#bcs like yeah maybe if I mentioned having a period they would like try to be cool abt it but they wouldn’t expect it

[suswous]

I know that, especially if it’s strangers, safety is also a big part of the concern, but I feel like a lot of (cis) women would be more comfortable sleeping in mixed gender rooms/rooms potentially with a bunch of cis guys if there was the requirement that you gotta promise to be cool about periods.

[astralis-ortus]

form of affection

✱ boyfriend!bc x fem!reader

— everything feels... new.

w.count → 0.8k genre → fluff warning → chan and reader both referred to as baby, one use of 'my girl', reader on period :(, minor cussing here and there, not proofread!ㅠ a.n → honestly i don't know what to write atm (aside from the continuation for that one seungmin fic) but i still want to write something lighthearted so... this happens. welp. :] ⋆ if you're enjoying my stories, do send me a ko-fi ⋆ see masterlist

you messed up.

"fuck," you finally muttered under your breath, hand clutching your forehead in frustration. you know you shouldn't have ignored your gut feeling earlier this morning and followed through with the precautions anyway.

again you turned against the mirror, still bearing some hope that whatever you saw earlier was just your eyes playing tricks on you, but no—the damned red spot on your white dress is still there, mocking you through reflection of your boyfriend's bathroom mirror.

"baby?"

you jumped at the sudden knock on the bathroom door, feeling like your heart has suddenly fallen to your feet. fuck—how are you supposed to tell him?

"are you okay? do you need me to come in?"

"no!" you hurriedly replied, only later cursing at yourself for not maintaining your composure. making chris worried was definitely your intention after going missing to his bathroom for quite a period of time, and your reply definitely wasn't helping your resolute.

"are you sure?" chris' voice were laced with concern, and you could even picture the frown that's definitely present on his forehead. "can you crack the door open? just so i'm sure you're really okay."

"it's just—"

"baby," again, the image of your boyfriend's stern gaze immediately popped up in your mind. "please? just one sec. i need to make sure that you're alright."

it's not that you're worried chris would say anything about it—you're well aware of the kind of person your boyfriend of 4 months is, and you completely trust him. it's just that…

you're embarrassed.

the click of lock were soon followed by a soft creak, revealing chris' concerned eyes beyond the slight opening of the door. his relief was audible even to you, gaze softening when he saw the glimpse of your flushed face.

"okay," chris' lips formed a soft smile, as if trying to soothe you, "are you sure all is good? do you need any help?"

"…today."

"hm?" blinking in confusion, chris brought his face closer to you, "sorry, baby, i couldn't—"

"i got my period today," you quickly repeated, cheeks heating up as you heard your own confession, "and i didn't bring any feminine products with me since i wasn't supposed to have it for another week. i also might've stained your couch. i'm sorry."

chris turned quiet, and you could practically see thoughts flashing through his eyes—but you're not a mind reader, and the passing seconds made your heart grew heavy. is he embarrassed to hear that? is he going to send you home? is he going to get upset? should you have not—

"if i'm not mistaken… i think there should be some pads and maybe some disposable underwear under the sink, baby," the sound of chris' voice promptly ceased the vortex of worry growing in your head, your eyes again meeting chris' clear ones, "i bought it a while back for you but i don't remember if i placed it here or in my room. could you check?"

despite the confusion, your body had instinctively moved along chris' request. to your surprise, you do find the items your boyfriend had mentioned, tucked neatly in a small box of necessities. you chest bubbled up in gratitude and filled with warmth—you never expected chris to do this for you, and yet, he managed to come over and beyond any of your expectations.

"found it?"

nodding your head, you swallowed back the tears welling up in your eyes. gosh—period hormones! "yeah, just found them. thank you, baby."

a sigh of relief could be heard from the other side of the door, and you couldn't help but smile—if it wasn't clear before, then now you're determined to find a way to repay chris somehow. frankly, at times you still don't understand the lengths chris would willingly go for you, or if you even deserve to be at the receiving end of chris' gesture of affection at all. the chris you've gotten to know is so full of love, and you don't even know if you have the capacity to love him the way he cares about you.

but in the mean time,

you've decided to try and accept chris' form of affection for you.

"okay," you could hear the smile in chris' voice as he speaks, "i'll go grab a change of clothes for you while you settle down, yeah? oh, and you do know where the towel if you want to shower, right?"

"yeah, i know," you held back a giggle as you reappeared in chris' vision between the crack of the door, clutching the box close to your chest with a beaming smile, "thank you, baby. really. i really appreciate this."

and with a smile equaling to the warmth of a spring's sun, chris chuckled a reply,

"anything for my girl."

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[heaven4lostgirls]

prompt: record ✧ @hoziermicrofics ✧ wc: 640 ✧

✧ cw: period-typical homophobia mentioned, somewhat dubious consent bc they’re both high.

✧ steddie (steve harrington/eddie munson)

“this is nice.” steve murmurs, smile on his face as he leans back into the couch with his eyes closed.

eddie watches him interest, there’s something about the way steve relaxes after having a joint that keeps pulling eddie in.

maybe it’s the fact that the frown leaves his face, that the wrinkles around his forehead from stress seem to smooth out, that it seems to be one of the only times eddie gets to witness him actually smile, carefree and happy.

“yeah,” eddie hums, finishing the last of the joint before putting it out on the ashtray, the trailer is warm and comfortable, afternoon sun cascading through the windows.

steve is basked in golden rays that makes him look even more ethereal than he normally would.

“put something on.” steve murmurs, eyes heavy as he turns to look at eddie. eddie looks at the tv and then back at steve, “what do you wanna watch?” he asks, moving to get up and rifle through the VCR’s he has.

steve frowns, shaking his head before looking at eddie, “no, one of your records, the nice ones” he says, somewhat slurring his words and eddie finds it wholly adorable.

eddie turns to his record collection lining the wall, mostly metal but some pop shit that he bought especially for when steve comes over.

nevermind the fact that steve only comes over maybe once every two weeks, eddie just likes knowing that there’s something here that belongs to steve.

“the cure?” eddie asks, shuffling through the small collection he’s built, pausing to look up at steve with a raised brow.

steve scoffs and shakes his head, “not the pop ones, one of yours” he emphasizes, as if eddie should have known ‘king’ steve wanted to listen to metallica.

eddie shakes his head with a short laugh, “whatever you say harrington.” before putting on his metallica record, he walks back to the couch before dropping down next to steve, enough place between them so that he doesn’t overthink.

steve makes a sound of protest, limbs turning lazily to scowl, or rather, pout, at eddie. “don’t call me that.” he grumbles.

eddie’s confusion must show on his face as steve looks at him again with a frown, “harrington.” he states and eddie hums in acknowledgment.

“isn’t that what i’ve always called you?” eddie questions, oddly intrigued about where steve is going with this.

steve shakes his head vehemently before lifting a hand to point at eddie in between his eyes, “nope.” he says, popping the p.

“you called me stevie the last time we smoked,” he murmurs and eddie blushes at the confession, painfully unaware he’d embarrassed himself that badly.

eddie laughs nervously, pulling steve’s hand away, before he can let go though, steve intertwines their hands and eddie freezes in shock.

“like when you call me stevie, makes me all floaty” steve mumbles, index finger still jammed into eddie’s forehead.

“been trying to get you to notice me,” steve starts to talk again and eddie wants to ask if he’s dreaming or if this is actually happening.

“just want you to know i want you, but robin says i’m not being obvious enough” he confesses and eddie wants to laugh hysterically.

there’s no way he has steve harrington in his trailer, confessing he likes him, a boy, when eddie’s harbored what he thought was an unrequited crush for the better half of a decade.

“oh.” eddie whispers dumbly and steve looks into his eyes, “yeah.” he whispers back.

and before they know it, they’re kissing, they both smell and taste like weed, metallica fading into the background as the sun warms their skin.

and when they resurface later, high dissipated and brains coming back to them, they’ll talk and confess again and complain about how the other was so oblivious to their feelings.

[fear-less]

Ok so I have a request///Sirius black x reader but reader is just really weird not like Luna lovegood type of weird cuz Luna love good it's like whimsical still weird but whimsical vibes but like reader it's kind of like mad Hatter vibes like for example show randomly start carrying a frog around on her head or she'll be in a conversation and randomly space out and then start talking about something completely off topic and really random Wonderland vibes so pretty much she's just really weird lol

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 puff

paring: sirius black x f!reader

➥ In which,Sirius Black finds himself captivated by the wonderfully eccentric (and slightly chaotic) reader, whose spontaneous, Wonderland-inspired ramblings and unexpected frog companion lead them on a whimsical adventure that’s as unpredictable as it is charming.

warnings: reader is a gryffindor (not mentioned but yeah), fluff ofc, whole lotta nonsense, reader is a #yapper, idk anything else..

a/n: this was way too fun to write, I love weird!reader sm bc lowkey... im the same way. cooked this up in like 2 hours.. ijbol🙏

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Sirius Black leaned against the wall, in front of the potions class as class had ended merely ten minutes ago,  his arms crossed and a smirk playing on his lips. He had been watching you for the last 5 minutes, not even paying attention to whatever James was telling him, trying to figure out exactly what you were doing.

You had just wandered in, miss matched shoes, with a small frog sitting happily atop your messy hair. The creature seemed to be perfectly content, its little legs dangling over your ear like a charming, offbeat accessory. You hummed a random tune to yourself, oblivious to the stares you were attracting.

"Is... is that a frog?" James Potter asked, looking over to Sirius.

"Yes, yes it is," Sirius replied, amused, his eyebrow raised. "And I’m starting to think it’s not the weirdest thing about her."

Although you two had talked no more than a few words to each other since first year, he had somewhat cared for you, maybe it was because he was the odd one out in his family and you're just the odd one out in the whole school..

You skipped over to the door where Sirius and James were currently standing, still humming your odd tune, and made your way into the class. The frog gave a tiny croak in response. Sirius shook his head, trying not to smile at your quirky nature.

He'd never quite figured you out. Not that he minded. In fact, he loved that about you.

The last time he’d tried to have a serious conversation with you, you’d abruptly gone off on a tangent about whether or not trees would prefer if humans walked on all fours, and if so, what kind of shoes they would wear. He had no idea how to respond. But that was you—weird. Completely unpredictable, like a puzzle with no instructions.

