#and well you werent even the one who actually pushed it!

[kamil-a]

speaker at the vampire therapist

[iouinotes]

Show-off | Mike Ross

pairing: Mike Ross x female!reader

show: Suits

genre: smut word count: 2,9k

summary: you and your co-worker Mike dont get along very well. But when you have something that he needs, suddenly everything is different.

a/n: Just watched the first two episodes of "Suits" and something about Mike is really attractive-

Working in a well-known office as a lawyer has it's advantages. Such as being respected by business people or being able to afford a lot of things, you spend all your evenings analyzing documents rather than meeting actual people.

Nevertheless, sometimes there are also negative factors. For example, my co-worker Mike, who really believes, that he is with his ridiculously skinny tie and sarcastic humor better than the others. Or right now, better than me.

"God, I cant believe you. Can you behave for once?" I use my fingers to push my hair back in frustration, noticing how my head starts to hurt. Its 10 pm and I'm currently trying to stay calm, though because of one man in particular, my nerves seem to be getting thinner within seconds. Valuable time is wasted that I could spend somewhere else instead of with him.

"Now it's my fault, that you don't have the documents with you? Sorry, I can't help you being organized in your own workplace." His voice irritates me. Everything about him is so frustrating.

"I told you, I didnt get the message! How am I supposed to know, that you need something, when you don't tell me anything about it? Maybe you should stop being so childish and ask me in the first place, instead of running to Rachel!" If our job had nothing to do with justice and we werent literally standing in a law company right now, I would kill him. And then I wouldn't hesitate to go to court and say it was self-defense, because I didnt want to hear any of his miserable excuses anymore.

"So what do you think, I should do? I need these documents for tomorrow. Please, I know you don't like me, but it is really urgent." Why does he has such blue eyes? The look he is going me is even more irritating than his voice.

I sign, exhibit my laptop and try to put the pens back, that are laying all over my desk.

"Okay, fine. As I said, the documents are at home, so-" I don´t even get to finish my sentence.

"Great, so I'll meet you there. And I wont even tell anyone, if your place is a mess." His eyes wander over my messy desk, and even If I don´t like to admit it, it's a bad habit of mine. But, he shouldn't make any assumptions about the neatness in my apartment.

"I hope you loose the documents on your way home." At my words, he grins smugly.

"Well, then I could lie and say you didnt found them anymore and I hadnt had the chance to go through them." He leans towards me.

"I'll run you over with my car." He raises his eyebrows at my threat.

"You sure should do something that makes you smile more often. Is that even something you know how to do?" I show him my middle finger and turn to left my office. When I close the door, I hear the laughter in his voice.

"The next storm should be named after you as quickly as you left the room." He follows after me.

"Can you shut up for once? Oh, I forgot. You don´t last one second being silent. Thats a shame, the world could finally heal." His hand rests on his heart, his features fake a hurt expression.

"Ouch. You really don´t like me that much, huh?" His eyes try to search mine.

"You get on my nerves on purpose every fucking day. Should I thank you for that?" I turn my head to look at him.

"Yes, you should. Your life would be so boring without me." He grins at me again from the side, that typical grimace that is always adorn on his face.

"You wish." When I tell him my address, he raises his eyebrows, but before he can make an unfavorable comment, I get into my car.

