#and to apologize for being the opposite of what a lot of you probably follow me for

[angelnumber27]

My apologies that I’m not the most encouraging or positive or helpful right now. I want to help other people very badly but right now I am really struggling a LOT and I need to put everything into trying to help myself. I’ll be back to my usual self eventually. There will be more encouraging posts about healing and recovery and life in general, but I am currently falling apart and I would really appreciate if y’all didn’t base your opinions of who I am on the things I express while in agony.

[azzifuddslover]

༯ OFF THE COURT — CHAPTER FIVE 𝜗𝜚

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

themes: angst, pining

word count: 2.7k

tw: swearing, LIGHT sexual content

a/n: happy thanksgiving for anyone who celebrates! i lowkey like this chapter a lot, but i apologize for it being so short. i’ll try to make next chapter longer 🤞 lemme know how u enjoy it!

the following day, paige isn’t the one screwing up in practice. no, it’s azzi. azzi, the one who is consistent with her shots. azzi, the one who rarely misses despite any stress or distractions she’s feeling.

yet, ever since that stupid game of spin the bottle that ended up with paige kissing her, she’s been out of sync.

azzi furiously dribbles the basketball on the ground, pressing her lips in a firm line out of frustration. she goes for yet another 3 pointer; it bounces off the rim.

“fucking dammit,” she mutters to herself, annoyed with her shot missing.

caroline, one of her closest friends on the team, cautiously approaches the brunette.

“az, you good?” she asks wryly.

azzi looks over at her, “i’m fucking perfect, caroline.”

a flash of hurt travels in carol’s eyes at her friends harsh words.

regret hits azzi immediately, “i’m sorry, carol. i’ve just got a lot on my mind— i didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

caroline’s lips tug into a gentle smile, “no worries, girl. i knew something was up, anyway.”

“you just know me too well, don’t you?” azzi returns the grin.

“sure do,” caroline replies, “so, you gonna tell me or what?”

“not here,” azzi makes a rushed glance at the blonde who’s across the room, doing some of her own shooting drills with kk.

caroline follows her line of sight and nods in understanding, “i see,” she smirks, knowingly.

azzi is sprawled out on her bed, while caroline is sitting cross legged on the opposite one. both girls have showered and dressed into comfortable pajamas since practice ended hours ago.

“tell me tell me tell me,” caroline repeats, eagerly.

azzi playfully rolls her eyes, “it’s stupid.”

“i don’t care, az! just tell me already,” she exclaims.

azzi takes a moment to think about the someone who’s been stuck in her head. that someone with perfect fucking lips and a perfect fucking tongue who knows exactly how to use it. heat creeps up her neck, reaching her cheeks. she brings her legs to her chest and covers her face with both hands.

“she’s fucking with my head, carol,” azzi groans into her hands.

caroline lightly smiles at her friend, “who?”

azzi removes her hands from her face to give caroline a look, “you know who. paige, obviously!”

“and why is that?”

azzi shakes her head, thinking it’s the most idiotic thing in the world. “because.. ever since.. you know what..” she gives her friend another look, “she just won’t leave my mind. she’s always there. she always has been.”

“aww, that’s so cute,” caroline beams, “you should-“

“no, it’s not cute, caroline!” azzi shouts, throwing up her hands. “it’s frustrating! it’s making me mess up in practice, embarrassing myself in front of coach. and everyone, for that matter!”

carol throws the brunette a soft look, “babe, everyone misses shots. you’re not the only one, and you most definitely won’t be the last. remember, just last week paige herself was doing bad in practice. and now she’s doing better! so will you, az.”

azzi shrugs her shoulders, figuring caroline is probably right. she lays out in her bed, pulling the covers overtop her body.

caroline isn’t done with the conversation, though. “so.. do you love her?”

azzi is taken aback at the unexpected question, to say the least. “what the actual fuck?”

“what? it’s a serious question,” caroline begins, “i see the way you look at her and the way she looks at you. it’s undeniable, if you ask me.”

“what way? what are you even talking about right now?”

carol tilts her head, throwing azzi an it’s obvious kind of glance, “um, like you want to rip one another’s clothes off and fuck each others brains out—“

“jesus, carol!” azzi shouts, shocked at her friend’s explicit language.

caroline chuckles at azzi’s reaction, “what! it’s true— you can ask any of the girls.”

right on queue, the dorm door opens and in walks the freshman, ashlynn.

“hey guys!” she waves at carol and azzi.

“perfect timing, ash,” caroline says, “i have a question for you.”

“carol, don’t,” azzi warns.

caroline squints her eyes at the curly haired brunette in challenge, “don’t you think there’s something going on between azzi and paige?”

ashlynn’s eyes widen at the question, “carol.. i thought we weren’t supposed to talk about that—“

“what?” azzi nearly screams.

ashlynn flinches back at her reaction, “az, don’t scare me like that!” she says, touching her hand to her heart.

“sorry, sorry,” azzi apologizes, “but what do you mean ‘not supposed to talk about that?’”

ash lowers herself on the bed with caroline, “well.. the entire team sort of knows there’s something up with the two of you. i mean, you guys look at each other all the time. and not in a friendly way.”

“that’s so not true!”

“yeah, it is, az. but anyway, we all agreed not bring it up, especially with either one of you. not until you figured it out.”

azzi gaped at the confession. everyone knew something was going on between them? azzi didn’t even know herself!

azzi eyes caroline, “carol, you knew? and never told me?”

caroline opens her mouth, then closes it. a moment passes with awkward silence between the three freshmen.

“az, look—“

“no! don’t even bother,” azzi throws herself off the bed, grabs her phone, and rushes out the door before neither ash or caroline could get another word out.

azzi is sitting in the basketball lounge room, phone in hand. she’s still buzzing with annoyance from the discussion with ashlynn and caroline an hour prior.

azzi’s head turns at the sound of the door creaking open. a familiar blonde steps inside, causing azzi’s heart to quicken. of course paige would come in here— of course.

paige immediately spots the brunette curled up on the couch looking her way. her breath hitches in her throat; memories of yesterday come flooding back in her mind— not that they ever left.

“h— hi,” paige stammers, then clears her throat.

“hey, p,” azzi sighs.

“just forgot my bag,” paige says, awkwardly moving to a nearby couch and grips her backpack.

azzi nods, unsure how to respond.

paige glances back at the brunette, who wears a sad expression on her face.

“are you okay?” paige questions her, genuinely concerned.

azzi gives paige a sad smile, “i’m good, thanks for asking.”

paige doesn’t move, though. she continues to stare at azzi, her eyes never wavering.

“what?” azzi asks softly at the blonde.

“you don’t look okay, az.”

azzi throws her legs out dramatically on the couch, along with her arms while defeat set in. “caroline’s pissing me off.”

paige lowers herself on a couch, opposite of the younger girl. “alright.. what’d she do to piss you off?”

azzi lets out a quiet sigh, “well..” she thinks back on her and carol’s conversation, unsure how to explain it to paige without giving too much away, “she didn’t tell me something i should’ve known about.”

paige arches a brow, “like what?”

azzi throws paige a look, “is that really your business?”

paige curls her lip in annoyance, “right, forget i asked,” she says before making an effort to get up.

azzi reaches her hand out as if to hold her back from leaving, “wait, don’t go, i’m sorry.”

paige’s heart skips a beat at azzi’s plea to make her stay, “okay.” this time, she sits down on the same couch azzi’s positioned on, inching closer to the brunette.

azzi’s cheeks instantly warm at their sudden close proximity. “it’s so fucking embarrassing missing everything in practice. it’s only my first year and i’m already screwing up.”

paige nods in understanding, “tell me about it,” she agrees. “did you see me last week? i couldn’t make a shot even if my life depended on it.”

azzi laughs at the memory of paige’s performance, “true.”

paige gives azzi a gentle shove, “hey! don’t agree with me!”

azzi’s laughter only grows, though. paige’s lips tug into a grin, yet she can’t help but still feel a little annoyed. when paige figures azzi’s laughter won’t calm anytime soon, she reaches out, placing her hand over the younger girl’s mouth.

“stop,” paige smiles, eyes solely on the azzi’s.

azzi’s chuckle soon ends; her eyes lock on paige’s while her blush becomes more visible. paige’s grin falls, but her hand remains.

azzi’s line of sight drops to paige’s pink lips— butterflies erupt in her stomach. she can’t help but think of yesterday; the feeling of paige’s lips against her own, her tongue swirling in her mouth. she wanted nothing more than to do it again.

paige eventually removes her hand from azzi’s mouth, eyes immediately flicking to her lips. the two are so close in distance they could hear each others erratic heart beats.

“paige,” azzi whispers, breathlessly.

paige shakes her head in attempt to forget whatever just happened between the two. “so, are you going back to your dorm anytime soon?”

“i’m not really sure, to be honest. i don’t wanna see carol right now,” she says.

paige nods, “well, if you want, you can come over mine again. i don’t mind.”

azzi’s head snaps to paige, “really?”

“i mean, yeah. there’s enough room, plus dorka’s hanging out with lou.”

azzi smiles at paige’s offer, genuinely grateful. “okay, then. lead the way.”

the two girls jump up off the couch, paige throws her backpack over her shoulders while azzi picks up her phone. they walk side by side, fingers brushing occasionally as they make their way to paige’s dorm.

the room is exactly how azzi left it— paige’s bed was unmade, empty water bottles were scattered on the night stand, clothes on the floor.

“sorry about the mess,” paige says, embarrassment flooding her features. she frantically begins picking up the dirty clothing pieces and shoving them in the nearby closet.

azzi chuckles at paige’s rush to clean the room, finding it cute. “paige, it’s really okay. i don’t mind at all.”

paige slowly stops what she’s doing, before turning to the curly headed brunette. a moment of comfortable silence hangs in the air.

azzi clears her throat, “i forgot to give you your shirt back.”

paige’s lips tip up, “no worries, you can keep it for all i care.”

butterflies flutter in paige’s stomach at the thought of azzi wearing her shirt. she can’t help but like it.

azzi’s matches the grin, “thanks. it’s so comfortable, by the way.”

“glad you like it, az,” paige laughs as she lowers herself onto her bed.

azzi continues to stand awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure where to go from there.

“do you possibly have an extra toothbrush i could use? it’s okay if not, i can go—“

paige jumps up, “yeah! yeah, of course i do,” she walks into the small bathroom, opens the drawer underneath the sink and pulls out an unopened toothbrush and toothpaste. she hands it off to azzi.

“thank you, p,” azzi shows her a genuine smile.

paige nervously looks away from the younger girl, “mhm.”

minutes later, azzi comes out of the bathroom with her teeth freshly cleaned. paige is already laying in her bed, underneath the covers.

azzi looks over at the blonde, wondering if she should go over there or to dorka’s bed. but they did sleep together twice already? would it be weird to assume she’d sleep in the same bed again?

as azzi decides on dorka’s empty bed, paige speaks out. “just get over here, for goodness sake.”

azzi tries to hide her growing smile as she climbs into bed, right alongside paige. she finally settles in and gets comfortable before reaching over to turn off the lamp.

azzi doesn’t process what she’s doing until after she’s done it. she leans over and touches her lips to paige’s cheek, staying there a moment too long.

“goodnight,” azzi breaths.

paige’s eyes widen— she can practically feel her body temperature rise. she decides it’s only right to return the favor. therefore, she places her hand gentle on the back of azzi’s head for support and plops a long kiss on azzi’s cheek. before following it up with another quick one for good measure.

“goodnight.”

azzi has been tossing and turning all night long. no matter how much she repositions herself, she can’t seem to fall asleep.

her and paige remained basically binded together the entire night, regardless of azzi’s constant moving. paige rests on her back, while azzi adjusts herself once again to have her back against the blonde.

paige stirs next to her, the shift in the bed enough to pull her out of sleep. she blinks, adjusting her eyes to the dark, and notices azzi squirming from beside her.

with a soft exhale, paige leans on her elbows, and gently brushes curls behind azzi’s ear to get a better view of her face.

“you okay?” paige whispers, hand remaining on the younger girl’s cheek, lightly rubbing her thumb on her cheekbone.

a shiver runs through azzi at paige’s unexpected tenderness. she blinks up at paige, eyes locked on her beautiful blue ones.

“can’t sleep,” azzi murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

paige’s lingering hand continues to graze azzi’s cheek, “i can tell.” her eyes roam azzi’s face she’s grown to adore, before settling firmly on her full lips.

azzi brings her hand, this time, up to the back of paige’s head, fingers running through the blonde locks.

the silence between the two girls was full of tension and longing, yet neither made any effort to close their distant. not that they didn’t want to— both intensely did.

heat and desire flashed in paige’s eyes, wanting to give in so badly. she knew better, though. she knew it would ruin everything—

azzi pulls paige’s head down into a passionate kiss before she has time to react. it was different from last time— this kiss was more urgent, more forceful, and more importantly, on their own terms.

paige deepens the kiss, her hand moving to azzi’s curls, and slightly tugging. a small moan leaves her mouth, vibrating on the brunettes lips.

paige peppers kisses down azzi’s cheek, all along her neck, sucking gently, enough to leave marks for the morning.

“fuck, paige,” azzi groans.

the blonde only hums against her skin, causing azzi to pull paige’s head back up to hers and connect their lips once more.

it’s frantic, it’s tender, it’s hungry— it’s everything all at once. azzi never wants this moment to end, because she’s afraid it’ll never happen again.

paige’s hand slowly lowers beneath the covers, crawling down azzi’s chest and eventually settling on her hip.

“jesus, az,” paige whispers, breathlessly against her lips, “you feel so good.”

azzi groans, her tongue swirling in the older girls mouth, clashing with paige’s.

paige’s grip on azzi’s hip loosens; it inches farther and farther until it reaches her waistband.

azzi gasps at paige’s hand placement, causing paige to disconnect their lips and look into azzi’s eyes.

“can i?” paige asks, quietly.

azzi simply nods once, uncontrollably pulling paige into another searing kiss as her fingers disappear in her pants.

the brightness of the peaking sun through the curtains was enough to wake azzi. she rubs her eyes, adjusting to the light. her body was firmly against paige’s front, while her arm was loosely wrapped around her. she could feel paige’s soft breathing on the back of her neck.

she soon realizes she has no pants on- no underwear, either. when she begins to move, paige stirs, her eyelids fluttering open.

“god, you’re such a light sleeper,” azzi notes, giggling to herself.

paige yawns, still dazed from her long rest. she leans up onto her elbows and looks over at the brunette, who’s also staring at her. awkward silence hangs between the girls.

“so.. i should probably head back to my room,” azzi says, lifting herself off paige’s bed.

paige watches the freshmen, nervously fiddling with her fingers from the memories of the earlier morning.

“yeah, okay,” paige agrees.

azzi tugs her shirt down in attempt to cover herself up, even though paige had already seen it all. she quickly finds her clothes scattered on the floor and slides them back on, paige’s eyes on her never wavering.

as azzi walks to the door, she swiftly turns around, facing the blonde.

“let’s just forget this happened, okay?” azzi says, barely able to look paige in the eye.

a flash of hurt hits paige which she instantly covers with a nod.

“i agree,” paige responds.

