#and they are literally called LOVE HANDLES

[mibigjohn]

When you walk in and see your ole man and his bull cock standing up proud. Like someone please ride my cock. Love seeing his massive muscles and legs apread and fuck that Dad cock is amazing. I know he is awake and heard me come in. Now should i walk in amd grab that piece of cock meat and start stroking him or suck him off. Dad looks at me and says suck your old mans cock Son. Ive been so waiting on you to get home and take care of me. Sit on my face as you suck me Son son I can eat the boy ass of yours and get it ready for me to fuck you hard and good. I slide over him and put his cock in my mouth. Dad adjusts to get his tongue deep in me and starts eating me and munching away. My ass is so hot and horny now and i know he is going to want to tap my hole. He pushes his middle finger deep in my ass now and i let out a loud moan and said yes Dad thats what i really need. He said i know Son. Oh how i know. Ive been watching you jerking off in hoir room and calling for Dad to fuck you. Dad flips me me over and grabs my ass cheeks to open me up to allow his cock head into my ass. He said ok Son. Enjoy and ride your ole mans cock now until you cum son. As im slamming my ass on to his cock and watching his face and reaction. He looks like he is about ready to blow his nut inside me. I grind down on his cock qnd i could tell his load was ready to shoot inside me. Just then i yell Dad, fuck im coming Dad. I cant stop and he says shoot your load son, shoot it good and just then cum is shooting across my old mans belly and chest amd even hits his chin. Dad couldnt handle anymore and he is bucking his hips like crazy as he unloads his cum deep inside of me. Im literally shaking from dads orgasm inside of me. He looks me deep in my eyes and grabs mybhead and pulls me down for a long down for deep kiss. Dad says relax for round 2, as i recharge my cock Son.

[littlxpxtal]

You Get Me So High

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST

PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader

WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

I wanna be high all the time

Would you come with me?

Used to stick together

You’re my best friend, I’ll love you forever

If you can just let me know if it’s okay

To call you when I’m lonely

February Cont.

“Show me a picture of this dude so I know who to look out for.” Sarah says after she puts the car in park in my driveway.

My hand trembles as I type in his instagram handle.

“Oh my god. Oh my GOD” she screeches, slapping my arm. “You’re never going to believe me when I say this.”

”What WHAT” I shout back in response, my heart racing and palms getting sweaty.

”Y/N, he was there at the beach that day. During the whole Ruthie thing. He was one of the losers heckling Kie when she was trying to confront them. He’s the reason JJ threatened to kill them all.” My jaw dropped.

”There .. there’s no way. He- he isn’t like that.” I stammer.

”I swear on my mom, y/n. Send that to our group chat for Kie and Cleo to confirm but im so serious that’s him.”

”Fuck. This guy is really not who I thought he was.”

”No, he’s not at all. So, what are you going to do when you see him at school tomorrow?” She said as I unbuckled my seatbelt. I sighed and looked out the window at my house.

“I don't even want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he hurt me. I’m just going to ignore him…. I think” Sarah reached over and squeezed my hand.

“We’re here for you. Im sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me most-“

“It’s Valentine’s Day, I shouldn’t expect any of you to come running to my side, but im glad you did. Will you tell John B hello for me?” I say, cutting her off. She gave me a soft smile and nodded her head.

“Of course” she says and I step out of the car, waving goodbye as I walk towards my front door.

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”Pogue fucker” Noah mumbles under his breath as he passes me in the hall. I stop in my tracks, my body tenses and I process what he just said.

I turn on my heels and look at him straight in the eyes. Sabrina, who was walking down the hall with me, grabs my arm.

”The fuck did you just call me?” I say through gritted teeth.

”you heard me. You’re a pogue fucker.” He says with a smile. His friends standing next to him like a bunch of chumps.

I take a step forward towards him. So much for ignoring him.

”I don’t know who made you think you can say shit like that, but you’re sure as hell not going to say something like that to me.”

”Oh really? What’re you gonna do? Have your boyfriend JJ gun me down?”

I begin to lunge forward before Sabrina holds me back.

”Alright that’s enough Noah” she yells at him, pushing herself infront of me.

”What you did was fucked up Noah, leading her on like that, then ghosting her. She’s not dating JJ by the way, I don’t know where you got that information but its incorrect. And what’s wrong with being a pogue fucker anyways?” She says, crossing her arms over her chest.

His group of friends laugh and Noah looks past Sabrina at me.

”Everyone knows you and JJ fucked, that’s just facts.”

”THATS NOT TRUE” I shout behind Sabrina.

”And you literally just posted about hanging out with Pogues, so there’s no way you aren’t still slumming it down on the cut when you get the chance.” He continues. My blood is boiling at this point. A crowd has started to form around us just before the bell for dismissal rings,

”Besides the fact that you’re an ignorant douche, I suggest you keep this shit to yourself. You’re spreading lies about a nice girl who did NOTHING to you except trust you. Rot in hell, DICK.” She screams the last bit before dragging me by the arm out the front doors of the school.

”Are you okay hun?” She asks, wrapping her arm around my side. My head hung low, avoiding eye contact with anyone, especially those who just saw the altercation go down.

”Yea ‘m fine I just wanna go home.”

”You gonna be okay?” She asks, and I nod my head in response.

”I just want to lay in bed” I say with a sigh.

”I love you” she says before walking towards her car.

”Love you too Sab, thank you.”

When I get into my car I see a text from my mom

Your dad and I decided to leave for Charlotte tonight rather than in the morning, and Lucy decided to come with us. Did you still want to stay home this weekend?

Yea I’ll be fine. Got homework and stuff to get done.

ok love you!

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After rotting in bed until 8:30pm I decided to get up and make myself dinner. We had some chicken breasts and lemons, so I decided to make a makeshift chicken piccata.

While the chicken was baking my music silenced itself, and my phone started ringing.

Incoming Call: Rafe Cameron

I take a second before answering, holding my breath to hear what he has to say.

”Hello?” I speak into the phone, peering down into the oven to check on the chicken.

”Hey um,” he sniffles in the background, his voice sounds broken up over the phone.

”Are you home?”

”Yes, are you okay?” I ask, concern starting to rise in my voice.

”Can I come over?” He whispers into the phone. There’s a beat of silence before I answer.

”Yes.”

”Alright I’m kind of already here, could you open the front door?”

I jump and turn around to see that the front porch light is infact, on.

“Coming” I say, running over to open the door.

He stands on the side of the doorway, clutching his side, a hoodie over his head. As I open the door farther he leans in, practically falling inside.

”Holy Shit Rafe what’s going on?” I shriek, catching him before he topples over.

”Can I lay down?” He asks, his voice is hoarse. I pull him over to the living room couch, helping him get comfortable, I pull his hoodie down, to reveal a bruise on his cheekbone and a bloody nose.

”God Rafe you need to tell me who did this to you.”

He let out a dark laugh, one i hadn’t heard in a very long time.

“You’re not going to believe me.”

”Try me” I say while standing up to walk to the first floor bathroom and get the med kit.

I return back to rafe on the couch, with the kit and a wet rag.

I begin to wipe the dried blood off his face and put some medicine on his cuts. He winces at my touch, but doesn’t refuse.

Our faces are dangerously close at this point, and i can feel his breath on my face. My pulse quickens and I realize he still didn't answer my question.

”So, whats the other guy looking like right now?” I ask, trying to lighten the tense mood. He opens his mouth to answer right when the oven timer rings.

”Shit sorry one second. Did you have dinner?”

He grumbles some sort of response I can barely hear as I walk into the kitchen, putting on a glove to take out the chicken.

I place the breasts back on the pan, glazing it with white wine and squeezing a fresh lemon into the sauce.

“That smells amazing” Rafe comments before sitting on on of the island chairs.

”Rafe go lay back down.” I instruct, as I begin to plate the dish, now splitting it into two servings.

“You patched me up, im all better.” He says, faking a smile. I roll my eyes before setting a plate infront of him.

”Eat this, and then you’ll feel better.” He looks down at the plate, then back at me.

”are you sure, I really don’t -“ I cut him off with a wave of my hand in his face.

”shush, just tell me how good it is.” He cuts into the chicken and takes a bite, while I pour us two glasses of water.

”holy shit this is gas.” He says with a Mouth full.

“I know” I say confidently, giving him a full smile before taking a seat next to him.

After a few minutes of us eating in silence, I turn to look at him.

”So why did you come here?” I ask with genuine sincerity and curiosity. He finishes swallowing and turns his head to look back at me.

“This is kind of our thing isn’t it? Coming to each other at our lowest.” He lets out a chuckle before taking a sip of water.

”I guess that’s true,” I respond, thinking back to every time we’ve been in situations like this.

”and I don’t like people to see me like… like this.”

”vulnerable?”

he looks away after my comment, I can tell his head is swimming with thoughts, he’s far away right now, I needed to figure out how to bring him back. Before I could come up with another question, he finishes his last bite and stands up, walking over to the sink to rinse it off.

“You don’t need to do that” I say, protesting.

“Shush” he mimicks me.

I finish up my own last bite and he takes the plate away from infront of me, and starts to wash it.

I walk to the living room, and clean up the med kit, placing it back in the bathroom, when I return, I find rafe putting his shoes back on.

”What’re you doing?” I question, my breath hitching in my throat at the thought of him leaving so soon.

”I. Don’t wanna be a bother. You probably got stuff to do, it’s a Friday night and all.”

”no!” I shout, louder than I had anticipated, making us both flinch. “stay. Im home alone and could use the company.”

“Y/n,” he starts. I walk over and stand infront of him, blocking him from the door.