Darkness surrounds me and when I see him going away, I lower my head to the steering wheel. He really is the best at confusing my emotions.

~~~~~

I turn off the lights of my car and get out of it, so I can finally make my way to my flat. Its not something special, I mean I have a living room, which is quite big and connected to the kitchen, a bedroom and a bath. But I am very lucky, because I have a small balcony, from which I can watch the stars at night. But I usually only do that when I can't sleep.

So, when I enter my apartment, I let my eyes wander over the manageable mess, I put some clothes back in the closet and the dishes in the washing machine. The place almost looks decent, when I hear the doorbell.

As I open the door, I'm nervous for some reason. I let him in and turn to my office drawers, looking for the document.

"Nice place. You live here alone?" His fingers trace my bookshelf, I see him reading the titles.

"No, my wife is still at work." When I look at him dead serious, I see him laugh in surprise.

"So, you do have humor. I thought, you were one of those exceptions that wouldn't be able to do that." He means it as a joke, but something in my chest hurts.

When I reply with a monotonous voice, I see his eyebrows pull together. "I live here alone. That's what you wanted to hear?" I'm getting more frustrated again with every second he's around me.

"No- I didnt mean it that way. I'm sorry. My intentions were good, I promise." When I look at him for a moment, I see his honest expression.

It would be so easier for me to hate him, if I didnt know, he was a good human. Well, most of the time.

We are silent for a moment, but when I hear his footsteps, I tense up.

"What are you doing?" He's now standing right next to me.

"Helping you. You seem a little, tense?" I glare at him for a moment and he raises his hands in defense.

"Just pointed out the obvious. But dont worry. You still look lovely." I stop in my movements at his words.

"Thats such shock for you?" His voice shows surprise and a certain curiosity.

"Only that you say it." I look into his eyes.

"Well, you may think I'm dumb, but I'm not blind."

He just called me beautiful, sort of. It´s confusing me.

When I finally find the documents, I hold my hand out to him.

"I don´t think you are dumb. I think you're annoying. And a show-off. I don´t like that." His eyes follow me.

"What do you like then?" His question surprises me. He slowly takes the documents out of my hand, his finger gently brushing mine.

"I don´t think that is any of your business." I try to clear my voice. His touch makes me shiver.

"Come on, tell me. Would that be so bad?" His whole presence is making me nervous and I feel my hands start to shake.

At work, I can always hide behind a mask, pretend that nothing he does affects me. I can act like I truly hate him, even though I catch myself looking at him, from time to time. Especially when he shows off his intelligence without realizing it, impresses his clients and -I would never admit it- me too. It's a certain charm about him, the way he always knows how to answer, while being mischievous and clever about it.

But now, that he's in my apartment and so close to me, it's suddenly different. And I don't know how to react to him being nice.

"I look for someone who isnt afraid of commitment. Someone who is honest and kind, but who also challenges me. I want to feel safe, so I can put my trust not only in myself."

He nods and is quiet for a moment, I begin to feel stupid for telling him all of that, when he responds.

"I get that. Someone whose shoulder you can lean on when things get too much. Someone who meets your needs, who wants to be in your life. For longer than a one-night stand." He smiles at me and I see for the first time, why I possibly could like him.

"Also, statistics show higher rates of being robbed or kidnapped, when you have one-night stands." This remark almost makes me laugh, even though it's frightening.

"Well, who would even notice, if I would disappear? Probably only my clients, because they need me." I lower my head, being completely honest with him for the first time.

"I would notice."

When I look at him, he takes a step towards me. His fingers gently slide over my shoulder and brush my hair aside, the touch makes a warm feeling bloom in my chest.

"I couldn't annoy you anymore. My life would be pretty boring without you. And it's not so bad to be able to look at such a pretty face every day, even if it always looks at me annoyed, like all the time." I quietly laugh at that, feeling surprisingly good because of his compliment.

We look at each other, now being really close. My eyes travel to his lips and I don´t even know how it happens, but suddenly he is all over me. His lips on mine, his hands on my waist, lifting me up to sit me on the desk. I moan softly when his hands tangle in my hair and he pushes himself closer to me, so that he's standing between my legs. One of his hands gently wraps around my neck and I feel my loud pulse.

My hands move too, stroking his back and holding him closer to me by his tie. As he pulls his lips away from me, he lifts my chin with his finger. Now, looking down at me with widen pupils. I hold his eye contact, forgetting all about my issues with him, when he speaks to me with a deep voice (which I suddenly don´t think sounds irritating anymore).

"Be angry at me tomorrow and mine for tonight. I bet, all your frustration from work and your thin nerves can catch a break, what do you say?"

Not much. Because I pull him towards me by his tie and kiss him again. I don't want to stop at all anymore. He returns the kiss with the same enthusiasm and his hands find their way to my waist again to lift me up again. When he crosses the living room with quick steps and lays me down on the sofa, I already feel out of breath and clearly turned on.

His kisses become more intense, his lips move from my mouth to my neck, leaving marks there. But it feels too good to make him stop.

"I will gladly hear your excuses, when someone asks you about your hickeys tomorrow. Because you will be all flustered, when you think again about this moment. Where you are ready to be fucked by your colleague, who you despise so much." I whimper as he pushes up my dress and his hands pull my tights down to my knees. The cold air hits my skin, but I don't really notice it, because his lips are on my neck again and his fingers connect first with my stomach and then further down. I hold my breath as his lips touch my ear and his fingers stroke my folds.

"So wet for me. Didnt think, I would turn you on this much." I kiss him to shut him up.

"You are-" I moan, when he finally puts a finger in me. "-so annoying." He laughs at me.

"Am I? But you seem to like it." I feel myself getting wetter, his fingers feel so good as they move gently but firmly inside me. One of his hands moves to push my dress further up and somehow, he manages to pull it over my head. Now, I'm lying in front of him in just a bra, his hands slowly find their way over my body and to my back, which I lift slightly so that he can open the clasp.

When I lie naked in front of him and he massages my breasts, his lips touch mine and his fingers stimulate me, I feel like I'm in heaven.

He breaks apart, so he can look at me and I draw my eyebrows together, when his fingers increase in speed. My mouth opens and the sounds that escape me echo in the apartment.

"I'm- god, I think I am going to come-" at that he starts to tease me, going slower but a lot deeper. My eyes almost roll back as he hits a certain spot inside me.

"That feels good? What do you say, when you want something?" You stupid idiot.

"You stupid-" I begin to say as his lips graze my nipple and his finger scissor and stretch me out further.

"One word, darling. Say it." And because I feel this knot inside me (and maybe this side of him turns me on, like a lot), I finally open my mouth to please him.

"Please, Mike. I-I need to-" My sentence is cut off as his fingers speed up and I moan loudly.

"Thats a good girl, you can be so good to me, if I make you." His lips search mine as I finally come. My breathing is heavy and when I come down from my high and look at his face, I see the satisfied expression.

"You are done-" I can't maintain my strict facial expression and suddenly have to start smiling. His eyes widen in surprise and I raise my eyebrows, still smiling softly.

"What?" I quietly laugh at his expression.

"Nothing, its just- I have never seen you smiling so happy." I roll my eyes gently. As I look at him closer now, I see the bulge in his pants and the loosened tie. As I lean forward, his eyes shift to my body.

"You still are fully clothed. A bit unfair, don't you think?" I watch him swallow and my hands move to his chest to slowly unbutton his shirt. As I also remove the tie and slip the shirt from his shoulders, I sit myself on his lap. Rocking my hips forward and seeing his eyes close. His hands move to my hips and begin to control the movements, my eyes close too and my head leans into the crook of his neck as the movements become faster.

Sighs and heavy breaths leave his lips and once again, one of his hands moves to grab my breasts, lightly grazing the nipples.

I look at him, noticing his swollen lips and his flushed cheeks. His hair is a mess and his forehead is furrowed, but he tries his best to pull himself together.

I groan as I look at him and suddenly think back to todays afternoon, when he was on a phone call and I heard how he listed one reciting fact after another, without any difficulty.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

"N-nothing" I'm definitely too embarrassed to admit how much his intelligence and the way he seems to know everything, turns me on.

One of his hands moves to my entrance and teases me by just circling around it. When I try to push myself down, he pulls his fingers away.

"You tell me, whats going on in that pretty head of yours and you'll get me." My body feels so hot, I can't think properly anymore.

"You where on a phone call today and you just- you listed without any effort every single point that will help you win the case. You just said it like- it's nothing."

When his fingers dig into me again, I bite my lips. I try to control my moans and not pay attention to the fact, that I just gave him every opportunity to make him be more complacent than his usual self.

His fingers pump into me and I feel slightly overstimulated. But I wouldnt want to stop now.

"You get off by the thought of me, saying memorized facts? Who would have thought that my intelligence would turn you on so much." God, his ego probably doesn't fit in this apartment anymore.

"Don't think too highly of yourself, you still annoy me." Now I'm really just trying to get myself out of the situation. I lean towards him, so he can't say anything anymore and pull on his blonde hair to distract him.

Moans escape my lips and when I notice that his noises are also getting louder, I pull away from him. He looks at me confused.

"I want you inside me." Thats all I say, but he quickly complies with my request. I slide off his lap and wait for him to take off his pants and boxers until he's finally on top of me again. His fingers find my bottom lip and while maintaining eye contact, I open my mouth so he can insert a finger. My tongue brushes against his and after a few moments of him pressing on my tongue, he lets his fingers move back to the spot that needs him the most.

He stretches me for a few minutes until he finally guides his cock to my hole and slowly penetrates me. My eyes close and I hear his breath in my ear as he pushes further.

"You are so tight- good thing finally someone fucks you." I nod without thinking and hear his laughter in my ear.

"You think so too, huh. Would you let anyone fuck you then?" My stomach tenses, I feel the pleasure growing again and every movement of him. This feels so good-

I try to shake my head, but I'm too lost in the sensations to pay much attention to his words.

"No? But I thought, you hate me. Why would you let me fuck you, if you don´t even like me?" His thrusts become faster and more uncontrolled, I feel him getting closer to his own high.

"I-" I try to stutter "d-don´t hate you." I feel myself getting closer and reach into his hair, pulling at the roots and feeling his lips on my shoulder. His thrusts become more powerful and as he moves his hand and massages my clitoris, suddenly everything goes white in front of my eyes and I come.

I feel every inch inside of me, feel his fingers brush over the visible bulge in my stomach and think to myself: god I feel so full

When he comes too, I moan so loudly that it's impossible that my neighbors didn't hear me. His hand finds its way around my chin, he slides a finger into my mouth and I feel my vagina tighten because of it.

He hisses and his thrusts slow down until he finally pulls out of me, trying not to fall on top of me. As I give him some space next to me, he falls halfway on me, but pulls me on top of him in the next second and I can hear his strong heartbeat. With his outstretched hand he pulls the blanket over me, that had fallen to the floor.

We both try to catch our breath and as the minutes pass, only the wind outside is heard. He is the first to break the silence.

"So, you don't hate me?" I lift my head from his naked chest to look at him.

"Only sometimes." He shakes his head and smiles, gently stroking my back.

The evening went by quickly, we ordered a pizza and ate it (clothed) on the terrace. We were going over his documents for tomorrow, I blushed at the thought that this was the real reason he came here, but he just hugged me from behind after we finished and continued watching the stars.

It's not really clear what this evening means for us, but I don´t want to get into that, not yet. Because I'm not sure what it means anyway.

Because now, I have to get used to the fact that his voice no longer irritates me, that his jokes no longer annoy me and that he as a person, is actually not as bad as I imagined.

"Who thought, I was the one to get you relax."

But he is still a show-off.

[zweig-eater]

MESSY LOVE patrick zweig

you stared at him blankly as he rambled out some other excuse for his behavior. you had been fighting too long, and you were numbed and tired of it all. your head hurt and your heart was aching. after all this time, still nothing had been accomplished. patrick still believed he was in the right and he was even going to great lengths to make you believe that as well.

“you know, you are actually being quite selfish” he said, and that one line caught your attention back.