“alright, good,” azzi nods, pleased with paige’s agreement. she doesn’t glance back at paige when she exits the room, leaving it completely silent.

paige was lying, though. she won’t ever forget.

[redtsundere-writes]

Ear Cleaning | Sukuna Ryomen

king!sukuna ryomen x servant!reader

Sypnosis: The king wants his ears cleaned and he chooses the new servant to do it. Contents: king x servant, kinda fluffy i guess, a lil bit of humilliation, threat, hugs, one bed. Word count: 750 words. Author's note: I like this dynamic, I'll probably write it again in the future. Let me know what you think :)

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AO3/WATTPAD VERSION

> Sukuna Ryomen had a lot of servers. They trembled if those scary red eyes of his laid on them. Everyone tried to avoid him at all costs to avoid performing tasks that involved being near him, especially cleaning his ears.

> Sukuna Ryomen hated having his sensitive ears touched but it was necessary if he wanted to have his five senses ready for every battle. He didn't want to clean his own ears because what kind of king cleans his own ears?

> Sukuna Ryomen began his search for a faithful servant to do such a task. As everyone was hiding from him, he ended up choosing you, the youngest and most inexperienced servant in the castle. He ordered you to follow him to his room and the other servants began to bless you in your way there in case they never saw you again.

> Sukuna Ryomen leaned back on his luxurious divan for you to start working. Like the evil motherfucker he is, he didn’t forget to threaten you first: "You'd better do your job well or I’ll kill you," he spat. You swallowed dryly because it was the first time you cleaned his ears and if you didn't do your job well, this would be your last.

> Sukuna Ryomen closed his eyes as you carefully cleaned the outside of his ear with a cotton swab. Your hands were gentle around his sensitive ears and the friction did not bother him because it was so minimal. Your fingers felt warm, which helped him relax. You wish you could be as relaxed as he was because were cold sweating and every move you made was calculated to not bother your majesty.

 > Sukuna Ryomen felt a shiver run down his back as you stuck a small wooden spatula into his ear to remove the excess earwax that prevented him from hearing well. "Tell me if it hurts, your majesty" you warned in a shaky voice. "Just do your job," he replied reluctantly.

> Sukuna Ryomen was falling asleep until you asked him if he could lie down on his opposite side so that you could continue the job in his other ear. He did so with a grunt of annoyance, as he was very comfortable on that side.

> Sukuna Ryomen let out a groan as soon as you stuck the spatula in too far. You paralyzed thinking he would kill you instantly. "More careful, can't you do something so simple?" he growled annoyed. You apologized immediately and continued on your task. As soon as your magic fingers touched his ear, his anger faded slowly.

> Sukuna Ryomen yawned as soon as you finished. It was getting late and you had to get back to the kitchen as soon as possible to help with dinner. Instead, he ordered you to stay and said, "Let the servants take care of it. Come here and massage my head."

> Sukuna Ryomen was lying on his gigantic bed with his head in your lap. Your fingers massaged his temples in circles softly. If you paid close attention, you could hear him purring lightly like a contented kitten even though he wasn't physically as cute as one. You started to feel less stressed since he seemed to be enjoying your attention.

> Sukuna Ryomen had fallen asleep, so you decided to sneak out of his room to join the other servants. As soon as you got off the bed, you heard that dreaded voice behind you. "Who said you could leave?" You stopped frozen in your place and turned to face him. "Come and lie with me." Your heart bounced on your chest as you heard that command, but you couldn't say “no” to the king. 

> Sukuna Ryomen pulled you into his strong arms like you were a full size teddy bear. The warmth of his body and yours merged, causing the temperature to rise between you. You had heard how badly he treated his concubines, so you were afraid he would do the same to you. All concern disappeared when he began to slowly caress your body carefully to not scratch you with his claws.

> Sukuna Ryomen didn't snore like you thought he would. He made a lighter, quieter sound, almost like a kitten with a stuffy nose. His arms wrapped around your waist and shoulders. His heavy breathing and comfortable chest encouraged you to fall asleep. "His majesty's orders" you thought so you wouldn't feel guilty about falling asleep while the other servants ran around the castle.

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[thesuperiorrobin]

𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞~

Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Damian Wayne x Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warning: mentions of blood, slight cursing, might not be accurate to real ice hockey so I apologize in advance.Damian being a demon on the ice, I wrote Damian OOC, mostly likely, he’s just in love

Damian looks flawless in ice, I’m just going to put that out there. I know he would.

He gets a bit carried away, ramming people up against the walls. That’s what he’s known for when he’s on the ice so the other team tries to stay far away from him, but also try to take the puck from him. Never really works out.

Always get penalized for it too and put in penalty for 2-5 minutes. Is pissed off at that for no reason.

The MAIN reason why his team wins. (Most of the time)

Really loyal to his team. If the opposite side ‘accidentally’ hurts his teammates he’s the first one to skate over to them. Might throw the first punch but it depends 🤷‍♀️ (100% will throw the punch no matter what :))

He gets hurt a lot. Whether it’s him digging with other or simply ramming into thing to hard , theres bound to be blood, a lots of it sometimes. But he always comes back with bandages around the wounds or maybe stitches.

If he does get hurt he puts out a little signal that only you know telling you he’s okay.

His signal in telling you that he’s going to make a goalie and dedicate it to you is literally stopping right in front of you and placing his gloved fist on the clear barricade, giving you a grin.

Buys you the tickets to go to his game. You never miss one. That’s because he says your his lucky charm during the games. That’s why his team wins all the time.

First row right next to his team where he can keep an eye one you and hold small conversations before it’s his time to go back on the ice

Likes to show off.

A lot. Only does it to impress you 

Gives you the puck he made a goalie and won with (is that allowed?)

The crowds get louder and louder as the seconds count down. You're anxious and you don't know why. Damian’s team and the opposing team are tied with points. You’ve noticed Damian’s actions get more violent as time goes on. The more violent he got the more penalties he got which is a time out on the benches. Which means the other team gets a chance at scoring a point without Damian roughly ramming them against the wall. You’re cheering him on as he glides against the ice, but soon find yourself taking a break from the yelling.

Your eyes follow his figure as he glides against the ice, hockey stick in hand as he moves the puck back and forth against the base of the stick. There’s another figure coming for him, one from the opposing team. You cringe, knowing what’s about to happen to the poor person.

Lucky it wasn’t another penalty, but you would hear the crowd gasp witnessing the sight for what seemed like the nth time in less than twenty minutes. But, every time he did get a penalty and put in the penalty box, or as you call it the time out box, you can’t help but laugh. Knowing that Damian was put out for being rough much like how a small toddler would be put in the corner for not listening at all. It was always such a funny sight. Damian rams into the person hard, knocking him down.

“OH!” Dick says from behind you “that’s gotta hurt!” You know he wasn’t talking to you but you hum and nod. Dick and the others know first hand how rough he can be, having been practicing with him last time it didn’t end will with. “I think he gave him a concussion” Tim was also behind you sitting next to Dick, while Jason was no where to be seen.

‘Probably went to go shove his face with food’

Despite being on the other team you feel bad for them and the bruises they’ll be getting the following day. Not to mention the sore body’s they’ll have to work through. You’ve been sitting in the same spot for more than an hour with each game period being at least twenty minutes long, with fifteen minute breaks. Maybe they were shorter but you really couldn’t tell.

Damian misses his shot by a few inches away from the goalie, not being able to stop in time he slams himself up against the wall, the people behind it cover their mouths out of shock and you slap your forehead, shaking your head as you watch him brush it off and continue to play. However, his coach calls him out to replace him with another teammate. He compiles but has a sour look on his face, once he reaches the dry ground he throws his stick. Clearly angry and frustrated all you could do is watch for a while as he takes off his helmet, hair slightly damp from the sweat—giving him helmet hair, all messy and pointing in different directions. It makes you laugh a little. But your sudden mood changes quickly as he sits down head in his hands—running over his sweaty black locks. You don’t think twice as you tap on the screen that keeps his and your row apart.

Damian has good hearing with a small sound so it wasn’t hard to hear you tapping away. He turns to your directions, giving you a small nod. You frown and tilt your head down a little and he rolls his eyes knowing what you're implying and gives you a forced smile. You give him a thumbs up as he scoffs, he watches carefully as you pull out your phone and type away. His eyes never leave you until you place your phone, screen side up against the clear glass divider. Green eyes squinting as he reads away:

‘don’t worry. You got the next goal. I know it!’

That sentence alone makes his heart swell. Damian takes off his right gloves and pats his chest—right where his heart would be two times. A way of saying he appreciate the small gesture.

You take your phone off the glass and erase the previous sentence replacing it with a new one—placing it back on the glass: ‘Have a plan for when you get back on the ice? He quickly reads and nods his head. At least he has a plan, you thought and place your phone back in your pocket. Hands shaking for the cold and lack of warmth you had for them considering the fact that you had forgotten your mittens at home. You focus your attention back on the game. The opposite team ahead by one point— but Damian’s team can do good without him for a while.

He’s out for about half of the game until his coach decides to replace him with another one of his teammates. He taps on the glass to get your attention and once he has it, he Winks at you before making his way back on the ice.

“So are they losing or what?” A familiar voice says beside you and you turn your head, Jason takes his seat next to you with two cups in his hand. “Where the hell have you been?”

“The line for hot chocolate got long” he hands you one “I got you one too, know you stressing over the Demon playing Disney on ice right now” the warm drink warms up your hands a little.

“Thanks. That’s nice of you Jason” You ignore the comment and he hums before he takes a sip of his one drink, eyes scanning the ice before he yells out with the audience. Someone from the Damian team made a shot and they’re tied with the other team.

You go back to cheering him on, the warm drink soothing your throat from all the yelling earlier. It’s later forgotten as you place the half empty cup on the ground right beside your foot— watching the minutes pass by quickly like seconds.

Your heart skips a beat, and not in a good way when the other team shoots their shot but thankfully they fail. With time becoming shorter and shorter it was only a matter of time before Damian took matters into his own hands and his teammates are quick to learn to stay out of it when the time was cutting short and they were off by a point or two, or in this case tied, They had faith in him and so did you.

The seat is now cold from your absence, you’re up on your feet cheering and screaming right along with his brothers who seem to be cheering louder than you. Your eyes glued to Damian as you try to keep up with his figure. He has the puck, sliding it back and forth against the curve of his stick once more.

You don’t have time to think—especially when his helmet makes a horrible sound right up against the clear barrier as one of the players from the opposite team slams into him harshly. Right in front of you as you flinch back. Cheering can be heard from the opposite side of the ice rink which is where the other team supporters were.

Your side falls silent, few gasps and murmurs could be heard. Damian’s back up on his feet, his gloved fist pressed up against the clear barrier. His eyes locked on yours with a glint of mischief and something else. One of those grins grace his lips, one that makes you smile as he waved at you before he leaves.

He’s much faster this time and it makes you think if he was slacking off all this time—or maybe it was the adrenaline that runs high in his veins with these last few minutes. He was going to make a goal, dedicating it to you. Your body feels warm and your heart skips.

“ Ohh~ I know that look” Jason teases from beside you, Dick and Tim are leaning down giving you cheeky grins.

You roll your eyes trying to hide the smile that tries to form itself on your lips “I don’t know what you mean.” You play stupid as you glance back at the game.

fifty seconds left of the last game, everyone seemed to be cheering and calling out those who were on the ice. Damian pays no mind to his teammates as they let him do what he needs to do. You cheer for him, calling out his name. Despite there being hundreds of others yelling out at the same time his mind blocks them out, every single one of them but you. they get louder the minute he gets ahold of the puck swiftly, quickly making his way to the goalie.

His main priority was to get the puck around the goaltender and into the net. He was doing this all for you and you knew that. Those fifty seconds go by quickly, as if you’ve blinked and when you open your eyes ten seconds we’re now left. Everyone counted down, even you. It felt like time went slower once it hit that five second mark, you’ve quiet yourself down and the only thing you can hear is the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. You watch Damian has he left up his stick and takes a hit.

Pointing and loud gasp could be seen and heard, half of the ice rink goes quiet—as if the loudness would mess up his plan. Right as the Puck glides under the goaltender and into the net the timer makes a sound—indicating that the game is now over and Damian scores a point, officially breaking the tie. Relief washes over you, hands thrown in the air as a yell of excitement leaves you as Damian’s brothers cheer alongside you. The other side slouches, defeated as your side basically rubs it in their fasts by how loud they were being, but you didn’t care.

A win is a win.

You can see Damian, as he is pulled into a group hug by the rest of his team, some patting his pack and some patting his helmet and shoving it gently as a gesture. The part you don’t notice is him escaping from the group and skating to the Net where he had thrown the puck before he picked it up, waving it in the air like some sort of trophy—however, in this context, it was. He shows it off with pride, making his way towards you.

With a loud yelp you’re picked up by the others, Jason, Dick, and Tim, as they lift you up until you're basically above the spectating glass. Your lover stands below on the other side with his arm stretched out high, he waits. With the help of the others, they hold on to you as you lean done and over the glass.

Your own arm stretches down as you grasp the puck in your hand. His gloves are now off and so is his helmet, his hair pointing in all directions much like earlier when he was away on a penalty, his warm hand grasping yours with the puck still in your hand

“I did that just for you, habibti!” Eyes glistening, you Can’t really tell if it’s from his sweat or his love for you.

“I know!” You laugh “I love you!”

“And I too, love you!” The crowd fills itself with loud cheers and small ‘awes’, watching the sight of the son that belonged to billionaire Bruce Wayne was a rare sight to see, considering how he would rather keep private about his relationship with you.

His warm lips connected to the coldness of your knuckles , making a mental note to bring an extra pair of gloves just for you in the future.

“If you lean down further you’re going to eat shit”

“shush I’m having a moment here”

“just saying”

Tried to make it as accurate as possible bc, again I know nothing about ice hockey. I had googled the rules and watched videos

And god knows how many references pictures I tried to find about hockey. Probably spend like an hour trying to find them just to draw Damian :|

I will be taking a short break from writing requests just bc school is starting in like a few days or so. So I can get my life together and actually have time to mentally prepare myself and fix my schedule seeing as I’ve been up most night until 6 am and waking up at 2pm.

[bakasara]

Trying to parse my thoughts on Izzy's death and why I had a different reaction to it than I thought I would. To summarize: I thought I wouldn't like it, but also that they wouldn't do it; the opposite happened– they did it but I'm ok with it.

I'm also feeling like talking through some mourning for an amazing character, so follow along if that's you, too 😌

(I should probably clarify the following thoughts are coming from someone who deeply enjoyed this season.)

I first wondered what would be of Izzy around the end of season 1. I expected him to have a heel-face turn – which I object to calling a redemption arc and I'll get into why, because the distinction ties into his death imo. A lot of antagonistic characters' changes of heart end directly in death, but I thought they'd subvert that trope. And they... did, actually, despite Izzy dying. Not an option I had imagined.

What the show avoided is the logic, the set of tropes attached to the deaths of this kind of character. These deaths usually come as a consequence of the character's changed ethics or "redemption". My being against that scenario came from the diverging natures of traditional redemption arcs and OFMD's rhetoric.

