#anyway this + common decency of treat people how you want to be treated is why I could never say anything weird or mean online

[vimbry]

every so often I remember the fact that I read somewhere that people working for tmbg are known to check social media tags on occasion and my life flashes before my eyes

[atrwriting]

kisses and other sweet things (part 2) -- billy the kid x cowgirl!reader

hey party people :) posting this when I should be studying HAHA

send good vibes for my civil procedure final tomorrow many thx <3

I watched the scene where billy and ollinger fight and this very much inspired it lol enjoy

as always, warnings: smuuuut, p in v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), dom!billy, brat!reader, violence, blood, pussy slapping, overstimulation

thank you all for reading!!! I love you all so much!!!!

ANYWAYS... part two:

neither one of you told… but it didn’t take long for the others to sniff the air and have an inkling for how the wind changed overnight.

in all honesty, it was billy’s fault.

the man found every way to remain close enough to be considered by your side since that night.

he would sit by you at dinner. he wouldn’t touch another woman. he always looked at you when he told a joke. he always looked at you when someone else said something funny. that joyful twinkle in his eye was reserved for you, and only you, and everyone had picked up on it. not to mention — he’d not only check his horse — but yours as well.

everyone knew what was up. everyone. absolutely everyone.

billy made it abundantly clear without even uttering a word that you two had participated in something similar to carnal relationship.

…but, in all honesty, you didn’t mind.

you would’ve preferred to talk about it, sure. what prevented you from bringing that up to billy was that you didn’t have to pry respect and loyalty out of him — the man just did it, and because he wanted to. it was… okay, fuck it — you have to admit it to yourself: it was nice. billy the kid showing you slightly more than common decency and general enjoyment of your company was nice. you were worried about bringing it up to him at the idea of losing the potential staple of someone having your back, and them trusting you enough to have theirs.

you were fucked. totally fucked. absolutely fucked. no way around it.

the man was a mysterious fuck, as well — looked at you like you were an angel, but has fucked you like even the devil would avert its eyes from the debauchery. respected in the streets, and disrespected in the sheets — every woman’s dreams.

the one unfortunate aspect was… the others. you can usually ignore everyone, and anything — only way to get through life. however, the severity of the teasing had begun to worry you.

it first began with a curt up-down look of when billy always found his way to dismount from his horse and walk next to you. it wasn’t like he was guarding you, no… neither was he following you like a puppy. it was like there was a new form of respect there — and given the fact that most of the men still looked at you like you were just a silly girl, they noticed it. for a split second, in your stupid mind, you thought it would maybe make the rest of the men treat you better — but how could you ever think that? you rolled with these guys because their very existence was about disrespect and taking for themselves.

billy had made you bot outsiders — more than you already were.

like… maybe you weren’t together… but you had each other. you weren’t sure if you could count on him yet — but his actions were… well, they confused you. and you weren’t sure if it was a good or bad confusion yet.

there had been very few moments of privacy, so you were not able to catch him alone and speak about what happened. at first, you figured you both would go about your lives as usual… not wanting to expect too much from a man who appeared to live as he wanted when he wanted to. however… you didn’t expect that how he wanted to live his life was, well — apparently by your side.

unfortunately, thinking things over was not a freedom given to you without obstacles. many of them began giving you and him looks — and then the teasing started. instead of being known by name or a nickname, the men could be heard calling you “billy’s girl” in hushed tones.

you feared the day they finally bucked up the jewels and called you his whore. you knew it was coming — you didn't want it to happen, but you knew it was. you couldn't afford to be naive.

if anyone else called you his girl — you might’ve blushed. you almost relished in it. however, when men who barely respected women called you that and you both worked with them — you knew they didn’t mean it fondly. it annoyed you, especially when you hadn’t been able to even talk about it with billy.

were you his girl? were you a fling? would billy fuck another woman if given the chance? and honestly, did he tell anyone?

questions ran through your head with very few conclusions approaching. you thought their teasing would be the worst of the worst — until it wasn’t.

no… the worst was when billy had fought one of them.

a few days after the teasing had begun to get bad, you had finally stopped at another boarding house and bar with the other boys. you figured you would retire early and let them have their fun — but that would not be the case.

when you eventually had drank your share of booze and went upstairs when the girls came around, that was when ollinger had opened his big, fat mouth.

“when billy’s done, can i get a turn?”

you froze in your tracks.

this was your worst fear — losing their respect. you had worked tirelessly to earn it, and there had been times where you felt like you never did. you may never have had their actually respect, the kind they give to men — but they never did something like that. and when all of them laughed, and began to hoot and holler — that’s when you knew where you stood with them.

fucking billy.

but that wouldn't stop you, no. they brought you on because you were a pretty thing with claws — and that's what they were going to get.

“known you longer than i’ve known him. can’t say you’ve ever peaked my interest,” you spat as you turned around to face him from a few feet away. “don’t know if you’re man enough.”

he stood then, eyes wild. he held the neck of a bottle in one hand and immediately took a swig, appearing to ignite the fire in his eyes and the aggression in his steps toward you.

“you want me to show you a real man, sweetheart?”

you took a step forward, afraid to back down. you narrowed your eyes at him. “you want me to show you how i’m a better shot than you, sweetheart?”

he stepped closer to you then. you didn’t budge — you weren’t sure if that was out of pride or fear. when he stepped closer, the stench of liquor leaked from his mouth like smoke from a wildfire. a smirk was plastered on his face, and staying still and silent was the only thing you could do to hold your ground.

“you know what that makes you, right?” he spat in a low tone. “makes you billy’s whore.”

you couldn't help it — your face twisted with shame and anger. your vision was going almost as red as ollinger's, and you weren't sure if both of you would survive the next action that came from you. before you could process the impact of his words, let alone respond — billy spoke up.

“shut your mouth, ollinger.”

your eyes flickered over to where billy stood with his hands balled at his sides.

ollinger took another swig of his bottle before he turned and stalked over to billy. billy didn’t flinch, but simply watched a drunk ollinger try to keep his cool. the entire group watched — and waited.

“you don’t tell me what to do, boy,” ollinger sneered, clutching his bottle. “you ain’t special. i ain’t never seen anything special about you.”

billy reached for his gun, but did not pull it out. billy’s hands were shaky, and that’s when you realized it — he was drunk too. “alright then — let’s fight it out.”

“i ain’t fightin’ you with a gun.” ollinger brushed off billy’s comment with another careless swig of his drink. “you ain’t that important.”

“then let’s fight with our fuckin’ fists.” billy discarded his gun and the belt it was usually kept in. “like men.”

ollinger’s eyes showed a peak of interest.

your eyes… well, they showed terror.

ollinger walked towards billy with a dip of his chin that suggested he would enjoy the aspect of hurting billy more than winning anything over billy. ollinger already thought he was better than billy, he didn’t need to win anything — but that look in his eye? when predator was threatened by another?

without his gun, you were worried for billy. frankly, billy should’ve shown it — or at least you thought he would. ollinger had at least a decade of years, strength, and experience on billy. not to mention — ollinger has also had a vendetta against billy since they met.

ollinger immediately threw of his belt. “i’ll beat your ass any day.”

as ollinger drained the rest of the bottle, you could hear the hollering of the other men around you as they drew closer. ollinger threw the bottle to the ground and stalked towards billy.

as billy was about to start pulling off his vest, you stepped up to intervene.

you’d at least like to talk to him before he died.

however, jesse stepped in front of you. “can’t get in the way of two men fighting, doll.”

you raised your eyebrow at jesse. “ill cut your cock off.”

jesse only laughed, but kept his arm outstretched in front of you.

with years of experience… you thought ollinger would fight fair — but he caught billy with a jab before billy could get his vest off. you lunged for the pair, but jesse and some of the others held you back.

you didn’t know what to do. sure, you believed in billy — but the man had a tendency of getting his shit rocked in hand to hand combat.

ollinger let out an excited battle cry — and your hate sank into your stomach. billy struggled to get up as you fought against jesse.

“come on, billy!” ollinger baited. “come on, billy!”

you watched the look in billy’s eyes then — assessing the threat. billy immediately dodged a punch over his head, came back up, and started slamming ollinger’s head against a wooden post.

the excitement of the men around you slightly died as they realized that billy didn’t fight like other men — he had no interest in punching, or relishing in getting a lick in. he went straight for a possible kill shot, grunting as he hoped to subdue ollinger.

there would be no stopping either of them. you relented against jesse’s arm, staring at the two men. your mouth parted in horror, and your stomach dropped at the sight.

billy eventually threw him over the picnic table like he was nothing more than a sack of flour. his grunts were predatory — powerful and fucking masculine. fighting was fun for ollinger — but this? this? for billy? this was necessity. he didn’t care about asserting dominance — he cared about being left the fuck alone. he needed to make sure ollinger never fucked about him again. dominance was worth nothing if you didn't have survival.

billy, still intoxicated, stumbled over to where he had thrown ollinger — but ollinger was too quick. he grabbed billy by the boot and threw him back. billy landed on his ass, and you watched in fear as ollinger stomped toward him. his eyes were wild and his mouth was curled into a bloody snarl. you wanted to get involved, you knew you should’ve — but what could you do? this was what happened when you rolled with men like this — they had to fight this out themselves, or they would become everyone’s problem. you hated it — every fucking minute of it — because this problem started with ollinger’s disrespect for you and how you could cut his jewels off before he could even get a kiss in. poor billy…

but not poor billy.

no, not poor billy — because when ollinger stood over billy, billy kicked him so far backwards that ollinger then stumbled and fell on his ass.

billy was up in an instant, stumbling, and smacked the absolute shit out of ollinger with an open palm. ollinger flew backwards for a second time that night, and suddenly the men grew more excited watching the fight. all you could do was trail behind them — worried.

billy walked up to the porch and stood above ollinger, but ollinger’s wounded pride had gotten the better of him. he took billy by the cloth of his shoulders, and slammed him repeatedly against the wooden wall of the outside of the house. jesse and his friends were cheering on billy, but all you could hear was his pained grunts. and then, just then — the moonlight had caught billy’s face just right. his eyes were screwed shut as the pain registered from the blow — and blood was pouring down from his nose and into his mouth. billy fell against ollinger in exhaustion, and that was when pat garett started cheering louder and louder.

“please,” you whispered, helpless.

in an instant, billy had gotten his elbows up and clutched the shoulders of ollinger’s shirt. with (basically) a battle cry, he willed himself to push ollinger off of him, in front of him, and then in through the doors of where all of the other men were with their women.

you followed jesse, pat, and the others.

billy and ollinger immediately crashed into the floor of the house with grunts and screams. the men once getting blown or ridden were now cheering on the fight, and the women above them or at their feet were stunned and confused — worried about getting hit.

this time — billy had gotten up before ollinger. ollinger may have had years of experience on billy, but years were years: ollinger was old, and exhausted. billy stood up and began laying overhead punch after overhead punch onto ollinger.

“get up, ollinger!” he yelled, eyes black. “get the fuck up!”

immediately, billy pulled back. like you had thought — he didn’t need the kill shot, but he needed the threat subdued. billy was breathing heavy, he was bleeding… you were so worried for him. jesse pushed past you and grabbed billy’s arm, raising it above his head.

