#and those two aren't even the only ones with important thoughts on the matter

[revui]

undertaking a needlessly complicated writing "challenge" wherein the story is a villain protagonist redemption told sideways except the protagonist isn't a villain and the antagonist isn't a villain either but you're kind of supposed to think she's the villain because the core of the story involves embracing what you previously thought of as immoral or repulsive. i didn't have to write something this fucking complicated and i doubt i have the skill and if i ever finish and god forbid publish it, i can just hear the sound of The Point flying over people's heads

[beatrixstonehill2]

"What? Why would I be mad?" Heather said, smiling prettily. "You're my boyfriend. It doesn't matter if we've only been dating two months. You know I'm a very traditional girl, pretty sure that's why you asked me out! I'd be happy to explore any of your kinks, I don't care how dark they are. It's my job as your girlfriend to please you however I can!"

Heather's boyfriend, Jake, eyed his gorgeous girlfriend, feeling slightly ashamed for even thinking about what went through his head. He couldn't help himself..... "You can say no if you want. I'm just warning you."

Heather rolled her eyes. "No. I can't. I'm your girlfriend, Jake, like I've been telling you I have to please you no matter what! In any way I can, trust me, with the way I was raised I'm fully prepared for what that could mean! Now quit stalling and tell me how to satisfy you...."

"Fuck.... well..... I want to destroy your breasts."

"Destroy my breasts? What, like blow 'em up?"

"What!? No--well, actually...... no, I mean I want to debreast you."

"Ohhhh, you're one of those guys who likes to see a busty girl's titties get chopped off. What's the big deal, then? Why were you so nervous?"

"Well, it's just..... your breasts are so big and sexy I thought you might hate getting them chopped off."

"You're such a dork. My feelings aren't important, dummy! If I were reluctant to have these big fat udders of mine chopped off, I'm betting that'd make this whole thing even hotter! I can pretend to hate having them chopped off if you want, though."

"Uhhhh.... wow, I didn't expect you to be so cool about this."

"Your ears need a serious cleaning. Besides, I was here thinking you wanted to off me and toss me in a ditch or something. I mean, you still can but I'd like a bit of warning, unless it's part of your kink that I don't get any warning in which case I'm sorry if I spoiled the moment for you!"

"No, uh..... not that. But wow, you are just the perfect girl, aren't you?"

"Raised to be whatever my man wants, just like every girl ought to be.... at least that's what my daddy says."

"Well, he's a wise man."

"Sooooo, how're we doing this Mr. Titty Chopper? You got a preferred way of doing things? These big fat udders of mine aren't going to cut themselves off. Well, if they get too much bigger they might sag so much they drop right off! Kidding....."

"But I'd pay to see that! No, I own a sort of guillotine for breasts. I made it, and it works pretty well."

"Test it on lots of girls already?"

"Maybe."

Heather bit her lip. "So what, you gonna tie me up? shove my boobs into this thing and film me as I squirm and beg you not to chop them off?"

"Pretty much. I'd prefer it if you beg me TO have them chopped off, though!"

"That, I can do. I'd love to see my massive udders get removed, it's such a pain having boobs this big, you know?"

"Good, glad we're on the same page. I'll be fucking you as you're strapped in, the blade over your tits. You and I will hold the rope preventing the blade from dropping. You let go right as you're about to cum, that way you lose your tits right as the orgasm hits you. Guarantee it'll be the best orgasm of your life."

"I'll hold you to that. Then what? I'll be breastless, strapped into your machine..... what's a girl to do?"

"I'll fuck my children into you as I call you my flat-chested, worthless whore. Then, once your belly is full of my seed, I'll send you home with the basket containing your severed breasts, you show up at home with no boobs and tell your daddy you're pregnant from the guy who chopped off your boobs. Once you're all bandaged up, we go from there."

"And where might that be? Will you discard me like a used up piece of meat?"

"No, I'll introduce you to the other girls whose tits I've used my guillotine on.... You can admire how big their bellies are with my kids, and dream of how big yours will be in a few months."

"And if I give you enough kids will you marry me?"

"Maybe, or I'll consider it, if you help me find more busty girls like you to date, chop of their tits, and impregnate. You have some stiff competition but from what I can tell you seem like the kind of girl who's going to take this way more seriously than the others...."

"I am your girlfriend after all. Pleasing you is my purpose, and if finding a hundred girls with big fat titties like mine for you to chop off will make you want to spend the rest of your life with me.... I'd be happy to oblige!"

[pretty-little-mind33]

Pietro Maxmioff x fem!reader

Summary: You're sad when Pietro almost misses your birthday.

Prompt: second chance - "You're really the prettiest girl I have ever seen."

Warnings: emetophobia (reader is drunk and she…yk)

~ kinda inspired by The Moment I Knew - T.S ~

PIETRO MAXIMOFF MASTERLIST

BLUE MASTERLIST

Your twenty-second birthday was supposed to be special. You only turn twenty-two once after all and to your detriment, all you could focus on was the fact that the one boy you wanted to see the most didn't even bother showing up. 

His sister spent the entire evening feeding you excuse after excuse, starting with "he's just late," and if her brother wasn't exceptionally fast, making his tardiness even less impressive, you may have believed her.

You don't blame her for the excuses. He's her brother. 

By midnight, you're completely shit-faced as your friends try distracting you from Pietro's absence—however, you aren't having any of it as you hold yourself up at the kitchen counter and ramble. "I know he's my ex and all, but it's my birthday. He knows how important my birthday is to me," you huff. 

You reach for another shot glass when your ankle twists and you start to fall forwards. Luckily, or unluckily, for you, Pietro sprints into the kitchen at the same time, skidding to a stop in front of you as he hooks his hand under your armpits and holds you up.

"Careful, moje srdce (my heart)," he whispers almost into the shell of your ear and you shiver.

You're in no state to be happy to see him now, no matter how desperately you want to be. "Fuck off," you slur, pushing him away from you. "You don't get to play the fucking hero now, you jerk."

Pietro's hand steadies your waist and you stumble, slumping against him. He sends Wanda a look and she ushers the rest of your friends out of the kitchen as Pietro leads you into the nearby bathroom. 

"Up you go, Princezna (Princess)," he says as he hoists you up to sit on the counter. 

When he looks at you he frowns, knowing your tells from when you had been dating. "Sakra, drahoušku (oh shit, darling)," he mutters and speeds you down to the toilet bowl, holding your hair as the motion from his movement initiates your well-needed vomiting.

You cough, feeling so stupid as your head hurts. 

"Shhh," Pietro's thumb rubs along your hairline. 

After a few moments of not puking, he lifts you onto the sink again after helping you wash your mouth. His hand stays steady on your hips as your hands find his shoulders. You're having trouble focusing on him but you manage to ask.

"Why didn't you show up? I- I thought we had decided to be friends," you whisper, clearly hurt.

Pietro winces. How can he be honest with you and tell you the reason he didn't come sooner was because he wasn't planning on coming at all? He couldn't bear the thought of not having you in the way he had you on your last birthday. He couldn't bear watching you be happy without him, and some sick part of him revels in the fact that you weren't. 

But he couldn't say any of those things to you. 

"I'm sorry, Y/n," he says instead, cupping your cheek.

You turn your head away from him. "I looked so pretty earlier," you sniff, tears pooling in your eyes. "So pretty and you didn't see it. You only see me like this."

Pietro's eyes soften and he shakes his head. "You're still so pretty."

"Don't lie to me," you sniff and look at him now. 

Pietro laughs and then narrows his icy blue eyes. "I am not, Princezna (Princess) You're really the prettiest girl I have ever seen."

His words cause warmth in your stomach and your eyes flicker to his lips. You miss him. You want to kiss him so badly. You want him. 

Pietro senses this and as much as he wants this too, he can't now. One of his hands moves from your waist and insteadrests on your thigh as he rubs soothing circles into your skin with his thumb. "As much as I'd love to kiss you, you're drunk. We'll save that for later, hm?" he teases and instead kisses your cheek. 

Your heart flutters. Is this a good idea? Kissing him again? Because kissing leads to more and last time it had been more, you'd both messed up your relationship severely.

"I don't want to mess this up again," you tell him, your intoxication making you more honest. 

Pietro smiles. "I am still utterly in love with you, Y/n. Haven't been able to stop since we broke up. There is no more messing up for me. This is it," he whispers and looks into your eyes, meaning every word. 

"Why did we break up?" you whisper, even sober you wouldn't have been able to pinpoint why. You had just been two dumb kids. 

"I don't know," Pietro mirrors your thoughts. "But we shouldn't have."

You nod, chewing on your lip as you lean into him and his hand returns to your waist. As drunk as you are, you feel safe in his arms. 

"No, we really shouldn't have,"

tags: @tansgirlfriend, @brokeaesthetic, @sayitlikethecheese, @lqrlei, @princesssunderworld

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

The Truth of the Matter

A four part miniseries

@wonderland-girl143-blog @gregre369 @420-hun

Part One

Part Two

Robin poured over the book that Eddie had bought at the Flea Market. She was reading it rather intensely. She looked up at Eddie.

"You said you bought this at a Flea Market?" Robin asked.

"Actually, it was free. There was this woman selling only this. I thought it was strange, especially when she wouldn't sell it until I came up. She said, "This is for you," and gave it to me," Eddie said. "I tried going back the next weekend, but she was gone, and no one ever heard of her."

"That is. . .odd," Dustin said.

"Well, everything else is in English, but the spells are in Latin," Robin said.

"No, they were all in English. I read English," Eddie said.

"Uh, Eddie, you weren't speaking in English when you said the spell," Lucas said.

"I wasn't?" He asked.

"No," Dustin, Mike, and Lucas said.

"Why are you still glaring at me, Michael?" Robin asked. "I almost punched you, but I didn't. . . Anyway, it says here that only people with Wiccan blood can automatically translate the spells in their head and perform them."

"Wait, does this mean that I'm a witch?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah."

"Holy shit! This is the COOOLEST!" Eddie yelled.

"Hey, maybe you can use your powers to help Steve find his parents," Dustin said.

"Oh, shit, that's right. . .Harrington was kidnapped," Eddie winced and whirled around. "Sorry, man."

Steve had plopped down on Eddie's throne and leaned back against it as he crossed his legs. He was staring straight ahead, looking at nothing. Eddie tried to ignore how good he looked in that chair and also the fact that he wanted to untangle his legs to sit down in his lap. His face looked troubled, so Eddie easily pushed those thoughts away.

"You okay, man?" Eddie asked.

"Steve?" Robin asked.

"Shit! Robin, who's at the store?!" Steve asked, sitting up.

"I closed the store and hitched a ride with a customer. Keith is going to be pissed but I thought you were being murdered," Robin said. "Anyway, more important things to focus on here, babe. Are you okay?"

"Well, my parents aren't my parents, which I kind of always thought, but I didn't think they kidnapped me. Do you think they might have killed my real parents?" Steve asked.

"I don't know, but we're going to fucking find out because you look like a goddamn kicked puppy and the way you're inflating your eyes like that is killing me," Eddie said as he ripped the book out of Robin's hands.

"We're just going to ignore a lot of the secrets that Steve spilled, right?" Dustin asked.

"Even the sex dream about - " Lucas started to say.

"Yes, because that's my fucking sister and Will's brother!" Mike exclaimed.

"Ah, the sex dream. Did you mention the clown sitting in the corner watching while it made balloon animals?" Robin asked.

"No!" Steve scowled. "Fucking clowns."

"Did you really touch Steve’s dick?" Dustin asked Robin.

"Yes, and my lesbianism is still very much intact," Robin said. "Thank God."

"I thought we weren't going to talk about this!" Mike yelled.

"Mike's such a prude. He's afraid to talk about sex even though we're all sentient walking water bags made of sex and flesh," Dustin said.

"Okay. Now, you just made me uncomfortable. Never describe it like that again," Eddie said.

Dustin gave him a toothy grin, and he smiled softly before looking back at the book.

"What are we going to do if my parents are like dead or on the other side of the world?" Steve asked.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, Steve," Dustin said.

"You want to know, don't you?" Robin asked.

"Yeah. . .yeah, I guess," Steve said softly. "I guess it's the feeling that I don't know what to expect here that's overwhelming me. I'm trying not to get my hopes up for really good parents."

