugging and he nods. You grab his sleeve “you don't have to leave just yet though, stay if you’re not busy.” He hesitates for a moment and then once again just nods, his expression unreadable.  You swipe the card to open your room and push it open holding it long enough for Zayne to answer. You slip your heels off sighing and put your purse on the table nearest the door. Zayne walks over to the open curtains looking out over Linkon “This hotel has some really nice views” he says as he looks out the window. You hum in agreement sitting on the bed and rubbing your feet. He looks over at you “the heels you're wearing are terrible for your feet; the arch isn't deep enough to support comfort and are too high. It's recommended that you only wear heels no higher than 3 inches” he says walking over to the bed and sitting next to you. He gestures to your feet “may I?” he asks softly. You nod and he grabs your legs slinging them over his lap. His hands work expertly down your legs, massaging the tight parts in your calves before finally reaching your feet. You bite your lip suppressing a moan as he worked his magic, he wasnt even doing this in a sexual way but the actions were turning you on. “I didn't know it was part of a doctor's duty to be a masseur” you joke, and he laughs. “it's not a requirement but it does come in handy” he says. You looked at him, his face wasnt as stoic as it was when you first met, and you could tell he was a bit more comfortable with you. “You don't open up to people easily, do you?” you ask him softly. His movements stop for a moment, but he continues and then answers, “no I don't, not usually” You nod “Then why me?” you say quietly almost scared to ask the question. He stops completely now and looks at you “truthfully...I don't know. You just...make me feel comfortable to open up. You don't ask for anything out of me or see me any other way other than as Zayne. Which I know is a little silly to say as we’ve only known each other for a few hours but that is what I feel”  

You scoot closer to him and smile “I get what you're saying. Truthfully, you're not what i expected. I thought you’d be cold… but you’re warm. Quiet. Kind” He turns to you slowly, his eyes tracing your features. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, but you feel it in your chest—the same way you felt the tension earlier, the way his eyes lingered just a second too long during lunch. “If I kissed you right now,” he says, voice low, “would you stop me?” You don't answer, you just lean over and kiss him. His kiss was different from any others you’ve had. It was soft and gentle. His hand went to the back of your neck holding it gently as he deepened the kiss. You reposition yourself, now sitting on top of him as you deepened the kiss. His arms come around your waist, not possessively or pulling you closer, just grounding himself. You push him backwards onto the bed slowly, your kisses getting more and more desperate. “This isn’t… what I usually do,” he murmurs against your mouth, but he’s not pulling away. “I can tell” you say back to him.  

He runs his hands up your side slowly and unsure. It was almost as if he was waiting for permission to touch you more, waiting for you to tell him to stop. But you don’t. You deepened the kiss, pressing your body flush against his and tangling your hands through his hair. Zayne holds you firmly as he flips the two of you over, his body now on top of yours. “Are you sure you want this; we can stop anytime” he says softly staring into your eyes. You smile at him and nod “I'm sure.” That was all he needed. His lips were now pressed to your neck leaving soft kisses on it as his fingers trailed up your thigh. He caressed and massaged your thighs as his lips worked against your neck making its way to the curve of your breast. Looking up at you for permission, he slowly pulls your dress down, revealing one breast—and he takes it into his mouth. You gasp, his hot tongue swirling around your nipple, making your back arch as you grind helplessly against the growing bulge between his thighs. He doesn't object or stop you, instead he guides your legs open further “wrap them around my waist” he murmurs against your breast. You obey, your dress riding up to your stomach, allowing your aching core to grind against him freely. His hands grip your hips, guiding you, letting you use his body for the friction you crave. He holds your hips tightly, guiding you as you rubbed your aching clit against him. He pulls away from you breast and sits up unbuttoning his vest, since it was a three-piece suit you decided to help him to get him out of his clothes faster. You work with him to quickly discard his shirt and run your hand down his firm chest. “Like what you see” he teases as you run your hands over is abs “I do” He grabs your waist again but this time he helps you out of your dress leaving you only in your panties. His lips find their way back to your skin, leaving soft kisses trailing all the way down to your panty line. He grabs at the edges and slowly pulls the lace underwear off. You bit your lip as you looked down at him. His eyes trail over your body, they don’t linger with lust; they linger with admiration, as if he’s memorizing every inch of you. “You’re so beautiful” he murmurs his hands trailing down your sides. He dips back down but this time he's positioned between your legs. His breath hot against your aching pussy as he looked up at you “tell me if you want me to stop okay” he says as his tongue darts out leaving a hot, wet, streak against your clit. You grab his hair tugging at it tightly as he expertly worked his tongues against your heat. His hands hold your hips still as you bucked against his face. Every flick, every swirl, every press of his tongue is met with a response from your body, and he adjusts to it seamlessly. When you gasp, he stays there. When you shudder, he doubles down. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging desperately as you moaned and writhed beneath him, coming undone on his tongue. He chuckles softly against your pulsing clit, refusing to let up as he pushes you through it. “Zayne” you moan desperately “please I need you inside of me.” He looks up at you his lips wet with your slick and a soft smile on his face “you don't have to beg” he says, kissing your thigh “all you have to do is ask.”  

He kisses his way back up your body stop just low of your jaw. He swiftly slips his pants off leaving him only in his underwear. You could tell he was big even without him being fully naked yet and the sight made you even wetter. He looks down at you sheepishly “I don't do this often, so I don't carry condoms with me” his ears went pink slightly as he said this. You just laugh and slap his chest softly “it's okay I'm always prepared for anything” you say reaching to where your purse was and pulling out a three pack of condoms. His face visibly went red at this, but he just cleared his throat “that is a very smart practice, always be prepared” he says grabbing the box. He takes one out and finally pulls his boxers down. You lick your lips at the sight of his long thick cock standing towards you, the tips leaking precum. You reach up and rub it softly causing him to let out a sharp breath, his eyes following your every movement. You swipe your thumb across the tip smearing the precum all over the slit. His hips buck slightly at the action, and he lets out a soft moan. He grabs your wrist gently, removing it from his member. His hands grip your hips, and he pulls you towards him. He takes his cock and rubs the thick head up and down your slit, dragging it slowly around your clit. You buck against his cock, aching to have him buried deep inside of you. His eyes flick up to yours, dark and intense. “You’re so wet,” he mutters his voice strained. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” He pulls away slightly and rolls the condom onto his aching cock. He grabs your legs hoisting them up to your chest and you wrap your hands around your thighs to hold them there. He rubs his dick along your slit one more time before he pushes into your tight wet hole with a long, drawn-out moan. You dig your nails into your thigh, burying your head in your arms as you moan. The stretch makes you gasp, your back arching off the mattress as he slowly fills you. Inch by inch. Deep and deliberate. You clench around him instinctively, and a guttural groan tears from his throat. He digs his nails into your thighs letting out a soft restrained moan as he pushed in and out of you slowly. His thrusts were deep and slow and hit that spot that made you clench around his cock tightly every time. Your moans rise with each movement, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the room. One of his hands slips between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. You rutted against him seeking for him to go deeper and this sent him off. His thrust became harder and faster, his fingers circling your clit faster. You couldn't take it anymore. The orgasm crashes into you fast and hard, your walls pulsing around him as you cry out his name, your body shaking beneath him.  