“boys, we got a winner!” jesse cheered before everyone followed in suit.

billy fell back against the nearest bed and sat down. it just so happened that was a bed that your oldest friend was sharing with a woman. stunned, the woman grabbed billy by the shoulders to steady him. she wiped some of the blood off of his face with his shirt. you were thankful — but then her smile turned big when she realized how handsome he was.

your blood boiled.

you watched at his big eyes darted up to her face as he tried to regain his composure. he took one look at her face, your friend, and got up.

he spat once on the floor, cleaning his mouth of any excess blood. over his shoulder, he threw, “no hard feelings, ollinger.”

and started straight towards you.

you stood there, in the back behind everyone, frozen in place. billy was in front of you in as little as five strides. thankfully she had wiped his face — because he only tasted vaguely like blood when he grabbed you by the face and pressed your lips to his.

he cupped your face with one hand, but it held you in place like he was the only thing that mattered in the world. with his finger stroking your cheek, you kissed him with every bit of fear, frustration, and excitement you had in you. your lips folded together like you two were the only ones in the room — and like everyone in the room wasn’t cheering for the clear winner of the fight, and the kiss with the girl the fight was started over.

billy had stood up for you. the one man who had actually ever done that.

against your lips, he whispered. “i know you could handle himself yourself — but you shouldn’t have had to.”

you giggled against his lips, yours stretching into a wide grin. he pecked your lips a couple of times, unable to get enough of being the only one to be able to do this. he replied, “never had much taste for these girls — had a different one in mind.”

“you gonna take her somewhere private, cowboy, or what?” you asked.

billy’s eyes twinkled with mischief before he bent low, and hauled you over his shoulder. your feet kicked in front of him as you struggled to hold your hat in place and keep your balance. you were shouting at him, but nothing could be heard over your giggles or everyone else’s whistling. with one firm arm circling your hips, keeping your ass in place with his massive hand, he kicked open the doors and brought you upstairs.

“billy, if you don’t put me down —“ you laughed, breathlessly. threats were futile. “i swear —“

“shhh, sweetheart — you know i’ll take care of you,” he responded.

billy found an empty bedroom and immediately went to work. he sat you down on a low dresser and immediately started going for your riding pants and shirt. you kicked off your boots and shimmied out of the fabric as billy stood over you.

with one hand pressed to your cheek, he kissed you once more. you pulled away to smile at him. you spoke, “thank you… for what you did.”

“ollinger needs to know when to shut his mouth,” he spoke, engulfing you in a kiss once more. “should’ve made a move if he was jealous. now i’m the only one who gets to have my face between these pretty thighs.”

he pulled you by the hips so you were almost hanging off the edge, your feet flat against the wood of the dresser. you were breathless as your head began to swim. billy got down on his knees, parted your thighs, and dove for your slit.

your head immediately hit the wall. you wanted to arch your back — keen towards him — but you had limited mobility. you were at the mercy of the man before you who was lapping at your clit like nothing else existed. you should've been worried about his injuries, the dried blood on your face... but you couldn't. you didn't. billy was satisfying every bit of desperation you had felt since that night and you were too strung out to fight him. strained moans left your lips as your hips began to buck into his face.

“billy, stop…” you whined. “i want you inside me…”

he didn’t listen. the man kept his tongue drawing all kinds of messy, wet circles around your sensitive bud that pulled every dirty whine out of you. in an instant, billy pushed two fingers into you and immediately started pumping them. you lost your breath — and your ability to speak coherent sentences as well. he was tapping against your upper wall, pining for that sweet spot that was gonna make you sing for him.

“fuck, fuck, fuck…” you cried. one of your hands found his tangled mess of curls and fisted your fingers through them. billy’s tongue was thick, hot, and the roof of it was rough as he shook his head against your center, increasing the friction. your hips and legs were spasming uncontrollably as a warm feeling spread from your abdomen. “jesus christ — you’re so mean.”

the air seemed to shift in that moment, but you were so lost you couldn’t comprehend. billy wrapped his cracked lips around your clit, and pulled at it and sucked. hard.

your eyes screwed shut as a cry vibrated through your chest and into your throat. it hurt, god it hurt, but in the most bittersweet way you could imagine. it was like pain and comfort all in one, delivered by the same hand, driving you into submission. every blood vessel was throbbing, throbbing, throbbing for billy’s movements and you couldn’t regain control — and you weren't sure you wanted to.

he suddenly pulled away. “you think i’m mean, sweetheart?”

his blue eyes pierced into yours when he picked up his head to face you. his eyes were raised in a manner that suggested he expected a response, but you were still in your daze. your eyes were glossy, your lips were puffy and parted, hoping he'd answer his question for you.

billy didn’t like that. with his free hand, he slapped your clit.

your body jolted, surprised at the sensation. it made your breath catch in your throat as all of your senses were on red alert... but it only made your pussy throb harder.

“billy…” you whispered, tears coming to your eyes. “you’re teasing me.”

his dry thumb began to rub circles around your sensitive clit, and the mixture of your slick and the rough skin of his dumb drew you into his control. in that moment — in that raw, vulnerable moment — you couldn’t think of anything else besides billy, and getting him to make you cum.

“mean, that it, sweetheart?” another slap to your clit. “you want me to show you mean?”

even in your haze, you were a brat at heart. with a smirk, yet shaking from how sensitive you were, you smirked at him. “don’t think you can.”

in an instant, he was on his feet. you struggled to ring out your tense muscles and stand with him, but billy wasn’t having it. he flipped you around so you were on your stomach on the dresser, legs hanging over the edge. billy pulled your hips up for you to stand on your toes, forcing your ass into the perfect position for him.

“slut for only me, huh?” he asked, kneading the skin of your ass in his hands. he slapped it once, twice, thrice — ripping little squeals from your petal pink lips. his thumb found its way into the outer folds of your pussy, barely entering. “won’t throw even a pity glance at anyone down there — but something about me just gets you this wet.”

he pushed his thumb into your sopping wet hole, and you squealed. you held onto the dresser to give yourself leverage to push yourself into his hand, but one of his hands held down your lower back.

“more, please…” you whispered.

“that smirk made me think you don’t deserve it,” he spat, still playing with your pretty pussy.

“billy —!” you screamed with exasperation. “please!”

with his thumb still in your pussy, billy leant down and wrapped an arm around your throat. with your neck in the crook of his elbow, he pulled your back to arch up towards him. billy placed his lips right by your ear, and spoke, “is that who’s got you this worked up, baby? huh? me? be sweet, and maybe i’ll kiss those pretty tears away.”

you hadn’t even noticed it — but he was right. your cheeks were stained with tear streaks that made them damp. with broken breaths, you spoke, “please — i promise.”

he began to pump his thumb into your pussy, while his other fingers worked light circles around your clit. “promise what?”

“that i’m — that i —“ you couldn’t get the words out. you were a struggling mess — clinging to the dresser with the little strength in your hands you could muster, and completely at the mercy of billy’s hold. his breath was hot against your face as heat rose throughout your body. “i —“

“fucked so dumb you can't use your words?”

“fuck —“ you cried, already almost succumbing to the feather light touches on your clit. “you’re the only one, billy — only one — please, just let me cum.”

“yeah?” he grunted. “gonna take what i give you?”

“anything, billy —“ you gasped. “please — just want you.”

billy kept his promise. he pressed his lips against your cheek, pushing your head slightly to the side. every muscle in your body was taut with trying to remain balanced and stay perked for every one of billy’s moments. his fingers in your clit began working faster and harder, and your body began to shake. you were so sensitive to everything around you — his kisses, his chokehold, his heat on your back, his fingers buried deep in your folds. you bucked his hips back into his hand, and everything exploded.

without billy’s hold, you would’ve collapse into the dresser. your knuckles were white as they bent, causing your nails to rip at the wood of the dresser. you back was arched completely towards the ceiling as you tried to remain in position. billy was whispering nasty, nasty, nasty things in your ear that coupled with your delicious moans.

“that’s it, baby, just keep cumming for me,” he rasped, groaning in your ear. “can be such a brat — but she’s got the prettiest pussy. i know what makes my girl tick.“

“yeah, yeah, yes —“ you cried, falling against billy’s shoulder. the world melted before you. your eyes were drifting open and closed. the haze had consumed your brain, and each of billy’s movements made a whine well up behind your closed lips. “fuck, billy, i can’t —“

his fingers didn’t stop, and you felt like you were about to collapse. “oh, sweetheart, too much for you?”

you were practically fucking sobbing at this point. “n-no-no—“

“greedy, baby,” he said, licking at your cheek. “thought you were gonna take everything i gave you?”

“your cock, billy — please —“

“naw, sweetheart,” he said stroking your cheek. “think you’re in over your pretty little head. can’t take anymore.”

“no, no, billy — i want your cock so bad —“ your whines were music to his fucking ears.

“yeah, baby?” he asked, shimmying off his pants. “you want my cock? think you can handle it?”

“i can, i can, i can —“ you chanted, your head swimming. you felt billy’s hands spread your ass, kneading the flesh in his hands. his cock slipped in through your folds until he bottomed out, pressing his hips firmly against your back side.

with billy’s mouth still so close to your ear, he rasped, “sucked my cock into you, doll. couldn’t help yourself, huh?”

you arched your backside into his hips, eagerly hoping to meet every thrust. billy had once hand holding your hips down, and the other was clutching the soft, supple skin of your throat. you could hear every labored breath of his, mixing with your own. this position was unlike any other: from the back was usually reserved for women of the night, but holding you? in such an intimate manner? with his lips dragging across the skin of your cheek? waiting for how you reacted to his touch?

you were a mess. mud in his hands — dirty and messy and everywhere —needing him to keep you together.

“nothin’ feels better than you inside me, billy,” you whined.

“i know, darlin’, i’ll always take care of you,” he groaned, lips pulling at your ear lobe which sent your nerve endings on fire. “don’t know how you do it t’me. y’let me, and i'll always be back in between these pretty thighs.”

the groan you let out was hoarse in the most feminine way. your hair was splayed out all around you, cascading down your back. with every thrust, your nipples, taut, hit the cool wood of the dresser and mirrored the smallest bit of pain you needed to leave reality. your skin was flushed and tainted with every touch and caress from billy he gave you. when he saw the blush on your cheeks, and the tears staining your long lashes — he could’ve come right then.

his girl. his pure, fucked out, sweet and scary girl. all his. a force to be reckoned with, but the prettiest sight to see. and you were all his.

however, he wasn’t through with you yet.

no. he was so mean, and he knew it — but he didn't care.

not when he had finally had you after so long.

it was right then that billy promised himself he would never neglect you for so long ever again. he knew that no one had ever touched, fucked, or loved you like he did. he knew that you never let anyone even get as close to him as you let him that night, and he would never forget that — nor would he be so careless as being ungrateful.

his girl — flushed, pink, and finally being able to know what it means to be so vulnerable with a man that she would never know an orgasm like this. he would set the fires of hell on anyone around you if it meant that you could feel this free, so wild, so yourself for the rest of your life. he knew what he had to do next.

he pulled out, and flipped you over so you were back against the wall and sitting up. he immediately stepped in between you and pushed your thighs and legs up so your calves would rest on his shoulders.

