#and how she kinda laments that (understandable)

[nomidreams]

god i finally watched new episodes my honest reaction is jgiwoaoKzmxmkwkakkak

[wodorfimina]

hater moment

[emmyrosee]

Kita shinsuke gets confused after you start dating.

It’s not like it’s been a long time, far from it, but you felt so comfortable in his everyday life that he stops thinking too hard about your interactions.

You reach for his hand, he takes it. You shiver, he gives you his jacket. You’re hungry, he shares his snacks.

He gives you a compliment, you… hate him?

You must. There it is, in capital letters under his own blue text: OFBEOD KITAAAA I HATE YOU FRRR😭😭

His heart races as he rereads the text over and over again, unsure of what he could’ve possibly said to have you say ‘I hate you.’

Whatever it is, he needs to find a way to apologize.

The idea of upsetting you in a way he barely understands is concerning, it makes him extremely saddened, and he picks up his pace to get to practice.

He’s sure there’s someone there that can help him decipher your distress.

Leave it to the two twins, tying their shoes in sync, to be the first ones to notice his stress.

“Kita-San?” Osamu asks, brows furrowing. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” atsumu continues. “You’re late- you’re NEVER late.”

“And you look like you’re about to upchuck.”

Lovely.

“Osamu, Atsumu,” he says, breath shaky as the twins turn to look up at him. “You’re… familiar with relationships, yes?”

“Well he’s been single since birth-“

“HEY!”

“-but I’ve got a little bit of knowledge. What’s up?”

Kita gnaws on his lip before he passes the phone to the grey haired twin, showing him your sudden outburst of hatred towards him. Osamu quirks a confused brow as his eyes glaze over the text, the blonde twin quickly popping on his feet to peer over Osamu’s shoulder to read along.

Osamu flicks his eyes from his phone up to Kita, “what am I looking at?”

“She hates me,” he says, a frightened lilt in his tone. “And I don’t know what I do. I don’t know what I did,or said, or how I can fix this. And I…” he takes a breath in to calm down, “I need your help.”

Osamu stays silent for a bit, and atsumu cracks a cheesy smile, “cap… you didn’t do anything.”

“Huh?”

“You didn’t do anything- this is just… how some girls act,” osamu explains, and kita feels his cheeks warm up from the sudden crowd that’s gathered.

“Are we teaching Kita-San something now?” Suna teases, peering over Osamu’s shoulder to read the message. “Teaching him about giiiiiirls.”

And shinsuke wants to say something back, about how he knows girls and he doesn’t need to be taught anything…

But maybe he does.

Osamu takes a small breath in before passing his captain’s phone back to him, “sometimes, girls are just… uhm….”

“Aggressive?” He asks, and Akagi chuckles behind him.

“No,” Osamu hums thoughtfully. “I would probably say more… excited than guys, and it makes them kinda wanna… be… ferocious?”

“Feral?” Suna chimes in.

“Buck wild?”

“How about all of the above,” Aran says easily.

Kita quirks a brow, “so she doesn’t actually hate me?”

“No! She’s just excited that you complimented her, I think.”

“Yeah Kita-San,” Atsumu chuckles. “Girls only say they hate you when they love you; that’s like. A thing.”

“They also bite,” Akagi cuts in. ���For… some reason.”

“They BITE?”

“I’ve been smacked so many times,” Aran playfully laments, and Shinsuke’s head whips towards him, only to make the ace shrug, “what? She’ll get excited to see you, or something good happens, and she just. Smacks your arms. It doesn’t always hurt.”

“What do you mean ALWAYS!” Shinsuke is suddenly extremely nervous about whether he received a girlfriend… or a pitbull.

“Or she’ll bite you,” Suna hums.

“Or says she hates you,” the twins circle back. At seeing their captains new nerves, they rise to their feet to clap him on the back.

“You’ll be fine, cap,” the blonde assures. “It’ll catch you by surprise, sure.”

“May be a little painful,” osamu snorts.

Atsumu snickers, “but you’ve liked her for a long time. And if it’s too much, you tell her to stop.” He nods before turning on his heel and mumbling a soft ‘hell knows you’re good at that,’ under his breath.

The conversation makes Shinsuke… convinced. He’s sure that there’s minimal that you can do to upset him, even if these methods of love lean far into the unconventional. He gnaws at his lip as the crowd disperses, golden eyes glazing over the contents once more.

He cracks a small smile, taking a soft breath in and letting his fingers take over typing and saying everything he could want to say in just a few words.

SENT I love you, too :)

You reply with an absolute jumble of words and praises, capitals and random emojis. He smiles before planting his phone in his bag and heading out to practice, feeling it buzz more than a few times in his pocket.

Maybe a few well intentioned bite marks wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to him.

[eruhamster]

love imagining how those first few years probably were for "ming yi". he gets up there and thinks he's gonna immediately start wrecking the lives of shi wudu and sqx even if he has to be a spy. he immediately wants to know where this fucking wind master is and someone points him over and sqx is a hot woman and he's just like FUCK SHE'S HOT?

and he gets over it and starts begrudgingly hanging around him because what else is he gonna do and sqx just thinks he's making friends with the shy new guy. and he thinks to himself maybe he can get this hot woman to hate him and ruin her day if he just starts insulting her. but every fucking time he does it sqx just thinks it's fucking funny and like he's just joking

and so he's like. ok. maybe i can insult her brother. so he tries bitching about how evil and selfrighteous shi wudu and his friends are and sqx just goes "OH MY GODDDD FINALLY SOMEONE SAYS IT omg listen ive been calling them the three tumors in my head please lets make that catch on pleaaaase" and now he's even more pissed off because not only has he not fucked up sqx's day or made him hate him yet, he actually likes sqx a little now bc he thinks his brother is an asshole too

and then just day by day he starts realizing he's liking this hot chick more and more. she throws money around to anyone in need, she hangs out in the mortal realm more than in heaven, she does work everyone else ignores and even visits the rain master sometimes to be friendly and she's always so loud about justice and her feelings and no matter how many times he tries to allude to the he xuan thing sqx seems totally clueless and sometimes he laments that he doesnt even want to be a god and doesnt understand why he ascended and doesnt feel like he fits in and honestly she kinda looks like his fiancee

and then just 1 day someone is an ass or something to sqx and in the back of his head he was already festering on a thought he wished he didnt have about how sqx is so generous but no one sticks around and so he just goes off on this person and NOW sqx is calling him his best friend and the poor man just goes home to his palace and just

[brittle-doughie]

hiya brittle!! i have this like idea for a white pearl cookje x reader

so like i wanna make it angsty cause like

i like angst!!

and it's kinda similar to the even more heartbreak one you made

so what if reader was in love with white pearl, but white pearl chose lord oyster over them, and then she well

gets betrayed

i hope you can make something similar or something it's just an idea i had!! sorry to bother you for this 😭😭‼️‼️

Even More Heartbreak (Alt) - Mermaid’s Lament (White Pearl Cookie)

Why are y’all making her fumble so bad? Oh my lord-

You sigh solemnly as you seated yourself on a rock, gazing at the moon beyond the horizon. You’d occasionally look down to see your mercookie tail fiddle with the water a little bit before looking back up. The moon…it was beautiful…like…White Pearl Cookie…

———————————————————————

“I’m sorry, Y/N Cookie. I’m sorry that I can’t return your feelings…”

“I do hope this doesn’t drive a wedge between us and what we have right now..”

Your attempt to confess was only met with White Pearl Cookie’s polite decline. You knew it was a fruitless effort, but you wanted to at least try…

A small part of you hopeful…that she did harbor something for you…

It only made the later events all the more painful for you…

———————————————————————

“You’re already shining so radiantly. You’re my Moon.”

“Ha..ha..”

White Pearl Cookie giggled. It sounded like there was something genuine in her voice, something..loving.

“Then, you are my Sea. The Sea only I shine upon…”

———————————————————————

Thinking of that meeting only made the pit in your heart worse…

Hearing her calling him her Sea, the way she looked at him, you knew that what she has for him was way different then how she saw you…and yet, you held no ill will towards this Lord Oyster Cookie.

Of which this only served to bring you nothing but an ache to your heart..

For she wasn’t and is never going to be yours, her heart had belonged to another..

You wanted nothing more than to just sink to the deepest abyss…

Maybe then, this pain would stop…

“Is everything alright, Y/N Cookie? You haven’t come back to Tearcrown in a while..”

O-oh, you were just observing the night sky, you’d be returning back shortly, Mystic Opal Cookie shouldn’t worry about it.

She wasn’t buying it as she narrows her eyes at you.

“Something is troubling you. Are you comfortable enough to share it with me?”

You opened your mouth, ready to excuse your situation, but the look Mystic Opal was giving you made you realize that any attempt would be fruitless.

You didn’t know what to feel anymore. You wanted to be happy for White Pearl Cookie for finding the one she wants to be with, but it was hard to do when you felt nothing but emptiness..

Mystic Opal Cookie sighed as she swam to your side on the rock.

“I understand that things are difficult for you right now…but you need to know that White Pearl Cookie isn’t going to forget you…”

H-how does she think so? She seemed so infatuated Lord Oyster Cookie-

“That will change nothing. She may not show it…but White Pearl Cookie greatly values your friendship. It would sadden her if you two drift away over this…”

She shifted up to sit next to you on the rock, as she gently grabbed your hand into hers.

“It may hurt for a little while, but always remember that you aren’t alone….you can always speak to the others about how you feel. Me included…”

“Let it all out. I’ll never leave you…”

You quietly sobbed to her as she gently embraced you. It still hurts, but…Mystic Opal Cookie was helping in slowly making you feel better…

———————————————————————

Day by day, you’ve spent time with Mystic Opal Cookie as she helped you with your emotions. She was always ready to put aside what she was doing to tend to you, you appreciated how attentive she was about you. You felt like you could come to her for everything, a sentiment that Mystic Opal shared.

As time went on, you felt like that pain from before was no longer plaguing you and your heart. It had made you believe that there was a chance to find the one you cherished in another cookie.