"That makes sense," Robin said softly. "I'm sure it'll work out."

"I can't believe Eddie's allowing you to sit in his chair," Mike said. "No one sits there except for him."

"It's cause he's pretty," Eddie said without looking up, and Steve giggled. "Hey, I found it! Steve, get your gorgeous ass in the circle and take off your shirt. Oh, you also need a blank piece of paper."

"Does it really need me to take off my shirt?" Steve asked.

"Yes it does," Eddie said seriously.

Dustin looked over his shoulder, frowned, and opened his mouth to say something. Eddie quickly put his arm around him and pulled his face to his chest, cooing at him. Steve looked doubtfully at him for a moment before getting up off the chair and pulling off his shirt. Dustin shoved Eddie away, scowling at him. Eddie grinned at Steve as he moved back into the circle with a sheet of paper. Eddie relit the candles and got the others to stand around Steve.

"Am I good?" Steve asked.

"Hold on, you need to be a little bit more even," Eddie frowned.

He placed his hands on Steve’s hips and moved him slightly.

"I think you're just finding any excuse to touch me," Steve smirked.

"Who? Me?" Eddie asked innocently.

"If I look in the book, it's not going to say I need to be shirtless, is it?" He asked.

Eddie smirked and moved his hands to Steve’s stomach. He dragged his fingertips up, moving softly over his skin. Steve shuddered. He rested his hands on his pecs for a moment before moving them to his shoulders.

"On your knees, big boy," Eddie said as he pushed him to his knees.

"I just want to remind you that there are children in the room, and one of them is me!" Robin yelled and Eddie jumped.

"What were we doing?" He asked as he blinked a lot.

"Oh my God! Finding Steve’s parents!" Dustin shrieked. "Have your way with our babysitter later!"

"You act like it's my fault!" Eddie exclaimed. "Tell Steve to stop being so pretty!"

"Steve! Stop it!"

"I can't help it! It just naturally happens," Steve smirked.

"Well, since you're not human, I guess you could say it's SUPERnatural," Robin said.

Robin and Steve giggled before high fiving each other. Dustin sighed.

"Steve, do you want to find your parents or not?" Dustin asked.

"Not if you're going to have that attitude," Steve scowled.

"It's his tone, right?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, let's get this done before our kid has a conniption," Steve said.

"He's really eager to meet his grandparents," Eddie cackled.

"Oh, now, you're in on the joke?" Dustin asked as Mike and Lucas laughed.

"Yeah," Steve and Eddie said.

Eddie opened the book and began to chant. The lights flickered, and the flames from the candles shot up in the air. Wind whipped around the room as Eddie continued to say the spell. Steve twitched and then shook before falling backward. He started shrieking in pain as the paper fell from his hands.

"Eddie! Stop! Stop! STOP! SOMETHING'S WRONG!" Lucas yelled.

Eddie stopped the chant, and as soon as he did, Steve stopped screaming.

"My back, my back. . .something's on my back," Steve said.

Eddie shut the book and rushed so quickly to get to him that he ended up sliding across the floor on his knees. He turned Steve over to find a painful looking rune flaring up in the middle of his back.

"What the fuck is that?" Mike asked.

Eddie opened the book and began flipping through the pages, cursing as he did so. Meanwhile, he had Steve’s head in his lap, blinking up at him.

"Okay, it says here that it's some sort of rune of protection. . . Against fae. . .you know, fairies. . .a witch placed it on you," Eddie said. "Well, that's fucked. . . No wonder your parents couldn't find you. . .well, let's see if we can't get this fucker off of you. . . Shit, I hope I can do this. . .it says I need to be related to the witch who placed the rune on you."

Eddie took one hand off the book and began stroking Steve’s hair. He muttered something, and the page turned. He did that quite a few times as he read.

"Eddie, what did you say to the book?" Mike asked.

"Oh, I said,"Turn the page." I guess I was speaking in Latin again," Eddie said.

"That's so cool," Dustin muttered.

"Okay. . .getting this rune off is going to hurt a lot. . .do you want to do this?" Eddie asked Steve.

"I'm used to a little pain. Bring it," Steve said.

"Okay, sit up," Eddie said and pulled a knife out of his pocket.

Steve sat up, putting himself on his knees again. Eddie sat behind him and muttered something else. The spellbook floated in front of him, and he opened the knife. Eddie sighed and hesitated before placing a kiss on Steve’s shoulders blade.

"Is that part of the spell?" Steve asked.

"No, it's just going to fucking hurt a lot. It's basically me cutting it out. . .so, yeah. . .sorry, so, so, so sorry," Eddie said.

He muttered another spell as he looked at the book and held the knife over a flame, letting it get hot. He chanted for a moment, and the flames flared up around the blade. Eddie hovered the blade above the rune and started to say the spell as he moved the knife as though he was actually cutting it off. Steve let out an inhuman shriek, his yells bouncing off the walls. The wind picked up, the flames grew higher, and the lights above them exploded as Eddie continued to chant. Tears rolled down Steve’s cheek as he threw his head back. Finally, Eddie stopped, and Steve collapsed in relief.

"Shit, that did hurt," Steve said, and he paused when he didn't get a response. "Eddie?"

Steve turned around and found Eddie still sitting on his knees. Blood was pouring out of his nose. He swayed and fell backward. Steve moved over to him and cradled him in his arms.

"Eddie?" He asked.

"There was a suggestion in the book to not overdo it. I was just like. . .fuck it, I can do it. I'm fine, I'm fine. . .I just need someone's lips on mine," Eddie said and closed his eyes, puckering his lips.

"Alright, I'll just go find Principal Higgins, shall I?" Dustin asked, peering over Steve’s shoulder.

"I'm up, I'm up!" Eddie sat up quickly. "Oh, too fast! Sleepy. . ."

He pressed his cheek against Steve’s chest and closed his eyes again. His snores filled the room.

"I guess we'll take him back to my place," Steve said and picked him up.

Robin pulled out a tissue and wiped Eddie's nose.

"Hey, Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Your tits are still out, you slut."

"Right. Thanks, Robin."

When Eddie woke up, he found himself in a very ugly room. Plaid walls, plaid curtains, plaid sheets. . .Eddie screamed. He screamed louder at the single car poster hanging on the wall. . .it was all so sad. Steve burst into the room, wielding a bat with nails.

"Steve, where the hell am I?" Eddie asked.

"My house and my room," Steve said.

"Oh my God, this is your room? This is hell, Steve," Eddie said in horror.

"Well, my parents like everything neat," Steve said.

"You mean, your kidnappers," Eddie corrected.

"Right," Steve frowned. "Come on, let's get something in you."

"Hell yeah!" Eddie exclaimed and started unbuttoning his pants.

"What are you doing? I was talking about food. There's pizza downstairs," Steve said.

"Yeah, that's what I was talking about," Eddie said quickly. "I was just unbuttoning them to make room for the pizza."

"Right," Steve smirked. "As much as I would love to do that with you, some secrets should remain secret. I do not want the kids to know that I'm a screamer. Let's go, sweet cheeks."

Steve slapped his ass and Eddie cursed.

"I hate you!"

"No, you don't!"

Dustin immediately threw his arms around Eddie the minute he walked into the kitchen. Steve smiled softly at the sight of them and ruffled his hair.

"You scared the shit out of us, man," Dustin said. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Just needed some rest," Eddie grinned. "What time is it?"

"Almost midnight. Are you going to do the location spell again?" Mike asked.

"He just woke up, Mike. Let's get some food in him first," Steve sighed.

"After I eat," Eddie said, snapping his fingers at him.

Sitting down to eat, Eddie spent the majority of the meal laughing with the kids and playing with what he thought was Steve’s leg under the table. It had been Robin's.

"You could have told me!" Eddie hissed.

"Then it wouldn't have been funny," Robin replied.

They gathered in the living room and pushed the furniture out of the way to create the circle. Eddie knelt in front of Steve this time, the book floating beside them, and the piece of paper on the floor.

"You don't have to do this, you know," Steve said.

"I kind of do. . .I judged you harshly before. . .because you're a jock and because of the assholes who's bothered us in the past. I used to think that since you had a big house and a fancy car that you had it easy. I used to mock you mercilessly in Hellfire, and that wasn't right of me to do that," Eddie said. "Not all jocks are bad."

"Well, no one is perfect," Steve said. "This is a lot even for all of that. Thank you, you're a good man."

"I mean, so are you," Eddie said, blushing. "I'm still an asshole though."

"Yeah, that's true," Steve said with a grin.

Steve cupped the back of his neck and pulled him for a kiss. It was short and sweet. When Steve pulled away, Eddie let out a soft giggle.

"I am loving this," Dustin grinned and then frowned. "But also, gross."

"Yeah, kids never like it when their parents kiss," Robin said, and Dustin sighed loudly.

Grinning, Eddie performed the spells without any problems. Words appeared on the paper. One of them was an address in Indianapolis, and one of them was a plot number for the cemetery in Hawkins.

"Well, shit, I guess one of my parents is dead," Steve frowned.

"Sorry, Steve," Dustin said quietly.

"We don't have to do it tonight, but we can check out the cemetery whenever you want to," Robin said.

"I'm curious now, and at least, I'll get one answer tonight," Steve said. "Although, going at night seems like a bad idea."

"Don't be a chicken shit, Steve, let's do it," Dustin grinned.

So, now, here they were. . .at night. . .in a fucking graveyard. They had flashlights, and Steve made sure to bring his trusty bat. Meanwhile, Robin made sure to bring a thermos full of hot cocoa that she was currently sharing with the boys in front of them. Eddie was walking beside Steve, swinging his arms and letting his hand brush up against Steve’s.

"So, was that kiss just a one-time thing, or are you planning on doing it again?" Eddie asked.

"I definitely want to do it again. . . Would that be okay?" Steve asked.

"Definitely," Eddie grinned and then paused. "You said back in the drama room that you'd always be in love with Nancy Wheeler."

"Well, yeah, a part of me, anyways. There's just so much history there, and she's just so. . . Nancy. She's beautiful, and she cares so much about people. She's willing to put it all on the line for her friends and for her family. She's the bravest person that I have ever met. I don't regret falling in love with her. . . But I regret that I didn't get to know her best friend and I wish I could have been there for her when she needed me the most. I know what happened to Barb wasn't our fault, but I still can't help feeling guilty. I think there's always going to be that connection between us," Steve said.

"I know that Barb died, and she was Wheeler's best friend, but isn't it that Brenner's guys fault? The one Dustin told me about?" Eddie asked. "Why would you feel guilty?"

"Well, it was the first time that Nancy and I had sex together. While that was going on in my house, Barb was being dragged into the Upside Down and . . . Well, you know. . ." Steve said.

"Holy fucking shit. . .yeah, I could see how that could mess you both up," Eddie said.

"Yeah. . .it's pathetic, I know. . ." Steve said.

"No, man, it's not. You're not pining after her, you love her, and you accept the fact that you're not going to be together. I can see why either of you would want to hold onto the good parts of your relationship. You all have been through so much shit and if you guys can come through it all while still having love in your hearts. . . It's amazing," Eddie said.

"Yeah," Steve smiled and paused. "Have you ever been in love?"

"I've come close. I think at the time, we both had stars in our eyes, and all we saw when we looked at each other were plane tickets out of town. In the end, I couldn't leave town, but she could have, and after everything she did for me, I couldn't go with her. I wish I had done it better, but yeah, I pushed her away so she wouldn't come back," Eddie said.

"Damn, you white fanged her?" Steve asked.

"I mean, I guess you could call it that," Eddie said. "You know White Fang?"

"Yeah, it's not my favorite," he said and paused. "I wish things had gone better with. . ."

"Paige," Eddie said.

"Paige," Steve said.

"I wish things had gone better with Nancy," Eddie replied.

"Yeah," he said softly.

"You like women, too?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," he replied. "It took me a while to realize that I liked men at all or that I was even flirting with them. According to my best friend, Ronnie, it's not exactly very straight of me to go on rants about jocks' sweaty muscles."

"Was I in one of those rants?" Steve asked as he stopped and turned to Eddie.

He pulled Eddie into his arms, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"You were very prominent," Eddie said bashfully.

"Maybe you didn't hate me at all," Steve said, his eyes twinkling. "Maybe you just had a type."

Eddie kissed him, and Steve smiled against his lips. Eddie wrapped his arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss, moaning into his mouth.