“need to feel how deep that pussy can squeeze me,” he grunted, pressing his cock into your folds.

you moaned at his words and movements, practically sand at this point. your body was numb and on fire and in water all at the same time — leaving you completely out of control. all you needed, no — craved was billy sending you over the edge. over the edge, please, over, over, over, need it billy, a pathetic mess you were, but neither of you would change it for the world.

billy began pistoning his hips into yours and you immediately leaned forward to grab onto his bulging biceps. you felt every hot breath hit your face with every thrust. the room was so hot, stuffy, humid, and yet you didn’t want it to end. all you could feel was your tight, soft walls squeezing the living hell out of billy and his beautiful cock.

“‘m gonna cum, billy,” you cried, squeezing your eyes shut.

“yeah, ‘cause you’re a good girl f’me, huh?” he bit. “always takin’ everything i give her. takes my cock so well.”

“only for you, baby,” you cried again, throwing your head back against the wall.

“oh — i don’t think so, sweetheart.” his thumb immediately went to your clit, drawing rough circles on the overstimulated rosebud. "i get to see those pretty eyes when you cum."

your body immediately went taut, sitting up. the slight shake of your limbs was apparent to both of you, and you let out little gasps because of how far you were driven from reality. his cock was pounding against that one sweet spot that made your knuckles white and your teeth bury themselves into the plump of your bottom lip.

“can’t,” you cried, tears beginning to flow once more. "oh, baby — i can't, i can't..."

“i know this pussy can handle it,” he bit. “what happened to being sweet, sugar? huh? goin’ back on your promise?”

his words were the last thing you heard before your body fell mercy to uncontrollable ecstasy. your mind, numb, was thrown back and forth between the throws of passion and the pull and push of billy’s hands bruising the flesh of your hips. you pressed your forehead to billy’s, sobbing through your gritted teeth. tears were pushing through your shut, wrinkled eyelids, and all you could hear was billy begging — coaxing that last orgasm out of you.

billy had won the fight, and he had earned every fucking orgasm he had given you that night. he needed it, he earned it, and he would not be denied it. testosterone was mixing with his blood, making his veins pound, and all he could think about how the scary and sweet girl he won a fight for was weak and needy for his touch.

desperate for a comfort that she hd only allowed him to give her.

he detached your foreheads so your faces were almost pressed together, sides of your noses touching. his lips were brushing against yours — but they weren't kissing you, no. instead, they were reminding you of exactly who you belonged to.

“sweetest fuckin’ girl i know.”

"luckiest guy in this whole thing — you get that? all fuckin' jealous of me."

“knows exactly what to do to fuckin’ please me.”

“pussy just won’t stop cumming, sugar? bet you hate me so much, huh?”

with one final pull of pleasure in your muscles, you screamed his name with a sob. a fucking sob. you were drenched in sweat, your own slick, and tears. fucking tears. they were everywhere — down your cheeks, your neck, and all over billy. your hands found the hair at the back of his neck, and you weaved your fingers through the tendrils for stability.

that was when billy’s orgasm hit him: when you were so weak you could do nothing but cling to him and cry for his touch.

the throaty groan that rumbled through his chest was unlike anything you ever heard. it was animalistic — a primal need was satisfied and everything in his body was singing at the release. he clutched your body to his and your skin warmed at the embrace. he delivered three final pumps into your puffy, pink pussy, and you couldn’t do anything besides take it. you didn't want to do anything else besides take it. the sound of his moans sent every hair on your body standing at attention and your fingers were stroking his soft skin for comfort.

“that’s it, baby,” you whispered, cockdrunk. “love when you're the only one that gets to use me like this.”

at that, he knew you'd be the death of him. he accepted it, and he was okay with it. — happy, even.

you were peppering kisses all over the side of his face as he was coming down from his high. a sleepy haze settled over his eyes, but instead he captured your lips into one final embrace.

“this is the second time this evening i’ve had my shit rocked tonight, darlin’, all because of you,” he whispered. “no dull moment with you, huh?”

“never, baby,” you whispered, letting your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned against him.

“good thing you’re mine,” he quipped, pressing a long and hard kiss to your cheek. “never could share a sweet thing like you.”

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im buzzing after that

love u guys hehe

-L oxoxox

[fawnfictions]

i know there’s a lot of this same prompt on this app but i love your writing and i would love to see it from you <33

OK!! Macaque and Wukong with a gender natural reader which simply LOVES their fur and gets really clingy on their tail and ear(s for macaque :3), treating them like a literal plushie

monkie plush!

— wukong & macaque, gn!reader

i feel the need to personally apologise for how many months it took for me to post this <//3 i've been SO SLOW recently,, i can't guarantee i'll be getting any faster, either

heheuwudhhey!! none of u should worry about sending me an ask with a 'common' prompt—just because someone else has done it before, doesn't mean i won't want to write it!!! i like giving ppl my own opinion on these sorts of headcanons LOL

;; fluff, fluff, and more fluff!! (+mention of something more spicy, but nothing explicit)...

WUKONG

- he RELISHES in any affection you give him, and he isn't afraid to show it.

- you'll come up behind him, embrace him while rubbing your face in his fur, and he will MELT.

- leans back into your arms, wrapping his tail around you to pull you even closer; and, if you're listening closely, you might hear quiet purring.

- honestly, he'll do the same to you — compared to monkey hair, human hair is VERY soft and feels very nice :3

- cuddles between you two are just constantly rubbing your faces in each others hair.

- i can also imagine that his tail would be sensitive, as most monkey's tails are...

- be careful, though, because certain areas of his tail are more sensitive than others — you may run into a situation you didn't mean to...

- ...ANYWAYS

- while i can imagine him being the big spoon a majority of the time, he could TOTALLY be a little spoon.

- he enjoys being able to hold YOU, since he likes feeling in control, and as if he's protecting you, but he'll happily sit back and let you cuddle him.

- play with his hair, twirl his tail, brush him...

- tbh, the other monkeys would probably join you a lot, interpreting it as a grooming session.

- me and the boys [monkeys], grooming each other on a sunday morning.

- he will complain, though, if you don't let him cuddle YOU sometimes.

- you two are almost sickening with the amount of PDA you show; cue MK pretending to puke in the background, but Wukong does have SOME decency, and will get a little embarrassed if you take it too far.

- if you're both out in public, chilling in Megapolis or something, and you start rubbing your face in his fur and cooing at him? he'll go red pretty quickly, and shyly respond with small affections in an attempt to sate your clinginess for now.

- this especially goes for being around people he feels the need to keep a reputation up with — like, the brotherhood, although most of them would laugh it off, they'll tease him for it at some point, or anyone from the celestial realm.

- he'll make it up to you later with plenty of cuddles, but for now? he's gotta look cool and tough in front of lil' old Nezha /j

MACAQUE

- hes touch starved as hell (we all know it).

- BUT he gets shy when it comes to affection, but he's hypocritical about it...

- constantly drapes himself over your shoulders, resting his head on top of your own when he gets the chance, etc etc.

- however, if you DARE even try to hug him, he's gonna get real nervous.

- doesn't know how to properly relax at your touch; he may not exactly move away from you, but he won't lean into it (at first).

- this especially goes for PDA – he loves you, but not now; he's gotta look cool and mysterious at all times.

- if you're with people that he lets his guard down around, he'll be a bit more playful with you.

- he notices you attempting to sneak behind him for a cuddle attack? next thing you know, theres a familiar cape-covered arm thrown over your shoulder, blocking your affection with his own with a teasing smile.

- he IS different when in private, though !!

- more willing to give in to your touches, but it is clear that he's unsure how to feel about it.

- after a while, though, i feel that he would learn to find a lot of comfort in your hands ?

- like, if he's had a rough day, he'll probably seek you out to be showered in affection,, in a way, it makes him feel very loved and worthy.

- he's such a little spoon too, i'm sorry LOL

- but he has his confident days, just ask and he'll be happy to be the one holding you instead.

- it took a while for him to be comfortable with normal affection, yeah? well, it's gonna take even LONGER for him to be comfortable with touching his ears, let alone losing the glamour on them.

- the day he lets his glamour down around you, is the day he's decided that you're stuck with him forever, sorry to break it to you...

- his ears are VERY sensitive, so please be careful, he's very cautious with you touching them.

- but he'll never admit how nice it feels for you to massages his ears, especially with how much stress they give him from the loud noises in the city (not that you can't tell, he's practically melted into your lap and would ABSOLUTELY be purring if he could).

- overall, it takes time, and he won't ever be fully comfortable with PDA, but he's a big softie in private <3

[something-about-sunflowers]

Right. So. I really need people to get okay with people disliking or even hating Ed. Like. As soon as possible.

I have always maintained that people are allowed to feel however they want about Izzy but they need to show the fans the bare minimum of respect by keeping it out of the tags and off their posts and out of their askboxes, as well as not moralizing over the fact that we like the character that they hate.

I feel the same about Ed.

I say this as someone who does still love Ed and is happy to see where this season takes him when he gets his chance for growth past his destructive spiral. (Note: I did not say 'self' destructive, because while he is hurting himself, he is also hurting others and that should be acknowledged.)

Think of what it tells survivors of DV/IPV when they see you say things like 'I can't believe people are vilifying Ed over what he's doing to Izzy'. You don't even have to be a survivor to find discomfort with a character who is doing those things. Regardless of how the season in full treats his behavior, what we've been presented with so far has very obviously been compared to a DV/IPV situation. The crew staged an intervention and held sympathy when Izzy cried. Even someone who doesn't like Izzy might find it difficult to still love - or even like - Ed at this association.

All this aside. It literally doesn't matter why someone hates Ed. As long as they have the common decency to not put outright hate in the character tag or on other people's posts or askboxes and not moralize over people who do still like/love the character it's fine. Which I have not seen really anyone doing anyway. At least not with any frequency with which to warrant the amount of 'give fans of Ed some grace' or 'you shouldn't hate Ed he's literally so sad and has never done anything wrong' type posts I've seen since the s2e1 clip came out.

It really is frustrating that Izzy-antis have used all the right phrases in this type of discourse without actually holding to any sort of principle of common decency, because really: Someone hating your favorite character does not affect you. Pointing out the things they did wrong is not hate (though it should, ideally, still be tagged as '[character] critical' or some such similar term). Having a reason for reprehensible behavior does not excuse said behavior.

We do not need to close ranks around Ed the way the Canyon tends to with Izzy because there is no wide-scale attack on his character or the people who still like/love him. Yes, have some grace to his fans but let's not create an environment where people feel like they're not allowed to criticize the character at all, even untagged on their own accounts.

[ptn-imagines]

Will you do a Serpent x Chief one? I love reading your writing. It's great and you make people so happy. :3

So after finishing Serpent's interrogation, I had quite a few ideas for this relationship. As a result, I didn't focus on the falling in love/getting together parts of the relationship quite as much as I usually do. If you want that stuff -- or just more Serpent/Chief content in general -- feel free to ask for a continuation!