You’ve started to talk to White Pearl Cookie again with a new outlook, she was still your friend and you’ll do whatever you can to help her! White Pearl herself was happy that what she did had not driven you away from her…

And yet..she can’t help but feel like something was missing with how you spoke to her. You didn’t gush about her or overly complimented her, you talked her..basically like she was your friend. She has no problem with this, it’s just…she wouldn’t have minded if you continued to pay her compliments every now and then..

She sees how you are with Mystic Opal Cookie…with how you look at and talk to her…

It..reminds her of how much you used to do that with her…

It made her a little worried…and jealous….

———————————————————————

The sound of a cannon firing its shot was heard, hitting its target as White Pearl Cookie cried out in pain.

“Eeuugh…!”

“Gotcha! Now catch it while it’s tired out!”

A fishnet was fired at her direction as all White Pearl Cookie could try to weakly get away…before the fishnet was caught by a thrown spear!

Not if you had anything to say about it! You called for Crimson Coral Cookie and the others to make themselves known and get White Pearl out of there!

“Right! White Pearl Cookie, come with me!”

“Hahaha! You be looking different compared to the rest! Wonder what you’re worth!”

Abalone Cookie had thrown a harpoon in your direction, you had barely enough time to dodge it. The eclipse had weakened your movement somehow, so timing was everything!”

“Slippery little fish, are ya! Pass me another harpoon!”

You tell him to give it his best shot!

“Y/N Cookie!”

“White Pearl Cookie, we have to go now!”

“No, I’m tired of running away! Not with Y/N Cookie in danger!”

A harpoon managed to graze you by the arm, it was enough to make you grunt in pain!

“Ha! Not so slippery anymore, are ya?!”

A fishing net was fired at your location, seemingly ready to trap you in its bind when you’re quickly pulled under the water! Abalone clearly annoyed that you had escaped.

It completely took you by surprise until you saw Mystic Opal Cookie along with you!

“Just like before and like I’ll always continue to do, Y/N Cookie. I’ll never leave your side…”

You quickly grow flustered, you..thanked Mystic Opal for her help. She gently smiled as she looked at your graze wound.

“It doesn’t look too bad, but I’ll tend to it just to be sure…”

You thanked her again as she patched you up. When she was done, she brought your hand to caress her cheek. Her cheeks grew warm with a blush, a small smile making its way on her face. It must’ve been contagious with how your own face grew red..

It was like there was nothing else but you and Mystic Opal Cookie in this world…

She got closer…

So did you….

Was this…?

“So, it’s true then…”

You and Mystic Opal quickly retracted from each other, turning to see White Pearl Cookie staring you two down, her eyes darkening…

“Y/N Cookie…I thought you had liked me…”

White Pearl Cookie…

“I…I was a fool to think he would cherish me…”

“When I had you with me…”

“I’m sorry, Y/N Cookie. I’m sorry for having been so blind to your feelings..”

“I thought that I would’ve been happy with our friendship…”

“But seeing you with Mystic Opal Cookie, it’s brought nothing but turmoil to my heart…”

“Please…all I want now is for you to reconsider. I know it’s a selfish request, but I promise that I do cherish you now!”

“You were my Sea all along…”

“White Pearl Cookie, I understand you’re hurting, but you can’t just-“

“SILENCE! LET THEM SPEAK!”

The incredibly loud shriek of White Pearl Cookie made everyones’ heart stop for a moment. White Pearl Cookie was upset at the mere implication of rejection..

“Y/N Cookie is all I have left…they cared about me despite the pain I’ve put them through…”

“That cookie, Frilled Jellyfish Cookie, the Kingdom…all gone. Only Y/N Cookie is left for me.”

“I refuse to let them go…whether it be to this war or to another cookie like you, Mystic Opal Cookie.”

“I won’t let you take them away…”

“I won’t leave them…not this time…”

“Aha…he he he…HA HA HA HA HA!”

The waters around you grew tense as Mystic Opal Cookie and Crimson Coral Cookie shielded you.

Something told you that it wasn’t this war that should make you afraid anymore…

[eddiethehunted]

i want you to touch it softly (ao3)

believe it or not, this one isn't a wip, it's COMPLETE! rated: m (to be safe, tbh could probably be rated t) | cw: drug use, horny discussion, eddie has a thing for his hair getting pulled (implied) | wc: 1.6k | robin/vickie mentioned, platonic stobin, mutual pining, steve being into hair care and skincare, idiot4idiot, the usual <3 title from ariana grande 'my hair'

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Steve’s curled into a corner of the couch, watching the movie with glazed eyes, his knees drawn up to his chest. Robin’s feeling a little buzzed herself, laying on her side on the other end of the couch, with Eddie sat cross legged on the floor in front of her, scribbling away in a notebook.

Without really thinking much about it, she reaches forward and starts playing with Eddie’s hair. He startles at first, glancing over his shoulder, but she just smiles at him and twirls a curl around her finger and he relaxes, so she doesn’t stop.

“Okay, I have to know,” she says, because really, Eddie’s curls are beautiful, just really dry and frizzy and she’s stoned and nosy and curious. “Is this a perm? Or is it natural?”

Eddie looks offended, shooting her a reproachful look over his shoulder and saying, “It’s natural.”

She nods, twirling a piece around her finger again. She can see Steve on the other end of the couch looking over sulkily. Jealous. She thinks it’s adorable, the way Steve quickly looks away when she glances over at him.

“It’s so crunchy,” Robin says, “how much hairspray do you have in here?”

Another affronted look. “None! I just washed my hair before I came here.”

It’s still a bit damp around the roots, so she knows he’s not lying. She gets her fingers really in it, pulls his head back a little bit, and he makes this weird sound in the back of his throat. It’s something between pleased and irritated, like when you pet a cat that can’t decide if it wants to purr or claw at your hand.

Steve huffs and pretends he’s still watching the movie, but Robin bets he’s jealous as hell right now. He has expressed to Robin several times how badly he wants to be allowed to play with Eddie’s hair but he can’t because that’s weird and guy friends don’t do that and he doesn’t want to make Eddie uncomfortable.

As if Eddie doesn’t melt into a puddle of horny lovesick goo the second Steve so much as brushes against him.

It’s not really her place to tell him how many times Eddie has complained to her about his own pathetic crush, though, so she never does. Just lets them both lament and pine and complain to her about how badly they want each other, and how sad and tragic and woeful their lives are that it’ll never be requited love. Pats Eddie’s shoulder when he covers his face and whisper screams into his hands when Steve walks by wearing those stupid jock shorts and lets Steve lay his head in her lap and whine about Eddie’s arms and his hands and his mouth and—kinda just everything.

(It’s only fair, though. They’ve both heard enough of her salivating over the short skirts Vickie always wears on their dates. And that one low cut shirt she wears that shows off her cute tits. The least she can do is listen, even if it kinda makes her want to bash her head into the wall sometimes.)

Steve likes hair, she knows. Skincare too. He likes products and he understands skin types and hair textures pretty well, considering she’s sure he’s never learnt anything cosmetic-related, at least not formally. He put her on some new shampoo a few months ago and her hair’s never been so soft and healthy and wavy before.

Eddie’s hair is dry. It’s kinda fried, even. It’s brittle and tangled and not really rough to the touch, but definitely not as soft as it could be, and she knows it drives Steve insane. Like, Steve likes Eddie’s hair like it is—she’s sat through way too many sexually frustrated rants about how badly he wants to mess it up—but he knows how to help it, and he wants to, because it’s like, his love language or something.

“Damn. Your hair is dry.” Robin glances sidelong at Steve again, trying to project her thoughts into his mind. “You should use a hair mask or something.”

“Some of us are poor,” Eddie says indignantly, jerking his head away. He scoots closer to Steve’s side of the couch, out of her reach, and glowers at her as he pulls his notes to the other side of the coffee table. “My hair’s fine, thank you very fucking much.”

“I’m poor too, dumbass,” Robin points out. “I just steal Steve’s stuff.”

Steve snorts, letting his head loll back against the back of the couch, his eyelids heavy. He’s been quiet all night—he gets that way sometime when he’s high, just stops talking and sits there, quietly listening to whatever’s going on around him—but he speaks up for the first time in over an hour to mumble, “Not stealing if I’m givin’ it to you.”

“Whatever,” Robin says, waving a hand. “Touch Eddie‘s hair, dude. It’s crispy.”

Eddie shoots a desperate, betrayed look at her, then says to Steve, “I will bite your hand off, Steve.”

“Mhm, bet you will,” Steve says, ignoring the warning, because Eddie is all cozy in his plaid PJ pants and Steve’s old hoodie and therefore about as threatening as a small gerbil, “lemme see.”

He reaches out to touch with only the faintest flush on his cheeks. It could easily be blamed on his high, but Robin knows him as well as she knows the back of her own hand. Steve is absolutely losing his shit right now. He’s just really good at hiding it.

“Dry,” he confirms. His hand lingers in Eddie’s hair and Robin notices that Eddie doesn’t bristle nearly as much when Steve’s the one with his hand all wrapped up in it.

Rude. But understandable.

“What the hell,” Eddie complains, but he sounds decidedly less irritated and a whole lot more flustered now. He’s nowhere near as good at hiding it as Steve.

Robin hides a smile when she notices how he’s not doodling in the margins of his paper anymore, but instead twisting a ring around his finger and staring hard at the wall.

Okay, she's more than aware of the fact that she started this, but she’s starting to think that maybe she should, like, go. Give them some privacy or whatever. Save herself of having to experience this.

“Th’s’not a bad thing,” Steve murmurs in his soupy, slow, stoned voice. Robin might not be into guys at all—especially not Steve, he’s like, Steve—but she’s not an idiot, she can tell in a purely observational way how the gravely sound of it could be sexy. She’s not completely oblivious.

Neither is Eddie, apparently, because there’s a strange glazed look in his eyes that Robin is sure has nothing to do with the weed in his system. His adam’s apple bobs as Steve runs his fingers through his hair, tugging a bit near the roots to pull Eddie’s head closer.

Eddie goes willingly. Quietly. Steve looks delighted, a big stupid smile on his face.

She is seriously such a genius. Steve owes her, seriously.

“Not a bad thing,” Eddie echoes.

“No, s’nice like this anyway.” Steve gathers it all into one hand, like a ponytail, before letting it fall slowly, playing with it like that over and over as goosebumps break out over Eddie’s neck.

