#and since it just worked so well i latched onto it yk. and i have to trust as i get more confident and move on in the world

[fappellmoan]

something on my mind rn. as you all know i’m a lesbian. applause from the audience. and sometimes it just gets to be like annoying when. well. so i have at least A friend who’s asked me several times over ‘so you don’t have Any attraction to men? like at all?’ and i know they’re not being like malicious but you know. that answer has not changed since like seventh grade. and in the same vein it just feels aggravating when i have the nerve to say Oh i think she seems like a lesbian. that’s giving dyke. etc. and to be met with ‘umm well maybe she actually does like men.’ like. first of all in personal conversations if i’m just saying shit chances are i’m just going off of patterns from my own life or other lesbians i know. i’m not here for Bi Erasure and i promise you in this context your attraction to men is not ever invalidated as much as my lack of it. esp in college with so many people talking about their dating/app experiences and etc it’s 99.9999% of the time about men and i just Can’t participate in that conversation which is yk not the end of the world but a bit isolating and even if i do contribute anything it just feels like… a slight Stiffening like. and even just getting brushed off with Well yeah but you’re not even into guys. like real! i still have eyes though. and esp when my attraction isn’t being celebrated and engaged with in the way theirs is it’s just really fucking lonely! and maybe that’s a gross inner voice of insecurity that i’m projecting onto them but like you must get what i mean right. there’s still this odd air specifically around people who Do Not engage with men at all. and if i do make any kind of joke or comment abt someone maybe just Not being into guys i’m made into the asshole who’s invalidating their experiences etc when like. i’m just saying shit man idk. and it’s like many of these people are bi and claim attraction to women but get so like uncomfortable actually talking about it. i don’t think i’m the one with problems! i think there’s still some internalized shit there. you know. anyway all this to say as much as we’ve had the conversation of invalidating bi attraction some of you need to think about not treating gay attraction as this secondary awkward weird elephant in the room. and on a more personal note on top of the Everything that was getting under my skin last night this was just a cherry on top where i was feeling soo… misunderstood and invalidated lol even tho again i largely think those friends were being very supportive and kind to me. this is just one thing i was like. 😐

[inchidentally]

I only know of a truly shitty moment that I wasn't around for when Kelly's skirt flew up and he wouldn't delete the photo of it for ages. other stuff is just vague so maybe someone else has details? he posted pics of the Tr*mp visit and found out the logistics behind it but he's definitely slick about not taking sides or expressing an opinion if he thinks it might lose him followers.

since I've been in fandom it's more that he's a gossip fiend and won't mind being a bit shady for engagement - he'll also embellish stories at times to increase traffic. he tracks his numbers obsessively and like recently the total non-story of him thinking Carlos was the one to write the England/Spain score on Lando's sign but it turned out to be Caco and when Kym asked Lando if he'd retaliate he said no - and then like clockwork Kym showed up to photograph Lando nudging Carlos' car with his body the next day alsfgsjalfg. he used carland0 in the tags and text and video and made two whole posts and said it was the most engagement he'd gotten in weeks - so yea he's mostly just a PR hoe w boomery male attitudes. but can apparently be worse.

he latched onto Oscar early (I wanna say as soon as Oscar became Alpine reserve) and chats (occasionally) to Lily bc he always knows how they're traveling and if she's there or not. BUT ! they clearly have no idea about him outside of he's Aussie and is one of the well-known photographers so no one should assume they condone anything else about him or have even asked to be associated with him.

I feel for the wags tbh bc he's the primary source for their pictures actually being ID'd as their real names and not just "driver's girlfriend/wife" and the teams work with him a fair amount so like. what choice do they have but to smile and not get on his bad side yk?

[c4rdz]

THESE ARE SO SMART

my own crazed ramblings below lolsies

I could so see Law and an absol making friends when hes younger then getting a mime jr from Cora. with absol im imagining he meets it around the time of flevance and gets attached because yk... its alive and nice to him. and the absol is like 'woah! sad kid who isnt scared of me? ok mine now.' and happily sticks with him

The idea of him having a sneasel has stuck with me since its a very smart ice type known for sharp claws and such. A lot of its pokedex entries mention one luring parents away so they can steal eggs so maybe that could be something But! all i remembered about the line b4 fact checking is that their highly intelligent with its evo's pokedex entries saying they leaving markings for eachother to read. Honestly reading more of Weaviles pokedex entries itd be cool if a sneasel joined his team on swallow island. Either the pokemon was orphaned and saw the boys and latched on or the other way around where a sneasel tried to adopt Law.

For a pokemon with teleport maybe ralts evolved into gallade? gallades like a knight the protects people using its elbows as blades. ralts also learns teleport very early and honestly other then the abra line the pokemon that can learn teleport are either legendary/mythicals or are claydol + natu and they fit robin better.

ALSO UMBREON! your right so good for him. I remember in the anime there was an unbreon that evolved in the middle of the night to protect its owner (i can't remember what gen this was so i cant fact check this was a real ep tho) and i could see that being in a way how Law gets one. If he had an eevee since he was small then it would definitely have enough friendship to evolve into espeon or umbreon- and it evolving to save him specifically makes a lot of sense.

AND BISHARP it being a fighter but living in groups works so well for law your bias us right here. also ita shiny is blue and gold which is entertaining- idk if hed have a shiny but its fun to notice.

Penguin is easy theres multiple friends to pick from for him. I think Delibird is the best for him to at least start out with. In the Law novel Penguin wanted to work in a restaurant and all of delibirds pokedex entries have it carrying food everywhere for people (also delibird is the funniest choice to me). Piplup would be coolio- its poledex entries are very 'tsundere lone wolf' type and what i remember of it early in the anime that kinda fits. if he had a piplup its because it reminded him of law tbh and eiscue because of bepo.

Cetoddle for Shachi is so cute your so right. No more points on that its just so good. i also kinda want to give him a spheal. idk why i just think its be very sillay- wait had the thought of him with oshawott and i am definitely not biased because oshawott was one of my favs in the anime

For Bepo galarian darmanitan would be a good partner pokemon i think- big snowy gentle giant that can still fight. The cubchoo line works if in this au theres no minks other wise its just a polar bear with a pet polar bear.. Though honeslty eiscue could work for Bepo too since its a pokemon that drifted over from a far away land. I think I like the darmanitan line as like his partner pokemon and if he was to get more an eiscue could possibly find a way onto his team. maybe avalugg too because that was my first though for a bepo pokemon but im not super confident on that

what pokemon do you think law or the other heart pirates would have?

i think ive seen someone give law alolan marrowak b4 which is cool but other then that idk what hed have. maybe sneasel?? no clue

excellent question, thank you so so much for the ask!!

those two are awesome choices, i can totally see them working out! they definitely have the vibes for sure

gonna keep alllll my rambling below the cut here because i love letting my autisms collide like this /silly (also because it is quite long, lmao) i definitely have thoughts... many thoughts...

whenever i think of pokemon teams for this au thing, i always try to keep regions and types in mind. with the main heart pirates, i usually lean towards picking ice types or other similar vibes that tie into the minion/swallow island area specifically (or just the north blue in general.) but law is an overall dark type trainer for sure.

umbreon has the vibes, and has the moves!!! mean look, last resort, moonlight, baton pass, guard swap, and more remind me of law. also him as a child with an eevee is cute to me, i won't lie...

i think law getting an absol while he's young would be especially fun... considering y'know... everything. (namely flevance. or even before meeting the donquixote family maybe?) the whole doom bringer/appearing before disasters... it works. i love this concept. also yayyy edgy pkmn, can't go wrong with that lmao

i think any healing, teleporting, or sword/blade themed pkmn are also worth considering. tons to choose from!!! i also think a whismur or mime jr passed down from corazon would be adorable, specifically for the soundproof ability. huge fan of this idea...

i wanna say bisharp is also an option, for sword reasons. but also because bisharp is my fave pkmn and law is my favorite op character, so... i'm very biased. i think swords dance + (night) slash would be good for moves. plenty of other fun ones too!