”I said I want you to stay.” His eyes look back and forth between me and the door a few times before he gives in.

“Well what were you going to do before I showed up?” He asks, taking his shoes back off.

”I was going to watch a movie, The KIlling of a Sacred Deer, you heard of it?”

”That the one with Nicole Kidman?” He says with a smirk.

I give his shoulder a slight shove and shake my head.

”Come on, we can watch it downstairs.” He follows my lead to the basement, trailing right behind, but stopping when we pass the bar.

”Rafe…” I raise my eyebrows at him. “Don’t even think about it.”

”Chill baby I’m just checking out what your dad has in stock,” he hums at me before touching the end of my hair.

“You know, I’ve always loved your hair.” He murmurs, leaning down a few inches infront of my face.

“Thanks, I grew it myself.” I respond plainly, walking into my room. He lets out a huff and follows me in. I fumble to pick up the pile of clothing at the edge of my bed, shoving it into my closet. I run to get the trash off of my nightstand before he starts laughing.

”I didnt expect a guest okay, don’t start with me.” I shoot daggers at him and he raises his hands in defense.

“You know how Sarah’s room can get. Im not judging.” He crawls onto my bed, laying his head on one of my squishmallows. ”I think this ones my favorite” he says, pointing to the large Axolotl in the corner.

I smile and climb onto the bed with him.

”He actually doesn’t have a name yet.” I inform him, picking up the remote to turn my TV on, “you should help me name him.”

Rafe raises his eyebrows and then looks back at the plush figure. I can see his mind thinking, and I find myself watching him intently for a few moments before he turns to make eye contact with me. His demeanor had softened dramatically compared to the state he was in an hour ago. Luckily his face wasn’t swelling, and looked like his cuts would heal nicely.

“What about .. Fred?”

I let out a laugh, louder than I think we both expected, causing Rafe to let out a deep chuckle himself.

”Okay okay yeah that was bad. Hmm what about Reek?”

“Like from Game of Thrones?” A smile spreads across his face.

”Yes.” He says softly, touching my hair again.

”Well if he’s going to be a game of thrones character, maybe he should be Drogon, one of Daenerys’s dragons.”

”Hm I like that, Drogon has a ring to it.”

I turn back to the TV and press play on the movie.

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”Okay so where the fuck was the deer?’ Rafe asks as the credits roll on the screen.

”You are not being serious are you right now?”

”Y/N, that was a horrifying movie. Why’s every piece of media you show me actually insane.”

”Have you ever considered im insane?”

”Its crossed my mind for sure.” I gasp, with a roll of my eyes before turning on a random episode of Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia on.

“So.” I say, my eyes grazing over his long body on my bed, when my eyes catch up to his face, he’s already looking intently at me.

”So..” he responds. I fiddle with the hem of my shorts before taking in a sharp breath.

”Are you going to tell me who did that to you?”

His eyes flicker down my body and then back up at my eyes. He lays his head back on the headboard and closes his eyes.

“It was my dad.”

I immediately sit straight up.

”Rafe, what?” My hand reaches over to grab his. He stays still, letting me hold it.

“We got into an argument over the settlement that just went down,and he was drinking. There’s some stuff going on with Peterkin that’s got him all riled up and he took it out on me.”

“I, I’m so sorry I don’t even know what to say. You don’t deserve to be related like that at all, especially from your dad.

He finally opens his eyes and looks at me, I could tell he was trying to fight off any intense emotions, holding his body tense. I moved closer to him, draping my arm across his body, my head resting against his.

”can you not tell anyone about this? I’m going to tell the guys it was a fight with a pogue and I don’t need you and your little friends running around saying the opposite.”

I nudge my forehead against his, “I wouldn’t do that” I whisper, inching my nose towards his. I watch his eyes flicker up at mine, then down at my lips.

“I know you wouldn’t,” He brings his hand up to my cheek and pulls me closer, our lips hovering over each other.

“Always such a good girl for me.” My breath hitches in my throat, and I push my mouth against his. Our lips collide, and a guttural moan vibrates from his mouth through mine. Rafe’s hands reach down to grab my hips and he pulls me on top of him.

Our lips move against each other in a fast paced rhythm, and Rafe pulls me down hard against his crotch moving me up and down.

“God I need you so bad.” He mumbles against my lips. I moan back in response, running my fingers through his hair.

“Who said I was going to give you what you want?” I flirt back, moving my mouth down his chin, onto his neck, sucking and biting. He lets out a soft sigh, mixed with a chuckle.

“Don’t act like you cant resist me. Especially when you’re so worked up like this.”

I remove my mouth from his neck for a second to say, “‘m not worked up.”

“I’ve caught you checking me out all night baby. You’re not as slick as you think.”

I continue to suck on his neck, moving to the other side.

“Well its been a while.” I murmur against his skin.

“Say the word and I’ll give you what you want.” I peek my head up to meet his eyes, his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth that’s smirked up.

”And when I say I want a million dollars, then what?” I quip, raising my eyebrows.

”I’d give you the world if you wanted.” He whispers back. We stare at each other for a few moments, before he tilts my chin up, connecting our lips once again.

I reach my hand down to help him take off his shirt and he stops me.

“Don’t, Don’t freak out alright.” He says quietly. I look at him quizzically before he takes his shirt off himself, revealing bruises up and down his torso.

”My god, Rafe.” I gasp, and lightly trail my finger over the marked spots. He hisses and grabs my hand.

“I said don’t freak out.” He warns me, with a stern look on his face. I feel myself throbbing against his crotch underneath me, I think he can feel it too because his face softens and he leans his head back against the headboard.

“We’ll just have to be a little gentler than usual.” I say, moving my body down to trail kisses along his sternum. I make sure to hold myself up by my arms as I go down, to avoid putting any unnecessary weight on his chest.

When I make it to his belt buckle, I finally look up.

”He didnt harm you down here did he?” I ask, hoping to lighten the mood. He smiles and shakes his head no before helping me undo the loop.

I pull his pants and boxers down, throwing them off the bed, taking his cock in one hand and bringing my other up to cup his face. His bottom lip is tight between his teeth, and I hear his breathing start to get heavier.

I lean down to spit on his dick, and start to pump before bringing my face up to meet his. We hold eye contact as I quicken the pace, making sure to squeeze over his tip before going all the way down his shaft. After a few more pumps, I bring my hand down to grab his balls and his bottom lip finally escapes his teeth and he lets out a moan. I seize this opportunity of his open mouth by pressing my mouth against his, shoving my tongue inside. I explore around his mouth, tasting him, devouring him.

”Fuck” he pants when I finally release myself to take a breath. “I need to taste you.” He took the opportunity to flip me onto my back. I whimper out in excitement while his mouth trails along the already exposed skin on my legs. While he pulls down my shorts I take off my top, exposing the fact that I didn't have a bra on this whole time.

He looks up with a smirk and reaches a hand over to palm my right breast, causing a moan to escape my lips. I feel myself grow wetter by the second as his breath trails over my panties, grazing his lips around the lines between them and my inner thighs.

”Please” I whimper out, reaching down to collect whatever pieces of hair I could into my grasp.

He pulls the fabric with one finger down between my folds, creating a pressure against my clit, and pushes his lips down on the bud.

“Fuck” I whisper out. His finger, still in between my panties, begins to slide in between my folds, collecting up the juices I had built up. He takes the finger out and pops it into his mouth, sitting up on his knees, rolling his eyes back.

“Fucking delicious.” He groans before ripping my panties completely off. I take in a sharp inhale at the sudden movements, and before i can think, he’s pushing my knees up to my chest with one hand, and using his other to inspect my pussy.

”So fucking pretty” He whispers against the inside my my knee, giving it a soft kiss while his fingers continue to slide up and down.

“Rafe” I plead squirming beneath him.

“Shh baby,” he coos. “I told you I’d give you what you want. You just have to say it.” His eyes look up to meet mine, and another whimper escapes my lips. My brain is fuzzy already, and I can barely get the words out. His hand retracts from my pussy, and he begins to pump his dick.

He moves his erection dangerously close to my core, and gives a slight tap, causing my hips to jerk up and uncontrollable whimpers to fall out.

“Please” I beg, Feeling my face get hot. A smirk is stapled to his face as he watches the scene of my throbbing pussy visibly aching to be filled.

“Use your words pretty girl, tell me what you want.” He says softly, pressing another kiss to the inside of my thighs.

”Want you to fill me up”

He doesn’t waste a second after the words come out of my mouth, pushing himself fully in. I shriek out, grabbing his shoulder to pull him down to meet my face.

He pants against my open mouth, and my eyes roll back before I squeeze them shut, seeing stars behind my hooded lids.

”Wanna see those pretty eyes baby” he says, my eyes flicker open to meet his intense gaze, his lips slightly parted. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and smiles.

“There you are” he whispers before picking up his pace. My moans are uncontrollable at this point, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he pounds into me.

“So fucking good” I cry out. He gives my forehead a kiss before dipping his head into the crook of my neck, swinging my right knee over his shoulder, pumping in deeper.

”You like this baby?” He says against my neck. I whimper back in response, and move my hands down to hold onto his biceps.

“Yes, you fuck me so, so, so” my head falls back and my eyes roll back against as his hips slap against my thighs.

“So, so, so” he mimics in a high pitch voice.

“Mhm fuck you.” I mumble out. His hand grabs my chin and he turns it to meet his face.

“Nah, when Im fucking you this you good, you don’t get to have a fucking attitude.” He puts pressure between my cheekbones and jaw and I open my mouth. He leans down and spits into it. I whimper and swallow, nodding my head in agreement.