“How do I—” Eddie sounds like he’s choking, the back of his ears and neck bright red. “Uh—make it better?”

“A hair mask might help,” Steve says, rolling onto his side so he can get both hands in Eddie’s hair. He’s too out of it to notice the violent shudder that tears through Eddie’s body. “You should do a porosity test.”

“Uh huh,” Eddie says blankly. Robin nearly cackles. Eddie has no fucking clue what’s going on. He checked out the second Steve got his hands in his hair.

“That’s the one where you see if your hair floats?” she prompts, when it’s clear Eddie isn’t going to say anything else, too dumbfounded to process anything that Steve’s saying to him.

“Mmmhm.” Steve gives a little smile, pleased that she remembers, and of course she does.

Eddie’s eyes shut and he presses his lips into a firm line at the sound of Steve’s agreement, like he’s fighting some kind of demons inside. Steve’s still got his hands buried in Eddie’s hair, eyes glassy as he watches the frizzy strands run through his fingers.

“Maybe high porosity. Feels rough.” He tugs a little, maybe on accident, or maybe he’s too stoned to think better of it. “Wanna try a hair mask?”

“Uh,” Eddie says.

Robin kicks him, not at all subtly, and he coughs, straightening up a little bit.

“Uh, yeah,” he chokes out. “Um… if you think it’ll help, I guess. Why not.”

God, Eddie owes her too. She’s such a good friend.

Steve’s hands fall from Eddie’s hair as he pushes himself up to a sitting position, somewhat clumsily. He catches Robin’s eye, biting his lip in an excited smile, and she grins back, giving him a thumbs up.

“If the pizza shows up there’s cash in my wallet,” Steve tells her, getting to his feet and offering his hand to an absolutely flustered-looking Eddie. “C’mon, gonna show you how to take care of those pretty curls.”

Eddie’s mouth falls open, gaping like a fish out of water. Robin can’t help but snicker, grinning wider when he shoots her a bewildered, panicked look over his shoulder as Steve tugs him towards the stairs.

She curls into her corner of the couch, pulling the blanket closer to her chin and putting her focus back onto the movie as she waits for the doorbell to ring. Grease is always a classic, and, well, whatever happens between her two favourite idiots next is really none of her business.

She does turns up the volume, though. Just in case.

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

13: NEW BEGINNINGS

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You and Bucky are finally able to admit your feelings to each other.

Word count 3.4k

Warnings: confessions of love, Sam being the best wingman (pun intended)

It had been a long and difficult week, filled with painful rehab sessions and slow progress. But finally, you were starting to feel more like yourself again. Your voice was still weak from disuse, but you were delighted to hear that the doctors were ready to remove your tracheostomy tube. It was a small victory, but it meant that you were one step closer to recovery.

Despite the progress, you found yourself getting tired easily and napping often. It was frustrating, but you knew that it was all part of the healing process. The physiotherapists had refused to let you wear the speaking valve after they discovered that you had some trouble the previous night, rendering you speechless for the day.

What worried you more was the fact that Bucky, who had been by your side throughout your ordeal, seemed to be spending less and less time with you. You couldn't help but wonder where he went when he wasn't with you. Old insecurities started to resurface, and you found yourself questioning whether Bucky's feelings for you had changed now that you were getting better. The tenderness and care that he had shown you in the beginning seemed to be fading, and it left you feeling lost and confused.

As time ticked on, you couldn't shake the feeling that Bucky was pulling away from you. You suspected that he was going to see Priya, after all, she had made it abundantly clear she wouldn't give him up. The thoughts had you rebuilding the barriers that had come tumbling down after your injury. 

Sam was by your bedside this afternoon. Listening to him chatter about Cass and AJ's most recent antics. He chuckled at the reason that Cass had received detention, but you had zoned out and looked surprised when Sam started laughing. 

He looked at you with concern filling his beautiful brown eyes. “What's up with you? Not feeling good?”

“Sorry,” you mouthed at him. 

“What's wrong, little bug?”

You pulled out your phone and sent him a text. It took a moment for Sam to understand that you had sent the message to him.

“Oh right. Thought you were ignoring me for a second there,” he chuckled, reading the words on his screen.

>>>> I'm okay, just tired.

“Tired, huh? And here I thought you might be lamenting over a certain broody super soldier.”

You gave him a solid deadpan stare, before your eyes involuntarily flicked towards the door, as though the mere mention of him might summon his presence.

>>>> I thought things were better but…

What you wanted to say was ‘I can't shake this feeling that Bucky’s pulling away from me.’

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

>>>> He's been spending less and less time with me.

You stopped yourself from adding ‘and I can't help but think he's going to see Priya.’ To your surprise, Sam texted you in return.

Sam << Have you talked to him about it?

>>>> No. How do I even bring it up? He’s with her, right?

Your mind said ‘he's choosing her over me.’

Sam dropped his phone with exasperation. “Cricket, that's not true! Bucky loves you more than anything else in the world.”

You rolled your eyes.

>>>> How do you know?

“Because he told me. Isn’t that good enough?”

>>>> I don't know if I can believe that unless it comes from him.

“You need to talk to him. Communication is key in any relationship.”

>>>>  You sound like an online therapy programme.

Sam guffawed.

“Honestly, I'm kinda surprised by how quickly you forgave him for all the shit he gave you. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm glad you two are friends again but...”

You were surprised by Sam's openness. Natasha and May felt the same way, you were sure, but it was shocking to hear it from Sam who was usually more of a diplomat. It wasn't as though you hadn't thought about all the things that had happened between you, but you couldn't seem to let him go.

>>>> I was scared, Sam

>>>> And he was there and I…

You pressed send, even though you didn't know how to express the sentiment. Despite everything that had happened between you, you still craved his presence in your life. Sam put a comforting hand on your leg.

>>>> I thought I was going to die

>>>> I know, I know. Being an Avenger and being scared of death. Dumb, huh?

>>>> Even after everything, the thing that scared me more was that I might never see him again

>>>> I just don't want to push him away again

“I'm all for team Bucket but I think he has some groveling to do. But trust me, he won't go anywhere.”

You scrunched your face in confusion and mouthed ‘team Bucket’ at Sam. 

“You know, Bucky and Cricket, it's a ship name. Look, that was all Tony!” Sam shrugged as you giggled silently. “Just talk to him, okay?”

>>>> Okay, I'll try. Thank you, Sam

“Anytime. Just remember, Bucky cares about you more than you know.”

>>>> I hope you're right. Thank you for being here for me

“Always. Now tell me you’ll talk to Bucky. Everything will work out, I promise.”

>>>> I will. Promise

Sam looked up from his phone to see you holding out your pinky finger for Sam to wrap his around. As you sealed your pinky promise, Sam kissed you on the forehead. “Now get some sleep, you look like you need it.”

*

As you opened your eyes the following morning, you saw Bucky was back at your bedside. He looked tired and worried, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes as he saw you wake up. Clearly he had come back the previous day, but you had fallen asleep before his arrival. He handed you the speaking valve for you to clip onto your tracheostomy tube.

"Why’re you still here, Bucky? Everything’s fine, you should go home and get some rest," you said, voice filled with concern. 

"Trying to get rid of me?" he teased, a cheeky grin gracing his lips and lighting up his tired features.

You rolled your eyes, suppressing a smile. "Mostly because you look homeless right now," you replied.

Bucky chuckled. "Peachy. I give your voice back and it’s straight to the insults."

"Hey, you know you love me!" Your eyes shone with affection.

Bucky blushed and smiled. "Can’t deny that," he admitted.

“Really Buck, you don't have to stay. It's not your responsibility. I'm a big girl, I have to learn to take care of myself,” you said softly, your voice tinged with sadness.

Bucky shifted uncomfortably, his eyes avoiding yours. “You know, you and Steve are exactly the same. He used to say that to me a lot after his mom died,” he observed, finally meeting your gaze.

You nodded, understanding dawning in your eyes. “Yeah, he has a hard time accepting help,” you agreed, a small smile playing on your lips.

“But I'm here for you, Cricket. I want to help you through this,” Bucky said earnestly, taking a step closer to you.

You looked at him, your heart torn between wanting to believe him and the fear of being hurt again. Bucky had let you down before, and you couldn't bear the thought of going through that pain once more.

"What, when you feel like it?" you asked, your tone bitter with the hurt and disappointment you had been feeling.

Bucky's expression fell, and he looked down, shame coloring his cheeks. You could see the regret in his eyes, and a part of you softened at the sight.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," you said sadly, feeling the weight of your emotions pressing down on you.

But then, Bucky looked up, determination shining in his eyes. "Cricket, I promise you, I will always be here for you. Always," he vowed, reaching out to take your hand in his.

You hesitated, unsure if you could trust his words. "Except when you're mad," you pointed out, your voice tinged with skepticism.

Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Do you even know why I was angry?" he asked, his tone pleading for understanding.

"Because I didn't get you a dumb birthday gift?" you replied, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion.

Bucky shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Cricket, why’re you like this?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

"Like what?" you countered, feeling a surge of defensiveness rising within you.

"You've been lying to me for months," Bucky stated, his voice gentle but firm.

You felt a lump form in your throat, the weight of your secrets pressing down on you. "I don't know what you want me to say," you admitted, feeling vulnerable and exposed.

"What's going on in that head of yours? Just help me understand what you're feeling," Bucky urged, his gaze filled with concern and a hint of frustration.

Bucky's heart sank as he watched you avoid his gaze, preferring to fiddle with the strings on your hospital gown. He had never seen you like this before, so vulnerable and distant. He knew he had to get to the bottom of what was troubling you, no matter how difficult it may be.

Bucky reached out and gently lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Cricket, please talk to me. I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong," he pleaded.

Taking a deep breath, you let go of your defenses and allowed yourself to be vulnerable with Bucky. "I’m sad," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes.

Bucky took your hands in his. “That’s good… that you’re telling me this, not that you’re sad. Can you tell me what’s making you sad?”

“That things aren’t like they used to be… with us.

“And this is because of Priya?” he asked, cautiously. 