for penguin, there's definitely all the penguin pkmn to choose from (eiscue, delibird, the piplup line, iron bundle) gotta keep that theme LOL

this was a blast to write about!!! once again, thank you!!

maybe shachi with a wailmer...? cetoddle/cetitan would be super cool actually!!! i rly like that one, sticking with that for sure

i could see penguin and shachi with more water types as well! i would have to think on it more.

lots of options for bepo... not sure what to choose though. plenty of ice types could work, and i think fighting types would also suit him. galarian darumaka/darmanitan and crabominable perhaps...? could go with the bear pkmn too lolll

[suguruverse]

Hey sweetheart! Firstly, your blog is so beautiful and your writings are just pure gold. But I especially enjoyed reading Inarizaki trio and Nishinoya and Tanaka as best friends, so I was wondering if you could write that but with Oikawa and Iwaizumi? Thank youuu❤️

-🦔

— BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH OIKAWA AND IWAIZUMI

includes - oikawa tooru and iwaizumi hajime

a/n - i’m considering making this a series!! thoughts?? <3

- LMAO GOOD LUCK WITH THIS ONE

- i’m just gonna start this off by saying that they are the biggest cockblocks ever

- you could literally be talking to ANYONE who is the opposite gender whether it be a cousin or a friend and they’ll still be like:

“hey BABE, how’s my lovely GIRLFRIEND doing? doing good? are you’re legs okay after WHAT WE DID LAST NIGHT. sorry for being so ROUGH. please forgive me BABY”

- that’s mostly oikawa but what ever

- istg oikawa flirts with you like it’s no ones business

- doesn’t matter if you guys are best friends, he will 100% act like your very own horny boyfriend

- but whenever he does that, iwa is right there protecting you 😩

- one time oikawa slapped your ass as a joke and iwa beat him up

- iwa: the protector of women

- being best friends with iwa = having your own knight in shining armour

- they honestly act as if you’re so fragile and as if you’re a baby that needs protecting

- ugh the nicknames

- oikawa prefers petnames like cutie, babe, baby. yk the basic ones

- iwa likes petnames that have ‘my’ in front of it like ‘my love, my dear’

- the three of you guys grew up together so they always have a little soft spot for you especially iwaizumi

- they just love doting on you so much <3

- trying to find a boyfriend? good luck

- they always find a problem in any guy that you show even a little bit of interest in

- one time, you said that you were gonna hang out with makki and mattsun and they literally gave you the cold shoulder for a week

- OMG WHENEVER YOU GUYS HANG OUT TOGETHER, YOU AND OIKAWA DO VLOGS AND IWAIZUMI HATES IT SO MUCH

- tbh nobody knows why iwaizumi still tolerates you guys but we all know he’s secretly a softie

- you never greet them normally, you always jump onto them and latch on like a koala to get their attention

- since iwaizumi is more reserved than oikawa in a way, you guys love staying in to watch movies and cuddle

- THEY. ARE. SO. OBSERVANT.

- you could have the smallest change in your behaviour and they would know straight away

- they are seriously the best people to talk about your feelings with

- depending on what you want, they can easily give you sympathy or a logical solution

- attending their games is a no brainer

- and because of how well you deal with them both, they practically forced you into the gym and said that you’re gonna be their manager

- you didn’t really mind because you got to spend more time with them

- you were also able to watch over oikawa and make sure that he wasn’t overworking himself and staying up late

- you also serve the purpose of calming down iwaizumi and kyotani when needed

- when they lost against karasuno, you were right there to hug them and comfort them for the next couple of days

- you and oikawa and always doing some weird shit in public to embarrass iwaizumi and its works

- but he always leaves you guys because sometimes he just can’t deal with your bullshit </3

- iwaizumi is always dragging you out at like 5am to go on a run with him

- OIKAWA IS THE CLINGIEST MF ALIVE

- like sometimes you’ll fall asleep alone in bed then wake up with oikawa clinging onto your waist like his life depended on it

- when you questioned it, he just said that he missed you

- but mf how’d you get in the house

- daily roasting battles

- some people wonder how you guys are still friends when yall literally speak to eachother like you hate one another

- THEY ARE HUMAN HEATERS AND YOU ARE NOT AFRAID TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT

- matching items <3

- shopping with oikawa is a dream come true

- iwaizumi??? not really

- he’s got the spirit tho

- he’s like the type of guy who awkwardly hold your bag when you’re trying on clothes

gc name: y/n’s fanclub

oikawa: where’s y/n, i can’t find her

iwa: my house, why?

oikawa: IWA CHAN, HOW DARE YOU, STEALING MY PRECIOUS BABY LIKE THAT

iwa: shut up shittykawa, she’s sleeping in my arms right now. so stop texting or come over and watch the movie with us

oikawa: IWA CHAN WHY WASN’T I INVITED FROM THE START

iwa: you were, but you said no because you were busy with volleyball

oikawa: i-

iwa: so you coming or not, ur gonna wake them up with all the notifs you idiot

oikawa: hmph, im coming over and you guys better not be cuddling when i get there

iwa: too late, already are, did you not see my text from before ^^

you: TOORU SHUT UP STOP COMPLAINING AND JUST GET HERE ALREADY YOU’RE SO DAMN LOUD

oikawa: y/n-chan that’s not very nice of you, i thought i was your favourite

you: wrong, its haji

oikawa: HAJI??? HAVE YOU GUYS BEEN CANOODOOLING BEHIND MY BACK

iwa: so what if we have, just get here already dumbass

oikawa: already here, open the door before i break it down 

iwa: use the backdoor, i cant get up, y/n is lying on top of me

oikawa: i’ll remember this day, you two, watch your backs

you: yk tooru if you’re just gonna keep texting and not come into the house, you might as well just go home

oikawa: shut up im coming <3

you: <3

iwa: <3

[atsuwiee]

enha reaction to their filo s/o calling them these nicknames:

mosh - my one and only sweetheart

moo - my one and only

loml - love of my life

homie - home

poy - promise only yours

yam - you are mine

liy - love I'm yours

yom - you own me

cial - special

wip - walang iba promise

wim - walang iwanan mahal

abunjing bunjing - "cutie"

ali - akin lang ikaw

i feel it would be just so funny pls 😭😭😭😭😭

enhypen's reaction to when their filo s/o calls them different nicknames!

fun fact! (that no one asked for lol): my actual nickname here at my place is "abunjing bunjing" i wasn't called tel a lot by my family, they just called me that HAHAHA i lrly lived with that nickname for 16yrs and until now they (still) call me abunjing bunjing.

anyways i hope you like this!

also this is kinda taglish ? so yeehaw

-ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅ ⑅ ♥̩̥̩♥̩̩̥͙♥̩͙ˊˎ -ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅ ⑅ ♥̩̥̩♥̩̩̥͙♥̩͙ˊˎ

heeseung - mosh (my one and only sweetheart)

he just got home from work

and you really missed him that you basically latched onto him

"i missed you so much, mosh!" "...mosh ???????"

doesn't know who mosh is

well it's basically him

and he's there really confused

"y/n, who's mosh?"

you laugh and then you're like "you!"

so he's confused again and says "me ??"

"yes, you! it means my one and only sweetheart" "aaaw 🥺"

thinks it's really sweet of you to call him that

jay - homie (home)

"hey y/n, can you pass me my glasses, i can't see my game quite well" "yeah sure homie, here you go"

goes like "???" and asks you to repeat what you called him

because he thinks he misheard you

"what did you just call me?" "i called you homie"

the fact you looked unfazed while saying that, made him look at you in more confusion

because you looked so chill when saying that

"why are you calling me homie? i'm your boyfriend, y/n" "because you're my home hehe" "i- okay that's smart"

yeah thinks that nickname you said is really witty

doesn't mind the next time you use it

jake - cial (special)

you needed help in studies

or work

so you called jaeyun to help you out

"cial, can you come here and help me out?" "who the heck is cial?"

is in confusion

thinks it's another guy

won't help you until you tell him who the heck cial is T-T

"you, gago, now help me" "mY NAME IS JAEYUN NOT CIAL???" "YOUR SPECIAL TO ME KASI NOW JUST HELP ME"

looks at you like this the for a good minute "🥰"

then he kisses you and says "okay i'll help you now since you're so sweet"

sunghoon - abunjing bunjing (cutie)

he just happens to be staying there on the couch and you just went to him

and started to annoy him (jokingly annoy him)

"sunghoonie, abunjing bunjing!!" "what the hell is abunjing bun whatever you said?"