“how fucking dare you patrick… you are un-fucking believable.” you spit back at him with tears stinging the waterline of your eyes. you continued, only fueled by the hurt settling in your chest. “i’m selfish? for wanting to be more then some fuck buddy you use to get off?” your words felt like daggers as his gaze dropped. “i’m selfish? for thinking we could be something real? for holding you to promises you have made?”

as you laid into him, your head was pounding, eyes burning, and your body just felt entirely weakened. this was all getting to you, and you just wanted to sink into some sort of comfort and be safe for the night.

“can't you see how bad you're hurting me?” you asked, almost desperately, as a tear finally fell from your eye; and you sat, collapsing down on your bed, giving into the exhaustion this fight had forced you into.

and just like that patrick was on you. his feet moved so swiftly you hardly noticed before he was kneeling right in front of you. his hand reached up to your cheek and held the side of your face, fingers hooking around to the back of your neck and stabilizing you.

“hey, hey, look at me… im right here. i’m sorry baby, i’m so sorry” he pleaded with you. his rigid and cocky exterior cracking and falling immediately at the clear sign of you in pain. he was kneeling in front of you, sitting between your knees hanging off the bed. his free hand wrapped around the back of your calf, sweetly stroking it.

you grabbed at his shoulders, fisting his shirt, both pushing him away and pulling him in. even you weren't sure where or how close you wanted him. on one hand, he was the only person who you wanted comforting you right now. but on the other hand, he was the reason you were in this state in the first place.

“n-no, no youre not” you refuted with tears streaming profusely now. “you’re not sorry pat, you don't even ca-”

“y/n i'm in love with you” he cut you off before you could finish whatever you were trying to say. before you could continue thinking any longer that you werent the most important thing in his life. you were, and he knew that. and it scared him. he was never the type to fall in love, or to trust, or to be entirely vulnerable with someone. but you brought it out of him, and he was done running from that feeling.

your eyes met his, widening at his confession. you were staring at him, your mouth slightly agape as your fuzzy brain wrecked itself to try and wrap around what he had just said.

“you're the best thing that has ever happened to me. and i'm an idiot for letting you spend even a minute not knowing that” his hands settled around your waist, arms resting on the bed. his fingers lightly traced your lower back and lulled you ever so closer to him. “you have set every inch of my being on fire and i refuse to imagine living a day of my life without you. i’ve never been in love, and it terrifies me.. i’m scared of what i might do to ruin this, or how i might make you hate me. but i know now that i’m willing to risk it. i’m so ready to learn all the beautiful and messy aspects of true devotion with you. because you are worth it. god, y/n, you are worth fighting any amount of fear or pain for.” he finished, eyes welling with water himself now.

you stayed silent. you let every word he said soak into your skin, then your muscles, then your heart. gently, your hands raised, one resting in the crook of his neck, the other finding his curls. together they guided his face up and towards yours. He watched you so closely, as he let you move him into you. his lips quivered with longing as they inched closer to yours. a faint tearful sigh escaped his lips just as they latched onto yours.

his hands gripped you with the force of a man clinging to a life support, yet still with the gentleness of you being a delicate porcelain doll. the kiss held so much passion you thought you might both catch on fire. burning with love and the need for the other to feel how important they were. your tongues swirled together as if trying to get infinitely closer to the other. as you pulled away, both your cheeks stained with tears, patricks lips quirked up into a smile for the first time all night.

“you’re an asshole” you told him, gently pushing his shoulder and grinning dumbly at him. his eyes gleamed at you, so full of love, his pupils were blown out and everything. “why couldnt you just say that before we wasted all night arguing?” you asked, giggling and hooking your hands under his arms, tugging him lightly to join you on the bed.

“where’s the fun in that?” he quipped back sarcastically as he crawled onto the bed and hovered above you, pushing you on your back. “you’re so beautiful” he whispered, dazing at you, like you had never seen before. “i’m so sorry baby, i shouldn't have argued… let me make it up to you” he smirked as his head dipped down and planted a sweet but wet kiss on your neck.

as his head lifted and eyes locked back onto yours. you swallowed any fear left in your throat and returned his confession with how you truly felt about him. “i love you pat,” you told him. the words sounded so sweet he needed his lips back onto yours to taste them.

“i love you baby, so much” was the last thing he said before he kissed you again, this time with a new level of tenderness.

[fanartlover1234]

MAGIC

Y/n and Mattheo aint the best of friends but when they f(u)ck at a party she sees a different side of him

MATTHEO RIDDLE X FEM!READER

(Tbh mighy make it a story on my wattpad or here if it blows up)

Y/n and Mattheo their 'friendship' was known in hogwarts, for their constant bickering but also their weird care for eachother.

For example, Mattheo would call Y/n a bitch but oh god if someoen else dares to call her a bitch.

Y/n can be fighting with Mattheo before he gets into a fight or even still yell at eachother while he fights but she will always take care of his bruises.

Everyone knew Y/n was off limits and well so was Mattheo.

In third year Y/n started having a huge crush on Mattheo but during fifth year Y/n got her current boyfriend thinking she sould move on as shs woulf never have a chance.

Y/n was off limits for two reasons, first being she had a boyfriends second being that everyone knew Mattheo would be after her the minute they broke up as he liked her as well.

Well enough of that, lets get to the fun part.

Slytherin new years party was the biggest party of the year, for the first three years the profesors tried to stop it, but soon gave up after realising it would happen anyway.

Y/n was making her way downstairs when Mattheo noticed her from the bar and they soon locked eyes so he waved her over.

As she made her way towards him he looked her up and down, her black silk dress and heels fiting her perfectly as she flashed one of her beautiful smiles towards him as she said a quick hi to Theo who was making a drink for her already flashing him a smile when he handed her the glass.

"Y/n, beautiful as always"

"But yesterday i was ugly?" She sarcasticly questioned him making him roll his eyes.

"Dont push it L/n" he said leaning closer to her.

"Red code" Theo said as he pointed to the staids to Francis who was your current boyfriend also in high line at the Deatheaters so you werent able fo break up with him for your parents sake as they wished for you to be with some pure high line guy, bonus if he is a deatheater.

"Can you guys stop mocking him?" Y/n said rolling her eyes as she took a sip of her drink when Francis noticed her and begam walking over to her.

"We just dont get why you are with him, like"

"You kno-"

"Yeah yeah, your parents" Mattheo cut her off before begining to speak again " i know plenty of guys who are in higher line than he is"

"Babe" Francis spoke.

"Hey!" She said avoiding eye contact with him as she shifted uncomfortably.

"Lets go, i have something for you" Francis said squizing Y/ns ass as she pulled back.

"Francis i really dont feel like it tonight" she said pulling back but Francis pulled her back.

"Hey dude, we were talking actually"

"Yeah well i feel like fucking her"

"Well she doesnt"

"Yeah and who are you to tell me what to-"

Mattheo swung a punch at Francis making you drop your glass in fear, Theo made his way to them both as you screamed for them to stop fighting.

After a few minutes they were finaly pulled back as you just left annoyed after screaming at both of them that they are assholes.

Mattheo after few seconds went after you and Francis tried as well but Theo steped before him placing a hand on his shoulder "dont even think about it"

"Out of my way" Francis said but everyone steped around him.

"No one messes with our Y/n" Lorenzo said as he stood behind Theo.

Meanwhile Mattheo knocked on Y/ns door.

"Y/n c'mon open up"

No respone.

"I know it was dumb to fight him but he was being a complete shit"

Mattheo heard soft steps towards the door before they opened up and y/n stood there.

She pulled him in without saying anything to him, sitting him down on the bed before going into her bathroom and coming out with a first aid kit sitting down next to him.

She took his hand as she began cleaning it carefuly.

Mattheo looked at her hed brows furrowed as she cleaned it, her hands gently around his as she tried not to hurt him before she looked up at him, her eyes looking at his brown ones before she brushed her hand over a bruise thay was begining to firm on his cheekbone.

He took her hand in his.

"Matt-"

"I know just"

"Matt, we can't, you know that"

"No i dont know that, you dont even like him"

She looked down before collecting the meds and placing them down on the table as she walked towards her closet.

Mattheo followed her, holding the door as he pulled her towards him as she tried steping back but he grabed her waist.

Suddenly all thoughts left her mind as she kissed him.

One thing leading to another before her roommate walked in and Mattheo used magic to shift them back to his room.

The next morning Y/n woke up and began to sit up but Mattheo placed a hand on her waist sitting up next to her when she sat back down after she couldnt walk, last night was fun, Y/n had to admit to herself that it was the best she ever had.

"Where are you, going, your legs ar still trembling, if you need bathroom ill take you" he spoke as he handed the girl on of his shirts before she wore it.

"Uh no im going to my dorm, y'know" she said taking her phone but Mattheo stoped her.

"No, no you arent and i dont know, you cant even walk" he said taking her phone and placing it on the nightstand as he leaned to the table he could feel Y/n squirm a little bit " let me take care of you" he said laying her back down, sitting between her legs as he rubbed them up and down his hands going on her hips as he saw her wince.

He looked concerned and Y/ns eyes went wide as she let herself slip.

"Mattheo dont" she said but Mattheo had already pulled up her shirt revieling not only a big bruise but also a cut.

"Is this from me" he asked refering the bruise but Y/n shook her head.

"Him? Is he making you leave after sex, leaving cuts and bruises on you?"

Y/n silance was all the answears he needed to know it had been him.

He wanted to leave but Y/n grabing his wrist stoppef him as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears as she sniffled a littlw before hugging him, he felt her teatrs drop on his chest as he relaxed a little his hands hugging her, caging her in a protective way as he kissed the top of her head.

[4pfsukuna]

could you write smth for long curly haired reader who isn't doing the best mentally so she isn't ty taking care of here hair and geto who has a crush on her offered to help her with it? i just know he'd be soft and gentle.hed even look up how to take care of curly hair to help make his girls (he wishes 😔) hair look the best it ever has (so she can ask him to keep doing her hair for her) i need him down bad 🙏🙏

omfg girl. GIRLLLLLL. This may have just healed my writers block🥹

Suguru Geto was the neighborhood heart-throb with his dark volumtious hair, midnight black eyes that were so dark they nearly looked purple his tall muscular frame (his thighs were drool worthy when he man spread) and his hands that could probably… no definitely palm your whole face. Between that warm honey coated laugh and the smooth calm tone he always heals in his voice he had every girl and woman in a 10 foot radius always swooning over him. Not that he noticed his eyes were always on you and when you werent around his mind was thinking if you ate today, how your day was, what new hobby you picked up what conditioner you used? The last one was a bit unhinged.

Last week he made a complete fool of himself when he seen you in the shared hall of your apartment and finally gathered up the courage to ask you on a date but it started off so well. 

“Hello sweetheart, how was work?” He grins down at you waiting for your brown eyes to meet his and he feels his heart stutter when you do with a soft smile.

“Hey Geto, it was alright, glad im off though im starving” you answer” as you fumble with your house keys pushing some of your long curls out of your face with a single finger.

He can feel his insides exploding, this was it you just put the ball in his court for a lay up or whatever silly basketball analogy Satoru used when he told him about you, now was his chance.

“Oh? Theres a new family owned restauraunt that just opened nothing to fancy. You should go” he blurts out faster than he has time to think about it and his tongue instantly feels heavy in his mouth. His jaw feels hinged and hes clenching his mouth and fist so tight he doesnt know what will break first his teeth or the skin on his palms from how bad his nails are digging in.

“Yeah, i think i will. Have a good night” you wave and hes so in his own head he doesnt realize the way the smile doesnt reach your eyes from either dissapointment of him not asking to go together or the long day of work is something he spends the next few days pondering about once he gets in his apartment.  The only thing hes glad about is that neither Shoko or Satoru was there to embarass him endlessly. He always had a smooth slightly arrogant demeanor but when it came to you words fealt heavy in his mouth, his hands got clammy and his eyes could not leave you what so ever.

The next time he sees you hes shocked. Its around midnight after a full day of listening to anxiety by meg thee stallion on repeat loud enough for him to hear it in his living room that he begins to get worried. Its when he sees you in a dark blue hoodie blanket going to take out your trash that he stops you.

“Hey sweetheart, i can take your trash for you. You shouldnt be taking it down this late anyway” he reaches for the bag not expecting you to pull away.