"REALLY ROMANTIC, STEVE, MAKING OUT IN A GRAVEYARD!" Dustin yelled. "YOU'RE KISSING OVER DEAD PEOPLE!"

Eddie growled as he broke the kiss and Steve bit his lip to keep from laughing.

"NO ONE IS SUPPOSE TO KNOW WE'RE HERE BUT IF YOU KEEP YELLING LIKE THAT THEY'RE GOING TO. . .BUTTHEAD!" Eddie yelled back at him.

"FOUND IT!" Lucas yelled.

"I don't think they understand the word subtle," Steve sighed. "Although, neither do you, so they're definitely yours."

"Were there doubts?" Eddie asked with a dramatic gasp.

Steve smiled softly at him, grabbed his hand, and laced their fingers together before pulling him in the direction of the kids. When they got to them, Robin and the kids were whispering together.

"There's no fucking way!" Mike exclaimed. "He never had kids!"

"That you know of. I imagine that it was probably painful to talk about your son getting kidnapped and being unable to find him in your own hometown," Dustin said.

"What? What is it?" Steve asked.

"Are we even sure it's the right plot?" Mike asked.

"Yes!" Dustin and Lucas exclaimed.

Steve moved towards the gravestone and shined his flashlight on it.

BOB NEWBY

SUPERHERO

Part Three

[supernaturalgirl20]

I don't know if you are taking requests and I'm sorry if you aren't (feel free to ignore this message if you like), but I would like to ask something like the reader meeting Sarah for the first time. Joel talked to her about the reader and she doesn't know how to feel on a first date because she is the first woman Joel introduces her to. Thank you for your attention and I love your writing <3

Thank you so much, you're so sweet. 🥰🥰Love this idea nonnie. I hope you enjoy. 😉

Head Over Heels

Pairings: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, PinV sex, breeding kink, talks about the future, cursing, fluff, meeting Sarah for first time, admission of feelings.

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

You could get used to this. 

Sitting on the couch, cosying up to Joel as you both watch one of his favourite movies. You weren’t sure what exactly he’d thrown on and to be honest you didn’t care. All that mattered was that you were both together. 

“Not fallin’ asleep are ya darlin’?” He asked, the rumble of his voice stirring you from where you were nestled on his chest. 

“Would I ever?” You teased and his fingers moved up over your hip to pinch your ass. A small yelp passed your lips, and he couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Oh, you are in for it now, Miller,” you laugh as you sit back and glide your hands under his arms, tickling him.  He wriggles beneath you as he laughs hysterically. 

“Stop…please…” he begs as he continues to laugh. “I’m beggin’ ya…. please darlin’.”

You pull your hands from under his arms and let them slide down his torso. His gaze meets yours and you suck in a breath at the way he’s staring at you. Like you're the only thing that matters in the world. Obviously, you know that’s not true, Sarah is his priority but maybe you’re a close second? 

“I love you, baby,” he breathes out and you swear your heart has stopped. He loves you. It’s the first time he’s ever said those words in the eleven months you’ve been dating. 

Of course, you’d hoped he felt that way, had even suspected it from the way he treats you but to actually hear those words fall from his lips, it was like you’d died and gone to heaven. 

“I-I love you too, I…”

“I want you to meet Sarah,” the words had fallen from his lips so fast your heart stuttered. “What?!” You gasp. 

He takes your hands in his and rubs his thumb against your skin soothingly. “We’ve been…. I mean we’re together a year next week and I….I love you so fuckin’ much baby and I want to introduce you to my baby girl. What d’ya say?” 

His eyes shift between your own waiting for an answer but all you can think about is how your heart is going to burst from your chest. “You said you don’t introduce women to her, that you’d only do it if…. if it meant something…. I….”

You bite your lip, and you look at him with a smile on your face. You can feel your skin heating and when he places his hand on your cheek, you release a breath.

“I did say that, and it’s true. I’ve never introduced anyone to her before, never wanted to. Baby, I’m madly in love with you and I want the two most important people in my life to meet.” 

His brown eyes are gazing at you as if you held all the answers to the questions in the universe, as if he could see straight into your soul. A sob escapes your plush lips as a single tear runs down along your cheek. “Yeah, ok. Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?” He asks, his voice low as he beams down at you. You nod and then his lips are on yours in a searing kiss. “We’ll have dinner over at mine next weekend. I’ll cook. Now,” he says as he slouches back on the couch, pulling you with him. “Let’s finish the movie.”

***

Sitting at the table eating breakfast, Joel plays with the food on his plate. He’s nervous. He wants to introduce you to Sarah, to have her meet you because he feels it deep in his bones that you're his one. 

“What’s going on?” The sound of his daughter's voice startles him from his thoughts, and he turns to look at her. “Hmm?” 

“I said, what’s going on? You seem distracted this mornin’.” She places her knife and fork on the table and turns in her chair to face him. 

“How’d you know somethin’s going on?” He asks as he takes a gulp from his coffee mug. Sarah raises her eyebrow at him. 

“Alright. Ok, you win. I’ve been seein’ someone.” He chances a look at his daughter to gauge her reaction only to find her smiling at him. “What?” He asks. 

“You honestly thought I didn’t know? You’re not very subtle dad.”

“What are ya talkin’ bout. I’m subtle.” Sarah laughs as she places a hand on his arm. “Yeah. Subtle as a sledgehammer more like.”

“Hey now, I can be subtle.”

“Hmm Hmm. Whatever you say, dad.”

“Anyway, as I was sayin’, I’ve been seein’ someone, and I want to introduce her to you. She’s uh, she’s…I really like her. Hell, I love her and I think it’s about time you two meet. What d’ya say?”

Sarah stares at him and he can see she’s having a battle inside her head. “It’s alright. Forget I said anythin’.” He continues to eat his breakfast when Sarah touches his arm again. 

“Dad, I’m sorry. Don’t mind me. I’m just- it’s just you’ve never brought anyone home before and I’m worried.”

“Hey now, what are you worried about baby girl?” He holds her hand, rubbing it with his thumb soothingly. 

“What if she doesn’t like me? Or she pretends to and then once she moves in here with us decides she doesn’t want me here.” Sarah rambles and Joel can’t help but smile. 

“Baby girl, you know you are always gonna be my number one. Ain’t no one ever gonna change that, ok? If you meet her and it doesn’t work out or you don’t like her, then I’ll end it.” 

Joel’s heart clenches at the thought of ending it with you. It would break his fucking heart but if you and Sarah don’t get along, then that’s what’s gonna happen. Even if it kills him. 

“Ok. When were you thinkin’?” She asks as she pulls her hand from Joel’s and continues to eat breakfast. 

“This weekend. Was hoping to have her come here and I’ll cook dinner for us all.” 

“You’re gonna cook? This I gotta see,” she says with a laugh. 

“Hey,” he nudges her with his elbow, a playful smile on his face. “I can cook.”

“Yep. Sure you can.” Sarah stands dropping her plate in the sink before making her way back upstairs. 

Joel sits back in his chair and rubs his hand down his face. “Fuck. I can’t cook for shit.” What the hell was he gonna do? 

***

You were nervous, fiddling with the strap of your bag as you pushed the doorbell and waited with bated breath. 

Not two minutes later, Joel was opening the door with a huge smile on his face as his eyes took you in. “Damn, baby. You look fuckin’ hot in that dress.”

He leans in, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you close as kisses you softly. “It’s not too much?” You ask nervously.

He shakes his head. “It’s perfect, baby.” He smiles down at you as he closes the door behind you and just when he’s about to lean in and kiss you again, the sound of the fire alarm blaring startles you both. 

“Shit.” He curses before running off towards the kitchen. You stare after him with a smile on your face and then a creak on the stairs has you turning your head. 

“I told you to order take out. Better hope you can salvage it before…. oh,” the girl says a little startled and you can only assume from how closely she resembles Joel, that this is Sarah. 

“Hi,” you say with a wave of your hand. “I’m Y/N, you must be Sarah. I’ve heard so much about you, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

She stands still with her eyes trained on you and you can feel anxiety begin to bubble inside you. Oh shit. She hates me already. 

Suddenly she’s making her way down the stairs towards you with a shy smile on her face. “Hi. It’s nice to meet you too. Dads been a nervous wreck all day.”

“I can imagine.” The sound of pots banging and a slew of curses coming from the kitchen draws both your attention and you turn to face each other before bursting into laughter. 

“Think maybe we should go help him out. What d’ya say?” You ask, eyes shining brightly at the girl you hope will one day become your step daughter. 

“Most definitely. I told him not to cook, he’s never been overly good at it but he insisted. Think he wanted to make a good impression on you.”

“I don’t know why, I’m already madly in love with him,” you blurt out and when Sarah stops in her tracks you worry you’ve said the wrong thing. 

“You love him?” She asks, a hint of hope in her voice. 

You nod your head sheepishly. “I do. If

I’m being honest, I’ve been in love with him from the first date.” Sarah doesn’t say anything as she turns away from you, but you catch the smile on her face. 

“We’re here to help,” you say as you walk into the kitchen, Sarah standing beside you. His eyes meet yours and you want to laugh at how adorable and flustered he looks. 

“I-I don’t know what happened…” he huffs out a frustrated breath and pinches the bridge of his nose. 

“Oh god it’s really bad, he only does that when he’s really stressed,”’you whisper to Sarah and she nods in agreement, the faint hint of a smile on her face. 

“How about I cook us something?” You ask as you move towards him, reaching out and wrapping your arms around his waist. “I can’t ask you to do that. I said I’d cook for us.” 

“I know, but I don’t mind, baby,” you say softly as you run your fingers through his hair. He releases a contented sigh and closes his eyes at the feeling of your fingers in his hair. 

“If you’re sure?” He looks down at you with eyes full of love and gratitude. “Positive.”

“Can I help?” You turn to find Sarah staring at you both with a huge smile on her face. “Sure,” you say as you pull away from Joel and slap him on the ass. 

“Why don’t you set the table and we’ll cook something up.” He raises his eyebrow at you, a cheeky smirk on his face. “You’re gonna regret that later, baby,” he whispers in your ear before turning and making his way to the table. 

“Ok,” you say, clapping your hands together as you look around at the mess. “First things first, let’s clean up your dads mess and then we can see what is left to work with.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Sarah says as she empties the burnt pot into the bin.” 

***

Joel takes a seat at the table, watching as you and Sarah work together to make dinner and he can’t help the smile that spreads across his face.

His heart swells as he watches the two of you laughing and joking, both getting on like a house on fire, something he had been so nervous about since he met you. Wondering if the both of you would get along. Hoping you would because he didn’t know if he had the strength to keep his promise to Sarah, to break up with you if things didn’t work out tonight. 

As far as he was concerned, you were the love of his life. The woman he was going to marry and start a family with. The woman he was going to grow old with. He’d even bought the ring. Hidden away in his sock drawer waiting for the perfect moment. 

“Dinners up,” you shout startling him from his thoughts and he sits up smiling as you carry over the plates of food. 

Sarah joins you both at the table and turns to her dad with a smile. “We made a stir fry. Y/N used the steak that was left, and we found some veg in the fridge.”

“Well, it smells delicious. Thank you.” He beams as he reaches across the table to pull Sarah into a tight hug. 

You smile at them and your heart flutters at how much they love each other. Joel is such a great dad. You hope that Sarah has warmed to you, and that Joel might consider settling down with you. 

Everything is riding on tonight. You can just feel it in your bones. Joel had told you before that if Sarah didn’t get along with the woman in his life that the relationship would have to end. God, you don’t want it to end. 

“That was amazing,” Sarah says as she finishes off her food. “You are an amazing cook, Y/N. Maybe you could teach my dad some simple dishes, or better yet, you could come live with us and then I’d always have nice meals all the time.” She says with a laugh but stops abruptly once she realises what she’s said. 

Her eyes drift to Joel but she finds him staring at you with googly eyes, a happy contented smile on his face as he holds your hand in his. She knows at that moment that she could never ask her dad to give you up, not that she had planned to anyway. You were amazing and perfect for him. 

***

“I really like her,” Sarah whispers as you grab the popcorn from the microwave. Joel’s gaze drifts from her to you and back again. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. She’s amazing, dad. I feel silly now for ever being worried. I’ve only known her a few hours and I know already that she’d never come between us or want rid of me. If you ever want her to move in, I’d be ok with it.” She shrugs her shoulders and Joel smiles down at her as he squeezes her shoulder. 