A traditional redemption arc functions by a kind of catholic logic, if you will: the villain can become one of the good guys by balancing out his "sins"/bad deeds with enough good deeds to tip a moral scale. This often involves a purifying suffering, which acts as an agent to expiate one's faults. To the viewer, this suffering can serve to activate our empathy and make the character more sympathetic. It can also legitimize his quest: our trust in the character's good intentions comes from seeing that the character is ready to make sacrifices to become better and he isn't deterred by the hardships of doing the right thing.

The death occurring at the end of a traditional redemption arc acts as the ultimate sacrifice and/or purification. A number of ideas might be at play behind it, depending on each story: only in death can the soul become fully pure, or a final sacrifice is "needed" to demonstrate the change once and for all, or change was only possible up to a point after which there is no viable/acceptable future – the character deserves moral points for changing, but not so many that he also deserves a full life, or past crimes make him more expendable, etc.

But these are all ideas that aren't evoked in any of the crew's journey in OFMD. For starters, the show isn't interested in "catholic" redemption; its focus is on reintegration/rehabilitation into the community. Rather than appealing to the more traditional (in Western media) and more christian principle of "purification of the soul through mortification of the body", it plays with notions of restorative justice.

We see it especially this season with Ed and Izzy. Ed's arc is a whole little lab for it. We have the community being made to decide whether he can stay or should leave; catbell!Ed is made to apologize to the people affected – which he initially does abysmally, with what fandom has dubbed his "CEO's/YouTube apology". Later, he's given the opportunity to have a more honest and genuine conversation with Fang where he learns about how he hurt him. He's made to repair some of the material damage his behavior caused. Some members feel repaid by the idea that they did to him the same he did to them (Fang) while others don't (Lucius), and the show touches on what this means for each/legitimizes both feelings. Arguably, Ed using his treasure to throw Calypso's birthday party – a much needed refrain and moment of social (re-)connection within the community – is an additional form of reparation. While Stede's belief in Ed has a clear role in helping Ed change for the better, Izzy's s2 journey focuses even more intensely on the role of social support within an individual's constructive (re-)integration into their community. The show is condensed by choice of format, but the beats are all there.

With that kind of rhetoric set up, I'd never be able to accept Izzy dying in a way that feels like a punishment for his past crimes, nor in a way that should "confirm" his positive change/"purify" him for good. And he doesn't! By the time he dies, we know full well he's deeply changed, it's already established to completion. How it happens has nothing to do with proving himself – he's randomly shot in battle. It's never questioned that the time he got to live surrounded by affection mattered. The speech he gives Ed is only possible because he's changed, accessing a completely different perspective on piracy/life than before, like we see when he talks to Ricky earlier. The reason the whole crew is paying respect and crying is because he became "the new unicorn", a treasured member with a defined role. But his death itself is the show going back to the initial symbolism of Izzy as ultimate pirate. The narrative function of his death is underscoring that the age of piracy has come to an end. It's nothing to do with his change. It's posited as the "natural conclusion" (again, by symbolic function) of a character that represented piracy through-and-through, not the "natural conclusion" of a process of becoming better.

And for me, that difference changes everything. I can see and accept the logic behind it, even as I mourn Izzy as a character. It makes the grief feel like a catharsis I experience within the context of the story I'm watching, rather than a grief I feel from a show "betraying" me.

It's also a difference that completely changes how Izzy's death relates to his queerness. Izzy's change is intertwined with being able to express queer affection openly. Becoming "a unicorn" is this extremely queer imagery already – a magical rainbow creature. His role becomes akin to a mother to the crew (the mother hen!Izzy many headcanoned last season, tapping into his potential), a position that isn't extraneous to older queens, including our honored real-life mean-old-queer men. Last season he threatened another queer man for showing too much delicacy, effeminacy, vulnerability. Now, his change is a process that culminates in him singing a tender love song among the crew in drag. He's given the privilege of playing the soundtrack to our protagonists making love for the first time, which ties him symbolically to the event in a way it does no other crew member. Suffice it to say that insinuating his process of change should end in death would have been disastrous, as far as I'm concerned. Antithetical to the show's supporting ideology.

But that's not how it went. Grief occupies a big role in the queer community, but it's so rare that we get to experience it cathartically. In real life, we often have to contend with the ways queerphobia causes us trauma or even shortens our lives, or the lives of our friends. In fictional narratives, a lot of characters that get to express queerness unabashedly still die for the transgression. They're still usually the only queer character with relevant screen time or at all, at best one of two that formed a tragic couple.

We almost never have the opportunity to just mourn some motherfucker who died because they meant something else as well that was central to their character. To mourn and know we're mourning someone who wasn't ever punished for being queer-as-in-fuck-you and going all out. To mourn and not feel like it's another message of queer doom, because for once the character is surrounded by an entire crew of other queer characters that go on to live and be happy. To know the story is saying something about life, not about being queer. To know this kind of crafting was deliberate, too, because the creator has talked about working to avoid those tropes. I struggle to remember another time I had the opportunity to grieve for a queer character like they're a human being, without the implication that it's queerness itself that's a death sentence.

And honestly? It feels good. It feels like a form of catharsis I do not dislike. That I'm maybe kinda glad for. OFMD is and stays a magical world. Beyond that, in a show full of queers, one of them dies after getting some extraordinarily meaningful happiness, and it's peaceful, and I get to just be sad for the fucker without the gutting of being reminded that if you're gay, better not shoot too high. It feels like a completely different emotion that no other show, for now, would give me, but OFMD. To me, it's yet another thing it's pulled off.

As it's been known to do.

[midnight-talescape]

𝒦𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝓇 𝒦𝒾𝓁𝓁 (𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒱𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Kinktober Day 31: Gangbang

This is starting to become a common reoccurrence.

No I don’t have favorites.

Might draw cute comic of this later after I ignore all the smut.

Anyway I’M FREEEEEEE

Warning: inappropriate use of stand, public oral, very non con, gamgbang, probably a million other thing, yandere, very very non con, ooc, etc etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

Word Count: something kish

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You did a big stretch as you stepped out of the train. Your entire body felt like it was aching, (which was to be expected after a 10 hour ride) but your eyes was filled with excitement as you felt the wind blow through your hair.

This is where your new life start, although you can’t say you weren’t scared of the prospect of being alone in a new town…

But hey you gotta start somewhere right?

You hum a happy tune, before quickly grabbing your luggage and heading towards the place you will be staying at for the time being.

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As you cross the street, you suddenly felt a strong grip on your wrist. Before you can react the hand pulled you back quickly, just in time to avoid being hit by a car speeding through the road.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you whirl around to thank whoever just saved you from what was probably a very painful hospital visit.

The man stood who before you was tall, taller than most man you have seen in your life. His expression was stoic as he stared ahead of you, seemingly more interested in something else.

Your body was still shaking from the adrenaline as you thanks him for pulling you out of the way of the car. Or at least you think it was him, since there was no one else who could have pulled you back.

He finally look down at you, his lips twitched, as if wanting to say something. But in the end he didn’t, only moving his hat a bit lower, covering his eyes from you before speaking,

“You should watch where you’re going.”

His voice was cold, but there’s a hint of something else in it. Almost as if he was holding back from saying more to you.

Not noticing his internal conflict you nodded your head, apologizing again before continuing on your way. Your wrist still tingling as though someone was still holding onto them.

You shook your head at the thought.

Thats absurd.

Theres no one around you.

But as you walked, you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched. Every few seconds, you would turn your head to look behind you, but there was nothing there.

You decided to put it out of your mind for now and focus on the task at hand. You had a lot to do in order to get settled into your new home.

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Jotaro watched as you continued on your way, his eyes narrowing as he felt Star Platinum's desire to follow after you. He could sense his Stand's need to go after you, the way he pulled at him, wanting to stay close to you.

“Star Platinum, let’s go.”

He turn and start walking in the opposite direction, ignoring the way Star Platinum protest, the way he fought against him.

Trying to control Star Platinum was something he wasn't use to. He had always followed his order without hesitation, so the way he was acting was strange to say the least.

“Ora ora…”

Star Platinum turn to look at you one last time, his eyes filled with disappointment before disappearing reluctantly.

He couldn’t understand this feeling.

Couldn’t understand why he felt this intense desire to pull you into his arm, to protect you and have you never leave his sight.

But it doesn’t matter.

He will see you again.

He’s sure of it.

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You stood still as you felt yourself being wrapped in a warm hug. You couldn’t really see what or who was hugging you, but it has become an oddly common and comforting experience for you.

In the several weeks since you have come to Morioh, you had gotten use to the many ghost who apparently just reside in this town, and if you had to be honest you quite enjoy their presence.

After a few minutes you let out a soft sigh and tapped his arm lightly (or what you assume is his arm) “Hey, I have to go now. I will come back later okay?”

Magician's Red stayed silent at your word and for a moment, he seemed to consider not letting you go. His grip tightening ever so slightly as his warmth seep into you.

But then he exhaled softly, dipping his head down and touching your forehead with his beak gently. Almost as if he was giving you a kiss, before finally releasing you.

You let out a soft giggle as you felt the kiss, smiling brightly in his direction, before waving a quick good bye and heading toward college again.

He stood silently as he watch you left, he could still see your warm smile in his mind and it almost made him want to pull you back into his arms again.

Seeing the look on his face and sensing his thought, Avdol walked out of the shadow. Gently patting his shoulders, as if trying to calm him down.

He have already received news from Jotaro about you. You seem to unknowingly attract Stand who comes near you and as of right now they have decided to not do anything about it. Since you seem to be unaware of your power in the first place and it’s hasn’t really cause any harm.

Of course if he had to point out a problem it will be…

Avdol sigh heavily as he looked at Magician Red, the way he stared after you, his body language spoke volume of his feelings and protective instincts for you.

“Let’s go…”

Magician Red was reluctant to leave, but he obeyed Avdol’s words, disappearing into the air.

He knew Avdol was right, there was no point in lingering. But he couldn’t forget the way you fit so perfectly in his arms, or the way you smile at him.

He will be counting down the seconds till he see you again.

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You mindlessly squeeze the invisible tentacle in your hand as you focus on the lecture. As you start to write down your note, you scratch the tendril lightly only to look up when you heard a muffled groan.

“Are you okay, Professor Kakyoin?” Your voice was filled with concern as you look up at him, your hand still unconsciously squeezing tighter around the tentacle as you saw the flushed look on his face,

Kakyoin blinks, his face still flush as he look down at you with a awkward smile. “Yes, I'm fine (Y/N). Just thinking about something.”

He watch as Hierophant Green continue to coil around your limb, a sigh escaped his lip as he discreetly tried to will Hierophant Green away from you. But the Stand seem completely unresponsive, instead moving even closer to you.

You nodded your head at his answer, not even questioning anything as you felt Hierophant Green’s tendrils snaking up your arms and legs. His whole body pressed against your back nestling into the crook of your neck and letting out a please sound at your proximity.

It was clear that the Stand wanted nothing more than to wrap himself around you completely, to pull you into his embrace until there was no space left between the two of you, to wrap around you completely, to hide you from the eyes of others.

Kakyoin sigh internally at the sight, this was not good. He had a feeling Hierophant Green wasn't going to let you go anytime soon.

Maybe he should talk to Jotaro about it after class. He'll know what to do.

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“I don’t know what to do.”

You sat quietly in the corner of the office as you watch Professor Kujo and Professor Kakyoin having a rapid conversation.

“Am I in trouble?” You asked quietly, your body curled up on the chair and Hierophant Green still wrapped tightly around you,

Jotaro and Kakyoin stop talking immediately when they hear your voice, they exchange a glance before turning to you, their eyes twitching as they see Hierophant Green and Star Platinum both still trying to pull you towards them respectively.

"No, (Y/N). You're not in trouble," Jotaro said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest. "We just wanted to have a chat with you."

Kakyoin nods in agreement, offering you a small smile. "Yes, we just wanted to check in on you, see how you're settling in."

Hierophant Green tightened his grip on you at Kakyoin’s word, as if scared that you would be taken away, practically hiding you from view.

Star Platinum let out a angry “Ora!” before yanking at Hierophant Green's tentacles, trying to pry you free and pull you into his arm instead.

The tension in the room was palpable, the two Stands glaring at each other, each refusing to back down.

Sensing the tension in the air, your hand automatically finding Star Platinum’s hand without much effort.

“Be good.”

Your voice lowered to a whisper as you gently caressed (?) his hand in a comforting motion.

“Both of you.” You added quickly when you felt the tentacle tightening around your arms, your other hand softly stroking the tentacle,

Star Platinum immediately calms down at your touch, his anger dissipating in an instant. He hold your hand gently in his far bigger hand, his eyes closing in contentment as you comfort him. The sensation of your hand in his sending shivers down his spine.

Hierophant Green, on the other hand, continues to hide his face in the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your skin.

Jotaro and Kakyoin exchange a glance, both of them raising their eyebrows at the sight. They could see the way the two Stands reacted to your touch, the way they calmed and became more affectionate.

It was clear that you had some sort of effect on Stands, a power that they couldn't quite understand.

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“Who’s my favorite strange ghost, in all of Morioh? It’s you, the prettiest kitty cat of them all!”

No you was not possessed and no you’re not crazy.

You have recently figured out that theres a cat like ghost around this cafe and have been coming here for lunch ever since.

Granted the cat is taller then you and have like a 6 pack abs, but it’s act like a cat and have cat ears.

So it’s a cat, clearly.

And who can say no to a giant cat?

Not you.

“I love you, I love you, I love you soooo much.” You said giggling as you felt Killer Queen the soft rumble in his throat as he purr loudly, his ears twitching lightly,

Thank god no one was here to see you.

Killer Queen let out another low, rumbling purr as you gently stroke his ears. His eyes closing in pleasure as you babble your affections to him.

"Mrrrp."

Even if you couldn't see him, he knew you could feel his presence. He leans in closer, his face nearly touching yours as he gazes into your eyes. He silently ask for more love, more affection, more of your undivided attention.

The way you say "I love you" to him over and over in that sweet, gentle voice of yours, almost made him wants to take you away from your life and keep you for himself.

He’s sure Kira won’t mind, he had enough money to keep you happy and he will keep you safe.

Just you and him.

Forever

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You was walking back to college when you heard a scream from above you. You look up and your eyes widened as you saw the flower pot hurtling toward you.

Fuck!

Your body froze and you couldn’t move. The world seem to slow down and all you could do was close your eyes as you waited for impact.

Suddenly you felt a jerking in time, and the next thing you know the World was holding you tightly against his chest, his arms wrapped around you protectively. He could feel your body shaking, the way your heart beats rapidly against his chest as you star dumbfounded at the flower pot that’s now shattered against the ground where you was previously standing.

"Muda…"

He whisper lowly as if to comfort you, to assure you that you’re safe in his arm. His grip on you was tight, refusing to let you leave his embrace until you calm down.

“T-thank you…”

I

You managed to say, your body still shaking but calming down slightly. You don’t even want to think about what could have happened if he didn’t move you out of the way in time.

They really are your guardian angel.

He hummed softly in response at your thanks, his hand coming up to stroke your hair.

"Muda..."

He wanted to keep you safe, keep you close. He didn't want anything bad happening to you ever again.

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It was late, and you were exhausted. You laid your head down on the table, your mind still buzzing with numbers and letters that no longer made sense. You felt so tired, but sleep eluded you.