He grabs your thighs and quickly flips you over. You gripped the sheets tightly as he pounded into you, the position making it feel as if he was thrusting into your stomach. He gripped your ass pulling you back against him with every thrust, his moans coming out loud and ragged. “Fuck...you feel so good,” he growls through gritted teeth, his rhythm relentless, his control slipping with every moan you let out. Your thrust back against him , breasts pressed to the bed and ass high in the air, and every time he slams into you it sends another wave of pleasure crashing through your core. You arch your back for more, and he meets you there, one hand trailing up your spine before curling into your hair to tug your head back gently. His hands had a gentler but firm grip on your hair as he made you look at him. Your mouth was open letting out loud moans as you stared into his eyes. You can barely breathe. Barely speak. All you can do is feel—his cock pounding into that spot again and again until your whole body trembles. “Fuck Zayne I think....” your voice breaks as another orgasm builds. “I know, baby,” he says still staring into your eyes his voice ragged, he slams into you harder, “I’ve got you.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head. You scream his name as your second climax hits, thighs shaking violently as you fall apart around him again. He follows soon after, thrusts erratic and deep as he buries his head into your neck his hand now wrapped around your throat. He bites down on the back of your neck as he spills hot cum into the condom with a final hard grind of his hips. He lets go of your hips, his cock sliding out of you with a wet sound. You collapse onto the bed panting, and you feel him get up from beside you. Moments later he returns with a warm wet rag “Turn around” he says softly, and you do. He gently wipes you down and puts the towel to the side. He lays down beside you propping himself up on his elbow “You okay” he asks. You nod turning towards him, he was so different from Sylus that it made your heart ache with how sweet he was. He hums satisfied with your answer, his fingers trailing up the flower tattoo sleeve that lined your entire leg. “Did this hurt?” he asks curiously, you nod again “Like a bitch” you say with a smile. His eyebrows raised in amusement at your answer “I’ll pretend like I know what that means” 

You two spent the rest of the evening talking and cuddling and eventually turning on a movie. You don't remember falling asleep, but you were woken up to the sound of your phone ringing. You shift in Zayne's arms and reach over to answer it not even looking when you answered. You wished that you had. “Had your fun?” Sylus’ deep voice came through the phone. You tensed in Zayne's arms, and you guessed he wasnt a dep sleeper from the Wayne reacted. His arms wrapped around you instinctively, pulling you closer to him, his hands gently stroking your sides. “What do you want?” you ask with a shaky breath. “For you to stop being stubborn and come back” he says calmly. You grip the phone tighter in your hand, your knuckle starting to hurt from how tightly it was gripped “I quit Sylus, I left.” you say shakily. Zayne shifts behind you slightly, sensing the tension, his hand brushing up your arm protectively, but he doesn’t speak. “Come home sweetie” he says “Don't make me come and get you myself’ he says and then the line goes dead. You look at the phone, your hands shaking in anger. You chuck the phone at the wall in frustration “fucking bitch” you say loudly. You stare at the shattered phone on the floor, your chest rising and falling as your breath comes in quick, furious gasps. Zayne sits up behind you, concern written on his face. “Hey... hey,” he murmurs, his voice like a splash of cold water on a hot day. “What happened?” You look at him angrily “I’m going to kill him. He thinks he can just call me in the middle of the night and snap his fingers like I’m supposed to come running” you say angrily. Zayne doesn't respond, he just wraps his arms around you and holds you for the rest of the night.  

tags: @sillyfreakfanparty @crimsonmarabou @z3vl @96jnie @perqbeth @justpassingdontworry @malleus-draconias-rose @sleepykittyenergy @aboobie @syluslittlecrows @scrambledhuevos79 @madam8 @fandomenbylover@insidious-innocence @etherealsoul90 @xsammijoanneex @acasualattempt  @sylusgirlie7 @jasperjokester @animegamerfox @jae48 @goldenbirdiee @zoezhive @rxelarailuj @huuvu @simphoursonly  @athanasia-day

[nquesoxlies]

https://www.tumblr.com/nquesoxlies/780567152604463104/let-people-be-upset-about-their-favorite?source=share

tbh there's also something a loooot of ppl need to learn calling "setting realistic expectations." i personally wouldn't want eddie back without an on-screen conversation between him and CHRIS about what CHRIS wants, otherwise his entire plot in texas would feel kinda moot with a throwaway "yeah chris is fine with coming back to LA :)" since this plot was big enough for eddie to drop everything to go finally make things right with his son. i didn't expect for him to show up for the two-parter. meanwhile, everyone i saw who was momentarily disappointed bc no tommy was like "ah well, we know we're almost definitely getting him next episode bc of leaks" and went on to enjoy the episode as a whole

its genuinely fine to go "aw no eddie? :(" its Not fine to review bomb an episode and repeatedly bitch about the director not putting ur favorite man in the episode when it makes 0 sense for him to come back so quickly and without showing us that he IS still working on being a better dad to chris. hell, go write fanfic about it where eddie IS back instead of review bombing!!! that's probably a way more fun use of time than review bombing!!!

honestly, these fans make me dislike eddie more and more ngl which isn't even the actor or the writers faults at all. if he leaves the show then it's not going to impact me that much unless his ending is fully unsatisfying, and that'll be more of a "cmon, writers, you knew this was where this was going, do better." i have never watched the show only for eddie like these people have. came into the show expecting to love madney + henren and ended up very emotionally invested in bathena while enjoying buck and eddie as well. i'm on the same page as a lot of ppl who have been here longer than i have been: we love the entire show rather than just eddie. honestly, i think half of these people don't even like buck. i already know most of them don't give a shit about the rest of the show from insulting ravi over him distracting buck with tommy to turning josh into the "number 1 b*ddie cheerleader" to ignoring henren unless they can use them as a "gotcha!!! you don't actually care about queer rep!!!" like.

@ BoBs: do YOU? because every time there's queer rep that threatens ur fanon ship, u actively get homophobic about it down to, what, 600? of you PROUDLY admitting you would commit a hate crime to make your stupid ship canon--including both real men and fictional characters like josh and tommy in your "i'd hate crime for them teehee!" bullshit.

idk queso its just wild to me how often i also see the "eddie diaz pretty pretty princess who wants to paint his nails!!!" like. painting ur nails isnt gendered, the fuck? BoBs see anyone gender non-conforming and goes "wow, inherent sign of queerness, i am very smart :)" while feeding directly into toxic masculinity with the idea that if you don't adhere strictly to what's deemed masculine, then clearly you're queer. even if you say you're straight and know you're attracted to women and only women, you're gay because you (checks notes) have emotions and cry over your friends and did ballroom dancing when you were younger.

anyway if im being petty then i kinda hope that eddie leaves to focus fully on chris and making a life for the two of them in el paso and ravi takes his place on the team so that we get indian rep permanently on the show for a bit! i think he could bring some new life into the team (regardless of whether the show goes on for one season or more) and it'd be nice to see buck in a mentor position to him. plus i'd love to see his dynamic with the rest of the team <3 i am still available to play his love interest who is there for a single episode before being relegated to one-off mentions <3 /hj

Yes to alllllll of this, Annie!!!

What's ironic to me, based on something you mentioned, is the nail painting. They want sooooo hard for RG to actually be gay yet an actor who does paint his nails (for self-harm reasons) they call a slur and tell him to die.

Like???? Wtf are we doing???

(I know your ask is about the characters but that shit will always rub me the wrong way about Ryan stans)

[coeluvr]

What are the main changes you're looking to make?

Hmm well it is mainly about pacing and the writing for me because looking back on it, I feel like I didn't know what I was doing LOL. But I guess that's just how growth works.

I'll just do a quick overview of the chapters and how I want to change them for you guys since I was dead for so long after all.

Not that spoilery below but I know some might just want it to be a surprise so...