“Ok. I’m ready. Let’s turn it on,” you say as you sit back on the couch and snuggle into Joel’s side. “Don’t you two fall asleep now, ya hear?” 

“We won’t,” you say in unison as you wink over at Sarah who’s curled into Joel’s other side. Within ten minutes you hear soft snores coming from the other side of the couch and you lift your head to find Sarah fast asleep on her dad. 

“Every time. Are my movies that borin’?” He tilts his head in your direction, his fingers running along the length of your arm. “Maybe just a little,” you tease. 

Sitting up he leans in and kisses you softly on the lips. “I’m gonna lift her up to bed and then I'll be back, ok?” You nod at him as he stands and gently lifts Sarah into his arms. 

“Be down in a second.” You smile at him as he walks towards the stairs carrying Sarah close to his chest. Maybe I should get going, you think to yourself as you begin to tidy up. 

“Hey, what are ya doin’ baby?” He asks as he walks up to you in the kitchen, arms winding around your waist. 

“Just tidying up before I go.” His eyes drift from yours to your lips and back again. “Was thinkin’ maybe you could stay, ya know, the night.”

“You askin’ me to sleep with you Miller?” You tease, running your finger along the seam of his bottom lip. 

“I am. So, what d’ya say baby? Want to stay over and sleep in my bed tonight?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and you can’t help the laugh that escapes past your lips. 

“I would love to be in your bed tonight baby. So, we gonna go now or do you wanna fuck me right here?” 

He groans loudly into your neck as his lips kiss a trail along your skin. “As much as I love the sound of that, I don’t think my back would let me.”

“You’re not that old, Joel.” You gasp as his teeth bite into your neck, a wave of slick pooling in your panties. 

“Old enough, baby. Now, I need to get you to my bed because I need to be inside you.” He pulls back and places his hands on either side of your cheeks as he pulls you into a searing kiss. 

Grabbing your hand, he leads you towards his room as quietly as he can. Once he has you inside, he quickly closes and locks the door before pulling you against him, kissing you passionately as he walks you back towards his bed. 

His hands pull and grab as he quickly removes both your clothes before laying you back on his bed. His lips leave a trail of kisses along the skin of your thigh and it’s clear what his intentions are, but you don’t have time for that, not with how horny you are.

“Joel, please. Not tonight, I need you, now,” you plead as you pull him close, his body flush with yours as he nestles himself between your thighs. 

“You sure, baby?” He asks as he runs the tip of his cock along your slick. You nod frantically because you’re unable to speak. 

“Need you to say it baby.” 

“Please Joel, I need you inside me. Just fuck me already…. oh god,” you gasp as he rolls his hips, sheathing himself inside you. His hand comes to cover your mouth as he stares down at you with lust blown eyes. 

“Gotta be quiet, baby. Don't want to wake Sarah.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continues to thrust into you, the thick length of his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re so damn tight…. made for me….so good….god I love you,” he groans as his grip on your hips tightens. 

He can feel your cunt flutter around him, and he knows you’re about to come so he kisses you roughly, swallowing your moans. 

“Oh god…. Joel…. fuck,” you breathe raggedly as he begins to pick up the pace.

“Fuck baby…. I’m close…..I’m gonna…..can I-can I cum inside you….please…” he begs, practically feral at the thought of spilling inside you and watching you grow round with his baby. 

“Inside…fuck…. cum inside, please. I want it Joel…want you to fill me up…”

He groans into the curve of your neck as he thrust once more before he spills inside. He slumps on top of you and you both stay like that for a little while. 

His head resting on your chest and your fingers running through his hair until you can feel the weight of sleep take hold.

 “M’just gonna get somethin’ to clean you up baby. Be right back,” he says as he pulls out of you, kissing you softly before he hops off the bed and grabs a washcloth.

 He’s gentle with his touch as he cleans you up, and then he’s handing you one of his t-shirts to sleep in. “Thanks baby,” you say softly, throwing it on and snuggling under the duvet. 

Joel throws on  pyjama bottoms and slips into bed behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. 

“Think it’s safe to say that Sarah likes you, baby,” Joel whispers into the shell of your ear. 

“Well, I really like her. She’s amazing, Joel. You did a great job with her. You should be so proud of yourself because it’s not easy.” 

He’s quiet. And you worry you’ve offended him somehow until his grip on you tightens. “I love you so much baby. You’re it for me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, baby. Just me, you, and Sarah.”

“You can’t forget about Tommy,” you tease, and he pulls your face towards him, kissing you softly. “Couldn’t forget about him, even if we tried. And maybe…. maybe we could have a baby of our own. Ya know…if you want of course, I’m just sayin’ it would be ....”

You turn in his arms and quieten him with your lips. “I’d love to have a baby with you, Miller.”

“Yeah?” His expression is soft, and you honestly can’t believe that this man is so perfect, and that he’s completely yours. 

“Yeah. Our own little family of four. And Tommy.” 

“Sounds like heaven.” He whispers as he snuggles closer. After a few minutes you hear his breathing even out and you thank whatever god brought him into your life. 

“Sounds like heaven indeed."

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[deonsx]

Good Girl For Them

Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor

Content: obscene speech

Dazai Osamu

You wanted him at work You wanted him at home you wanted him everywhere but he wasn't interested in you these days you knew what a serious guy he was at work

If it's a really serious business, you can never stop him, but it's been going on like this for 1 month, he doesn't take care of you, sometimes you even suspect that he's coming home, he sleeps at work or comes home for 2-3 hours

There's nothing he can't do in his job. A mission was more valuable than his own life. You tried to talk to him, but he promised you to pick up where he left off after his mission

But you really didn't like to put up with it, you were going to sleep alone tonight like any other night. But tonight you were feeling horny just like any other night, the only difference was you didn't want to deprive yourself

You wanted to touch yourself but you hesitated but you really started thinking about him you closed your eyes slowly undressed..everything was normal until you moaned his name "osamu..hah" you sighed your fingers went deep until you heard that voice

"So that's how you satisfy yourself while I'm gone, bella”

Your eyes widened at the sound you heard and I quickly sat up, "Osamu? It's not like that-" Osamu put his hand in his hair and scratched his face with a slight anger, "If that's what you want"

You couldn't speak, and he sat down slowly on the coffee table across the bed "Hm? What's the matter sweetie"

He was looking at you as if he was expecting something, you swallowed...you got out of bed and knelt in front of him "So cute" Your hands went to her pants and you unzipped them

“You're a good girl, aren't you?"

Chuuya Nakahara

You were working in your office and your boyfriend was front of your desk, and next to you was a boy who had just joined the team

You were all reviewing and organizing the documents the Boss gave, but you talked a little too much with the boy next to you and you got chuuya's full attention

The boy bent down in your ear to tell you something, suddenly the table slammed into the floor hard "what the hell are you talking to my woman?" looking at the boy, chuuya asked

The boy didn't answer and you didn't talk he just told you something about work and it made your boyfriend suddenly angry but you didn't find him wrong so you kept your silence

"We're leaving! We're done here for today, but you'll take care of the files for us" He made fun of him and grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you out of the office

He quickly pulled you into a corner. "Why are you letting him talk to you? Or does he have something that I don't?" he asked in a serious and slightly elevated tone

You laughed at his angry face "my love it's not possible she told me something about work it would be silly to look at another man than you"

He grinned at you, "So that's it… will you do whatever I say?" You nodded your head yes

“kneel my love”

Fyodor Dostoyevski

These days, you didn't even have time to stop by the house where the two of you live together, you were constantly going on missions

You were secretly working in the Agency to spy, for Fyodor and you couldn't find the time for her these days, but you didn't care, you wanted to give her important information and show her your worth

You were in one of those duties again and you were talking to the people in the agency, at that moment you felt a sense of being watched, but you thought it was not that important and continued the conversations

When it was evening, you finally came back to your house, your eyes were light sleepy, you saw him, you wanted to give the information as soon as possible and increase his confidence in you, in fact, you were doing everything for him

When you got home you saw your boyfriend Fyodor waiting in the dark "oh? didn't you sleep? I brought you good information" your voice rang with joy but no sound was heard from him

"Fyodor? What's the matter? Was there a leak in one of the missions—" he interrupted. "You think everything in my life is a mission?" You are stunned "I chose you as my girlfriend but you are not here even at night my dear?"

You didn't know what to say "I do everything for you... aren't you ?" your hair fell in front of your eyes, the man's eyes shone in the moonlight and he looked at you

"To happy me? Do you really want that?" You nodded but you thought to yourself did you really do all this to him but didn't he want it all this time? You looked forward to what he was going to tell you. Another mission? Or Assassination?

“Show me your Skills and kneel under the table”

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[zeroeightzeroone]

overthinking - han jisung

love collection

genre: hurt/comfort

pairings: fem!reader (infp) x han jisung (istp)

synopsis: thinking too much about thinking less only leads to more thinking.

warnings: none

wc 1.7k+ | moodboard

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the boys were grateful for the opportunity to squeeze in a couple of days off into their busy schedules.

the news of this opportunity came with pre-made plans with friends and family. fitting in enough time for their loved ones whilst also getting the time to relax by yourself. on days off, some of the boys liked to stick to some kind of schedule to have structure to their free days. on the other hand, jisung preferred for his free days to be exactly that, free.

he didn't want to have to follow a schedule on a day when he could be laid back and relaxed. if jisung wanted to do something, he would do it in that moment instead of planning. of course, there are exceptions to that but jisung wanted the freedom to just go with the flow during his off days, free from the restraints of a schedule.

someone who understands that just as well as he does is you.

you found schedules to be somewhat suffocating; preferring to have the flexibility and freedom to choose how to go about your day, instead of following a rigid schedule. along with the preference for flexibility, you tended to also be the kind of person to overthink a bit too much about.… everything.

usually, a strict schedule included pre-made plans made with friends, family, coworkers and such; made when the current feelings aligned with said plans. although, more often than not, the emotions the day of don't line up with that excitement and drive that had initially been there. when that rolls around, how does one go about attending an event they aren't in the mood for? you had two options:

1. suck up all your emotions and go, even if you'll be drained the whole time 

2. cancel the day of, potentially hurting or upsetting the person you had plans with

maybe it's due to how much you overthought but both options seemed equally as bad. all the what-if questions filling your head, a never-ending panel of hypotheticals. thus, you preferred spontaneity, diving into something right when the emotions align.

when jisung asked you to be his girlfriend, it wasn't something he pre-planned, scheduling the perfect scenario to ask you in. the atmosphere at the time, the way he felt physically and emotionally around you, the thoughts that ran through his head just aligned and jisung thought right then, it's the perfect moment to ask.

of course, both of you understood the need for a schedule and for some kind of structure to be able to progress on busy days, but today isn't one of those days. you both wanted that opportunity to breathe, free from the suffocating schedules and have that flexibility to just do whatever you wanted.

today, that consisted of the couple hanging out inside the dorm, sitting on the couch as the television played random things across from your seats. clad in one of jisung's hoodies and a pair of sweatpants, you're cuddled up against his side, arms wrapped around the boy's body and basking in his warmth. jisung has one arm slung around his shoulders, holding you close while his other arm is occupied by his hand holding his phone.

sure, spending your days off together at the dorm isn't the most romantic thing but it's the easier, safer option. if you two did want to leave the dorms, the security and management team were there to assist and ensure that was done safely and inconspicuously. the most important thing in your mind is to be able to spend time with jisung.

you wanted to cherish the limited opportunities you were able to see your boyfriend. no matter what.

just being around jisung sent a wave of comfort through your body, even the moments of silence were comforting. the immense comfort had you zoning out when the next video began to auto-play, the moment you came back to your senses you were flooded with questions.

do you know what the video is about? somewhat. do you understand what you're watching? not at all. are you too comfortable, huddled up into a ball at your boyfriend's side, and too lazy to choose a new video? absolutely.

your eyelids flutter as you take your attention away from the television screen, tilting your head and moving your gaze to jisung's phone.

"j.one," you chirp, leaning against his arm. he turns his head in your direction, cocking an eyebrow at you at the sudden mention of his rap name, "hm?"