Serpent x Chief headcanons

When Chief had told Serpent that they'd help her find happiness, this isn't quite what they'd had in mind. Still, they're very glad it did; after all the suffering and pain she's endured, they can't think of anyone more deserving of this than Serpent… Oh, and there's the fact that they love her with all their heart, too.

Serpent is in a pretty much permanent state of euphoria. Finally able to feel the love she's been denied for so long, the acrobat has only grown more energetic and cheerful. It's no longer a facade, and the whole Bureau can tell; even her snake seems to have lifted its spirits.

Despite how hyperactive she can get in public, in moments of private respite, Serpent is quite calm. One of her favorite activities is simply curling up with her head on the Chief's lap. They hadn't known humans could purr before this – or perhaps it was a unique feature of Serpent's. Either way, their girlfriend tends to fall asleep like this, the Chief's hand stroking through her hair.

Speaking of hair, Serpent is quite skilled with hair and makeup and likes to use her skills on the Chief. Though Chief initially had misgivings, they quickly learned Serpent could do “natural” looks just as well as eccentric ones, and now she helps them get ready every morning.

Though, waking her up for it can be a pain. Since Serpent has to retire to her cell at night, to see her in the mornings, the Chief has to get up well before everyone else in the Bureau if they want to be ready on time. Only part of this is due to the walk to the cells; the other part is simply due to the fact Serpent takes forever to wake up, and is usually quite grumpy when she does. Chief counts themself lucky she's able to hold herself back from biting even when half-asleep – though she has no reservations about hissing.

Still, she warms up quickly enough, particularly when enticed by cuddles and kisses. Particularly forehead kisses; she loves those, as well as when the Chief kisses her scales. It makes her giggle each time, and Chief can't help but smile at the adorable sound.

Serpent is a very physically affectionate partner and she isn't shy about asking for the Chief's attention. She has just enough common decency not to burst in on meetings, but any other time is fair game. Chief has gotten used to working with a sleepy, affectionate snake-woman on their lap, and their office has recently acquired a comfortable beanbag for when Serpent can no longer resist the siren song of slumber. She's either full tilt or yawning all the time; there's no in-between. (Speaking of which, Chief feels like Serpent has just the cutest yawn… even her fangs are adorable.)

Honestly, Chief can't help but spoil Serpent all the time. The Sinner has had almost nothing to her name for her whole life, and as a result, Chief feels as though a little bit of personal spending on their girlfriend should be accepted. As a result, if you looked into Serpent's cell, you'd find it covered in the fluffiest, comfiest blankets and pillows ever, which the Sinner likes to burrow underneath. There can be no doubt that this snake sleeps in the absolute height of luxury, as far as prisons go anyway.

Chief also buys Serpent a lot of sweet treats, but after a few errant mishaps, they've learned to be very discerning about what they give her. Serpent likes the desserts they bring her, but if the taste reminds her too much of Ambrosia, it can cause a Mania spike and throw her into a panic attack.

Serpent's snake is just as friendly with Chief as its owner. It likes to coil around their neck like a scarf, a sight that always makes Serpent giggle with delight and rush to find a camera. The Sinner must have hundreds of near-identical photos by now, but if this brings her the genuine happiness she's craved, Chief will gladly let her take more.

Whenever Serpent performs a show, Chief is always in the front row. The Sinner makes a point of meeting their gaze and blowing them kisses and winks as she performs; sometimes, she'll even drag them up on stage with her! It can be a bit nerve-wracking, but Chief trusts that Serpent won't let them make a fool of themselves, and her smile is worth it anyway.

[fuckmeyer]

Hi!

I want in in the DVD commentary thingy! If you have the time, please comment on this one from In The Afterlight, please! (I'm also on my phone, so I'm not sure how many words are here, sorry 😬)

""Would you like a ride to Seattle?”

"Huh?"

"Next Saturday. Do you want a ride to Seattle?"

"What? With who?”

“Me. Obviously.”

“Why?”

Edward sucked in a breath. "Well, I couldn’t go to La Push. And I was planning to go to Seattle in the next few weeks. And frankly, I'm not sure if your truck can make it."

This again? What is it with everyone dissing my truck? “The Thing works just fine, thank you very much."

"But can it make it there on one tank of gas?"

"I don't see how that’s any of your business."

"The wasting of finite resources is everyone's business."

"Wow. Edward." The audacity. My veins crackled with electricity as his name left my lips. "You’re giving me whiplash. I thought you didn't want to be my friend."

"I said I can’t be friends, not that I didn't want to be."

"Thanks. Cleared that one up.” The alarm silenced. For a moment we observed the flood of students scattering back into the buildings.

“Will you go? With me?”

I sighed, squeezing the coat closer to my chest. It smelled so good...

I shrugged out of it. “Honestly, I don’t think so. No.” The word fell between us like an iron curtain. Stunned, Edward accepted his coat without looking at me. We descended back down the sidewalk towards the school. “One minute it seems like you hate me—”

“I don’t hate you—”

“—and the next minute you’re like this suave—” sexy “—gentleman. Personally, I would like to be friends.” He gave me a look. "Well. I don't want to not like you, anyway." We rounded the corner of the building in silence. “Y’know, I even listened to your Girls! Girls! Girls! picks.”

His eyes lit up; the rejection washed away. “Really?”

My eyes fell to the ground as I nodded to keep him from seeing the blush on my cheeks. “That riff in ‘We’ll Be Together’ is awesome. ‘Song of the Shrimp’ made me laugh. And ‘Where Do You Come From’ is...really cute, actually.” We stopped at the metal roof covering the path to class. "They were good tracks. Doesn't change my mind about the album, but..."

“Come to Seattle with me,” he breathed, wrapping his hands around one of the metal supports, stopping close in front of me. “Please.”

His spicy breath drew me deeper into his gravitational pull. I had to shake my head to clear fuzzies from my brain.

“See, that’s the thing,” I said. “I think we have a lot in common and everything—” he smirked “—but you aren’t honest. I know something's up. And if you can’t talk to me... how can I trust you to drive me to Seattle in one piece?” All the while, he stared blankly. I think, if he was more of an open book, I’d see his face fall. Instead, I watched his eyes go dead and dull. “Your whole ‘I wanna be friends’ thing is moot if you don’t have the decency to tell me why you treat me this way.”

“I...appreciate your honesty. I wish there was some way to reconcile my feelings on the matter.” His lips twisted. "Unfortunately, I...can't."

Can't? Or won't?

“No one can force you to do or not do anything," I said, my voice stern. “You're in charge of your actions. You’re choosing to not be my friend. Which is fine. But since that's the case, my answer is no. I’m sorry. The answer’s no.”

Unlike previous moves with Renée, this time I wouldn’t be sucked into the orbit of friends who didn’t actually want me around. This time, I would invest in people who wanted me.

I exhaled the rest of the poison from my lungs. They filled again with the heavy, cold air.

"No," he said softly, "I'm sorry."

“Rejection is unfortunate for everyone,” I echoed.""

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*Quick additional (sincere) question: Why send anonymous asks? Is it to avoid the answerer eventual bias? or to protect ourselves of possible public shaming lol?

hi, welcome to the party!

IN THE AFTERLIGHT CHAPTER 5: SCARY STORIES - DVD COMMENTARY

""Would you like a ride to Seattle?” [this is the best Edward can do when asking a young lady out on a date. little hermit loser!!!]

"Huh?"

"Next Saturday. Do you want a ride to Seattle?"

"What? With who?”

“Me. Obviously.”

“Why?”

Edward sucked in a breath. "Well, I couldn’t go to La Push. And I was planning to go to Seattle in the next few weeks. [liar] And frankly, I'm not sure if your truck can make it."

This again? What is it with everyone dissing my truck? “The Thing works just fine, thank you very much."

"But can it make it there on one tank of gas?"

"I don't see how that’s any of your business."

"The wasting of finite resources is everyone's business." [i HAD to include this line. imagine a BILLIONAIRE saying that shit to do. boy, if you're so concerned with the "wasting of finite resources," maybe don't have a private jet? or a car?? maybe kill cows instead, THE LEADING CAUSE OF METHANE GAS EMISSIONS???? FUCK OFF INTO THE SUN!!!!]

"Wow. Edward." The audacity. My veins crackled with electricity as his name left my lips. "You’re giving me whiplash. I thought you didn't want to be my friend."

"I said I can’t be friends, not that I didn't want to be." [one of my biggest regrets writing ITA is sticking too much to canon, both in terms of specific lines and general plot outline. if i was rewriting this, i would have veered off from canon within the first two chapters.]

"Thanks. Cleared that one up.” The alarm silenced. For a moment we observed the flood of students scattering back into the buildings.

“Will you go? With me?”

I sighed, squeezing the coat closer to my chest. It smelled so good...

[so, i get that canon!Bella making irrational choices when it comes to Edward is a product of both the "dazzling" spell she's under *and* her love for him. but also, if you're going to set her up as a shield *and* set her up as this responsible 30-year-old, then i think it's really important for her to have moments like these where she's able to resist his charms and protect herself. to me, her resisting him in this moment is partially due to the shield she develops later on.]

I shrugged out of it. “Honestly, I don’t think so. No.” The word fell between us like an iron curtain. Stunned, Edward accepted his coat without looking at me. [ok but this poor guy has NEVER asked anyone out and has been surrounded by humans who would never dare reject him LMAO he is SHOOK--] We descended back down the sidewalk towards the school. “One minute it seems like you hate me—”

“I don’t hate you—”

“—and the next minute you’re like this suave—” sexy “—gentleman. Personally, I would like to be friends.” He gave me a look. "Well. I don't want to not like you, anyway." [it's weird looking back and seeing how well they know each other (yet how distant they are!)] We rounded the corner of the building in silence. “Y’know, I even listened to your Girls! Girls! Girls! picks.” [i don't like this album at all. i REALLY wanted to reference Elvis Presley's "Crawfish" until i found out it was a song from the movie he starred in. the movie was not good.]

[also, here's a playlist of every song rec in In the Afterlight]

His eyes lit up; the rejection washed away. “Really?”

My eyes fell to the ground as I nodded to keep him from seeing the blush on my cheeks. “That riff in ‘We’ll Be Together’ is awesome. ‘Song of the Shrimp’ made me laugh. And ‘Where Do You Come From’ is...really cute, actually.” [i don't agree with any of this.] We stopped at the metal roof covering the path to class. "They were good tracks. [NO THEY ARE NOT] Doesn't change my mind about the album, but..."

“Come to Seattle with me,” he breathed, wrapping his hands around one of the metal supports, stopping close in front of me. “Please.”

His spicy breath drew me deeper into his gravitational pull. I had to shake my head to clear fuzzies from my brain.