James and Sirius soon left when more and more people started entering the class. They made their way to the common room since they had a free period, which surprisingly was also their last class of the day. 

An hour and a half later, you made your way to the common room and danced your way to the couch,a couch near where he and James were sitting,  catching Sirius' gaze. Something about the way you stared at the fire, entranced, made him curious. He sauntered over to where you sat, leaning down to catch your eye.

"Hey, Y/N," Sirius said, his voice soft, "you good?"

You blinked up at him, your wide eyes almost glassy, as though you had just been pulled out of some distant, far-off dream.

"Oh, yes, of course!" you said, suddenly animated. "Did you know that turtles are like the original time travelers? I read somewhere that they can live for centuries, so... maybe they’ve seen things, you know? Like, really ancient things. What if they hold the secrets of the universe in their shells? Maybe we just need to ask them. Or—" You paused, looking at the frog, "—maybe this one has seen something, too. He looks wise. I trust him."

Sirius blinked a few times, unsure whether to laugh or just stare in disbelief. You were completely off the rails, but there was something endearing about it.

"You’ve got a lot of theories, don’t you?" he remarked, sitting down next to you.

You beamed, excited to have caught his attention. "Oh, Sirius! Theories are what make the world go round, don’t you think? Like, imagine if gravity was actually just a really strong magnet and the Earth was stuck to it like a fridge magnet!" You suddenly flung your arms out, almost hitting him in the process, but he ducked just in time.

"Careful, I don’t want to become the fridge magnet," Sirius teased, his lips curling into a grin.

"Of course not!" you giggled, your voice bright and airy. "You’re much too handsome to be a fridge magnet. I’d probably put you on the outside, though—just so I could look at you all the time, y’know?"

Sirius chuckled, but there was a softness in his gaze as he looked at you, the girl who could suddenly start rambling about frogs, turtles, or magnets at any given moment, and yet still manage to draw him in.

"You’re impossible," he said, but there was no real malice in his voice. It was affection, the way someone would say, “You’re so frustrating, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You tilted your head and grinned, that spark of mischief lighting up your eyes. "And you’re very charming for someone who doesn't seem to understand the power of a well-placed frog."

Sirius raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "A frog, huh? Well, tell me, what’s its power?"

You glanced up at the frog on your head and nodded solemnly. "It’s the Guardian of Puddles. In every puddle it rests upon, it can create a tiny world, where everything is upside down. But only if the moon is full."

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Sirius Black leaned against the wall of the Gryffindor common room, his arms crossed and a smirk playing on his lips. He had been watching you for the last ten minutes, trying to figure out exactly what you were doing.

You had just wandered in, barefoot, with a small frog sitting happily atop your messy hair. The creature seemed to be perfectly content, its little legs dangling over your ear like a charming, offbeat accessory. You hummed a random tune to yourself, oblivious to the stares you were attracting.

"Is... is that a frog?" James Potter asked, looking over to Sirius.

"Yes, yes it is," Sirius replied, amused, his eyebrow raised. "And I’m starting to think it’s not the weirdest thing about her."

You danced over to the couch, still humming your odd tune, and plopped down with a soft plop. The frog gave a tiny croak in response. Sirius shook his head, trying not to smile at your quirky nature.

He'd never quite figured you out. Not that he minded. In fact, he loved that about you.

The last time he’d tried to have a serious conversation with you, you’d abruptly gone off on a tangent about whether or not trees would prefer if humans walked on all fours, and if so, what kind of shoes they would wear. He had no idea how to respond. But that was you—weird. Completely unpredictable, like a puzzle with no instructions.

Today, though, something about the way you stared at the fire, entranced, made him curious. He sauntered over to where you sat, leaning down to catch your eye.

"Hey, [Y/N]," Sirius said, his voice soft, "you good?"

You blinked up at him, your wide eyes almost glassy, as though you had just been pulled out of some distant, far-off dream.

"Oh, yes, of course!" you said, suddenly animated. "Did you know that turtles are like the original time travelers? I read somewhere that they can live for centuries, so... maybe they’ve seen things, you know? Like, really ancient things. What if they hold the secrets of the universe in their shells? Maybe we just need to ask them. Or—" You paused, looking at the frog, "—maybe this one has seen something, too. He looks wise. I trust him."

Sirius blinked a few times, unsure whether to laugh or just stare in disbelief. You were completely off the rails, but there was something endearing about it.

"You’ve got a lot of theories, don’t you?" he remarked, sitting down next to you.

You beamed, excited to have caught his attention. "Oh, Sirius! Theories are what make the world go round, don’t you think? Like, imagine if gravity was actually just a really strong magnet and the Earth was stuck to it like a fridge magnet!" You suddenly flung your arms out, almost hitting him in the process, but he ducked just in time.

"Careful, I don’t want to become the fridge magnet," Sirius teased, his lips curling into a grin.

"Of course not!" you giggled, your voice bright and airy. "You’re much too handsome to be a fridge magnet. I’d probably put you on the outside, though—just so I could look at you all the time, y’know?"

Sirius chuckled, but there was a softness in his gaze as he looked at you, the girl who could suddenly start rambling about frogs, turtles, or magnets at any given moment, and yet still manage to draw him in.

"You’re impossible," he said, but there was no real malice in his voice. It was affection, the way someone would say, “You’re so frustrating, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You tilted your head and grinned, that spark of mischief lighting up your eyes. "And you’re very charming for someone who doesn't seem to understand the power of a well-placed frog."

Sirius raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "A frog, huh? Well, tell me, what’s its power?"

You glanced up at the frog on your head and nodded solemnly. "It’s the Guardian of Puddles. In every puddle it rests upon, it can create a tiny world, where everything is upside down. But only if the moon is full."

"Right," Sirius said with a dramatic nod. "So what are we waiting for, then? We should find the next puddle, moon or not."

"Exactly!" you exclaimed, suddenly standing up and nearly tripping over your own feet. The frog wobbled a bit but managed to hang on. "We must go! The universe needs us."

Sirius laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "You’re completely mad. But I wouldn’t have you any other way."

You looked back at him, wide-eyed and playful. "Mad? Oh, I’m not mad at all, Sirius. I’m simply tuned to the rhythm of a different drum. It’s much more fun this way, don’t you think?"

He watched you for a moment, and then, without missing a beat, said, "Maybe I’ll start carrying around a frog too. You know, for balance."

You gave him a look of approval. "Good idea. We'll form a secret society of frog-bearers. We’ll rule the world, one puddle at a time."

Sirius just smiled, content. "Sounds perfect, puff."

[gaiathemexicanbeauty]

it only takes a taste | mike schmidt x reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: none! this is just pure fluff and maybe kind of slowburnish lol

this was loosely based off of it only takes a taste from the waitress musical! :3

idk i just really like the idea of late nights with mike even if he's too tired to even think straight lmao

also don't ask what time period this takes place in, i was born in 2004 and know like 2 things about the 70s-90s or whenever the movie takes place bc its never explicitly mentioned

i also do not regularly bake or cook so do not be afraid to go to my comment section and tell me if something sounds off

i love this man ok, i have said it 1000 times already but i've been in love with him ever since i first saw him when i was like 12 or 13 and was even more so obsessed with rebornica's mike design for YEARS. 12 year old me would have an aneurism if she knew about the fnaf movie

you let out a long yawn, one hand reaching up cover your mouth so as not to potentially ruin the mood of any customers around; granted, there was only two and they were graveyard shifters from somewhere outside of town but customers are customers. you'd been working at sparky's for a couple of months now, figuring it was an easy way to make some cash and keep food on the table. of course, you hadn't accounted for the very long hours that passed where you half debated trying to sneak away since no was around from 2-4:00 am: your boss would kill you, though, and you wanted to stay employed.

soft oldies music plays in the background as you glance over at the clock ticking away on the wall. just as you move to grab a rag to clean the counters for the 5th time during your shift, you hear the bell above the entrance jingle and don't even have to look up to know who it is.

mike wasn't a regular at first, just someone who popped in at random and very quietly asked for a coffee. after a while of starting a new job, he started coming in at almost 11:00 pm everyday and always asking for the same thing: just a plain, black coffee. "seriously?" you had said with a smirk the first time he said his order to you, your eyes widening at the attitude you had just given a customer. fortunately, mike was quick to respond with a tired but good natured laugh, his hands folded in front of him. "i'm all ears if you have other recommendations." he mumbled with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, giving you instant relief.

now, it was just clockwork. "hey." mike sighs with a soft sigh, rubbing a hand over his eyes as he takes a seat at a chair by the counter you were standing behind. "coffee machine is kind of acting up tonight, you're gonna have to give it a minute. want anything else while you wait?" you say as you approach the counter, giving him a quick smile. mike is about to decline your offer, his lips parting to say something before his eyes land on something on the farther end of the counter. "what about that? still good?" "you're just in time. i was going to take the rest of it home." you say with a smile, walking over to the cake stand holding an apple pie with only 3 slices left of it. you take the lid off to plate it, handing it over to mike with a hum before bringing him utensils. you don't even get the chance to bring up to him that the slices have been sitting there for a couple of hours, blinking in shock at the way he's quick to start eating.

you turn your back to start taking down the chalkboard advertising the special from the day before, giving mike his one moment of quiet you were sure he needed. you start to think about what your day will consist of once you're done with your shift, dreading having to clean your room before you can actually sleep. "did you make this?" "yeah. why, is it bad?" you say with a chuckle, turning to look at mike again; your eyes widen a bit at the way mike is looking at you, his own eyes looking at you like he can't believe what he just put it in his mouth. "no, no, it's..it's really good, like. really good." your cheeks redden a bit at the sudden compliment, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear as you occasionally glance at him enjoying the pie you'd made; you wouldn't say you were amazing at cooking but you definitely knew enough to make a meal that would do more than just feed you.

it also didn't help that you'd been harboring a crush on mike for the past month. that you were aware of, he didn't have a partner of any kind but that might have been more to do with the fact he didn't have time for one than anything else. you at first brushed it off as just not having contact with anyone your age that late at night, just enjoying his company when nights got lonely. but you couldn't deny the way you would style your hair a bit differently or try a new perfume in the hopes of getting a compliment from mike; to your absolute pleasure, he almost always pointed it out. now to hear this sudden praise for your cooking took you out of your element.