“Yes, sir” I whisper. I watch his pupils grow in response, and his pace fastens. His hand releases from my face to grab my left breast, and he leans his head down to suck my nipple, lapping up and down before taking the peak between his teeth and biting down. I moan out, grabbing another fistful of his hair.

”’m gonna cum if you keep pulling shit like this” I quip. He shoots a look at me before going back down to sucking on my tit.

”Don’t you think that’s kind of the point babygirl? And I told your to watch that fucking attitude.” His hand moves up to my cheek to give it a slight tap, causing a guttural moan to come out, which makes him chuckle. His lips attach back to my nipple, and her sucks harder, causing me to shriek, and my brain to go full sub space.

When he comes back to meet my face, he can read it all over my face. He grins widely and kisses all around my face. My body tenses as I reach my high, and his free hand trails up and down my sides, his pace steady, hard and fast.

“You gonna cum for me?” He coos, brushing some hair out of my face before giving my lips a quick peck. I muster up the energy to nod my head, and he leans his hand down to rub my clit.

”Fuck” I groan out, grabbing his biceps, diggin my nails in.

“Im,” I start before the crash hits me and I go completely nonverbal, feeling myself convulse around rafe, holding onto him for dear life.

“There you go baby” he whispers, continuing to rub my clit aggressively while his thrusts get sloppy. My head feels light and I go completely limp underneath him, trusting myself in his grip to keep me safe.

He groans out and pulls his dick out before cumming all over my stomach. He holds my face while pumping his cock, getting the rest of himself out onto my body. His breaths slow before he reaches down to kiss me passionately, the cum now sticking to the both of us.

After a few minutes of us laying together, lips brushing against each other, he helps me come back to earth, caressing my head and playing with the ends of my hair.

“You’re so beautiful” he whispers before getting up a d walking to the bathroom. I feel a cold chill run up my body when his heat leaves the bed. He returns with a towel, wiping me off before he wipes himself off.

“Want some help getting to the bathroom?” He says, looking down at my helpless figure. I nod my head, and he picks me up, carrying me to the bathroom.

”You got it from here?” He asks, and I sheepishly nod, he leaves the bathroom closing the door behind him.

When I return to the bedroom, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his clothes against his lap.

”I can go now, if you wanna get some rest.” He says in a light voice, looking out the back door. I sit down next to him, wrapping my arm around his waist and resting my head against his shoulder.

”I told you I wanted you to stay earlier, and I meant it.”

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[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-one of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Yeah, there you go, boy,” Bernard says approvingly, squeezing his ass again, and Kon pushes it back into his hands a little on the next rock of his hips–that’ll look good for Tim too, right? Look–“pretty”, or just whatever Bernard wants to call it. “Just show Tim how good you feel right now, alright? You got my dick all inspired for this, buddy, so let him see what a good job you did with it.” 

“Your dick, yeah,” Kon gasps out half-senselessly, rocking his hips a little faster and trying so hard not to use any super-speed or anything he can’t reinforce Bernard’s body–and the bed–enough to handle. But if–if he’s supposed to be giving Tim something to watch, he doesn’t have to watch his mouth so much, so–so–“Feels so good in me, wanted it so bad, thank you thank you, feels so good, I fuckin’ love it, wanna come on it again, please lemme, lemme come on it an’ I’ll be so good, I’ll be anything y’want, lemme come on the whole thing.” 

“God, your fucking mouth,” Bernard groans before burying his own in Kon’s neck, and his skin buzz-buzz-buzzes and–“Oh, you’re so cute, boy, go on, you can stay right in my lap and beg all you want.” 

“Please,” Kon moans back immediately, rocking his hips down a little harder than he means to, and Bernard hisses appreciatively against the tendon in his throat and then drops his mouth down to his collarbone and then down to–his chest, which Kon abruptly remembers promising Bernard he could play with all he wanted and immediately has to stifle a whine over. “B-Bernard, please, I really–” 

Bernard bites his sternum; kisses the upward curve of one of his pecs. Squeezes his double-handed grip on his ass again and spreads his ass with that squeeze, which makes Kon realize that he’s doing it deliberately and probably did the lifting thing deliberately too, and realize just how much Tim must be seeing of the way his hole’s taking Bernard’s dick, like–just between the angle and the grip Bernard has on him and the obvious effort the other is obviously going to, which–fuck, how did he not realize that immediately? Or at least a little sooner? 

He nearly chokes on another moan and rocks his hips down a little bit harder and tries so hard not to be–be too much or too greedy or–he’s supposed to be–he’s supposed to–

Does Tim like it? Does Tim think–does Tim think he’s being . . . being pretty enough for him? He’s not saying anything, but Kon can still feel him watching, and . . . and he doesn’t know what Tim’s thinking, obviously, but he’s already getting embarrassingly close to coming again himself, because– because Tim gave him to Bernard, Tim wants to see this, Tim thinks he’s something worth the giving, something worth giving his boyfriend who makes him get all cute and flustered and smitten and smiley and shit–Tim thinks he’s something good enough to give to that boyfriend, and thinks he can make that boyfriend feel good and make him happy and make him come, thinks he’s something that boyfriend will like– 

And he feels like Bernard does like him, right now. 

Actually, right now he feels like Bernard really likes him, considering. 

But also, he has literally not even gotten his dick touched again, and he still feels like he could come like this. That’s–that’s really– 

Bernard said he was good at it, some hazy, sticky-warm part of Kon thinks, somewhere in that floaty space he’s not quite reaching but really feels like he wants to. Bernard said . . . 

“Really, really cute,” Bernard murmurs against his chest, and Kon bites the inside of his cheek and shudders. Bernard said he’s good at this. Bernard thinks he’s–thinks he’s cute, which is still not something he’s ever gotten off on hearing before getting in this bed but is also still definitely something he’s getting off on hearing right now. 

Actually, he’s pretty sure the only reason he can last at all is because no one is touching his dick right now.

[tbyfandoms]

I Smell Snow | Joe Burrow x Reader

Pairing: joe burrow x f!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: the first cincinnati snowfall of the season leads to a night full of magic and love

Warnings: literally a single swear word if you can even call it that

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A/N: my first ever published joe fic! this is literally such a self indulgent fic, I won’t lie. it spawned after I was standing outside and it started snowing and then the next day I watched ‘love actually’. plus couple that with my love for ‘gilmore girls’ quotes and needless to say, this is a big ball of fluff. even if it’s not the best fic, I love it, and I hope you all do as well :) <3

When you step outside into the crisp air, a smile breaks out across your face. The sky is a soft grey, a color you'd otherwise dread if not for the time of year, and the sight alone causes excitement to stir within you.

You've been waiting for this since the moment the temperatures started dropping. The weather is of course unpredictable and you can never truly trust what the weatherman says on the news, but you're sure of it this time. You'd swear up and down you could feel it coming.

It's going to snow.

The click of the handle turning on the patio door tears your eyes away from the sky, and instead of soft grey, your eyes are now met with a soft blue color. The color of your boyfriend's eyes. A color you could get lost in if given the opportunity.

"Hey," you say softly as Joe steps outside and tries to piece together in his head what it is that has your undivided attention out here. He got the pool covered months ago and all the furniture is tucked away into different corners of the patio. He doesn't see any deer or other animals out in the yard either. There's nothing of interest and yet Joe understands that knowing you, it's gotta be something, and the thought alone has him amused.

"Hey, baby. Whatcha doin' out here?" You shrug your shoulders a bit, a tinge of pink coating your cheeks due to something else entirely than the cold.

"I smell snow," you whisper. A phrase you've come to love and use religiously when it is that time of year. You know it might seem stupid to some people, but you genuinely feel like you can always tell when it's going to snow. Weather reporting it or not. It's s silly thing between you and your friends, but somehow you're never wrong.

When you first started dating Joe it was during the spring. The snow had long since melted and the chill in the air was long gone. You've mentioned in passing before your little inside joke, but never once have you said it to him before. Saying it out loud to him has you feeling a little silly, but the look on his face quickly extinguishes it.

Joe's eyes are crinkled at the corners, his smile taking up half his face, and his perfect white teeth are on full display as a deep chuckle escapes him.

"Do you now?" The Bengals quarterback teases as he takes a few more steps towards you. As he does so, you bask in the sight of him. Your boyfriend looks so cute and cosy in his hoodie, sweatpants, and beanie. All Bengals branded, of course. Joe Burrow is nothing if not proud of his city and his team. You feel the same about him and all he's accomplished.

"I do, Burrow. And the minute that first snowflake hits the ground, I'll be telling you I told you so." You nod your head in finality before lightly giggling and turning your head back up to the sky.

Joe gazes fondly at you as he takes in every inch of your body. There you are, this beautiful girl standing before him, not having a care in the world besides knowing whether or not it's going to snow. He thinks you're ridiculous in the most loving way possible, and that's when it hits him. That's what this is; love.

The two of you have only been dating for just under a year, but the Cincinnati resident has never been more sure about anything else in his life (besides maybe football) than he is about how he feels for you. About how seriously he cares for you and wants you in his life for years to come.

Joe Burrow is completely and utterly in love with you.

A sharp intake of breath leaves the man's lips, but it's mixed in with yours as you gasp up at the sky and watch as a single snowflake drifts slowly towards your face. At first it's just one and then suddenly it's dozens of little flakes flurrying around you.

A bemused laugh shakes your body and you nearly squeal at the sight. There's always been something so magical about snow to you. You don't know whether it's the nostalgic child-like wonder and excitement of it all or if it's something else entirely, but you've never quite been able to shake it. You're not sure you'd ever want to, really.