“N-nah its cool, i got it” you voice cracks and he finally looks at your eyes seeing them puffy and red which makes him fall into defense mode. 

“Who did it? Ill kill them” and that wasnt exactly what he wanted to say but fuck it its not like he didnt mean it and it earns a chuckle from you. Ok, finally he was doing something right.

“Everything and everyone” you pout and he feels his heart soften at the helpless look of defeat on your face. If only you knew you had a man that would actually burn the whole world down in front of you.

“I dont have enough matches for the whole world but if you give me enough time i can run to the store to buy more and burn the it all down for you” he rubs his chin earning a smile this time.

“Maybe not the whole world” you start with a slight giggle and his heart starts doing that weird thing again “It's just… my anxiety has been in overdrive this week and my job has rumors about letting some people go and i think its me since i've been talking about being home sick and my hair stylist canceled my appointment which ruined my week because not only does she not know when she’ll return but my hair products are nothing more but empty containers that won't get shipped here until next month. NEXT MONTH Geto, i cant just put anything in my hair and nobody here can help me” you pout feeling your bottom lip tremble as you fight back tears not wanting to cry infront of your neighbor you needed to hold onto some shred of dignity— hes already watching you in this snuggie with kuromi socks on.

Your face is quickly found in his chest as he pulled you in for a hug and you nearly start sobbing, its not your fault when people hugged you when you were sad it only made you cry more.

“And then i forgot to go grocery shopping” you finally break the hot tears running down you face you wait for him to push you off instead he just holds you tighter resting his chin on your head and rubbing your back. His embrace kinda felt nice and this was the only thing that felt right in your whole horrible week you were going to bask in it.

“I can help you with your hair” Geto blurts and you wipe your eyes to make sure you heard him correctly.

“You what?” Your raspy voice questions looking up at the man whos tall enough to nearly reach the hallway ceiling.

“I can help you with your hair” he repeats, using a thumb to wipe some of the tears from under your eyes, his palm cupping your cheek to keep you in place. Completely unbothered by the fact that any of your other neighbors could walk out and see you two like this he’s just happy to have you this close.

“No shade but what do you know about kinky curly hair, plus im not trying to let anyone experiment on my hair let alone a man” you cross your arms but you don’t pull away from his embrace which he selfishly enjoys.

“You think this long healthy hair comes from using a body wash and shampoo 2 in 1? I actually take pride in my 8 step hair routine” he tells you reaching up to pull his hair from its bun letting his long obsidian locs cascade down over his broad shoulders the coconut scent hitting your nose.

You stare at him for a second debating how wrong this could go letting this man play in your head. I mean worse case scenario it gets tangled and you big chop after your hair crisis(amongst the several youve had throughout life) youve always said ‘fuck it im going to just go bald’ and maybe you finally spoke it into existance. 

You see the hopefulness in his eyes and know this man is fully convinced he can do your hair and will spend all night convincing you if he has to and you're not sure if it's his resilience or your lack of sleep that has you finally crack and let out a long sigh.

“I promise i can do it just give me a second to toss this trash, grab my products and i'll be over in a second” he promises with an excited grin grabbing the trash from your hand and taking off down the hall.

“And thats not all… they were roommates” you gossip with him as he runs the detangler through your hair after parting it into four sections. He was on the last section before having your lean back to begin the wash process and maybe he did know a thing or two about hair. Gently guiding your head back to the running water you hear the CLICK of the bottle opening before you feel the cold substance on your scalp.

Your eyes instantly close when his fingers begin massaging your scalp his nails feeling so heavenly against your roots.

“Oh my God Sugur your fingers feel so good” you nearly moan and he has to stop for a second, pretending to look for your detangler comb to not lose his composure. he cant even help his pants getting slightly tighter, he was honestly so down bad for you. 

He rinses repeats detangles conditions detangles again with very little instruction from you and honestly it was because you had began dozing off quite a few times enjoying the physical touch of another human while he is the physical embodiment of happy to be here.

He notices the song you had on repeat is also off instead choosing Sade to listen to which was alot more calmer. Its when he begins humming along that your brows scrunch and he panics assuming that hes hurting you.

“What you know about Sade?” Youre soft voice pokes making him chuckle and damn does he have a nice laugh.

“Im a man of culture” he pokes your temple and you jokingly pretend to attempt to bite his finger your goofyness slipping out easily around him. “Besides im washing your hair obviously im very cultured” he adds in and you cant argue there.

An hour later you find yourself rambling about all your favorite things favorite music, hobbies and embarassing stories of you from the fourth grade which he counters of embarassing stories of him in high school with him and his best friend satoru who he promises to introduce you to.

“And i'll section the braids up here into smaller parts So if you want a middle part or side part you have options” he tells you absentmindedly and you crain your head back to make direct eye contact but he gently grabs the side of your neck using his thumb to push your head forward.

“You'll get neck pain if you do that sweetheart” he commands softly in a way that makes your spine tingle and you rest your head against his large thigh.

“Have you done this before?” You ask your mind instantly floating to another woman and while there weren't too many girls that looked like you in japan with a hair texture like yours he was entirely too good to never have practiced this once.

“Yes” he answers honestly and you force yourself to push down the thoughts that make your stomach drop. “Though they usually fall asleep by the time i get to conditioning their hair”

And it's like you can hear the record scratch and the peaceful bliss you're in ends abruptly.

“So it's nice having someone to talk to up until the end” he tells you before finishing a braid and you feel it fall mid back before he shuffles around. There's a bright light gleaming on the side of your face and you turn slightly to see a picture of twin girls, one with dark hair and one with light brown, almost blonde hair.

“They're so cute, how old are they?” you ask taking the phone in your hands to get a better look as he swipes showing different clips from what looks like a trip to the aquarium.

“11, thats mimiko and nanako usually they are here with me but they are with uncle Satoru for the summer making his pockets hurt as they say and spending time with their little cousin megumi” he tells you before he stops sliding landing on a picture of him satoru the twins and a dark spikey haired little boy that looks angry at Satoru.

“He looks like he absolutely hates satoru” you giggle resting your head back on his thigh which earns a laugh from him.

“Despises him, actually thinks Satoru is so annoying but he loves him… deep deep deep down inside his tiny little body since he adopted him. We knew his dad… real piece of shit actually” Suguru admits using a bit more force on your hair, its not painful but you could tell he hated Megumi's dad more than Megumi hated Satoru. 

“You must've had them really young” you pry slightly which he snorts at before using the comb to detangle a section of your hair and adding in more product. 

“No, I met them at an old job. They were in a bad environment and I took them in. I just couldn’t watch them go through that horrible system it's not a place for innocent little girls” he tells you his touch becoming so featherlite you almost forget he's doing your hair 

“Yeah it makes sense you are such a girl dad. Definitely dilf material” you ramble going back to look at the pictures zooming in on how happy the girls look.

His eyes widen and breath gets caught in his throat he nearly has to stop what he's doing to focus on you again.

“Dilf? At Least take me out to dinner first”he jokes trying to calm his heart before you lean your head back once more making eye contact with him.

“How about the new family owned restaurant you told me about? You could even bring the girls I’d love to meet them” you smile at him watching the blush build on his face.

“R-really?” He stutters, not expecting you to ask him out on a date… shit was it a date?

“Yeah they seem to play an important role in your life and I need to make a good impression on them as well… I mean unless I’ve been taking your staring, heated looks and your kind offer to wash my hair the wrong way?” You tease with a sly smirk and he can feel the flush running through his entire body.

“Oh so you've just been letting me embarrass myself in front of you… this entire time” he exaggerates, holding a hand over his mouth in faux shock.

“I thought it was cute” you shrug watching his reactions before he tilts your head back forward using neck cramps as an excuse.

“Hey suguru?” You yawn, leaning your head back against his thigh and it was just the perfect head rest as his fingers began massaging through your scalp again.

“Yes sweetheart?” He asks slowing down for a second and you begin enjoying, a bit too much, the way he sounds calling you that.

“Thank you for washing my hair and styling it” you smile closing your eyes and shoulders dropping slightly and he grins at the signs of you falling asleep. He's seen it too often with the twins but he had to admit he may have been enjoying this more than you, acts of service being his love language that much was clear.

“Anything for you” 

[chemicallady]

Heyyy, would you possibly be able to do a Noah Sebastian story that is like a brothers best friend dynamic? I live eat and breathe this stuff lol

I WANNA FEEL LOVE AGAIN

Couple: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: slight mention of sexual intercorse. Nothing too deep, I'm saving it for next Chapters

Summary:  you're a real mess, your life is turning into a living hell, so your brother Matt convinces you to move in with him in LA and start working for the band he's taking care of

A/N: I dont wanna spoil to much in here, because... Well, you' ll see. English is not my native language and no one peer review this ff. It's gonna be a world of fun, I already know it!

Important! I don't know Noah or Matt or any of the real people portrayed un this story. This is fictional!

Enjoy then 😏

Ouch, I've lost myself again

You've always been around, unseen. Having a brother like Matt could be a blessing and a nightmare in equal parts. You were feeded with stories about gigs and musicians while grow up with your older brother, who is dear to you in a way that actually you cant explain. Matt as always been your twin flame even if you are younger than him. You grew up looking at him with a lot of respect and it broke your heart when he left Texas, moving to California. At the time you werent ready for the big change and your brother's friend were still a bit mysterious to you.

You were used to spend as much time as possible in his company, but with this fresh start for him, you just fell into the ordinary. Nothing against your life, by the way; your parents always supporting, best friends ready to drive you to the closer pub and deliver the best night possible, a lovely boyfriend who adored you in any meaning.

You loved the shit out of Shawn. He was your person, the one always there when you were in need. Your high school sweetheart. Maybe he wasnt your first kiss or your first fuck but he was the one who made you feel like it was worthy, living for someone else. The one who pushed you to improve yourself for your own sake, that helped you in finding a job for the local tattoo shop as a piercer when the school was over.

You did everything in your power to be the best girlfriend possible. You decoreted your shared flat in the warmest way possible. You turned down a good scholarship for that college in Montana, pissing your parents and brother for this lost opportunity. You gave up to your dream to be a writer because he had to stay in Texas and take care of his mom. You helped him through the loss, when she die.

But it wasn't enough.

You loved the shit out of Shawn and he loved you in return, but it wasn't enough.

Your relationship suffered a slow, agonizing death with multiple attempt of reanimation. Vacations togheter, a bigger flat, a cat.

Nothing compensate the distance between the two of you and he was the one brave enough to call it for a quit. You knew was gonna happen but it didn't hurt you less. Moving back to your parents, while quitting your job just to avoid to meet him everyday, took you to the bottom. Then the shutdown decided to kick you while you were already down, spending days in bed just listen music or watching anime whitout any chance to go out with your friends or for just a walk.

Everyone was really worried about you. You lose weight and that energy that always marked you.

And you stayed there, drowing in your own misery until Matt decided that enough was enough.

《 Pack your shit, you're moving in with me to LA. You're done making mom and pops that upset.》

The end of fall 2021 signed your rebirth. Matt found a bigger apartment for the two of you and Lucifurr, your vicious black cat which has an obsession in chewing cables and destroy everything paper made. You have always want to leave nearby the ocean and Malibu had a ton of opportunities to offer you. You started a yoga class the same week you moved, in order to make some new friends. Accoding to Matt, there are a lot of things to do around the band he is working with, Bad Omens.

You offer yourself as a merchgirl, but since you're a good writer an even better in tolerate people bullshit (you have to be karmatic, all the teens who came to get a piercing to the shop have always made a scene in front of needles), you could be perfect as a PR/assistant for the band. You remember them barely because someway somehow, these are the guys who steal all the time Matt has. Time that you never get.