“See, that’s the thing,” I said. “I think we have a lot in common and everything—” he smirked [he's thinking, "You have no idea how little we have in common." idiot] “—but you aren’t honest. I know something's up. And if you can’t talk to me... how can I trust you to drive me to Seattle in one piece?” All the while, he stared blankly. I think, if he was more of an open book, I’d see his face fall. Instead, I watched his eyes go dead and dull. “Your whole ‘I wanna be friends’ thing is moot if you don’t have the decency to tell me why you treat me this way.” [i really really wanted this Bella to not accept bad behavior from her boyfriend EVER. the main point of writing this fic was to create a healthy relationship between them and see if it could actually work. lo!]

“I...appreciate your honesty. I wish there was some way to reconcile my feelings on the matter.” His lips twisted. "Unfortunately, I...can't."

Can't? Or won't?

“No one can force you to do or not do anything," I said, my voice stern. “You're in charge of your actions. You’re choosing to not be my friend. Which is fine. But since that's the case, my answer is no. I’m sorry. The answer’s no.”

Unlike previous moves with Renée, this time I wouldn’t be sucked into the orbit of friends who didn’t actually want me around. This time, I would invest in people who wanted me.

I exhaled the rest of the poison from my lungs. They filled again with the heavy, cold air.

"No," he said softly, "I'm sorry."

“Rejection is unfortunate for everyone,” I echoed.""

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*Quick additional (sincere) question: Why send anonymous asks? Is it to avoid the answerer eventual bias? [will i be biased? probably! but not in a negative way] or to protect ourselves of possible public shaming lol? [would never ever shame you for any ask. takes a lot of courage to reach out to an internet stranger!!!]

send me 500 words of my fanfic & i will give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet

[messrmoonyy]

you complained that nobody was sending asks to get to know you as a person and were just asking about stuff to do with writing…but when people do send you asks about yourself to get to know about you, you just use that “nosy” gif so it’s like…what was the point of complaining if you don’t wanna talk about anything to do with yourself for people to get to know you anyway?!?

Alright. First off. I have never complained about people asking me stuff. All I have ever done is ask people to have common fuckin decency, respect and manners. To come into my ask box and at least give me a fucking hello or a please. Or a thank you. Rather than just bombarding me stuff. I am a human fuckin being.

There’s a huge difference between asking me about my writing processes ( which is what I said and expressed a desire for which you apparently translated as ‘ Ask me about my personal life you’re all dicks 😤😤’ ) and asking me stuff about my personal life when it’s pretty clear that I am anonymous here.

Would you like me to post some of the asks I got and get but never answer? Do you wanna see how fuckin awful a huge amount of you guys are to me because you’re pissed you’re not getting your request written in the blink of an eye? You have literally no right to come here and tell me I’m being rude when I’m pretty fuckin lovely in comparison to some of the asks I receive.

Think I’m rude all you want. I literally could not care less because the way some of you guys treat me lately is awful. You can’t pry and be rude yourself and then try and hide behind the guise of ‘ wE jUst WaNt To GeT tO kNoW yOu ‘

[inutaffy]

while im thinking about it i just have to say i really hate how people say "no we shouldnt do that because prices will go up and we'll have to pay more taxes!" and its like. do you want a livable world for the people that come after us or do you wanna keep suffering and struggling. LIKE REGARDLESS, prices will keep rising, why not raise the minimum wage? like REGARDLESS we have immigrants (usamerica literally is built off immigration but whatever right) why not give them the resources they need? i dont understand these fucking selfish ass society we live in (capitalism) where we dont have the capacity for respect and decency for OTHER PEOPLE??? people say capitalism is good because we get cheap chocolate and selection of cereals but i would willingly eat like one typa cereal the rest of my life if it meant no slave labor. or children in sweatshops. like i would personally love to live in a world where people cant say "your shoes were made by a 11 yr old girl in Taiwan" like why do rich people never feel guilt. wheres the conscience. how would you feel if it was your daughter? or sister? like idk thats fucking crazy. i would pay hella money if it meant i can have oil in our country that we didnt have to fucking bomb a village in idk iraq for . like genuinely and im saying this as a 16 year old i feel like it was never that serious to kill people over coal. like whenever people say they dont wanna pay more money to make up for ethical working conditions, it pisses me off. (fuck your clothes from shien and temu and wherever the fuck else) money doesnt work anyway its fucking pointless, our society is hung up on materials and its annoying as fuck, our atmostsphere has holes and our government has killed and experimented on people and done awful things and they keep doing it because they fucking can, and our prison system is inhumane, and theres so much casual and blatant racism that people ignore and women and trans people dont have bodily autonomy and im really sick of everyone treating people like shit , think about the common person, stop filming people, mind your fucking business sometimes and be nice, this world is shitty we put grey concrete over field of grass and made millions of gas guzzling automobiles and made living unbearable without a car because you need it to go ANYWHERE and you fucking wonder why everyones so desensitized ad  depressed because theyre isolated and cut off and people are just fucking mean and it pisses me off. ok goodnight.

[hologramcowboy]

Hello! Happy Sunday!

I’ve been looking at the Jared and Jensen photo ops from Nashville this weekend. Jared looks really good this weekend (he’s been looking tired to me lately), and content. Jensen, on the other hand does not look happy to me in most of the pics. He’s attractive, of course. But, his eyes seem sad/pained.

In Vancouver, I had ops with him, more than I planned because Jared couldn’t attend, so I traded in tickets. Jensen felt very closed off on Saturday, even curt. To me, at least and some other people who had ops with him. Maybe he was mad that Jared wasn’t coming and he’d have to carry more of the con.

But on Sunday, he felt much warmer. I think he does his job well on con weekends, generally, but either he can’t hide his moods or doesn’t care to. He seems kind of temperamental to me. Like he runs hot and cold with people.

Anyway. My point was really just, in the last bouts of pics I’ve seen of him, he seems sad. Even (or especially) in pics where “fans” are claiming he loved their antics and he “lit up” when he saw their cringy shirts or heard their embarrassing comments about needing to feel Dean alive again or whatever. (Jai, I think). Some fans treat him so weird and creepy, maybe it’s just a reaction to being done with their crap, but his pics make me hope he is okay. Or working towards being okay.

Anyway, this got longer than I intended. But, I also just wanted to say thank you for being a place to talk about him where I don’t have to pretend everything about him is perfect or, alternately, have to sit like he’s the devil incarnate for his mistakes. It’s hard to find a rational place to enjoy discussing Jensen these days, but like I’ve seen you mention, I too can’t help but hope/believe there is still something real in him. Buried under the bravado.

This message moved me. Thank you for that and thank you for choosing to really look at Jensen, to get a sense of how he is emotionally. Most people just think of their desires and ignore the his emotions and over step boundaries. I am deeply happy he was around someone like you, fully capable of being empathic and open. It does seem like Jensen is unhappy about something, I really hope things work out for him and I hope he was people around him truly interested in his wellbeing and who truly love him. For starters, he is around people like you and trust that actors do feel the energy of the people they are around, it can influence them and just as those harassing, idiotic fans can invade his privacy, his emotions and cause suffering so can you cause harmony and healing by being centered in your appreciation and empathy. For actors especially it is important to connect with other on healthy levels and exchange energy so I am glad you got to experience him and that he surely felt your appreciation and balanced perceptions.

I'm sure we'll see all the layers he has manifest again, for now it seems he's lost in something, suffering for it. 💔 We can send him good energy and wish for the best of outcomes.

As for what some fans do, it definitely takes its toll because some ignore common decency, privacy, emotional and physical boundaries and so I don't blame him one bit if he does get closed off or defensive, I'm just sorry that innocent people also get to witness that. These so called "fans" that invade his boundaries on every level need to get a grip, if they truly do love him then they need to consider him as a human being not as an object of desire.

Thank you for sharing your experience and I hope you get to have many more beautiful experiences in the future. ♥️ Happy Sunday!

[hoursofreading]

A quick personal story about our next POTUS:

I became friends with @KamalaHarris and @DouglasEmhoff in 2015 when she and I were both preparing to run for Senate. She won her race and I didn’t but we remained friends and I would visit her sometimes during trips to DC.

We were friends, but not super close, which is pretty common for friendships in politics.

In 2018, after I dropped out of the 2020 presidential mix and then out of public life for a while to go to the VA for PTSD therapy, she called and checked in on me regularly.

She would sometimes call just to catch up, or sometimes she had a big speech or meeting coming up with a veterans or national security group and I’d be a sounding board.

I don’t know how much she actually needed advice about that stuff when she asked for it, and I don’t know how much I helped, but her asking made me feel valuable at a time when I’d sort of given the world permission to forget about me, and I appreciated that gesture a lot.

I remember once in 2020 I was standing in Costco when she called. She had her veterans policy person on the line because she wanted to run some language by me. Once that was done, she thanked that person and then politely asked they go ahead and drop off the line so she could catch up with me.

She wanted an update on how I was doing and we talked for a couple minutes, then I told her I was thinking about doing some TV surrogate stuff for the campaign.

It was kind of a big deal decision for me at the time because I’d been out of the mix almost 2 years by then. She then spent a couple minutes describing in great detail how to set up my home office to make cable hits easy and comfortable.

I still use the ring light she suggested.

Anyway, my point in sharing this admittedly uneventful and humdrum anecdote is that I’m excited about her not just because she’s smart and capable and hard working and believes in the right things. I’m also excited because - in my experience - she’s a downright decent person who shows people respect and makes sure they feel seen.

And I’m not trying to do some humblebrag flex either because I’ll be the first to tell you we’re not close friends. We’re friendly acquaintances. But that’s my point.

She is the type of person who is thoughtful enough to treat a peer like a peer even when they’ve tapped out and are - professionally - no longer really a peer.

And that’s the kind of everyday decency I believe she’ll bring to the presidency.

- Jason Kander

[valedy-x]

(just me writing what’s in my head right now regarding the KNL announcement!)

For clarification! There are three types of art styles (regarding KNL, Kasper/Infected, and Lampert in general).

Copying: Generally okay as long as it’s not used maliciously and you’re crediting the creators. Crediting goes a long way (which they’ve explained multiple times!). Also, copying an artstyle means having basic human decency: don’t cross the boundaries of the creators, don’t trace their work and/or claim it as your own, etc. Common sense.

Inspo: This means you don’t copy every detail, but take a few you like (for example, you use Kasper’s baggy pants but not his snakebite piercings). Take a few pre-existing details, add a bit of your own, and bam! Inspired design/art! This follows the same guidelines as copying the artstyle: basic human decency and abiding by the creators’ boundaries. And crediting! Crediting is important in inspired designs/art as well.

Your Own: Just like it sounds, this design is completely your own. Your imagination, your silly thoughts, and all that jazz! Of course, this can be confused with the inspo artstyle sometimes due to general details. Lampert’s metal anatomy, Kasper’s raccoon tails, etc. General details do not mean you are copying/taking specific inspiration because they’re free for everyone to use. Where it goes into inspo territory is how those details are executed. If you’re going to draw Lampert’s robotic anatomy 90%-100% the same as Mod Eno’s HC design, that’s basically inspo/copying. Same as using the same piercings and their same exact placement as Mod Dum’s HC design. Again, common sense!