IS SO CONFUSED PLEASE

like his stoic expression just breaks yk

"it means cutie, hoon" "so you think i'm cute? 🥺"

he rarely does that but yes he just did

DOES IT BACK TO YOU LMAO

"y/n-ah, abunjing bunjing!!"

you find it weird for him to use it back at you but you started it so you can't really do anything lol

abunjing bunjing starts to become you and sunghoon's nickname from now on

(more members under the cut!)

sunoo - yam (you are mine)

"yam!" "who ?"

questions who yam is and why you're calling him that

and you're just there.... giggling

and he's like "y/n, who's yam? >:("

"you're yam!" "i'm not yam, i'm sunoo!"

JUST LITERALLY CONFUSED

and then you tell him that he's yam

still is confused so will ask why that nickname and what does that mean

"yam means your are mine, sunoo" "oh- well i am yours, forever, so-"

thinks it's really sweet though hehe

jungwon - ali (akin lang ikaw) trans: you're mine

it was dinner time, and both of you just decided to buy some food over the phone

to have it delivered

"ali, what do you want for dinner?" "i want- wait who's ali?"

probably had thought it was another guy

when you tell him it's him, he's going like "????"

like just confusion written all over his face

because you usually call him wonnie, and not ali

"ali means akin lang ikaw" "and in english it's?" "you're mine" "i- 😳"

KINDA FLUSTERED

didn't think you were that smooth in giving him nicknames

ni-ki - wim (walang iwanan mahal) trans: i'm not leaving us, love

"can we play together?" "sure, wim"

he's like "tf is wim? 🤨"

just pure confusion

but proceeds to play the videogame with you

still thinks about what you called him causing him to pause the game

"why'd you pause the game? you alright?" "why did you just call me wim?"

he asks in a semi-serious tone, maybe thinks it's another person

you just shrug and say "it means walang iwanan mahal, it's kinda cute to say y'know?" "and that means?" "we're not leaving each other, love"

lowkey kilig

starts smiling and giggling because he liked it

[adoristsposts]

in which you find out amy kissed the doctor and in a fit of jealousy, act out your own impulsive plan of revenge

doctor x gn! reader

word count; 899

wrote this at 3am and the tenses r kind of strange but yk what! thats okay. enjoy, i guess. had this idea swirling around in my head for a while :)

rory had seemed huffy all day. you have an inkling as to why, it's the same thing that keeps you awake at night. the doctor and amy are uncomfortably close. it's enough to make you, the doctors companion of a long, long time worry. i mean, he hasn't bonded with anyone like this in ages. not that you know of. you were there for the end of martha's time, and while you two got along her and the doctor never seemed to click completely. donna you absolutely adored, the three of you never had a dull moment or even a second of awkward silence. you miss her.

but amy? amy's your mystery. the doctor and you had met her when she was a child, and yet he's the one she latched onto. her 'raggedy doctor'. in her stories, you were just the sidekick he had brought along. you haven't clicked with the girl yet. she seems enjoyable enough, but something about the way she looks at him makes you shift in your seat. the tenth doctor, he was who you adored. his quick wit, his jokes, everything. it was only when he was reincarnated into... this. this being that smothered you with love and attention. the one thing that the tenth doctor could never do. ten's lack of it is what built the dam to stop your childish crush on him breaking through. eleven's never ending supply of it is what broke it.

it's not as though you have no chance. you are almost certain there is a reciprocation. amy just makes you doubt how much feeling, exactly, is returned. and, also, it isn't exactly easy to label a relationship with a man who travels time and space for all of time.

"honestly, rory, get over it!" amy sighs. her accent brings a comedy to her words. she's the pants of the relationship. "well, sorry if i can't exactly get over you kissing this- this doctor!"

"what?" you ask. the doctor had said no such thing. you left him on his own to drop amy off in her own time. after all, as you said, the two of you hadn't exactly bonded yet. you look over at the doctor, who's looking at you with an alarmed expression. "oh no.. oh no. thought not telling you would work. it went better in my head" he says calmly. he seems confused as to why that didn't work. it appears he didn't take rory williams into account. "you kissed him?" you ask amy. she juts her bottom lip out and shakes her shoulders in an i guess sort of action. how can she just 'guess' doing something you've wanted to do for oh so long?

your mind is racing. did he kiss back? he must have if rory is so mad. annoyed, actually. rory's far too passive to be mad. you really quite like him so far. you feel slightly bad for the plan that sets into mind as you walk towards the couple.

"y/n what are you-"

the doctor's words die in his throat when you grab rory by the collar and pull him in for a kiss. he stands there, wide eyed. you pull away after a second, pursing your lips. then you smile and turn to amy. "how does that feel? an eye for an eye, you could say"

amy pauses for a second, thinking. "fair enough" she finally says. you grin. maybe you can get along with this girl after all. especially since that kiss made you feel absolutely nothing. if anything, uncomfortable. "fair enough? that is definitely not fair enough!" the doctor exclaims. "rory? i mean, you kiss rory?"

"you kissed her!" you argue,

"actually, she kissed me"

"you still kissed!"

"i didn't even kiss her back! i just stood there! a bit like rory just did" this makes you fall quiet. "oh" you simply say.

"yes, oh" the doctor agrees, letting out a sigh of relief as he realizes that your fit is subsiding. "and if you were going to kiss anyone in retaliation, couldn't it have been me?"

you quirk a brow, giving him a look. "did you want it to be you?" he gives you a look you've never seen before. a smirk, you finally figure out. he never smirked in his past body. "yes, i most certainly did" he admits. it's your turn for your snarky words to die in your throat. amy clears her throat, "rory, why don't we go to bed"

"but im not ti-"

"rory" with her commanding tone, the man stiffens.

"okay"

the second they're gone you walk towards the doctor. "kiss you, huh?"

"mmhmm" he agrees. you stop when you're so close to him your chests are nearly touching. he stares down at you with that dumb, oblivious grin. "my god, doctor, you are oh so stupid" you whisper.

"what do you mean? i'm quite literally a genius" you laugh at him. your doctor is not as smart as he thinks he is. gently, you play with the opening of his coat. then without a word, you pull him closer to you. "getting it now?" he looks puzzled for a moment, then he smiles. "getting it" he replies. he surges forward, connecting your lips. you wrap your arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss.

you bet this is a lot better than the one with amy.

[palbabor-writes]

oh my god! your writing is amazingggg. may i please have a creepy! shiggy, dabi or hawks whichever one is easier for you where they really like the reader so they do yk normal creepy stuff like stealing her underwear and humping her bed and one day they get caught and they thought she’d be disgusted but she’s lowkey into it and she’s just super sweet and praising and a HUGE SERVICE TOP. I think they just need some good pussy 😔 if you decide to do this then THANK YOUUUU

｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ you’re too nice nonnie & tysm. i’m glad you’re here!

warnings: general degeneracy, masterbation, handjobs, SMUT, panty sniffin’   

You make a point to leave your room unlocked.

Oh, you’ll switch it up, every so often, just so he has something to work for, but  you prefer to pressure him with a time crunch instead of a locked door. It’s always so much fun. You make a show of dashing up the steps, feet thudding heavily on the warped wood. Then, right when you’re on the threshold, gosh, how could you be so daft, so thoughtless! You’d left your supplies downstairs, again! You’d forget your head if it wasn’t attached to your shoulders. Silly, silly, silly.