"Joe," you start, awe completely evident in your tone as you lightly flit your eyes to your boyfriend and then back to the sky. "Look at this! It's so pretty, I can't believe I was—"

"I love you." The blonde's confession slices through the air and suddenly it feels like nothing else matters in this moment, not even the snow you were so desperate to see because—

"What?" You question, wondering if you just imagined what Joe had said. Surely you misheard him, but part of you hopes to God you didn't.

"I love the way you care so deeply for everyone. I love the way you support me and my career completely and yet still keep that fierce independence and confidence in yourself and your own career. I love that you don't let anyone or anything get in the way of your dreams, but yet you still stay kind through it all. I love the way you've accepted me and all my stubbornness no matter how irritating it may be at times. I love how smart, funny, beautiful, and a million other adjectives I could continue to list, you are." A laugh slips past your lips and it's in this moment you realize tears have begun to trickle down your cheeks, mingling with the soft snowflakes that have landed there. "But most importantly, I love you, Y/N. Completely and unconditionally, I am in love with you. And I know we haven't been together for that long, but I'm hoping that just maybe you feel the same."

Wasting no time, you practically jump the few feet it takes you to reach your boyfriend and immediately wrap your arms around his neck, his warmth engulfing you instantly as he holds onto you.

"I love you too, Joey," you smile as you pull back and lock eyes with those pale blues from earlier. As the sky begins to darken, you revel in the way his eyes shine as they reflect the patio lights. You'd debate with anyone that Joe's eyes rival the stars themselves. He'd definitely say the same about yours.

A beat passes, the two of you so wrapped in each other's presence and revelations that most definitely have now altered the courses of your lives. The thought of falling so deeply in love with someone the way you have with Joe both terrifies and excites you, and all you know for sure is that you're in this for as long as he'll have you. Something tells you though that that's going to be a very long time, and you wouldn't want it any other way.

Joe reaches up and cups your cheek in his palm, his thumb swiping over your cheekbone and brushing away a few snowflakes that have settled there. It doesn't take long for him to lean in. Dying to connect his lips with yours and craving the way you taste.

His lips mold perfectly with yours, the way they have for all these months and the way you're sure they will for months to come. As the first Cincinnati snow of the season continues to fall, you smile into Joe's mouth as you feel the flakes begin to melt between you. The warmth of your lips fighting off any of the cold trying to reach you.

You're sure you'll feel the effects of ice cold water seeping into your skin later, but right now all you can focus on is the man before you and how happy you are to have found him.

Joe pulls back and you nearly giggle at the sight of him. The tip of his nose and his cheeks are a bright pink, and you're sure if he wasn't wearing his hat that his ears would appear the same. Even though he looks like the happiest man alive right now, you can tell he's cold. Although you can admire the snow for how it looks and how it makes you feel inside, it doesn't always make you feel the greatest on the outside, especially after a long period of time.

You decide now is a good a time as any to head back inside. You're confident the first fall of snow lived up to all the hype and then some.

"C'mon, let's go inside and warm up. I think I've had enough of the snow...for now," you chuckle.

"Thank God," Joe breathes out before bringing his hands up and rubbing them together, trying to create some warmth between them. "I know you love this stuff, but I won't lie, I'm freezing my ass off."

The two of you laugh as Joe leads you back inside through the patio door. The familiar click of the door handle echoes behind you and you hum in satisfaction as the cold gets shut out and the warmth of Joe's house welcomes you with open arms.

"Hey, freezing or not, you have to admit the snow is pretty magical." Joe watches as you begin to take off your jacket, a bit of snow that clung to you falling to the ground. Some of it is still in your hair, slowly melting away, but the sight of it makes his heart swell. The snow glistens, almost sparkles, and all it does is add to your beauty in his eyes. You're so blissfully unaware of it all too, and it only makes Joe fall for you that much more.

"I think I'm gonna have to agree with you on that one, sweetheart," he replies, genuinely believing it.

Magic snow powers or not, Joe adored seeing you in awe like that tonight. He can't wait for many more instances like it, and who knows? Maybe during next year's first snowfall, he might be on one knee, confessing his love for you in a different way.

[tommyssupercoolblog]

That's because they're called love handles if the top part is bigger!!! That being said they literally have love in the name. In the NAME. If that doesn't tell u ur pog idk what will

Ur so shapes /pos

Hip dips. Ough. Grabbing them and kissing them. You understand

[elainsgirl]

You know what I find amazing? Every single time I hear gwynriels or Eluciens describe their ship, they are describing Elriel. It's amazing. Every time. I don't get it. It's like they switched Elain's name for Gwyn when they read. Or Azriels name for Lucien. But why? Why not like the OG thing. The thing that is actually in the books? Because they will be getting exactly the thing they're asking for, but with Elain and Azriel.

Have you seen this? If you have, why do you think this is? It's just so amazing and inexplicable to me. It makes no sense to me.

Elucien and Gwynriel IS elriel in a different font. They literally just swap out Elain/Az for the characters they like more aka Gwyn and Lucien. Why? If you look at it from Gwynriels perspective: most of them do not like Elain. They find her useless, boring, meek. Why would they ship their fave batboy with such a wallflower? Generally speaking, a popular trope is the “quiet, introverted, moody boy” x “chirpy, extroverted, sunny girl” -> that is not elriel. It does however fit gwynriel. Its a popular dynamic they can HC onto gwynriel. Same with Elucien. Now; w eluciens its not that they’re such big elain fans. Its that for them, mates = happiness. Their baby lulu has been through so much and he deserves his happiness and he’ll achieve that when elain accepts the bond. A popular microtrope for “reluctant engagement/marriage” especially with a ladylike character such as Elain is “sassy, conveniently attractive, foul mouthed man meets the proper, society abiding woman” -> his witty banter makes the proper lady blush and unable to handle herself. Again. It’s not elriel but can be used for elucien. And the reasons these micro/tropes fit is due to the fact Elucien and Gwynriel are so undeveloped you can virtually shape them to be however you like making them more favourable ships when you compare it to elriel - which is developed. They have a canon dynamic, you can’t just place any HC onto them. If I was to say, “omfg I can’t wait for the banter between elriel!” - you’re going to be like…but they’re not a couple that “banters”….thats not how elriel is. But If I was to make the same statement with gwynriel, you can’t really argue against it bcs it can happen between gwynriel. They’re that raw. And considering how far we’re into the series -> its not how Sjm rolls. But thats another discussion. Alternatively, instead of antis not liking elain/azriel - they may ship gwynriel/elucien as it drives the story in a different direction thats more liked by them. For example, with Gwynriel you’ll get more of Nesta, Emerie, H.O.W -> less of feysand and IC. And after acosf and the hatred for the OG cast, this new one in acosf is more liked and people want them to be centre staged. You’re not going to get that with elriel. Same goes for elucien -> less of the NC, IC, feysand and more of other courts and characters eluciens’ find interesting such as Eris. Again, that won’t happen with elriel. I have seen this countless times over all the years. Gwynriel: Gwyn will accept Az for who he is, she won’t be afraid of him or his shadows, she’s going to call his scars beautiful, Az will want to spend time with her, Gwyn will become a spy alongside Azriel and the twins who she will also become friends with, Azriel will get Gwyn such a beautiful Solstice gift, Gwyn will make Az laugh so much like he hasn’t done before, Gwynriel are going to love spending alone time together, gwynriel will help revive the prison, Az will take gwyn flying, their powers are so similar etc etc etc,

I’ll be honest - I haven’t seen eluciens “steal” elriels’ tropes/plot points (I mean they could be, im just not aware of it) aside from saying Elains choice being Lucien is impactful, and now trying to twist the forbidden love trope for elucien instead of elriel….who literally had Rhys stop them and told Az to stay away. I think with eluciens - its that they disregard canon and just go with whatever they want. They don’t take into consideration elains canon characteristics or the plot she’s connected too. They have a vision for elucien which they force onto the couple even if it makes no sense canonically. Lmfao who am I kidding, they don’t gaf about elains canon feelings towards Lucien so why would they care if their Hc/Theories align with elains traits and associations. Its all about Lucien. Their whole plot has Lucien right centre stage with Elain tagging along. Same like Tamlain and gwynriel really.

Thing is - I can’t blame gwynriels for having to be unoriginal and take a lot of “inspiration” from elriel bcs what unique thing can happen between gwynriel? Azriels most impactful moments have already happened with Elain. Take him giving TruthTeller to her. That was a pretty important scene. Monumental for both Az and Elain. If Az was now to give Gwyn TT…it won’t be special or anything new. Its why you often find gwynriels downplaying a lot of elriel moments only to use those same moments for their own ship but showing how its going to be 100x more spectacular.

[lavendermin]

disasterology | boothill

boothill x reader, mad scientist reader

wc | 1.7k

genre | light banter, ambiguous relationship

warnings | nsfw, artificial cyborg guts, suggestive, body horror, love bug (literally via data transfer), mentions of giving boothill a womb, boothill bluescreens

note | my piece as part of the autumn festival collab hosted by @owlespresso ^^ I’ll probably make a part two to this to squeeze in more banter and get some actual freaky stuff in

“You’re back at my lab… A little soon, no?” The question is thrown at Boothill without a spared glance as you are engrossed in several tasks at once. The Galaxy Ranger makes his way over to your mess of screens and tools by your main work desk, his strides reminiscent of someone a little too comfortable in your bubble.

“Annual checkup. Don’t tell me you forgot already, doc?” Boothill teases with feigned hurt, sharp teeth flashing with his playful grin.