"thanks, really, but i make it all the time. i can make thousands like it and they'll all be the same." you say with a light chuckle, crossing your arms against your chest as you look over at the cake stand sheepishly. "then maybe you should consider getting a day job making these instead." mike says between bites, giving you a playful smile. you can't help but scoff despite the smile on your face, looking over at mike again. "well, if it's that easy, maybe YOU should quit your job and come and join me. keep me company." the two of you have a quiet laugh, your cheeks reddening at the indirect compliment you had paid him. once his plate is empty, you take it away from him just to have an excuse to do something with your hands (also to get away from the almost fond look that mike was giving you right now, definitely not on par for him). there's a tense silence between the two of you before mike speaks up, clearing his throat when he speaks. "uh, i tried making that at home. the pie, i mean. i don't remember what kind it was right now, but it definitely didn't end as well as that." he says with a nervous laugh, hands folded in front of him again as you hear the coffee machine start to pour out his drink.

"well, what exactly did you do wrong?" with surprisingly no hesitance, mike goes on to tell the story of how sure he was about this recipe he'd seen in a catalogue, going above and beyond to make sure this "stupid thing" (his words) came out right. little did he know leaving his creation unattended for even a second would result in smoke pouring out of the oven and having to throw out a charred-black pastry; "and then abby went and acted like we could just go and do it all over again and.." mike starts, hands waving around uncharacteristically as he finished off his story. he caught the way you were trying to hold back a laugh, fingers pressed to your lips that were etched into a small smile. "it's ok, you can laugh all you want. i never tried doing it again." you can't help the laugh that leaves you once he gives you his full permission, still trying to keep your voice down. "i-i'm sorry, really.." you giggle once you've calmed down, rubbing your hands over your face before you start to walk around the counter to where mike is sitting. "but that's not how making a pie works. you can't just leave it like that or give up on the process that easily."

mike makes a face that says 'i'm listening', shrugging his shoulders when you sit on the stool next to him. "making a pie is like.." you start with a sigh, hands propping up your chin in thought as you look up at the clock. "you just know when some things feel right. if something is too much or too little, whether you need to start again or not. lord knows i've had to redo entire pies because the crust wasn't flaky enough or the filling didn't taste like apples enough." you say, chuckling a bit as you remember all the times you'd slaved away for almost entire days trying to nail down the perfect home recipe. you take a minute to think again, sitting back a bit as you smooth down your apron tied around your waist. "and it also doesn't help if you make something just to make something. when you bake or just cook a plain old steak, you have to make it like you're crafting a story or making a song. all of my best meals were made with someone or something in mind."

your cheeks go red again when you realize the very unprompted ramble you went on, a nervous laugh leaving you as you look down at your lap. "sorry, you totally don't have to-" "no, no, i-" the two of you jump a bit at the way you both try to speak first, sheepish smiles tugging at your lips before you go quiet again. the bell above the door jingles and you don't have to look up to know the two of you are alone now. "i like hearing about that sort of stuff. i really only hear about it when i'm here with you and it's..nice. different." your heart soars and you can only hope that mike can't somehow feel or hear it, trying to give him a warm smile without saying something you'll regret. you get up from your seat with a when he checks his watch, knowing that's code for 'i need to go' even before he stands. you're almost sure he'll leave without saying anything which you are simultaneously grateful for and hoped he wouldn't do, already busying yourself with some other menial task. "hey."

you look up almost as soon as he speaks, seeing the smile tugging at his lips and not able to contain your own. "save those leftovers for me. i hope it still tastes like you were trying to make it for me when i get back." he says, a smug look in his eyes as your lips part a bit in shock. you try to call out to him before he jogs out to his car, taking off accordingly.

-> ta da its done! :D <-

this was honestly less romantic than i wanted it to be but i promise that my brain is racked with thoughts of him literally EVERY DAY so mayhaps i can write something else that's more up to par one of these days

but thank yall for reading! :D i haven't been able to pump out a oneshot like this for a while and it felt good to write something longer than a couple of paragraphs, i have missed this account sm 🐺💗 love yall and i hope that you all are having a fantastic day!

[melverie]

So......about Solomon

Before we get started: Discussions on this post are more than welcomed as long as you keep it civil and constructive. At the end of the day, this is still a game about fictional characters, so there's no reason to literally harass others over liking or disliking a character If it truly upsets you that much--which is valid btw--than the best thing to do would probably be to simply not engage with the other party, and not harass them over it; you won't change anyone's mind that way. I know most of you aren't like this but unfortunately it still needs to be said Also, if you want me to add sources to some points, feel free to ask! I've tried to mention the chapters as I go, but I might still have forgotten some. Some of the arguments I make are also hidden behind certain player options; if you can't find them, fell free to ask about them and I'll gladly tell you Also also, general spoiler warning for both the og game and Nightbringer. I'm not really covering anything specific after lesson 60 in the og game and lesson 14 in NB, but I might still mention things from later lessons

Now, onto the actual topic. There've been quite a few arguments against Solomon in the past few days, but I mostly just want to focus on those three:

Solomon wanted to force MC into killing Lucifer at the end of season 2 in the og game

Solomon betrayed the brothers and keeps hiding behind "wanting to protect humanity" as a scapegoat for his actions (putting these two together bc I think they go hand in hand, but it'll make more sense later)

Solomon tricked Asmodeus into a pact without his consent

This entire thing is very long, so feel free to jump around if one point interests you more than another

Solomon wanted to force MC into killing Lucifer at the end of season 2 in the og game

[mainly 38-12, og & 38-15, og]

He did, yeah. But here's the thing

They were all forced into a corner since the fate of all three realms was on the line here, and with the Ring of Light's whereabouts still being unknown at the time, they literally had no other choice if they wanted to save everyone. It wasn't Solomon that randomly decided the only way to restore the Night Dagger's power was by killing a powerful demon, it's always been that way. And he can't just be like "Oh well, let's switch strategies then and focus on finding the Ring of Light" when the entire cast (minus Simeon) has no idea where the ring is and the last time any of them saw it was centuries to millennia ago, if not longer. They don't have the time to search for it considering all the destruction MC's Ring has already caused in such a short period of time

Solomon first tells MC to do kill Luci, only to add that he was just joking and knows MC would never actually go through with it. Then, he says that if they wouldn't do it, he'd do it himself. Which kinda sounds like forcing, right? Except this happens [38-15, og; pic below]:

He was prepared to, which doesn't clear him of trying to indirectly force MC, let's get that straight. But ultimately he drops it and accepts that maybe their only option really is to just die here. This is also the only time we see him acting against his beliefs btw

Also yes, Solomon might not have been the one that decided they needed to kill a powerful demon, but he seems to be the one that settled on said demon being Lucifer. The only other viable options would most likely be Diavolo and Barbatos. Don't know if the Demon King in his vegetative state still counts but similar to Diavolo, killing him would probably be seen as a direct declaration of war, so they're out. And from a strategic standpoint, Barbatos is the better option to be kept alive simply because of his powers. There most likely also is some kind of sentimental attachment at play here since Solomon is much closer to Barbatos than he is to Lucifer. None of justifies killing Lucifer of course, but we also need to acknowledge that everyone's hands were tied, they were out of time and given the circumstances, this was probably the best decision they could have come to (until Simeon showed up with the Ring of Light, of course)

Solomon betrayed the brothers and keeps hiding behind "wanting to protect humanity" as a scapegoat for his actions

First of no, he did not betray them. Ever since the end of season 2 Solomon has made it clear that his ultimate goal is to protect humanity and that he, similarly to Diavolo in regards to the Devildom and its denizens*, would do anything in his power to protect the human world and its inhabitants [38-15, og; pic in the point above] [38-19, og; pic below]

*friendly reminder that Belphie was charged with treason for planning to destroy the human world, since in Diavolo's eyes that would have severely damaged the chance of peace between the three realms [13-14, og]

Solomon continuously sticks to his beliefs. He said he'd protect humanity, and that's what he's doing. He never extended that kind of protection to the brothers, he never made any false promises, he didn't betray them in any way, nothing

I'd also like to point out he's not actively going out of his way to antagonize demons, or angels, or whatever. In fact, he even explicitly says that he does not wish to make an enemy out of either party [10-A, NB; pic below], which of course also extends to the brothers

You can even outright ask him if he's planning on backstabbing the brothers, and this is what he has to say [11-8, NB; pic below]:

And you know what? That is a valid concern. They can't say for sure what the future holds, and they just recently had to deal with the entire Ring situation that could have very easily destroyed all three realms, so wanting to be cautious and to be prepared for the worst makes sense. He also makes it clear that he does not wish to fight the brothers if it can be avoided, so there's that

And no, he's also not tricking MC into siding against the brothers in Nightbringer. Rather, he just wants to know that they're fighting for humanity should the relationship between humans and demons in general ever turn hostile. He puts the cards open on the table and gives a proper explanation to his reasoning for siding with humanity [11-8, NB], and once again goes a little further into detail before MC gives their answer [14-16, NB; pic below]. Plus it's up to the player if they choose to stand with him or not, and no matter what you choose, he accepts the decision

Also keep in mind that season 3 heavily suggests that the human world at large has no idea that angels and demons even exist, so MC is pretty much the only one he can even ask to help protect humanity alongside him to begin with. He can't just go up to a random guy on the street and ask them to fight something who's existence they aren't even aware of in the first place

Imo Solomon also seems to know more about where things might be heading than he lets on, with him actually knowing Nightbringer and whatnot, so granting himself some peace of mind by making sure he has at least one ally is perfectly reasonable

Also, Solomon is very much aware that he is not infallible. For example, he states that he realized he still has a lot more to learn about demons [60-20, og], and he even admits that he doesn't always know what the right course of action to any given situation is, which was part of the reason he first asked MC to help him with protecting humanity all the way back in season 2 [38-19, og; first pic below]. In season 2 he actually wanted for MC to be aware of what's happening, but it was Diavolo that decided it would be better to keep them in the dark for the time being [36-18, og]. He trusts MC's judgment and that they will help him make the correct decisions [14-16, NB; second pic below]