*bows and explodes*

And! Little reminder of the Golden Rule: treat people the way you want to be treated! Treat others with respect, and the chances of being respected back are high. Some people will be assholes, that’s how the world works unfortunately, but how you choose to process and respond is very very very important in this day and age. People get worked up over little things and blow things out of proportion when it’s just a simple ask. When the KNL creators state their boundaries, it’s not a threat for fire and brimstone on those who do ship Scenelight/Skaterlight. They’re generally cool human beings who do art and silly things like the rest of the fandom. Mind your own business, they’ll surely mind theirs, and that’s the end of things :) (my take on both sides anyway) Credit them, respect their boundaries, do things you would want others to do. Be a decent human being because that’s cool :D!

Also, my opinion is relatively minor regarding the KNL announcement/situation. It’s also not my place to intervene and swoop in like Superman, I’m just writing what’s in my head currently 💀 Not looking for drama because I’ve had enough of that throughout middle and high school, but it’s nice to have some clarification. Some individuals can be confused/misinformed, and misinformation is the equivalent of poison leaked in the water, leading to crappy tragedy. Not fun :D;

*actually explodes this time*

[gardensof-babylon]

To him

I always say that he was just a moment in time, and I reduce the marks he left only to the ones on my body. He’s one of the only things I’m truly ashamed of. Under the surface I know the way he treated me for all those years wasn’t nothing and it probably shaped my brain - but I don’t wanna accept that. Someone as rotten as him, ugly and vile in the bones, can’t be a variable in the equation of me. I refuse. And he’s probably the reason I think often thin so little of myself, because he treated me like a doll, who’s only use was to please him , who let him do what he wanted. In those years he never took me on an actual date, or even one where he didn’t touch me. He knew we had nothing in common, he didn’t care about the things I liked or talked about. It just didn’t matter. They only mattered as a means to touch me. And he didn’t even try to hide any of it very well. But he would constantly praise himself on how much he does for me, how much time he makes - to what? To constantly have his hands on me ? To fuck me? To pressure me into jerking him off? To beg me to give him a blow job until I said yes? And not once did he treat me like a human. Yes, you were a great wonderful boyfriend you fuckface.

Oh and remember when you begged me and fought over a year to make me go on birth control? After I said i didn’t wanna have Sex anymore for a while? You twisted my mind so bad I always ended up apologizing, for being a bad girlfriend and not just being a fuck toy like you would have liked.

You refused to let me know anything about you, it’s almost like I dated a stranger for years, you know, I did. Any question I asked, you just closed the door on me.

Anything I did, I breathed, you sexualized me. I was the sweetest person on earth back then. I was so nice, naive, impressionable. Everyone tried to warn me. All of the guys. Even tho ones who were dicks. They knew.

All the times you would tell me you’d hurt yourself if I left, the time where you broke up with me and then for a year refused to let me live my life, kept me on the hook. I have never fought with anyone before. You made me act like an insane person so bad, I started googling the way I was acting- borderline.

I never said such bad things the way I said them to you. And I don’t think I’ll ever reach that level of anger and split so bad like I did back then. I was the picture of borderline. I was so ashamed- I thought I was the one hurting you. But you made me crazy. You mentally abused me everyday for a year and didn’t let me leave, threatened me you’ll kill your self. I tried so hard. Just to end up in a relationship with you again, getting back to the abuse.

It all happened all over. You touch me, I say no, you touch me anyway, I push you away, you laugh, push me into the grass and put your hand around my neck and keep kissing me. You laugh.

You touch me, I say no, you take out a condom, and I take it out of your hand and throw it across the room. Because I knew that would keep you out of me.

You laugh.

You are a spawn from the depths of hell. How are you not ashamed?

And I defended you to anyone who tried to say anything against you - for fucks sake I was defending the most disgusting things you did on the daily. And you wouldn’t even admit to your boys I was your girlfriend?

I was nothing to you, you didn’t love me, no matter how much you claimed you did. The fact I’m gay doesn’t matter. I loved you in my own way. Not in the way you wanted, or I wanted, but I did kinda. In some twisted, small way. But you didn’t even give me the honor of human decency. Hell, you loved your computer and Mountain Dew more than me. You loved your socks more than me.

You are the beginning of the darkest creeks in my soul, you are the worst thing I ever experienced.

I don’t often wish upon people suffering really bad things, but for you, oh god I hope life gets you good.

Sincerely,

M

[frogtanii]

iwaizumi was... overwhelmed, to say the least.

the past few days had been such a whirlwind of change that hajime could barely properly process, much less appropriately react to it all, so he behaved much like a zombie, saying yes when prompted, signing papers when told, and packing up what was his entire life for the past 11 months.

wow. iwaizumi collapsed on his bed as he scanned his now barren bedroom. he’d been here for almost a year and yet, all his belongings were in boxes within a couple of days.

hajime couldn’t keep the disbelieving chuckle from escaping his chest as he leaned back on his bed, dark brown eyes trained on the ceiling.

it felt like he’d spent such a large chunk of his life trapped in this house, under the foot of the woman who he thought he’d marry but in reality, he’d been in little leagues longer than he’d been in love.

iwaizumi scoffed and rolled his eyes. yeah, “in love”. it’d been about a week since his whole life started to unravel and he had hardly seen, let alone spoken to meiko throughout that entire time.

over text, she’d sworn up and down that she loved and cared about him but as she passed by him packing his things a few days ago, she’d barely spared him a second glance.

hajime wasn’t going to lie. it hurt. he’d opened his heart up to her, something he didn’t do easily, and she’d taken his trust and used it to twist him into her weapon.

he always believed he was stronger than this — he’d never forget his mother telling him so when he was younger. he had fallen and scraped his knee yet he refused to cry to keep from upsetting his mom. iwaizumi existed to live up to what his mother thought of him but here he was, completely enveloped in meiko’s shit, doing her dirty work and following her bidding like some mutt.

god, toorū was right. he really was her bitch.

“i could hear you thinking from down the hall, iwa-chan.” speak of the devil...

oikawa stood at his doorway, leaning against the frame with a posture that seemed relaxed at first glance but if you looked a little closer, you’d notice the tenseness in his shoulders and the tightness of his smile.

hajime quickly sat up on his bed before motioning for his old friend to enter. “uh, yeah,” he began, his voice cracking a little from disuse, “i have a lot to think about.”

the light haired brunette let out an understanding hum before wandering into the room, sharp observant eyes darting to look at all the empty walls. “looks like you’re all packed.”

“pretty much,” iwaizumi nodded before the room fell into an awkward silence, the two childhood friends completely avoiding one another’s eyes.

“look, i-“

“iwa-chan, i’m-“

they both paused for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound carrying into the hall and throughout the house.

hajime wiped a few stray tears from his eyes, shaking his head at their awkwardness. “you first, shittykawa.”

toorū gasped in halfhearted mock offense before quickly sobering up, training iwaizumi with a completely serious look. “i’m sorry and before you go on some bullshit, self sacrificing rant, you’re not the only one to blame for what happened to our friendship.”

he sighed while making his way to iwaizumi’s bed, sitting down gently beside him. “i should’ve known better, okay? i shouldn’t have let my jealousy and insecurities get in between us but i guess i got swept up in the attention, yknow? meiko is actually charming when she wants to be.”

iwaizumi nodded in agreement, knowing all too well how compelling meiko could be. the room fell into a more comfortable silence as both boys escaped into their thoughts, questions about the future of their friendship flitting throughout their minds.

“oh!” oikawa was pulled out of his own head at hajime’s exclamation, his eyes moving to observe his friend dig through his pockets to procure a thick white envelope. “here. i’d like you to give this yn.”

all toorū could do was nod, his brain short circuiting at the sight of iwaizumi’s apparent kindness to the woman he tormented for so long. “uh, what’s in it?” he ventured to ask, his soft hands toying with the sealed envelope flap.

a soft chuckle came from across the bed. “don’t be so nosy toorū, just give it to her, yeah?” oikawa rolled his eyes but obliged, the bed creaking as he stood to his feet.

“so... this is it, huh?” it was like the reality of the situation was just now sinking in — they hadn’t been close in a while but iwaizumi was still his best friend and he wasn’t quite ready to let him go.

they’d been through so much together, practically growing up together and now, they’d only see each other on holidays, if even then, and then he’d never be invited to hajime’s wedding as his best man as they’d planned and he also wouldn’t be the coolest uncle/godfather of iwa’s children and—

“fuck no,” hajime scoffed with a bright grin on his face. “thought you were gonna annoy me til the end of time shittykawa. don’t tell me you’re quitting your job now.”

the hidden meaning behind iwaizumi’s words brought tears to oikawa’s eyes and before he could stop himself, he launched his body into iwa’s arms. hajime hesitated, his hands stuttering at toorū’s sides as though he’d forgotten how to hug but the feeling passed, his arms winding around his friend’s lithe waist.

“‘m gonna miss you hajime,” oikawa’s voice came out as a broken whimper, his arms tightening around his shoulders.

iwaizumi hummed instead of responding, too afraid of his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. they stood there for a moment but the honk of the moving truck outside signaled the both of them of their limited time.

hurriedly, oikawa wiped the tears off his cheeks before waving awkwardly at iwaizumi as he left the room with a friendly, “don’t be a stranger.”

and then he was gone.

toorū finally allowed himself to collapse into sobs on his best friends empty bed, his palms pressing into his eyes as he sat there and just let himself feel.

apparently, he wasn’t crying very quietly because it took only a few moments for you to find him, your soft footsteps alerting him to your presence. oikawa scrambled to wipe away what he knew was an unattractive mixture of tears and snot as you got closer.

you were one of the last people he wanted to see him like this.

“hey,” you whispered, standing a few feet away from him. “um, i know this is probably a bad time but i just wanted to thank you for apologizing? back at the awards show?”

toorū sniffed as he looked up at you with confusion written on his face. “what? you shouldn’t thank me for apologizing. ‘s common courtesy.”

you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “well, not always. so, thank you.” finished with your piece and not too keen on lingering where you weren’t wanted, you moved towards the door but were swiftly stopped before you got there.

“um, here. it’s from iwa-chan.” you gaped at the thick envelope oikawa was handing you before taking it and opening it, a low curse falling from your lips.

inside the package was a dense wad of cash, more money than you’d seen in months. accompanied with it was a letter, written in beautifully loopy handwriting.

you shut it quickly before oikawa could see, stuffing the envelope deep within your pocket where you could access it alone in the depths of your room.