You remember this four guys with long hair, basic metalheads, except for the drummer. You remember when you gave him the nostril after a show in 2015, maybe 16, and he took it like a champ whitout complaining. You remember the singer, this slenderman type of guy with beautiful long hair that looks like silk. You've never felt more envy of someone else hair like that. And also the other three guys were nice, especially Vincent. The only one who you can connect to a familiar face because you two got a nice conversation on tattoos when you visited Matt, three years ago.

They are nice.

You've heard stories about them at every phone call.

But still, thieves of precious moments that you want have again in your life again between you and your brother.

All the missing birthday, all the call postponed due to technical issues. He wasn't there to pick up your pieces when Shawn get a rid of you.

And Matt wasn't supposed to, but being selfish, you wish he was there.

But he is now and this is enough to bring the light back to your life. The long talks after dinner, movie nights, everything is back to the normal between you two since you moved and it's restoring.

With this wave of good mood, even if you havent forgotten Shawn yet, you enroll to gym, so you can work out after yoga.

And is in this specific place that you meet Eric.

The first time you caught him lurking at you you were running on the thremill.

There is something familiar in him but still, you dont know anyone in LA. You were the one who actually landed the first conctact with this new alien subject, so introvert to avoid your eyes.

《 Today is hot as hell, right?》

Talking about the weather is the easiest card to play. He smiled a bit shily to you before answering. 《 Don't tell me, I hate how hot is in here. Are you new? I've never seen you around》

《 I just moved in with my brother, actually. 》

《 You're a southie for sure. I like your accent.》

You giggle at his words, while he gets some confidence, passing a hand through this short hair. 《 you got me. You don't sound californian as well》.

《 Maybe because I'm not》. There was a moment in which he seemed to be doubtful, like he changed his mind and he didn't want actually to talk with you. He looked at you with a weird expression, like he realised something was off. 《 What's your name?》, he asked then, almost suspicious.

And then you lied. You rarely give your real name to strangers. A self defence mechanism for girls. 《 Vanessa. You?》

He looked more relaxed, 《 Eric.》

《 Nice to meet you Eric... Do you know a nice bar around? 》

《 Maybe I know a place 》 he reflected, smiling a bit malicious. He was definitely flirting. 《 Can offer you a beer or something? Just to welcome you in town.》

You are not ready for a new story yet, but after almost a year after you broke up with Shawn, you needed at least some human conctact. Eric was nice with you since the beginning. He invited you to this dive bar after the gym a couple of times, not far from your place. He paid for you a couple of cocktails while having a real nice Conversation. A superficial one, about the tattoos that covered him. About living in LA. You mentioned your brother a couple of times and he talked about his roomates and all the crazy things they have done during the pandemic.

He told you he is a Producer and you told him you're still unemployed.

One way or another, he got closer to you in a matter of days. And when he kissed you, you obliged and kiss him back. One thing leaded to another and the two of you ended fucking in the back of his SUV. And oh boy... you needed it so much. It was a quickie, but he seemed to be promising. His long fingers stimulated you untill you cried out for pleasure. His mounth divoured you inch by inch. And his cock....

He knew how to use it, let's say that.

After, he gave you his number and the two of you planned to see each other by the end of the week, at the gym, after your yoga class and his class of jujitsu....

The morning after you're fresh and relaxed like you weren't in months. Matt tends to be overprotective so you didn't told him about Eric while you were having breakfast. You need to know this guys deeply before accept that you know have a situationship. And your brother doesn't need to know about you screacting you itchies.

He has a hot temper when someone looks at his dear little sis.

After breakfast you got ready to meet the band again after almost three years.

《 I can't believe Vincent quitted. He was the nicest.》

Matt sighs while driving to the guys' house, mentally focused on the traffic. 《 youll see him when we'll be in Virginia, don't worry. 》

Your eyes slip on streets and houses, wards and parks but you still feel like You're in a new country. You don't know how much it will take to get used to California.

《 here we are》 , Matt says, parking. 《 let's refresh the rules.》

《 Oh c'mon, I'm not twelve anymore》

《 y/n 》

《 alright! I don't have to embarrass you while you're free to be mean on me. I don't have to embarrass myself talking shit just because I'm nervous and if the music sucks, I can't tell your precious Noah.》

《 You can do better but, more or less, that's it. Lets go. I need another coffe and maybe something sweet before start to film the music video. 》

It's so weird filming inside a house and not in a proper set but all this low budget bullshit are quite the normal for small bands, you think.

You have to be their assistant and eventually a PR- so Matt can stop to bitching on twitter all the time- and you know nothing about bands.

According to Matt, you're going to learn quick.

According to Matt. You know that he picked you up for the job so he can force you to write what he wants.

And continuing to bitch around through you.

The guitar player greets you at the door and introduces himself again as Jolly. The rest of the guys minus Noah are in the garage. It's marvelous how Orie, one of the guys who lives here, a director, reorganize the space with tubes and flashlight.

《 What's the name of the song, again? 》 you ask to Nick Folio, whos already youre favorite.

《 Artifical Suicide》 it's the answer, while he takes his place back behind the drums.

《So emo》 it's your honest observation that makes him laught. Matt looks at you in a way that if he could, you would be incinerated where you're standing. You're already embarrassing him.

Nice.

You regret nothing.

It's a lil sister job to make her brother in troubles, that's what pops always says.

Mike brings you a coffe that you accept with a smile, than tells everyone the news about the singer that is still not here.

A diva, of course. That's your first thought. Every singer is a natural diva.

《 He is still looking for the glove.》

《 He would lost his head if it wasn't attacked to his neck》 , a solid comment arrives from Ruffilo, immediatly followed by an annoyed reply from behind you.

《 I can ear you motherfucker. You are- what the fuck?》

You turn in time to face the famous singer and almost choke with the coffe.

《 Yo Noah, do you remember my sister, y/n?》

You see Noah turning pale for a second while trying to say something in return.

You're also speechless for a second, before putting your shit togheter so Matt wont finds out in the first five minutes. 《 Howdy! You... you cut your hair. Nice. I didn't know》

You didn't.

That's why was so easy for Noah to be Eric for almost a week. For a hook up with you. His best friend sister.

....Splendid.

You're fucked.

[ghostie-luvs]

Hey! Can you please do yandere jock x male/gn reader who actually likes him and is 5’4 (and maybe has problems expressing emotion and has ADHD)? Like they werent interested before but then they grew close quickly and then eventually they start dating! So the reader will hug him and kiss him on the cheek <3 or if the reader is overwhelmed (and doesnt like touch but doesnt know how to tell him they are overwhelmed) so they just lock pinkies with him (i find it cute and sentimental bc its like you two are pinky promising to love each other for ever <3) and they will follow him like a little puppy but not talk much/at all <3 (also maybe reader cant handle much affection when overwhelmed but will almost always take hugs bc they feel safe and protected)

Srry if this is long and hella specific. All of them are recommendations so you dont have to write about it <3 have a good day

-🩷

Yandere! Jock x Male/Gn reader <3

  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who cocked a brow when he caught you in the corner of his eye in the bleachers at one of his games, but it seemed you were instead distracted and not paying any attention to the game.

  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who noted that all your friends were laughing and actually watching the game while you were fidgeting in your seat but was cut off by the whistle, getting his mind back in the game.

  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who played the game skillfully, doing his best as usual as he heard the cheers of his name from the bleachers, the light shining down on the field, though his mind kept going back to you.

  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who, with you in mind, won the game as all of his team ran to the center, cheering and celebrating together as they slapped each others’ backs.

  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ whose mind drifted off to you again, as the team and him walked away towards the locker rooms, he turned his head and figure to search for you in the bleachers through the crowd of people leaving.

  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who immediately recognized the group of your friends and left his teammates, walking over as sweat dripped over his body, his eyes scanning for you as he made his way through the crowd of people, trying to reach for your group, his eyes widening once, finally, he sees you, lingering a little bit behind your friends.

  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who lays his hand on your shoulder as he catches up to you, trying to stop you, sweat running down his forehead as the lights shine down on the field and the both of you, trying to get a better look at you, plastering a smile on his face as he sees you turn to face him.

  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ whose smile falls as he sees the expression on your face, your lips pressed into a thin line, as you tense up at his touch, and he pulls his hand away at the reaction.

  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who watches you walk away, a frown now on his face as he tries to call for you again but to no avail, you wouldn’t spare him a glance.

  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who grumbles to himself, turning on his heel as he walks away, back to the locker rooms where his team was, scoffing and forgetting about you. But instead, he decides he might as well try and see why you acted in such a way. He didn’t do anything wrong, did he? No, of course he didn’t.

  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who, the next day, catches you in the corner of his eye again, deciding to approach you and try to talk to you again. But instead, he’ll try harder and maybe act more polite.

  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who approaches you as you speak to your friends, noting your reaction to his touch from yesterday, keeping his hands to himself. He stands, smiling as he hands you chocolates? It wasn’t even Valentine’s Day, but it was an effort.

  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who laughs a little as he sees your eyes widen, sputtering as you try and figure out his intention with him giving you chocolates, and he pushes the chocolates toward your chest and soon, you accept it, looking up at him.

  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who, from then on, started getting closer to you, learning about your habits, picking up on the fact that you don’t like much touch. And so, he accepts the suggestion of locking pinkies with you, as you two walk down the halls, students parting for the both of you as you stay silent, following him, and he blabbers on about his day, still dumbfounded that you had accepted him being your boyfriend a couple days ago.

  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who glares at everyone walking by if they laid their eyes on you, his pinky wrapping around yours more, as he scares each one away, continues to talk your ears off, not that you mind though. ‘Mine,’ is all he thinks in those moments.

  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who sputters himself as you unexpectedly kiss his cheek, calling him your boyfriend and a bright smile crosses his face, a dumb love struck expression on his face now as you both continue to walk in the halls, linking pinkies.

  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who, as you both reach a secluded spot near the less populated stairs in that one corner of the school, pulls you in close, his arms wrapping around you, after he asked for permission first of course.

  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who reminds you, that you’re his, his his his his his and that no one can take you. He whispers this into your ear, as you both embrace each other in the secluded spot that soon becomes the spot you both would call your own to get away from everyone else.

  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ “mine, okay? You’re mine, don’t forget it.”

A/n: Here you are, love! Thank you for the request and I do hope this satisfies you,, if there are any mistakes, please let me know <3

please note that this is a separate request and not a part four to my jock, readers, thank you!

as always, reblogs and more are appreciated!!

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[the-s1lly-corner]

Hi I’m new to your blog and I saw that your writing for ADC!(amazing digital circus) and I’d like to request a jax x reader(GN or fem) who is REALLY nice and soft(nice, understanding and helpful)but whenever she’s in her ‘days’ she has really bad mood swings(and really bad cramps) and acts the opposite of how she usually acts (mean,sarcastic and a jerk to everyone) basically How jax would be dealing with that

Ty and have an amazing day!<3

Jax x reader who is having a bad day !