"Mmm... let me fucking die, this sucks..." You grumbled. Your eyelids felt heavy, but your mind was still racing with homework and assignments.

Suddenly, the sound of raindrops pattering against the window could be heard. Weather Report float outside your window, his form blurred by the rain. He could sense your exhaustion, how tired you were.

He can help you sleep.

He focused his power, letting the rain become a soothing lullaby. The scent of petrichor soon filled the air and you felt your eyelids growing heavier.

Sleep...

Your eyes flutter close, and soon, you was fast asleep. Weather Report watched over you, before floating into the room and carefully wrap his arm around you. Pulling you against his chest he carried you to your bed and tuck you into your bed.

Good night, little raindrop…

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The marks left by Hierophant Green on your arms and legs has left you with a troubled expression on your face. The clingy Stand had been leaving more and more bruise like mark on you, and they were getting harder to hide.

With a sigh you sat on the bench, trying to come up with a solution to your problem.

Suddenly, you feel a hand grab your arm, pulling you closer. You gasp as you felt a warm, wet tongue licking your skin, slowly licking away at the marks Hierophant Green left.

“W-what?” Your eyes widen in surprise before you try to pull your arm back, but you couldn’t.

Instead you was pulled into someone’s arm, his breath warm as he continues to lick your skin. His eyes focused solely on healing you, his tongue moving methodically across the marks Hierophant Green left behind.

In your bewilderment he pulls you closer, as if trying to get a better angle to lick you. He nuzzles into your neck, his nose pressed against your skin as he breathes in your scent.

His hands move to your other arm, gripping it tightly as he starts to lick those marks too. He seems determined to heal every single one, to erase any trace of another's touch on your skin.

You can feel his muscles tense beneath your skin, his body trembling with restraint as he tries to control his urges.

“W-wait… stop…” you cried out, your skin flushing as you felt him letting go of your arm only to move onto your legs,

Crazy Diamond ignored your protests, gripping your legs firmly and pulling them apart so he could get better access to your body.

You can feel his tongue dragging across your leg, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. He seems to be taking his time, savoring every moment as he heals you.

He can't bear the thought of anyone else touching you.

The metal on his face press againstyour inner thigh. His tongue flicks out, licking the sensitive skin there, making you gasp.

“D-don’t lick there…” you wailed out, your body shaking as you felt the hot breath on your clothed pussy, “…let me go…”

Crazy Diamond pauses for a moment, his hot breath still brushing against your inner thighs. He looked up at you, his eyes swirling with confusion.

He doesn’t understand why you’re trying to push him away. Why you want him to stop. He’s just trying to remove the mark on your body.

He dragged his tongue along the edge of your panties. You can feel the fabric dampen, his hands holding you in place as he presses his tongue against your clothed pussy.

He doesn't notice that his grip is starting to bruise your skin, that his possessiveness is bordering on dangerous territory. All he cares about is keeping you safe, keeping you his.

You squirm as the sensation of his tongue sent waves of unfamiliar pleasure through your body. You couldn’t see him, only the sensation of his tongue sliding across your skin and the inability to get away.

He hummed against your skin, using his thumbs to push your panties aside and exposing your glistening folds to the cool air. He wasted no time in pressing his tongue against your sensitive flesh, licking and delving into your wet pussy.

He could feel your hands pushing at his head, trying to push him away, but he didn't stop.

He didn't stop until he felt you cumming, your nectar flooding his mouth. Only then did he pull away, looking up at you with confusion in his eyes.

He didn’t understand why you were crying, all he wanted was to heal you, to remove the mark on you. He reached up to wipe away your tears, his touch gentle as he pulled you against his chest.

“Dura dura…”

He just want you to only have him.

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You stood up and get ready to leave the church, your legs still shaky from what happened merely hours ago.

You was silent as you remembered what the priest said.

It was okay at first, just a few invisible being in your life. Invisible friends that you can talk to, people in your life do you won’t be so lonely in a nee town.

You hadn’t expected them to… to do whatever the fuck just happened.

Maybe it’s safer to be unable to interact with them.

Your eyes suddenly widened when you felt yourself pulled into a closet, a hand on your waist and the familiar feeling of something invisible holding onto you.

He pressed you against the wall, his free hand moving to grip your chin, forcing you to look up so he can see your eyes.

He knew what had happened with Crazy Diamond, he had heard it all. The way he touched you, the way he made you cum. It made him angry, jealous, violent.

How dare some other stand touch what was his.

"Don't worry, I'll make you feel good. Better than any of those other stands could."

He didn't give you a chance to respond, to react at hearing him speak, his hands already working on removing your clothes. He was determined to have you, consequences be damned.

He lean down and capture your lips in a bruising kiss, forcing your mouth open as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

As you choked on his long tongue, his hands moved to your skirt, yanking them down along with your underwear. He kicked your legs apart, his fingers immediately seeking out your pussy.

Without warning, two fingers forced their way into your tight hole causing you to cry out at the sudden intrusion. You can feel every ridge and callous on his fingers, the metal on his knuckle scrapping your wall as he stretch you painfully open.

Hearing your pained whimper he finally broke the kiss, his breath hot as he growled into your ears, "Mine," his eyes wild, his voice low and possessive. "All fucking mine."

He didn’t care about your comfort, only his desperate need to claim you as his own. As he finger you harder, the only thing you can hear was the wet squelching that echo in the small closet, mixed with your cries.

"Fuck, your little cunt feels so good wrapped around my fingers. I bet it'll feel even better around my cock." He groaned out, before pulling his fingers out with a wet pop,

He lined himself up at your cunt, the head of his cock nudging against your abused cunt. With one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, splitting you open on his thick cock.

You scream, your hands scrabbling at his back as he immediately started to move, not giving you time to adjust to his cock.

Each thrust jolted your body, your breast bouncing with the force of his movements. Pain was mixed with pleasure, your body torn between crying and moaning.

"Take it, fucking take it," he snarled against your skin, "This is what happens when you let other stands touch you. This is your punishment."

Your cries of pain and pleasure filled the small space, bouncing off the walls and mixing with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin. White Snake didn't care if anyone heard, all he cared about was making sure you never forget you belong to him.

You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your mind blanking as he fucks you senseless. You cried out as your orgasm crashed over you, your pussy clenching and fluttering around his cock.

Tears stream down your face, your lip trembling with the intensity of it all.

You feel like you're going to break.

"Please, please..." you sob, your hands scrabbling weakly at his arms. "Please, it hurts..."

He ignores your pleas, picking up the pace, fucking you through your orgasm and straight into another.

"Look at you, cumming so hard on my cock. You were made for this, made to be fucked and used."

With a final, brutal thrust, White Snake buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself in your tender cunt. You could feel his seed painting your insides as it filled up your womb.

But he didn't stop, didn't pull out. He kept fucking you, using your body like a cocksleeve, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into your womb.

You were lost, drowning in pleasure, your mind breaking. You could only hold on as he used you to his heart’s content.

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You opened your eyes weakly, your body feeling like it had been through utter hell. Your pussy was raw and aching, the pain radiating through your core.

As you looked around, blinking away the haze of exhaustion, you saw a strange white humanoid with spikes and clouds surrounding it looming over you.

You tried to speak, to ask who he was and where you were, but all that came out was a pained whine as you felt something warm pouring into your already abused cunt.

Glancing down, you saw Hierophant Green's tentacle spreading your swollen pussy apart, allowing Weather Forecast to pour water into your pussy, washing away the remnants of White Snake's cum lodge deep inside you.

Around you, the other stands were gathered, their postures tense and angry. They didn’t speak, but their intentions were clear - they felt anger towards White Snake for touching you first, but that didn't stop them from wanting to claim you themselves.

“W-what? Who are you guys—“ your question was stopped short and a muffled wail escaped you,

The World loomed over you, his muscular form casting a shadow across your face. His hand pressed against your stomach, causing a gush of water and cum to pour out of your pussy. His presence was oppressive, the air around him heavy and suffocating.

Killer Queen stepped forward, his imposing figure moving with a predatory grace. He leaned down, sniffing at your neck, inhaling your scent. His large hand came up to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

Star Platinum moved closer on your other side, his presence like a physical weight. He ran a hand down your side, his touch almost gentle compared to the others.

Magician Red watched from the back, his bird-like head tilting as he observed the scene unfold. The bulge in hid pant belying his serious nature.

Weather Forecast continued to pour water into your pussy, the liquid sloshing out around Hierophant Green's tentacle. The wet squelching sounds filled the room, obscenely loud.

After a few more round of that, you can only let out soft cries as you try to curl up. Your legs unable to close as they force it open again, your eyes wet with tears as you look up at them wondering if it was finally over.

But to your dismay Killer Queen grabbed your legs, forcing them further apart as he moved between them. He lined up his cock, rubbing the tip against your sore entrance.

Your body arched as he pushed inside his ribbed cock scrapping against your walls. Hierophant Green’s tentacle thrusting in tandem with his cock, making you feel fuller then you ever thought possible.

Your hands clawed at the sheet in futile, your body shining with sweat as you’re force to take in their cock. You instinctively let out a scream when you felt them flipped you over, Magician Red’s cock pressing against your ass. His cock felt like a burning rod against your tender flesh, and you could swear you saw flame surrounding it in your peripheral vision.

But very soon it was no longer your concern when you’re head was forced up and before you can react Star Platinum was shoving his cock down your throat.

You let out a whimper as you were use from all side. It was painful, but the sensation of having so many of your most sensitive part use so brutally was shattering your mind. You could barely keep track of who’s using where and how long it continued.

One second you were getting fuck on both side by Killer Queen and Magician Red, the next you were getting eaten out until you were a sobbing mess by Weather Forecast.

The most fucked up part about this?

You could sense their thought, their feelings and their desire.

They didn’t want to hurt you.

They just want to claim you until you were filled with nothing but their essence, until you can no longer leave them and can only stay beside them as they take care of you.

It was cruel.

It was violent.

It was their sick twisted for of love.

You couldn’t escape even if you wanted to.

As you felt another load of cum shot into your womb, your body a mess of cum, bruises, and bite mark, it was finally over.

You let out a weak tremble as they pulled out of you. You couldn’t tell who picked you up and hold you against their chest. Their hand now gentle as they cleaned up your abused body, as though they weren’t the one who just gangbang you for god know how long.

Your eyes felt too heavy to open, you let out a soft little sigh when you was carefully placed onto your bed and they soon all crowded around you trying to get as close to you as possible before quieting down.

As you drifted off into a deep sleep you heard them whispering to you.

Their voice filled with love, obsession, and desperation.

Please love us

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Stand Name: Kiss or Kill

Stand Appearance: None

Ability: Obsessive Attraction

Kiss or Kill is a psychological Stand ability that deeply affects the minds of other Stand around the user. When activated, it causes any Stand who perceives the user to experience intense, uncontrollable attraction toward them. This infatuation starts off harmless, with the affected individuals simply drawn to the user, but it rapidly escalates into a form of dangerous obsession.

Those under Kiss or Kill’s influence become fiercely possessive, even violently protective, willing to do anything to keep the user safe or close to them. As the obsession grows, affected individuals may turn against friends or allies, viewing them as rivals. In the most extreme cases, they will hurt the user in order to keep them safe with them.

The obsession are activated passively with no way for the user to stop or control.

[freaknerd33]

Hello! I hope you’re having a great day/night!! I had this idea but I’m lacking my writing skills so here we go,

Mirage and octane dating their s/o (l HC that octane would date someone the opposite of him, the rare occasion that he will stop just for them) but their s/o want to keep it a secret because they’re scared people won’t like that they are in a relationship in general (like when kpop celebrities date someone and their fans go crazy toxic) idk if this makes sense but thank you and take care!!

HELLO!! I have emerged from finals ٩( ᐛ )و on that apex grind to celebrate. Hope y’all are doing good. :) And that I captured the vision for this one!

also imagine the internet in the 2700s… has to be a thousand times the hell it is right now.

Dating the Legends in Private

pairings: mirage x reader / octane x reader

content included: private relationship situations, relationship boundaries, gn reader, semi-fluff?

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Mirage

༻ Mirage has a lot of things. Money and success from the bloodsport he made his career. A reputation and bloated ego followed around by cameras.

༻ But he’s never had love before. Not in the way he does with you. And it’s an entirely different thing from all that…

༻ It’s not something you can just show to the public so easily. But he really wants to.

༻ “I love you, so my fans will love you!”

༻ It doesn’t really work like that… with the Apex games being so big, Mirage is nothing less of a trending celebrity. That’s too many eyes peering into your relationship, you think.

༻ And people online can be heinous.

༻ Though his ecstatic pitch and sweet smile almost had you sold on the idea, you had to mention your concerns over the tougher realities of being in the public eye alongside him.

༻ He knows, but he loved the idea so much he was hoping you’d wanna risk everything for it like he wants to…

༻ He’s a little sad, but of course he keeps you off his social media as you wish; no questions asked.

༻ He probably thinks about it further and also starts making himself less recognizable when he’s in public with you. Wouldn’t want a fan or paparazzi disrupting a date with you after all.

༻ Not to mention the idea of anyone saying something below respectful or endearing of you makes his chest puff a little. He’d have no qualms confronting the source of the act. Online or otherwise…

༻ Wouldn’t be too surprised (or disappointed) if he got into a controversy for that!

Octane

༻ We’re well aware he lives on social media.

༻ Phone and selfie stick always on hand. Livestreams during the most casual of times.

༻ So I can imagine that if you didn’t let him know about your boundaries beforehand, you’re gonna find yourself in an awkward situation where a camera is shoved in your face and honestly— depending on how much you really don’t wanna be seen— you might catch your boy off guard with the harsh shove you gave his arm when he moved to pan the camera to you.

༻ He just thought a semi-regular appearance with the two of you together would be nice. Sure, he’s an adrenaline junkie, always doing crazy stunts, and that’s what people wanna see. But daredevil activities are not the only thing that make him happy.

༻ You make him happy too, so he wants to post you. But he completely understands the turn it could take.

༻ Realistically, I imagine him sneaking a photo of you onto his social media anyway. Perhaps a blurry portrait of you. The candid, aesthetic kind that has you mid smile.

༻ Whether you scold him for technically going against your wishes or not is up to you.

༻ And depending on how serious you seem with wanting to keep your relationship separate from his public persona, he’d probably think back on how he handled that. He’d start to feel a little regretful. It makes him realize he may have lost some of your trust. And he definitely doesn’t want that.

༻ He decides to take down the post and apologize to you. Sure, there are still screenshots and reposts out there. But that’s all they’ll ever see of you from this point forward. For once, he’ll take this seriously.

༻ And for a guy who isn’t known for handling consequences well, the idea of negative comments from celebrity articles or the typical weird, possessive behavior from fans upsets him and he now understands your reasoning more.

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[dsireland86]

OMG if you are willing could you do a Craig Reynolds x fem reader and i was thinking maybe like a Roommate to lover thing for them and he has like a sudden realization of his feeling maybe seeing her talk to Nick or Matt?

I apologize to the Anon who requested this a while ago. Life gets in the way a lot sometimes.