Prologue : MC's understanding of death was changed so they are no longer clueless, the fire sequence is longer with more choices that I am sure you guys will like. There were major changes to that scene which affect the MC and another character quite deeply and that basically changes a lot of things. Not too much so it's still the same story haha, it's just... more detailed. Everyone I talked to liked it so I'm hoping no one murders me. /lh

Chapter 1 : The beats still hit the main spots I wanted to keep aka the parts of MC during the journey to Rosea which include the conversations with both Lancelot and Luceris but a bit different due to the changes in the prologue. The main change in this is the relationships of the three major characters. I also tried to make MC's reactions to the whole thing more realistic, it's not more of a pity party though, don't worry. Just a bit more fitting for a child. The first meetings with the three ROs are mainly the same; the emotions are the same but the content is a bit different. More choices that matter overall.

Chapter 2 : This chapter is kind of my enemy atm but only because nothing really happens, like obviously it happens but not really, so kind of scrapping most of it. Oops. Still planning it, to be honest. I will be delving more into the play that happens that night though! We win some we lose some. Probably more ammunition for the revenge people lol.

Chapter 3 : Basically the same. Will only be editing due to the previous changes. Therefore the fourth chapter will not be having any major changes unless I get any feedback that makes me want to change it.

Edit: Forgot to mention but yes the three side stories will likely change a bit too!

[shelly-vision]

Con Gra Tul Ati Ons: an Analysis of the Julie Video Links, Flower Language, and Julie’s Mental State.

Alright, the Welcome Home hyperfixation has taken over full force again, so I wanna over analyze. And since I wanna over analyze, I pick the one thing nobody’s talked about yet: the names of the secret video links. …I promise this is an interesting conversation topic. Uh, spoilers for the April 2025 update?

Alright, so if you’re unaware, there are five secret videos in the most recent update that depict Julie finding a weird flower bud, and subsequently having a mental breakdown. The names of these videos are the word “Congratulations” split into five parts, but more importantly, the video links are the meanings of three separate flowers put together. Now, I wanna analyze why these specific flower meanings are chosen. I will go into what happens in the videos kinda, but like not entirely since it’s not just about the videos, but the links, and the content of the video itself has already been talked about several times. Note, the bonus image of Frank entitled “Oh no” isn’t included since it’s just the first word of each link, that likely doesn’t have relevance and was done so that you’d see that last no matter what.

Video one: Revenge, Message, Beware

Ironically for this analysis, the first videos is the one I’m most stumped on. I have no clue why Revenge is the word choice, there’s nothing and no one Julie would want revenge on. Perhaps the flower bud’s existence is some cosmic sort of revenge to Julie accidentally starting Spring early? I really don’t know.

Message is definitely an abstract word choice without a concrete meaning, but I think it could be saying that the flower bud is a message from a higher being of some kind? …I promise I have more detailed analysis on the other videos.

Beware is a far more straightforward choice. It’s specifically saying Julie should be wary of this fuckass flower, either because of what it specifically can do or because of the strife it will inevitably cause her.

Video two: Innocence, Constancy, A Spell

Innocence can representative of either Julie or the flower itself. Julie is an inherently innocent person, she doesn’t ever do anything that hurts people or causes anyone strife, yet she feels far from innocent because she blames herself for this perpetually unblooming flower. It’s also possible that while this flower is ominous, it itself is innocent. The flower never actively harms Julie, yet its presence causes her strife. Perhaps it’s saying that isn’t intentional? Both meaning could be possible.

Constancy is a word with two meanings. One is the quality of being faithful and dependable. Julie is a very faithful person yes, and she is in fact dependable. She never shirks in her duty of making the flowers bloom, yet she *feels* like she isn’t dependable because of this one specific flower. The other meaning is the quality of being unchanging. This fits really well, as Julie puts up a front of never being sad or worried, she tries to come off to everyone as unchangingly happy, despite the fact on the inside she feels a lot of stress and anxiety in her role.

I have no idea why a spell is used. It’s the only one that’s two words. Maybe Julie making the flowers bloom by singing is inherently a spell of some kind?

Video three: Regard, Forgetfulness, Silence

Regard is likely in reference to Julie’s concerns and worries, not just for the flower that won’t bloom, but also her concern and worry for what people will think about her if they find out she failed to make a flower bloom. (They wouldn’t think any less of her mind you, but this kind of fear and worry is something Julie seems to struggle with a lot). In this video, Julie struggles to remember the exact details of her and Frank’s first meaning. It also ends with Wally repeating his line from the storybook with him and Julie, “Did all that really happen, Julie?” This one is obviously about her forgetting. The relevance to her forgetting things, I’m not sure.

The obvious interpretation of silence is the permanently silent flower bud that can’t respond to what Julie says to it. However, I feel like there’s a more relevant interpretation: Julie is always silent about her fears and insecurities. These videos reveal Julie is deeply insecure about what people think of her and greatly fears failure, be that failing to make a flower bloom, or “failing” to be a happy and cheerful person, yet she keeps all of this to herself. It represents her silent fear and insecurity.

Video four: Temptation, Dreams, Hope

Julie is not someone who’s ever tempted to anything bad. So my interpretation of what temptation Julie could possibly have is romantic temptation. While I could be reaching here, I get the feeling that Julie has a crush on and wants to be closer to Sally, that seems to be reciprocated, but neither can overtly express it. They both talk about each other very fondly, Julie compliments her constantly through the flowers in the radio interview, Sally always casts her as the romantic lead in her plays and describes her as beautiful and fair in all of them instead of having the other lead in the play do that, Sally not being upset at Julie for going off script in the Sweet Briar storybook, hell Sally literally calls her “Juliet”, and there’s that one line from all the way back in the Halloween Sally storybook that reveals the two sing each other songs over the phone at night that the transcript overtly lies about by changing Sally’s response to Julie saying that from “Sometimes to “No”. But it’s kept at Julie being tempted to express her feelings yet never actually doing it since, y’know, the extreme themes of queer suppression.

Julie’s dreams aren’t exactly clear, but she does seem to want to prove herself on her own merits instead of as part of her family band, hence her avoiding the question when they ask her to join them. It’s interesting to me that she doesn’t directly say no, she dodges the question. It shows more of her masking since she doesn’t want them to necessarily know *why* she doesn’t want to join, because she doesn’t want anyone to worry about her. Alternatively, Julie’s inner voice has a line here where she mentions she felt like she was really asleep in the stage play so maybe it’s in reference to that.

Julie’s main hope beyond proving herself, seems to be a hope to get closer to everyone else. It’s clear that she only really feels close to Frank. (Note, I’ve seen some people interpret that as her having a crush on Frank, but I don’t really agree on that. I think it’s just because they naturally get along and feel like they really understand each other’s antics and interests. Again I feel like there’s more evidence she has a crush on Sally. Also Julie seems fully aware that he’s gay, tbh I think Eddie and Sally know he is too but that’s neither here nor there.) She likes Wally, Eddie, and Poppy, and they like her, but she isn’t really that close to them. She seems to *really* like Sally, and Sally her, but she feels distant from her. She cares a lot about her family, but feels like she can’t be fully open with them since she feels inadvertently pressured by their success. Most interestingly, in the storybook with her and Wally, she outright lies to Wally about Barnaby and Howdy being entertained by her antics. She really wants them to like her, but every time she tries to get on with them, they kind of make fun of her. Now mind you, I don’t think Barnaby or Howdy do that maliciously, they’re the kind of guys who like playfully rib on everyone, and they likely don’t realize it’s affecting Julie as much as it is, since again, she puts on a mask of always being happy, and seemingly thinks that Barnaby and Howdy actively dislike her, even if that probably isn’t true.