You nod, taking a deep shuddering breath, knowing that if he asked you a direct question, the truth would come out and it terrified you. But you’d been hiding it for too long and it was eating you alive.

“You don’t like her?” 

“I didn’t have any specific problem with her… up until your birthday.”

“Yeah, I can understand that.”

You looked up at him curiously.

“I found the gift you got me.” Bucky moved closer to you, so he was sitting beside you on the bed, still holding your hand. “And I read the note.”

“Yeah?” Your heart was pounding with fear and anticipation.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “What you wrote… I… I don't think anyone has ever done anything so special for me before?”

“What, not even Steve coming to Azzano to break you out of a Nazi prison?” you joked, trying to divert attention from yourself.

Bucky chuckled. “Stop deflecting.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Pop Psychology. Who suddenly gave you a masters degree in psychotherapy?”

“What you said… did you mean it?”

You frowned, not a hundred percent sure of what he meant.

“In the message on the birthday card,” he clarified seeing your confusion.

“Every word,” you answered earnestly.

“I’m sorry for what happened… with Priya.” 

“That wasn’t your fault,” you shrugged.

“But I was the one so ready to believe that you didn’t care about me. After everything we’ve been through together, I should’ve given you the benefit of the doubt.”

But another question was plaguing your mind. “How long have you known?”

“Known what?”

“About what Priya did.”

“The same day that you were hurt. I was coming to find you when Steve got your message. I just got back from that mission with Sharon.” His voice tailed off, knowing what your next words would be about.

“Why were you on a mission with Sharon?”

“Because I asked Steve to assign me a different partner,” he mumbled.

You nodded, as he confirmed your suspicions. “Of all the things that’ve happened, I think that’s the most hurtful thing you’ve done.”

“So you just decided to leave? Without saying a word?” He couldn't keep the sourness from his words.

“Who was I supposed to say it to? You were acting like I didn’t exist. You didn’t even say goodbye when you walked away from me. What if something happened out there?” Your eyes filled with tears again. “What if you didn’t come back? What was I supposed to do then, Bucky? Huh? You left me!” Your voice cracked as your tears fell.

“I know, I'm sorry.” He put his arms around you, holding you tightly. He whispered his apologies into your hair as he held you to his chest. “I'm sorry.”

As you composed yourself, you pulled out of his embrace, wincing as the stitches in the side of your abdomen are put under strain. “Please don't,” you pushed away his hand as he tried to help you. “How does your girlfriend even feel about you being here 24-7? She made it pretty clear to me that she wasn’t giving you up.”

“She did what?” Bucky’s voice rose an octave and his eyebrows flew up into his hairline. “When?”

“Didn’t she tell you why we were in the park together?”

“I haven’t seen her since we brought you to the hospital. We’re not…”

“What happened?” you asked, surprised to hear this development.

“We broke up.”

“Why?” 

Bucky took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts before speaking. "Because she's not you," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your eyes widened in surprise, your expression a mix of confusion and realization.

"What do you mean she's not me?" you asked, your voice tinged with disbelief.

Bucky looked down at his hands, fidgeting nervously. "I mean... she's not you. She's not the one I want to be with. She's not the one who makes me feel safe and loved. She's not the one who understands me like you do."

"I was so scared of losing you, that I ended up acting totally crazy and almost lost you anyway. Bucky, I…” you sighed. “I don't know why this is so hard for me to say… I care about you. You're everything to me… I… I love you."

Bucky's eyes softened as he reached out to gently lift your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry, Cricket. I didn't realize... I didn't know how you felt."

You sighed, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you finally spoke your truth. "I've been hiding it for so long, Bucky. I've been pretending that everything was fine, but it wasn't. I missed you. I missed us."

Bucky's thumb brushed against your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. "I missed you too, Cricket. I missed us too."

You leaned into his touch, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity wash over you. “I don't want to hide it anymore, Bucky.”

Bucky's eyes sparkled with emotion as he pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. "I’m so glad to hear you say that, Cricket. I love you too."

In that moment, you felt that your world was complete. Bucky was everything you needed and he felt the same way about you as you did for him. You craned your neck back to look at his face, and as he caught your eye, Bucky cupped your cheek tenderly. Your hearts beat in unison as he leaned in closer. The tension between you palpable, the air thick with desire. And then, in a moment that seemed to last an eternity, his lips met yours in a soft, tender kiss, his heart soaring as you kissed him back. It was like nothing either of you had ever experienced before. The world around you faded away as you lost yourself in Bucky, your bodies pressed together in a sweet embrace. The kiss was gentle and sensual, filled with a depth of emotion that words could never express.

Eventually Bucky pulled back, gasping a little to fill his lungs with the air he had been deprived of. Even as a super soldier , Bucky still needed oxygen. He blinked in confusion, bewildered by the mischievous twinkle in your eye.

"I win that round, huh?" you said, a playful grin on your face.

"What do you mean? How are you not out of breath?" he asked, his heart still racing from the kiss.

You pointed to the tracheostomy tube in your throat, a small smile playing on your lips, a hint of laughter in your voice. "I can breathe through this, remember? So I win this time, Sergeant Barnes. Whoever breaks the kiss is the loser."

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh with you while shaking his head, feeling a sense of relief washing over him. He had always loved your sense of humor, even in a moment as intimate as this.

*

You sat on the edge of the bed, overjoyed that you had been deemed fit to leave the hospital. As you stared out of the window at the bountiful greenery that surrounded the urban hospital building, Bucky approached you quietly, his footsteps barely making a sound on the sterile floor.

"Hey, Cricket," he said softly, taking a seat beside you. "I heard it's time for you to come home."

You turned to look at him, your eyes filled with happiness. "Hey! That was my news!" you joked.

"Do you want me to get the rest of the team to help move you back home?"

You took a deep breath and looked out the window again, contemplating your response. You had been thinking about this moment for a while now, and you knew you had to be honest with Bucky.

"I appreciate the offer, Bucky, but I don't think I want to go home just yet," you said, your voice steady.

"What?" Bucky's face fell dramatically, panic on his handsome features. But you were ready for this reaction. 

"Look, Buck, I'm not saying I don't want to be with you." You put your hand on his thigh. "I just... it's been a lot, you know? I..."

Bucky looked surprised, but he nodded understandingly. "I get it, Cricket. You've been through a lot and maybe you need more time to heal."

You smiled gratefully at Bucky. "Exactly. And I've been thinking... I want to stay in my apartment and teach at the Academy. I've never lived on my own, been self-sufficient. I went from living with my family, to working for S.H.I.E.L.D., to being an Avenger. I just think it's time for me to be me. I want you to have the best of me."

Bucky sighed, pouting and running a hand through his hair. "But we could use your powers on the team. You're a valuable asset, Cricket." 

"I know," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness. “But I need a fresh start. I need to figure out who I am outside of being a superhero or an agent. I want to continue working at the Academy and make a difference in my own way."

Bucky nodded, understanding your need for independence. "I respect that, Cricket. But promise me that if we ever need your help on a mission, you'll be there."

Cricket smiled softly. "Of course, Bucky. I'll always be there when you need me."

Bucky reached out and took your hand, his touch warm and comforting. "I'm going to miss having you around all the time."

You squeezed his hand back, feeling a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving your teammates behind. "I'll miss you too, Bucky. But this isn't goodbye forever. We'll still see each other all the time, I promise."

As you sat in silence, the weight of your impending separation hung heavy in the air. But you knew that this was a necessary step for you to find yourself and for your relationship with Bucky to grow stronger.

"What will this mean for us?" he asked, tentatively.

"Well, I hope, a fresh start. One where we can both communicate better with each other."

Bucky grinned at you sheepishly. "I promise, from this point on, I'll always be here for you, no matter what. Even if I'm mad, or sad, or..."

"Horny?"

Both of you burst out laughing, plenty embarrassed and slightly aroused.

"That one is guaranteed." Bucky grazed his finger over your arm, leaving a trail for goosebumps in its wake.

 "I love you, Bucky."

"I love you too, Cricket," Bucky whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before reluctantly letting go.

As you prepared to leave the hospital and start your new journey, you felt a mix of emotions - excitement for the future, sadness at leaving your old life behind, but above all, a sense of hope for what was to come. And as you looked out at the greenery outside the window, you knew that you were ready for whatever challenges lay ahead. Everything felt different now and with Bucky by your side, you were confident that the two of you could face anything together.

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[sehodreams]

Mtl tries to fuck you in the car secretly because you’re sitting in their lap while their members are sleeping in the car. I hope you understand this😭

Hahaha I think I understood, certainly hope I did.

TW and Tags: sexual content, public sex, MDNI.

Most

Sungchan

Sohee

Seunghan

Eunseok

Wonbin

Anton

Shotaro

Least

Sungchan seems kinda weak to be honest, in the sense that, if he had you in his lap and you're wearing a skirt, with the sensation of your weight over him, he'd lose his mind, and if the trip was long, he wouldn't care who's around at certain point, he'd lose himself and fuck you, putting one hand over your mouth and biting his lips to be as silent as possible, however, I don't think he'd be successful in hiding what you two are doing.

Sohee is also so weak, I feel like he's the weakest of them all, but he's also easily embarrassed, so he'd be more successful than Sungchan in hiding you two, he'd at least try to cover you with a blanket, and would give softer thrusts so it wouldn't be too noisy.

Seunghan feels like he'd tease you, not expecting things to go further, but he would be the one bringing his own downfall, feeling how wet you got, he wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of fucking your warm insides, and after you laugh at him for being so foolish to turn himself on, he'd put it in to relieve his need a little, failing to control himself after some time and making you ride him when it was too much.

Eunseok would put on a fight because he doesn't want anyone to see you, you're only for his eyes, and he feels like he can control himself a lot more than the others, but if you moved too much over him, or you whispered sweet things on his ear, he'd break at one point and he'd try to fuck you as quickly as possible, muffling your voice with your clothes (your panties perhaps), he'd stimulate you just with the tip of his cock, and then he'd make you jump over it, but never to the base, he doesn't want the clasp of skin to echo inside the car, making you roll your eyes and lament having teased him.