unrelated to the request but for the past like, two or three days ive been bouncing between multiple different interests and i dont. like it.. i think its because im not quite done with my metalocalypse brainrot, and my tadc rot is starting to wane since its just the pilot out now but i dont wanna let go of tadc so soon and grrrrrr so now im sitting here bouncing between fran bow, the owl house, metalocalypse, tadc, and creepypasta, its all so weird and it sucks because i love all those things but i can only focus on one thing at once i hate this anyways mini ramble over, admin is just being silly with their interests because theyre bad at dividing themselves in terms of fandoms if that makes sense

honestly i think the moment you say something snarky to him hes going to do a double take, to make sure it was actually you who said and not someone else; as well as making sure hes not finally going insane

i think how he goes about it would depend on if the relationship is romantic or platonic... but i think regardless he would carry some annoyance... like sure hes an asshole to everyone and puts everyone in a sour mood a lot of the time but he thinks its funny... but when the same energy is there but unprompted it hits different

dudes just an asshole and messing with people is how he keeps himself sane unfortunately

if this were platonic and you guys werent that close he might just go about the day as usual, i think, doesnt carry much incentive to push through a simple "oh whats wrong", he doesnt strike me as the type of guy to go out of his way to ask how youre doing and what he can do to help... at least not unless hes deeply invested in the relationship

if you two were closer or even in a romantic relationship then he would actually be more likely to do something, like taking you off to the side to separate yourself from the commotion of the rest of the circus

its really only here that he grinds his antics to a halt in order to focus on hearing you out

not much of a comforter, though, i can definitely imagine him kind of stiffening up when someone starts crying around him. awkward "there, there," shoulder pats

[dorylinae-supremacy]

Taking a break from writing striped hat so I can ramble about fae AU's again they're one of my fav things ever.

Tags: DSBI, dark Techno, dark Phil, dark Kristin, mentioned Kristin, kidnapping, impersonation, usual fae stuff tbh, its like 600 words of me rambling about fic ideas below the cut, read more if thats your jam.

Idk if I've mentioned it before but I've been toying with the concept that fae take the face of the first human they've tricked and then it slowly morphs into something thats more their own.

This isn't rooted in any actual folklore as far as I'm aware but I like the vibe it adds. It adds another layer of terror to every interaction with them. Each time you come across a fae, you're looking into the eyes of their first victim.

Maybe they tweak it a bit here and there so they can lure other humans better but I like to think it stays mostly the same. It also adds another layer to things from the fae's perspective as well.

A fae close to their family might deliberately pick out and push a human into a deal if they think it'll make them look similar to their other families faces.

It can also add a layer where fae bloodlines might literally just prey upon entire human families purely for aesthetics. The worst part is a human might not even know that thats the case, they might just chalk it up to a generational curse or bad luck.

Something like this wouldn't apply to four seasons since they werent born fae and thus already had their faces but that wouldn't apply to Phil. The dude they see could genuinely just be the face of some unlucky traveller centuries ago.

These faces could also be used as lures for other humans who might've known the tricked person before. All the fae has to do is look a little scuffed up and beg for help in a hidden circle and they've got a steady supply of victims.

It also means that if any of the humans they steal do get out somehow, the people they knew might turn away from them and assume a fae is tricking them.

I know I'm rambling but its such a tasty plot device.

But anyway I wanna try it eventually. I have one fleshed out fic in my head where fae!Wil tries to trick human!Techno but kinda messes up the order that you're meant to do things.

Fae take the face after as a trophy of sorts, he took it before making any deals to try and be more relatable to him since they're both kids.

Human!Techno is, of course, a very well adjusted prince and naturally decides that this fae is his twin and that he has to have him. So with the help of years of training against fae, he's able to trick Wilbur and steal him.

The rest of the fic is Wil being terrified because the yoink has been reversed but even after he reveals the fact that he's a fae Kristin and Phil have already decided to keep him. No running for him :)

But I have another in mind where twinsduo end up taking the faces of two princes in a kingdom but then get mistaken for actually being them.

Maybe the princes were playing in the forest before getting yoinked but either way a royal guard comes and just drags them back to the castle.

They can't really do much about it since they're super young fae and there's a lot of iron around but things only get worse when the antarctic empire invades and takes them hostage, still thinking that they're the actual princes.

Originally they were just gonna bide their time until they can go back into the woods again but now they're being kept as hostage and Phils getting more and more interested in how odd they keep acting.

Obviously it ends in them getting surprise adopted but I'm not sure how to get from point A to B yet so more brainrot will be scheduled for when I work it out.

[hollypunkers]

personal star wars opinion vent

idk why people who like old republic star wars stuff like me are so defensive of the old jedi. they werent great. thats why i like them. its ok. “the jedi were actually right” well, i have consumed more than my doctor’s recommended share of star wars movies and books and tv shows and… um, i never had THAT take. what on earth?

like, even Star Trek knows their fantasy space government isnt perfect but the authors were trying to make their best example of a responsible society where people valued being moral above all else. the authors of Star Wars were explicitly trying to show where the old republic and jedi went wrong. they lived next door to sith lords for years and didn’t even notice, like, they weren’t even good at the one thing that was their “spec-ial-ity”. also, its totally cool to separate kids from their families even if the families would want them back? even if the kids are brought to war zones and expected to fight/work? YALL. what are you defending here.

I like the old republic and the old jedi order too, but like, NEITHER one was good and both explicitly had fallen morally to such a state that a sith lord literally took over and the galaxy suffered TREMENDOUSLY as a result of their incompetence. “Slavery is outlawed in the Republic” well dude, its being openly practiced on multiple planets. if only someone could do something about it. like the galactic wide government and their highly moral magical negotiation/military force? oh, they can’t? maybe theyre not that good at doing what they say they do. maybe they say a lot of nice things but when push comes to shove the jedi commit genocides and hide the evidence (murdering those tuskens was downright jedi-like, dont you know?). maybe questioning your government and not letting them get away with shit, even to the point of direct action and even violent rebellion, is a good thing. its almost like that was always the point.

[razcina]

i’ll be there // Ch.2

sam carpenter x fem!reader - masterlist

i’ll be there Ch.1 !!

Samantha Carpenter struggles with her new life in NYC, not having much of a purpose other than to be the protector of her friends and family, and to attend therapy for feeling like an absolute psychopath and having the whole word view her as such. With all of her vices, will Sam be able to open her heart and let someone in?

wordcount: 1500

!! not proof-read, will edit. english isnt my first language haha

“Dont..”

You internally jumped when you felt Sam grab your hand and tilting your chin up to meet her deep brown eyes.

“w-what-“

you stuttered.

“Dont go.. please”

Sams mouth was moving faster than her mind could keep up.

“I-I uh- want to know you too..”

Your eyes dart around the room anxiously

“Please.. you.. Ive never..”

She glances back over at Tara and Mindy, who are cutting loose and probably drunk.

“I’ll come with you.. or walk you home? they uh.. theyll be fine f-for a moment-“

Sams expression falls as you back away, feigning a smile while you were clearly on the verge of breaking down.

“I um.. I can’t, i sh-shouldn’t, Im sorry..”

“But why? ..Dont shut me out now..”

Sam reaches for you but you pull away, stumbling back

“I-im not.. this was a mistake-“

“..What?”

Sam looks heartbroken as she watches you turn away

“yn..”

You can’t stop the tears as you bolt, quickly pushing through the door into the small yard out back. The cool air feels nice on your clammy skin, relieving the tension you felt. With your head down, you treck across the grass until you bump into a large cherry-blossom tree. Its an odd season to be blooming, but you werent complaining.

Cherry blossoms had always been.. her.. favorite.

Sighing, you carefully slide down the trunk until youre sitting in the small pile of petals at the base of the tree. Your panic begins to settle down as you catch your breath, thinking over what had just happened.

That was her.. that was Samantha Loomis..

She was very different from what you had envisioned. She seemed troubled, but kind and protective. The way she was looking out for her sister and her friends tugged at your heartstrings.

You sigh softly as you pull out the small heart locket you’ve worn religiously around your neck ever since that day.

You can’t believe you actually introduced yourself to her...

She was the one responsible for shooting her.. your late girlfriend, Amber Freeman.

You were terrified of how she had made you feel.. here you were feeling flustered? and borderline flirting? It had to be the alcohol..

Sighing you rub your temples as you as you rub the charmed necklace between your fingers.

Amber was perfect to you, affectionate, protective, one hell of a tongue, in both whispering sweet nothings into your ears in the mornings and in the evenings, well, she oh so passionately made you the sweet nothing.

Yes.. absolutely perfect.. until she was groomed into psychopathy by a 30year redditor with a knife kink to recreate some dumb movie he was obsessed with, all in exchange for the false promise of fame, security. He used your name to blackmail her, saying he would kill you if she didnt help him, threatening to harm you and make you the “opening kill”.

You felt the tears stinging, how could she have been so naive to fall for that.. and why hadnt she told you until it was too late? Not just that, everyone in Woodsburo sneers Ambers name. You couldn’t talk about her to anyone who even knew of the muders, much less explain the truth.. You clutched the locket and broke into a quiet sob, wishing you could have done something, wishing you could have saved her, or at the least gone with her.

Sam hadn’t wasted a second, quickly following you out of the building to make sure you were alright. She watched with worry as you slumped down into the grass and curled up. Seeing the way you tucked yourself and hid reminded her of Tara.. and all she wanted to do was to comfort you.. return the love you had shown her.

Walking up behind you, Sam was about to make her presence known, until you pulled out the heart locket from under your shirt.

Sam stood frozen. She recognized that necklace.. What the fuck?? That was.. Were you one of the killers? One that had gotten away? It couldn’t be..

Sam girt her teeth, scowling at her own foolishness.

“Im so sorry I couldnt save you..”

Sam heard you whispering and her face contorted with disgust and anger. This girl was seriously mourning Amber Freeman, wishing for her return when she hurt and

“I never should have let it get this far.. I should have been there.. im so sorr-“

You instantly cut off when you hear a disgruntled huff behind you. Darting around to see Sam you instantly enter panic mode, poorly attempting to scramble back, holding the necklade hidden.

“S-sam please-“

You whisper holding your hands above your face as she stepped closer.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Sam growls.

“One of the killers? Is that why you came up to me? To kill me as revenge for your Psycho ex girlfriend??”

“NO!”

You yell, stuttering mess as you try to explain.

“Please.. sh-she was manipulated, by Richie Kirsch- she would never have hurt anyone otherwise. H-he blackmailed her- I-I- didnt know until it was too late-“

Sam expression remains firm as she cuts you off.

“Why did you seek me out? acting like you didnt know who i was, only to get a reaction out of me? Those.. flirty looks, what were those for?”

Sam crouches down and gets close to your face

“What do you want from me that isnt some malicious intent, when youre clearly not over your.. her..??”

You can hear the anger in Sams voice, but also betrayal and disappointment. Her dark brown eyes staring intently into your honey colored ones.

Taking a shakey breath and trying to keep your composure, you attempt to explain in the simplest way you could.

“Amber was obsessed with you, yes your heritage to Billy, but she had always wondered what you were like. She wasnt always the way y-you came to know her..”

You wipe your tears, catching glimpse of Sams expression softening? If only slightly, it helped you relax a bit.

“She was passionate and thoughtful, protective just like you, I-I dont have enough words to describe even a fraction of how genuine and sweet she was..”

You trail off, realizing youre getting off track you clear your throat and look down.

“She never had the chance to meet you.. in a proper setting. And even though you..

You eyes felt watery again as you remember hearing on the news how Sam shot Amber in the head.

“I wanted to do it for her.. sven if thats weird or creepy- So atleast I would know, and.. maybe get the chance to tell her some day.. “

As your eyes wander to the night sky, Sam looks to the side, her arms crossed. Shes trying her best to process this information, but shes utterly speechless.

“Im sorry Sam..”

She hears the pain in your voice, and despite the horrors that this woman had caused, she knows what its like to lose someone like that. The way you seemed to look for Amber in the stars, mumbling to her like you know shes still there, how you carefully protected that necklace..