Video five: Tears, Remembrance, Instability

Tears are the most straightforward, as Julie literally breaks into tears because she can’t make the flower bloom in this video.

Remembrance is likely in reference her remembering just what this flower represents to her. To her, it’s representative of her failings, her inadequacy, her anxieties, and everything else she feels about herself.

Finally, instability is likely because of Julie’s extremely unstable mental state in this video. She’s literally having a mental breakdown because of an unchanging flower.

…well I analyzed fifteen words that might’ve been chosen arbitrarily. I really like this update and the Julie insight it brought, girl needs a hug, girl needs therapy, girl needs to kiss another girl, girl needs validation, and Buggle needs to leave her alone I don’t trust that vile fucking CREATUR-

[alicia-18]

Second Choice — Eminem x Reader

Summary; Y/N was used to being a second choice to everyone, so it didn’t surprise her at all when Marshall broke off their situationship in order to give things a try with Kim again. But she was surprised by the emotions that came with it.

Warnings; this fic will include mentions of domestic violence (not between Em and Y/N), drug and alcohol abuse, adult content, swearing, idiots in love, and moments where you hate both Eminem and yourself :)

Chapter Twelve; Such a fuckin' perv, Mathers

50, Stephan, Paul and Chris (50s manager) soon joined your little group and began talks of a tour which included you, Em and 50 together. It was both an exciting and nerve wracking idea, as you thoroughly respected both men's music and to be able to perform alongside them would be beyond crazy. But with that came the apprehension of being put next to two of the biggest hip-hop stars of today. You had issues of not feeling up to par your whole life and being in direct comparison to both 50 and Em would only make those thoughts multiply. Knowing it was best for your career and would be so much fun, regardless to any anxiety, you agreed to commence the tour in a couple months. Everyone was more than hype for it, and was already bouncing ideas off of one another. The meeting lasted until lunch, and although you were enjoying seeing everyone so excited, your hangover was demanding your bed.

"I'll be back in Monday, I'ma go curl up in bed and watch South Park, maybe order a pizza." You announced, and stretched as you stood up from your seat. Nate met you halfway for a friendly hug, and said he'd try coming into the studio again before heading back to Detroit. Then you hugged everyone else, and was distracted enough to not notice Marshall saying his goodbyes also. It wasn't until you turned to him to say bye that you noticed he'd collected his things also.

"Oh are you heading out too?" You questioned, and also gave him a hug similar to the other boys. Once pulled away, you saw him smirking slightly down at you, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'll walk ya out." He gestured his head to the door, and began making his way towards it. The action made you furrow your eyebrows, but you followed after him nevertheless. He closed the break room door behind you and walked close enough that your arms brushed.

"Ya know, I've not gotta fly back home 'til tonight. So I've got some time to kill." He talked casually, as if you guys still had conversations between just you two without any angry undertones. "You want some company? Just two friends hanging out, watching tv and eating pizza?" You were stunned into silence by his request. Never had you both just hung out alone. Sure, he'd been back to yours for sex and vice versa, but you both knew an invite back to one of your places was just a request for sex. But his use of the word 'friends' made you think that he genuinely did just want to hang out.

"I was just gonna chill on the couch, it'll be pretty boring." You tested, but his face never faltered. In fact, the corners of his lips dared to twitch upwards as he suppressed a smile.

"I could do with chillin' right now." He shrugged and began directing you towards his car, his hand coming to rest on the middle of your back.

"You're paying for the pizza then if you're coming to disturb my peace." You relented, and clambered into the passenger seat of his car. There was a blunt balanced in the cup holder, which you plucked out without permission and sparked it as he climbed into the drivers seat. He stared at you deadpan. "Call it compensation." You teased, grinning after you exhaled the smoke in his face. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, something you realised he did when trying to repress a smile.

"Ya know, there's no cameras here. The world ain't gonna know if you crack a smile or two." He rolled his eyes at you playfully, and looked at you from the corner of his eye whilst driving.

"Oh yeah? Guess that's a good thing, wouldn't want everyone seeing you in my car wearing my team's jersey, now would we?" He smirked, making your cheeks flare. You played with the hem of the shirt and looked down at your lap, entirely embarrassed by your blush. "Shame though, you look good in blue." He continued, now smiling the tiniest bit at your even redder cheeks.

The two of you continued idly chatting for the remainder of the short drive, mainly about the upcoming tour and places you were most excited to visit. It was odd to be amicably speaking to him in such a friendly setting, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't feel elated to be in his company again. Regardless to your past, he just knew how to make you feel at ease or make you laugh. Being in his presence was slowly but surely making you forget all about your hangover.

"So you're a huge South Park dork, huh?" Em asked once inside your home and sat on your couch, his feet kicked up onto your coffee table. You were rifling through your massive dvd collection, trying to find the boxset you were going to watch. You really needed to organise those.

"Oh yeah, big time! It's my dream to be made fun of on that show one day." You grinned to yourself with a sigh, a light chuckle following. Marshall laughed too, agreeing he would love that aswell.

"It's one of my favourite shows, but I'm watching something even better right now." His smirk could be heard through his voice, so you looked over your shoulder at him with confusion, just to see his eyes firmly glued to your backside. Whilst bent over trying to find the box, you had accidentally flashed him the bottom of your ass, just enough for him to see your underwear. "Blue really does look good on you." He cheekily added, referring to the navy thong you had put on. You squeaked as you stood upright immediately, and grabbed the closest thing to you to throw at him. It just so happened to be a 'Mr Hanky' plush that lived ontop of your dvds. He caught it with a laugh whilst you squinted your eyes at him.

"Such a fuckin' perv, Mathers." You scorned, shaking your head. This time, whilst looking for the dvd, you made sure to squat down so nothing would be on show, much to his chagrin. It didn't take long for you to find the dvds you were looking for after that, and you rapidly put the first disc in before flopping down onto your couch. Your legs curled themselves under you as you used the remote to load it up whilst Marshall called the local pizza place. You paused it as he spoke to them, and pulled your rolling stuff from under your coffee table to roll a blunt for you to share.

The pair of you spent the next 2 hours watching South Park, smoking and eating pizza, and if you had to be honest with yourself, it was the most fun you'd had in a long time. The pair of you attempted various impressions of the characters, though Marshall's Cartman ended up superior, and you laughed so hard you snorted. That only added to both of your giggles.

"Wow, real lady like Y/N." He teased, which made you pluck a pepperoni from the pizza and throw it at his head. He somehow managed to catch it in his mouth, and whooped with victory, a large grin on his face.

You couldn't help but pause for a minute and admire the carefree smile he was displaying. He didn't bring them out often, but his smile was one of your favourite features of his. Your head shook to bring you out of your thoughts. "You're such a loser." You chuckled with no malice, though earned a dramatic gasp of faux outrage.

"A loser? Do you know who I am?" You rolled your eyes fondly and pretended to think.

"Oh right, you're that guy who sings 'Fack', right?" He groaned loudly and sunk further into the couch.

"Fack off."

"I will, actually. I'm getting some booze, so I wanna hear some kind words if you want me to share." The pair of you left the lounge to enter your spacious kitchen, and he leant against the kitchen island whilst you located your liquor.

"I'm so sorry for swearing in your presence, will you please allow me to drink your liquor?" He batted his lashes dramatically and put on a falsely sweet voice, making you want to smile but you held it in. You held the bottle by the neck in one hand and used the other to tap your chin in thought.

"Hmm, I dunno if that was kind enough. My ego wants more stroking please—"

"I got something you can stroke if—"

"Marshall!" You exclaimed, moving the small distance between you to backhand his chest lightly. He jumped and laughed, looking down at you warmly.