“do you wanna come eat? last i heard, bokuto and tsumu were doing a cooking competition and i’m sure it’ll be fun to watch.” you were severely thrown off by the money and letter but you were determined to show toorū that you’d accepted his apology and were on your way to making amends.

he gave you a shy nod and trailed behind you to the kitchen, the loud sounds of fire and screaming coming from down the hall. you wanted to focus on the fun and merriment but the envelope was practically burning a hole in your pocket.

later that night, you finally got the chance to open the letter and read it, your former manager’s words bringing tears to your eyes.

dear yn,

i’m probably the last person you expected to hear from. you probably didn’t want to hear from me at all if i’m being honest and i don’t blame you. i know there is nothing i can say that could make up for what i’ve done to you but i’d like to try.

i’m sorry. those words don’t nearly express in and of themselves how truly remorseful i am but they needed to be said. there’s no excuse for how i treated you — not meiko, not my stress, absolutely nothing.

you deserved my common decency and respect and i didn’t give that to you. instead, i abused my position and made your life hell. i’ll never forgive myself for that.

uh, i bet you’re wondering what the money is? i promise i’m not trying to pay you off, it’s just all the money i’ve denied you since you moved here. i have a lot of wrongs to right and this is one of them.

sorry, i’m not very good with words but i just wanted you to know that i’m very sorry for everything that i’ve done. and i’m in no place to make demands or anything but i just wanted to ask if you’d keep an eye on oikawa for me.

he’s strong but he’s also vulnerable. he might be a pain in my ass but he’s my best friend and since i can’t keep him from drowning, i was wondering if you’d do that - not for me but for him.

anyways, this letter is shit but i suppose you get the gist. use the money for whatever you want and if you’re as unselfish as i’ve heard, you don’t owe me anything. you don’t owe me money, kindness, or forgiveness.

take care of yourself,

iwaizumi hajime

℗ poker face

so... this is it

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an - soooo m back :D hopefully this is the last of my mini hiatuses!! this chapter sucked to write but i’m not mad at how it turned out?? pls let me know how i did skjdkd don’t forget to feed me <3333

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[plan-d-to-i]

Hello plan. I want to ask about the rumor mechanism in mdzs because I see people constantly blaming Jiang Fengmian for not responding to the rumors, and to be honest, I do not think the rumors will go away like this, look at Jin Guangshan! Anyway, I want to know your opinion

I mean who do we hear about this rumor from? Yu Ziyuan throws it in Jiang Fengmian's face during one of her tantrums. I suppose it could be argued that Jin Zixuan alludes to WWX being treated well when he provokes jc & WWX in the Cloud Recesses, but it's important to keep in mind that 1. he's trying to be a little shit on purpose, and 2. Jin Zixuan is the son of Yu Ziyuan's BFF Madam Jin… that's brought up right before his outburst.

Her engagement to Jin Zixuan had come about only due to the relationship between their mothers: her mother was from the Meishan Yu Clan, which was allies with Jin Zixuan’s mother’s clan, and the two women had grown up together and become close friends. (Chapter 18)

He blurted, "If she's dissatisfied, tell her to cancel this engagement! Either way, I don't care for your precious shijie. If you do, why don't you go ask her father for her hand?! Doesn't he treat you more dearly than his own son?" (18)

Not to mention that it's clear he doesn't believe WWX would be JFM's son since, he's suggesting WWX marry his daughter...

So again the only person we actually hear bring up the rumor is YZY during a rant when she's already proven herself to be unreliable; She bursts into the room complaining JFM doesn't care about his son while JFM is trying to teach his son common decency. I think it's pretty obvious she's just trying to get a rise out of JFM when he's trying to remain collected.

"Jiang Cheng was stuck between his father and his mother. After a moment of hesitation, he moved to his mother’s side. Holding his shoulders, Madam Yu pushed him forward for Jiang FengMian to see, “Sect Leader Jiang, it seems that some things I have to say. Look carefully—this, is your own son, the future head of Lotus Pier. Even if you frown upon him just because I was the one who bore him, his surname is still Jiang! … I don’t believe for one second that you haven’t heard of how the outside people gossips, that Sect Leader Jiang has still not moved on from a certain Sanren though so many years have passed, regarding the son of his old friend as a son of his own; they’re speculating if Wei Ying is your…”

Jiang FengMian shouted, “Yu ZiYuan!”

Madam Yu shouted as well, “Jiang FengMian! Do you think that anything will change just because you raised your voice?! Do you think that I don’t know you?!”

The two debated the issue outside. On the way, Madam Yu’s angered voice was louder and louder. Jiang FengMian argued as well, suppressing his rage.

Hell even if there had been rumors, which again, we're not shown, wouldn't they be YZY's fault? News of her excessive punishments for WWX spread as far as Gusu. Wouldn't people wonder why she hates this kid so much, who after all was just the child of her husband's friends and her own former acquaintances? Meaning it’s perfectly normal and acceptable for JFM to raise him.

"Wei Wuxian was the son of a servant of the Yunmeng Jiang Clan, Wei Changze, and a wandering cultivator, Cangse Sanren. Jiang Fengmian and his wife were both close acquaintances of his mother and father, but Jiang Fengmian had never reminisced about his old friend in front of Wei Wuxian, and Jiang Fengmian’s wife, Yu Ziyuan, had never been interested in having a conversation with him at all. If she didn’t whip him a few times and tell him to get out, kneel at the ancestral shrine, and keep far away from Jiang Cheng, he already considered that pretty good."

Wouldn't her showing him some kindness quell any possibility of such rumors ?

"Wei WuXian mused, “How did you know? That’s right. Madam Yu punished me almost every day.”

Lan WangJi nodded, “I have heard of a few things.”

Wei WuXian, “It’s so famous that even people outside Yunmeng, even you Gusu people know—how could it be ‘a few things’?" (87)

But the thing that makes me most skeptical of the validity of YZY's complaints, other than the fact that we see all of her other complaints are absolute bullshit, is how WWX is viewed by cultivation society.

“Not only that, Jiang Cheng tolerated that arrogant, up-jumped servant for ages." (1)

"Hearing this, Wen Chao actually hesitated. After all, disciples of famous clans, like Jiang FengMian and Yu ZiYuan, had been affected by their clan and their clan’s treasures since they were young. When they grew up, they’d receive countless soul-calming ceremonies so that there was only a miniscule chance of them becoming ferocious ghosts. But Wei WuXian was different. He was the son of a servant. He didn’t grow up in the Jiang Sect since birth, either. He didn’t have the chance to go through so many ceremonies." (60)

"No disciple had ever dared say such lofty words in front of so many people. A moment later, as Jin ZiXun finally regained his composure, he yelled, “Wei WuXian! You’re only the son of a servant—how dare you be so bold!!!” (70)

"Jin GuangShan followed the transition, “That’s right. Anyhow, his attitude has always been arrogant.”

One of the sect leaders added, “To be honest, I’ve wanted to say this since a long time ago. Although Wei WuXian did a few things during the Sunshot Campaign, there are many guest cultivators who did more than him. I’ve never seen anyone as full of themselves as him. Excuse my bluntness, but he’s the son of a servant. How could the son of a servant be so arrogant?” (73)

So clearly this brings us back full circle to - where is YZY pulling out this gossip? Other than her own ass. And if it's plebs around LP doing it then isn't it her own fault for throwing raging, screaming tantrums around Lotus Pier, about how JFM is ignoring his son when he's clearly not? Her complaints are as "truthful” & “valid” as jiang cheng's :

Jiang Cheng gave him a sideway glance.

Wei WuXian continued, “But I’m different. I’m the son of someone else. Both of my parents are good friends of Uncle Jiang. Of course he’d cut me more slack. Such a reason you do understand, don’t you?”

Jiang Cheng snorted, “He’s not strict towards me, he just doesn’t like me.”

Instead of gathering that his father just doesn't like him saying WWX should've let their peers die, and maybe he should try to be a better person, jc clings to the mindset that he's just a poor victim of JFM's bias against him... 🌝

[mayhiems]

Dang. Since I've binged all Diakko and Kuromaya fics on Ao3 and am still not over them. For my own peace of mind, I would like to clarify that:

1. Diana is a top

Listen, she might've been flustered by Akko's straightforwardness and she forgets what to do with herself whenever Akko gets all up in her face BUT that's because she has no idea what's happening. She isn't sure how to deal with Akko's wildness cuz etiquette and common decency with regard to her culture was drilled into her yo. Plus, she wasn't sure where she stood with Akko in the anime. Where they friends? Acquaintances? Just schoolmates? She didn't know, and of course her manners would make her be more passive than active towards Akko. I mean she wanted to join that group hug but held back cuz she probably thought she'd be too much. Poor kid.

Anyways, that whole passive thing won't be a thing ONCE they start dating.

Sure, Akko might be the one to ask her out, as Diana might hold back due to her position and lifestyle and shtuff even if she'd figured out her feelings and all. She'd be doing that to avoid pressuring Akko, she's just that nice. But again that's a MIGHT. Diana is a VERY PROACTIVE person. I mean her first appearance she blasted them papill cuz she thought they were parasites she nourished. AND SO, ONCE DIAKKO STARTS DATING Y'ALL BETTER BELIEVE SHE'S THE ACTIVE ONE

Diana will court and love Akko the way she does everything. Which means with 120% effort and her whole heart. In other words, Akko will have the best and most proactive girlfriend ever. It's gonna be funny too cuz like Diana's mere presence commands respect and awe from all sorts of people. She turns heads, even Akko's.

No, especially Akko's.

Akko has been dumbstruck on seeing Diana, and has deferred to Diana on numerous occasions. Akko admires and trusts Diana so much, Akko would probably be constantly awestruck and stunned by Diana's attentiveness and care. Also, Diana is gorgeous.

Imagine that, a determined, gorgeous, and nice girl paying utmost attention to you. Akko would become a flustered blushing mess, nobody can change my mind.

2. Claudine TOPS

Y'all can use Maya's confidence and arrogance to defend her all y'all want BUT Maya was denied the chance to feel her emotions, and interact with people outside of theatre and work. The girl is so emotionally constipated she constantly acts in a manner that only shows her "superiority". Not in the sense that she brags (cuz honestly with her skills it's more a statement of fact) but in the sense that she portrays herself as unflawed and nothing less than confident in front of others. Maya doesn't allow herself to doubt herself or show her uncertainty in anything.

That can't last.

She may seem put together throughout the series but that's probably cuz she puts her emotions at arm's length.

If Maya and Claudine start dating there's no way Maya can keep doing that without harming their relationship.

Kuro is understanding and quite caring but she has limits too and her understanding of her own self-worth won't allow her to be treated any less than she deserves. Maya knows that and so she'll try to actually feel her feelings. And boy is that going to involve lots of shy faces, awkwardly spoken but honest sentences, and tentative requests. Like Maya would be the type to suddenly go "I want a kiss." with an innocent but determined pleading expression, and Claudine would smile helplessly but adoringly and say "Okay." Kuro would then slowly and gently kiss Maya, she'd give Maya the option to pull away and change her mind. Because again Claudine is kind and understanding.

For all of her self-assurdeness and aggressiveness, Claudine has been shown to help others without prompting and has been shown to be attentive of the people around her (though she tries not to show it).

Among the nine, Kuro has the most balanced exposure to work, play, and interaction with the world. She knows herself, knows how she is to others, and knows how she would show herself to others. She's confident, studious but also playful. She knows what she wants and does her best to get them. When it comes to emotions, she isn't afraid to accept and show them. Her sadness, irritation, happiness, she is pretty expressive. Also, I don't know how else to say this but.

She's a huge flirt.