Wonbin has a lot of self control, so more than fucking you, he would tease you, making you a babbling mess with just his fingers, however, for him to fuck you in that place, with everyone around, it would have to be a really special occasion or you'd have to beg with tears in your eyes, you'd just have to do something that makes him think okay, she deserves it, because otherwise he won't give in.

Anton seems like he'd be too embarrassed to give in, he'd put a lot of fight and he'd prefer to make you cum with his fingers and for him to endure his boner than fuck you with everyone around, because he knows deep inside, that the problem won't be you, but his voice.

Shotaro doesn't feel like someone who would touch you with people around you two, or at least in a place so evident with someone right next to him (even if they were sleeping), he'd endure the journey with you over his lap and his hard dick under you, and he'd be successful, but in the confidence of his room, after all the time he was in pain, he'd lose his restraints and he'd fuck you like he had never done before.

[genshinemblem564]

Genshin Isekai Headcanons

These can be sagau, but they don't have to be.

• Xinyan is stoked that you love her music, and is excited when you offer to play her some music from your world, but she's confused by some of the lyrics. She understands metaphorical lyrics, like the person described in the song isn't actually a rocket, but some of them don't make sense or feel like they were added just to fill a void. Aside from that, she kinda wants to perform some of these songs, now if only she had some band members.

• Tartaglia doesn't have much to say about the guns of your world. The pyro and hydro fatui agents already use guns of some kind, and the cryo fatui agent uses, um. What would you call an ice based flamethrower? No, what he's interested in is the immense amount of new weapons that Teyvat doesn't have, or they probably do, and we just don't hear about them. Like chain blades, I don't know what else to call them, essentially a flail, but instead of a mace, it's blade. I would write something about axes, but I feel like saving that for my crossover series. A scythe is often seen as a special lance, but you tell him that it's much more complicated than that specifically pointing out the blade, and depending on your own skill, you give him a demonstration. He is way too excited to learn all of these new weapons, like a kid excited about a new toy, you can't help but smile.

• Baizhu is perplexed when he first prescribes medicine to you, as you give him a list of allergies, if any, and are more than willing to go through proper examination to learn how resistant your body is to certain toxins. He's even more surprised when you tell him that his unique practice is actually common in your world, so that's why you don't bat an eye at potentially poisonous ingredients.

• Bennett is rather surprised. When you hang out, his bad luck seems to go away. It's actually just you using a bit of foresight, like checking the date on a flyer before rushing to a sale that had already ended, but seeing that glimmer in his eyes, you decide to let his imagination roam.

• You and Cyno are reference lords. You two reference everything, Cyno, his favorite book or book series, and you, your favorite media source. Now, if only people actually understood them, and yes, you do quote Yu-Gi-Oh when playing Genius Invokation.

• If you're an artist, then you quickly catch Albedo's attention. When he sees your drawings, he is quick to ask what you used as a muse, and your answer will have great impact on his reaction. If you point to an object or animal, his response will be normal. If you draw from memory though, he is astounded, especially if what you drew was a scene of some kind, with people, animals, or what have you. Drawing all that from memory is incredible. If you say it's something you made up, he'll compare it to when he's commissioned for his own art.

• Depending on your own interests, you'll be interacting with several different characters. I can't think of anything in depth for these few, so here's a general basis. Barbara is relieved that you're so open to different views. She knows how cruel people can be when they're closed-minded, and she's happy to teach you about the Church of Favonius and Barbatos. Noelle was lamenting not being a knight yet, which led you to bring up the seven chivalric virtues. Yae Miko and Xingqiu are very interested in the stories of your world. Xingqiu hoping to learn more about your worlds code of chivalry, but he ends up learning about justice's different forms. Yae is simply searching for new inspiration. She often calls on you when her old nemesis, writers block, appears. Nahida takes interest in you right away, wanting to gain knowledge from your world, and you seem fun. She knows better than anyone how dangerous knowledge can be, so she asks you to omit potentially dangerous subjects.

• Mona was shocked when you said that you only wanted to know the bad stuff coming your way, not that she could help you, with you being an outworlder and all. When she asked why, you told her "It's best to be prepared for all the bad coming your way, and if you know all the good coming your way, it takes away from life's natural wonder." Which was promptly followed by you asking "Where did that come from?"

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I'm thinking making more of that last one, like " Characters reaction to reader who is randomly philosophical" might need to work on the title a bit. Also, as stated above, these can be sagau, but can also be normal isekai, so I'll use both tags so they can be found more easily

[shallowseeker]

The despised episode, 9x03 I'm No Angel

I got a request to do this episode, but focus on “light-hearted/positive” aspects of it, so here I go.

Cas spends the majority of the episode, not feeling bad for himself, but feeling ashamed of his previous lack of empathy/sympathy:

He never noticed how fragile humans were before. Not like this.

He sees the hubris of the angel wars in a new light too, that they haven't got the humans' best interests at heart. They don't use their immense strength to help the downtrodden. Instead, the humans too often became pawns in their internal angel wars.

///

The episode is very modern "Prince Siddharta light"

Cas has been associated with Buddhist symbols in the past (lyres, statues) and some counter-culture stereotypes of Buddhist symbols (the drugs-kind of Enlightenment and the orgies from "The End", Daphen's lyre and kitschy statues in "The Born-Again Identity." )

Siddhartha Gautama, the Buddha, left his palace life to experience and understand the realities of human suffering. Shielded from hardship during his early life as a prince, he ventured beyond the palace walls to witness poverty, sickness, aging, and death.

Cas sees poverty:

//

Learns to appreciate sharing and kindness in a new light:

//

Sees waste:

//

Nevertheless, he's trying to suck it up. He's a little proud, still. If humans do this all the time, surely he can learn how to do it, too.

We see in earlier seasons that he managed the bus well enough, and here he's managing truck-hopping and shelter-hopping.

His identity is still a bit “angel-ey," and his perspective throughout the episode is very colored by that. I don't think he's feeling sorry for himself nearly as much as he is feeling ashamed of his previous lack of empathy.

And with sex, it doesn't seem like he views it as being taken advantage of so much as he views it as a new human experience. This could be because he's still thinking of himself as "an angel," still overestimating himself as the one with the power advantage. The whole episode is about him trying to experience "human-ish" things so he can understand them better.

He doesn't seem to truly feel bad for himself or lose confidence until Dean kicks him (temporarily) out of the bunker.

(And even then, April later remains an experience like his kiss with Meg: a performance he's proud of that fills him with confidence.)

Cas IS a bit of a perfectionist with these things...

///////////

And so April...

Given that she's a Reaper possessing a woman, most of these interactions are a bit of a sham, but there is a throwaway line that implies the Reaper is emulating the real April.

But overall, Cas's reactions and approach intimacy are still a little interesting in that and tell us a bit about how he'd approach intimacy with Dean others.

////

Bonding over wasted food, comforts, and metaphors

First, he and April "bond" over having big hearts and having each been down on their luck. They lament the wasted food; there's a light exchange of philosophy.

She learns that he's likely "newly underclass," given that he said "he never knew" how much waste there was. That contextualizes would-be-April's approach to him. She plays it as thinking he's a down-on-his-luck businessman who made bad investments.

Upon entering her home, Cas admires his surroundings, and would-be-April is a little embarrassed.

And then, this smooth little Mofo throws out a "beautiful" comment about the apartment just as she's shedding her jacket.

He comes off probably a little smoother than he intends to be, haha. He's painfully, attractively earnest.

//

In their interactions, Cas’s very dry in his explanations, and would-be-April remarks that he's: Kinda cool, kinda weird.

This is Cas in a nutshell. He's so awkward and weird that it loops around into being almost unintentionally "cool."

//

So, creature comforts.

April puts him in a terry-cloth robe, a bit of Dean-ish association, really, especially with the relatively recent introduction of the MoL robes. (Later in the episode, we'll see this echoed when Cas gets food, a shower, and clothes at the bunker.)

//

Then, light teasing about Cas's lack of (human) culture:

After sex, she'll tease him again about metaphors.

In short, they're bonding over the exchange of human "culture" and human experiences, something we'll see echoed in the later seasons of SPN.

We'll see Dean and Cas "exchange" culture in the form of music and TV, and we'll see a lot of light bickering from season 13 onwards, with Dean and Cas practicing the art of human metaphor.

//////

Cas: a hungry, eager, passionate lover with a need for feedback on his performance

In terms of style, I think it tracks that Cas might come on a little strong, then pump the brakes and ask for feedback, especially since he's newly aware of how fragile humans really are.

Cas spends the majority of the episode steeped in shame, that he never noticed the suffering and fragility of the humans. And although he's tuned into his own hunger like never before, he's ruminating on his past angelic mindest and wanting to tend to his partners needs, too. To do it correctly. Effectively.

Anyway, his hormones on overdrive here. And oh, boy is he ever touch-starved: his eyes friggin' glaze.

//

And, as usual, he's the "doer" kind of learner, throwing himself into the new experience with no small amount of recklessness:

She's gentle, he's eager. Afterward, would-be-April seems to be getting a little nervous from his dazed stoicism and lack of communication.

And because he's a liiiiitttle bit of a perfectionist, when she prompts him, he almost immediately asks for feedback, eager and willing to adjust fire where needed, already strategizing a bit on his performance, perhaps.

Despite being careful and wanting a bit of feedback, he's overall a passionate-style of lover…

…that also might lapse into not saying much unless prompted.

///

Then, Cas opens up about trusting the wrong person. Ironic, given he's erroneously trusting would-be-April here. This shows that, despite having spent the episode experiencing very human vulnerability, he still views himself as a bit above it. He doesn't view "kind humans" as a potential threat.

And okay, so I know this is a controversial scene, but let me say something... He's a kinda-weird, kind-cool smooth Mofo, isn't he? I mean, God dammit, Cas! I'm reminded a bit of that moment where he confidently tells Meg he could touch her (lower regions) in ways that would overwhelm her. After all, even if he fails at first, he's pretty sure he can figure it out. Learn.

Anyway, here, after this and would-be-April's heart-to-heart, instead of answering, he smoothly reaches over and pulls her into a kiss:

//

And even as a human(ish) being, he doesn't appear to have much of a refractory period to boot. Damn. So what have we learned? He's passionate, a little dazed, and touch-starved, and he hands out compliments like "beautiful" but is otherwise a little short on words overall.