"I'm kidding, obviously." His words came out softly, and his smile shortened slightly. His baby blue eyes raked over your face, and kept you frozen under his intense stare. From this close you could see a splattering of small scars over various parts of his face, as well as extremely faint freckles. It made his usually rugged exterior seem gentler in a way, and made you smile subconsciously. "You want some ego stroking, huh?" He questioned quietly with a little tilt of his head.

You hummed in response, a playful shine in your eyes that he couldn't miss. He, too, was taking in the little features of your face that you couldn't see unless this close. You waited with bated breath as he remained silent, though his mind was clearly racing. If you were a betting woman, you'd guess he was trying to figure out just how much of the truth he wanted to reveal.

"Well then, I'd say that you're one of the funniest people I know, and can make me laugh even when I don't wanna." He began, and you could feel the apples of your cheeks heating up already. "You don't take shit from anyone, which would usually make women bitches but you somehow manage to stay sweet." He smirked now as you tucked your hair behind your ear and looked down at your shoes. You internally jumped as his finger landed underneath your chin and lightly directed your head back up. "And you look cute when all flustered and shit." He finished, grinning mischievously.

Your senses came back to you and made you tap his hand away. You cleared your throat and rushed towards the lounge, shouting to him over your shoulder. "Hurry up then before I change my mind." You unscrewed the lid and took a long drink from the burning liquor, then threw yourself down where you were previously sat.

Marshall joined you in seconds and scooped the bottle from your grasp. You avoided looking at him as you set up the next episode of South Park, but could feel his stare on you. As soon as he offered the bottle back to you, you swallowed multiple more mouthfuls, which made him laugh. You pretended to glare at him. "I've gotta get a buzz going just to put up with your ass." You defended, drinking a little more and passing it back to him. The pair of you did this until that entire bottle as well as a second one was entirely gone, and his flight home was completely forgotten.

MASTERLIST

taglist: @rx1nydxyz

[ladymaigrey]

DD:BA Episode 9 OK... I do have more thoughts. First of all, the good things: The scene in the hospital! Call me vindictive, but I dislike Heather so much (and love Karen) that I stood up and cheered when Matt uttered Karen's name first and then proceeded to dismiss Heather because Heather just Didn't Get It. That smirk when Matt walked into his apartment and realised that Frank was there (and, of course it was Karen who called Frank! That was bleeding obvious!) The banter beforehand, the sarcasm, the flipped bird - that was everything that we all ever wanted from Matt and Frank working together. The brutality of the fight. AND the fact that Matt did not even try to interfere with Frank once Frank started killing really showed that Matt himself has lost a lot of his idealism once he pushed Bullseye off the roof. Yes, he still objects to killing a man who is no longer a threat, but not those who have guns and bullet-proof vests and a Kingpin's licence to kill. Yet Matt still has a line. And Frank pushes him towards that line... but not really. As in S2, Frank does not want Matt to become a killer. Frank is the killer. Frank is happy to kill for Matt when Matt can't. Frank is happy to be the asshole. Oh... and all those cops are dead, whether Matt wanted them dead or not. They are crispy-fried. Unfortunately, so are Matt's vinyls :( "SHOTGUN!!" Of course Matt wants to sit right next to Karen while she drives the getaway vehicle.

Frank... just wanting to spend time with Matt and Karen after a successful mission. Just a piece of human warmth in his armoury. Matt understood it (though, what's with the oat milk, Matt? Age catching up to you? You lactose intolerant now?). But Karen... I think she understood it too, but her heart and concern are for Matt. And then there is Frank's puppy face when looking at Karen. I think that's the first time we've actually seen Frank make that sort of vulnerable face. Of course he loves her (a nod to kastle fans here; this entire episode is basically one big fan service). So many karedevil scenes! One after the other. So many conversations that we wanted them to have, but had to write ourselves in fics! There they are! In-jokes and reminiscences (Avocados at law!!) Karen asking Matt about heartbeats and what he could read from them hoping that he understood her (as opposed to feeling humiliated by his insight). And Karen telling Matt that both Foggy and her recognise the "wrath and the mercy" warring inside of him, both indelible components of who he is. Lawyer and vigilante - all loved, all cherished. All supported. And Matt listened to her! He did not go diving headlong into a suicide mission. He has a direction now, and the need to save the city. But more than that. He knows he is loved, and he knows he is fully known and accepted. He is NOT ALONE. Not anymore. And now he has the beginnings of a fighting force (and a steady supply of booze courtesy of Josie, which will be needed if Jessica and Luke join the party next season!) And now, not so great things: We finally get to see Matt in the naked-butt hospital gown and we don't get even a single glimpse of his naked butt! Also. Claire isn't in the episode, which meant that she missed the "pigs must be flying in frozen hell" sight of Matt finally getting proper medical care. So, I am doubly disappointed on her behalf too. They finally sorta explained how Fisk got out of jail after S3 and... it just does not pass the sniff test at all. Even if he somehow managed to blame all the crimes of S3 on the corrupted FBI, including the surveillance room that was built in a hotel that was owned by him, there was still the issue of all the crimes from S1, which he would've still been serving the sentence for. Fisk's overreach was too much... it was too comic-book-villain. And the best thing about Fisk was always the fact that he was terrifying because of his humanity and his behind-the-scenes manipulation. But shutting off power to the whole city to trigger disorder? Telling cops to forget about due process and go shoot suspects on sight? Declaring martial law? (WTF?? He is a mayor of a city, not a state governor! Where's the Federal Government, please? Or is Trump in charge already? In which case... yeah, figures). And keeping millionaires and other 'rebels' in cages? (i.e. alive and a burden? gotta feed em, clean em, make sure they don't chit chat and plan)... that's some post-apocalyptic warlord-level bullshit. Fisk's power has gone to his head so much, he really has lost all touch with reality and became a caricature. Frank's capture by the rogue cops... That should've been a version of THIS speech:

Not some "do you think you understand my pain?" bullshit. Come on Frank, you should've been dressing them down for the being the cowardly traitors to their oaths that they are! Did you get hit on the head too many times?? Finally, Heather is really an idiot, isn't she?!

TL:DR

Episode was full of love for Matt and Karen... but very Disney in terms of the plot development and over-the-top Fisk's villain-ness.

[fridgemissionmaster]

“Sorry Bud, I already promised to study with Satan then, maybe later, okay?”

Bitter blueberry jam dribbled down his chin.

“Yeah! Let’s go after cla-”

“MC, Diavolo wants to talk to you.”

“… Hopefully this won’t take long.”

A gulp of air along with brittle burnt tarte taint.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t make it to your practice! Mammon blew up a wall of the chem lab and Lucifer had the both of us clean up…”

Colorful cookies, maybe they were macarons left a tingling spice on the way down.

“I… Maybe next week. Solomon decided that skipping a couple lessons to be too terrible and is insisting that we bump them up before he has to leave for the Sorcerer Society thing. I-I’ll tell you as soon as I get free time, okay!”

Boba tea, bubbling sodas, cold pizza who’s fat congealed on the meat slices, breath trembling inhaling chopped up veggies.

A deep sigh escaped him as he further burrowed his face into those fluffy red pillows. It always had been difficult to get time with just you, usually there was someone else around. At least then he still got to be with you at all.

Beelzebub was a very kind and considerate demon, considering he was literally starving all the time he probably had the most control over himself than any other of his kind, and that included his jealousy. You knew of these feelings too, he was after all a very blunt person as well, admitting to these feeling as such when Barbatos got to spend so much time with you so close to make a present for him, or when those Queen of Jealousys got him to act on these impulses, lying to Solomon about being on a date so he’d back off or wisking you away when Leviathan tried dragging you off to play games when you already promised him to do so.