The display does what you need it to, namely, giving him the chance to slink away. He’s always whisper quiet when he creeps into your space, it’s a miracle you’d caught him. But, even super-villains find themselves on the back foot sometimes, and boy, was he clumsy about this. 

It wasn’t like him. That was the slip up. No, his one, original, mistake was a simple one.

He’d left evidence of his arousal, of his lewd, heated, heart thudding, want. It was tacky, sticky, absolutely dripping with the milky residue of him. He’d tried to bury it deep, pressing it down into the bowels of your hamper, likely praying that it would remain hidden and you wouldn’t question it further when you did stumble upon it, hopefully weeks later.

You didn’t like to leave your hamper open and you certainly never, ever, left it beside your bed. It had been another long day and, at first, you’d only given it a swift glance, replaying the events of the night before. Maybe you’d lugged it over, too tired to pace the small distance? You had been in a rush. It was plausible.

Kicking your boots to the floor, you raise a hand to lower the lid of your plastic hamper when you spot the cascade of clothing. Again, it’s a tiny, tiny, fragment, but he should know better. It’s your job to notice the small, the obscure. Retcon is your bread and butter and this is too much, too tempting to ignore. 

Fingers follow the hollowed space his arm has left behind and you hit the panties, seconds later. They’re warm, wet, and you clutch them into your palm and pull.    

Fuck.

The lace is soaking. Fresh lines of cum run in thick rivulets, falling down your upturned hand and along your wrist, dribbling onto your bare feet. For a moment, you can’t seem to process the image that’s before you, your mind whirring through the possibilities, the faces. Who...no...which one of them did this?

The next morning, you’re quiet. It’s not unnatural. After all, it’s freaking 7 am, no one at the bar is talking. As you sip on your chilled, canned, coffee, your eyes carefully size up the men who are lounged around you. 

Shigaraki is perusing a newspaper, the pallid hand of father obscuring his face, but you can still catch sight of the red glint of his eyes. He looks bored. He hadn’t even looked up when you walked in, his back bowed and head down, engrossed in his search.

Dabi is perched on one of the dilapidated couches, his long legs curled under him, flicking a bashed lighter, open and closed, open and closed. Like Shigaraki, he hadn’t lifted his gaze to you at first. He had, however, answered a question. Just the one, when you’d asked him if he had found any newbies, any potential recruits. He’d snarked his reply, his cerulean irises latching onto you with a cruel sharpness. No was his answer and you hadn’t pressed for any further elaboration.

Compress was shuffling a deck of cards. Spinner was ticking through his phone. Twice was chittering with Toga. Nothing was out of the ordinary. You finish your breakfast and tell them that you’re heading out. 

No one replies.

******

Unsurprisingly, it happened again. 

It’s a different pair of panties but the glisten of the cum is the same. So is the lowered placement, the bevel of the clothes, and the position of the hamper. However, it’s a little more calculated this time around. The lid is closed and there are no traces of his entry, no cuts or nicks on the door handle or key hole, no scattering of your things, no dip on your bed. There’s nothing. 

Alright. Two can play at this game. 

The hamper is moved, strategically maneuvered into the bathroom that your room holds. You’re careful to leave the lid propped. It looks haphazard, but it takes a precise click of the plastic to lock it into that position. You’ll be able to tell if it’s been moved. 

You tug your panties out of your dresser and count them, noting the colors, patterns, the imperfections in the lace. If you’re going to do this, you need to know what you’re working with. The inventory must be precise, each variant recognized and tallied. 

Every day, it’s a rinse and repeat process. Yank the flutter of fabrics out, spread them across your sheets and count. It’s tedious, bordering on annoying, but you wanna know. It’s like an itch. It sits right where you can’t reach and it tickles at the back of your mind. Besides, you’ve always liked a good puzzle. Although, this isn’t quite what you had in mind, you’ll take it and you’ll solve it, if it’s the last thing you do. 

Two days after you start this mind-numbing task, four pairs go missing. 

******

It’s late when you stumble back into the hideout, padding past the darkened bar and up the steps. The mission, despite its lower ranking, and pay, you think bitterly, had taken almost three days. Thankfully, the information you’d gleaned was worth it, but you’re exhausted. You’re wiping a sleepy hand across your face when you notice your door.

It’s ajar.

Instinctually, you fall to your haunches, tip toeing toward the crack, eyes narrowed, fingers curled into fists. The room is pitch black but there’s something, no, someone, in there. You can make out their outline. It’s a jagged cut that sits upon your bed and you can hear the tiny hitches and groans that they’re gasping out.

As your eyes adjust, you can see more. Your knees fall to the floor, digging into the wood and you steady yourself against the wall, eyes wide. He’s propped along your pillows and his hand is working over himself, using the friction of another pair of your panties to rub himself to completion. You can’t make out the exact shape of his cock but from the rapid fire tugs of his fist you can tell it’s long. It must be thick too, since he needs to adjust his pulls toward the tip.

He’s quiet, but you can still hear the catches and moans he’s making. Your name slips out too and the utterance makes your mouth go dry. So that’s who it is. Well, wonders never cease. 

In the months that you’d known him, he hasn’t paid you much mind. Even through the haze of this strange obsession, he hasn’t altered his day to day routine, hasn’t broken character, hasn’t spoken to you unless the situation absolutely called for it. 

Damn. It’s too much, it’s way, way...no. No. It’s not that it’s too much, you think, mesmerized by the sight that’s splayed across your sheets. It’s nowhere near enough. 

You want to march in there, yank your soiled panties off his dick and hear what kind of noises he would make for you then. Would he shove you off, or would he welcome your notice? Either way, he’s too close now.

His hips have started to rut upwards, unable to resist the rhythm he’s created. The moans have drifted into hisses and his back arches when he cums, those familiar ropes of white splashing across the pastel of your lace. He’s careful to catch the drops, pinching the end of his cock and shuddering at the overstimulation. As he sits up, you cautiously rise, unsteady on your wobbling legs. 

You’re halfway down the stairs when your door shuts. His footsteps recede down the hallway and you can hear him as he thuds into his own space, the click of his lock reverberating in your ears. 

******

Thus, the game of cat and mouse continues. 

Outwardly, neither of you reveal your hand, keeping your cards close to the chest, out of each others line of sight. Your door locks, unlocks, and you keep losing more panties. You’ve marked the one that will make the difference. It’s your new, favorite, pair. You haven’t worn them yet, but they’re a lush item, expensive, luxuriant, an excess that you don’t usually allow yourself. You’d purchased them the day after you’d finally caught sight of him. You couldn’t help it. 

Most people, you reason, would be horrified by this situation, but not you. Oh no, you’re so turned on you can barely sleep. You start to masterbate in the early evening, when you know the others are moving around, your fingers trailing past your dampened curls, a careful fingernail pricking along your clit. You’ve even left your door open, cracked, welcoming the attention of anyone passing by. Once, you could have sworn you’d heard him. The whisper of that gasp, imagined or not, had bowled you over, your thighs clamping around your wrist, your cunt pulsing around nothing, hungry, slathering, desperate for more. 

You want to just toss those panties on your bed and provoke the interaction. Goddamnit, how much longer is he gonna make you wait?

****** 

Not even 24 hours later, they’re gone. 

He’s getting reckless, too. Your hamper is knocked over, the dresser drawer that holds your underwear is a crumpled mess, and he’s deliberately left a vacant hole where the panties used to lay. It’s screaming for your attention and you can feel your heartbeat thrumming against your breast. 

Finally.  

The next mission you’re assigned is easy, too easy. It’s mid-afternoon and there’s no reason for you to be back this early. Well, that’s an oversimplification. There is a perfectly excellent reason for you to be back, you’re just hoping the sliver of intel that was dropped for you will pay off. 

Apparently, while the rest of you were out pounding the pavement, he’s elected to stay behind. He had something he needed to take care of. 

“It sounded important,” Toga informed you, her voice lilting, rising with that sharp toothed smile of hers. 

“Why are you telling me this,” you’d asked her, biting your lip and crossing your legs, soothing the throb that’s pricking in your core. 