There was no way Sam would be able to digest all of this information about Amber Freeman so quickly. A name she hadn’t heard in well over a year now, that had been who she had blamed for all of the wreckage.. S haking her head, Sam instead shifted her focused on you, trying to bring herself back to the present moment.

Every fiber in Sams being was telling her to run, to drive away, anything to get away from this likely sociopathic girl. But the way your doe eyes shimmered as they looked back to meet her own.

She couldnt resist it..

Sam carefully reached out, gently brushing a cherry blossom petal that had fallen into your hair. She takes note of the way you flinch slightly, as if expecting her rage.. likely due to how the Woodsburo news had depicted her after the incident.

Sam takes a deep breath as she lets her hand fall and sits down a few meters from you, also in the grass under a different tree. Her hands fiddle in her lap as she tries to find the words.

“So.. was i everything you.. she.. had hoped for?”

The taller woman asks quietly now, the bite having left her tone as she watches you, focusing on only you and the present moment. (She would have a meltdown trying to cope with the new information later. but we’ll get to that.)

You look up at Sam, studying her and the way she now looked at you with.. concern, almost. Your voice is but a tiny whisper, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

“I think she would have adored you.”

[greasersgyatt]

Hiii <3 can you write an outsiders tickle fic where a female reader is really ticklish but tries her best to hind it from Dally but of course he finds out and takes advantage of her ticklishness? Dally is such a teasing tickler 🙈

{Yesss❗️❗️}

Dally and Y/N have been friends for a good few years now. They were two stereotypical boy - girl bestfriends. They would tease eachother, make fun of eachother just for fun and they would be reslly touching just for shits and giggles. They reslly didnt mind eachother, infact they loved eachothers company. Even if theyre both bitches to eachother 24/7.

Y/N invited Dallas over to her house just like any oher day. They were sitting in her bed while watching a horror movie and eating snacks. They loved having little movie days even if they did it almost everyday. It was always enjoyable for Dally to scare Y/N during the scary parts of movies because she would always give the best reactions.

Today, dally tried something new.

As they watched a new horror movie that came out, dally started to scare her. “You know this movie is based off a true story?” Dally said, glancing at Y/N as he tried to keep a straight face. “Shut up Dally, Its not!” Y/N nervously chuckled, trying her best not to seem scared even though she was literally hiding halfway under the blankets. “Yeah it was. I heard that the killer in the movie was actually real and that hes still out on the run or something” dallas replied, focusing his eyes back onto the tv where the movie was playing. “Cut your shit. I’m not that dumb to believe your shitty lies” Y/N groaned. She knew dally too well to fall for that. “Well, its not gonna be me who is gonna be out with you, protecting you from him” dallas smirked, knowing that Y/N didn’t believe his bullshit. “Ha, you think i need protection? Especially by you? Youre really funny, dallas” Y/N said, laughing lightly in his face. “Im gonna be the one laughing when your ass gets beat and murdered” dallas muttered quietly under his breath. He purposely said it quietly to tick Y/N off. Y/N glared at dallas. “I can protect myself you dumbass” Y/N said,rolling her eyes. “As if” Dallas added on, laughing as he poked her side to mess with her. Suddenly, Y/N squealed. Her face heated up red with embarrassment. Dallas stared at her with the most shocked but evil grin ever. “You ticklish, Y/N?” Dallas asked playfully. The grin never wiped off his face as he waited for an answer. “..no? Just caught me off guard” Y/N replied back but never looked at Dallas. She was too embarrassed to. “You sure, ma’am?” Dallas asked, not believing her for a second. “Yeah,now watch the movie you dork” Y/N muttered, forcing herself to keep her eyes strictly on the tv screen and nowhere else. “Oh yea? Lets see if youre lying, shall we?” Dallas insisted before creeping his hands behind Y/N’s back slowly. Y/N could already feel the tickly feeling creeping on her sides just from how dallas is taking his sweet ass time. She tried to block her sides with her elbows but she was too late.

Dallas suddenly dug his fingers into her sides, wiggling them all around. Y/N’s soft laughter filled up the room pretty quickly. “Dahahallas!!-” she screamed through her laughter. “Stahahawp it yohohou shithehehead!!” She added on. “Thought you werent ticklish?” Dallas whispered into her ear purposely pushing the air out from his lips harshly so that she could feel the tingly feeling on the side of her neck. That worked so well. It had her squirming her neck to the side, giggling aswell as trying to shove dallas’s hands away from her body. Dallas was too smart for that tho. He moved his hands quickly to different spots so that 1) she couldn’t get used to the feeling of tickling in one spot. 2) so she couldnt smack his hand away at any time. “Awh, does it ti- ti- tickle?” Dallas snickered, moving his hand up to Y/N’s ribs, then to her hips. Her hips made her laugh so uncontrollably. “cuhuhut it ohohout!!” She shrieked. dallas couldnt help himself but continue for another few minutes until Y/N was practically begging to be let go. “Im gohonna get yohohou back..” Y/N giggled out though he probably wasnt too serious about it. “Sure you will” dallas smirked.

[i-sveikata]

"He’s not pulling away, he’s worrying about Vegas pulling away- that’s why he’s so concerned about Vegas’ mental state and why his thoughts are so focused on the emotions Vegas might be hiding from him right now." Oh yes that reminds me of the last chapter when Pete tries to talk about it with Vegas in the shower, it was also a very interesting scene but which seemed very short to me (or maybe it was just an attempt at the real confrontation as you seem to point out); when Pete makes him point out that Vegas is looking for pain and then he makes a connection with his father and how he highlights that Vegas has not externalized the mourning of his father, that he would still be in a kind of denial?

"It’s Pete who is pushing to deepen things whilst Vegas is internally panicking and closing himself off in preparation for losing him (this is the longest anyone has ever lasted with Vegas and he’s so ready for the other shoe to drop. He’s certain he’s going to ruin it eventually and lose Pete for good). So it’s especially vulnerable of Pete to be reaching out like this and trusting Vegas won’t hurt him." It’s true that now that you mention it, we talk a lot about Pete being on the defensive but we don’t talk enough about Vegas even though it seems more subtle and ingrained in him. During the coup, he even said a sentence (I don’t remember it) where he let it be understood that he was acting like this because he knew that he had no chance with Pete deep down and that despite asking for it and wanting it, he is the one who rejects and self-sabotages the relationship. It's so subtle that at times I end up forgetting it because Vegas literally in the extremes, the famous "all or nothing" operation, he is so extreme and deep in his love and desire for Pete but at the same time, he seems to be the one who would be the most afraid of a peaceful and reciprocal relationship with Pete. Did I make a point? I would be really very curious to know your opinion.

Your teasing makes me even more impatient omg can't wait for this chapter, I love the deep conversations between the two and the fact that they are going to talk about Vegas' suicide attempt and his desire for pain I AM SO READY)

Thank you so much for your answers, while waiting for the chapters I hold on to it ahah

oh yes that scene in the shower was defs an attempt to work through how messed up they are at the moment but pete's torn between needing to ask these hard questions and knowing vegas isn't well enough to be answering them. so hes struggling to hold himself back and establish boundaries because vegas wont set boundaries with pete like he should. thats why pete is setting them on his behalf.

Yes vegas is still not at all coping with his father's death so he's still in denial of reality stage at the present- which the drugs really werent helping because it's softened reality, made it blurry at the edges too much for him to reach any kind of acceptance. yesssss Pete's defensiveness/ walls are much more obvious to the readers because its his POV and vegas is always the one trying to deepen their relationship/ push them further along the line to get them to the stage that he wants and needs them to be i.e together in a committed relationship.

so its very easy to see that and not notice the ways vegas is still trying to protect himself from the eventuality of losing pete. its definitely more subtle because everything else about vegas is so loud and direct its easy for pete (and the readers) to miss this element of their dynamic. but it's 100% there and is totally a trauma response. like hes desperate for petes love and acceptance of their relationship but hes also terrified of actually getting it. consider this is a guy where like 90% of the things he tries to succeed at or chooses to want, he gets belittled for or fails at or is sabotaged by life and circumstances to fail. he didnt have a father backing him if he wanted to try something for himself, all of vegas' moves, his business decisions, his violent reputation and manipulative behaviours have been carefully curated by his father who recognised these talents and decided to nurture them over everything else. vegas isn't used to being the one making the decisions. he might resist and chafe and temporarily rebel against those orders if he thinks differently or has different (or better) ideas of how to manage things but his father always ended up getting his way in the end. Pete is the only real exception to this.

so he's been policed and hovered over, parts of him squashed out until he's been whittled down to the essentials of what his father expected and wanted from him. and his father's influence has been so strong that all of the horrible things he's said vegas is and told him that he's only capable of, Vegas has to some degree or other taken this in as a part of his identity and believed it- regardless of whether it was true or not.

being with pete has forced him to confront that image of himself and recognise that the parts of him his father squashed might have been made smaller, might have become quieter but that doesnt mean they stop being part of him. but that's an extremely hard kind of abuse to work against because it's been incorporated into his belief system and that's why he said those things during the coup because he truly believes he'll fuck it up or sabotage it (intentionally or not) in the end and that's why it was even more terrifying to have pete offering him everything he wanted.

because nothing works out for him!!! he's learned to survive based around that non-stop disappointment so it literally breaks his brain when good things are happening to him because good things don't happen to him!! they can't!! and he can't cope if they do.

i wouldnt say he's necessarily afraid of a peaceful relationship with pete- he just doesnt know how to have that kind of relationship because all of his relationships are either dysfunctional or held together by family obligation. what he's most afraid of is having a taste of a good life with pete, of understanding what it's like to be loved and respected and admired and needed, to have someone actually want his company for once, to truly enjoy having him around- and then lose it. for him it's like getting a drop of water in the desert, will it quench his thirst entirely and satisfy him? or will it leave him desperate for more now that he's finally had that first taste?

vegas has survived this long by convincing himself he can survive anything, by moving forward through an impossibly strong will. but what frightens him most about pete, i think, is that if he has pete and then loses him, is that he seems to know already that he won't survive that. so its self preservation to be afraid and guarded and keep pete a little at arms length even as he desperately wants to let him in and never let him go.

but dont worry hes going to work out that he's safe with pete eventually!!! and once those floodgates open he's going to give pete everything. he wont hold back like that again, he wont be able to.

oh sorry about the teasing!!! haha but yeah we are defs very very close to getting there!! ive been doing so much world building/ location research you would not believe how random my google search history is at the moment lmao but im definitely filling up those gaps i've left so the chapter is nearly fully fleshed out!! youre so welcome!!

[notlelesposts]

Can i req a fic with Yuri? Any scenario you want :)

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 — yuri

genre: angst

cw: gn!reader

notes: leave more requests guys !

you acted like you never noticed yuri staring at you from afar, but you most definitely did. It honestly was surprising. you never were really that popular, so youd never expect anyone to be so focused on you.

it was only a few days since a girl named nanno transferred to the school before another girl named yuri had transferred aswell. two new students in the same month really made them the talk of the school.

before you even said a word to nanno, yuri had always been sneaking glances at you. she never came up to talk to you, though.

it became worse when you started to hang around nanno. yuri wouldnt stop staring. even when you looked directly at her, she never looked away. infact, she smiled.

you didnt really care when she had suddenly gained her staring problem at first, but you started to get a little creeped out when her stares turned into glares. she would even stare at you more intensely whenever you were near nanno.

you guessed that the two girls didnt like eachother, but you werent really sure why. it wasnt even actually your business anyway, so you never asked nanno about it. you just chose to ignore it and hoped the dirty looks would stop.

one day at lunch, you were sitting alone and nanno was nowhere to be found. she was in all the classes earlier, so you wondered why she had disappeared.

“nannos not who you think she is.”