He didn’t like how rough he became under his impulses, with others and especially you. But it was effective in getting to be together and you didn’t mind at the time.

…

If you let him, he’d swallow you whole. Eat up all your time and anything else you were willing to give. Did everyone feel this way about you or was it just him and his gluttonous tendencies, wanting to consume everything you are.

This was ridiculous, everyone else kept needing you for one reason or another, practically kidnapping you from place to place, once literally by Mammon this week. How long had it been since he last got to talk to you outside of brief dinner conversations and quick date rejections.

And you really tried making time for him too, but something ALWAYS came up lately.

His stomach felt sour, acids stinging and gnawing away at him, boiling and churning. It was rancid this heat in his gut. Would he also have to get used to this feeling too? But then what would be left for Levi to be the avatar of?

… Great and his snack stash was empty.

With perhaps a bit too much force he knocked the little crate back under the bed.

Kitchen.

Asmo hadn’t done the dinner shopping yet so surely it’d be fine if he helped himself now, Asmo could just replace whatever he needed.

… It was eerily quiet in the house; most everyone was out for the day for one reason or another aside from

well…

He stood beside the library for a moment, Solomon droning on and on, you piping up on occasion.

How many times was the shady sorcerer going to harass you about having another lesson, you had enough work from R.A.D. you needed a break.

But

You agreed to them.

You were okay, he’d seen you stand up for yourself plenty of times.

Kitchen. He needed to get a something to settle his stomach. The tase on the back of his tongue was acrid.

Bitter blueberry jam dribbled down his chin.

A gulp of air along with brittle burnt tarte taint.

Colorful cookies, maybe they were macarons left a tingling spice on the way down.

Boba tea, bubbling sodas, cold pizza who’s fat congealed on the meat slices, breath trembling inhaling chopped up veggies.

They were all spat back out when plastic got caught between the teeth, sometimes even removing the packaging taking too long.

Crack the skull open, find the candy and sweets inside, let it all come spilling out to be swallowed once more, letting everything fall into a lemon juice ocean with no ice or sugar, let it all lap against the eroding shore.

White, bright-

Oh…

The fridge was empty.

Lucifer was going to scold him for sure…

Quickly he stood, shutting the door behind himself as if fearing anyone was there to catch him.

But no one was there.

……… Maybe he should do a little shopping before anyone found out. And Madam Scream’s just released some limited cookie flavors! He could get some to share with you after dinner as a surprise dessert! He should also pick up your favorite just in case you didn’t like the flavors or were allergic to them so you could still have a nice treat. There was also going to be a new episode of the Great Devildom Bake Off, it’d be perfect to watch that with pastries in hand, snuggled on the couch under a fuzzy blanket. A hum rumbled in his chest, the man almost missing the drool leaking from the corner of his mouth before quickly wiping it away.

He'd have to watch the episode alone, but he could at least give you your favorite before you left for the Demon Lord’s Castle after dinner.

Trotting out the kitchen, around the corner he strode towards… the…

Something dark, something sweet, he gave the air a couple more sniffs.

Chocolate! And quality ones at that! Poison green apple, bloody orange, and depressive blue strawberry liquids inside! You popped one into your mouth with a tired, content hum, eyes closing for a moment to savor the taste. One of his favorite expressions. What a treat.

“Oh, Beel!” Excitedly you straightened your posture, turning to face him. You voice was slightly muffled with the chocolate stowed away in your now puffy cheek to speak a little more clearly. “Perfect we were just taking a break.”

“Only for a minuet.” You glared at the white haired man for a moment mumbling ‘you made that very clear’.

“Anyway! What are you up to! Wait, com’ere you can try some of these- ah- eh.” Your excitement fizzled out, instead turning sheepish and disappointed. He peeked over the couch finding you patted an empty tray. “Sorry Beel.” He hated how you just deflated.

“Ah-” The bags under your eyes were a bit more dark than usual. Hand on your cheek, his thumb carefully stroked the spot, making sure to go nowhere near your eye.

“That’s okay. I was going to get some stuff for us from Madam Scream’s. But maybe I could have something sweeter to tide me over?”

He barely had a moment to react, your warmth crashing into his lips, drawing a shuttering breath from him. Was he melting? It felt like he was melting. And that taste, the taste of you, your lips were like nothing else, his heart always pitter-pattered the moment it hit his tongue. “One more.” He could only bring himself to part away for a moment. How long had it been? He missed this so much, although, he was pretty sure he’d feel the same if you gave him a kiss on the cheek that lasted longer than a microsecond or wasn’t interrupted by someone. He couldn’t help staring for a moment, adoring the deep dark red blooming across your face and savoring the heat radiating off your cheeks. “See you at dinner.”

With a spring in his step he waltzed out, that giddiness bubbling and popping out of his chest, he almost wanted to go run a few laps around the Devildom! But he had a mission first so that would have to wait for another time! It almost felt- not embarrassing, but something like it, an overflowing happiness that made him want to hide away and sink in the feeling, a smile pulling on his lips so hard, he swore he could still taste that sweetness on them!

“H-HOLD ON! YOU CAN’T JUST UP AND DO THAT!”

Huh?

“MC!” You didn’t heed Solomon’s call, bursting out of the library.

“GIVE ME BACK MY CHOCOLATE!”

“… What?”  Maybe… there was a reason you look so flustered. Guess he got REALLY into your kisses. But how could he not? “I’m sorry. I can pick you up some more a-”

“No! I want that one back!”

“It’s kind of melt-” It was simple to step to the side when you lunged at him. He recognized that look in your eye, something embarrassed, something playful. But more importantly, you smiled, smirking as you chased after him, some of that tiredness seeming to disappear.

Okay, he’d play. A light chuckle escaped him as he took off.

“Get back here!” You ran about, vaulting over couches, ducking around corners, racing up the stairs, hiding in rooms for a moment only to weave around and escape.

He stood in the attic, just as he was about to dash out and leap down the stairwell you blocked the door! When did you get so fast, or was Solomon teaching you a new spell for that?

He couldn’t hold back anymore, when you leaped into him Beel wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight and close. The force behind your jump did catch him off guard, knocking him slightly off balance. Spinning on toe he kicked his other leg out desperate for balance but knocking into the bed behind him put a bit of a hinderance to that.

The pair of you were a giggling mess toppling over into the nest-like pile of pillows and blankets. You took deep breaths, arms wide open looking to the ceiling while Beel found himself atop you, using his arms to prop himself up a little so you had breathing room.

With one last heaving breath you cracked your eyes open, so brightly smiling at him. Your hands cupped his cheeks pulling him in. “A few more.”

He certainly would never deny you that, but he did have to ask. “What about your lesson?”

“… Later. I’ve missed my Love Bug.” How your voice wavered, trembled at the end, his knees grew weak.

Now it was his turn to be the red faced one, getting a bright exhausted laugh out of you. Oh what your nickname, your affection did to him. So sweet and warm and just so good. So mild and cozy. He could stay like this forever, just in your arms.

[curly-fry-3]

I don't wanna overwhelm you since you probably have like other req to finish but after I saw the post with Gabriel I had an idea (°□°) ☝️

So basically in season 3 where Dean dies over and over again, surprisingly Dean's daughter, reader doesn't but she also isn't in the time loop stuck with Sam so at the end he asks and turns out Gabriel just likes her better (and also that she isn't gonna die like dean at the end anyways). So then when Dean died and Sam left with Ruby, leaving her alone (tho Sam probably thought that she went to Bobby and he didn't want to take her with him since just like Dean she was against the whole Ruby thing). She had no one... for like 5 hours when she heard from random people that something crazy happened to them. So she goes to look for Gabriel cause what most people described were things a trickster would do. She eventually finds him and confronts him and they start talking giving each other comfort cause right now they both have some sorta family issues (tho he doesn't say he's the Archangel Gabriel just kinda says his name is Gabriel) and they kinda have this 'uncle who buy his niece a gun to birthday' relationship.