Roommates

Tags: @philomenie @supersquirrel1996 @foliosgirl @angelmarie89 @fadingintothegrey @theanarchymuse95 @thisbicc @lma1986 @dominuslunae @shayzillaaaa @thefallenangel @fadingintothegrey

Craig pulled into the parking garage of his flat from another long day at the studio. One more successful podcast down, two more to go before tour started for him and his band "The Stray", so knocking these things out were critical in order for him to put all of his effort into practice and rehearsals.

Checking his phone on the way up the lift, Craig noticed the text he received from one of his American friends, Folio, telling him that he and his band were headed over his way on their latest tour and wanted to catch up. Craig was excited as he quickly wrote out his response in a massive 'hell yes, brother' before hitting send.

He entered the flat, closing the door behind him and locking it. He tossed his keys on the end table and removed his jacket, dropping it on the couch as his phone vibrated in his pocket. He checked it, immediately chuckling at Folio's response.

"Such a little fucker, that one is," he muttered while typing.

"Who is?"

Craig looked up and saw his roommate of the last year, walking out from the kitchen. Y/N looked amazing as ever: her hair piled up on top of her head, her favorite apron hanging around her neck, and a curious look on her beautiful face. He smiled the moment he saw her, frozen where he stood.

"Craig," she called out, grinning at him. Y/N had such a pretty smile, one of the prettiest he'd ever seen.

"What? Oh, sorry," he apologized, shaking himself out of his daze, smiling back at her.

Lately, Craig found himself getting this odd nervous feeling in his chest and would occasionally get lost in thought whenever she was around him. The times they'd spend together, cooking up a meal or binge watching t.v. were turning into some of his favorite things to do, and he couldn't understand why. She'd been here for over a year already. Nothing had changed. Had it?

"Anywayyyy," Y/N laughed, "who's the 'little fucker'," nodding towards the phone in his hand.

"Oh, just a friend from America. He and his band are coming here for the start of their European tour, and wanted to catch up. Just an inside joke he reminded me of that had me laughing."

"Oh cool, what band is he in?"

"Just a small metalcore band. You've probably never heard of them since you don't really listen to that kind of stuff," Craig shrugged, bracing himself with his large hand on the back of the couch. His eyes followed her, unable to look away for a second. What the fuck was happening to him?

Y/N began to straighten the blankets and pillows on the opposite side of the cough frowning the moment she noticed Craig's jacket tossed into the pile of fluff. His focus took a detour, paying more attention to the way her brow creased and lips pressed into a thin line at whatever had her distracted. She was perfectly adorable in all the right ways.

"What's wrong?"

"Your jacket doesn't go there, Craig," she scolded.

"What?" Craig straightened up looking around him, confused.

"There, on the couch," she implied, nodding towards the garment in question.

He realized quickly what she was talking about, grabbing his jacket immediately. He didn't like the feeling of being scolded by someone like Y/N. She made him feel bad, like he'd disappointed her, and that was something he never wanted to do.

"I'll just, uh, I'll just take it to my room, mum," he joked, grinning the moment her eyes lit up from her smile.

"That's not what I was aiming for," Y/N muttered quietly.

Craig laughed, walking around the couch and pulled her into a hug.

"Awe, I'm only kidding! I appreciate everything you do around here, keeping things tidy and in order. God, I hope you never plan to move out. This place would go to shit for sure if you did."

When they parted, Y/N cheeks held the perfect shade of pink.

"You're blushing," he pointed out, caressing her cheek softly as he looked down at her.

"Am I?" She brought her hands to her cheeks, covering the proof of her embarrassment.

"Yeah, that's alright, though. I like that color red. It looks lovely on you."

Slowly, Y/N looked up at Craig, still encased in his arms, and smiled softly. His heart was racing the longer he held her. And the longer she stared into his eyes, the more he realized he wanted to desperately kiss her. Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket, killing the mood instantly. Y/N flew out of his arms, taking a step back.

"Fuck me," he sighed, watching her nervously play with her fingers, refusing to look up at him. He pulled out his phone, pissed that it was a call he actually had to answer.

As he talked, Craig watched as Y/N finished tidying the living area and wandered back into the kitchen. He cursed silently to himself for having to kill the moment between the two of them, vowing to himself to make up for embarrassing her in any way that he might have.

A few weeks later, Craig was meeting with Folio and Matt, at a local pub. While everyone enjoyed a few drinks and some food, they spent the next few hours catching up on life, music and touring.

"So you'll be over here for a while then. No plans of going back to the States anytime soon?"

Folio shook his head. "No, not yet. We have a six week lineup, so things will be busy." His eyes quickly darted behind Craig, to the girl who'd just walked in, distracting him.

"Earth to Folio," Craig laughed, kicking him from under the table, while Matt nudged his shoulder.

"What? Sorry. What did you say," Folio apologized.

"What are you looking at?" Craig asked?

"Yeah, what's up, Folio?" Matt asked, taking a sip of his water.

"Nothing," Folio lied, lowering his head to hide his slight embarrassment. "That girl over there just got my attention for a second. Anyway, what were you saying?"

"What girl?" Craig's head snapped around, looking behind him.

"Are you talking about her?" Matt said, flicking his head at the bar?"

"Oh her!?" Craig shouted. "Oh that's Y/N. She's my roommate. Has been for about a year now," he informed, turning back around and taking a huge gulp of his beer.

"You have a roommate now?" Folio asked,brows creasing.

"Wow, wow, wow, wait, you have a girl roommate, now?" Matt corrected.

"Shut the fuck up," Craig laughed playfully. "What's it matter if she's a girl? We're friends."

"Hmmm... friends? With benefits?" Matt teased, grabbing a handful of fries.

"Fuck off, Dierkes! It's not like that," Craig scolded, jokingly.

"Dude, she's fucking hot," Folio added, taking a sip of his beer, unable to keep his eyes of her.

A restless feeling began to grow in the pit of Craig's stomach.

"Oh, you think so, huh," he asked, rubbing his fingers over the scruff on his chin.

"Yeah, she is pretty cute," Matt added, eyes peering over Craig's shoulder.

"Huh. Well, she lives with me not you, so the two of you can fuck off and leave us alone," Craig joked, nervously laughing hoping to drop the conversation of how hot and cute the three of them thought Y/N was. Not that he didn't notice. For days now, ever since that night in the apartment where he found himself longing to kiss her, he'd started noticing little things about Y/N that he hadn't before; things he ached to touch and feel.

"Hey!"

Craig's knee slammed into the table, startled by her hand on his shoulder and the sound of her sweet voice.

"Bloody hell!"

"Oh my gosh, Craig are you okay!" Y/N cried, covering her mouth with her hands to hide her amusement.

"Yeah man, what the fuck," Folio teased, picking up his empty beer bottle that fell over.

"Motherfucker that hurt," Craig cursed, rubbing his knee under the table."

"I bet it did. Did I scare you?" Y/N asked, taking the empty seat next to him.

Craig tossed his head around. "Yeah, a little," he chuckled, finally looking up at her. God she looked stunning. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, highlighting the color of her eyes. It was right then, especially knowing that other guys were looking at her the way he felt for her on the inside, that Craig realized the truth. He was falling for her; hard and fast.

Y/N tossed her back, laughing about something in the story Matt and Folio were telling her. Something about the way she was involved with his two friends sitting across from them was making him jealous. He found himself clenching his jaw multiple times or balling his hand into a fist beneath the table to keep from laying it on her thigh. He had a sudden possessive feeling for her that he didn't have when he walked into the bar tonight.

"Hey, Craig, you alright, brother?" Folio asked, dragging him from his thoughts. Y/N looked over at him and smiled, tucking some hair behind her hair.

"You okay? You got really quiet," she said sweetly.

Craig nodded, reassuring her with his most convincing smile, which didn't work.

"What is it?" She asked, furrowing her brows in concern. Her hand made its way over to his knee, sending electrifying shivers down his spine. Her touch felt different tonight compared to all the other times before, and the gleam in her eyes seemed to sparkle for him a little brighter.

Craig reached over and laid his hand over hers, watching the way her expression lightened and a small smile appeared on her lips that she moistened with her tongue. He was one hundred percent fucked. There was no way he'd be able to do "just friends with her" anymore.

"Come on," he said, jumping up from the table and grabbing her by the hand. "We need to talk."

"Okay," she agreed, startled by Craig's sudden outburst. He led her outside, the coolness of the Scottish weather hitting her quickly.

"Craig, what is this all,"

"I fucking like you, alright? I like you. A lot. Like more than friends like you."

He stared at her, searching her face for any sign of emotion. He found plenty, they were just all mixed, making him think maybe he should elaborate more so she'd understand.

"Okay, look," he said, liking his parched lips. "I didn't realize how much you affect me, how your presence affects me. It's like," Craig ran his hands over his head, rubbing the top out of frustration.

"Every time you walk away from me, I feel empty. When we're not doing something together like cooking or watching t.v., I can't keep my mind off you, wondering what it is you're doing or if you're safe. I thought," he paused, feeling relieved when he noticed the slight grin on her face.

"I thought it was nothing until tonight. Knowing that Matt and Folio both think you're hot and mentioned something about getting your fucking number, it just did something to me. I don't know. I just... fuck," Craig sighed, exhaling hard.

Y/N moved in closer to him, playfully tugging at his shirt. Craig's heart was pounding against his chest and he was pretty sure she could hear it, given how close she was to him. Her chest was almost flush against his.

"Matt and Folio think I'm hot?" she asked, making Craig's heart drop to the pit of his stomach.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" he cried, moving away from her.

"I'm kidding! Craig, I'm kidding," she laughed, grabbing him by his arm and pulling him back over to her. "I'm really kidding," she reiterated, picking at his shirt again, this time peering up at him through her long lashes, making his heart beat quicken again.

"I knew that," he lied, partially grinning.

"No you didn't," she giggled, shaking her head moving closer to him.

Craig slipped a finger beneath her chin and raised her face to look at him. This time he didn't hesitate. Leaning down, he gently laid his lips on hers, lingering there for a moment just to see what would happen. She threw her arms around his neck, leaning into the kiss, and pressing her body hard against him. His hands found her hips, quickly trailing them to her waist and wrapping his arms around her, securing her body tightly against him.

Their kiss deepened, turning into a heated battle of hungry tongues and needy hands. Y/N was even better at all of it than Craig imagined. The longer he held her, the more he felt her melt into him and it made him so damn crazy about her. They parted, both of them out of breath and disoriented about what just happened.

"I'm guessing you feel the same?" Craig asked quietly, lacing their fingers together.

"Mmmm, no, I just wanted to see what it felt like to kiss you. Also, can I still give Folio and Matt my number?"

"Oh fucking,"

"I'm kidding," Y/N laughed, pulling him back down for another kiss.

"You really have to stop doing that, if we're going to try and make this thing work between us," he muttered, laying his forehead against hers.

"Why? It keeps you on your toes," she grinned leaning into his kiss.

"Oh God, is that how this relationship is going to go; you always keeping me on my toes, stressed out and worried all the time?"

Y/N laughed again, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Maybe. I guess we'll see."

"I guess so," Craig smiled, gathering her up into his arms and holding her close.

[peekawoocc]

LAW X READER

P.s. ok, so I wrote this within the span of a day, so if there's any mistakes, I apologize. As I mentioned in the first part, this loosely goes along with the actual chronological events of the Wano season of One Piece. If I missed any important details, I'm sorry. I'll probably do one or two more parts. The last part will probably take a while because I'm still watching Wano.

CW: Smut, Oral sex (reader recieving), yes we get cockblocked yet again my dudes.

Cockblocked in Wano Pt.3

You followed after Law once he walked out due to his fight with Shinobu. You knew he and his crew never ratted the Samurai out. To be completely honest, you were just as mad as Law, which seemed impossible considered the sour look he had.

How could Shinobu have accused the Heart Pirates of such betrayal? How could she say anything bad about them when they had Bepo? You would've killed for Bepo. He was a whole reason on his own for why you could no longer stand there and listen to her accusations.

As you were lost in your thoughts, you were suddenly brought back to real time as you accidentally walked into Law's back. Somehow you were at the Polar Tang.

"If you'd rather go back and be with your crew, I completely understand," Law said carefully.

"Oh, i-its fine. I don't think I could handle being near Shinobu anyway, not after that. Now's not the time to be pointing fingers,"

"I completely agree y/n. I'm not stranger to being accused of being the bad guy, I'm a pirate after all. Oh well," Law said with a hint of appreciation in his voice. He could tell you were on his side. Always loyal and kind.

You followed Law as he entered the submarine. It was quiet. Perhaps too quiet. But how could you possibly know? This was your first time in the Heart Pirates home base.

Law walked towards one door way and then turned to look at you.

"Stay here for a moment,"

"Okay,"

Law looked around the shared quarters belonging to his crew. He saw a few faces and noticed they were all sleeping. No hints of danger.

Law exhaled a sigh of relief as he turned back to fetch you.

"It seems everyone's getting some rest, follow me,".

And you did just that.

Not sure where he was leading you, you felt yourself get nervous with anticipation. You knew you could trust him, that's not what worried you. What worried you was the idea of being completely alone with Law. No interruptions. No more having to worry about being walked in on like this morning. However, you two had already gotten into some fun once already. Maybe it could happen again. Your heart fluttered at the thought.

"These are my quarters,"

"O-oh?"

"Maybe we should try to get some rest too. I wasn't expecting to be woken up so suddenly this morning,'

"Yeah, sorry about that,"

"No need to apologize. Hell, I should be thanking you if anything,"

"What, why?"

"I can't tell you the last time I slept for hours like that without waking up 3-4 times from nightmares. It was strange, but it was really nice. And I think its because of you,".

He opened the door to his bedroom, smiling as he did. You felt yourself blush at his kind words.

You took a good look around his room. It was well kept and clean. There was a desk next to a bookcase in one corner, filled to the brim with folders, books, and various documents. Everything from medical books to comics. On the opposite side of his room was a bed. You were surprised to see how big it was. You were expecting something smaller due to Laws lanky, skinny figure, but it made sense. His legs are so long and he must toss and turn a lot if he has trouble sleeping, must need room to sprawl out.

"Mind helping me sleep again?" Law asked without looking at you, he was blushing slightly.

"Sure!"

You felt yourself flush slightly, you felt like you sounded too eager to cuddle with the black cat-like man.

But he didn't acknowledge it. He put Kikoku against the wall and his hat on his desk before making his way to the bed. He watched you make your way towards him and generously held the blanket up for you to snuggle next to him. You prompted yourself up slightly as you laid down, pushing Laws shoulders down and pulling him in front of you.

Before he could ask what you were doing, you answered his thoughts.

"Lay your head on my chest,".

This caused Law to glance down at your breasts as he gulped audibly. How cute, you thought, as you saw him get flustered. As you watched his expression, you felt some boldness due to the sight of how weak your body made him. You giggled and before he could look back up to your eyes, you grabbed the back of his scalp and pushed his face down into your breasts. You heard him gasp into your chest and began giggling more.

As you did, not paying much attention to the man suffocating into you, Law slowly lifted his gaze to your face as he gently bit your displayed cleavage.

"Ouch, what was that for?" you asked, giggling calming down.