Solomon tricked Asmodeus into a pact without his consent

Before I get into anything, let's summarize the base situation so everyone's on the same page. This is based on the things Asmo tells us [53-16, og], as well as the things Sol tells us [6-18, NB]:

Asmo was trying to flirt with someone but their friends kept on telling him to leave them alone since he's a demon -> Asmo's dejected by this and goes to a tavern in Solomon's hometown

Solomon notices and feels sorry for him; he offers to talk to him and they chat for a bit

Asmo lets it slip that he's Lucifer's younger brother

they get drunk and end up forming a pact -> Solomon says that he was only able to forge a pact with Asmo because his judgment was impaired at the time

Right of the bat--yes, the way Solomon got his pact with Asmo is not okay. I'm not putting that up for debate. He fully took advantage of Asmo here, and there's nothing that can excuse that. I also want to make it very clear that it is in no way my intention to relativize this in any way. The way he went about getting this pact is, to put it simply, fucked up and I do not wish to condone that in any way. With the following points I simply want to explain how I see things. Maybe it'll put things in a slightly different perspective for you, maybe it won't. Now, I hope I made that clear enough, so let's continue

The way I see it, Asmo seems to be pretty okay with the pact. From the way he acts around Solomon in the present day all the way to him describing his reaction to the pact as just a "did I really sign that" [53-16, og], nothing seems to suggest that he holds any ill feelings towards Solomon, and personally I don't see any reason to be angry for someone who himself seems to take no issue with a situation that is directly about him

If it were as upsetting to Asmodeus as some make it out to be, surely he would have found a way to get out of it? Asmo is one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom; if he truly wanted to break the pact he could have just killed Solomon and that's it. And if the pact itself somehow prevented him from doing so, I'm sure Lucifer would have more than gladly stepped in. Heck, I bet all of the brothers would have made it into a family thing in a heartbeat if Asmo wanted out but couldn't do anything himself. As Thirteen told MC, Solomon is immortal, not unkillable

But speaking of Lucifer, shouldn’t the same sentiment about forcing others into a pact be held toward him, too? Because he basically did the same thing with MC. This is what happens when you tell him you don’t want a pact with him [20-14, og; pic below]:

Yes, this comes down to player choice and yes, you need to make the pact for story continuity, but it ultimately does not change the fact that in-universe he forces MC into a pact if they say no

Also speaking of forcing others into a pact--Mammon and MC, anyone? Yes, MC did it because Levi asked them to so he could get his money back. We know they had no ill intentions. But you never know what the future holds and Levi literally proposed to basically hand over part of Mammon's agency over himself for the money Mammon owns him, to someone Levi has met about 5 minutes prior, knows nothing about and who's only been in the Devildom for a couple of hours at that point, no less. Lucifer also mentions that demons literally cannot resist temptation [4-10, og; pic below], so there literally was no way Mammon could have just noped out of that pact. We all know how badly he wants his credit card back, after all

To top it all of, we have MC's and Mammon's conversation in Nightbringer where Mammon explicitly says that he would only want to forge a pact with someone that is special to him [2-9, NB], and that he'd make sure to be their first pact [2-11, NB], yet he is forced into his pact with MC. A pact that ultimately turns out to be exactly what he wanted, but nonetheless he was stripped of the ability to say no when it was forged

And for the record, I'm not saying "oh, others did it too, so we shouldn't be so harsh on Solomon!!!" No! Forcing a demon into a pact isn't something that should be taken lightly. A pact literally means a demon hands a huge chunk of control of themself over to a human for as long as the pact exists. And on the other hand, for a human, making a pact with a demon usually means selling their soul. Neither party should EVER be forced into it. We of course don't know if MC actually sold their soul to Lucifer when they made their pact, but even if they didn't, Lucifer's "I won't belong to you. You will belong to me" speaks for itself

What I am trying to say here is that if you want to be mad at Solomon for forcing Asmo into a pact without Asmo's consent (which, again, is valid), you should also be mad at MC for forcing Mammon, and Lucifer for forcing MC into a pact

Anyway, back to Solomon now

Solomon actually admits that he used to treat demons like collectables--more or less, at least since he immediately follows the confession up with "just kidding" [14-14, NB]. Judging by what we've seen in the og game though, he seems to genuinely make an effort to better his relationship with the demons he has made a pact with, or at the very least with Asmo and Barbatos. I mean, the difference between Sol's relationship with Barbs in the og game vs in Nightbringer is night and day

In the present time, Asmo and Solomon are also super close. I literally cannot think of a single instance where they did not get along (though it might have happened like once or twice). You can literally pic any part in the og game to see their relationship play out, but some highlights include Solomon saying he got a huge oil painting of Asmodeus as his "permit" to summon Asmo across worlds [39-13, og] (which is not something you would allow someone you hate to do btw) and both of them mentioning that the two of them repeatedly hang out together in the human world [Proud Brothers, devilgram on Asmo's page, og], the hickey on Solomon's neck that's most likely Asmo's doing [Who Left the Hickey?, daily chat with Mammon, og]. Asmo (while drunk) is comfortable enough to tell Solomon that his cooking sucks and Solomon actually takes it to heart [47-16 hard mode, og]. Then there's Asmo's excitement at Solomon being in the Devildom for the first time [Proud Brothers, devilgram on Asmo's page, og; both of the pics below]

There's also that infamous chat pic of them doing face masks together (that I unfortunately don't know which chat it belongs to, so if someone could tell me, I'd appreciate it <3)

I don't know about you guys, but that's not typically an activity I do with someone I despise

So it's clear that current day Asmo holds no malice toward Solomon

Which, finally, leaves us with the way they forged their pact in Nightbringer

[mainly 7-12, NB & 7-15, NB]

@impish-ivy already went over it in this post, especially in the tags (I highly suggest checking out the reblogs as well btw), but to reiterate--Asmo was IN NO WAY forced into that pact. His brothers tried to talk him out of it, but at the end of the day Asmo willingly agreed to it. Yes, they were in a dangerous situation, and yes, Solomon used that as a basis to ask for the pact, but as ivy correctly points out in the tags, Lucifer could have easily handled the situation by himself, yet Asmo agreed regardless. By implying that Asmo was in any way, shape or form forced into that pact you're not only taking away a huge amount of his agency, but you also deny him his character moment and development that came with this scene. Asmo himself says that forging this pact will finally help him accept himself as a demon. Taking this moment from him is doing him a huge disservice

Aaaand that's pretty much all I have to say

If there's anything else you'd like to add, OR if there's anything you don't agree with, feel free to share! And once again, I'd like to remind everyone that civil and constructive discussions are more than welcomed on here!

Anyway, thank you all for reading, hope you have a great day! <3

[fuimus-troes]

I saw your earlier post abt Would You Fall In Love With Me Again and The Challenge as being Spaus-coded and that got me thinking about a Spaus EPIC au (I was also driving and listening to the second half of the musical so I got Ideas)

- Suffering & Different Beast would be very funny bc Austria being in water would break the illusion for Spain immediately. Just like—“Is that Rodrigo in the water??? Absolutely not. That’s some magic impersonation bullshit right there”

- Whatever hesitation Odysseus had in Scylla and Thunder Bringer, Antonio has absolutely none of it lol. He also felt complete and utter *rage* during mutiny.

- For Love In Paradise, Spain refuses to sleep with Calypso not out of a sense of faithfulness to Austria, but bc she immediately came at him with “It’s just you and me here” and “my love” and “you’re mine”. It feels like a trap and he does not want to fall for it.

- Antiochus is France bc I said so. And bc of certain things in canon. Other suitors include Türkiye and England.

- You’d think that I would put N. Italy as Telemachus but imo, Romano fits better. N. Italy is just hiding somewhere bc there’s too many suitors lol.

YES YES YES i've been microwaving the thought of an epic hetalia au in my head since i heard Get in the Water (which was the song that introduced me to the musical in first place) and then i was hit with "wait spaus are literally odysseus and penelope in slightly different font" realization and it was officially over for me SO

— on Suffering and Different Beast YES. antonio is squinting at the distance like "yeah you've lost me, my husband wouldn't even drink water if he could, not to mention that he can't swim." it gets him SO MAD also, bc not only siren is using his beloved husband to get at him, but she's also doing a SHITTY FUCKING JOB with it, like literally how dare you. off with your tail.

— i second it, raging antonio during Mutiny is chefs kiss and absolutely fucking correct (anger issues spain my beloved, i think about you everyday ❤️) also the image of roderich comforting antonio (or more like enabling bc antonio knows his decision right away and he doesn't give a fuck, he will see his husband and kids Period) with "let me take the suffering from you" lives in my head rent free.

— i am THE faithful antonio truther (even tho i absolutely can see the vision, but i just. hate cheating in general and as a trope with raging passion) so to me, it was both him being faithful and trying to avoid being trapped. not to mention that her behavior in comparison to roderich's (who's not a pda guy most of the time) just makes his brain shortcut, like why are you throwing yourself on me. can you like. take a step back, or maybe five?

— agreeing on antiochus being francis because antonio shooting francis in the throat would be hot. kill the bitch, antonio, you go antonio. (side note, since the first song i heard was Get in the Water, my brain connected it to england IMMEDIATELY. and since i have a fem!england brain disease, all i could think of while listening to Ruthlessness and Get in the Water was her constantly trying to drown antonio's ships. AND side note again but. Ruthlessness during the wreckage of the spanish armada. Get in the Water during the battle of trafalgar. yeah. yeah)

— YES TELEMACHUS ROMANO LET'S GOOO i usually went for hre bc i don't really see roderich as a father figure to italies in canon, so the possibility wasn't even on my mind, but romano as telemachus would slap so hard. imma need to listen to Little Wolf with that in mind

— antonio: would you still love me if i was a war criminal 🥺👉👈

roderich, who's currently dealing with the realization that antonio being covered in blood from head to toe is kind of doing it for him:

[star-girl69]

Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

—-

a/n: double chapter today bc…. you’ll see… i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: swearing, mentions of guns and bullets, animal death, mentions of blood, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Eleven - This Hunger Has No End

Chapter Eleven - This Hunger Has No End

—-

1996-

This is how we do it!