“He just told me to tell you, didn’t ask him anything more. You know how he is. He can be, prickly,” Toga winks, popping her head to the side, bouncing her golden locks. 

“Alright,” you reply, adding a mask of disdain and disinterest to your performance. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” 

Lies, lies. 

So many fucking lies, but he must know that you realize, that you know. Why else enlist Toga? He hated having to lay things out. No, he must know, he has to.    

The bar is empty and the upper floors are deathly still.

Your door is sensibly shut but you can make out his jerks, his gasps, and those choked whimpers that echo past the flimsy wood. Your hand catches against the knob and you take one, last, steadying breath. 

Here we go.       

When you swing the door open he startles upward, his white hair curtaining the flush of his cheeks. Those vermillion irises land on you and he vaults away, nearly tumbling off the side of your bed. His pants are still bunched around his thighs, so that hinders him from making a true getaway. As he’s fumbling with the dark material, you don’t miss the shake of his hands and the spread of that lovely blush.

Oh, this is too perfect.

Before he can finish tucking himself back in his pants, you’re dashing across the top of your bed, ignoring the discarded panties, ignoring the dark glare that he gives you, ignoring everything but that heated bulge that’s giving him so much trouble. 

Impatient, your fingers curl around his wrists and you use the millisecond of surprise that your swift action has gifted you. With a low gasp, he falls forward, his knees sinking into the softness of your mattress. One hand lowers to brace himself, but he’s careful to keep a finger arched away, preserving the permanence of your bed. Before he can get his bearings, you’re pressing him onto his back, straddling his lean hips and lowering those dark pants back down. 

His cock, badly concealed by the upper line of his boxers, springs out, curving proudly toward his muscled stomach. For his part, Shigaraki squirms under you, his scarred lip set in a forbidding scowl. His deadly hands lower to yours, but you ignore his unspoken threat, knocking his trembling digits away. Your  fingers lace around his cock, squeezing at the heft of him, stroking up the spidery veins and grooves until he’s dropping his defiant head back against your sheets. 

“Wh-what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he growls, his raspy voice halting over the question. 

“Who? Me?” you laugh, tugging a few more gasps from his shaking lips. There’s a pale strand of precum that’s leaking from his tip and you brush your thumb over it, gathering it against the pad and using it to ease your motions. His hips buck up and he shoves himself into your fist, a long string of curses slipping through his clenched teeth. 

“I don’t think you get to ask that, dear leader,” you tease, leaning over his prone form. You’re glad he’s forgone wearing that creepy hand. It hadn’t even come into your calculations of how all of this would go. “No, not with the way you’ve been behaving.”

“I-I didn’t...fuck–” 

“What? Didn’t think I’d find out?”

“You’re not supposed to be here. I sent you on that– ah– that mission for a reason,” Shigaraki bites out, shifting away from your close inspection. You smile at his discomfort and cup your free hand around his chin, yanking him back to you, forcing him to look up. 

“That’s too bad, cus’ I finished early. Looks like I’m just that good, huh?” 

He’s seething up at you, his eyes gleaming in the low light of your room, but he’s not making any attempts to leave. He may want to, but it seems his body has other plans. His cock is swelling as you pick up your tempo, your fingers clenching and releasing as you go, edging him along. 

“You ever fucked a girl?” you ask, leaning back to admire the tense enjoyment of the man under you. The muscles of his stomach, coil and writhe, flexing each time you hit his tip and relaxing as you make the swift pass back down. 

“N-no,” he moans, jerking his hips up, silently demanding that you pick up the pace. 

“Did you want to?” you whisper, lowering to his face again, letting your soft lips trace along his temple. His skin is rough, but you like the contrast. Shigaraki seems to enjoy it too, his eyes slipping behind his eyelids as he turns toward you. When he doesn’t answer, you slow the hand that’s passing over the strain of his length. Shigaraki hisses at the shift and his eyes pop open again. They burn as they blaze up at you, clearly echoing his displeasure. 

“Asked you a question,” you scold. He’s quiet for a long breath, but, after a few tense seconds, he lowers his eyes and nods, his jaw tight. “Should I take that as a yes?”

“I want you to fuck me,” Shigaraki grumbles, flashing a quick glare your way. “Was that clear enough for you?”

“Yes, sir,” you reply, one delicate eyebrow arching at his disgruntled expression.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” he huffs, grimacing as you lift your hand from him, freeing yourself to yank your shirt off. 

“What do you want me to call you?” you ask, unbuttoning your jeans and easing them down the curve of your hips. 

“My fucking name.”

“Shigaraki?”

“No. Tomura,” he replies, his voice falling into that deep rasp again. He’s watching you closely and you grin down at his frank assessment. 

“Alright, Tomura,” you begin, testing out the unfamiliar acknowledgement. “Let’s make this good for you, hmm? What are you wanting to try first?”

He’s silent and you can hear the grinding of his teeth. “What’s better for you?”

Oh. Well, that’s not a question you were expecting. “For me? Uh, I guess I prefer to be on top. Let’s me control things and–”

“So do that,” he shrugs, finally peeling those dark pants off his long legs. He leaves his shirt on, but it doesn’t matter, if you’re riding him it’s not like you can’t tuck your hands under the tattered fabric.

“After acting like such a creep, you’re being pretty nonchalant about all of this,” your fingers wander along his sides and he shudders again, his neck bowing off the bedding. 

“You’re one to fucking talk. Think I didn’t know what you were doing?”

“Ha! Well, well. No wonder you took my bait so easily. When did you figure me out?”

“That night you sat outside your door and watched me,” his hands raise to your hips and he urges you to hurry up, grunting when your dripping cunt traces over his tip. “Then you left your fucking door open. Not just once, either, no, you did it for days. It was a whole fucking week of that shit. Didn’t even need to steal a pair of your slutty little panties to smell you then. You reeked. I could smell you from my room.” 

You laugh, helping him to press up and he glides into you, stretching you, radiating a satisfying ache along the slippery heat of your walls. His legs lift and his hands fall from your hips. Once you’re fully seated, your pelvis flush with his, you give him a few gulping breaths. 

“Ahh, fuck, oh– fucking damn it. Ohh, this feels nice. God, you feel so fucking good,” he mumbles, his voice falling into a hysterical edge. You bite your lip and raise up on your knees, making sure you grip him tightly as you go. Another mantra of obscenities drop from his lips and his feet brace against the bed, his hips rutting blindly as you begin that slow lift and lower.

“How’s that?” you query, moaning when he returns those broad hands to your hips. His reply is a sharp thrust and you’re tipped forward, forced to sprawl over him, fingers digging for purchase in his dark shirt. He grunts at the weight of you but he keeps his pace up, using the bed as leverage. 

You’re so close to him and you can’t help but reach for his face, suddenly desperate to feel his lips against yours. He doesn’t fight your hold, but he does let out a long groan when you tentatively kiss him. It’s slow at first and you’re very conscious of those dangerous hands of his. They’re still braced against your hips, but the four digits are starting to dig into your skin, sinking into the vulnerable dips until you’re whining. 

He’s unsure, so you help him along. 

You suck and nip at him, teasing him until he’s raising his head for more. Finally, one of those powerful hands detaches from your waist and he snatches at the back of your neck, insisting that you let him explore you further. After a time, you need air more than you need his lips, so you shake yourself free, pulling away and grinding your hips down as he ruts into you again. 

“Not bad,” you tell him, grinning when he swipes his tongue over his swollen lips, his eyes lifting to peer up at you curiously. “Want me to take it up a notch?”

“No,” he replies sharply. “I like this.”

You snort at his blunt response and give him what he’s asked for. You keep the drags of your lifts slow, enjoying how he throbs and swells inside you. Each time you rise, you roll your hips and he sighs at every minor clench that your pussy does. After a time, you can’t ignore the pulsations of your impatient clit, so your fingers trail downward, delicately rolling and grinding against the bud. 

Tomura tilts his head at this and his hazy vermillion snags your attention. “Does...does that feel good?” 