"Clearly you're not tired enough for a nap, maybe I should help tire you out," he smirked, and dove back down to suck on your exposed skin. Your giggling was replaced by sucking in your breath as you felt his lips on you. Law began trailing down to your right nipple, dragging his tounge towards it as he pulled your his kimono to the side, opening your body to him more.

He gently sucked on your nipple, and brought his right hand over your unattended tit.

You let out a shaky low moan. Not even loud enough to be considered a whisper.

"L-Law? W-what are you aah~, d-doing?"

He let out a low chuckle, almost growling as he spoke.

"Following through on my promise, I meant what I said,".

He winked at you before diving back down on you, slowly kissing his way lower and lower until he was completely covered by the blanket. Conventially, your legs were already spread for him to hold his body in between. He stopped his trail of kisses and pressed his open mouth to your left hip, sucking in your flesh in between his teeth as he bites you. The bite is gentle at first, but it becomes stronger, earning him a gasp from you. He chuckles again as he makes his way lower. Slowly he places wet open mouth kisses on your inner thighs.

"L-Law!" you whimper, desperately needing to feel him on your core.

He began biting at your thighs, but suddenly stopped.

"Law?" you asked, curious as to why he pulled away.

Suddenly the blanket was gone, and Law had a hungry, devilish smirk on his face.

"I want you to watch me turn you into a mess," he spoke calmly.

Before you could respond, he started devouring you. Pulling moans out of you as your head falls back.

He started sucking lightly on your clit, just enough to make you crave more of him. As you bucked your hips to encourage him, he didnt seem to get the memo.

Letting out a groan of frustration for not getting what you wanted, you looked down at the hungry man between your thighs. You were met with a gaze that seemed to have already been staring at you.

Law smirked. "Bout time you looked at me. Watch me and I'll give you what you need," he said as he began to pick up the pace.

It was exactly the kind of pace and pressure you needed. You started to feel the coil in you getting closer and closer to snapping. Then he added 2 of his beautiful fingers into your entrance making his way to your sweet spot as he lapped and sucked on your clit. It didn't take much after that to make your vision go white as you rode out your orgasm.

After you came back down to reality, you panted as you looked back down at Law. He was licking his fingers, swallowing down your essence. If he didn't give off black cat energy before, he definitely resembled the actual thing with how he licked his hand. It was cute.

"Thank you, that felt amazing,"

"Too soon to thank me, sweetness. I've got more in store for you,"

"Oh really~. Like what, exactly?"

Law slowly started crawling over you, hovering above you.

"I was thinking about fucking you until you went dumb on my dick-"

*Bang Bang Bang*

"CAPTAIN!? IS THAT YOU!? ARE YOU BACK!?" a female voice called from behind the locked door.

Not again. What happened this time?

"Dammit," Law sighed, he sounded desperate as he pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes.

He lifted his head back, raising an eyebrow.

"Do I have time to-...get prepared?"

"CAPTAIN WHAT DO YOU MEAN!? THIS IS URGENT! SHACHI, PENGUIN, AND BEPO WERE CAPTURED!"

"Why can't anyone stay out of trouble," he began. Though his words sounded harsh, you could hear the sloght tremble of worry they carried.

"Coming!" he yelled at the voice behind the door.

You heard some footsteps shuffle away from the door.

"Not in the way I'd like to...," Law sighed with furrowed brows. All you could do was giggle.

"Come on, we need to go find your crewmates,"

"Not we, I got it. It's not your responsibility. Oh, and two more things-"

"What?" you couldn't help sounding slightly dissapointed to be away from him.

Sensing your disapproving tone, he hoped that what he was about to say would make you cheer up.

"-First thing, don't tell the Straw Hats about my crew being captured. I'm going to get them back,".

You understood why he didn't want Luffy to know. You knew Luffy would cause more trouble breaking down walls to help Law rescue his crew.

"Ok, what's the second thing you wanted to say?"

"When I get back, I'm going to fuck you so good, you'll want to join my crew instead," he smirked at you. You went completely red. You were so hot and bothered it looked like steam was blowing out of your ears.

Law giggled and got up to reposition his kimono. He started making his way to the door, then he looked back at you fondly.

"Wait for me, sweetness,"

"I-i will,"

And with that, his mission began.

[re-re-redline]

Constantine XI Alter (Saber)

>Spoilers for Constantine’s Interlude<

Foreword: This was supposed to be a sketch, I swear. But on another note, I am alive! Just slowly working up to writing after a few hectic weeks. But the train is moving, just very slowly which I imagine is nothing new. One thing I HAVE been getting up to is my painting of portraits of my blorbos for their birthdays. I suck at drawing anything festive, so I hope the quality of the piece makes up for it, hehe… I have Constantine’s done and I am extremely proud of it.

Buuut that’s in February, so let’s get into my explanation and thoughts on this hypothetical of my boi! Starting off with…why he looks like this.

(I would also like to note that I haven’t ran this through TTS yet so there probably is some grammatical errors and for that I will apologize in advance, I will iron them out soon.)

On the Subject of Appearance:

Alright, obvious and iconic Alter color palette aside, what’s up with the vast amounts of white? That’s because… Our guy wears black mostly in his first ascension and then dies it down in his second by adding a LOT of red, so it’d make sense his alternative would be set apart by having him wear and have the color white. Plus it illustrates just how DIFFERENT he is compared to Micheal, how opposite or perhaps…opposing he is. But more on that later. (Also I was planning on this being just a sketch so I wasn’t really thinking of coloring anything until his second ascension when I realized I would have to in order to communicate how different he is from Constantine and it kinda snowballed from there. Oops…)

Now…about the, uh, cracks on his skin. THAT is marble. Sections of Alter’s body are petrified marble with a few dry cracks in the skin. Why? Because of the legend circulating after his death of him being a marble statue. It’s like how Hans has mermaid scales and how Okita will forever have tuberculosis, Alter’s body along with several other things were affected by how people saw him. I’ll get into it more later.

But! There are some cool things, or not cool rather, to note about the marble patches on his body. Like how a lot of pain he’d feel is nullified by it thanks to lack of, y’know, nerves. This also goes for sensations in general as he wouldn’t know if you were tapping him on the shoulder or were pouring boiling water on that spot. So yeah, sections of his body cannot feel but can still move just fine. It doesn’t impede his movement at all! It just…cracks a lot.

If you ever see him stretch and pop his spine, you will not only hear the snapping of bones but also stone splitting. Don’t worry, it’ll fix itself so you don’t have to worry about him sustaining major damage from just moving around. It’ll just take some getting used to.

Now. You may have noticed that the marble patches grow more the further into his ascensions he is, to the point where his armor receives patches of marble on it too. Now this wouldn’t even be something to mention if not for the fact that I’d like to think that anything new he wears in his 2nd and 3rd ascension starts petrifying slowly over time. Not all the way but enough to the point where it gets to be a chore doing laundry.

But yeah, that’s all I got for his design so far. On to the next!

On The Subject of Class and Gameplay:

If you play JP or have Clairvoyance then you already know why its not the obvious choice. Because his legend mentions specifically that the angel who wakes him up will give him the sword he used on his final day. So it’d make sense that his class would change to Saber.

Now. In this hypothetical where I’m the one designing him as a unit. I’d imagine his gameplay to be like so:

2 Buster Cards with 5 hits, 2 Arts Cards with 4 hits, and 1 Quick card with 3 hits. Same card numbers but different hits.

His NP would be an Offensive Buster NP that does the following: Increase Buster Card Effectiveness for 3 Turns, Increase ATK for 1 Turn, Inflict Curse, Deal Major defense ignoring damage to one/all enemies, Restore HP by 2,000 (effect increases with Overcharge), Apply Resistance to Death by 5000% for 1 time (non-stackable) and Apply a stackable Guts for 5 turns that restores half of Constantine XI Alter (Saber)’s HP upon Death.

That is one hell of an NP that not only hits hard but also provides major survivability which is what Constantine is all about. Now, I could quite decide if he should be a Single Target or an AOE but I do imagine his gameplay to be your awesome clutch soloist unit for CQ’s, Advanced Quests or boss fights. Is this really cool hypothetical NP is a showing of my massive bias? …Maybe. But that’s not important, onto the skills!

Skill 1: The Ends Justify The Means (A) [Cooldown at LV.10 is 6 Turns]

Increase Buster Card Effectiveness for 3 Turns, Increase ATK for 3 turns for All Party Members and Apply Target Focus to All Party Members Excluding Constantine XI Alter (Saber) for 3 Turns.

Skill 2: Demise Privilege (Alternative) (C) [Cooldown at LV.10 is 7 Turns]

Increase NP Gauge for Self by 50%, Gain crit.stars per turn for 3 turns, Remove 2,000 HP from all Non-Roman Party Members and Restore HP by 3,000 to self, Apply Guts to self for 3 Turns.

Skill 3: The People’s Wish (Alternative) (EX) [Cooldown at LV.10 is 6 Turns]

Apply a State Where Upon Hitting an Enemy, Inflict Curse (1,000 DMG) and Disastrous Curse for 3 Turns, Apply Special ATK to enemies with Curse.

As you can see, Alter is a very selfish DPS that drains HP from his non-Roman allies to keep himself alive along with inflicting curse stacks for damage over time. He’s be a nice pair up with Van Gogh for that last thing. And much like his NP, he really wants to live and it’s going to be difficult to kill him. So yes! Soloist in the form of a Saber.

Is his kit too cracked? …Maybe. Maybe not. I’ll let you all tell me what’s what.

On the Subject of Composition:

Constantine XI Alter is a Saber class servant comprised of three parts.

The first and the largest portion—the base, if you will—is Constantine’s ideal self, dreamed up during his final years of life in the late 1400s. As we are aware, Constantine utterly despises how weak he thinks he is. He hates the fact that he feels like he wants to breakdown and cry so much, he hates the fact that he’s terrified of dying, and most of all he hates that he isn’t strong enough to take the current crisis in stride like he believed his idols would have. Thus, Constantine saw his ideal self as a man who would not feel fear in times of crisis, would not cry when he was losing, and would not break under pressure. A truly stoic and strong leader that can handle any sort of disaster, that is to say: an emperor who wins and survives.

The second part that makes up this servant are the wishes of the people of Constantinople. After Constantine death, a rumor floated around that the emperor had not died. He was rescued by an angel at the brink of death and turned into a statue. He would then sleep in a hidden cave underneath the Golden Gate of Constantinople awaiting the call of an angel who would restore his form and give him the sword he used in the final battle. It was a lovely thing to hope for and believe in, thus that rumor turned into a legend backed by the hopes and dreams of the people. It is this that would have completed this variation of Constantine had it not been for…

The third and final part is less of a ‘part’ per se and more of a distortion of what already existed. A wild, vengeful anger and grief corrupted what would have been the lovely culmination of the ideal self of Constantine plus the people’s hopes and dreams and twisted it into a cold automaton hellbent on continuing the existence of Rome as he knew it no matter the cost. These intense negative emotions came from the one and only Constantinople herself. When our favorite emperor perished and the Ottomans took over, there was no one as throughly stricken by grief—if we ignore George and Constantine’s remaining family—as Constantinople. It was pure agony to watch her people be murdered, enslaved and violated for days with the subsequent rebuild and installation of new buildings hurting too. But the most painful thing of all was watching her subjects slowly disappear one by one: people she watched grow up and live life for centuries on end vanishing never to return until all that was left was a large group of strangers who now occupied that space. It was maddening to say the least. The result was a lot of time passing and the events of Constantine’s interlude (yes, I read a summary of it and it could not come sooner for me.) While Constantinople WAS forced into slumber through the battle, much like the emperor she is so deeply connected with, Constantinople made a final last ditch effort to have her and Constantine’s wish come true. Thus creation of an Alter of Constantine XI as well as a new singularity set shortly after the death of the real Constantine came to be.

On The Subject of Personality:

Alter is barely like the man we are familiar with, he would be practically unrecognizable if his face and voice were different. The most glaring difference is the lack of any expression on this man’s face. The muscles on his face only move for three reasons: he’s speaking, blinking, or the boiling rage underneath his skin has erupted upon the mention or appearance of the Ottomans. He just carries that same deadpan expression no matter what happens, good or bad. This is due to Constantine’s wishes to be a truly stoic man down to his core. Though, thanks to the distortion caused by Constantinople, most of his other emotions have been muted to make room for the, and I quote: “Boiling Rage™ that is 100% necessary and important to the restoration and maintenance of the Byzantine Empire. Yup, totally required. Why? Because screw you that’s why!”— Constantinople, circa Right Now. I jest, I jest. But really. Alter is either having tiny tinges of emotion flittering around in his skull sometimes—you know like the alleged to exist fruity taste of La Croix—or pure and absolute anger, no in between. Thankfully, for masters, the percentages of the anger is incredibly low unless for some odd reason you have Ottoman Turks that keep appearing left and right in your area.

Unlike our friend Micheal, or any sapient being really, Alter doesn’t really…have opinions. He’s just neutral about most things in the world and mostly shrugs at whatever he’s interacting with. Good weather? Okay. Great food? Okay. Amazing friends? Okay. The milk went bad and the store’s closed right now? Okay. You stepped on the corner of five different Lego blocks on your way to the bathroom? Okay. Your pillow is scorching hot and you can’t sleep? Okay. Several hundred people just died in utter agony? O—you get the point. I’m sure you know the one exception that Alter has, but allow me to provide you with one and we’ll get into another in the next section. The red earrings on his ears, cracked beyond belief yet still hanging just fine… Yes, Alter likes those. That’s why he hasn’t taken them off or removed them. Why? Well… He vaguely recalls someone important to him gifting him these. That man, after helping Constantine put his on, took out another similar pair and placed them on his own ears. He then said: “Now we match! Plus, I’ll be able to pick you out in even the most dense of crowds, my lord, as these earrings are one of a kind.”

(Yes, I headcanon that George gifted Constantine his iconic red earrings and has a matching blue pair for himself so that they both kinda match but hold their individuality all the same. A nice little thought that warms my heart.)

On The Subject of Speech:

The way this man talks is so dry and bland that one would think that Alter is bored out his skull by simply existing. His voice is so flat and borderline monotone, no effort to emphasize anything or even to make digesting the info easier. And to make matters perhaps worse he doesn’t talk much and tends to make what little he does say compact. It’s a flavorless way of communication that only changes when, you know, the Boiling Rage surfaces.

You know how in Constantine’s Bond Profile #1 it states that he “sometimes speaks more roughly in times of duress?” (Or “a more crude tone” if we’re reading the fan translation.) Yeah, well that’s no longer a sometimes. He still doesn’t talk much but man is he swearing and being rude as hell when he is pissed. The imperial decorum that our Micheal lives by has gone out of the window and will not be seen again until Alter calms down. No, he won’t apologize to anyone. Don’t bother, it’s a fruitless endeavor.

On the Subject of His Knowledge:

Alright, what does Alter know about himself? He knows that he was crafted by Constantine to be the ideal version of him. He knows about the legend surrounding his death and that being the reason for the petrification on his body. And he knows about Constantinople messing with his Spirit Origin and his current reason for existing and the objective that comes with it. …That’s it. That is all he knows.

Nothing about his personal life or his family or his best friend who had his back throughout it all, nothing. In its place are vague and fuzzy vignettes of familiar people he can’t put a name or face to that appear in his mind’s eye from time to time.