The impromptu dance parties had been happening almost every night, a way to preserve normalcy. Jackie has first suggested it, but the rest of them had all agreed and soon- they were putting a music player in bucket, making it loud enough to project across the whole cabin.

You were still eating your dinner, the venison just as good as last night, easier to savor now that there wasn’t a rolling hunger in your stomach. The deer wouldn’t last much longer, but it would last long enough, you told yourself- until you could find another thing to kill.

The girls all danced and shouted, Coach snapping as a way of clapping, and you watched them all with a smile on your face. This felt like you weren’t in the woods. And maybe that was what you all needed.

Finally, the music started winding down, the voice becoming distorted until it stopped completely.

“Goddamn it,” Van panted, pick it up from the bucket and giving it a few hits. No music. “Has hitting something ever fixed it?”

“Maybe try blowing on it,” Mari said, and Van opened the side and did just so. Nothing was heard in the cabin besides for sharp creaking from upstairs, like a footstep.

Everyone stopped and looked up at the ceiling.

“Uh, the fuck was that?” Jackie asked.

“Wait, you heard it too?” Lottie says, her eyes wide.

“It was probably just a branch,” Taissa says, her voice commanding.

Mari gives her a look. “Inside, on the floor? What if it’s… you know, him?”

“What, the dead guy?”

“Um… yeah.”

“You know what it probably was?” Nat asks. “The dead guy’s missing fingers trying to find their way home.” She smiles and everyone scolds her, and you can’t help but laugh slightly, hiding behind your hand.

“You really have to encourage them?” Tai sighs.

“You gotta admit, it didn’t sound like it was on the roof.”

“Fine. Then it was just a rat, a raccoon, or something, I don’t know, it-”

“Shh,” Lottie says sharply, suddenly cutting Jackie off. She looks towards the ceiling. “Listen.”

“Oh, my God,” Tai mutters under her breath.

Everyone looks at the ceiling, including you.

While you won’t deny that the wilderness is a weird and scary place- ghosts? An animal is much more likely.

“Well I don’t hear it now,” Mark says after a moment.

Before the girls can start arguing again, Coach Ben interrupts.

“All right, all right. You know what I think it was? I think the ghost decided it was time to get some sleep. And we should probably do the same, yeah?”

“Yeah, I don’t know,” Van spoke, holding up the music player. And slowly, like a spill of water, the girls are dispersed and moved to their beds.

—-

Hunting was what you did most these days. You, Nat, and Travis would all hike out into the woods and look around for tracks and scratches in the trees- and while sometimes you did find markers that a deer was around, you never found it.

You were ready to go, holding your stomach because of your cramps- which most of the girls were also plagued with by now.

“Jackie,” Nat said, kicking her sleeping form. She groaned. “Jackie! Up and at ‘em, or something.”

“You got it right,” you say, smiling sarcastically, and she rolls her eyes, smiling as well.

“I’m so cold,” Jackie groans, looking like a blue blanket with her brown hair spilling out on top. “And I have cramps!” she said, finally rolling over and facing the two of you.

“No shit,” Nat scoffs. “We literally all have cramps.”

“I feel like I have appendicitis and I’m not in bed.” You start walking towards the door, excited for some fresh air- wondering if it will help you. “It’s no excuse, Jackie!” you shout over your shoulder.

Natalie chuckles. “Our periods have synced up,” she says to Jackie, nudging her one more time. “C’mon.”

She follows you out of the cabin, slinging the gun over her shoulder while you slip on your backpack.

“Hey,” Akilah says when Jackie finally comes outside. “Bloody soldiers on the left, breakfast on the right. Okay? Don’t mess ‘em up like Travis did,” she smiles.

“Okay,” he says, shooting her a look. “You guys are disgusting. I’m just-” he makes a gagging sound, and Akilah rolls her eyes.

“Shut up,”

—-

“Are we finally going?” Travis asks, looking at the “bloody soldiers” in disgust.

“Oh, don’t be so happy,” Natalie smiles. “Everywhere you go, the blood will follow you.”

He groans, but follows the two of you anyways, deep into the woods, looking for birds or something to shoot.

Travis goes first, resting the gun on the curve of a tree, staring at a large plain of thick shrubs, nothing comes out.

“Nothing,” he sighs after a minute, letting the gun fall.

“Ah, giving up makes sense.” She holds up the piece of paper you’ve been keeping track on. “You’re not too far behind to catch up.”

Travis is third, by a wide margin, and you can’t stop thinking about it and smiling. Even though he’s been nicer ever since that day on the plane, you can’t help but wonder how much this is hurting his ego.

“It’s not my fault your lady bloods are scaring all the prey away.”

“Wow,” you laugh, leaning down to touch the leaf of a small fern.

“You went there,” Nat says.

“Went there? I am surrounded on all sides That cabin is, like, the blood hive.” He reloads the gun.

She scoffs. “What’s the matter, Travis? Are you scared of our menses?”

“Never said that.”

She smiles, giving you her hand and helping tug you up from the ground. “Anyway, shouldn’t the smell of blood attract animals?”

“Uh, predators, maybe. But sure hunter-gatherer tribes used to make their women, like, hide in huts or whatever when they were on their periods?”

“Yeah, Travis, let’s talk about the logic of neanderthals or whatever,” you say.

“Yeah, I’m confused. Are you a zoologist or an anthropologist?”

He chuckles. “I’m pretty sure it was that so they wouldn’t ruin the hunt.”

“More like cause men needed something to blame their failures on.”

Travis looks at her and takes in a breath, turning back around towards the trees.

“Ouch. I guess that hasn’t changed.”

“Can he, like, forfeit his turn for being stupid?” Natalie smiles and wraps her arm around your waist, leaning against you, while you cross your arms, wanting to go back to the cabin.

Finally, the bird you’ve been stalking kicks up in flight. Travis fires a shot, and misses.

“Fuck,” he says, breathing heavily, and you and Natalie have to turn around to try and hide your laugh. “Whatever,” he spits, stalking off.

—-

You lay on your stomach next to Natalie, watching a small groundhog eat some leaves maybe 30 feet away.

She takes a deep breath and pulls the trigger. You shrink into yourself, expecting the sharp sound of a gunshot to come, but it doesn’t. Something clicks, and you look over to see Nat opening an empty chamber, which shouldn’t be empty.

“You cheater,” she says, turning to Travis who starts laughing, holding a bullet in his hand.

He does some weird trick you can barely even make out, and the bullet disappears from in between his fingers.

“Are you seriously doing magic right now?” you ask. “Major turn-off,” you sigh, flipping around so you’re laying on your back. You can hear Travis scoff. “Can we stay here for a minute? My stomach hurts.”

Natalie lays on her back next to you.

“Didn’t you tell Jackie that cramps are no excuse to stay in bed?”

Travis makes a gagging sound and walks away.

“Yeah, but like, this is is the woods. Not my bed.”

“Oh, okay,” she laughs. You rest in silence for another minute, you shoulder touching hers. “Appendicitis, though? Really?”

“I’m serious!” you say, drawing out the word in a groan, digging your feet into the dirt and turning your head to face her.

But she was already staring at you.

Her face is inches away from hers, the end of your noses brush, and you can feel her breath on your skin.

Her eyes are wide and bright blue, and you want to smile, to laugh and joke with her, but there’s something pulling you towards her, to just be like this.

You can hear branches rustle in the wind.

If you were to say her name, your lips would ghost across hers.

She’s been haunting you for so long, always right there, always a second too long, always thinking of her touch as soon as you had touched her.

Hunger has been something in your stomach you’re accustomed to. But this hunger, this one for her is different. It is a storm, in a way that you know it will never stop. There is no end in sight, no hope of food, of a savior.

You are starving and dying by the day, but this shaky friendship with her, that is what is barely keeping you alive.

The only savior you could possibly have is her.

And you’re in the wilderness, and you’re not stupid, and she looks and Travis and she cares about him. She dug up a dead body for him.

This is a hunger that will never stop, a violence inside of you that she could help you with, that you could share, but she won’t give it to you. She won’t ever give it to you, the girl with the gash across her face, the girl who barely speaks, the girl who is always second best even here in the wilderness.

It is never over, not when you’re too young to keep something like this, not when she is all that you have ever wanted, staying right in front of you for years.

Maybe it is the wilderness, the plane crash, but maybe it is just that you like looking at her, and you feel safe with her, and you want to hold her hand forever and wait for her.

“Guys!” Travis shouts, and you gasp and sit up, feeling stupid and embarrassed. Your mind was going to places that you wanted it to go. Not where it had to go.

“Y/N,” she whispers, reaching out for your hand, but you stand up. One of the bandages on your face comes loose.

“Sorry,” you say finally. “I-” But you can’t speak, you can’t lie to her, because you aren’t sorry.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for-” she smiles, so sweetly, like she’s watching her favorite TV show, like she’s watching the rain fall on a peaceful night.

But the thing about rain is that soon your boots will fill up with water, soon you hair will stick to your face, and soon it won’t be nice anymore- it won’t be peaceful.

But you’re violence and she’s violence, and a little more won’t hurt-

You have survived through so much together, and you can’t step forward like this just to lose her. Not here, not in the wilderness, not ever.

You are so hungry, so, so hungry, and there is no way you can ever feed it. No way you can ever make this go away. This hunger will never be over.