“Not a doctor,” you correct him flatly.

A holo-screen appears before his face, stopping him from nearing your concentrated form. A flurry of data scrolls by and a pop-up appears with a few dates.

With a few final taps you swivel toward him and the screen. “According to your record in my data bank, you’re not due for your checkup for another nine weeks,” you state matter-of-factly. With a few taps and a swipe, the screen is gone and you meet Boothill’s gaze for the first time. “So, what’s the actual reason you’re here? Surely not just a friendly visit to the resident witch or whatever they’re calling me these days on this planet.”

“Recent scrap didn’t end too well. Leg’s been acting up.”

Your eyes scan him briefly, humming in thought as you enter new data and access his file.

“I definitely noticed a few new scratches to your outer shell armor,” you note, speaking more to yourself as you log the new data. “I’ll run some tests and analyze further.”

You roll back in your chair near him, gathering a few tools here and there and holding an emesis basin in front of him. Boothill squints at you in confusion, a frown pulling down his lips in a glimmer of dangerous, sharp teeth.

“Here. Spit them out—all the ammo you have. Now.”

His eyes sharpen, but he relents with a grunt. The metal of the bullets hitting the basin is all that fills the silence as you return to some screens and rummage through rows of drawers and drawers that line the walls.

It’s a chaotically organized yet unorganized lab, to say the least.

“There’s an empty box near you. Go ahead and remove all of your outerwear and any other weapons so we can get started,” you instruct as you prepare a table nearby.

Boothill begins to protest. “Doc, it’s just my leg. I don’t need–”

When he turns back to your desk you’re gone from sight. It unnerves him and you appear behind him seemingly from thin air.

“Hey–!”

You plug several chords into a few outlets on his hip. The feeling of the data processing through multiple base drives makes his entire body feel like numbing static courses through it.

Your face is close. Too close.

“Let's get a base-read on what’s going on here for now. I’ll leave the room so you can get undressed if you’re modest like that.” Your eyes flit down and you smirk. “Not like I haven’t seen your full model before.”

His face flushes a bright crimson and he sputters, shoving you away. You laugh out loud, unsettling and loose as you go back to your screens. It’s become more apparent with each visit that you aren’t entirely sound of mind.

“I still wonder why your face flushes red when your synthetic blood is blue. Perhaps I’ll find out today,” you grin, looking up and being met with a metallic click and the barrel of a gun between your eyes.

There’s a fierceness in Boothill’s glare, red cheeks betraying his threat. Though his hand is steady, your monitors signal increased levels of core maintenance and adrenaline. He doesn’t know how to handle your teasing— never will.

“I don’t have time to be yer forkin’ lab rat,” he sneers.

Your expression remains calm, unbothered as a lazy smile makes way to your lips. It’s an irksome sureness that makes the ranger’s eye twitch and teeth grit. Perhaps that’s simply your insanity creeping into him as well.

It draws him in like a moth to a flame. And he convinces himself that he hates it.

“You wouldn’t hurt me.”

“And what makes you think I wouldn’t put a bullet in yer head for crossing me?”

“Plenty of reasons. But really I only need one.”

“Yeah? And what’s that, sweets?” He scoffs, patience running thin.

You gently tap a knuckle over his heart core, the area making a soft metal clank as you do so. Boothill falls silent for a moment as you say nothing more. The mental gears turn a little harder than usual and suddenly his face is hot. Too hot.

“Wh– What– Who ever said I liked ya like that?! A ranger doesn’t get wrapped up in those feelings, ya hear?!”

And you fucking smirk.

“I’m not sure what you’re insinuating. All I meant was that you wouldn’t get rid of your one and only mechanic on this side of the galaxy, would you? Who else would be stupid enough to take all your last minute tuning appointments and repair jobs after reckless battles? You need me, ranger.” You pause and shift your gaze directly at him. “No reason to get so defensive. Unless… you have feelings for me?”

“Negative feelings,” he seethes.

But you’ve seen right through him. It’s an act of pity that you just chuckle and resume your work on diagnosing some of the sensors around his midriff. Still enough to keep the cowboy grumbling and red in the face.

“Feelings nonetheless,” you chuckle under your breath as you swivel back to the flurry of incoming data. “I’ll head to the back to grab a few things I’ll need and see if a few spare parts are lying around that are similar to some of your fractured hip joints. Do not touch anything.”

Once you’re out of sight, Boothill grumbles and removes his hat and jacket. The bright industrial lights only serve to irk him more— never was one to like hospital settings.

It’s a bit more of a predicament when the wires attached to his hip get in the way of removing his bottoms. He clicks his tongue and listens as your fumbling in the distance remains constant.

Whatever. Damn cables are in the way. What is he to do? He yanks them off and removes the last of his articles, shoving them in the box off to the side you left for him.

“Fork me,” he grumbles. There’s an unruly mess of cables on the floor, most of which look the same and range in color. Naturally, none are labeled.

Just his luck.

One of your monitors beeps and a few pop ups come up as the data flow abruptly ends. In a panic, Boothill grabs a red and a black cable and plugs them in. He clicks a few of the pop ups to make them go away and resume whatever they asked. He didn’t have time to read whatever jargon it said, not that he would have understood it anyway.

He’s seated and on the examination table by the time you walk back in with a few boxes stacked in your arms.

A warm hum settles in his core with his data processor kicking in. It’s pleasant, albeit an odd sensation.

You set down the boxes and glance at the screens, humming with thought. The pause is a beat too long and Boothill can only hope you don’t prod. You tap a few things on the screen and approach him with a smile.

“Alright. Pain receptors are off and your maintenance mode is on. Let’s get started.”

—

Only about forty minutes have passed but it’s becoming increasingly clear to Boothill that something is clearly wrong. He’s used to certain processes being shut off while you work on him— that part is normal.

Right now, he can’t seem to take his eyes off you. And you won’t spare him a glance as you work, much too engrossed in his guts— literally. He huffs and you don’t bother looking at him. It pisses him off.

“If you’re feeling discomfort use your words, ranger,” you mutter without missing a beat. “If your pain processors kicked in due to something that went wrong I need to know before you blow up on me.”

Your tug at a particular wire makes him gasp, his grip on the edge of the table warping the metal.

“Fork– Watch it!” His breath shakes with a gasp, face flushed.

“You didn’t exactly come with a manual.”

“Please don’t say that while yer hands are in my guts.”

You snicker, ignoring his glare as you continue to work methodically.

“I could always give you new insides if I mess these up,” you tease smoothly, fingers deeper still in his abdominal cavity. “Would you like it if I gave you a womb?”

Boothill huffs with a shiver as you tug at that same wire again, his back arching slightly off the cold, metal table. His mouth hangs open, unable to say a word. It’s overwhelming, an intense sensation that he feels in every artificial nerve end.

You call his name once more— so sweet and full of concern. The auditory hallucinations have begun from the wrong dataset he hooked himself up to earlier. Your voice in actuality is much more nonchalant than he processes.

“Booth? Ranger? Are you still with me?” You tap his cheek, his eyes darting shakily around the room. Red hearts for irises replace his usual programmed eye setup when he blinks to glance at you. You sigh. “I told you not to touch anything didn’t I?”

“Yer… my soulmate.”

“No,” you deadpan, flicking your wrist to bring up a holo-screen before you. Seems the neuro-processors couldn’t sort the wide range of the artificial emotion dataset and developed a love bug. “Boothill, if you can still understand me beyond the love bug, I’ll be turning on your standby function for a few minutes to finish.”

You’re not sure if he heard you at all, watching as whatever he heard in his bugged brain makes him red in the face and shiver.

Then, he blue-screens and all is quiet after his metal body clangs against the table.

You heave a sigh, a smile still on your lips. “Only your soulmate would put up with a ranger this obtuse.”

[starryjkoo]

If Jungkook went on live and asked toxic fans to stop harassing Jimin I already know exactly the kinds of comments we would be seeing in response -

“the company is forcing JK to say that to protect the company fave” *10k JM company fave posts* *random slurs, animal names, and bongo tweets* “look at how the company is shielding Jimin solos again” “notice how none of the other members are telling their solos to leave JK alone, JK is the only member who cares, the rest of the members don’t care about him, #JKleaveBTS #BTSdisband” “JK is only saying that because he has a kind heart, but I don’t have to be kind like JK, I’m going to protect him by going after the leeches who are trying to take advantage of him”

And then you would see a thousand posts from his solos/diets complaining about why JM hasn’t called out his own toxic fans, saying that he’s a terrible person who approves of PJMs harassing JK (and tkkrs and other solos would join in and pile on adding how JM doesn't care about the hate that TH/YG/other members receive from PJMs either). And definitely some PJMs would play into it and gloat about JK hating his fans but JM loving PJMs or something. It would be a whole mess, and for what?

JK asking fans to stop going to his house and to stop sending things didn’t work, JK saying artists are innocent didn’t even stop some ARMYs from talking about nwjn's a certain way (I don’t mean simply disagreeing with him, I mean some ARMYs outright dismissing his words and being condescending towards him about it, some were even resentful and leaving rude messages on his IG).

Pretty sure that solos/tkkrs would find a way to twist it to be even more hateful and unhinged towards JM. I mean tkkrs quite literally came up with a whole conspiracy theory so they could twist and dismiss anything they don’t like in BTS content (company forced fanservice ship, tkk hidden couple) and they include weverse lives in this now. How do you even combat that?