Now, as for his opinions on what he knows… Uh, I’ll just get the one with the least words on it out of the way first. The petrification thing? Yeah, he could not care less. The patches of marble on his body don’t limit his mobility any and yeah, the petrifying of his clothes is kind of annoying but it’s slow enough to where it’s not that big of a deal. It’s whatever.

Now. As for his creation—that being Constantinople messing with him and him being Constantine’s ideal self—he has a…not very good opinion on the two. And by that I mean he absolutely hates them.

He hates Constantinople for twisting his already good spirit origin into what it is now and placing within him an undying anger. He also hates her for basically using him as a tool to get what she wants all because the ‘real’ Constantine rejected her wishes, essentially using him as a replacement. Not good.

He hates Constantine for cursing him with the ridiculous traits of being stoic down to his core as well being the ‘perfect’ emperor for his people. Because of that, not only does he not FEEL anything at all but he also has this immense pressure in his very soul that he MUST have Rome survive at all costs and that he must solely devote himself to that cause with every fiber of his being. Yes, the severity of those traits were caused by Constantinople’s anger and grief distorting him but the base traits were all on Constantine.

Now, in Constantine’s defense (because I am a Constantine defender), he had no idea that this would happen let alone that an Alter of himself based on what he saw as his ideal self, the emperor his people deserved and would suit them best, even existed in the first place. It was a dream to him. A dream of a man who was much better than he was, doing way better than he is and winning all at once. That is all that Alter was to him then and what he was to Constantine before the singularity.

Endnote: Whew… That was a lot! But I think that was I’ve got on Alter. As you can see, I’d been doin’ a big think on him and he was a very fun character to design both artistically and in writing. I h Endnote:

Whew… That was a lot! But I think that was I’ve got on Alter. As you can see, I’d been doin’ a big think on him and he was a very fun character to design both artistically and in writing. I hope you don’t mind the crumminess in the piece, if you can even call it that. I wasn’t joking when I said it was supposed to be a sketch hence the noticeable climb in effort across the ascensions.

In other more exciting news… I have 10 followers! Ten whole people! That’s enough to get one of those long tables at the fancy restaurants with!

It’s quite the milestone, one I was not expecting. So, to celebrate, I’m going to bypass the order of things I WANTED to get through with before I did this sort of thing—since I didn’t think I’d get 10 followers, honestly. But, I will be dropping a poll sometime soon—before the day’s end Nope, way too sleepy right now.—of a few headcanons you guys can choose from for me to do next! And not JUST for Constantine, Mehmed, or Sannan—no, no. I will also be tacking on my two other blorbos that I have neglected to mention, them being Hajime-chan (my strongest Saber) and Izou (my strongest Assassin.) So it’ll be Multi-Core Headcanons (haha), five people in one list. And don’t you worry, it won’t be like, one paragraph long or anything half-assed. That shit will be long, like 4k minimum per person which would—if I strictly hang around that number—would be a 20k long HC list.

So case in point! It’ll be a celebration and I implore you to vote.

But yeah. That’s all for this post. I’ll also be posting something else shortly after that is NOT the poll but a nice occurrence for lil’ ol’ me. If you have questions, comments, a desire for elaboration or a keyboard smash of your thoughts, let me know! And I’d like to thank you all for indulging my delusions today and before today and I hope you all have a great day.

—Redline, over and out!

[mdhwrites]

I'd like your authorial thoughts on the following:

Given Luz' and Amity's interactions across season 1 of The Owl House could Luz be considered to have been Amity's Manic Pixie Dream Girl? If so, how do you see that trope evolving (or devolving) over the remainder of the series?

So I have a romance writing lesson I'm going to hijack this ask for but first to answer it: Probably? I feel like one could complain a lot of good romance stories use a character like this so I don't know how useful it is as a label. Not only that but a common complaint I have about Lumity is how Luz doesn't actually try to do jack shit to push back on Amity or actually question her on her shitty behavior. Like sure, we know she doesn't like Amity being mean but at best we get a single confrontation about that that Amity doesn't take seriously. It's never a problem actually addressed and Luz never tries to evoke any other life lessons out of Amity. It's why Amity feels like most of her changes just happen because "Girl pretty" because little actually pushes her to change except the mere existence of Luz.

HOWEVER

This stops HARD come S2. Even by Winging it Like Witches, we see Amity going out of her way to manage Luz's emotions and fuck ups. Where she has to be constantly accomodating because otherwise Sad Luz is a thought she just cannot fathom, even when in shit like Looking Glass Ruins, Luz seems to think an apology is enough, or how she won't change by Reaching Out about actually caring about Amity's well being (such as not noticing her girlfriend getting hurt) but also now with her breaking her word and continuing to lie to her, both things that will also come up in Thanks to Them where she's willing to lie to Amity for months before sending her to her death on the Isles without her.

This begs a bigger question: What of these two that attracted them to each other originally is still there?

We know pretty easily why Amity likes Luz. Explicitly she thinks Luz is kind, pretty, earnest, stuff like that. If we want to read into her character in S1, since it's pretty clear Amity is already crushing by Adventure in the Elements and probably started getting her feelings in Lost in Language, it's because Luz is honest with her, open and free in ways that Amity wishes she could be or wishes her family was with her. It's classic opposites attract. It also helps that early on in the show, her family seems to have transactional love while Luz seems to not require people to prove their worth to her. With Luz, she knows she's always got her heart in the right place, will make up for what she's done and Amity doesn't have to fear what Luz is thinking because if she were to ask Luz, Luz would tell her. Hell, that last part is literally what Eclipse Lake is about. Luz's openness and honesty.

Aaaaand then S2B starts with Luz keeping secrets and lying to Amity. She also steadily becomes less of a weirdo, over the entire show honestly, and more just this troublemaker who seems to mostly do things just for herself. Who can easily be manipulated through the fact that she's selfish, such as with Philip and with Eda's mother. She very easily starts ignoring other's problems because of her own, like in Reaching Out, even as she'll claim she's focusing on you but all of her actions are the exact opposite. This is how we get "I don't want to distract you," while she is willing to distract Emira while healing Amity or joins the tournament because she finds Amity being in underground witch fights that could potentially severely injure her, on a day when Luz is thinking about death and loss, as BORING. Also, instead of Amity not having to ever prove herself to Luz, to not have to worry if Luz is going to stop trusting and believing her, Luz CONSTANTLY isn't trusting or believing of Amity and so Amity keeps having to try harder and harder to make Luz happy. To manage her emotions when, you know... That is kind of the exact opposite of why Amity was probably attracted to Luz. Did she understand she'd have to save Luz from herself? Sure but not because Luz would literally lie to everyone and shirk responsibility. She expected it to be because she accepted jumping Dead Man's Gorge so one of her reading kids would stop being picked on.

So yeah, why does Amity still like Luz? I genuinely expected them to break up in Reaching Out because of this. Because Luz showed that when she's miserable, she is NOTHING like what Amity saw her as and trauma and pain is not an excuse to be a terrible person. I would have still liked them to get back together but like... Otherwise, the show ends up saying that it's okay to lie to your partner so long as you have an excuse. That is abhorrent.

(Smart, Cool, Classy)

But on the flip side of things, what about Luz? Well, we get less overt declarations from Luz than we get from Amity. By what is stated... Well, "Cotton Candy Haired Goddess" and "You're smart, classy and cool," are really all we get and that's from Knock Knock Knocking. Smart is good, cool is fine, classy is okay too but they're very vague and the one emphasized, especially over and over, is how pretty and popular Amity is. Even back in Adventure in the Elements, where the show seems to want to be when they both catch feelings proper but Luz is a dense brick, those are the traits she focuses on. How strong, cool, pretty and popular Amity is. Luz's focus seems to commonly be on very superficial elements of Amity and with her misconceptions of Amity as the series goes on, it's easy to assume these never change.

If we try to go into Luz's character though like I did with Amity though, it gets WORSE. Luz is supposedly someone who fears rejection and has been bullied in the past. However, she seems to have zero fears about Amity as a bully or her being cruel to her. Admittedly, we do get two in character reasons for this: One is from Lost in Language where she admits to wanting to befriend Amity as a fiction trope, which is GOD AWFUL... But somehow the next one is worse? In The First Day, she isn't talking about Amity but she talks about hoping to find a 'vulnerable upperclassman' like one talks about a romantic partner. As such, Amity's damage is not something to help her with but something that continues to check boxes for Luz.

BUT.

If we are kinder, she likes Amity because of opposites attract. Amity is more serious, in control and smart than Luz. She has confidence that Luz doesn't think she has (examples nonexistent of course with how little Luz gives a shit about anyone's opinion) and a grace to her the clumsy nerd does not. So if we go off of those, does Amity lose those?

Yes. In S3A she seems to not be able to control her two left feet. She shows herself to be a complete disaster much of the time. In Escaping Expulsion, she's called out for letting her grades slip and Amity just loses all of her edge and real personality. She'll still continue to do things, to have things grafted onto her but her priorities are always Luz and not any of the drive or the like that might have attracted Luz to her in the first place. This is how Reaching Out ends with Amity caring WAY MORE about Luz's actions and the like than anything her father does and with her really just wanting the right to tell her father fuck you than actually wanting to properly repair their relationship like she claims. The goal is Luz. Always.

"But Luz could see who Amity actually was and was attracted to that!"

I have heard this sort of argument too many times not to talk about it. Let's pretend that's actually the case. That Luz was attracted to a possibility, rather than the person in front of her. That "I can fix her," is a good and healthy mentality. Okay, what is the 'real' Amity then? Well, she's nice, kind of awkward but can then step up to be a badass when she has to be.

I also just described Willow and Luz is not attracted to Willow. She literally never shows attraction to anyone like that. We actually do get an idea for what her type is after all. Her first blush is with a tortured, brooding dickhead in the second episode. She blushes at the twins who are teasing and rowdy. She likes trouble. She does not get attracted to Viney or Willow though despite both having very similar personalities to what Amity will eventually have. So why does she choose Amity?

Because she's the most conventionally attractive. That appears to really be it. It's the only thing that A: Amity doesn't discard of herself and B: that Luz seems to care about that actually stays true to the character over time. And don't tell me that Amity got smart in other ways. She is not a tactician and her strategies are always the bluntest. To reference Escaping Expulsion again, she is the one who posits going for a full frontal assault. Hell, in Falls and Follies, she's making mistakes in her Spanish studies. We don't see much real intelligence from her after S1. S3 made sure she has no class and Knock Knock Knocking explicitly points out that Amity is not as cool as Luz thinks she is.

Why does this matter though? Well... Because chemistry matters in a romance? Because in fiction, we should be able to understand what in the world attracts these two people to each other? Going, "It's love, they don't have to explain it," is the exact same problem as "It's magic, I don't have to explain it." It's purely relying on suspension of disbelief and believing that just because something doesn't have to have an airtight explanation doesn't mean it doesn't have to still follow the rules or examples you have set. People HATE when magic suddenly does whatever the author needs it to just as much as they hate when someone goes "I love you" in a movie after two hours of not seeing a single reason these two would get together.

As such, if in your romance story you have the character development of your characters remove everything they found attractive about each other... Why are they still together? Not even just because that's a thing in the real world but just in the fiction. There's no reason for them not to just be friends now so why are they still saying "I love you," if they even want to be friends still? It makes the conclusion of your work not scan and so your romance falls apart.

And I mean... Clouds on the Horizon even explicitly makes this clear. In that episode, Amity uses Luz as a way to calm herself. Uses how she'd tackle things, her care and the trust she has in Luz to make her not worry about being trapped at home. But is that accurate to Luz? To Luz, who in that episode decided NOT to go save Amity because she wanted to small chance that she might be needed for the bigger plan in motion instead? Despite having no role there and potentially making their stealth mission harder? Or who goes on to not engage at all with Amity's family drama, even as Odalia threatens to force to break them up? Where is the care that Amity was drawing strength from? The silliness that attracted her to Luz? ANYTHING that was there all the way back when that pushed Amity to kiss Luz in that episode?

Because as far as I'm concerned, Amity's Manic Pixie Dream Girl didn't just become a real person. She turned to sludge and why would Amity want to date sludge? See you next tale.

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when your school has an outsiders day on your birthday and you get to watch the movie on that day too 😍😍😍

f!greaser who has the biggest rbf but then when you talk to her shes just like a ray of sunshine 😛 I bet she is either really tall or really short there is no inbetween

LMAO LITERALLY ME and good for you!!!!! And I’m assuming you want headcanons for each of the greasers reactions to her??? That’s what ur getting

Nice F!Greaser with a serious RBF x The Gang reacts

Ponyboy Curtis

-scared as shit of you at first

-thinks youre going to be mean and plastic

-but one day you both get assigned for a project together

-and he discovers you’re the opposite of what he thinks

-and your smile is adorable

-you two end up being awesome friends

Johnny Cade

-he’s scared of you at first too

-he thinks you’re going to be mean to him

-so surprised whenever he’s in the lot at night one day

-and you come up to him, with a cold expression

-that instantly turns into one of concern “You sleep out here?”

-you smile as you pull him up and he nods

-you lead him to your house and offer him the spare room

-he’s forever grateful and you changed his entire opinion of you in one thoughtful question

Sodapop Curtis

-he sees you and thinks oh shit

-she’s not to be messed with

-and one day he sees you with a little kid, giving them a lollipop

-and your smile, so rare yet amazing

-it changes his opinion about you and you both become close friends

Darry Curtis

-he gets being intimidating

-probably the least phased by your RBF because he has a serious one too

-and you two both meet and kind of mutually understand

-you two would make an awesome couple

Dallas Winston

-he thinks you’re going to be like Sylvia and avoids you

-but he’s shit talking you one day

-not even really meaning half of what he says

-he’s just judging based on your looks

-only to find you’re right behind him, crying

-you run away and he follows you, apologizing

-and you don’t forgive him at first

-and it takes a really long time of you avoiding him and him trying to talk to you

-where you even get to a point of being comfortable talking to him

Two Bit Mathews

-he’s not scared of you

-at least not that much

-but he makes jokes about it to you

-“Damn, who pissed in your coffee this morning?”

-“If looks could kill you’d be in an orange uniform.”

-and you eventually laugh at one of his jokes

-which is when he realizes you maybe aren’t as bad as you seem

-you didn’t even get offended at his wisecracks, you found them funny

-which was rare and he admired that quite a bit

Steve Randle

-he’s super judgy at first

-thinks you’re going to be an asshole

-but one day you offer to help him on a car

-you’re surprisingly good with them

-and he admires your skills and you smile at him

-and he realizes he was a hit too judgmental after all

[onceuponastory]

artistic - bucky barnes x reader

Plot: After embarrassing herself in front of the very attractive artist, Y/N swears her night has gone from bad to worse. In fact, she couldn't be more wrong. Pairing: Artist!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Some swearing and a mention of alcohol. If I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: This is a part two to An Intriguing Stranger, which was based on a gif sent to me by @holacia3. Some people wanted Bucky's POV, so here it is! Read part one here!