—-

taglist:

@sweetdayme4427 @dreaming-for-an-escape @peachydoki

[starjxsung]

As it is May 1st and I just got my period today, here’s your second request

What do you think skz would be like when your on maybe like the worst day of your period

Heavy flow, cramps on like level 9 and just pain in general. As well as random craving and drastic change of emotions, I totally didn’t have two breakdowns in one day hahaha I’m okay now 🥲, but yeah

Something soft and cute for rn 🥰🧡

LOVE YOU WIFEY (I need chocolate and cuddles now 😔)

- 🧡anon

haven’t gotten my period in 2 months I’m so silly goofy (I’m literally omw with chocolates rn ‼️‼️)

Chan: TOOOTAL FUCKING SWEETHEARTTTT he’s so attentive to your needs and somehow knows a trillion home remedies to help you feel better. Like you not even you would’ve known that apparently papaya extract is good for cramps but somehow Chan just does and ofc he’s there for you with chocolates and a heating pad and all your favorite movies. Literally the only thing you want to come home to when you have period cramps is a cuddle session w Chan like he’s peak comfort person

Minho: feels bad :( hates seeing you in pain & wants to do everything he can to help you, but feels defeated when you’re still in pain after hours of feeling like shit. I mentioned it to another anon on here but he def just sprawls his entire hand out over your tummy and lets you use it as a personal heating pad and it’s somehow the most romantic and tender thing ever even though you’re writhing in pain

Changin: does whatever he can to cheer you up. Makes you laugh, showers you in kisses, just very emotionally and physically affectionate. Though he obviously can’t help you with the pain, he’s definitely one to try and brighten the mood however he can! I feel like even if he had to go out and do something he’d make sure to call you and check in on you to make sure you’re doing okay. But other than that he’ll definitely try to be home in bed with you as long as he can so you’re not alone

Hyunjin: it kinda scares him seeing you in pain, but he’s willing to do whatever it takes so that you’re comfortable just like Changin does. Not really in a “making you laugh” sorta way, but like… bringing you a heating pad, making sure you have comfortable clothes, making you tea, etc. It’s kind of a learning process for him but he doesn’t want to feel useless when you’re suffering. When you’re finally comfortable and asleep, he’ll definitely get very clingy and want to read to you or cuddle with you :(

Jisung: Is full boyfriend mode. You know those memes that are like “what size pad do you wear”… that’s def him. Someone he equates you being on your period to needing a new stash of stuff every month, so he comes home with pads/tampons, snacks, plushies, and probably like the dumbest movie he could find in the dollar section. And he’ll just be super “do you need anything else??” The whole time. Doesn’t want you to think he’s scared of it or grossed out so he’ll keep reiterating that he can get you whatever you need and he’ll have bought you like 6 packs of pads and still ask if you need more 😭 he’s a lil lost but he’s got the spirit

Felix: he’s more scared of you being on your period than you are LMAO he’ll panic any time you vocalize that you’re in pain and be super ready to get you whatever you need. Very sweet and understanding about the whole thing though !!!! I feel like he’d have very good knowledge about how your periods usually go and he’ll know exactly what you need to feel better. Also kinda loves when you’re not in excruciating pain bc he’ll take any excuse he can get to cuddle you and smother you in kisses. He’s the biggest sweetheart

Seungmin: knows the drill very well. He’s more prepared than you are. Already has all your pads/tampons well-stocked, your fav snacks, drinks, etc. he literally preps for it so that he doesn’t have to leave your bed when the time comes around. He’s super nonchalant about it too, like “yeah we have your absolute favorite chocolates, second drawer to the left.” But it makes you melt because he’s so secretly attentive and it’s so endearing. He also loves spending weekends inside being lazy together so he’s honestly kinda thrilled if you have to end up canceling plans

Jeongin: he’s similar to Felix in the way that he’s scared when you’re in pain, but very attentive to your needs. He’s all about physical affection when you don’t feel good, so you’ll get to lie in his lap while he plays with your hair and it’s somehow more comforting than a heating pad even is. He also loves to cook for you so it’s a nice surprise when you wake up from a nap and he’s already got a gourmet meal ready for you !!!! Sometimes this means an excuse to just order takeout together too which he’ll never complain about

[asylumdweller]

dweller what are your opinions on the big booby f! kylar agenda... do you potentially have any hcs for our wife??? :')

YES I LOVE BIG BOOBY WIFEY VERY MUCH ofc a girl would get bullied for her tits being TOO big smh are they bothering you queen

cw GROSS AGAIN, yandere, potential sexual harrassment

♡ im sorry but. to me she is just as gross as m!kylar. still smells like a grease fire. still has that stain on her hoodie. now she just has different anatomy to be gross with

♡ decides to try recreating shitty hentai scenarios with you "whoops!! i tripped and now my huge massive giant breasts are in your face!! KYAA im so sorry this is so embarrassing" all the while trying to keep a shaky pervy grin off of her face (i feel like m! would do this too just. if only it were as graceful the other way around)

♡ fashion sense is still pretty bare minimum. old hoodie with hot topic anime t shirts but she wears stockings and hair clips from time to time. wears makeup about as often as m!kylar (on the rare occasion they feel like it) and most of her makeup supplies are those small cheap cutesy pink cases of lipgloss/eyeshadow that look like they were from like 10 years ago or smth

♡ anything she steals off of you thats the right shape and isnt THAT likely to hurt her or give her an infection is going inside her. this rule is loose enough for her to have maybe accidentally scraped herself from time to time and made her too scared to finish even though she didnt really get hurt lmao. she MAY give it back to you afterwards out of guilt and to see you touch it

♡ if youre afab shes OVERJOYED when your cycles sync up it makes her feel like it was just confirmed that youre soulmates, shes a little sad about not being able to take care of you though

♡ was hesitant to mention this on the last kylar grosspost but since she has less substance to work with to do gross shit cum-wise a lot of that goes to period blood instead. have you ever seen midsommar? yeah

♡ MAYBE calls herself a femcel

♡ if you have a dick PLEASE tittyfuck her/have her tittyfuck you she has the cutest flustered expression during it

♡ her height doesnt bother her much but shes self conscious about her body. shes worried that her tits are saggy or she panics about shaving down there for when the two of you have sex bc she cant bring herself to do it often so she gets so so flustered and happy if you tell her how perfect you think she is

[jiminjeonging]

i feel like theres been a concerted effort recently where either aespa themselves or sm or maybe a bit of both are trying very hard to keep up their public image. for example, i think that the lack of public mj birthday promotions is due to sm being overly cautious surrounding the tragedy, which is why their socmed ban was so long. and yeah, sm did stuff for kun’s bday after the mourning period, but i think it’s relevant that he’s chinese and part of the china focused subunit in nct, which really isn’t as popular in korea, especially compared to the korean units. i can see sm’s line of logic being something like trying to avoid any potential controversies surrounding the tragedy with aespa, since as a gg they would be subject to more hate due bc misogyny, as well as having a very large korean fanbase that definitely overshadows kun’s group. this tracks with how they posted smth for mj on the aespa japan account but not the main one. (even more so that an image of mj that antis are trying to spread is that of a party girl, so i can see sm trying avoid feeding into that by not drawing attention to her birthday bc it’s not that much of a stretch to imagine antis accusing her of going out and partying during the mourning period )

i’m not trying to defend sm just trying to maybe understand their reasoning a little but yeah i still think they’re shit. anyway all this was brought on by this tweet LOL https://x.com/imswerpy/status/1877433749949862235?s=61

not to sound absolutely deranged but jmj saying they don’t live together might be part of the effort to protect themselves bc if they themselves confirmed that they were living together after all the couple things they do (sharing clothes, matching phone cases and nails, knowing the color of eo’s toothbrush, etc) saying they live together might make them that much closer to being outed. idt they’ll ever confirm it themselves and if it does happen it’ll probably be someone mentioning they visited the jmj apt. but the fact that at least officially they say they’re not living together might lend them some plausible deniability even though it seems very obvious that they are intimately familiar with eo’s living space. like what is all this talk of parting ways with ningselle after meals and schedules?

in conconclusion jmj sleepovers are very real and very frequent 🙂‍↕️

yeah this might be the case too!!

[mandalhoerian]

bruh my comment was too long to post under the new chapter so i’m sending an ask. saw the ao3 notif and scheduled to read it this fine evening, good thing i was like “lemme scroll on tumblr and see what’s up” because SJFKDJLXBZB the face i made when i saw i was tagged and followed BY YOU? also ma’am 🤚🏻wdym nobody comments like i do. like what do you mean. i have a concerning relationship with receiving praise so i advise you to stfu (affectionately).

my poor girl vera can’t catch a break, loss after loss after loss in such a short period. i just want to give her lots and lots of hugs (consensually). on another note i love that she clocked ada’s intentions right away bc capcom wtf is that writing. one person taking down a whole organization is like sending only one person to save president’s kidnapped daughter (laugh track). let me tell you i have been waiting for this 🤌🏻 vera and ada interacting 🤌🏻 leon being there all charming and naive and trusting people easily 🤌🏻 shai you just get the dynamics of all the characters *so right* 🤌🏻

sorry for the excessive amount of parentheses and emojis let me just find another obnoxiously annoying emoji to spam about the intimacy between leon and vera. 🤧 it’s this one but i’m wiping my snot away from crying about it. the small touches between the two are so tender in this fucked up world 🤧 vera’s hand on his forearm… leon collecting her in his arms, comforting her 🤧 his arm on her shoulder 🤧 i could cry and get a headache from thinking about them. i’m so serious.

(gnawing at the bars of my enclosure) JILL VALENTINE MENTION???? VERA KNOWS HER? WHAT IS THE LORE? I NEED TO KNOW.

how does one end a delirious comment. uhhh. so yeah. i love nttd and vera so much and i’m so happy that it’s back babyyyy.

Ofc I followed!!!! I don't remember why I didn't in the first place like but like ???? ur making it sound like I'm some big shot but like pls im a loser who's writing oc fanfiction on the internet and is so lucky and grateful to get people invested in it!!!!! AND YES nobody comments like you do! You're the dream of a fanfiction author ON GOD. THANK YOU SO MUCH

ramble below to keep your dashboards clean:

I think we talked about this over on ao3 but honestly re2r's ada just doesn't make sense to me. The FBI cover is logical (when you first think about it), but the way she's immediately pulling a gun on Annette the minute they see her and DECLARING her intentions isn't. She then proceeds to reveal her target is Annette, and then her going with the FBI thing becomes less logical, bc why would Annette hand over the G-Virus sample to the feds, either? It's entirely a shock factor thing revolved around Leon, she's only fooling him -- or maybe, she's fooled Ben like this, too, and was forced to stick to her cover when shit went down, we don't know 😭 why did they do my girl ada like that... (ngl re4r ada supremacy. period.)