you looked up at the person speaking to you, realizing it was yuri. “oh, hey yuri.” you furrowed your eyebrows. “what do you mean by that?”

yuri smiled. “ive known her way longer than you. shes not a good person. at all.”

“uhm.. alright, thanks for letting me know…” you were confused. the first time yuri talked to you, it was to say that? you knew yuri didnt like the girl but you didnt think she would try and get rid of her friendships too.

you soon realized that it was the perfect opportunity to ask her about her not so subtle staring. “hey.. may i ask why you always stare at me?”

yuri wasnt surprised you asked that. she actually expected it. “oh, well i just wanted to be friends with you?”

you noticed how yuris voice sounded unsure, what you didnt notice is the reason for it. yuri was very unsure of her feeling towards you. she knew she felt jealousy whenever she saw you with nanno, but she also didnt exactly understand the reason for it.

she also definitely didnt want to take the time to evaluate her feelings fully either, becaude then that would mean she needs to face what she felt about you. she was confused and she didnt want it clarified.

she was worried that if she did get clarity on all these emotions she feels for you, she would get the answer of love. the one thing she didnt need right now.

not knowing about any of yuris ulterior feeling, yiur face lit up as you nodded. “i would love to be your friend!” you pushed the bad feeling you got to the back of your mind and ignored the feeling of unease you got whenever yuri had stared at you before. atleast you got a new friend!

friend.

yuri knew thats not all she wanted to be, but its what she settled for. she cant handle love, and she wasnt sure when she would be able to.

.

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[faithlesbian]

trans angel thesis post

so me and @titsgirlbuffy​ on our joint watch noticed this line (in my header image!) from btvs s1e7 and immediately thought hehehe well he said he’s not a man, that means He’s Trans. partly due to the existing bank of star trek characters who clearly meant they werent human but just happened to phrase it a certain way -- its great fun to just take these lines out of context and run with them

[ID: angel in a darkly lit scene saying “I can walk like a man, but I’m not one.”]

the thing is tho the further we got the more trans angel material we kept finding. like we weren’t even looking it was just There. so it went from basically a joke to the actual lens through which we’re now watching ats so. here’s the trans angel thesis post i guess!

so obviously this line was intended to mean hes a demon. its from the episode where we first find out hes a vampire, so the writers are clearly using “not a man” to mean “not a human being” as mentioned before. but then there’s the flashbacks in ats s1e15 to when he was alive and definitely human which...

[ID: three screenshots of angel and his father in 1700s dress. his father says “It’s a son I wished for! A man! Instead, God gave me you.” while Angel looks hurt]

i remember another post (which i will try and find and link to) saying that darla was trapped by societal confines of womanhood and she was drawn to angel bc he was being crushed by societal expectations of masculinity -- “being a man” was something he resoundingly failed at in life. crucially also his birth name, Liam, is left off his headstone and no one ever calls him it again. in contrast to spike for example, who still responds to William, Angel seems to consider Liam to effectively be his deadname (which is funny yk given he only used it when he was alive), and both of his chosen names, Angelus and Angel, are much less masculine.

spike regularly refers to himself as a man, he also sometimes acknowledges that he’s not technically a man meaning not human, but for him this is paired with wishing he could be a man (”i know that i’m a monster, but you treat me like a man” btvs s5e22, “to be a kind of man...” s7e22). in every sense masculinity isn’t something that seems to cause him any kind of distress to be associated with, and while he still has a fascinating relationship to gender i think you’d be hard pushed to say he doesn’t identify as male (tho i’d love to hear any takes on that!!).

on the other hand, here we have one of the few times angel willingly refers to himself as a man in btvs s3e10

[ID: two screenshots of angel, crying and facing buffy, saying “It’s not the demon in me that needs killing, Buffy. It’s the man.”]

if there is a part of himself that he sees as a man, its something he associates with guilt, failure and weakness. obviously there’s other layers to this scene but i do think the word choice is interesting!!

and then theres what i consider one of the seminal trans angel episodes, ats s2e6. first of all he admits that he changes his appearance based on how he wants other people to see him, that he’s worried about what they think. the character he’s talking to in these scenes tells him since he doesn’t have an actual reflection, his outward appearance only matters when considering the people around him, and that there’s two versions of him -- “the image you’ve worked so hard to create, and the real you.”

[ID: Angel, looking concerned and saying “Maybe my persona is a little affected”]

his outward - masculine - presentation is something he maintains for the sake of what others think of him, it’s not an authentic expression of who he is (see this post by @buffyology​ on how he literally seems to get his whole wardrobe directly from mens fashion magazines). also in this episode, he refers to the aspects of himself that he’s repressing as “it” -- dehumanising but also degendering the things he doesn’t want to come to the surface

[ID: four screenshots of dialogue between angel and another character out of frame. he asks angel “it?” to which angel responds “the demon.” the other character then says “ah. But the demon is you.” angel says “no”, the other character responds “yes. That’s the thing you’ve spent so much energy trying to conceal.”]

he explicitly labels the things about himself he’s afraid of other people seeing with a genderless pronoun, lumping in the demonic aspects of himself alongside the other things being hidden by his artificial masculine outward presentation. he hates himself for being a vampire, and for having done awful things in the past, but also for failing to live up to the expectations of masculinity that he’s still hollowly trying to perform now as he was when he was alive.

masculinity is tied to humanity which is tied to morality -- he ascribes the bad parts of himself to “the demon” which is also genderless, he equates his failure to be a good person with his failure to be a man. in ats s1e15 his father tells him he’s neither a son nor a man, and later on in the same episode darla tells a freshly turned angelus that he’ll never be able to get his father’s approval and that his defeat will last lifetimes -- he’s still trying to prove himself a man and he’s never going to succeed. in ats s2e5 we get this exchange as darla burns angel with a cross

 [ID: three screenshots of a standoff between angel and darla, in the first two he holds her by the throat while she burns him with a crucifix. she says “See? No matter how good a boy you are... God doesn’t want you.” In the third screenshot she stands apart and says “But I still do.”]

Darla's word choice in this scene also links masculinity to morality and humanity - essentially saying he will never be a good enough person nor perform masculinity convincingly enough to be accepted by anyone but her, because he's a vampire and he can't change this fact of who his is.

but it’s not a moral failing not to want to be a man, and as much as angel tries to hide and repress it it’s still going to come through because it’s just who he is. while trying his best to Look like a man, he’s still finding ways to assert his identity through his choice of name and aversion to gendered language

[ID: two screenshots cropped to just show subtitles - “More than you might think, Mr. Angel.” “Just Angel”]

[ID: two screenshots cropped to just show subtitles - “Yeah, I’m gonna  have to go with Dead Boy on this one.” “Could you not call me that?”] And  then there’s this scene where he’s talking about the differences  between him and Cordelia and like, i get the joke but also. come on. he  cannot commit to calling himself a man without chickening out

[ID: two screenshots dodgily cropped and stitched together to just show subtitles - “Human. Vampire. Woman. Man... pire.”]  admittedly most of these lines have fairly obvious intended meanings and me and @titsgirlbuffy  were likely picking up on the subtext mostly because we were watching  both shows through this lens. it could be argued as a niche reading - up  until ats s3e6 that is, in which there’s a guy called Billy who can  curse men to become fucked up and evil, who tries to curse Angel, only  for him to be immune. A curse. That only affects men. to which he is,  randomly, immune.

[ID: four screenshots cropped to just show subtitles - “[Cordelia] I  don’t get it.” Angel replies “I don’t get it, either.” and Cordelia  continues “I mean, you’re a man, so, why didn’t Billy’s touch affect  you?”]   I cannot stress enough that they genuinely didn’t have a good  reason -- whoever wrote this episode hadn’t come up with a decent  explanation as to why angel was immune to the Curse That Affects Men.  This is not a great episode but I do consider it to be basically canon  confirmation that Angel at the very least isn’t cis.So to  conclude, Angel is nonbinary/transfemme and has been trying and failing  to perform masculinity well enough to hide this since he was alive. He  objects to being called masculine terms and almost never refers to  himself as a man, he changed his name to something more androgynous and  refuses to go by his old name, and he admits to dressing and acting a  certain way to seem more normal and masculine in other people’s eyes. He  associates the parts of himself that he hates, fears, and represses,  with genderlessness. And he is immune to a curse that only affects men.  thank you for reading this long fucking post!

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Frodo’s First Date

- not only was this your first date for the two of you, but this was Frodo’s first actual date, and he was as certain to make it memorable as he was terrified of every single thing that could possibly go wrong

- he hadnt told you that this was his first time ever asking a girl out, let alone that this was to be his first date

- despite being very good friends, Frodo approached you with his gaze fixed on the grass beneath your feet, his hands shoved in his pockets, and his shaky voice barely above a whisper as he asked you if you would like to have a picnic with him under the stars later that evening

- while he rushed to mumble that he would provide all the food and the picnic blanket and that you werent obliged to say yes and if you didnt feel that way about him then that was fine but if you did possess those feelings for him he really wouldnt know what to tell you but he would be very happy indeed- you lifted his chin with your hand and giggled as you assured him that you would love to go on a date with him

- Frodo was utterly speechless. part of him had thought you would say yes because you wouldnt realise he was asking you out on a date, and the rest of him was purely prepared for rejection, but you did realise it was a date, and you still wanted to go? he couldnt believe his luck!

- he immediately ran home to Bilbo and ranted to his uncle about how lovely you are while he prepared the picnic for your date, and Bilbo was laughing and shaking his head at his besotted nephew

- Frodo made sure to arrive at the field considerably earlier than when you had suggested you meet there, because he wanted to set the plates of food before you arrived, so that his hands werent shaking too much to actually prepare the food and pour you a drink

- when you walked up over the hill, a night breeze gently blew your hair in front of your face, and you laughed as you ran your fingers through it to push it back in place

- Frodo couldnt believe his eyes, you were wearing a pale blue, flowing summer dress, clothing he would expect to see on an elf, not a hobbit. you appeared as an ethereal being, and Fordo struggled to come to terms with the fact that you had dressed so elegantly for a date with him

- he scrambled to his feet and jogged over to you, almost tripping over himself as he smiled at you giddily.

“I cant believe Im dining with a creature fairer than Galadriel herself.” Frodo complimented with an unexpected amount of confidence, causing your cheeks to flush pink.

“Shall we?” He asked, gesturing to the plates of food he had set out for you, and you nodded, smiling brightly at him as he took your hand and led you over to the blanket he had laid on the grass earlier that evening.

- with all his worries and fears, Frodo didnt expect the date to go well, much less as perfectly as it actually did

- some part of his rational mind had made him forget how easy it was for him to talk to about anything and everything, and how much he enjoyed listening to you talk about whatever you wanted

- the sound of your laugh blessed his pointed ears more times than he could count, and he was overjoyed at being the cause for your laughter in majority of those instances

- even when the food was long gone, the two of you didnt stop smiling, and ended up lying down on the picnic blanket together, with your head on Frodo’s chest as he brushed strands of hair away from your face

- while you were smiling up at the stars, Frodo was gazing at the reflection of the stars in your eyes

- after a few of hours, the night grew cold, and Frodo used the picnic blanket to wrap around your shoulders and keep you warm as he walked oh home

- with one hand holding yours and the other carrying the empty picnic basket, Frodo was beaming, his smile brighter than the stars you had been so transfixed by previously, which quickly became distant memories as you instead directed your affections towards the hobbit walking beside you

- when he reached your home, you thanked him for a wonderful night, and kissed his cheek before you darted inside

- Frodo stood on your doorstep in shock, his hand slowly lifting to trace over the place on his cheek where your lips had just been

- in a smitten daze, Frodo headed home, and as soon as he set foot through the Baggins front door, Bilbo poked his head round the corner to smile at his nephew.

“How was your date, my boy?”

“Bilbo...I think I just got a kiss from the love of my life.”