"hm?" he repeats but in an exaggerated manner, "j.one?"

you nod with an amused smile on your lips. jisung's eyes narrow as he scans over your face.

"interesting."

"what's wrong?"

he shakes his head, "there's nothing wrong. you only call me j.one when you're in a hyper, mischievous kind of mood."

he scans over your face again.

"that is not the vibe right now," jisung cranes his neck forward, "what's going on up there?"

"just my love for you, j.one."

"you're cheesy," he comments and your tongue darts out with a glare, jisung doing the same expression back at you.

you nuzzle into his side and jisung chuckles as he pulls you impossibly closer to him. a deep sigh leaves his lips at the feeling of your body next to his, a chaste kiss pressed to the crown of your head.

"how are you feeling?" you ask softly.

at that jisung hums in response, "all of a sudden?"

you shrug, "i just want to check in."

jisung hums once again with a nod.

"just lately, how have you been feeling?"

jisung's right hand moves and fiddles around with your hair, his eyes scanning over the distance as he ponders your question for a bit.

"i've been okay," he shrugs.

"mhmm…" 

"i mean, obviously i get stressed from time to time but… i don't know, there's nothing new or alarming i've picked up on," jisung hums before continuing, "it's a job, it's bound to be stressful at times."

"i know… i just wanna make sure you're taking care of yourself," you say as your pointer finger traces shapes on your boyfriend's thigh, "focusing on yourself sometimes."

"i'm focusing on my job," jisung shrugs.

"that's not what i meant," you shake your head, "i mean… your well-being, like taking a break?"

jisung nods his head, "i'll try."

"ji baby," your tone is the slightest bit more concerned.

"i do try, things get busy and it slips my mind," his tone comes off more stern than earlier, "i've been fine though."

"okay, just… take care of yourself, relax once in a while."

jisung nods his head in acknowledgement. his mind sitting with the, in his opinion, more rational option; taking a break in the middle of an unfinished project didn't register as relaxation, instead, he saw that break time as time that could've been used to be one step closer to the end goal. 

"there's not always time, projects build up and deadlines cut close. the time to relax comes when the job is done."

with that, you're nodding slowly, with no further comments coming from your end.

oftentimes, when jisung stated his thoughts and opinions, which were more objective than your own, it came off as direct; his statement being the period to the conversation. jisung's intention is always to communicate his thoughts and feelings honestly, which he does and you wholeheartedly appreciate your boyfriend's honesty and communicative skills. his direct tone is the cause of the frown adorning your lips, his tone rubbing you the wrong way.

being with jisung for as long as you have, you know he didn't intend to cause any friction that came with his tone. of course, you knew that fully well, but you couldn't help but feel down at his frank, blunt tone. it's moments like this where you purse your lips, shut your eyes and ask yourself why you're so sensitive, why you overthink the slightest change in tone when you know everything is fine. you continue to trace random shapes on jisung's thigh, hoping you can push your overthinking to the back of your mind before he notices.

but this is your boyfriend we're talking about, sometimes he knew you better than you knew yourself. 

a few moments pass when it registers in jisung's mind that you hadn't replied, causing him to rewind the events; trying to pinpoint the cause. it comes with his lips parting in the shape of an 'o' whilst his brows raise, his phone being placed down on the couch next to him as he uses his left hand to cup your cheek. the sudden gesture has your eyes widening, angling your face up towards him.

"i didn't mean for it to come off like that," he says softly, caressing your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb, "the dismissive tone and all."

you shake your head, "no… no, don't worry. it's just me. i'm—"

this time he's shaking his head, "no, don't start with that."

jisung's eyes are stern as they bore into your own.

"that's just how my brain is wired," jisung says playfully, a phrase you've uttered to him before.

your lips mouth, "it's true."

he chuckles, "which is why i know you're overthinking about it right now."

you blink as your cheeks heat up, he knows you too well.

"so, i want to reassure you."

your lips part to tell him he doesn't have to do that, that it was just a minor thing but jisung places a soft kiss on your forehead. the feeling of his lips has the words disappearing as your eyes flutter closed.

"thank you, baby," his lips brush against your skin as he speaks, a small hum coming from you, "thank you for checking in on me, for taking care of me when it slips my mind. for reminding me to take a step back and breathe."

your intrusive thoughts are at bay as you focus on the man sitting across from you, holding your face in his hands so gently as he pushes those thoughts away with his words. prompting a long, drawn-out sigh of contentment.

"you know i appreciate you, right love?"

you nod, "i appreciate you too, ji."

"i don't know what i'd do without you," another kiss to your forehead, "you are my heart, you know?"

[starleavess]

it's honestly kind of crazy how much of dave's behavior you can compare to a dog's. he's lonely -- he lost henry. he's been abandoned -- by henry dying; he's lost the only person who he considered family before jack. he's hurt -- because of henry and his past, even if he doesn't fully realize that. one of dave's first reactions to rejection and abandonment is sadness. when you decline his offer of murdering children in dsaf 1 is an exception, as it's simply an invitation for jack to 'hang out' with him. one of their first interactions in the trilogy is him suggesting they kill kids to get out of this place that jack got hired at like 5 minutes ago. and... that's quite literally all he knows. he was never taught normal things, he was never taught how to play with other kids or how to talk to people or how to do normal, fun activities. he was taught how to take lives instead. he was taught what to do so that things would go his way, even if he doesn't often use that ability to benefit himself. his number one priority seems to be jack, now that henry isn't around anymore. he focuses solely on him, and if he's going to make fazbenders go down, dave'll help him along the way. he considers jack his family, his partner, his second half. he is forced to love the people he considers close unconditionally on top of everything he does, because that's what he was taught to do. it became his instinct, much like a dog's. his instinct, which he couldn't ignore in the end, nor disobey. henry was the one who forcefully drilled that mindset into his brain through all of the abuse he made him go through and how he kept on treating him when he was younger. dave didn't know he was being manipulated nor used and therefore he thought that this was love. if he wants to be loved, he has to obey. if there isn't anything you can compare something to, how can you know it's right? how could he know what love was if he never truly experienced it?

in the bad ending of dsaf 3, he doesn't push jack away. he doesn't struggle against him as he breaks more than his heart. he simply begs him not to do this as all he does is helplessly "sit" still in one place. a dog which knows its doom is near and all it can do about it is accept it. and those still aren't his final words. his final words are "i love you" directed at jack. his family. a part of him does not want to obey. a part of him wants to lash out, be angry, be angry at the world which turned against him. no longer stay the victim. and we see just that in davetrap, which is a live (even if he's dead) manifestation of that part of dave. no matter how much he tries to get rid of his deeply rooted mindset which makes him hardwired to do what others want him to do, he can't. davetrap can't. he can't because he unreservedly loves people who hurt him. he loves henry and he loves jack. it's just like an instinct. when jack tells him to get out of his restaurant in the neutral ending of dsaf 3, he obeys. when henry asks him a question, he answers. they're his family -- how can he not listen to them and trust them with his life? that's what family's supposed to do, anyway. he learned that family members don't keep secrets from eachother. he didn't mention the box to jack until the bad ending in dsaf 3, which means that he did keep secrets from him in the past, long before he confessed he considered him his family. again, you can't keep secrets around people you love. he gave jack a key to the box and asked him to open it with him like it was a tradition. like it was something they've been doing together for 20 years, something dave can't let go of. dave likes simplicity. i can only think of three examples of simple things which bring him comfort, and the last two are not necessarily… uncomplicated. they wouldn't come across a normal person's mind if you had told them to think of something plain they enjoy doing. but those things are simple to Him and i think that that's very important for his character. even if complicated, it is easy to him. the first thing is vegas. in vegas, he has the chance to just have fun. like a normal person. a normal person with a fucked up and soulless friend, but a friend nonetheless. a person who doesn't kill innocent children. a person who wasn't abused in the past. a person just like all the other people currently at a club with him in las vegas. the second example is animatronics and just tampering with mechanics in general. that is something he is good at, most importantly. he's been working with henry long enough to just tamper with fazbender's animatronics for fun or to disable them to his advantage. he got used to this and it became simple to him with time. and the last thing on the list -- killing kids. that doesn't bring him joy, obviously, but it works as a last resort if things go south. an easy option like many other. he has murdered many in the past, so do just a few more children make that big of a difference? jack is simple to him because that's just someone who he is "friends" with, if you can even put it that way. he clings to him. he's simple, even if he is a very complex character. dave himself is, too, or atleast in henry's eyes. the doctor sees him as dimwitted, someone who's unable to comprehend his genius. like a dog, far below a human person. simplicity isn't something that dave was exposed to very often as a child. he had to constantly perform for food and sleep outside and whatnot just to survive. a kid shouldn't have to be on his own for years. simplicity just wasn't something that was available to him for free in those times.

that was, until he met henry. henry made it better for him, even if there were layers upon layers of abuse under how he was helping dave. he did make it better. he no longer had to fend for himself, alone. he was no longer abandoned, much like a terrified dog picked up from the damp streets. everything was better, so he didn't question anything. he was loved, he had someone close to him, he had shelter, a purpose, even if it was to be used and later discarded, no longer a man with hope for the future. but how could he know? and now, he is drawn to things which he lacked in his childhood. simple things. he loves them unconditionally. they remind him of henry.

[antianakin]

Any thoughts on the Jedi and romantic relationships? I get that they're allowed to love/have feelings and such, but, idk, my understanding is that they generally prefer to have “selfless service to the Republic/Galaxy” as their only major commitment.

I think Jedi can HAVE romantic relationships but they'd look a lot different to what we normally conceive of as a romantic relationship. They'd likely end up feeling closer to a friends with benefits sort-of deal or maybe a queer platonic relationship (without the necessity of being queer, obviously). They can't HAVE a commitment to their partner beyond like... the basic compassion and respect they show to everybody, so the relationships would always end up relatively casual. A lot of people interpret the Jedi as being a basically aro/ace society, so I think that using aro/ace relationships as a basis to understand how they might approach romance is probably a good place to start. One of the things I really like about looking at romances from that perspective is that it really breaks down some of the expectations of what's necessary in order to qualify as a relationship, romantic or otherwise. Sex, intimacy, living together, etc. These are all things that often end up a dividing line between friendship and romance, but aro/ace relationships can blur those lines a lot. So while those things CAN define the difference between friendship and romance, they aren't the ONLY things that could do so and, for some people, might not qualify as a difference at all.

I think that Jedi in general are okay with the idea of relationships being ephemeral and ever-changing. A lot of relationships these days work on the concept that people are always growing and changing and so the perfect partner will grow and change WITH you over the years. But I think the Jedi would accept that that's not always possible and that it's entirely natural and normal for the relationship not to remain romantic forever, but that that doesn't make the relationship meaningless or that any friendship would have to be terminated along with the romantic relationship. Relationships aren't meaningful because they last, they're meaningful for any number of reasons the people involved in them might decide on. Maybe someone went through a difficult mission and what they needed from a partner was very different for that moment, but as they healed, their needs changed and the relationship ended but the fact that this person was there for them would still remain very meaningful and the relationship remains important regardless of whether the romantic/sexual portion of it stayed. Maybe certain people come in and out of romantic relationships with each other, and it's not a will-they-won't-they type of deal, it's just that they gravitate towards each other during different periods of their lives and they allow themselves to just... go where the Force leads them, but it's not what they need or want ALL the time.

I also imagine the Jedi are just impeccably good at long distance relationships because they don't put all of their happiness into a relationship with one person and the relationship is never their top priority anyway, so they can manage being away from someone for long periods of time without it negatively impacting the relationship itself and could probably start the relationship up again years later without it feeling like a big deal.

I personally headcanon that the Jedi don't even necessarily have specific labels for their relationships and there's a lot less of a firm line between things like friendships and romantic relationships for them. A romantic relationship is going to look very different for different people and all that matters is that the people involved in the relationship agree on what it is and what the boundaries are. So two people might be in a relationship that could seem like a romantic relationship but that both people insist is NOT romantic at all. Or the opposite, two people seem like there's nothing romantic between them from the outside but if you asked them they'd both confirm that that's exactly what it is. Labels like boyfriend, girlfriend, (romantic) partner, husband, wife, spouse, etc all tend to come with specific expectations attached to them that the Jedi would probably agree with on an ideological level and just plain be uncomfortable with on a personal level.