𖦹Gabriel's Favorite𖦹

summary𖦹 When the worst thing that could happen, happens, Gabriel will be there to shit talk with you

pairing𖦹 Archangel Gabriel x Reader (platonic)

word count𖦹 1,667

notes𖦹 this idea was so cool but I dont feel like what I wrote is the best cause ive never written for Gabe before (I low-key made him such a diva) Also it has kinda a lot of build up to the actual conversation sorry I hope you like it though

Another Tuesday. Another Tuesday of Sam waking up to you and Dean humming along to Aisa while getting ready for the day like nothing was wrong. Dean has already died about a hundred times, with you and Sam both as witnesses, yet Sam seems to be the only one affected. He was tired and confused. He had just watched you sobbing over your father's dead body, and now you two are brushing your teeth while choosing where to eat for breakfast.

After trying to explain his situation and being met with poorly hidden judgy faces, Sam follows you and his brother into the diner you choose. He cautiously walks in, scanning the room for anybody who looks out of place. You're chatting to Dean excitedly about some show you're watching as you all sit down in a booth. When your rambling dies down,your dad notices Sam’s unease and silence. 

Dean turns to his brother and grabs his attention “Why are you on edge? It's not like anything is gonna happen”

Sam tenses his jaw and gives Dean a bitch face “Something always happens. Whether you choke on your food or you slip and crack your head open on the way to the bathroom, you always die”

Dean dismisses his concern “Nothing is gonna happen. I'm a big boy, I can chew my food and walk without falling”

Sam rolls his eyes and turns toward the other people in the restaurant, eyes searching for odd behavior. You look over at your dad in confusion then look over at Uncle Sammy, brows furrowing in concern “If my dad has died so many times, how come I don't remember it? I should be in the time loop too”

Sam focuses back onto you “I don't know. I have no idea what's going on or how to stop it, I just don't wanna watch Dean die again–or have to watch you watch him die”

There is an awkward silence, Dean sighs to fill the space then tries to lighten the mood. “If I'm gonna die today, it's not gonna be on an empty stomach, let's get something to eat”

You nod before looking down at the menu “Look, Dad, Pig n’ a Poke”

He looks at where you're pointing and hums out in satisfaction “That sounds amazing” He turns to Sam, trying to include him in the conversation “Sammy doesn't that sound amazing? I getting it”

You close up your menu “Me too”

Dean kicks Sam under the table “What are you getting”

“Nothing. You know, watching you die over and over kinda ruined my appetite” He recipes with as much sass as possible.

Your meal passes without any hiccups and You exit the diner and barely make it down the street before Dean is mauled by a dog. You watch in horror as his body lies lifeless on the sidewalk. You sob as you hold him, looking up at Sammy. Suddenly Sam sits up in bed, Aisa playing on the radio–another Tuesday.

  He has to live through a couple more Tuesdays till he finally spots what he was searching for in the diner. Everyone eats and does the same thing every day, except one man. This man would always have pancakes, but today he ordered a different kind of syrup. 

Sam waited until the man walked out of the diner and quietly followed him, You and Dean not far behind. He corners the man in the alley and holds a stake up to his neck. Dean reflexively puts an arm out in front of you and puts you behind him. 

Sam grips the lapel of the man's shirt “I know it's you. You're the reason I keep living through Tuesday, watching him die again and again. I know you're a trickster, we've killed one before. One thing I don't know is why. Why are you doing this and why isn't she affected”

Suddenly, the man's face shifts into the face of the trickster Sam was referring to “You two chuckle heads didn't kill me. I've gotta say, it's been quite fun killing Dean every day, but I didn't do this to hurt him, it's all for you. I'm trying to tell you, Sam, you can't save your brother. As for why she's not involved, I like her. She's not an asshole like you two.”

Sam grinds his teeth and digs the wooden stake farther into the trickster's neck “bullshit, I can save him. All I have to do is kill you for real, and this is all over”

The man puts his hands up in defense “Woah, we don't need to go that far. You found me, the joke is over” 

He snapped his fingers and Sam woke up in the motel again, but this time the radio played a different song “It's not Aisa”

Dean makes room for you to spit out your toothpaste in the sink “Yeah I know, this station sucks”

A large smile never left Sam's face as he got up and ready for the day. The smile vanished when he sent Dean and you to go put your bags in the car. He was finishing up in the room when he heard a gunshot and a scream from the parking lot. He rushes outside and finds you cradling Dean's lifeless body. You look up at Sam as he approaches with tears and snot running down your face.

After that day, things had really changed. Your dad was gone and Sammy was different. You thought you could mourn with him but he was just so disconnected. It didn't take long for him to ditch you, saying that it was important and too dangerous for you to come with him. You knew what that meant, you knew he was going to Ruby. You know he thought you were going to go to Bobby, that you would be taken care of, but you just couldn't. You couldn't live in that house, it reminded you too much of your dad.

You had just started wondering, looking for something, a sign or anything, that would tell you what to do next. It didn't take long because, a couple hours later, you heard people talking of the most insane thing happening to them. You knew that it had to be the trickster, you could feel it in your gut. You used the skills your dad had taught you to find him. Although you had been searching for him, You were only able to meet him again by complete accident–running into him on the street. 

You were minding your own business while you were walking till, by the grace of god, you made eye contact with the trickster. You pause, making sure it's really him, before quickly approaching him. He looks a little shocked to see you,but not unhappy “Hey kid, what are you doing by yourself”

You look down at your feet before looking back at him “Dad’s dead, Sam left”

He awkwardly pauses for a sec then mutters under his breath “Oh, shit” He puts one arm around your shoulder and starts leading you towards an apartment. “Is it ok if you stay with me”

You nod “Yeah, I mean, who else would I stay with”

He keeps his arm around you until you make it to the front door and he unlocks it with both arms, motioning for you to go inside “Make yourself at home. I got food in the fridge, an extra bed, and there's a dog here somewhere. If you need or want anything, just tell me–I have my ways of getting shit. If you wanna talk, I'm available anytime I'm not messing with someone. Oh and, my name's Gabriel by the way”

You sit down on the couch next to him after he finishes his introduction “Thank you, really. I had somewhere else I could go to but I had too many memories of my dad there.”

He lazily spreads out on the couch and nods in agreement, “You don't have to explain that to me, I totally get it. I would be living with my family but there's just too much going on there too. I mean, don't even get me started on the family drama”

You start becoming more comfortable and relax on the couch “Please, I feel like I'm the queen of family drama, My uncle left me after my dad died to go kanoodle with a demon”

His jaw drops “Are you serious, that bitch! You deserve better. I should have messed with him more”

You sigh in exhaustion “I don't even wanna think about it right now. You need to tell me your drama so I forget about mine”

He immediately starts unloading “Oh, where do I even start? My brothers have always been fighting but it kinda died down for a while, but now they're at it again. And whenever they fight, it's always messy, they hurt other people and it's just annoying.” 