He initially seemed to have gone with his (hungry, hungry) instincts, but afterwards, he asked for a little feedback so he could adjust if needed.

For his part, Cas really liked the sex and the touching. For her, April was definitely taking advantage, eagerly letting round two happen.

////

Later, Cas is proud of his performance, but April steals Cas's own blade to use it against him

That sly smile is a bit funny and gives us a window to how he'd approach sex with others. It’s cute that he’s feeling a little playful, a little proud, maybe a little smug. Sly as in playfully mischievous, I think.

Definitely proud of his performance. Ahem.

///

Alas. Cas comes to the kitchen, a place that SHOULD be a place of love and daily rhythms, and there's the reaper, her cruelty shining through:

It's interesting here that she's cutting FRUIT with the STOLEN angel blade. The fruit recalls a bit the fruit of Eden, the temptation and acquisition of new knowledge (aside// and if you ask Bedlund, Dean is himself the "fruit" for Cas).

Would-be-April using the stolen blade so casually—especially after such an intimate and emotionally vulnerable experience—symbolizes her having the upper hand. She’s taken something deeply personal (his "penis," his virginity, his blade) and now wields it on her terms.

Seeing Cas's angel blade, the extension of him as a divine and lethal instrument, being used for something as mundane as cutting fruit could symbolize April’s disregard for its (and by extension Cas’s) sacredness. This reflects how she views their encounter—not as sacred or profound but as casual and utilitarian.

So yeah. He was attractive and charming, maybe more than she expected. She liked that. Took it for a ride. But while he was charming enough to ride, it wasn't enough to sway her from her mission/job.

Despite his lack of experience, Cas immediately pings onto the absurdity of her decision. At first glance, one might think he's feeling discomfort with the transactional nature, but I think it might be deeper than that. (His later words don't seem to imply sexual shame so much.) I think this mostly... this loops back around to his angelic perspective.

The whole point of angels in the show is that they tend to use human trust and faith as a means of transaction. That's underlined in this episode consistently, from the radio show sermon dude all the way down to the reaper. The angels are using a radio announcer to spread "gospel," capitalizing on human weakness to entice them to serve themselves up to angels as sacrifices.

The religious people pledging themselves are not "simple fools." They're often the downtrodden, the hopeful, the lacking. But the angels use propaganda and selective truths to get their way. Their whole MO is based around "getting" people to say yes, because angels need permission. So they coerce it. Game it. And once they get it, they notoriously don't retract this manufactured consent.

Cas himself has actively deceived humans employing similar tactics, by using false trust and promises of safety, and once the human vessels were in a vulnerable position, then used that to his advantage (see: Jimmy Novak and functionally using Claire as a way to get Jimmy to say yes.).

It's new for Cas to be on the other side of it, of vulnerability and manufactured consent, and this was intentionally woven into every aspect of the episode, especially since angels taking vessels has such similar overtones.

But as for the lasting effects of this encouter, I think it's at least possible that Cas viewed this experience moreso through a lens to ruminate on his past actions as an angel.

It appears, at least on the surface level, that the experience of sex itself didn't concern him much. He seemed to make the most of that part; happy to gain experience. It's not a stretch to think maybe he was interested in using this new experience with other friends, like Dean maybe.

With regards to sex and intimacy, I think this feeds ultimately into how as a "human," he allows himself to indulge, and as and angel, he only allows himself duty. This is his whole angelic ascetism shtick that the Empty deal worked so heavy-handedly to highlight, that as an angel, Cas actively prevents himself from indulging in even in the slightest forms of happiness.

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The blade transfers hands; Dean to the rescue

So anyway. The angel blade.

Reaper-April tortures Cas with his own blade, transforming fun with his "blade" into violence with his blade.

When Dean bursts in, Cas seems like he might actually be getting somewhere with his negotiations but April, startled, panics and plunges the blade into Cas, killing him.

Dying, Cas speaks with his eyes, urging Dean to take Cas's blade and protect himself with it:

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And Dean's grief is just as stark in the script as what we see onscreen. All episode, we've seen a crazed Dean, resorting to torture and trusting Ezek-Gadreel to find Cas. And now this:

"The loss is ... staggering" and "Dean is overcome with grief" and "Dean's still in shock."

Here is the contrast of someone who stole Cas's blade (April) and someone who was entrusted with it (Dean).

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The script does get points for Dean and Sam immediately hugging Cas. (Aw.) We deserved more of that.

///

So the end of the episode sees Cas welcomed into another home, in a positive parallel to April's apartment

And he kinda starts doing the same MO he used with April, lol. He starts by throwing out a compliment about the dwelling (LOL).

Looks like he learned something, all right.

//

And Cas casually, slyly lets slip two things: One, he has sex now. And he's smiling about it because it was good. Two, he's open to having sex with friends.

Is Cas being dumb... or is he (slyly) floating the idea of fWb? (CAS MENTALLY: Friends have sex with each other. Dean is my friend.)

And then Cas says he's looking forward to, you know, guidance.

///

And Dean? Dean's so excited. His worry about Cas's vulnerability with the reaper is completely overridden by the knowledge that Cas is interested in that sort of thing. With friends, no less.

The script has Dean at a bit of a loss of words, trailing off as his downstairs brain takes over.

The idea of Cas having sex “is... so... hot and nasty.” This shows surprise, arousal, and maaaybe the "nasty" is an undercurrent of discomfort? (Could also be Dean being his sarcastic, inappropriate little tryhard self.)

But the way he trails off... and his brain screams HOT. Now that IS something.

Cas, for all his complexities—his innocence, his otherworldly nature, and his struggle to fit into the human world—has always had a certain rugged, quiet appeal to Dean.

It's also a bit fun how Dean reacts to what he at first thinks is Sam's look of disapproval. "Don't kill my buzz, Sammy." The "buzz" here is Dean’s inner energy of attraction—he’s momentarily lost in his thoughts about how hot Cas is, and the word choice reflects a certain excitement.

And his words to Sam, far from being denial or embarrassment, read a lot closer to: "Don’t ruin this for me."

//

Too bad the disapproval is Gadreel's, because Gadreel is definitely out to ruin this for Dean

Ah, Gadreel.

Dean started out the negotiation with a strong FUCK THAT. It's not until Gadreel puts Sam's life on the line and twists Dean's arm that he relents. This is a typical angelic negotiation that Gadreel is employing, in line with the angelic tactics we see all episode long.

Getting someone in a vulnerable position. In this case, despite saving Cad, Gadreel values his own safety the most. So the ultimatum is this: I let your brother die or you kick out your love.

It’s so sad. The last time Dean saw Cas, Cas was about to be locked up in Heaven forever, undertaking the angel trials even after Dean had all but confessed his affection to him. "E.T. goes home."

Now, a bunch of horrible things have happened in rapid succession. Dean has nearly lost Sam, and then Dean ran around the country, sinking into torture (a known trigger of his) just to find Cas, and THEN he was slammed with the shock-grief of losing Cas anyway.

NOW, against all the odds, Dean finds an impossible, grounded happiness with Cas dumped in his lap... only to be ripped away.

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And we return to a hungry, hungry Cas who is still in the process of trying out everything and learning what he likes best:

Excruciating? "Lose it?"

Like cry?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure they were both about to cry. Dean's fantasy of teaching Cas about humanity, of maybe wrapping him in MoL robe or blanket and feeding him comfort foods just... evaporated.

He'll have to wait a long time before he can wrap Cas in a MoL blanket or watch movies with him or make him bunker coffee, it seems...

///

The last line with the Reverand reads like such a taunt, then:

The terror of angelic coercion.

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Script 9x03 courtesy of TVWriting

[maeevel]

In my mind I always liked to think that Percy culd never become a god. After seeing what kind of a god Hercules became (some glorified bouncer basically) I kinda never liked the idea of Percy becoming a god.

Imagine doing all that just to become a minor god. A god still. But a minor god. In a time where pple don't even worship the gods.

I once read a fic from Poseidon's point of view and he was lamenting percy not choosing godhood when it was offered. He went ahead and blamed Aphrodite for it. Because of Percy's love for Annabeth he didn't was to ascend and leave her behind.

But Aphrodite countered that it's better this way. You want to see him ascend and basically become some glorified errand boy? Like Hercules? He countered and said percy wuld he honoured at his side. Aphrodite countered and said he already had Delphin and Triton for that.

Even in the books, meeting Hercules and seeing the person he was post godhood solidified and reassured Percy that his decision to reject godhood was the right. Anything to avoid becoming like THAT person.

There's something sad abt heroes who become God's in my opinion. I don't know what it is. The ichor that flows in their veins instead of blood? I don't know. But they're all... Out of touch somehow.

It's like they've totally forgotten what it's like to be mortal. They can't relate to the average hero anymore. And relate more to the casual cruelty, superiority and ambivalence of the gods more. Another example of this is Dionysus.

Bro used to be mortal. A hero. And now he has a dad bod and said all those cruel things to percy in book 3 when he went on that quest. Talking shot abt heroes all together. Where did that venom come from?.

I don't know but I think I understand Apollo now when he says he doesn't want to see her rosy blush replaced by a golden one.

One of Percy's best qualities is the fact that he's human. His best parts come from the fact that he's Sally Jackson's son (and in this case SHE'S Sally Jackson's daughter) it wuld be sad to that part dissappear.

This is becoming a very very long ask now. But I guess what I'm trying to say is, what I think I like (and what Apollo likes too maybe) is the Duality of Percy. He's obviously a big fan of the monster bits of her. But the gentleness too. The kindness and sweetness. He was Jealous of it wasn't he?

Jealous that everyone seemed to get her kindness. Her smiles. Everyone but him. She treated everyone so gently but she was cold to the gods and then cruel to him after he kidnapped her.

So maybe percy can become immortal. But does she need to become a goddess?