This opens the door for the Jedi to have any NUMBER of different kinds of relationships with different people that allow them to remain very fulfilled in their life without needing constant access to a romantic partner, hence being a lot better with the long distance relationships. Maybe they have one person they really like doing more romantic stuff with but there's someone else that they have a more friends with benefits style relationship with and tons of other people that are friends without romance or sexual additions to it that can run the gamut between being mentors, peers, or students of their own. I imagine they'd be pretty open to the concept of polyamory since they don't do major commitments to romantic partners, so the idea of having multiple romantic or sexual partners would be fairly normal and not that big of a deal.

I think Jedi relationships often end up seeming really complicated and difficult to people outside of the culture but, to them, it really is very simple. It's romantic if the people involved say it is and all you really owe your partner is respect and compassion. It's everyone else who has all of these labels and expectations and obligations that make relationships exceptionally complicated from their perspective. If you just open up a little and expand/loosen your definition of what romance or a romantic relationship might entail, there's plenty of ways for Jedi to have romantic relationships. I do think that these relationships end up generally less compatible with people outside of the Order who don't tend to have similar cultural concepts, which is likely what leads to misconceptions like that the Jedi don't allow love or relationships at all (something we see with Padme, who comes from Naboo which does seem to really emphasize familial relationships a lot as something vitally important if that's what you choose to pursue). It might even be easier for Jedi to simply tell people they don't do romantic relationships or to allow people to believe that than to try to explain their ways to people who are just unequipped or unwilling to understand it.

This is also where I think the clones tend to come in as some of the only people capable of truly understanding the way the Jedi choose to do relationships. The clones aren't allowed to form the kind of commitments everyone else would, they can't make promises to each other that they'll be together forever. And I imagine the clones end up prioritizing finding happiness and pleasure any place they can find it above being faithful to one relationship above anything else. Loving someone means wanting them to be happy and if you're able to give them that, even for a short amount of time, then that's what matters. They'd be forced to get really good at long distance relationships and accepting change is inevitable. And while all of this is coming from really awful circumstances, I do think it'd allow them to sort-of build cultural values that end up pretty similar to the Jedi's and would likely REMAIN fairly similar to the Jedi's even in a happy fix-it AU where they gain the freedom to explore more options. So while most non-Jedi have difficulty being in relationships with Jedi because of how different their cultural values towards romance end up being, the clones are actually a lot more able to adjust to that and I think some of them might even specifically PREFER relationships with Jedi to relationships with anyone else.

I'd love to see some sort of Star Wars media really explore this more. The two options that we end up seeing are Jedi who choose to break the rules in order to be in a relationship anyway or Jedi who choose to avoid romantic relationships entirely (either in a situation like Obi-Wan's where he FEELS romantic attraction and has to specifically walk away from the relationship or situations like Mace or Luminara where we simply never see them interested in romance at any point). We see them be friendly with each other and with other people, obviously, and we know from Lucas that they aren't celibate, so the opportunity is THERE to see Jedi in happy romantic or sexual relationships that are simply more casual, but no one's been interested in actually showing or exploring that yet. My aroace ass would LOVE more representation among the Jedi.

[bunji-enthusiast]

Tristan and Lancelot with a gf like Mitsuri Kanroji?

So Just Dance With Me!

Genuinely one of my favorite hashiras for sure, girl did not deserve all that pain that happened to her throughout the story.

Tristan Liones

When the prince of Liones is your #1 supporter of all time, you can guarantee that you will never hear malicious words or comments about you at all. Tristan knows you may albeit a little self-conscious about your eating habits, so he does his best to ensure your privacy for the matter. your happiness is most important to him, and he prefers that you are happy and full then depressed because of spurred on thoughts uttered by others.

Tristan likes PDA, when appropriate of course. He really likes when you are affectionate, and returns the gestures whenever he can, Tristan appreciates you and will make sure you know that. The prince wants you to know you are loved, and just sincerely wonders who made you have such a view on love, he is sort of pissed about it.

Seeing you in action is honestly something jaw-dropping for Tristan to see, your flexibility and strength to hold your own is amazing (and reassures that he doesn't need to worry about you) for him to see as well. The nephilim wonders just how good you really are, when you aren't held back by outside forces in combat.

Tristan thinks you can only suit the hair color you bestow alone, when he wasn't given context at first though, he wondered how you pertained to gain such a color. Though when he knew about how you ate a constant amount of sakura mochi, it did make sense. The mochi are terribly yummy.

Though, he internally winces sometimes. Just how can you not hurt yourself with that sort of flexibility? Practice, lots of it he's come to learn. Tristan admired your motivation on your self-improvement, even if it was in the past before you two had officially met. You were mobile, fast and agile to ensure good health even in the midst of battle. He really admires that.

Once he had seen your weapon, though it was a sharp-sword; a katana -- Tristan was extremely confused as to why your weapon seemed to appear more whip-like. Yet it was the moment he saw it in action, wielded by your experienced hands that he had understood why.

Following the strengthening of your relationship, though not physically, there is one dominant similarity between you and Tristan. That was being gentle and kind towards your opponents (at the start, god forgive), and asking them to stand down. Though when there wasn't room for that anymore, it was too resort too more unforgiving measures.

To maintain your physique and body, you had eaten quite a lot. Which Tristan would never judge you for, but it was rather impressive how much you could eat in just under a minute, or four for that matter. Despite that however, he was never low on food expenses, being a prince meant that wealth came easy for him: so it was never trouble for him to buy you all the food.

Praise was easy for you, as you had always admired Tristan's strength, even if he was borne from two bloodlines mixed into one. You always thought he was exceptionally strong, which was perfect in your case, and he was considerate as well! You had gotten truly lucky to find such a gentleman, even if you weren't technically royalty like Tristan was.

Yet it was in admiring Tristan's will and strength to move forward, that had inspired you to keep getting even better. Though you didn't mind being saved by him in certain circumstances, you still needed to be able to keep up with your boyfriend.

Even with all that you endured, Tristan genuinely admires your silent and willful ideal to continue being kind towards those that you meet, even if the other had been rude to you. Like an out of this world goddess with so much patience left in her heart.

Lancelot

He generally has a tendency to like his partner even further when he knows that they can hold themselves in battle, which was a huge relief when Lancelot had seen for himself just how strong you are physically. Though he will never understand why people would say bad about you just for being a girl who happens to be strong, Lancelot personally thinks it's meant to be an attribute of great appreciation.

Though you have quite a bit of a bubbly personality, you tend to be quiet at times. Lancelot gets incredibly concerned when you do, not that he appreciates the lack of thoughts from flooding his mind, he still wonders why you have these moments. But it wasn't his place to pry, and decidedly narrows it down to reflection of the past, which he understands.

Lancelot is genuinely impressed when you hold your own in battle, whether it's one against one or even all out. Seeing you in action just somehow turns his perspective of battle differently, the way you grace the battefield with your flexibility -- invertedly different, but so strong for beauty.

There are times he envies your vulnerability to feel so strongly about others, Lancelot admires your steadfast character to be so kind to others, but serious when needed. There aren't many he finds to be like that, and considers you one of the few rare ones he found himself lucky for.

Your appetite to eat impassable amounts of food will always impress Lancelot, quite literally the one thing that somehow catches him off guard. But given the knowledge of your ability to remain flexible, and your overall physique, he better understands why you need to maintain that amount of food to eat.

Lancelot always has a smug-ass smirk whenever your the one to win in arm-wrestling contests, he loves it. Given your inhumane strength for a girl, it helps you overcome many challenges and obstacles, and to help others. But he mostly just really loves when you win arm-wrestling contests.

He wasn't very concerned about the shape and appearance of your weapon, Lancelot was already otherwise informed various types of weapons that may be used in combat. Though when he sees you wielding it in true fashion, he is amiable to praise, he thinks its pretty neat how well you can wield your passioned craft.

Though you were spurred on only to find a second half to your heart to be as strong as you, which you were very happy to see how strong Lancelot really can be -- you also fell for his charming aspects; vulnerability, and his discreet kindness. Even if he threw off the accusations of his acts of kindness, you could tell.

Reasonably so, one can have insecurities. Yet when he found out about the last time you attempted to have a relationship, and the things the guy said he devised a murder plan real quick he thought he was reasonably pissed. Cause who the hell says that about someone? Your strength was perfect, and the way you use it to help others is even more so.

Lancelot knew he was flexible to a degree, but compared to you? No way, you were far more agile and flexible than he was. Dodging blows seemingly impossible to dodge before, and performing techinques special to you that no one else could replicate. Though he really does think how your limbs don't get sore in certain spots from the constant moving, Lancelot is really impressed in that aspect, and commends you for your improved talent.

When in training, there had been rounds where you had been the one to win against Lancelot. You two were often evenly matched, which made for longer training and more rounds. Though, it was also a lot of fun as well.

[gamergirl-niffler]

Hey there, sweetheart! ❤️💜💙 Yours truly is back in action. Now, I'm feeling like requesting headcanons, you know? Specifically, Dabi, Shoto, and Endeavour navigating the challenges with a girlfriend who's on a bit of a struggle bus in the orgasm department 😕

It's probably not as NSFW as you would like it to be, but I did my best!

Warning - Aged-up Shoto

Todoroki men & s/o having troubles orgasming

 🔥 Dabi 🔥

- Welcome to the fucking club, sweetheart! 

- You aren't the only one struggling here. Touya is struggling as well.

- Just don't blame him. His body isn't in the best shape ever since he almost got burnt alive. So Touya himself has problems in this department as well.

- He is ashamed of it as much as you are but no he is not struggling alone. 

- As frustrated with himself as he is… he completely pushes himself to the side. You are more important than he is.

- He searches through the Internet to find something to help you with reaching your climax.

- He orders toys, meds, weird gels, basically everything just to help you.

- Touya is ready for a longer seasons of fun just to slowly bring you two to the sweet release.

- He also goes through the whole Kamasutra book just to find the position that can make it better for you.

- He is a thoughtful partner who puts your pleasure first.

🔥 Shoto 🧊 

- Poor thing is confused and worried. Are you sick? Or maybe he is the problem? Isn't he good enough? Is it even possible to have such problems?

- You two have a serious talk about those matters. He wants to understand what's happening.

- Shoto is a good listener, so he listens to you, analyzing each word and already thinking about ways of helping you. 

- He really does everything to help with your pleasure, putting himself right after you and even if somehow he gets there first? Shoto is not stopping until he knows your climax.

- Shoto eats you out and touches you for hours just to ensure your pleasure.

- Not a fan of toys. Sure, they are useful and helpful, but for him, it feels fake. Of course, if you insist on trying, he might try those.

- He praises you each time your co-operated work is successful! He gives you sweet kisses and even sweeter touches, just because you are his good, little girl.

🔥 Enji 🔥

- He is the worst out of the three Todoroki! 

- Are you having a problem? Or are you just a stubborn brat?!

- He isn't interested in hearing about your problem. Idiotic and excuses.

- Enji is going to force it out of you, regardless of your discomfort.

- Sadly for you, he is selfish and doesn't really care about your pleasure. You can beg, you can scream. There is no point.

- Your ailment proves to be too much of a problem? He slowly drops you.

- At first, he is cold toward you, but then after some more time he stops sleeping with you at all. 

- Your problems aren't his. You can't deal with them? Then that's only your problem. Enji has enough problems of his own to bother himself with someone like you.

- So one day he drops you completely. He just sends you a simple message: “It's over. Don't contact me.”

- As painful as it is, you grant his wish.

[yazthebookish]

"If Azriel wants a mate then why is he pursuing a mated female."

He gave you the answer:

"The Cauldron chose three sisters. Tell me how it's possible that my two brothers are with two of those sisters, yet the third was given to another." He had never before dared speak the words aloud.  

Let's start by a scenario where you [the reader] is desperately and hopelessly in love with someone whether they're mated or not, would the mating bond make a difference for you?

If you answer yes, then you admit that a mated pairing are unlike any other because they're connected on a soul level and that's why it would make a difference to you.

If you answer no, then the mating bond wouldn't be an important condition for you because you can love the person with or without a bond. The mating bond wouldn't be at the forefront when someone asks you to explain why you would pursue or want someone.

Now back to Azriel, why does it matter if Elain wasn't his mate? Would that make his "feelings" for her less meaningful?