The people who want to believe a certain narrative will just twist whatever they want, dismiss whatever words and actions they don’t like to suit whatever narrative they want to push. Anyone who thinks that JK doesn’t like JM (and vice versa) is already extremely biased and irrational, you can’t really reason with that. JK has already done and said x100000000 things that contradict those narratives and they still just ignore it, and his haters never give him credit for it and expect him to do more. Not to mention people like that do not respect or care about JK in the first place, they just want something from him - to live vicariously through him, possess or own him, use him for whatever fantasy.

I mean sometimes I do want (all of) them to address toxic fans and I wonder why they haven’t, but I can also sort of see how it wouldn’t really change much and tbh I just assume that the seven of them have probably talked about this and have some mutual understanding on how they decide to handle it. And like I said JK asking his fans to leave Jimin alone would just result in another unhinged response from those groups of people and JM would be expected to also immediately make a statement or be painted as a terrible person who doesn’t care about JK getting harassed either.

This discourse is really tired and it’s sad the kind of expectations people place on JK about all of this, not even just to call out antis but never being allowed to tease or joke around, being blamed when antis twist his words, having the burden to prove that he doesn't hate his bandmates for some reason placed on his shoulders (even though he HAS proved that, they just don't listen to him). I expect it from solos, but every now and then I have seen some jikooker's also be weird to him about it and it's just really frustrating. Most people I see have just been celebrating and enjoying his live though!! Sorry for the negativity but I wanted to say something too because I can literally picture EXACTLY the kind of things they would be saying and no doubt it would just be another fandom headache.

[kaiyunsim]

wishful winter —

pairing : childhood bestfriend!woonhak x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

summary : woonhak has always had a crush on you. he wants to confess to you with an upcoming christmas party coming up but is too scared that it’ll ruin your relationship you guys have now.

warnings : fluff, pining woonhak (who is also kinda dumb), jaehyun as a friend,

a/n : what happens when you have a crush on your ult bias… make a fic !! (ily woonhak) also stream wishful winter for christmas !

queueing… wishful winter - nct wish, santa baby - laufey, say it back - peach luffe

— not proof read — wc : 1.9k —

woonhak is always a very loud and talkative person. after all, being the youngest in his friend group always has its perks, and it makes woonhak known as the loud, cute one in all of school.

you’re in the same group as him, harboring the same group of friends, but you and woonhak are practically inseparable as you two grew up with eachother since you could remember. the group often associates you both as twins, like siblings from another mother. and of course, woonhak had a big, fat crush on you.

your families have their annual christmas party coming up and it’s the most exciting time of the year for the both of you. in the past years, you guys have exchanged gifts, planned events, and even planned games. one year, woonhak lost and got flour all over his face which is now a memory you always bring up every year.

while at school on the day of the planned party, you walk over to the table where everyone usually meets and immediately gets greeted with the same, adorable smirk woonhak gives.

“y/n!” he yells, not doing so on purpose but forgets they are actually in school.

you playfully push his aside, sitting next to him. “move aside, woonagi” you tease him, it’s the name the other friends gave him but you thought it was such a cute name especially since woonhak was the baby of the group.

woonhak just responds with a sarcastic eye roll before going back to eating his food. jaehyun, one of your friends, looks at both of you with his mouth wide open, “you’re actually joking,” he says, the surprised expression not leaving his face, “woonhak, why do you get mad at us when we call you woonagi, but when y/n does it you literally don’t care” jaehyun exclaims bitterly. it was mostly a joke but jaehyun did want to know why woonhak didn’t react much to you.

you look at jaehyun with his jealous gaze, “woonagi just loves me more than you” you say playfully, sticking your tounge out at jaehyun. another one of your friends, leehan, laughs at jaehyuns defeat. woonhak is left quiet and a light blush now apparent on his cheeks.

you notice the slight redness on woonhak’s face and combine it with the sudden quiet attidude fron the usually-loud woonhak you know to come to the conclusion to one thing. he’s sick.

it’s not weird to be sick at this time, especially since it’s the winter time but either way, you place a hand on his forehead to check his temperature. it’s slightly hotter than normal seeing more red appear on his face.

in woonhak’s mind he’s trying to battle breaking all together. his heart racing and mind going everywhere and nowhere at the same time from you taking care of him.

you sweep some stray hairs out of his bangs, “take care of yourself, you look like you just woke up” you laugh before finishing up your food.

as if woonhak could blush more, he looked very red. it was a good thing you were focused on your food and not on him or else the embarassment would be too much to handle. eventually, he’s able to calm down and lunchtime came to an end everyone starts parting ways to their final classes.

before either of you leave, you nudge woonhak once again. “i’ll see you later?” you ask. he looks confused. the dots aren’t connecting in his mind while looking at you. you laugh at his forgetful state right now, “the christmas party?” you remind him. “oh yeah” he remembers, he scratches the back of his head from ebarassment. “jeez woonagi, you’re so clueless sometimes, good thing you have me” you giggle as you walk off to your class.

woonhak stands there a moment, heart racing once again. in fact, literally anything you would do would make it race, and he didn’t know what to do or how to react. of course he wants to tell you but isn’t sure if you would like him back and is scared to ruin the close bond you guys have already.

after school ends, woonhak heads home, hoping to sort out his feelings before meeting up with you again before the party. he goes to the one person he knows, or thinks that he knows, some good dating advice. his hyung, myung jaehyun.

—

now woonhak is standing in front of jaehyun’s home as the night shrouded him in darkness. he was suited in the cute black bubble jacket you got him last christmas which is also matching with yours. woonhak knocks on the door of jaehyun, desperate for any advice his hyung can provide.

jaehyun answers the door. he’s wearing some cute christmas pyjamas. he’s wiping his eye, looking like he just woke up from a nap. “ever heard of texting, woonhak?” he asks, somewhat annoyed that he was disturbed from his nap but shortly realizes that it’s the youngest so he lets it pass.

“i called you so many times, hyung” he says. woonhak lets himself in, going past the sleepy jaehyun who is checking his call receipts to see that woonhak did, indeed, call him exactly 7 times. “jesus i guess i’m a deep sleeper” jaehyun comments quietly to himself.

“why are you here, woonagi?” jaehyun asks while trying to tease the young boy, “you’re going to be late for your christmas party with y/n” he continues. he boils some hot water for hot chocolate for woonhak.

“quit it with the name, hyung” woonhak scoffs, clearly annoyed. “i’m here to ask you about something”

jaehyun looks slightly worried, “you never come to me for anything, i’m kinda scared.” he pours out the hot chocolate and gives it to the young boy. “you’re not dying. are you?” he jokes lightly.

woonhak accepts the hot cup, using it to warm his hands, “no, idiot. it’s about y/n” woonhak confesses.

jaehyun’s serious expression immediately falters and gets replaced with one of teasing. “ohh, i knew it! what did they do this time? smile at you? breathe in your direction?” jaehyun says, smile getting wider and voice getting more teasing every question.

“can you be seious for once?” woonhak sighs, tired of all the teasing he’s being bombarded with. he sounds more serious, “listen, i don’t know if they like me or are just being friendly…” woonhak says, just speaking his mind out, sipping the hot chocolate.

the hyung rolls his eyes, looking done with the younger’s lovesick problems. “okay but why does it matter? just keep the attention dude, you’re lucky someone keeps clinging onto you.” jaehyun replies unseriously, that playful smirk making its way back to his face.

“that’s not helpful!” woonhak exclaims, playing a mini tantrum. “ugh, i knew i should’ve gome to riwoo hyung” he whispers to himself but jaehyun overhears.

“okay okay fine, keep going. what things do they do?” jaehyun asks, finally takes it semi-seriously and get information from woonhak.

and now woonhak has a mini clump in his throat as even just thinking about you makes him jumble his words, “well they’ll lean on me, have lingering touches, and like gets close when we talk. but when i ask they’re like ‘im just like this with everyone’” woonhak admits, shoulders giving out as he slouches slightly into the chair.

“well maybe they are like that with everyone” jaehyun says, adding some emphasis on ‘are’, wanting to help woonhak see everything clearly, but not giving the boy the answer right away.

“that’s exactly what im afraid of!” woonhak exclaims, “but what if they aren’t… what if im mising my chance?” woonhak asks his hyung, desperate for an answer.

“then don’t miss it” jaehyun answers.

woonhak looks at his hyung, confused, “what does that even mean?”

jaehyung places his palm onto his face, dissappointed at how dumb woonhak is, “i mean, just go for it. or dont. either way, you’ll figure it out”

woonhak checks the time and sees that he has to leave to go to the party. he gets up from his chair, still confused, “what do i even bother asking you?”

“my question exactly. well let me know if they reject you so. i can roast you for it, woonagi” jaehyun giggles as he enjoys teasing the youngest.

woonhak walks out of the door after returning the hot chocolate, “i hate you, hyung” woonhak pouts with an angry face as he walks off.

“no you don’t! good luck loverboy!” jaehyun yells into the empty neighborhood before closing the door.

—

woonhak walks into the house which is decorated in twinkling lights. sounds of a cackling fireplace echo into his ears and the smell of freshly baked cookies goes around the room. families gather, chatting now also stacks with the sounds.

he goes over to the more quiet corner of the party, away from the adults to avoid any awkward conversations. you’re also there, sitting by the christmas tree and he decides to sit next to you.