For a second, you’re unsure what he means, but when his hand ghosts over yours, you realize. “Mmhm,” you gasp, giving yourself a quicker tweak, delighting in the widening of his eyes when your cunt flushes another wave of arousal around him. It slicks between your thighs and pools around his pelvis, gleaming against the dark curls that rest there. 

“Lemme try,” he demands, batting your hand away and replacing your fingers with his own. He’s clumsy and he’s not expecting it to be that slippery, but he’s a quick study and he watches your face expectantly each time he tries something different. 

“Y-you’re doing so good, Tomura,” you praise, lingering on his name, pleased that he reacts so positively to it. “Just a little bit...oh fuck...yeah, right there is perfect.”

You’re not being facetious either, he’s honestly killing you with those earnest looks and careful prods. Each time you gasp, he presses just a fraction more, testing out his new skills and expanding on them. As a reward, you keep the positive reinforcement coming, calling out his name as you fuck him into you, loving how he keeps pulsating and groaning each time you sink down. 

A thin misting of sweat is beading over both of you, but you ignore the heat, too close to care that you’re starting to falter a bit in your rhythm. Tomura is panting also, losing some of that focus as he races toward his own release.

“Harder, ride me fucking harder, (Y/N),” he commands. The sight of him gasping and groaning out your name gives you an idea. You acquiesce to his demand but as you start those quick pumps your fingers reach behind you, searching for something that you think he’ll like even more. 

Ah-ha!

It’s an older pair, not as frilly as the one’s you’d saved for him, but you’ve been wearing them all day, so that scent he was complaining about should be nice and ripe. His eyes have winced shut, so the flop of your lace panties startles him. He tenses for a second, but once he notices what you’ve given him a wicked smirk curls his lips. Instantly, his hand leaves your clit and he presses the fabric to his face, huffing heavily against the crotch. 

“You fucking tease,” he groans, his tongue tracing along the seams, lapping at the thin residue that you’ve undoubtedly left behind. “Ahhh, yes. I think I would have rather had you sit on my face, but this will work, for now.” 

The threat in his voice makes you shiver and you rock forward as you lower, snagging the sharp edge of his pelvis against your clit. Tomura takes in another deep breath at the sensation, his hand still holding your saliva filled panties to his lips. Just a little bit more. Your fingers tweak and pull, rolling the way you need. The heavy sting of Tomura’s cock is helping too and your pussy greedily begins to tighten around him, earning you a sputtered groan from the man beneath you.

“D-do that again,” he sighs, shifting your panties down his face so he can watch you. Obediently, you flick at your clit again and that stimulation, plus the heady knowledge that Tomura is watching, memorizing every move you make, hurtles you over the edge and you can’t help but slump forward as your orgasm crashes over you. Tomura lets out a guttural moan, flinging your panties away and yanking you to his parted lips. His kiss is frantic, nonsensical, more bites and slurps than any kind of caress, but you fall into his arms, overwrought and too turned on to think. 

Once he’s had his fill of your lips, he resumes that steady pounding, his powerful hips canting into you, peppering you with jagged thrusts that leave you gasping. 

“What’s the matter?” he taunts, his voice a wild rasp in your ear. “Can’t take anymore? Am I too much for you?” 

You don’t trust yourself to reply, already seconds away from another shuddering release. All it takes is the feeling of him swelling and the heat of his cum to reduce you to a gasping mess again. This time, a thin line of drool escapes your lips. Delighted, Tomura snags his hand in your hair, tugging until you’re hovering over him. Gluttonously, he laps at your lips, sucking until you’re not sure who’s making the bigger slob of themselves. 

When he’s finished, he rolls you off of him, splaying you out on the bed. As the world falls back into focus, you catch sight of him, leering over you, his white hair cascading around the two of you. 

“I don’t think I’m done yet,” he grins, one hand cupping under your jaw. “Besides, you could have given me this weeks ago. I think you owe me a few back payments. Don’t cha’ think?”

notes: ahaha. this is basically a full fledged fic. whoops. 

did i have anyone wondering if i was gonna pick Tomura or Dabi?                                        

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Prompt: Aziraphale reading to Crowley

(Requested by @zadusk and @lyricwritesprose)

“Sorry, can’t help you,” the innkeeper said, “just rented out our last room.”

“What?” Crowley crossed his arms, huffing through his nose. This was Bethlehem all over again. “This town is in the middle of nowhere, it has three inns, how can they all be sold out?”

“I don’t know what to tell you.” The innkeeper shut the ledger. “Everyone’s headed down to London, and we’re on the way. Now. I can offer you a hot meal, and for, let’s say, half the price of a room you can sleep in the stables. The hay loft is clean, apart from the mice—”

“Stablesss!” Crowley hissed, slapping his hand on the counter. “Do I look like someone who sleeps in stables?”

The innkeeper didn’t appear remotely impressed. “You look like someone who is going to be sleeping in a hedge. Looks like a storm tonight. Good evening.” And he spun away, calling out to the cook in the back room.

“Oi!” Crowley shouted. “Get back here, you—!”

“Crowley! Whatever are you doing here?” The familiar voice was half delighted, half scolding. Aziraphale appeared beside him, same white suit as the last time they’d met, top hat tucked under his arm. “I thought I made it clear we shouldn’t see each other so often. Since I opened the shop, it’s been—”

“Yes, I know.” Crowley waved a hand and turned away. “I’m not here for you, Angel, I have actual business in York.”

“Really?” Despite his words, Aziraphale trailed behind him. “How interesting. I’m just returning from York – oh, no, you don’t think they’ve sent you to undo all my work again, do you?”

Crowley snorted. “No bet.” He dropped his voice into a low whisper. “This is why we need to meet up more often. Look at all this time we’re wasting! And now I have to march through the bloody night in the rain because there’s no place to sleep—”

“Oh! Well, I wouldn’t dream of it. You can share my room.”

“Ngk?!” Crowley’s brain crashed into his skull with all the speed and grace of a train wreck. “Mf. Yk. No I can’t – Aziraphale!”

“Oh, my word – obviously, I’m not planning – that!” His voice dropped even lower and he tugged on Crowley’s elbow. “Don’t be crude, dear fellow. I have a room with a bed that I’m not intending to use. You can have it. I just need a chair to sit in while I read.”

“Jgk.” Crowley turned away, taking a deep breath through his nose. It made sense. He could sleep. Aziraphale could read. No getting soaked, or lost in the dark, or needing to fight off highwaymen or anything of the sort. “Fffine. We can. Er. Do that.”

“Jolly good.” He could practically hear the angel straightening his waistcoat. “Now that’s settled. I’ve already had my supper and was about to head up. Unless you’re hungry—”

“No, no, now is fine.” He still couldn’t quite meet Aziraphale’s eyes. “Lead the way.”

The room, it turned out, was nearly as advertised.

A double-sized bed with a straw-tick and a quilt. A little stand with a pitcher of water and bowl for washing up. Windows that could be tightly shuttered to block out some of the city noise.

The only thing missing, really, was the chair.

“Oh.” Aziraphale’s fingers tapped on his book and he glanced around, as if a seat might be hiding in the corner. “Well, er…”

“It’s fine. I can leave.” Crowley turned on his heel and reached for the latch.

“Absolutely not! I won’t hear of it. You get settled and I’ll – ah – I’ll miracle in a chair.” He peered around the narrow room. “Somewhere.”

“Look, I can—”

“No. Miracle yourself a nightgown or whatever it is you need.”

“I—”

“Hush!”

Resigning himself, Crowley waved his clothes into something more comfortable for sleeping and crawled under the blanket. It was…slightly better than sleeping in the stables, he supposed. The straw was lumpy and the sheet covering it coarse, but the pillow was well-stuffed with goose-down, a luxury he could get used to. He shifted onto his back, trying to find a comfortable angle.

Instead, he found Aziraphale, standing beside the bed, staring blankly at the wall. “There…well…it would appear there isn’t room for a chair,” he confessed. “Not one that will fit my, er…my current corporation comfortably, that is.”