As Y/N tries to think of something to say in response to the stranger's introduction, it's like time slows down. And the more time ticks by, the more Y/N wants the ground to open up and swallow her whole. And when she finally does speak, it's even worse. “Oh, my god. I’m so sorry.” Is what she was supposed to say. What she wanted to say. Instead, however, a mixture of words, of ‘sorry’ and ‘I had no idea who you were’ and ‘please don’t sue me’ comes out. More of a word vomit than a well thought out apology.

When James opens his mouth again, she expects him to curse her out, or even to actually sue her. Instead of a threat, though, she hears the complete opposite. Laughter. She raises a brow, curious about why he finds the situation funny, and what kind of artist would laugh at their work being criticised.

Honestly, Bucky wasn’t expecting to hear such a critique of his art tonight. And he definitely doesn’t mean to find it so funny. Or at least, he knows he probably shouldn’t. But after experiencing the perfectionism and fakeness of the art world, her brutal honesty is incredibly refreshing.

And it helps that she’s very cute too. In fact, he's never seen anyone like her ever before.

“Please, don’t feel the need to apologise. It’s totally fine.” He smiles. “That was my first real laugh of the night.” Y/N blinks in surprise, waiting for the other shoe to drop, the ‘but’ in his sentence to appear. And yet, it never comes, only adding to her confusion.

“What? But I just practically destroyed your life’s work!” To her surprise, he shrugs.

“Well, you were right, actually. My usual work is nothing like this. But unfortunately, it doesn’t pay the bills that well, and ‘isn’t the sort of work the galleries are looking for right now.’” He mocks, and Y/N stifles a laugh of her own. “One night it all reached a head, so I got very drunk on some wine and basically threw some paint at a canvas, like you guessed.” He nods. “And it definitely was a big fuck you to the art world and their standards.” He sighs, running another hand through his hair. “I didn’t even mean to submit it, but somehow I did, so I woke up the next morning to a bunch of emails and calls from a ton of galleries asking for the honour to display it.” He explains, before turning back to the painting. “I know it’s brought me a lot of success, but honestly? I hate this fucking thing.” 

“So… no harm done?” Y/N asks awkwardly, and he smiles.

How does his smile make my stomach flutter so much?

“None at all. In fact, I admire your honesty.” He walks towards another painting, beckoning for her to follow with a move of his head. For a moment, Y/N holds back. Even though there’s no animosity between them both, surely there’s no way he actually wants to spend time with her? 

Yet, he beckons her to follow him again once more, and Y/N’s feet start moving towards him before she can even think about it. 

After all, surely this night can't go any worse.

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For most of the night, Y/N’s new artistic friend gives her a tour of the exhibition, occasionally commenting on the artwork and its creators. He also very quickly told her to call him Bucky instead of James, something which he insists only his close friends do. Despite how relieved she feels to be getting closer and closer to her new, extremely attractive artistic friend (especially since he isn't going to sue her), Y/N would be lying if she said this whole thing didn’t feel absolutely crazy, and that she still isn’t waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under her, her chance at spending time with the attractive artist over before it even began.

But as Bucky leads her upstairs, into the fancy reception that only a few moments ago she was so sure she would not be attending, Y/N realises that she’s not going to complain about spending time with her handsome and charming companion. And with Bucky by her side, she feels more comfortable, less out of place. It feels like this is where she’s meant to be. By his side.

The room is busy, heaving with journalists and other artists. Yet, Bucky moves his hand to the small of her back, sending a shockwave throughout her entire body. He effortlessly guides her through the room, leading her straight to the bar.

After grabbing her a drink, Bucky leans against the bar, taking her all in. Y/N feels heat rising in her cheeks, and she grins. He really is an incredibly handsome man.

“You said you don’t paint like that usually, so what is your usual work, then?” She asks, trying and failing to limit her staring. Bucky chuckles. 

“The usual boring stuff, landscapes, portraits….”

“That doesn’t sound boring. I do like that kind of art, actually.” Bucky looks over at her, smirking.

“You know, I’d like to paint you one day. I think you’d make a wonderful piece.” He muses. Y/N almost drops her glass in shock, her cheeks burning even deeper. Bucky grabs a napkin, scribbling something on it. “I need to go mingle, but here’s my number. If we ever get separated, or if you would like to be a model for me....” He trails off, grinning cheekily. “Just call me.” He places his hand on her shoulder, giving her one last smile and a wink before disappearing into the crowd.

As he fades out of sight, Y/N pulls out her phone, adding Bucky to her contacts.

She might just take him up on his offer.

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[y0ur-loca1-lyr3]

A/N; So there was an anonymous person who had requested a my hero academia x a rude reader who opens up overtime, but unfortunately my dumbass accidentally posted it while it wasn’t ready so anon whoever you are I hope you find this and I hope you like it! Since they didn’t specify I decided to do a little bit for every character I write! (Except for Eri since I only write platonic fics for her)

My Hero Academia x reader who’s rude at first, but opens up later on

Izuku

He kinda interacts with you how he would with Bakugo at first

Is also probably scared half to death by you

Avoids you at all costs at first

Honestly he thinks you hate him until you clear up that you don’t

After that, when you begin to open up, he genuinely likes talking with you

If he can get the courage, he’ll probably ask if you wanna hang out somewhere to get to know each other, and hell, maybe the two of you can get closer than you thought you would <3

Bakugo

He likes your spunk

Honestly, he actually really likes that you’ve got the balls to talk back to him

Would probably wanna spar with you a lot if your also a hero in training

It’s easier for him to make friends with you because of the fact that you guys are so similar

When you open up, so does he

And when that happens it’s just sorta a rare vulnerable moment for the both of you

He trusts you a lot. Don’t break that trust.

Todoroki

At first he didn’t like you

You remind him too much of Bakugo

Too negative, too cynical

He generally doesn’t speak to you

Until you accidentally hurt Uraraka’s feelings on accident

He asks you what the hell’s your problem, which is followed by a lecture about how you’ve gotta fix your attitude

When you apologize to Uraraka and explain you really didn’t actually mean to hurt anyone, he calms down

He does his best to understand why you might not open up so easy, for whatever reason

From then on, you, Todoroki, and Uraraka are a pretty close friend group

Yes, Uraraka ships the two of you

Aizawa

He gets it

He’s had tough students before, and even if you aren’t his student, you’re no different

When the two of you go on a mission together, he explains that you two need to work together, which means trusting each other

He asks if you would at the very least trust him to save you to which you say yes

When the villains in cuffs, he compliments you on your skills, and then walks off

From then on there was just some sort of close unspoken bond

What that bond is? Who knows?

Dabi

Again, nothing new.

He has to deal with Shigaraki, you think you’re a hassle?

Beside that though, he actually likes you

You’re humor matches his, and he gets not wanting to appear weak in front of others

Once you two grow close enough, he’ll subtly check up on you when your sad, keep note of what your favorite food or drink is, and especially your eye color

The little things, you know? <3

Shigaraki

Exact opposite of Dabi

Has a temper tantrum the first time you talk back

Yes, he did infact try to obliterate you

He failed, and then he cried

After that little outburst he calms down

He still doesn’t like you

And yet there’s still that odd lingering tension in the air?…

Uraraka

Similar to Izuku, she thinks you hate her

Rather than cowering like Izuku does, though, she confronts you about it

Once everything is cleared up, she’ll talk to you in passing the halls

At some point she’ll start inviting you to the mall

And no she doesn’t care what gender you are, you’re being glamorized, and yes, Mina is going to be joining in on it

Overall a very fun person to hang out with, and a now close friend (maybe more???)

Denki

Poor boy can’t take an insult at all

He’ll act like it’s whatever and then pout about it in his room

Why we’re you so damn mean? Did you just not wanna be friends?

Well now he’s determined to be friends with you

Gifts, outings, compliments, you name it

Once you actually tell him you consider him a friend, he’s so excited

Will not stop smiling the rest of the day, and can’t get rid of that weird flutter in his stomach

Kirishima

He’s used to Bakugo being like this, so he’s used to you being like this

If you choose to insult him, he’s learned how to filter real vs fake insults, so he’ll laugh it off, and continue talking with you

He doesn’t mind carrying the conversation, as long as you’re not bored, he’ll rant his little heart out

He’ll happily spar with you to relieve some stress if you ask

He’ll also give sparring tips while sparring with you/ if you ask

Would absolutely love a gym buddy to hang with <3

Jirou

Meh.

She just doesn’t really care for you at first

She’ll talk to you if necessary and laugh at your sarcastic jokes, but other than that she doesn’t really socialize with you much

Until she realizes you and her like the same band that it feels like no one knows

Will talk about music for hours

Eventually she’ll grow close to you, and you guys become good friends

Maybe if you ask she’ll even teach you guitar

Unfortunately, I’ll have to do a part 2, but that will be out in only a matter of time! Stay tuned!

With love and kisses,

- y0urloca1lyr3

[1moreff-creator]

I really liked all of your theories and analysis! It was a crazy one year (and 5 months). I wanted to ask what you think about Nico and how their story is gonna develop moving forward, now that Ace is about to pass away.

Glad to hear you liked my silly little posts! It really has been a pretty crazy year and months. As for the question itself, of how Nico will develop...

Spoilers up to CH2 EP15 (though there's spoilers in the question itself lol). CW: Murder

I have no idea.

Really; like their LGI numeral, "even if I try to think, IDK!!!." There's a lot to address with them, but I don't exactly know what arc they'll follow. It feels like for every path I feel their character could take, I can also imagine it taking the exact opposite at the same time.

Their relationship with Hu and Rose are certainly the most notable aspects to consider atm. I really don't have much of an idea of how everything with Hu is gonna go, especially since Hu doesn't seem to have moved on from defending Nico just yet (see: "you keep accusing Nico!" (paraphrased) from EP15), but I can't imagine it'll go well. Nico already seems to be getting annoyed at Hu, but given how most people around them might distance themselves from the attempted murderer, I could see a world where they try to put up with her as a sort of "only one who forgives me" sorta deal? Or not? I currently don't have a good enough read on Nico's character to tell.

Rose is the one where I feel Nico might make some kind of attempt to reconcile. She's very clearly upset, but Nico did apologize to her in EP15 when they still didn't seem all that apologetic to Ace (beyond a small "I'm sorry" voice clip over triple dot dialogue), and it's been established in FTE that Nico legitimately enjoys spending time with Rose. Especially as Rose's mental state continues to deteriorate (I pray she looks away from Ace's execution my girl will not handle it well if she doesn't), I could see a Nicorose resurrection for her to try and remain stable. As long as she doesn't completely break down, it would be an interesting arc to explore.

That is, if Nico doesn't distance themselves from Rose to avoid conflict, which is certainly a Thing that Could Happen.

They're not the only ones. Veronika could end up getting involved, given she now has some kind of relation to Hu via the secret pact, and she's probably curious about Nico's mindset? There is that one comic dev drew of the two of them for Christmas, I could see the dynamic being explored further. Additionally, Levi could offer some interesting foiling of some kind, given Nico and him are now both confirmed murderer/attempted murderers.

But standalone... I genuinely don't know, I feel it depends too much on what other characters do and what circumstances befall them. I have zero clue where Nico's going to go, and that's exciting! Hope this answer isn't too underwhelming, thanks for the ask anyways!

[merakiui]

AHHHHHH I LOVED THE RIDO FIC SO MUCH!!!

Well in my interpretation, the both of them were copying each other— in Riddle's case unknowingly and I just love the idea that there were implications of Tako, sleazy and disgusting Tako doing Riddle's favorite professor— dare I say his professor, yet nothing was confirmed except for the part where professor was late.

It could be Riddle reading too much on the appearance of the professor that he became so delulu!!! I'm not sure if I didn't understand the fic much (I apologize to you and to my fellow readers, English is my 4th language aside from my birth language huhuhu) but I really liked that you didn't exactly confirm and just gave subtle signs that are up to us if there were something going on or if we were adapting Riddle's pov in the matter, with him thinking to much and became paranoid ever since Tako came unto the picture.

BUT BUT it got me thinking, since Riddle is a goodie two shoes who's a nice and talented young individual. I wonder what his preference really is?

If given the chance will Riddle like the same girl who follows the rules and obedient—perfectly made for him or or would he choose the student who's the exact opposite of who he hoped to have as his own, someone who disregards the rules and instead does whatever she wants?

Back to the fic!! I'm sorry if the structure of this ask is too much, when I ramble too much I forget how to write coherently huhuhu, I love the line where Riddle said that Tako would be the one who'd destroy the professors life but he stated that Riddle would be the one who'd do both. And that's exactly what happened! The part where Riddle finally had enough and thought that Azul was smiling before he died.. I wonder if the sleazy Tako wanted that to happen? He set up the trap where he'd let Riddle's mind destroy himself and the thought that if Azul couldn't have the professor (if professor really was professional and had a strict student-teacher relationship) then Riddle absolutely can't have what Azul couldn't have?

YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT ITALIAN AZUL ISN'T IN THE MAFIA!!

Love lots to you Mera!! I love all your fics and rambles of twist! It has me foaming in the mouth and I want to inject it into my every being. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

(＞ω＜)♡ THANK YOU SO SO SOOOOO MUCH OMG!!!!! Gently cradling your words and this ask!!!! It means so much. <3 I'm so happy you enjoyed the story and various aspects of it!! I loved writing about Riddle and Azul copying each other. It happens so suddenly that it's difficult to determine which one of them started it, but it's still jarring all the same from Riddle's pov.

And you're correct!!! I decided to leave the relationship between Azul and Reader ambiguous so that readers could theorize whether Riddle's paranoia has any credit or not. He seems like such a reliable narrator in the beginning, but when his obsession gets the better of him and those slivers of doubt and copycat behaviors worm their way in then his own sensible narration loses its veracity.

I'm so glad you liked the line about Riddle ruining both Azul and Reader's lives!!!! I felt like this >:) when I wrote it. Azul knows what he's doing, but he's going to continue being a cockroach rat about it because that's just how he is!!! Truly a troublesome tako... >_< and look what it got him: blunt force trauma. ;;; although Azul was probably prepared for the worst when he stepped into Riddle's room. In my heart, there's a sequel to this fic where it's revealed Azul was indeed practicing Riddle's handwriting to frame him for things he didn't do so the gravity of his crime seems even more severe and premeditated even though it was mostly a crime of passion. If tako's going down, Riddle is coming with him.

Italian mafia Azul....... 👁 👁 oh, he would be so terrible. One day I'll write a fic with mafia boss Azul x spy reader hehehehe.

I think Riddle's ideal girl changes with his character development. If it's keeping with twst canon, then pre-overblot he drools over the demure sweetheart from his hometown who his mother sets him up with because she approves of you and your demeanor. You follow the rules, you listen to authority, you're conditioned to be the perfect wife, etc. After his overblot and once he learns to be more lenient with himself and others, he'd enjoy a more outgoing, rebellious sort of girl. Or maybe he's always secretly admired that type but has only ever scoffed and turned his nose up at you because of your behavior. But now that Riddle's healing and doing all sorts of things behind his mother's back while he's away at NRC (and has the freedom to do so) maybe that type grows on him more than he realized it would.

( ꈍ◡ꈍ) hehe Riddle is so precious. Thank you again for enjoying my work, lovely anon!!!! Sending you all the love and joy and many sweet treats~~