“it’s so pretty this year. the lights, the tree… everything feels extra magical, doesn’t it?” you comment, gazing at the tree, beautifully decorated with many different kinds of ornaments from each family that got together.

woonhak leans back to try and make it look like he was playing it cool. “yeah, i guess. or maybe it's just because you're here" he says lightly, also focused on the tree that is in front of the both of you.

you blink, registering the words woonhak said. your eyes widen slightly as your gaze moves over to the boy. "what was that?"

he realizes what he says and his eyes widen as well. "uh. i mean, everone's here! like, the whole family and stuff. that's what it makes it magical," woonhak tries to play it off.

you tilt your head, suspicious but amused at woonhak's attempt at recovery. "mhm. sure, woonhak."

you both fall into a comfortable silence, watching the lights twinkle together on the tree, admiring the time you guys have together. woonhak's heart starts to race as he steals a glance at you, who is just quietly smiling at the tree.

"you've been acting weird lately. is something on your mind?" you ask, noticing a difference in woonhak's behavior recently.

woonhak starts choking on his own saliva, "what? no! weird? me? i'm always like this."

you laugh softly at his clumsiness, "okay, if you say so. woonagi" you tease the boy. your laughter fades as you suddenly lean in a little closer. "but, seriously. you know you can tell me anything, right? we've known each other since forever ago." you remind him, trying to comfort him through his personal problem.

woonhak's concentration slips, especially with you moving closer to him, "i like you."

a heavy silence falls between you both, woonhak freezing and woonhak turning a familiar tone of red.

you simply blink in surprise, still registering the situation. "wait what?"

woonhak starts to stammer his words, trying to quickly formulate sentences through the embarrassment he's feeling, "i-i didn't mean to say that! i mean, i did, but not like this!" he covers his face with his hands. "forget i even said anything." he says as he gets up.

you grab onto his arm, smiling softly. "woonhak, i think you're so cute when you're flustered. and, for the record, i like you too.

"wait really?" he makes sure, wanting to make sure he's not hearing anything wrong.

you simply nod, teasingly, of course. "yeah. but you're going to have to make it up to me for confessing to me like that. where's the grand romantic gesture?" you nudge him gently.

woonhak laughs nervously but is finally relaxing, "give me a break. i'm not exactly smooth under pressure."

[princessofgotham777]

Dating Jason Todd (Part Two)

fanfic type: angst, fluff, comfort (ongoing)

If you liked the Titans show but wish they handled Jason’s story line differently you might like this fic!

Hey so this is in fact my first time writing fanfiction (idk what my life has come to). Sorry if it’s cringy but also I would eat this up cause I LOVE some good angsty comfort fanfiction. I won’t write smut. I don’t think I’m gonna do requests but if you have any ideas feel free to let me know. Also of course I don’t own any DC characters this is purely fanfiction. Although I’ve had tumblr for a bit I’m not really used to posting stuff so sorry if I don’t format everything well. Thank you and I hope you enjoy. (I hope you like run-on sentences💀) (if you don’t like it don’t be rude just move on dude😃🧍‍♀️)

So story line, this doesn’t really take place in any specific universe but I’m gonna be pulling concepts from Titans, The Batman, Under the Red Hood, and whatever lore I remember from the CW shows cause I grew up watching those, then just my imagination of course. The beginning takes place when Jason is still Robin but he’s no longer apart of the titans. Reader is referred to as she/her btw.

Warnings: talking about death, suicide, depression, torture (it’s not graphic I hate gore it’s just sad)

Part Two: Fear and Love

You stood in Dick’s bedroom as he packed. “You can’t just leave me here,” you said.

“I have to go find Jason and you can’t come with me,” he says.

“You know I can help.”

“I also know joker is after you, if you came to Gotham we’d be giving joker exactly what he wants,” Dick says. “Come on I’ve gotta wake up the others before I leave to let them know Jason’s off to get himself killed.”

“Dick!” You say. He looks at you with that cold glare you’re oh so familiar with. “You need to promise me something,” you say seriously.

“I’m listening,” Dick says.

“And you can’t tell anyone I’m asking you to do this, especially not Jason,” you say. You and Dick were inches apart now, making eye contact so intense you could feel a shift in the energy of the room.

“What is it Y/N,” Dick says softly.

“I need you to protect Jason,” you begin saying.

“Y/N, you know him he’s impulsive and if he wants to do something nobody can-“ you cut him off.

Teary eyed you say, “I know, but if anything happens to him I won’t forgive myself…and I won’t forgive you. Just promise me you’ll do your best.”

“I promise Y/N” Dick says. His voice is cold yet soft, almost like he wants to say more but is stopping himself.

Dick woke everyone up and told the team Jason had gone to Gotham.

“Idiot,” Kori said.

“Literally took the words out of my mouth but unfortunately he’s my problem,” Dick glances at you, “Our problem.”

“Should anyone go with you?” Gar asks.

“No, I want you guys to stick together,” he says to Kori, Gar and Rachel. “And keep an eye on Y/N.” Dick adds.

That sentence pissed you off. He starts to leave and as he walks past you say, “I don’t need a fucking babysitter.” This was one of the times Dick realized why you got along with Jason so well. Dick leaves and you immediately head for Jason’s room.

You start searching for any note he might’ve left you. After you look in his room you go tear apart your own trying to find any message or hint Jason left you. Ten minutes later you find a folded piece of notebook paper under your pink baseball cap that says “Chicago”. Jason had bought the hat for you after you found out he was Robin.

Y/N, I’m sorry for leaving you alone but right now you being as far away from me and Gotham is the safest thing for you. Stay at the tower, even though it pains me to say it, I know Dick will keep you safe, and hell if he fails then pretty sure our friends with sunlight, darkness and animal transforming powers will be enough to protect you. Don’t come looking for me, I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to you. I’ll be back in no time.

With love -Jay

You called Jason…he didn’t answer. You called Dick…he answered.

“What’s up,” Dick said.

“I will stay at the tower on one condition,” you say.

“Let’s hear it,” Dick says.

“Call me with updates and if anything drastic happens don’t wait till everything’s fine to tell me, I don’t care if it’s bad news or good news I just can’t be in the dark,” you say.

“Of course,” Dick says.

It had been three hours, no calls from Dick, radio silence from Jason, Barbra had no news, even Alfred knew nothing. You had exhausted everyone you possibly could have asked when suddenly you remembered one more person. Jason’s best friend, not you, not Gar, Roy Harper. You didn’t have his number but you had his girlfriend Thea’s. Thea Queen also known as a close friend of yours who happens to be the sister of Oliver Queen, the arrow.

“Thea hey I’m kinda having a crisis,” you say.

“Oh? What’s going on?” She said with a mixture of valley girl and New York accent.

“Jokers been leaving threats against Jason and I around Gotham and he’s gone without me and nobody can find him…so I was wondering if Roy has heard anything?” You asked.

“Oh my god, I have no idea but here I’ll put him on the phone,” she said.

“Hello?” Roy says.

“Hey do you know Jason’s missing?” You say.

“I do now, what’s going on?” He says.

“Jokers been leaving notes around Gotham threatening Jason and I, Jason left last night to go by himself even though him and Dick were meant to go together. He doesn’t have a tracker but we’re positive he’s gone to Gotham to try and find joker alone.” “So he’s not called you or anything?”

“Wow…no this is the first I’m hearing any of this, so where are you now?” Roy asks.

“Titans tower in San Francisco,” you say.

“Okay I will try to get ahold of Jason and actually if he has the wallet I gave him there’s actually a tracker in there…I didn’t know it was there when I gave it to him, courtesy of Oliver’s failed attempt at tracking me but I’ll try to see if I can find him.”

“Okay thank you so much, call me back as soon as you can,” you say. Twenty minutes pass and you hear a knock on the door. You open it to see Rachel with a plate of food.

“Can I come in?” She asks.

“Course yeah,” you say.

“So how are you doing…sorry that’s a stupid question” Rachel says.

“No it’s okay, I’m doing umm…I mean I’ve been better,” you laugh nervously. “I just wish he accepted Dick’s help and didn’t go off by himself.”

“Yeah,” she says to let you know she’s listening.

“And I understand why he did it you know it’s not because he’s got anything against Dick or Bruce or titans despite what everyone thinks, he just wants to be good enough. I wish he understood getting help and working with others doesn’t mean you’re weak and incapable.” You say. Just as Rachel’s about to say something your phone rings. It’s Dick.

“What’s happened?” You say quickly.

“The cops are all here, we’re at that abandoned amusement park near the pier. Jason’s not here but we think he was. There’s blood, it’s not a concerning amount…we’re sending it over to the lab. We pretty much know it was him though cause said blood is on playing cards,” Dick says.

“Shit,” you say. “Okay wait so I called Roy and he said there’s a tracker in Jason’s wallet so if it’s on him and it still works he’s gonna call me,” you say.

“Okay call me when-“ Dick gets cut off when Roy calls you. You pick up quickly.

“The wallets at some random street in Gotham…” when Roy gives you the street name you immediately recognize it as where Poison Ivy kidnapped you a couple years ago.

“Okay thank you I’m gonna call Dick,” you say. You call Dick and put him on speaker.

“The wallets at 345 Ribbon St,” you say.

“We’re on our way,” Dick says.

I hope you guys liked part two🫡🩷 Please like the fic if you enjoyed it and want to see more cause I’ve got a whole storyline and backstory and many more ideas and want to know people are enjoying my writing.

Here’s my Masterlist so you can read the other parts.

Masterlist

[norel-ravenclaw]

Christmas Spirit, And Lack Thereof

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Featured characters: Husk x fucked up depressed reader~

Genre: Hurt & comfort

Description: Reader is burned out and depressed, unable to be the partner they feel Husk deserves, especially around the holidays. He’s having none of the bullshit.