Crowley looked at the ceiling. He could sleep up there, but it would mean abandoning the pillow. Or. Or.

“Look, Angel,” he said as casually as he could. You can, um, you can sit on the bed. I’m not going to be offended or anything. It’s fine.”

“No, I couldn’t – couldn’t possibly—”

“Aziraphale. It’s really fine.”

The quilt tugged, folded back, and with a rustle of straw Aziraphale settled into the mattress. He sat straight, stiff, and so close to the edge he might topple off.

Even so, he was alarmingly close.

“You, um. You need the candle?”

“No, my own light will be sufficient, thank you.”

“Yeah. Obviously.” Crowley tossed his glasses onto the little table and waved a finger at the candle, which immediately snuffed out, leaving the room dark except for the soft glow of Aziraphale, gently illuminating his book.

Crowley closed his eyes and prepared to fall asleep.

He turned onto one side. No good, too close to the edge.

He turned the other way, or started to, freezing when he felt how close the angel’s warmth was.

Then he lay on his back again. The whole room fell very, very still.

“Bless it, Aziraphale, will you relax?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I can practically hear your muscles creaking. How am I supposed to all asleep with all that – that tension barely six inches away!”

“I don’t know what you might be referring to. I am – am perfectly relaxed here, reading my book and you – you interrupt with these – these pointless accusations.”

Crowley gave up and turned on his side, facing Aziraphale, giving him as hard a stare as he could manage. “Your book is upside down, Angel.”

“Is it?” He swallowed. “I mean, of course it is. I am training myself to read upside-down text, a highly useful skill, which I’m sure—”

Crowley shut his eyes. “This was a terrible idea.” He sat up, swinging his legs off the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“Look, Aziraphale, neither of us is actually comfortable with this. So I’m just going to head out. If I leave now, I might make it to the next town before the rain starts, and maybe they’ll have a room. You can have this one and—”

“Crowley,” he said, voice much softer than expected. “My dear fellow. I won’t be able to relax knowing you’re out there. I know you won’t be in – in any real danger but…I would rather know that you’re safe.”

He stared ahead, sitting perfectly still in the way that only beings who aren’t really alive can – no breath, no heartbeat, no tiny motions.

Then, slowly, Crowley pulled his legs back under the quilt and lay on his back.

“What’s this book about, anyway?” he asked.

“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?”

“It’ll help. Trust me. What is it – poetry? Ancient epics about glorious wars? Not Hamlet again, I hope, that play is a gloomy mess of—”

“No, nothing of the sort. It’s…well, it’s a sort of love story.”

That didn’t sound too bad. “Sort of?”

“Well, yes, it’s more a – a study of the manners and traditions of courtship. Our heroine is the second of five sisters, and there’s a great deal riding on finding them suitable husbands, but her choices are, well…not especially appealing.”

“Does she tell them to go jump in a lake?”

“Not in so many words,” Aziraphale said disapprovingly. “But yes, she has so far turned down two proposals quite bitingly. Although I think she was a bit hasty in her judgement of one of the young men.”

“I like it.” Crowley turned to look at Aziraphale, and found the angel had relaxed, and moved just a little closer. “What’s it called, anyway?”

“Pride and Prejudice.” His fingers tapped against it. “Just released last year. I must try and find the author’s other work when I finish.”

“Well, you’ll have to tell me how it ends.”

“Oh, are you…interested?”

“Hmm,” Crowley settled his head a little further into the pillow. “I do like a good drawing room drama. Perhaps I should pick out a few dresses and spend a year or two back in those circles.”

“As I recall, you were always deceitful and wicked and caused many a scandal.”

“I should hope so. Otherwise, what’s the point?”

Aziraphale smiled down at him, and it made Crowley feel light-headed in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. “Then I imagine you’ll be brilliant at it.” He suddenly turned away, looking at the shuttered window. “Oh! Do you hear that? The rain has started.” The first drops were tapping against the shutters fitfully.

“Good thing I didn’t go out.”

“Yes.” Aziraphale looked at the book again. “Er, would you like me to…to read it to you? Just the first part, until you fall asleep.”

“I…” Crowley cleared his throat. “Yeah. I mean, your voice puts me to sleep half the time anyway, so…”

“Oh, yes, absolutely wonderful. Let me just get the first volume.” He hopped out of bed and hurried over to his jacket, rummaging in the pocket to pull out another hardcover book. When he returned to the bed, it was with almost no self-consciousness, wriggling comfortably against his pillow only a few inches away from Crowley.

“Now, let’s see…yes, here. ‘It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife…’”

It was strange, seeing the angel from this angle, round face slightly lit by his own glow, little smile curving up his lips as the words bubbled out excitedly. His voice rose and fell as he read, trying to paint a picture of Longbourne and Netherfield and the lives of the Bennet sisters. Crowley could get used to it, the look, the sound, the soft familiarity of it all. Not that he was likely to have an opportunity.

He didn’t close his eyes. Not yet.

--

“‘But I can assure you,’ she added,” Aziraphale was quite enjoying the voice he had chosen for Mrs. Bennet, raising it now in slightly erratic excitement. “‘that Lizzy does not lose much by not suiting his fancy; for he is a most disagreeable, horrid man, not at all worth pleasing.’” He shifted again, raising his arm to better articulate the dialogue. “‘So high and so conceited that there was no enduring him! He walked here, and he walked there, fancying himself so very great! Not handsome enough to dance with!’” He dropped his voice into a vicious hiss. “‘I wish you had been there, my dear, to have given him one of your set downs. I quite detest the man.’”

He glanced to his left, grinning, hoping to see Crowley’s reaction to his bit of acting, but the demon had at some point fallen asleep. He lay half on his back, still facing Aziraphale, shock of red hair across the white pillow. His mouth hung slightly open and something emerged that was almost a snore, but rather too small to really qualify. It was drowned out by the wind and rain outside, rattling the shutters. Now and then, in the distance, thunder rumbled.

“Well. I suppose…yes, you sleep now.” Aziraphale turned to put the book down, thinking to find the second volume and pick up where he’d left off.

“Nf.” Crowley turned onto his side, one arm flinging out towards Aziraphale’s waist. “D’n stp,” he mumbled. “Jus’ gettn gud.”

“Er, are you…awake?” The arm tightened slightly, and Crowley pulled closer, pressing himself against Aziraphale’s side. “Crowley, er, dear…you’re…”

“M’fine.” He sighed, not seeming aware of the world at all. “S’nice.”

For a long moment, Aziraphale stared at the demon who had – had invaded his space. Had settled against him in a most – most awkward and undignified way.

Well. There was really only one thing to do.

Aziraphale slid a little lower against the pillow, until he’d surrounded Crowley in the crook of his arm. “Is that better, dear?”

“St’ry.” But he settled into that space between Aziraphale’s side and his arm with a content sigh, arm now draped across the angel’s chest.

Oh, dear. This is not going to be easy to explain when he wakes up. But that wouldn’t be for several hours, at least, and right now, there was a very small smile on Crowley’s lips.

“Well. Chapter four. ‘When Jane and Elizabeth were alone, the former, who had been cautious in her praise of Mr. Bingley before, expressed to her sister how very much she admired him…’”

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Thanks for reading! Pride and Prejudice was initially published in three volumes, in 1813, attributed simply to “The Author of Sense and Sensibility.” I have no idea what was going on in York in 1814 - I mostly needed someplace they could walk to but would take several days - so feel free to attribute whatever historical events you can think of to these dummies! 