Kuro interacts with others in a way that requires a good understanding of other people's emotions. 'Cause she has that. She knows emotions and feelings. She knows when to push or pull, when to tease or please, knows how to fluster or comfort, etc.. She does all these well. Which I think is partly the reason why Maya annoys her so much.

Aside from the frustration of constantly being second place, Maya's cold words and attitude baffles and borderline insults Claudine. Kuro accepst that she needs further improvement but what she can't accept is Maya's condescension. What bothers Kuro isn't what Maya says, but the way she says them. Maya may not outright sound mean or condescending, but someone as emotionally astute as Kuro would pick up on the fact that Maya is "acting". Like, yes everyone acts in front of others and put on masks, but there's a difference in the way Maya does it.

It's established that she represses her emotions, and that she masks the fact with other emotions. What Maya is doing is basically wearing two masks on top of each other.

Of course that would tick off Claudine because first of all, if you're gonna put up a mask for the world why choose such a cold and haughty one? It probably rubs Kuro the wrong way, cuz she's an actress too but she doesn't interact with people so coldly and with so little feelings. Outside of the stage, Kuro talks to people as people, and treats them as such, so when Maya tossed her superior persona in Claudine's face she was appalled.

And second, how frustrating must it be to pull down one mask only to be met with another mask. It implies the idea of another mask, and Kuro would then doubt anything of Maya is genuine. What's worse is that the second mask is Maya's refusal and inability to connect with her emotions so it'll be like interacting with a wall. Claudine lives according to her heart and Maya's disregard for her own heart puts Claudine off.

Which makes Kuromaya even better as a ship.

Kuro is pretty casual and friendly so why is it that all her hackles raise whenever Maya is involved? It can't just be envy, Claudine is too aware of herself to let envy affect her sociability and her manners, as hot-headed as she may seem. The reason, is partially Kuro's desire to understand Maya. Kuro saw this snobbish talented but hardworking girl and immediately questioned how someone so amazing could be so emotionally inept. Kuro was annoyed with Maya's lack of emotional connect, but instead of ignoring Maya, Kuro consciously or subconsciously decided to help her. Claudine understood that Maya avoided feelings and only spoke in theatre and dramatics, so she showed her emotions as blatant and obviously as possible, and what emotion is dramatic? What emotions other than anger, arrogance, and annoyance can you show that can trigger reactions from people?

Kuro blasted her emotions to eleven in Maya's presence so Maya wouldn't be able to ignore it. It's as if Claudine is showing Maya the ropes to feelings like 'this is anger, Maya. You can blow up, get angry, raise your voice, it's okay and it's normal. Everyone feels it, even you and me. I mean look at me.'.

Simply put, Claudine is trying to speak Maya's language in order to help Maya navigate her emotions. And it works. It freakin works.

When Maya talked and held out her hand to Claudine after their loss, that wasn't just an acknowledgement of Claudine's hardwork as a stage girl, that was also an acknowledgement of Claudine's efforts to reach out to Maya personally, and proof of Maya's improvement from being an aloof ass.

Both of them are calmer the last time they're seen, cuz they understand each other better now. Claudine doesn't have to shout anymore for Maya to listen to her.

Anyways, all of the above had to be said so I can reiterate that Claudine TOPS.

Maya equipped with new understanding of emotions and how her actions affect the emotions of others will probably be fumbling and hesitating for fear of upsetting her counterpart. BUT the thing is, Claudine is such an understanding and supportive person that Maya can take her time doing and asking for whatever. And this gets her to be comfortable with feelings. That just doesn't mean Maya now has the same confidence on stage as in her relationship with Kuro. Maya would still be shy and unable to take the lead when giving physical affection as it's new territory for her.

Claudine on the other hand, has lots of love to give, and knowing her partner grew up with little affection makes Kuro want to give Maya everything. Maya would let her because it's Claudine, her trusted partner and companion.

And again, Claudine is a huge FLIRT. That girl knows she's amazing, gorgeous, charming, and undeniably attractive, couple that with the fact that she's absolutely determined in getting whatever she wants and boom. Top!Claudine.

With anyone else, Maya would top, but with Claudine? Bottom you go.

Although, Kuro wouldn't mind if Maya wants to try taking the lead.

Y'all can argue that when you find a genie, otherwise you shouldn't even think of winning.

Also Claudine is bi af. That girl just likes what she likes and probably doesn't think much of gender.

In short:

Diakko

Before dating/confirming each other's feelings:

Akko: *grabs Diana's hands grinning widely* DIANA!

Diana: *freezes, gay panics* uhhh

Dating

Akko: Diana! *smiles so bright the sun disappears*

Diana: *smiles gently, brushes Akko's bangs aside, carresses cheek, and kisses Akko's forehead* Hello, Akko.

Akko: *completely red faced, mouth agape* I-uhh-umm

Roughly Kuromaya:

Claudine: *holds out hand for a shake, smiling prettily* Nice to meet you.

Maya: *lifts one eyebrow, looks at Kuro's hand then face then hand again then back to face* uh-huh Pleased to make your acquaintance. *doesn't accept handshake*

Claudine internally: wtf. Wtf?????? Excusez moi?

Claudine: okay listen up *gets in Maya's face like so close their noses brush against each other's* that's not how you greet people

Maya: *blanks at the sight of the pretty girl with intense eyes, gets annoyed with self at gay panicking* Step aside.

Claudine: *blocks Maya's way* i am not leaving till you talk to me properly

Maya: *surprised pikachu face*

Claudine: *smiling confidently* And you will

Maya: *fascinated, thoroughly intrigued, and gaying hard* Of course. Please be gentle with me.

Claudine: *scoffs* What do you take me for, a brute? *gently squeezes Maya's shoulder* You're in good hands.

Maya: *bursts into tears cuz she's finally not alone, and she's so terribly touch-starved*

Hmm yeah not too accurate. Tsk.

Anyways... Hopefully with this I can do my homeworks and stay away from these dam girls.

[heartfullyferal]

Tarzan was walking down a dark alley street one night feeling rather annoyed.

You know who doesn't frequent dark alleys? Women. Girls. Any person with common sense and decency. You know who else isn't in a random dark alley? Elizabeth, and all the people who love her. You know where she is?

At home. In Mystic Falls.

She has a lot on her plate at the moment actually, did you know? She's coming up on her first well rounded year as a vampire! Her twelve parents are all actually very proud of her, despite her biological parents having taken up residence and ruling in Hell. Abandonment stings, but the wound is soothed by the warm and sanitising love of those who took her in of their own free will. Adoption was the Mikaelson's choice, and a very powerful one. Anyway.

The Salvatore Manor. A sprawling and ancient complex of wood and brick holding history over centuries that the walls dare never speak of. Now? A household so protective that it harbours spells to protect it's children, for the entirety of their immortal lives.

Given that it was late at night, roughly ten o clock, potentially headed towards Eleven? Stefan Salvatore was making the final rounds to make sure everyone under his roof was well fed and content, before bedtime. "Hungry, sweetheart?" He had peeked around the doorway to Lizzy's room, still driven to dote on her as his little girl, despite her having turned eighteen recently. In January to be exact. Lizzy, with a rousing swell in her heart, and a warm smile reaching her sparkling blue eyes, nodded and followed her father figure downstairs.

The kitchen here is a core room to the house, where family is found, love is served in hot bowls of pasta, and tears are dried to a cup of tea, or maybe if the time called for it, hot chocolate. With little marshmallows shaped like hearts. Lizzy loved those. Klaus Mikaelson could have just sacrificed her mother figure, but Stefan's hot chocolate? Would make it possible to sleep that trauma off. Its how Elena recovered actually, over time. Dying wasn't easy to get over, but Stefan's presence of supporting comfort was a miracle cure.

With the sandwich toaster out on the counter, Stefan was prepared. Three different types of cheese, expensive delicate hams, and freshly sliced tomato were all laid out on his chopping board, ready to build the perfect grilled cheese before bed. Carbohydrates, vitamin C, and joy were all getting packed in together, while Lizzy was given the floor to open up if anything was on her mind.

"Jeremy and I had the b e s t date this afternoon!" Elizabeth perked up, buzzing with excitement. She loved sharing her updates on what she and her long term boyfriend, future husband, and in between then fiance Jeremy Gilbert, got up to on an impulsive whim every weekend. Their spare time was always riddled with adventure, magic, or just the best kisses that she could ever dream of. "We took the new Tesla out, up to- oh the name escapes me, but you know that little village out west?" Stefan nodded, asking her if that was the one with the candy store so aptly named 'Princess Treats'. "Yes!" Lizzy beamed, now learning that the location was named 'Little Whitby.' Eagle eyed readers would understand the relevance of a town named after Whitby, the town where Dracula was invented. Just outside of Mystic Falls, a town full of vampires on the daily who absolutely have no time for that ancient old hack.

"Yeah! We had lunch at this cute little restaurant, and it was so calm and quiet, and the food was s o good, we stayed there for like two and a half h o u r s!" Again, all but a quote from the girl herself, Jeremy deserved the time m o r e. "And we went shopping, actually, and I managed to spend five figures on jewellery with him, we have a mutual love of r i n g s." Stefan smiled to himself as he watched the time for this grilled cheese, careful to monitor this down to the precise second- you want to cook the bread, not fry it. The smile? Not the smile of a sociopath who has no clue what else to do in this scene, no. Stefan smiled because he knew that love of jewellery would last Jeremy and Lizzy well into their future together, and bind and protect their love. Her future was s e c u r e. No matter how dangerous.

"Hi baby," Speak of the devil, and Jeremy walked into the kitchen making a beeline for the fridge- only stopping when he spotted f o o d being prepared. Plans forgotten, her took a seat beside Lizzy at the kitchen counter, smiling at her in a love struck daze, before movement near food caught his attention again. "Is there gonna be more of that?" Absolutely, Stefan confirmed he'd be making Jeremy his own right after this one- lifting the lid of the machine and plating up a piping hot sandwich onto a fancy little plate designated specifically for late night meals. With a knife sharper than Lizzy's witty tongue, Stefan sliced it into triangles, and placed the finished product in front of his precious almost daughter. 'Bon Appetit', and she was handed cutlery to protect herself from burning her little fingers.

"I'll take t w o thanks." Charming grin abound, Jeremy was graced willingly, and Stefan busied himself with love, while Jeremy sat and admired his girl, as she navigated the complexity of melted cheese running onto her plate. "Doing okay there?" He teased her, making her laugh, almost dropping her bite. "Alright- I'll quit distractin' ya." He lied, he was absolutely going to stay a distraction this whole time, because Elizabeth loves him too much to look a w a y.

A comfortable time passed as Stefan cooked for them, and once all three of them were sat together with their snacks, Lizzy was the one to change the subject. "Does anyone else ever get the feeling that there's someone out there? In the dark? Skulking around having just...the worst day. An awful time, because they're mad as shit, and can't find inner peace and acceptance with themselves?"

Jeremy was distracted with stringy cheese and deliciousness, but Stefan furrowed his fatherly brow. "Klaus won't get you here. You're safe. Whatever you tweeted today, he can't h u r t you."

Reassured, Lizzy resumed. Happy here. At home, where she belonged.