Warnings: | language | depressed reader/seasonal depression? | brief suicidal thoughts | chronic illness/depression | everyone is either drunk or wants to be |

Fucking great. Another thing requiring effort you didn’t have to give - the tall, heavy doors to the hotel. Of course the curse of pain somehow followed you to hell. Of course it hurt to just open a door. After giving everything at a shitty job all day, it was just the fiftieth last straw.

You jumped as the doors swung open all of a sudden. A tipsy Sir Pentious was pulled outside by the hand of a raucous Cherri Bomb. Taking the chance, you tried to slip around them before the door closed, only to wince in pain as it hit your hand with force. With a frustrated and pained sound, you pushed the door open and stumbled inside.

You were more than half tempted to turn right back around and wander into a terf war. But Angel Dust called out from the bar, even drunker than Pentious.

“Baaabe! Can you please get ya man to quit bein’ so stingy? Won’t ya share the pussy cat with me?”

Husk snarled from behind the counter, swiping the empty glass from the spider’s hand. “I’m cuttin’ you off. Now fuck off and go bother someone else.”

Angel pouted, but even in his wasted state couldn’t help but notice the extra edge in the bartender’s voice. “Fiiine. Fine. Geez. You’re both as bad as the otha’.”

Ignoring the two hands flipping him off, Husk glanced at you, still frozen by the door. “Come here.”

Angel was right, he did have more edge than was usual even for him. …And you couldn’t help but worry it was your fault.

You forced one sore foot to move in front of the other. The threadbare carpet felt like a cloud compared to the unforgiving concrete you were made to stand on all day.

Husk tossed his cleaning rag aside and gestured you towards the bar counter in the corner of the transplanted room. Somehow you trudged over to it and perched on one of the stools.

He leaned a hand on the bar top and put the other on your waist, his red wings spreading out as though to shield you from the view of the rest of the hotel. Gold rimmed eyes stared pointedly into yours.

“Were you going to try to slip by without saying anything again?”

You bit your cheek and glanced away.

His fingers tightened slightly in your clothes, and he sighed. “I don’t need a report on your day. I don’t even need a hello. Just let me help you settle in.”

Your own hand trembled in your lap as you clenched a fist. “I can hardly do anything anymore,” you lamented, voice breaking. “I haven’t had energy for anything in weeks. Or for you. …Why do you even bother with me, Husk?”

A complicated swirl of emotions crossed his face, and a feline sound rumbled deep in his throat. The hand on the bar moved to your lap, encasing your trembling fist in his.

Something like a purr rolled from him as he gently massaged the strained muscles for a moment.

Then the same gentle hand gripped your chin, and your hackles raised as much as his.

“Now you listen to me,” he growled. “I chose you. I don’t give a shit if you’re not up for the ‘normal’ things. Neither am I most days. I chose you because I respect you, ‘cause you get me out of my own head. You don’t think I know myself well enough to know what I need?”

His gaze softened, a quiet sound beyond words escaping him. “I like takin’ care of you. You make me better. Even when you don’t say a damn word, fuck I love you.” His thumb swiped gently across your lip.

“I’m literally four times your goddamn age. Days are nothing to me. Weeks are nothing. I’m not so fucking fragile that I can’t handle the times when you’re at your lowest. I don’t need you to perform or pretend for me, just to be by my side. Okay? Let me take care of you, you stubborn ass.”

You lurched forward into his chest, and he gave a surprised ‘mrrp’. He wrapped you up in his arms and wings, chuckling softly.

“Even when we’re both miserable, being with you is the best part of my day. So quit runnin’ from me.” His embrace strengthened as your shaking hands fisted into his fur. For a long moment, he just held you tight. When he spoke again, his deep voice was low and vulnerable. “Darlin’ you’re home to me. Be a mess. Fall apart. Just… don’t leave me alone.”

“…I’m so sorry Husk.”

His ears flicked at the first hint of your voice in a few minutes. “Nah, baby, you’ve got nothing to apologise for. Just be with me.”

A large hand began stroking your hair, the melancholy leaving his voice at last. “This piece of shit old sinner isn’t about to let go of what belongs to him so easily.”

“…Okay,” you finally relented.

A gentle smile graced his lips as he lifted your wrist to kiss. “That’s it. You’ve earned yourself some pampering, hm? I’ll get some ice for this.” Letting go, he gently lifted you into his arms. He laughed, smirking at your surprise. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.“

I know I’m just an internet rando @irkimatsu, but god I’m in a really similar position with physical and mental health bs on top of exhaustion around the ✨establishment✨. I was going to make my own Husk comfort drabble on basically the same premise as some of your recent posts. I hope you don’t mind I made this a smidge more specific, because it sounds like we might just need the same kind of thing at the moment. <3

[selfship-confession-void]

"Isn't Enemies to Lovers proship" Nope! Here's Why (+ Explaining Strawmen)

Proship/comship/neutral/darkfic DO NOT interact!! This post is not and never will be for you, stay away from me.

So I got this question as an anon but the ask just disappeared 😭 anyways I feel like this is a good topic to tackle because this shoddy argument is thrown around a lot

Short answer: No, but it can be depending on the execution

Long answer: Enemies to lovers as a trope isn't inherently toxic, but if it's handled wrong then yes the relationship would be abusive and ergo would be proship. But just because it CAN be handled poorly doesn't mean it's AUTOMATICALLY toxic and bad on principal

More under the cut:

I've had people I've hated who I later warmed up to. Happens all the time, that's life, you're not gonna like everyone. But that doesn't mean we abused one another or made one another's life a living hell. If you're thinking about ETL (Enemies To Lovers) in the context of the Enemy being this ruthless tyrant who tears down the MC at every opportunity, ruins their life, and overall makes the MC severely harmed from their actions: yes, that is abuse. THAT relationship would be proship.

But that's what I call BookTok ETL, cause BookTok is where it's most normalized (and let's be fr, they normalize proship stuff ALL THE TIME). BookTok ETL is specifically different from general ETL cause most interpretations of the trope are written by people who know there's a line between flirty angry banter and actual harmful interactions. Any sane person who loves the trope will tell you there's definitely a limit and that it becomes gross and uncomfortable when that line is crossed.

And, what I find important to emphasize: every trope CAN be toxic if done wrong. Childhood Friends to Lovers can be unhealthy if the childhood friend in question is a thoughtless shitbag and torments the MC. Coffee Shop AUs can be toxic if it's someone harassing an essential service worker the whole time. I've experienced media that's made me love tropes I usually don't care for just as much as I've seen media do a trope I love so badly that the relationship is a cesspit mess that I wouldn't ever dream of supporting.

My point here is judging a general and inherently harmless trope just based off of the idea that it could sometimes maybe be portrayed as toxic, doesn't mean the trope is on principal bad/toxic/gross. "But what about hero x villain?"— same rules apply. If Villain is terrorizing Hero or the ones they love so badly that it gives Hero trauma or deeply negatively impacts them in a scarring way, that is abuse and no one should argue that it isn't. But the trope can also be lighthearted and sweet, depending on the way it's handled.

Now onto my second portion:

What is a strawman?

A strawman is directly defined as "an intentionally misrepresented proposition that is set up because it is easier to defeat than an opponent's real argument". The very question of attributing harmless tropes to abuse romanticizing proshippers is a strawman. An argument that's meant to seem like a "HAHA GOTCHA" to people who don't sit and think for more than two seconds on how you're literally grasping at straws. This ties into a common trend of proshippers trying to worm their way into everything.

Let me be blunt: proshippers did NOT and never have invented shipping, selfshipping, fandoms, or anything of the like. They like saying that as an imaginary "gotcha" card to the rest of us, just claiming with zero proof or evidence to have invented online spaces because that's easier to argue over than the fact that they're supporting actually disgusting things. 9/10 they just wanna piss people off and then flood them with harassment when the person points out the obvious holes in their argument (pretty ironic coming from the "we don't support harassment!" crowd by the way)

So, to reiterate and be as clear as possible; no, enemies to lovers and hero x villain aren't proship. They can BECOME proship if specific portrayals are done in a very toxic way that make the relationship abusive, but any trope can be represented horribly, so no it does not automatically mean the trope as a concept is proship. Claiming it is is a strawman argument largely used by proshippers because they're deflecting from what they're actually doing wrong and trying to grasp at straws to "epically own the stupid antis" or something like that

Ty for reading

[skateboardtotheheart]

there is just something about the difference between edwin's love interests and having the cat king's reaction to edwin in hell being "i'll be waiting when he gets back" vs charles "no version of this where i don't come get you" rowland convincing a powerful trans-dimensional being to open a door to hell just so he could get him back

i am insane

[fight-nights-at-freddys]

i think its funny that antis can't comprehend the fact that my therapist is okay with me shipping problematic things and that she also dislikes antis.

[snowflake-sage]

Standing in the kitchen at 3am with your dog barking at you and your friend barking at you over the phone is kind of a core memory

[fromtheseventhhell]

Not Arya, Robb, and Jon catching strays for not "warning" Sansa about Joffrey?? As though they didn't all meet him at the same time and have equal opportunity to understand what he was like?? It just blows my mind that somehow everybody can be blamed for her actions regarding Joffrey but Sansa herself. Apparently, she can't be expected to understand anything because nobody sat down and slowly explained everything to her using small words (not even when Ned does just that lol). And then they just ignore the fact that Sansa had a crush on Joffery and actively wanted to marry him? To the point of excusing his behavior when she witnessed his cruelty first-hand? Then they pretend that she was just "coping" with her engagement when she actively argued against Ned breaking it and went to Cersei because she thought she could stop him from doing so. There's no way they like her actual character if this is what they have to come up with to cope with her writing.