Yes, agreed! Tho I loooove fics where Percy ascends on his own, like for example in Tartarus. Something really tragic about his own powers outreaching him so much that they can't be contained within a mortal body 😭 Or when he ascends because the campers are starting to pray to him or burning offerings to him. It's just so good lol

And yes, Apollo knows fully that Percy would HATE to be a goddess. He wants to keep her forever, but he is also fascinated by all the things that make her mortal. So how does he keep her forever without losing that? Making her immortal without her being a goddess could be one thing, you're right about that 👀

[helpmeimmona]

Your safe place.

Pairing: Beelzebub x Early OG game gn!MC (can be either romantic or platonic)

Word count: 736

Warnings: none, I guess (???) pls enjoy

A/N: OHMYGOD I dont know how to do anything yet!!!! I need a masterlist and some other things but i dont know how to do it yet and im very lazy at the moment. I think i liked how this turned out and I hope you guys like it too. English is not my first language so if you find any grammar error pls tell me <333

AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE A BANNER REALLY THIN SO I CAN SEPARATE THINGS 😭😭😭😭

Sleeping all night in the House Of Lamentation was not an easy task.

There were countless nights when you would wake up in the middle of the night to the sounds of one of the brothers fighting, or Levi bursting into your room to talk about some new anime with an unnecessarily long name, or Mammon's shrieks during Lucifer's punishments.

But today was different. For some reason, the house was peaceful and strangely quiet. No sudden noises. Afraid to jinx it, you just went to sleep as quietly as possible. Maybe the brothers chose peace today. Maybe they were too tired. Maybe they decided to give you a reward for your good work and just let you sleep the whole night today.

Maybe today you were lucky.

"MC..."

You open your eyes. Goddammit, you jinxed it in your thoughts. Good job.

Readjusting your eyes in the dark, your drowsy and sleep-deprived mind focused on who had called your name.

Beel was standing at the end of the bed, munching on some food, which wasn't strange. But something caught your attention. He seemed strangely... helpless. The normally blunt but caring brother, built like a gladiator, was wearing a hurt expression. His eyebrows were furrowed and he seemed desperate to fill his mouth with some snack to keep his lips from trembling.

"Beel? Is something wrong?" You asked, supporting your torso with your elbows to better understand the current situation.

The redhead had his arms glued to his side, his purple hues staring down as if he was afraid he was bothering you.

"Had another nightmare." The boy mumbled, his fingertips playing with the fabric of his sweatpants.

Your heart sank.

He probably had a dream about how he had to choose between his brother and sister, and how he couldn't save Lilith when she died in his arms.

Since Beel confessed to you what happened on the day of the fall, about his sister's death and Belphegor's hatred for humans, you realized that his survivor's guilt would one day eat him alive.

"Wanna sleep here with me?" You offered, without thinking much. "I will keep your nightmares away." You are reassured.

The avatar of gluttony's eyes finally met yours, and a sigh escaped his mouth as if he had been holding it for a long time.

"You don't mind?" He asked.

"Of course not, Beel." You shook your head, lifted your blanket so that he could lay next to you. "Eats."

Beelzebub checked for any signs of crumbs on his clothes or face before he laid on his side, shyly. You chose to wrap your arms around him, starting to stroke the little hairs on his nape and allowing him to hide his head on his chest. You squeezed him, holding his broad shoulders and tracing patterns on his muscular back.

"Wanna talk about it?" You asked softly.

Beel held his torso, intertwining his legs until he was nearly merging with his body and shook his head, seeming to sink more in his skin.

"It's just that... since Belphie's not here, and you don't need to sleep in my room anymore, I feel kinda... lonely." The demon mumbled, his voice muffled against your pajamas and you cooed, squeezing him a bit more. "And I feel good sleeping with you. The nightmares don't come." He said. "You make me feel small."

A soft smile appeared on your face and you took a deep breath. Even the strongest, those who protect need a place to be protected.

"Well, feel free to sleep here whenever you feel like you need it." His grasp on you tightened, and you went back to stroking his hair.

You felt him sigh, and you hoped that even for a little, you could be Beel's safe place.

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"Oi, get up! How much have ya been sleepin' for Lucifer to send me to wake ya up?!" Mmmm, what? What loud voice is that, disturbing your silent and calm night's sleep? "Stupid human, GET! UP! ALREADY!!!"

Something pulled your heat protector, and you whined, seeking body heat from the big thing you were still holding.

"WHA- WHAT THE HELL??" The voice screamed.

Little did you know what awaited you, when you had to listen to Mammon screaming all day about how he caught your and Beel's limbs entwined in the same bed, the redhead holding you for dear life while you both snored in a tranquil slumber.

[bluetortoist]

(TW: Blood)

"Thank you for showing me Wonderland..."

So it'd be NO suprise that Arkhamverse! Alice and Hatter would have a more sadder take. Really, Eleanor would have existed before 'Origins' . A PRE-prequel I guess 😅

I don't have a lot of details about it, but I imagine it playing like Batman going on a wild goose chase to find Eleanor after she had put many of the GCPD under hostage by spiking the food and drinks that are shipped to their departments with something she shrunk down to size and injested; only promising an antidote for the deadly effects AFTER returning Hatter back unharmed. This, of course, pissed a lot of people off and already started a search for her to get the antidote by force. Batman eventually finds her location before them, they both fight, Alice turns big with her 'Eat me' biscuits as a final round. Meanwhile, Jervis manages to weasle his way out during the riot and catch up to Batman and Alice with the help of a few mind-controlled deputees. They reunite lovingly, and plan on escaping after Alice keeps her end of the deal until an officer, clearly not happy with getting both abuses from them, firing a shot. She noticed in time to push Jervis out of the way and take the shot for him. However, the wound was very fatal and wouldn't have had time to rush her to help. She died in his arms. The antidote was distributed in time and everyone saved and life went on. Jervis was surely devastated, but the events of the games continue as his memories of her become warped and scattered in his mind...

So with that said

are you ready?

Are you ready to hate me for a few minutes? 👀

Y'all can banish me out now, I understand 😂

But I like to think about 'what if' scenarios and playing around with alternate versions of something. When I first started thinking about Eleanor's death, I couldn't help but wonder what if it was Jervis who jumped in the way and died and how would Eleanor cope and continue on down the Arkham line? Honestly, I could still see her acting as independently and causing trouble as she's done before (carrying on with her Alice persona more and taking advantage of her biochemist skills and whatnot), but would still be lamenting over Jervis and keeping his hat in special, almost obsessive care, if not holding it with her all the time, and would even talk to it as if it was Jervis, still there...

Enjoy the messy angst everyone! Sorry if it's kinda boring or rushed, details might change in the future but I think this is pretty decent for now. So glad to finish these both, honestly! 💙

[katerinaaqu]

As the subject of Statius was brought before I have to say that indeed his writing has something deeply psychological and certainly he seems to bring up some amazing points

For instance to the subject of Achilles the way that he wrote the piqued emotions of Achilles that somehow end up exploding is something that was presented in the roughest and daresay animalistic way.

In his Achilleid we do see Achilles in Skyros, where he was basically carried away by his mother, against his will originally. He seems though eventually willing to try and comply to his mother's wishes. He tries his best to learn a role he never thought proper or natural for him or his dignity and yet he tries and learn. Eventually he meets Deidamia, the only person that seems to know who he is in Skyros. He starts falling for her and into his emotions, the way he never learnt to regulate in the first place much less explore his attraction and sexual desire for a woman he explodes.

He laments his manhood that he has to hide

(pudet haec taedetque fateri! -> I am disgusted to admit to be ashamed in such a manner! -translation from Latin by me).

He is frustrated. He remembers Patroclus who is now the one to shoot with his own bow and have the role of a man while he is forced to take the role of the woman and he explodes that he cannot even properly express his desire for a woman he likes

(in one way it almost feels like Statius implies the general aversion towards women showing sexual desire for each other? Taken that homosexuality even between men was kinda not fully expressed with dignity at least to the recessive party much less for women) Achilles couldn't openly show his desire for Deidamia for he was also disguised as a woman. The essence that two women could be seen in such a manner being potentially heavily criticized seems to be contributing to this identity AND sexual frustration

In the middle of these accumulated emotions Achilles assaults Deidamia (Statius mentions how he "steals his desire the "right time" tempesiva suis torpere silentia furtis) who is now frightened at his own violent behavior especially given how she herself had feelings for him. Achilles even notices how frightened she is and he even goes like "why are you scared? It is me" (‘ille ego — quid trepidas?) even after he knows she has every reason to be worried of him. He still cannot understand the severity of his actions. He has expressed his manhood which he has suppressed for so long. He thinks that Deidamia would understand. He still hasn't realized how that seems unacceptable. And yet his love, the infamous and EDGY love of his is expressed later on with his own lament to leave her for the war.

Deidamia is of course appalled. And yet she knows that she cannot report his assault without betraying his secret and potentially destroy everything so in one way she chooses to forgive him. Arguably she still loves him given how she laments the separation from him. She seems to be more traumatized by the fact that Achilles whom she arguably admires and loves has ruined that image of his in her mind. She is desperate to hold that image of the past in her as welll

The complicated emotions from them both are presented in such a way that can both disturb and give you thoughts.

The pique of the emotions of Achilles who is confused on his own identity and frustrated in his own role or sexuality and feels ashamed to admit his own manhood is also potentially why, as per Statius again, he blows his cover when Odysseus and Diomedes arrive to Skyros and Odysseus brings the two different types of gifts.

In Statius version one can even notice how Neoptolemus was born by two people who arguably loved each other but his conception was not done in an act of love but an act of confused frustration and violence (it seems that Statius could potentially use that as an "explanation" for the future crimes of violence Neoptolemus commits). Or course one doesn't need to take Statius version for this and take in the version where Achilles rapes Deidamia (although arguably this could be interesting psychological thing to add to it)

the violent act is so disturbing especially given how Statius mentions how young Achilles was brought to Skyros so he had no chance to learn what to do or how to handle his own sexuality (thus the way he is in shock himself)

Achilles was tired of hiding his manhood! He wanted to express it. He wanted to find glory at war and he wanted to take the destiny that would give his name eternal life. He had already realized that his own frustration was catastrophic and he wanted to prove it! THIS is why he picked the weapons

He made his own choice!

He is not to hide his manhood and his own desire to fight as opposed to his mother's desire to protect him! And arguably that is also the beginning of his own downfall eventually.