[chiy0pip1]

i think i just got dumped lol...

by a friend haha

tw: depression, ed, suicidal ideations, toxic relationships, codependency?

it’s not a a direct dumping situation, but more of a mutual agreement/fight that we’re very bad for eachother. so at this point, it’s just a gradual falling out from here.

yk people talk about friendship breakups a lot, and i’ve had m’y fair share of falling outs, but this one really hurt. it’s so sad to know that you and someone close to you are drifting apart. but it’s kind of like i knew from the start. our friendship wasn’t the healthiest, it was primarily based on my codependency and then helping me through my depression, ED, etc. they were basically the only person that really cared for me, that i had an emotionally intimate connection with, that i truly opened up to. bc of how codependent and attached i got, i talk all the assholery and shitty behavior they would give me. i was such an omega haha (that was our inside joke lol). anyway, it really shows how depressions and mental health can fuck a relationship. i feel like if i don’t open up to someone about my issues, we have a meaningless connection because i can’t be honest with them. and let’s say i do open up to them, 9/10 they can’t provide the emotional support i need (bc they’re not a therapist duh). let’s say i do find someone i can be vulnerable with and they give me good support, i just start dumping everything on them. i start attaching to them, and there comes my codependency. i start thinking “no one else is gonna have a deep connection with me like this”, “people who care are rare, i just have to endure it”, “i can change them” (you can never change them), “i don’t have the energy to open up like this again”.

and since most people aren’t therapists, there comes a point into the relationship where there emotional support isn’t enough. well, it’s not that they’re not enough, but they can only do so much. there comes a point where the only person who can help you is a professional. in my situation, i can’t get a therapists anytime soon. so all i can rely is on that one person, and that’s a lot of responsibility for someone to carry. they start feeling guilty about not being able to help you any further, they start worrying about wether you’ll stay alive every night, they have to deal with your emotional outbursts, they get frustrated, they say the wrong thing. and sometimes you as a depressed person may sometimes say manipulative things without realizing it, and it’s not your intention either. you start saying things like “you’re the only reason i’m alive”, “i cant live without you” (i.e codependency supreme). and then the cycle continues...

at this point i’ve been so lonely all my life, meeting this friend last year changed me as a person. but at one point it just stopped working how it should have. there was no healthy give and take. i started realizing “i don’t even care for this person, i care for the vulnerability they give me” i confirmed this because as soon as they dumped me, i was already looking for the next person to latch onto. sometimes i just feel like a fucking leech. i feel like i’m being ungrateful for not accepting the love that’s being given to me, all bc it’s not what i want. i think the problem is me expecting someone else in my life to “heal me” or at least help. i think is because this person who just dumped me was the beginning of my healing journey. they was literally the only person that i’ve ever bebe this vulnerable with.

it was a complicated relationship but i’ll never regret it. but it also made my fear of being alone heighten. when i met them, i felt like i was unlikable, but i was okay with it? i was very unpopular and shy, and she was your standard popular kid. we met during quarantine so it was just me and them. during that time, they gave me all the confidence i could get, and my social skills got way better. i’m naturally an extroverted person, i just didn’t have the confidence. being friends with people like them was my dream throughout my freshmen year. so now, in my junior year, i started making more friends. the people who i hated, but secretly wanted to be, all started talking to me and i had the confidence to talk to them. i felt and still feel like i’m putting on a persona though. i deal with people i don’t like. i’m not honest. i’m slowly becoming a pushover. all because of my fear of not being liked and alone. all of these connections felt vague, and fake. there was no emotional connection. it was exhausting to put up a front in front of all these people.

(context: the main friend i’m talking about goes to a different school)

so when i would go back to my person, it felt comforting and real. now that they’re leaving my life, i feel empty. i’m honestly so tired of people leaving my life. i genuinely feel like i’ll never have a connection like this again. sometimes i think that it’s not worth it at this point. im tired of people coming and going. im tired of being left alone to cry. my suicidal thoughts get worse. i just want to end it. healing is so painful. it takes so much time. and i’m just so tired. it’s taking a toll on my life and i’m so tired of it.

anyway, codependency and an anxious attachment style sucks. and this is why you stay away from scorpios.

[knightofameris]

ANYWAYSBSJS (i cant stop thinking abt the minor detail of the mutual pining and driving everyone insane bc of it THATS SO ME IIII- and then semi putting an arm around- hhhhh AND THEN US INTERACTING AAAA we’re so chaotic pls THATS SO US- HDBAJbsshsbsj)

goodmorning!! i hope today treats you well! 💝💕💓 i just took my AP gov midterm exam and it was surprisingly easy? im not confident in the written portion but ITS FINE I HAVE AN A IN THAT CLASS ITS FINE- three exams down,,, five to go HDJSJ-

and yeah i totally get what ur saying about being social!! i miss seeing ppl too,, but im kinda glad? i had a beeeeeg friend group before quarantine and now i barely talk to ppl from school (that friend group was toxic LMAO) but i’m way more confident? like i know how to stand my ground now and be more of who i am rather than a shadow of who i am- idek my brain is on government rn still 🤡🤡 AND AAAAAA take ur time!! i usually study tutorials and look at other ppl’s art and if i see smth i like, i take it and make it my own w a twist!! AND YEAH?? colors are so hard to do!!??!!? my palettes are yikes... if u ever wanna see my art lmk bc i will just link my instagram HAHSBS-

NOOO PLS IM SO TALL >:( i am the tallest person here istg. fear me. i love hugging ppl bc they usually place their chins on my head or on my shoulder and it just makes me :D NDJSJDDK YOU TACKLING SUGA OUT OF NO W H E R E that’s such a funny mental image for me HDJSKDK and no. no u

OOOOO that sounds so interesting?? a natural born leader to me tbh. you could be a producer and help people’s dreams come true!! >:O that sounds to me like it would suit you well tbh,,, a teacher and a producer. :O and im actually taking comp sci this year! i like it,, it’s honestly pretty fun — i just wish my teacher wasn’t so confusing? she’s nice but doesn’t explain v well, i think it would be better to learn from her in person. but w the pharmacy thing i already know i don’t wanna go into that bc i’m struggling a lot w chem already :// and u really thought i had the braincell? im honored but also.. no BDJSNS -🧸

<33333 IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT THO ;-; HEHEH i had fun heh

ur so cute, good morning to you too!!! and OOF, I did not take ap gov in hs whoops. I’M GLAD YOU FOUND IT EASY THO. and it’s okay!!! you got this I believe in you <3 

OOO no I totally get that, i’m assuming you’re a senior in high school and this is just based off of my experiences and a lot of others and i’m sure pandemic really nailed it in, but by my junior and senior year in hs that was when I found my more, uh, reliable friends? but I also broke off from my group once I hit college and that’s when you really find the people you can rely on! i have a smol lil group now but it’s all really tight knit and I talk to each person at least like once a week, some more than others but that’s just how the other person works too yk? SO i’m really happy you parted from the toxicity!! don’t need that!!! and i’m glad you’re more confident too!! that’s really good. YOU’LL FIND MORE PEOPLE YOU VIBE WITH AND WORTH YOUR TIME SOON ENOUGH. there will be moments you feel alone and if you do, just remember you got me and the other lovely anons <3 

side note but omg if you are a senior in high school that means when I was a senior, you were a freshman and I was friends with a few back in high school since I was in band and a lot of them latched onto me alsdjflajsdf. i still talk to a few of them here and there and they also reach out to me occasionally so like owo

HNNG i follow a lot of artists on Instagram that i’m like wow, I love that art style and that art style and that art sty- BUT OMG I would love to see your Instagram,,, 

SURE WHATEVER YOU SAY ASDKFHASKDJF. i love it when people place their head on top of mine AHHH. that’s what I do to my shorter friends too and i’m like, wow I understand what it’s like to be tall and to hug people shorter than me. 

DSAJFDASFJ ITS funny cus I feel like I'm so LAZY LMAO. i always describe myself as “ah well if no one else will I guess I will” unless it’s something i’m really passionate about (like i loved band so I went for that section leader position ADSFJAD). but it’s also cus I like fucking around but i’ll get my shit together if I need to aSDFJDASKJF 

OOOO COMP SCI?? is it one of the AP classes? i’m glad that’s becoming more popular across schools,,, i think what saved me when I took CS in high school was just,,, lots of googling. also I guess kinda codeacademy??? 

IT’S OKAY. you’ll fine a way to forge your own path I believe in you!!! 

YOU NEED THE BRAINCELLS THO FOR YOUR TESTS SADLFJASDFJ