If he is very confident Elain has no interest in Lucien, then why is he upset about her being mated to someone else?

"But he could be her second mate or true mate"

As of canon, there was no mention of multiple mates and it's been proven more than once that Elain and Lucien's bond is legit (they're a unique case because all other mated pairings knew about the bond when they were already in love). You have to twist the context to make it seem suspicious or out of the norm—and the only thing that is out of the norm here is unlike the other mated couples, they're the first one we see that aren't in love "yet".

So excluding the theory that he is Elain's true mate or that he is her second mate, doesn't his confession to Rhys prove that he is desperate for a bond.

He used Feysand and Nessian as an example because the equation in his head is not making sense with him being excluded from also getting an Archeron sister as a mate. To him, 3 brothers + 3 sisters makes sense but was that even a condition for either Rhys or Cassian to fall in love with either sisters? No.

And you know what are the two biggest red flags here:

1. He immediately questions the Cauldron not giving him a mate, or more specifically, the Cauldron gifting his brothers two Archeron sisters but the third wasn't his.

2. Does Elain want a mating bond with him, or anything to do with a bond at all? Based on what we've seen... no.

So the first point shows you that it wasn't his attraction or feelings for Elain that Azriel expressed or could've said things that came off more romantic like "I want her" "I've grown fond of her" "I feel good with her"—because I promise you he didn't need to do a whole love confession to Rhys to convince him and Rhys would've had a very different reaction than what we have seen.

But what we got was Azriel questioning the Cauldron and be visibly upset about not getting an Archeron sister—that what probably ticked off Rhys.

OR we, as the readers, were in his head so he didn't need to vocalize his feelings to Rhys (since the argument is often about he doesn't open up), we could've just read his thoughts

He is putting what he wants at the forefront without considering whether Elain wants a mating bond or not.

And then you have the final nail in the coffin:

Azriel said nothing. He hadn't gotten that far with his planning, certainly not beyond the fantasies he pleasured himself to.  

Is this what it all boiled down to? Fantasies?

Where in his entire conversation with Rhys did the topic center on what Elain wanted or needed?

"Oh but Azriel did say she has no interest in Lucien and is making it clear to Rhys"

Sorry but that's Elain's piece to say and no where were we given any hint that Elain asked or opened up to Azriel about this. He is yet doing something that everyone else does for Elain: speak for her and assume what she needs.

Though I completely disagree with the idea that Azriel is a fuck boy. He isn't but this is a male that carries a lot of conflicted feelings and thoughts within him—his actions and words can be questionable but it doesn't mark him as someone who is a player. He is just hitting rock bottom.

[thequietkid-moonie]

Little sibling of the gods is curious about humans

[ HEADCANONS ]

[ Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Records of Ragnarok ]

A cute silly prompt that has been wandering around my head for a while now, hope you enjoy it!!

and forgive me if I did some mistaken while writing it, I was excited and messy

Is well known that gods are above humans, the humans are their creations and they most worship the gods, asking from favor and forgiveness is how the humans are related with the gods

As a god can be natural to be curious about the humans since, even if they don't like it they are important part of the god's life, even so get to know about the humans is quite dificult since most gods don't really think high of them, some even think that they are just a waste

For being one of the youngest gods it would be undestandable your curiosity, still that doesn't make it less irritable for some of the gods, however since you are the little sibling of some of the most respected gods on the Valhalla they don't really dare to tell you to go away whenever you go around asking the other gods about the humans, most of them just try to respectful tell you that they don't have anything to say about humans and that your inmense curiousity about them is just a waste of time, other gods, more bold ones, express how much they think the humans are nothing but a waste of space, they are brutal and idiotic, there are just a few gods that actually has a few good things to say about the humans (or at least something that isn't complete despise)

The better answers you'll probably able to find it actually close to your family, Hermes find quite amusing your curiosity about the humans and at some point will aproach to you and offer you all the information he can provide, he will tell all he knows about the humans until your heart is content, and he actually gives you the information in a neutral way, whenever he give you his opinion about the topic he makes clear that is his opinion and not exactly a fact

Other one that will be more willing to share his information is Buddha, even if he is consider a god and lives in the Vallhala he will always think more on the humans, so if you ask him he is also willing to tell you all he can about the human life from first hand experience, he doesn't mind sharing his knowledge, specially if is with someone so eager to learn; although, in the process he end up teaching you a few things about his philosophy, it was bring to the conversation so naturally that even him didn't notice (but he will just laugh at it)

But, honestly, those two are just motivate by mischievous intentions, they wanted to help you of course, you were so eager to learn about humans that it was almost adorable, but just as they thought your curiosity was amusing they also thought about how amusing could be the reaction of your older brothers when they know that their little baby and pride wants to know about the humans, it was an oportunity to mess with the gods that they couldn't miss

Other god that were willing to share a more hearthed stories about humans is Heracles, he was once human and become stronger and even a god for them, so he is completely willing to talk to you about them, but he talks with so much love and pride that it will probably just end up boosting your own curiosity for the humans

It doesn't matter if you try to hide your curiosity about humans of your older brothers, soon or later they will know, it can take them just a moment or even years, but at the end they will find out, it only takes one of them to find out for the other two to get to know too, and they aren't going to be happy about it. You'll have to deal with their sermons once they know but each one react and tells you diferent things, Zeus tries to talk to you in a pacific way and tries to convince you that humans aren't worthy your time, there are a lot of other things you can do or that gods can provite you with, greater things than the humans, still he can be quite intimidating if you insist that you want to see and learn about the humans; Poseidon is direct and even is mad at you, he tells you right away that humans aren't worthy of your time, you are a god and his sibling! you must only get related with those that have the same level or are worthy of you, he even express that he is quite disappointed by this but will let it pass this time, just concentrate on something that is actually useful; compared to the others, Hades doesn't really think that bad about the humans, he does hold some respect for them and doesn't find that bad your curiosity, as your older brother he wants to support you but he also has to look after you, so he suggest that you don't put all your time and energy on the humans and do other things, learn things that can be beneficial for you, he is thinking on your future and well-being

Despite your brother's opinion you still are free to do as you please, so if you want you are free to continue learning about the humans, even if they aren't happy they won't be able to do much, even if Zeus and Poseidon will want to force you to change they won't really want to hurt you or anything (and with Hades support there is nothing much they can do about it)

In your position it would be incredibly risky and reckless to give another step and go to actually visit the human world, but if you still want to do it Buddha and Heracles will be completely willing to help you reach the human world (Hermes will risk too much if he accept to teach you how to go, but he will indirectly guide you towards who actually can help you with it)

[thefloorisbalaclava]

I I if maybe you could give me a bit of angry König 🥺.

Just I just wanna leak some important Intel and get abducted by that mountain of a man and have my little pussy ruined in an confined space. I would love mutual pining co-workers to enemies having some hate sex. I need him to call me an ossi, a filthy piefke verräterin. He's maybe still bitter about his hochkönig origins.

It is so soothing to read all these fics, finally dirty talk that makes sense in my head. Even if at times it's a little bad. Thank you thank you.

König x f!reader

Warnings: kinda rough sex, angry könig, kissing, cunnilingus, fingering

You shouldn't enjoy the way he glares at you--those gorgeous eyes of his boring into your very soul. You should be afraid, and though your heart does beat a little faster, it has nothing to do with fear.

You had been told that König got along with everyone, but you soon found that once you lose his trust, there is no coming back.

It was one lousy mistake. The one time you didn't listen to his orders and everything went to shit. He blamed you for it and now you were dealing with the consequences.

No matter how hard you tried, he drifted further away.

The truth is, he has a broken heart, one that he shouldn't have in the first place.

But you don't know that. How were you supposed to know?

You hate the tension that has grown between you two. You hate how he looks through you now instead of at you how he used to. You wanted your König back, but he was making it nearly impossible.

You have to corner him, you thought. Good idea, but how the hell will you corner a man who can shove you aside with one swipe of his arm?

You'd think of something.

--

The opportunity presents itself when walking past the gym at an ungodly hour. You both didn't sleep well, so you aren't surprised to see him in there. You walk in quietly and watch him for a moment, worrying your lip between your teeth as he grunts with each rep.

"Hi," you say quietly.

He stops and turns to you. "Hello." He hesitates but only shakes his head and turns away again.

"What are you doing up?" you ask.

"You know the answer to that," he says without turning around. You walk into his line of vision.

"I couldn't sleep either," you tell him. "Can we talk?"

"About what?" he asks, but you know that he knows.

"About the fact that one little mistake I made has you treating me like shit," you say a little angrier than you wanted.

"It was not a little mistake," he say, breathing heavily. He stands and walks away from you.

"Talk to me." You jog to catch up to him and block his path.

"No."

You look around for something, anything to stop him. "Spar?" That gets his attention. You walk over to the mat and wait for him.

"I don't want to hurt you," he says even as he makes his way over.

"I'll be fine." You take off your hoodie.

"Remember to..."

"Go low," you say, "I know."

"Why are you doing this?" he asks.

"Because I want to. If you're this angry at me, then...let it out."

He freezes in place and glares at you. "Are you asking me to hurt you?"

You shrug. "I don't know what else I need to do to make you---"

He storms up to you. "You have lost your fucking mind," he snaps. "To think I would intentionally hurt you..." Suddenly, he grabs your face, smushing your cheeks. You only look at him.

"I'm sorry," you mumble.

He lets your face go, only to grab your wrist and drag you out of the gym and down the hall. He opens the first door he sees, and it looks to be some sort of storage closet.

"What the hell?" You eye him angrily.

He takes a few deep breaths, his big hand on the closed door.

"You want to know why I am so angry with you?" he asks, still not looking at you.

"That would be nice," you say in a snappy tone.

"You compromised so much," he says, "All because you don't fucking listen."

"I know what I did, König! How long will you punish me for it?!" you shout. He claps a hand over your mouth and just stares at you. You look into his eyes, showing no fear. He drops his hand slowly and then pulls up his sniper hood before crushing his lips to yours in a desperate kiss.

"Mm!" you whimper, tucking your hands under his hood into his hair. You both begin stumbling around until your back finally hits a shelf. The things on it shift precariously, and you both pause. After a few breaths, he kisses you again, pushing his knee between your legs.

"You...are a bad girl," he says, his voice rougher than usual. "Aren't you?"

"Yes," you breathe.

"I think that is why I like you so much." His eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips. "I want you."

"You can have me, König..."

"Any way I want?" he asks, pushing himself against you.

"What do you mean?"

"I...I want to be so deep inside you that you never forget. I want to leave you pleasantly sore so that every time you move, you think of me."

"König," you moan.

"Not here," he says before opening the door slowly and looking out. Suddenly, he's pulling you along again, but this time it's to somewhere familiar—his room.

His room was always so inviting to you. It always smelled nice and was tidy. You usually had time to look around a sit for a while, but this time there was none of that.

As soon as the door is closed, he is on you, pressing so close it's like he's attached to you.

He pulls his sniper hood off in a hurry and swallows your gasp with a desperate, angry kiss. "Are you ready?" he asks, but your brain is so muddled that you're not sure how to answer. Suddenly, his hand is down the front of your pants.

"Ah!" you squeal as he walks you toward the bed, hand staying firmly in your pants. He only takes it out to get you on the bed and practically tears your pants and panties off. His fingers are on and in you in no time as he presses his forehead to yours.

"I'm going to take you," he whispers, "...but I don't want to hurt you."

"Just...do what you want, König..."

He hums happily, sliding himself between your legs to taste you. You can't remember the last time he did this to you, but it is happening now, and it is perfect. He still takes his time getting you ready despite being rushed and frantic.

He doesn't bother taking the rest of his clothes off, but just him having his face revealed to you is enough to make this intimate.

You help him get his belt and buttons undone before he pushes you back down and lifts one leg to his shoulder. You can feel the cool metal of his belt buckle against your too-hot skin.

"When was I inside you last?" he asks. He pushes into you slowly, and you both cry out. "Fuck...I want to stay inside you forever." With one deep thrust, he's entirely inside of you. Your toes curl and he chuckles.

"More! Harder!" you beg

"The Königin gets what she wants," he growls before grabbing your other leg. He grips your hips tightly before thrusting into you fast and hard.

"Oh god! Oh fuck!" you cry. "Fuck me, König." You say it with the perfect accent, pushing him closer to the edge.