(As per my other Analysis on Achilles)

[rnn11203]

How much do you think Demetrius/robin tried with Sebastian? I kinda see all the parents of stardew to be well meaning in a sense that i think they do truly love their children but they get swept up and do wrong due to their circumstances, resentment, and insecurity.

I think Pam loves Penny, but her addiction, raising penny on her own, losing her job… yk? All that pain turned into more pain, i think Pam knows penny has done far too much for her, but is too ashamed to fully realize it, so to cope she internalizes it and blames penny all over. Obsesses over her own sacrifices and her own pain and ends up neglecting her.

I think Jodi loves Sam and Vincent, but she also feels resentful, lamenting about a life not lived, she married young and now worries about a husband who is different from when he left. She’s afraid that Sam’s turned lazy, but also didnt want to repeat the wasted youth she missed out on too, she bottles her emotions and it creates anxiety for Sam specifically. Kent too, its interesting that Sam feels indifferent to his fathers return isnt it? All that lost time, strangers now, Sam had grown fine without him and perhaps this creates guilt for both of them.

I think Pierre and Caroline love Abigail, honestly, i dont think the “rumors” bother Pierre THAT much, i think sometimes he feels it, maybe after a particularly rough fight with either of his family members but i think he truly loves her, he’s her dad after all no matter who her father is. Caroline too, i think it’s just this unspoken thing for them, let the town gossip, they love their daughter. I dont think they understand her very well tho, and yk, she doesnt think they do either. Its one of those things where the more you try to understand, the less you hear. Abigails relationship with her parents reads more cliche teenager to me though, i headcanon that their relationships settle as she ages. I think Abigail would move out of the valley and travel frequently but i think shed make trips back to her family often. Mostly for holidays. I think Caroline specifically would still feel anxious and wish she didnt travel as much, but i think her and Pierre’s relationship gets better in the future too. (It’s funny, Pierre is one of the least popular characters but i actually really like him).

Which brings me to Sebastian, Robin, and Demetrius. Again with an unpopular opinion, when i first played, i really liked Demetrius. Although i did feel that robins side of the arguements were more “correct”.

I headcanon Sebastian’s age to be around 22-23~ while Maru’s is 18-19~. I also headcanon that Sebastians father simply just left while Seb was around 3~. Im curious to how others think him and robin met, im unsure if its ever mentioned in game but honestly i think they met due to work. Demetrius has stated that he studies the local flora and fauna and Robin is a carpenter, i imagine she has a lot of knowledge about pelican towns native plants and animals. I think they were smitten, i can see robin liking Demetrius more nerdy/dorky behavior and robins stern, playful, spitfire personality has captured the hearts of many players after all.

Sebastian comes off as a Velcro kid to me, i think he’d be a huge mamas boy and feel almost threatened by Demetrius. I think robin and Demetrius would marry quickly, and honestly i think Maru was a planned pregnancy, I think robin wanted to give Sebastian a sibling so he’d be less lonely, and i think they’d figure that bonding would happen easier if they were closer in age. I see this being very upsetting to Sebastian, i think he’d see his father once in a while but when hes around 12-13 it’s just.. silence.

Honestly, i think Demetrius would try really hard to bond with Sebastian. But once Maru came along both him and robin were just.. busy. I think Demetrius would unfortunately think “wow this is my first child!” And it alienated Sebastian. I think Sebastian feels abandoned. Replaced. Unwelcome. Which is why he struggles with opening up to others and prefers being alone.

Unfortunately i think robin and Demetrius would just think Sebastian was a more difficult child and that Maru was an easier baby. I think this would embarrass Sebastian and shame him, i dont think they ever meant anything by it but i do think Sebastian was a fussy child who wanted to be soothed. But after their comments, he’d isolate himself so that he too, would be an “easier” child for them. As Sebastian ages i think robin would feel she didnt do enough for him, i think she worries about him often but almost feels like it’s “too late”. I think eventually Sebastian would come to resent and feel mistreated by all his parents and as his behavior worsened, he’d get compared to Maru even more, furthering the resentment and pain he feels. I do think he’d be a meaner older brother though, causing Demetrius to be more protective over Maru causing stronger feelings of “you’re not my dad!” And etc…. Can you tell im sleepy yet?

TLDR: i think they would try their best but ultimately end up sidelining him, causing him to act out more until he just didnt care anymore.

[jtks-gh05t-g1rl]

My everything.

part one

(this is copied from my Wattpad!)

not many warning besides, swear words, smoking is mentioned, and kinda cheesey or sappy.

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"what the fuck..?"

I rubbed my eyes to try to get rid of the blurriness. all I could make out was a wood podium; it reminded me of a court , the most important person in the middle, and the others on each side or in front.

I had a throbbing headache. Actually, it was my entire body that was aching. The heat was not helping my case. The only pleasant thing was the smell. It was earthy and smelt, kind of burnt ?, but in a calming way.

I finally got my vision back after a few seconds. In front of me, there were eight men; one of which caught my eye. His hair looked like the night sky right when the sun begins to set, containing hues of blue and purple.. He had the most beautiful eyes, a golden color that was mesmerizing. I noticed the person next to him whispering something to him.

"Oh! You're awake!"

I looked over at a red-haired man. He had a huge grin on his face. He was honestly very intimidating, I would be lying if I said I wasn't panicking.

"what is this? where am i?"

"It's a very long story, but y'know what else is lo-"

"Shut up!"

"Ow! You're gonna bruise my beautiful skin!" A boy with champagne like hair spoke.

"I'm just going to assume I was kidnapped, and now you're going to kill me."

"I promise you, We mean no harm," the Red haired man spoke.

"You are at The Royal Academy of Diavolo, or RAD for short, You have been chosen as an exchange student. You will be studying here for one year, You will also be representing the human realm."

"Human realm?"

"Ah, there are three realms. human realm, or human world, celestial realm, and the demon realm, which you are in currently."

It was completely silent for a couple seconds

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"are you guys high?"

"goodness no!"

"I'm so confused."

"and my head hurts."

"Barbatos?"

"I am already on it, my lord."

the man I'm assuming to be barbatos handed me a steamy cup of tea. it smelled incredible, I'm beginning to see a pattern.

"To help with your pain."

"Thank you." I said, trying to smile. The pain from all over was distracting.

"Allow me to introduce everyone before we move further."

"I am Lord diavolo, the future king of the devildom."

▪︎Leviathan's POV▪︎

[a few minutes earlier]

"psst, Levi, she was totally staring at you!!" Asmo had just whispered to me .

I gave him a "You're crazy" look. He must be psycho if he thinks someone that pretty would look at me, let alone stare.

I don't even know this girl, but I can already tell she's going to get a lot of attention here. I got an overwhelming wave of jealousy, or maybe even anger, rush over me.

I don't know this human, why do I feel like this? why am I so upset?

lord diavolo had begun to introduce everyone, and I hadn't even noticed. I was too lost in my thoughts. maybe I should stop thinking.

▪︎MC POV▪︎

one lengthy introduction and explanation later I understand what's going on and I know names of the people in front of me. I still could not take my eyes off this gorgeous boy. This is so sappy, but holy shit he's breathtaking.

"So, are you being serious about the three realms? I always thought that was like a fairytale or something."

"That's expected. Yes, we are serious." A man with piercing red eyes, I now know as lucifer, spoke. He was also very intimidating.

"I'm sorry, but all of you are extremely scary." I chuckled nervously.

"Oh sweetie, please. how could I ever be scary!"

"Hello? is she awake?"

"Right on time, solomon!"

"MC this Solomon the other human exchange student."

"Hello, MC!"

"Hi."

"Wait, don't I know you from somewhere? you look so familiar.." I gasped.

"You used to visit the book shop I work at!" I said with a huge smile plastered on my face.

"Yes! You always recommended the best books. Maybe you could recommend more in the future?"

"for sure!"

"MC, Mammon will be giving you a tour of RAD and The House or Lamentation." Diavolo spoke.

"Wha-! Why me?!" Mammon spoke, earning a terrifying stare from lucifer.

"Just kidding! I would be honored!"

"MC, if he causes you any trouble, don't be afraid to report back to me."

"Yes, sir!"

"Wow, mammon. She just got here, and she already has better manners than you!" Leviathan spoke.

▪︎leviathan's POV▪︎

She giggled at my "joke", truthfully, it wasn't a joke. I was a thousand percent serious, but she laughed.

We were all dismissed by Diavolo after mammon and MC had left. I obviously went straight to my room. I changed into something more comfortable, I could not take one more second in that uniform. I was starving, so I started to make my way to the kitchen.

"Y'know you aren't that bad for a human!" mammon told MC. They seem to be getting along well.

mammon to distracted to notice me, so he walked into me.

"Oi! Watch it, Levi!"

"You bumped into me!" Mammon's eyes lit up as if he had the most incredible idea.

"You're right, Levi! I'm sorry!"

"On an unrelated note! Can you finish this tour for me? I'm so exhausted."

"Oh em gee, do you hate me that much?" MC said, giggling.

"Of course not!" he said, running away.

"Well, I guess I don't have a choice."

"Oh my gosh! You like TSL?"

she said, gesturing to my t-shirt.

▪︎MC'S POV▪︎

"O-oh yeah!" the boy said, rubbing his arm.

"I've been a fan for years!"

I started to zone out as the indigo-haired boy went on rambling about his favorite characters and favorite book. staring at his features, thankfully he didn't notice. I didn't mind his rambling. It helped me get to know him better.

"Oh yeah! the tour! sorry, I got distracted."

"No, that's okay. I only just now got into TSL, but you seem to know a lot. Maybe you can tell me more about it later?"

"I would love too- I mean, that would be cool!" he had the most beautiful smile.

"Where have you not seen? What's left of the tour?"

"Oh, uhm, I think I just need to see where I'm staying."

"ok cool! this way." Levi turned on his heels.

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"Right here!"

"Whoa, this room is really nice."

"It's all yours, I think lucifer said that you'll get all of your things back sometime this week."

"Thank you, levi!" I said smiling.

"No problem! I-I'm gonna get going, uhm, goodnight!"

He walked away before I could say anything.

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(if you find typos pls lmk thx lol :p)