But either way, un-truths she would throw as a bone to a "civilian" like Leon would of course be caught by Vera, nugget by nugget, while still making her think "mayhaps the FBI is misinformed????" -- I didn't want to ruin that fine line by Ada going on about Annette making the virus and her being the most dangerous of all "g-virus g-virus g-virus" or whatever because 1) WHY WOULD A SPY DO THAT???? 2) it would surely make Vera go "yeah NOPE" 💀💀

it's so much fun for them to try sussing each other out, Light and L mind games over there while Leon is happily frolicking. not one thought behind those eyes 😭

ALSO LIKE YES THE TOUCHES!!!!!! It's Leon initiating all of them for me 👹👹👹 physical touch taking over when words can't. my favorite thing of all UGGHHHHHHHH THANK YOU FOR JOINING ME IN MY MISERY

ALSO totally not going "actually 🤓☝" as I'm saying this because it's been HALF A WHOLE YEAR + the fic is over 100K words -- Vera knows Jill from post!mansion incident - pre!outbreak, in that ephemeral "investigation" phase of Jill's. I do mention it in the fic that Vera supplies information to Jill (as around that time she's trying to get rid of the weight of all she knows and trying to pass on the "hero's job" to someone else) and they exchange their findings while trying to be careful not to get caught by ppl Umbrella put on Jill's tail. I think I wrote it in passing that Vera was disguised as a secretary and sat back-to-back with Jill on a booth in one of those occasions? She's loosely connected to re3r by having a brief appearance in carlos' police station section in my head, entrusting Jill to him and all and promising to meet up with them in the station once she talks to her dad about it ☹

"delirious comment" WDYM ITS MY LIFEBLOOD THANK YOU 😭

[caffeine-fuelled-fuckery]

2, 17, 25

Will be answering these as M*A*S*H since that's mostly the accounts I've been interacting with! I hope that's okay :)

2. "a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom"

Okay okay as much as I agree w people that Hawkeye has bottom energy, my favourite character is Father Mulcahy and my favourite ship is Hawkcahy... and I CANNOT see Mulcahy ever topping. Like He might bottom from the top but he would never fully top, y'know? In every ship I've entertained or heard mentioned with him, he's always the bottom. Hell, even if he had've gone to bed with that one nurse (Gail, I think?), I'm sure she would've topped. She had top energy. And Mulcahy just... doesn't. He's mostly quiet and sweet and gentle (usually), and also even if he had some experience before he was ordained, it's been like a decade at least since he's gotten laid. He's inexperienced and shy and as much as I think he does have a bit of a wild-side to hip, I can't see it manifesting as him topping. Being a brat? Maybe. Idk how much of a compelling argument this is but whatever. Also I'm not even 100% convinced by my own argument bc I'd love to see him as a gentle dom or actually getting riled up enough to top but I never said that

17. "there should be more of this type of fic/art"

Full disclosure I am an angst reader and writer predominantly and cope via projecting onto my faves, so yeah, I wanna see more angsty stories and artwork. I know MASH started as a comedy but my god that show made me laugh and cry in the same episodes half the time and the characters deserve some comfort. And you know who I want to see have some comfort? Klinger!

Unpopular choice? Idk, maybe. But I feel like that man has so many feelings that he just doesn't show. Like the period of adjustment episode broke my heart because he was trying his absolute best and everyone was treating him horribly and I just wanted to hug him. IK we got to see him chatting with Potter when he was plastered but I mean outside of that. Give me some Charles and Klinger hurt/comfort. Or Kellye and Klinger! Or Margaret!

Speaking of Margaret, I'd love to see more fics/art of her interacting with Radar. The scene where she's reading a letter to him when he's injured was so heartwarming and I feel like she saw him as a son or at last a little brother by the end and I'd love to see some more content of them, but esp hurt/comfort.

Also want to see some more hurt/comfort with Mulcahy. Like in the show he has a few moments where he goes to Hawkeye and I think once with Potter but its almost always him being the counsellor by proxy to the whole camp and on top of everything he deals with for himself he has to del with everybody else too and as someone who has a job that makes me be the therapist by proxy, its so draining. He's probably touch starved too so like... someone give that man a hug. Please.

Oh, and more Igor. Just... more Igor in general. He was funny, I always liked him.

25. "common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing"

I don't know if I have one... Maybe that's because the fandom is small or because I haven't been around here for very long, but I don't really have any complaints thus far. Everyone has been so nice!

Thanks for sending this ask!! Sorry it took me a while, I've been busy with commissions and such. And also sorry that this turned into a rant lmao I hope you don't mind 😅 -Em

[khazadspoon]

is it too late to ask for fic prompts? if not, how about "they're at a sketchy bar, some guys start trash-talking bb, kaz starts a fight over it bc he's a little drunk, and bb has to bail kaz out before he gets beat up too badly"?

Sorry it took a while, I was trying to think about how you’d trash talk bb and got muddled. But here! Have a thing. Violence and slight canon period typical homophobia but it’s not the Theme or anything.

———

The room was hazy, smoke lingering in the air like a blanket, music thudding under the low hum of conversations. People gathered at the bar with drinks and laughter, tables had extra chairs pulled up to accommodate friends meeting after long months apart. It was calm and yet there was something almost static in the atmosphere.

He didn’t know if it’s the alcohol or the headache brewing behind his eyes but something headset his heart racing.

Big Boss was almost silent in the corner. His eye drifted lazily over the crowd, occasionally focusing on Kaz when he said something of interest, mentioning possible contracts or weapons trade. MSF was growing and there was always something to do, but every so often they would get out, just the two of them, and wind down somewhere no one would know them. It just happened to be a bad idea one night.

“You’re in my spot.”

A guy, easily six and a half feet tall with arms thick as tree trunks, loomed over them. His accent was thick, not Costa Rican but familiar. Kaz wondered if it was Cuban. He put on his best, friendliest smile.

“Sorry, it was the only table left. We’ll only be an hour, maybe less, then we can-“

“Fuck off, fairy. Get out of my spot.” The man flexed, cracked his knuckles and moved to tug Kaz up.

A hand stopped him, grip light, but Kaz knew it wouldn’t stay that way.

Snake tapped ash from his cigar and calmly spoke. “That’s not a good idea.”

“Oh yeah? And what’re you gonna do about it?”

Kaz felt his pulse pick up. Sweat broke out on his palms, his stomach tightening as Snake rose up from his seat. “Nothing, yet, just take your hand off my friend and leave us be.”

“I don’t think so, shorty. Now take your boyfriend and go find some other place to be before I take your other eye,” the man puffed his chest out, jabbed a finger at Snake’s chest and spat at him.

Kaz saw red.

He lunged, fuelled by anger and cheep whiskey, fist flying into the guy’s jaw before his brain could catch up. Pain flared in his hand as he threw himself forward. He grabbed at the man’s hair, tugging hard and feeling it come out in his hand, thrust his knee up and heard the air rush out of the stranger’s lungs in a wet groan of pain.

He felt a sharp, heavy agony as a punch landed on his cheek. It rattled through him and he thought with a strange calmness that his glasses better not be damaged. The man, still wheezing and clutching his own crotch with one hand, slapped at Kaz’s face and Kaz tasted blood as he hit the wall behind him.

Then, in what seemed like seconds, he saw Big Boss grab the man’s arm, twist it, heard the joint snap out of place as he fell to the floor.

The bar was silent as Big Boss knelt over the prone body and bent to murmur on his ear.

“Right now your arm can still heal and be functional. If I lean on it the right way, you’ll be beating people up one handed for the rest of your life. You’ve got two options: get up and get to a hospital, or try touching him again and never get up again.”

His voice was low, smooth, no hint of anger or loss of control. Kaz swallowed the blood and saliva that had gathered in his mouth and stared with wondering eyes at his Boss. He’d die for this man, by his side or by his hand, and nothing could change that.

There was a pathetic whimper from the floor and the bastard nodded weakly. “Okay, okay I’ll go just don’t kill me!”

Big Boss stood up in a fluid motion and turned his back on the man. “Good. Now get out before I take both of your eyes.”

Kaz watched him scramble to his feet and stagger away, no one moving an inch to help him out of the bar. He wiped blood from his lips and realised he was grinning, though it must have looked more like a snarl. He could still taste blood and it felt… good.

Snake bent down for a moment and quickly wiped something on his shirt.

“Here,” he said softly, handing Kaz his aviators, “I think you dropped these.”

A half-mad chuckle burst from his throat. “Thanks, Boss.”

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

“Yeah…” He followed as Big Boss walked through the stunned crowd, his head thrumming with love and life and pain. He’d had enough to drink, anyway.

[popstarman]

wait so this international womens day shit is actually a thing?...

why am i just now finding out about this?... hmm 🤔

idk i guess when i saw it scrolling on x.com i thought it was just a joke maybe but this is deadass a real thing that has apparently evolved into a holiday thats nationally accepted/recognized by everyone... i guess what im saying is why tf do we have a day to recognize women... don't get me wrong i do love women & all... i find them very attractive, and, quite frankly, most of my favorite artists, authors, athletes, stars, my mother - my heroes; people i have come to respect the most - are actually women. but, just being real, women already have the most recognition & more state/federal laws protecting them than any endangered species on earth(next would be gay people). and most of you probably arent even aware of how true that is. it's unsaid for the most part, but if you do some real research the majority of the law itself is basically made w/ the intention of "keeping women safe" as the main underlying objective. again thats if u really do some research & then take a step back and look at it for what it really is. society's entire way of thinking that has, by very subtle means, been hard wired into us is designed to make sure the woman always has the upperhand and always walks away a winner no matter what...

even to this very day i still hear "it", and somehow it never gets old to anyone except me, it seems.. "what's this 'it' you're referring to", u ask? ahh yes, the good old "it's such a struggle being a woman" bit. umm yeah, i can't fall for the okie-doke any longer. like how much longer can we as humanity go on like this - forever playing along like this is still the case? IT'S A STRUGGLE BEING A MAN TOO. LIFE IS HARD. PERIOD. but these days, especially, there is no better jugg than being a female. i honestly think that's why there's so many more men trying to become women now than ever.