“Oh, I hate a messy fight. People need to learn to control themselves” You reply

He nods in agreement “Tell me about it. That's why this time, I'm not picking a side. I'm gonna stay out of it till it dies down. It's just frustrating because nobody else tries to stop it, they just pick a side and go with it. My dad has just given up, he is nowhere to be found”

Your eyes widen “Omg he ditched you guys, that's crazy messed up. I think it would be worse if my dad left, at least when he died it wasn't his choice. I guess that's why it hurt so much when Sam left”

Gabriel takes a deep breath “You know, talking it out actually feels better than I thought it would”

You take a second to think before responding “It actually does. I haven't really talked to anyone since everything happened and I already feel way better”

He gives you a mischievous smile “You know what would make this even better? Booze.”

sorry for any typos

@areswasneverhere

[psuedosugu]

jealous, jealous, jealous girl!! ★ — how he is when he’s jealous, and when you’re jealous.

daisuke (mouthwashing) x reader (no tulpar au)

notes: saph actually writing something for once 😱 unheard of,, anyways ill write like a full length one shot one of these days when i manage to claw myself fully out of writers block so in the meantime enjoy whatever this is,, also if this is ooc dont kill me

୨୧・when daisuke is jealous, he gets a bit pouty.

୨୧・not at first, though. while you’re talking to the person he’ll keep his chill, slinging an arm around you.

୨୧・perhaps he’ll pipe into the conversation a bit, making sure to include an offhanded comment somewhere in there about you being his girlfriend. just to remind them, of course.

“oh, y’know, this totally reminds me of this cafe we went to last week! it was actually the same one i asked her to be my girlfriend at..”

୨୧・he thinks he’s being slick…

୨୧・once the person is distracted and out of earshot he’s all over you, eyeing you like a sad puppy.

୨୧・if you try to ask whats wrong he’ll brush you off despite the fact that he’s visibly upset??

୨୧・once the two of you get home, though. he’ll cling onto you like a koala, especially in bed.

୨୧・if you catch wind of whats going on and ask if he’s jealous he’ll mutter a short “yeah..”

୨୧・despite his upbeat personality, daisuke does deal with some deep rooted insecurities. you’re so…. so great, after all, so out of his league, he thought. what if you realized that one day and left?

୨୧・he lives for your approval, however, and will take your assurance that no, you’re not gonna leave, and yes, he’s a perfect boyfriend, cherishing each and every one of your words.

୨୧・when you’re jealous, however, daisuke is a bit clueless.

୨୧・he’s not dumb or anything, but the thought genuinely doesn’t cross his mind!

୨୧・he’s loyal to you and only you, so in his head you have no need to be jealous at all.

୨୧・eventually either he’ll notice that you’re acting off and ask you what’s wrong or you’ll straight up tell him.

୨୧・he feels so guilty!! daisuke knows how it feels to come second to someone and he would never, ever want you to feel the same way :(

“you’re… jealous? of.. aw, babe, you should’ve said something! you know you’re my number 1, forever and always.”

୨୧・he spends the rest of the night clinging onto you and peppering you face with kisses, making sure you know you’re loved.

[veliseraptor]

March Reading Recap

hey, it's still April, it's not too late yet.

Relatively light reading month as reading months go, mostly because I spent the vast majority of the time reading one single really long book. At least it was a pretty good book, though.

as last month, still continuing my Wheel of Time reread - did Knife of Dreams and The Gathering Storm, both of which I actually really like albeit Knife of Dreams more so. The other, non-Wheel of Time books that I read:

The Iliad by Homer (trans. Emily Wilson). This was actually my first time ever reading the full text of the Iliad, which I feel vaguely embarrassed about. Read the Odyssey, what, three times, but not this one ever? Guess it took Emily Wilson to get me there, even though I have had another recommended translation sitting on my shelf for a while. As usual deeply appreciated the deep thoughtfulness and explicitly laid out perspective Emily Wilson gave on the translation process/choices itself. I feel like I missed out on the chance to read this within a context where I could really dig into/discuss it, but I suppose I could go hunting some studies/literature on it. I think I'm always going to prefer the dramatic takes on the Trojan War cycle to the epics themselves just by virtue of my personal narrative preferences, but I'm glad to have finally read this one so I can have a better sense of the ways in which other texts are in conversation with it.

Trickster Makes This World: Mischief, Myth, and Art by Lewis Hyde. I've had this book on my shelf for approximately forever and finally got around to reading it, as a lifelong Fan of the trickster archetype. I really appreciated it - found it very thought provoking particularly in terms of the ways it discussed the cultural work that tricksters do. I felt like it was weakest when it moved from "traditional" myth into more modern "versions" of tricksterdom, but that doesn't wholly surprise me.

Remnants of Filth: vol. 6 by Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou. If I'm comparing the two works I've read (which it's hard not to) I think I prefer Erha to this one, but I've still been really enjoying the reading experience - almost to the end here (one more volume in the published translation) and I think I probably will go back at some point and reread in its entirety. Some of the later-novel twists I've been a little less enthused about, including some that hit in this volume, but I'm interested to see how it all pulls together at the end.

The Hands of the Emperor by Victoria Goddard. I have such complex feelings about this book and how they end up settling will determine whether or not I read the sequel. Right now I'm kind of on the end of "won't" but we shall see. The interesting thing here, though, is that I found myself comparing this in certain ways - mostly tonally - to The Goblin Emperor, and I actually liked this one more.

It's out of my wheelhouse in a few different ways, most prominently in terms of it being a very...quiet...book. It's not driven by any major singular conflict or confrontation; it's much slower and more - the best word I have is "deliberate" - than that. It's a very interesting piece of fiction and I'm still not totally sure if I "liked" it or not. I feel like I spent a lot of my reading oddly removed from the experience, observing my own reactions and thoughts about the text more than experiencing the text itself. Probably the part of this book that I feel most ambivalent about is how clearly ideologically driven it is, though it handled it much more gracefully than any number of books I have read in the last few years. It has a point to be made and it makes it, but it lands it with less anvil-like force than many authors would.

I feel like this book falls in the category of "books I am curious to have other people whose book-opinions I appreciate read because I want to hear their thoughts, but would hesitate to explicitly recommend to them."

The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell. I've seen this book floating around for many years, but it took it getting selected for a book club for me to finally read it, and I'm a little sad I waited this long. It's sort of interestingly paced in terms of where the major "action" falls, but I think that fact emphasizes that that isn't what the work as a whole is most interested in. There's something contained and thoughtful about this book, for all it has some pretty heavy stuff in it; it's very much about faith and religion, though, so if those are things that aren't interesting or are active turn-offs then it's probably not for you.

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun: vol. 8 by Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou. Speaking of Erha!!! we're getting into the endgame now and it's some of my favorite stuff. Some of my less favorite stuff, too (unfortunately) but mostly the good. I continue to be really enjoying the opportunity to read this part of the novel in a form other than cleaned-up machine-translated version.

The Devil's Playground by Craig Russell. I picked this one up more or less on a whim because I was looking for new horror (as I so often am) and am casually interested in Golden Age Hollywood as a subject that I know fairly little about but enjoy dabbling in. I felt rewarded, though it ended up feeling more like a mystery than like horror. The spooling out of information and gradual reveals were well handled - the way that the three separate narratives gradually came together felt graceful and satisfying. Glad I plucked this one from the shelves.

--

After finishing out my Wheel of Time reread this month with the last two books (A Memory of Light as of yesterday) I'm a little at loose ends as far as what I'm wanting to read. Currently reading Metal From Heaven which has yet to hook me, though I have only just begun it.

Bought myself a little bookish treat (an academic work on Tolkien) so maybe I'll read that; I started reading it back in, like, 2015 and then had to return it to an academic library I subsequently lost access to. I still have Hungerstone on hold at the library, which I really want to read but I'm still a couple down the holds list.