"How does it feel?" he asks.

"Amazing," you whimper.

He spreads your legs so he can lie between them now. You wrap them around his waist, and he continues fucking you into his mattress.

"On top," he grunts. "You...on top..." He grabs you and turns you with him, so you are riding him now. You try to keep the same pace. You can for a time, but when he sees you getting tired, he plants his feet flat on the mattress and begins thrusting up into you. Your eyes roll back and you throw your back.

"You look like a goddess," he murmurs. His thumb finds your clit, and he sits up to be closer to you. "Come for me." His calloused thumb rubs you firmly, and you cry out to him. "Yes, my love. Yes," he hisses.

Your fingers claw at his back and shoulders as he pumps into you. After a few more, he grunts loudly and groans your name. He rests his head on your breasts.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks, moving his head just enough to look up into your eyes.

You shake your head. "No, König." You try to move off him, but he grabs you tighter.

"Nein...no...stay a little longer. Please?"

"Of course." You run your fingers through his hair, and he sighs.

A little longer turns into the rest of the night and when you wake up beside him, he's already smiling at you.

"Good morning," he says. "How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Look beautiful even as you sleep. Most people are...not so graceful when they sleep," he says, and you laugh.

"Do you want me to go so you can...shower and everything?" you ask. You both look down at your half-dressed bodies and laugh again.

"You don't have to leave. I was hoping we could do that together." He takes your hand in his and laces his fingers with yours.

"A shower sounds nice," you say, squeezing his hand.

[Masterlist]

[yanderes-galore]

Marcoh from fear and hunger romantic concept? Our big boy needs more love<3 (gn darling)

Of course! Here's some Marcoh content :) Sorry for the long wait! I hope I get his character correctly!

Yandere! Marcoh Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Violence, Clingy behavior, Blood, Murder, Death, Kissing, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Marcoh used to be a thug before jumping on the train due to being on the run.

He was raised in the streets and often got into fights, even if he didn't like it.

Despite seeming intimidating... Marcoh doesn't actually like the idea of killing.

Looking past his built stature, Marcoh is a protective and friendly sweetheart who genuinely wants to do good.

When you first meet him, he's on the train.

He comes off as reserved, timid/shy despite his unnerving gaze.

He's very cooperative with you when you speak with him.

He towers over you... yet seems so considerate.

He's more of a gentle giant than anything, but knows how to defend himself and others.

Marcoh is remorseful about his past and even expresses in some dialogues about wanting to move on.

(His Abandoned Shack Dialogue is adorable-)

You probably ask Marcoh to join your party, even offering to help Olivia find a wheelchair to take her with you.

Marcoh seems surprised for a moment but agrees.

After all, isn't there safety in numbers?

Marcoh is such a teddy bear at times.

To others he's this intimidating thug and boxer, one who could obliterate someone in seconds.

But with you? He opens up and even makes insightful dialogue on certain areas.

You can't help but smile sadly when he brings up the idea of settling down with someone or retiring....

He still has dreams... but you aren't sure if escape from this festival is possible.

With Marcoh, his dark behavior slowly grows within him.

Honestly, his biggest concern is making sure his fellow contestant(s) safe.

He may not enjoy fighting... but it's an important skill he even tries to teach you.

Marcoh's feelings slowly begin to take over as he strolls beside you.

For example, when he mentions about having a new start in life... he thinks of you.

Never wants to say it... but he can't help but glance over at you in thought.

I just like the idea of this big strong man being so timid around his love.

He hovers around you like a body guard, but while he looks scary he's just resisting the urge to hug you close.

Marcoh would want nothing more than to protect his beloved during the festival.

No matter what it takes.

This is a man who could beat the life out of someone, blood covering his hands and clothes...

But then he'd coo over you, check if you're hurt, and kiss your forehead or something.

He's mostly a sweetheart.

He isn't sadistic, just concerned and wanting to protect those he cares about.

Marcoh tries his best not to scare you.

He knows his strength comes off in such a way... but he promises he just wants to protect you.

Marcoh isn't really one to get jealous easily.

If he is, he usually keeps to himself and says nothing about it.

Of course you should have other party members... strength in numbers...

But sometimes he wishes he was the only one you needed.

He's somewhat lucid about his darker feelings, which is why he's quiet about it.

Although... the festival's whispers certainly do nothing to help his emotions.

Marcoh's behavior has stages during the festival, if we're assuming the festival influences yandere obsessions.

At first he's silent with his emotions, just acting as a body guard.

However, as you gain party members and continue to face horrors beyond your comprehension... Marcoh's sanity dwindles and his feelings turn darker.

The longer he's with you he starts to open up more... perhaps even developing softer and more romantic emotions towards you.

Okay... maybe he is jealous that he has to share you with two others...

But why do these feelings feel so... wrong?

Marcoh's dwindling sanity no doubt makes his feelings towards you corrupt due to the fesitval.

He wants to confess... but he was hoping to do that once you both survive.

How tragic.

He may be quiet, but he keeps glaring daggers at your other party members.

Eventually... Marcoh isn't going to be a sweetheart anymore.

Soon, due to the festival, you're going to be sitting in a puddle of blood... encased in Marcoh's arms.

You see... there's just so much danger in this Festival/Prehevil in general.

All this whispers just keep getting to Marcoh....

Perhaps said murderous whispers are right? You'll be in danger if he doesn't help you....

What better way to help than kill the other contestants near you before they do the same to you?

To be fair, Marcoh tries for a long time to ignore the voices.

He lasts until mid-way through Day 3 before he snaps.

By the end of it, he's covered in blood and has you tightly secured in his lap as he leans against a wall.

He whispers apologies, saying he didn't want to scare you...

You keep squirming, even after he kisses your forehead, lips, and neck...

He's trying so hard to comfort you.

You're sobbing, covered in blood like him as he tightens his grip.

"So sorry... I just needed to do this. Can't you hear the voices? They were going to take you from me... I'm protecting you like I should!"

It's such a drastic change.

When you first met, he just wanted to help everyone.

Now, as your fates come to a close and the final deadline ticks down, Marcoh killed your party... it's just you.

It will always just be you...

Right up until you Moonscorch together.

"I'll never leave you... I'm just sorry I couldn't get us out of here... but that's okay, at least we have each other...!"

[creation-help]

Advice and tips on how to make your character feel more genuine/real

- Pettiness and shallowness. Obviously it can manifest in different ways, but IRL everyone has at least one or two little things that they're a bit surface level and "Just because!" about. Be it clothes, how they do certain rituals, what color m&ms they prefer ect ect. It can be little details or even major characteristics, and depending on which (and what) they are, it can be really telling about the character! Plus, it just adds a little extra depth and fun. Some examples including but not limited to: Being fussy over getting their clothes wet or dirty, only preferring some items because they look good, insisting on doing some action or tradition exactly a certain way, disliking an aspect of a thing or a person because they just don't like it, and so on. Obviously the big worldview points like morality and beliefs are very important, but when you've figured those out, take a moment to think about the smaller, everyday things your character feels about the world around them. No matter how good or wise a person is, they'll still always have some little thing that they can't give some profound noble answer to. Use this to your advantage to explore your character's shortcomings or flaws!

(In the same vein, Pet peeves is another detail that can flesh out a character!)

- How does your character perceive things? What do they notice about people first? How would they talk about, or describe another person to someone, if asked? How would they describe themself? And why? Just some things to consider. If your character maps out all the little details and deeply analyzes everything they see, it'll show in their interactions very differently than, for example, if they have the perception of a cabbage and are more oblivious than the love interest in a teen drama that the writers are stretching out for five seasons for no reason. Ykno.

- Additionally: what's their opinion of the people around them? Or if you've already mapped that out, what's their opinion of people they've never met before, or people who aren't in their immediate bubble, friends of friends, relatives of relatives, neighbours, or celebrities, mythical/historical figures and so on. Delve into hypotheticals sometimes, it can help you exercise your knowledge of the character. Even if none of these encounters or situations would happen in Canon.

- I'm sure you've already figured out what your character is most passionate about, ykno, whatever drives the story and impacts their relationships with other characters. But how about stuff they really don't care to think about? Just shrug? Not interesting? Doesn't pay attention to this? What is low on their priorities? It doesn't have to be negative (but can be!), it can just be "Meh", or something your character hasn't even noticed before, simply because it's not in their thoughtscape to think about.

- Does your character have any of those "What? I thought everyone did that/thought that/was like that!" - things? What do they take for granted, or weren't aware isn't a universal experience? Did they have a wildly different experience with something that most other characters hadn't even thought of? And yes I understand this is good for exploring trauma and other angsty things, but besides the obvious, think about maybe something that could be related to your character's species/living environment/abilities/opinions ect. This is great for exploring cultural differences, and anything that takes place in a fantasy setting. Very useful for villains and heroes alike! It's insightful. Everyone has small little perceptive differences or big and small thoughts that for some reason just haven't been properly challenged yet. Or brought up even. For whatever reason. Explore maybe what that reason could be, and figure out why it's been unchallenged for so long.

- Imperfections. Little divergences. It's fully possible to write a compelling and genuine feeling character using just archetypes, if you really explore them deeply. And whether you're doing that or not, think about the lines and molds you've set your character into, and let them spill out of them a little bit. Can be one huge aspect or one teensy detail, but make some diversion. Some crack in the picture. Doesn't have to be a flaw but can be! Just have some little aspects that set them apart and make the character themself. Get weird with it. Getting weird is one huge way you can truly make a character stand out and feel more unique and, oddly enough, genuine and real. Actual people have little oddities or things that don't line up with everything else about their person. And again it doesn't necessarily have to be anything big or shocking, in fact I'd argue it's even better if sometimes it's just a small, very ordinary, humanizing detail. Maybe unexpected, or maybe just something that doesn't factor into the surface image your character has. Think about characters similar to yours that you see often. What traits do they all share, or most usually have? Think about the kinds of people your character is inspired by. What are they often like? Make a diversion from that. Make multiple even? It can be the most random thing but think about it, even if you threw a dart at a wall of sticky notes, really chew out what this little thing says about your character. And focus on little cracks, imperfections, diversions and other odd details of your character. Over time they can grow bigger, or maybe not.

- Keep a clear picture of who your character is. Sounds obvious but I'll elaborate. Your character will obviously change and develop over the time you're working on them and whatever story events take place but I think it's very important to keep in mind who they fundamentally are. Basically I'm saying that try to keep them in character, yes even if you did drastic character development, you can still show that it's the same person in other ways even if one of their core traits was flipped. Be aware of what things will never change about your character no matter what they'd go through. Keep some consistency. Consistency matters alot in making a character seem genuine and, ykno, a good character. Even if that consistent trait is that they're inconsistent! The character can be that, yes, but as their creator, you should still keep sights of what's consistent for this character, you feel? If your character is a glunk of slime that slips out of it's container constantly and subsequently molds into whatever situation it gets put in, that's not really a character, that's.. Idk, plot device..? I know this may sound contradicting to my previous point but I fully think that, and this one can and should coexist.

You need to simultaneously be aware of the ways your character will differ from something and be fluid, and the ways your character will not bend, and cannot become. It's simply a matter of knowing their boundaries and restrictions, knowing which way they can lean and which way not. Obviously this'll be up to you as their creator, bc yeah you're allowed to drastically edit your character if you feel like it's for the better, but try to commit to that change then. Don't let the character slip from your hands, or let the story bend them into whatever shape it needs to make the plot go forward. Your character, and more importantly you, should be in control of that.

I emphasize the point of you controlling your character and not the other way around also. I've seen some character owners slip into "Well it's just what the character would do! I can't help it, it'd be out of character if they didn't do x!" even if the thing is completely awful, doesn't fit, or would ruin an aspect of the story. A smart writer will know how to work with your character's traits in a way that prevents them from running off the tracks and becoming their own little gremlin, while also complying with the story. Respect your character's.. Character, while also respecting yourself and the point of the story. This is even more crucial if it's a roleplay character, by the way..

I'm just saying, find ways to write the story in cooperation with your character. That means knowing what situations to avoid and which ones to steer for, in order to keep your character functioning with the plot and other characters. Sometimes you simply have to prevent some event from happening, or some characters from ever meeting, for the sole reason that it wouldn't make the story work the way it should. Or the way you want it to. You hold the pencil, be aware of what that means