if u really think about it, there is no real way to attack a female without ruining yourself your life and reputation even if she deserves it. all a woman has to do is cry and she will win the majority of the time. in fact there will always be at least 10 captain-save-a-hoe men on deck just waiting and ready to run to be the first to answer her damsel in distress call so that they can be the one to fight her battle for her. being just one woman is like being a commander of a small army all day everyday anywhere you go. and we all know that they(women) know this and will not hesitate to weaponize this truth at the drop of a hat and use it to their advantage anytime they feel like, whether they'll ever admit that fact or not. tell me im wrong 🙇🏾‍♂️...

to make money all she has to do is do flash some skin. a priceless luxury that they have that men don't - and really the only luxury a human really needs to survive. and after that if you call them out on anything they do, YOU are slut shaming, you're abusive, you hate women, youre misogynistic, YOU are in the wrong, YOU have gone too far - bc that's a #woman you're speaking to 👀. you WILL be labeled as the problem.

ooo and don't u dare even think about even so much as mentioning or outwardly expressing in any way shape or form the fact that it's possible that they could actually have been the root problem in some of those famous "domestic violence" situations(that we see so often for some reason.. i wonder why this keeps happening to the creatures that are only capable of being innocent 🤔 crazy... anywho i digress) to cause《maybe?》 the "bad stuff" that "happened to them". i mean there's noo way a woman could be capable of causing/initiating any type of dispute or physical altercation... bc its a woman... yea let's not entertain that possibly outloud. that might upset people and we don't want that 🤫 that's the biggest no no of all...

bruh, there is currently not a creature in existence sitting prettier and in a more comfy position than the woman. like what more could you ask for? these days it should be us men fighting for equal rights(lol ok the last line was sarcasm but i couldn't resist)... anyways, i digress again...

look... fathers day. mothers day. those are days i understand - i get it. but womens day? yall need a day TOO? fr?... and call me off fashioned but if i said there should be a men's day, im pretty sure everyone would laugh, including me. ijs that's what it sounds like to me when i hear "womens day" 🤷🏾‍♂️

DISCLAIMER: i should probably mention that im serving a 10 YEAR sentence RIGHT NOW after i lost trial somehow without anyone ever even so much as showing me do anything... oh yeah for domestic violence... oh yeah and the judge was a woman... oh yeah and the trial DA/ prosecutor was a woman... and the DA/ prosecutor that was partnered up with her was a homosexual male(still being attacked by femininity)... but at least my accuser was a guy... oh wait damn.. nah that was a female too 🤔... all she had to do was get on the stand accuse me and cry... especially when you're black as me 🤫

happy international #womensday everyone 💅

[sometimescherwrites]

Ur Cute

Jimmy Darling x male!reader

word count: 1.4k

content: jimmy x male reader bc fuck you that’s why /silly, fluff, all the kisses for Jimmy, reader is dumb but he’s pretty, fluffy, make out session and suggestive towards the end, dumbass reader, reiterating dumbass reader bc he’s so stupid yall, mentions of period typical homophobia but it’s mostly gay fluff

@authorsofghosts funding your Jimmy addiction

day 13 of cher’s conversation hearts series!!

a/n: freeing him from the drafts, not proofread in the slightest

Jimmy’s a regular at your gas station. You see him often enough, pulling up on that motorbike of his and needing a fill up. The two of you would chat while you filled up the tank and checked the bike over, and you quickly started looking forward to when you’d next see him.

In retrospect, maybe gas station work hadn’t been the right fit for you. Every day you saw a variety of men. Some older and rough around the edges, others your age and easier on the eyes than a stack of dollars. And you talked with them all, bantering and charming them day after day. Some were assholes, of course. Didn’t make them less attractive.

And so really, as a hopeless romantic and queer man, it was no surprise that you fell harder and faster than hail in a spring storm for the devastatingly gorgeous Jimmy Darling.

Today is no different, though you half hadn’t expected to see him alone on Valentine’s Day, assuming he’d had some sort of plans, be they romantic (you hoped not) or friendly.

“Evening, Jimmy.” You greet with an easy smile.

“Evenin’, angel.” His own smile sends a feeling of warmth through your chest.

He’s so genuine, and combined with the nickname, you find yourself falling harder.

“You got a gal with ya?” You tease, though you are genuinely curious. And the question definitely isn’t a way to figure out how he swings, of course not.

“Nah,” He shakes his head, “I got a thing goin’. Just get my ma an’ the girls some flowers, work on my bike, maybe go for a ride, an’ then knock out.”

“That’s sweet, but all by yourself?” You tease, “What a tragedy.”

“Mhmm.” He flashes a charming grin, “Shame no one’s remedied it yet.”

“Shame in deed. Don’t get how, you look like you’d have gals linin’ up for you.”

He had not, in face, confirmed which way he swung like you’d hoped, and that was a tragedy. He was a pretty boy though, through and through.

Jimmy gives a nervous chuckle, wringing his gloved hands, “You think so?”

“You kiddin’ me?” You raise a brow, “You’re gorgeous.”

His cheeks flush pink and you fall harder.

“When do you get off?” He asks suddenly, catching you by surprise.

“An hour, why?”

“You should go do something. With me.” His cheeks flush deeper.

“Yeah?” There’s a tinge of hope to your voice, “You mean it?”

“Yeah!” He seems genuine about it, grin earnest, “Yeah! You gotta- I gotta tell you something, actually.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice him taking off his gloves. Though you’re more focused on the way his smiles has faded.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You ask, frowning suddenly, “Look, there’s no pressure. I know you asked but I won’t hold it against you if you don’t swing this way. I know sometimes shit just slips out- I won’t judge.”

“No, no, ‘s not that.” Jimmy says, wringing his hands, “I definitely- look I’m serious about taking you out. I am.”

You furrow your brows in confusion, “Then why’re you frownin’, handsome?”

He seems genuinely perplexed, reaching to dust off the handlebars of his motorcycle.

“You really… you’re somethin’, angel, aren’t you?”

After a couple more vague answers to your concerns over why your beau has stopped smiling, he gives a deep sigh and finally waves his hands in front of your face.

Oh. Oh, that’s what he’d been trying to show you.

“You’re with that cabinet of curiosities thing, aren’t you?” You realize, eyes lingering on his hands, “Yeah, I was meaning to go check that out, but work’s been hell lately. You guys sure brought a lot of folks through here, that’s for damn sure. So… why’d you get all sad an’ shit, pretty boy?”

Jimmy blinks. Then he blinks again. Then he blinks a third time for good measure. But a smile spreads across his face until he’s grinning, “So I was thinkin’ my trailer, right? Too cold for a picnic- unless you wanted a fire?”

You grin too, “Either one. Both, even. I don’t mind. Long as it’s with you- god that’s so cheesy.”

“Cheesy’s good. Perfect. I love cheesy.” Jimmy enthuses.

You’re both smiling like idiots standing over his bike.

“Hell are you two smiling over?” One of your coworkers asks, while Jimmy hastily pulls on his gloves.

“He’s got a date tonight.” You say with ease, “Was tellin’ me about how he was gonna treat her tonight. Real lover boy.”

“You’re a real sap.” Your coworker knocks you on the back of your head, though you’ve known the man long enough to know it was done fondly, “Get back to work though.” He turns to Jimmy, nodding once, “Good for you, Jim. About time you got a girl.”

“Yeah, I’m real lucky with my date.” Jimmy chuckles nervously.

Oh you’re going to kiss him so hard once you get him alone. It shouldn’t be possible for a human being to be so gorgeous.

“See ya, Robbie.” Jimmy adds as the man heads back inside.

“See ya, Jim. Let me know if pretty boy does your bike wrong.” Your coworker chuckles, knocking you on the back of the head again, “Good luck on your date, you two.”

Both of you freeze, and at the looks of panic on your face, Robbie laughs, “Relax, not gonna get on your cases about it. Not my business.”

The intense relief you feel is almost overwhelming, “Thanks Robbie.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He knocks you on the head a final time, “Don’t mention it. Seriously. Don’t. We’d all be in trouble if word got around.”

You mime zipping your lips, though you’re too elated to commit to the serious act. “See you in an hour, Jimmy.”

Jimmy grins before checking over his bike one last time and riding off, promising he’ll come pick you up.

By the time the end of your shift rolls around, you’re so antsy that Robbie is beyond done with you. Once Jimmy arrives, you waste no time in getting on the back of his bike.

Arms wrapped around his waist as he drives off, you’re distinctly aware of how good he smells. And how you definitely smell like gasoline and oil.

“Baby, baby, baby.” Jimmy grins at you, tugging you by the hand as you enter the fairground, “Don’t worry, nobody here gives a damn. We all got our vices.”

“I think you’re mine.” You chuckle, squeezing his hand as he leads you to his trailer, “You’re so handsome, y’know that? Been dyin’ to tell you since we met. Like… wow, I didn’t know it was possible for someone to look this good all the time.”

“Not all the time.” Jimmy blushes, “You should see me with a bed head.”

“Well if that’s an invitation…”

Jimmy makes a choked sound, eyes widening with his grin, “Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.”

Once you’re in his trailer, you find yourself sliding off your jacket while he starts up the stove.

“There’s no heater.” He says, “Stove works just fine though. Not a huge space to heat, y’know?”

“Yeah.” You look around his trailer, “Damn, how long’s this been yours?”

“Since I was a kid.” He shrugs, looking almost defensive, “Why?”

“Just… that makes sense. Don’t know how you fit in this bed.” You hum, “‘s very you though. I like it.”

“Yeah?” He relaxes a bit, then chuckles, “Yeah, the bed is definitely… ‘s on the smaller side, yeah. I don’t mind though.”

“You should come over to mine one day.” You suggest before you can stop yourself, “I mean, if you wanted. ‘s only fair, right? You show me yours, I show you mine.”

“You mean it?”

“Why not?”

Idle conversation turns to kissing before you even realize it. Kissing Jimmy feels more natural than anything in the world- it’s easier than breathing.

Both of you are on his bed, Jimmy leaning back and propped up with one elbow as you kiss on him, the occasional bits of praise between open mouthed kisses.

“Could do this forever an’ never get tired of it.” You murmur.

He makes a soft groaning sound, leaning up to kiss you more at that.

After a few blissful moments longer, you hum, “What about our campfire?”

“Later. I’m busy.” He mutters, hands tugging at the collar of your shirt, pulling you down closer to him.

To be perfectly honest, you’re both busy until morning, and you can’t complain one bit.